Mutants (non x-men)

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

"I'm hairy, darlin', but not that hairy," I laugh as I slip into the bathroom, then pause.

Violet's beauty catches in my throat. Her dark skin, glistening from the showr glows almost like ebony, though with a more purple cast. Her eyes as they glance at me sideways are filled with humor and warmth.

Smiling back, I slip into the shower behind her. The feel of the water pouring down rids me of whatever shreds of drowsiness might have remaine. On impluse, I lean down to kiss the back of her neck and come away with a mouthful of soap, which I sputter out. Violet's laughter dances around the shower stall.

"Ewwww," I say, "this smells much better than it tastes."

I raise my hands to her scalp and join her in washing her thick hair. It flows between my long fingers almost as if alive. I gently massage her scalp a moment, then draw my hands away.

"Let me say for the first, though certainly not the last, time today, you are beautiful, Violet."

Glancing around, I find a bottle of liquid body soap and squirt some in my hand. Warming it a bit, I begin at Violet's shoulders, slowing coating her body into delightful slipperiness. Her skin is smooth as glass, but softer, much warmer, though beneath my caressing hands there seems to be of all things, goose bumps.

I peek over her shoulder and notice her nipples rising to peek back at me.

Grinning, I say, "Feeling a bit of a chill, dear?" With one sudsy finger, I reach over her shoulder and touch her nipple, drawing it backward leaving a lathery trail.

I lose myself inthe feel of her body, as my hands move along the long muscles of her back which seem almost like supple steel beneath velvet, a strength that does not surprise me. Her buttocks are firm and full, and my hands slide across them with more soap, touching, gently pinching (and avoiding the backhand swat she aims at me)

"You know, I am rather enjoying this," I say as my hands move down the backs of her leges. "In fact, I would very much like to repeat this bathing experience again...and again...and again...and, well, I think you get the picture."

My hands are moving slowly up the insides of Violet's thighs. I can feel her body trembling just a little as they approach the warmth of her sex, the tight, soft curls brushing against my fingers. I let my hands linger there a moment, warm and strong, between Violet's thighs, then draw them back along her buttocks and along her sides to her shoulders again.

Putting more sopa on my hands, I boserve, "Of course, it might be more convenient if I were around when you did shower of a morning, you know, waking to see your eyes slowly open with that dreamy ollk of finding consiousness again. The first kiss of dawn with the first caress of the sun..."

I move closer to Violet, her back brushing my chest as I reach around to soap her breasts. Their firm ripeness in my hands seems to fit perfectly as I smooth the soap over and beneath and around them, caressing slowly, Stopping just short each time of her nipples in teasing mischief. I can hear her breathing growing deeper, perhaps a little ragged at times as I continue unhurriedly to soap her breasts, coming closer, and closer and closer to her nipples. I can feel my own nipples rising, among other things.

With the lightest touches of my fingertips, I apply a film of soap around Violet's aureole's, the eager buds in the middle as I say,

"And waking up, yes, now that would work out even better if, say, we had gone to sleep together the night before. cuddled in each others arms in that contented relaxation that comes on the heels of some soft spoken conversation or even companionable silence depending upon just how much energy we might have left after making love."

I continue to play with Violet's breasts, drawing slow circles around them, around her nipples. Violet's body is trembling against mine now, and I know I am quivering as well.

I slide my hands down her sleek belly, bringing them to rest just above Violet's soft thatch and draw her closer back to me in a close embrace.

"And going to bed together, Violet, well, that might just be a whole lot easier to do, if we were, sharing our meals together, chores together...our lives together."

I hold her there, desire hot within me, and at the same time scarcely daring to breath, wondering if I am pushign this too far, too fast, but knowing that I want to be a part of her life and her a part of mine in every way we can share. For as much as I want her, feel a draw of desire towards her that is so strong it shakes me to the core, I also know I want more besides. I want an 'us".

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Are you saying you want to move in together?" I know he is hinting at more, a more I can't let myself voice for fear that like a beautiful soap bubble, that if I touch it, it will pop. "Can you cook?" I whisper my skin tingling again and I imagine us together far into future seeing grandchildren, perhaps even great grandchildren, with rainbow colored hair dancing about. I shudder as the dream fades away. "Though I'm going to need to open a medical clinic the way you keep recharging me." I've never felt so flushed with power and I'm surprised I still desire sex as his fingers tease my dark skin, feeling nipples harden the skin tight along my full breasts.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Gently, I turn Violet to face me. I look into her eyes and for a moment, just the briefest moment, it is as if I see images there, images of children laughing, playing. And two very familiar figures standing among them. And then they are gone, but seem to linger somehow, like the light shadows that dance before the eyes after seeing a great light.

"Cook? Me? Darlin', I've enough wolf in me or so it seems that I am almost always hungry. And thanks to my Grandma I got so darn persinkulary spoiled on good food, well, just had to learn how to fix it right. Not that I am ever opposed to a little experimentation. You betcha I can cook. And as for you thinking you might need to open a medical clinic with being so recharged..." I chuckle lasciviously while running my hands slowly over Violet's breasts and sides. "Well, I could and would be more than willing to help out with that...in every way."

I put my forehead to Violet's and look her in the eyes, deeply. There's a lot of humor between us, but I want her to know just how I feel.

"Violet, I want to share as much of your life as you will share with me. For as long as you will have me. Yes, I want us to live together, to love together, to work together, to grow together. You and I know, don't we? The bond between us is more than a flare of passion's fire. It is a warmth and light like unto the undying glow of the sun. I would be a part of your life, and have you as part of mine, without owning, but sharing."

I take a deep breath. There is no hesitation in me, but I know Violet has pain that will be a long time, if ever in healing. And I want to be a part of that healing without ever makiing her feel threatened or unsafe again.

"I love you, Violet. Will you accept me as your mate?"

Slowly, I kneel before her. Slowly, because my cock has chosen to also add the nonverbal comment that I find Violet incredibly desirable and that I do have a hunger that supersedes food.

Still, the romantic in me will not be denied, and I am going to do this right, dammit! I kneel and take her hand. I look up to repeat the words again, even manage to get the "I love you, Violet. Will you accept me--" before she shifts just a little and I catch the full force of the shower in my face.

Her laughter is a thing of beauty and infections, even as I sputter, slip and fall flat on my ass with my cock sticking straight up, waving foolishly in the air, laughing so hard my sides hurt..

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I slip out of shower, towelling off, there was much I wished to tell him before I could even consider his proposal I was dry and I slide on a flowing robe, wearing nothing under it feeling the fabric ripple on my bare skin. Now is not the time for sexual thoughts I keep repeating to myself.

I head to my kitchen this home had been summer house of some official before fall of government and after some deep cleaning I had claimed it as my own.

I put some toast in and considered the best way to approach the subject. I looked up at Lucas a curtain of pain flitting across my dark eyes. "You make me happy, you make me forget things that are best forgotten. I killed my first lover because in my passion I altered the 20% of his body that wasn't water into water. His mutant ability was water so perhaps I merely accelerated where his mutancy was going. I don't know, he melted in a puddle before I could even blink. That was when I was sent here, once here I dealt closely with a mutant who caused fires, but had burned himself. At first our intimate moments were healing his skin and insides and helping him master his power. The government killed him, but I do not know the long term affect of being around me and with me will be. As for children, among our varied genetic traits I could have super mutants or spare them the mutant curse." Tears slowly run down my face, "I do so want children, but I've never used any birth control and I've never been pregnant. So despite my reflexive concern last night, I may never be able to have children."

I stop and glance at him, "You fit with me like the yin and yang fit together, two halves making a complete whole. Yet I want you to know all the possibilities before asking me to," I pause again, "If you still want to my answer is yes, with all my heart."

 

[sojournerwolf]

I manage to lever myself off the floor of the shower, cursing my clumsiness. I saw the pain in Violet's eyes as she fled the shower. I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. I can hear her in the kitchen.

Walking slowly out of the bathroom. I approach her, but keep enough distance so she does not feel crowded. I can read the anguish in her face, hear the depth of the pain in her words. I want so much to take her in my arms, hold her, knowing it will not erase the pain, but giving what comfort I can.

Is it a vivid imagination or some vestige of that empathic/telepathic bond we share that flashes images through my brain almost too quickly to capture them completely? The feelings of horror, of grief, of guilt, these though, they vibrate in my head as echoes of the anguish Violet carries.

She speaks of children, even her fear that she may not be able to have any. I taste that particular grief in her and know it runs very, very deep indeed.

I listen as she speaks, old stone face me, yeah, right, and that trickle out of the corner of my eye is what, spring run off?

Very slowly, almost delicatley, I draw near to her. It is not out of fear, but something other, a sense of offering myself completely, without threat to her.

"Violet, my beloved," I say and have to pause a moment. "Violet, I know there is great pain here," I place my hand against her chest above her left breast, not in sexual approach, but just so she might feel the touch of me. and I know I cannot take away that pain, that you will heal in your time. All I can give you is my love, my devotion, perhaps no more than something that, even as you hurt, you can hold to for comfort, to know some happiness as well as the past griefs.

"You speak of yin and yang, two halves making a complete whole. I feel that way, too. I can hear in your words fear I might meet a similar fate as your first lover. And yet, my own mutation may also be just exactly the one that is able not only prevent that, but also give to you in strength.

"Sweetheart, I have sufferend wounds that should have been fatal, I have never been ill a day in my life. And I know that the healing factor I possess has never been pushed anywhere near its limit.

"You speak of children, and I know the uncertainty of how they might be, or even if they might be, is also a source of grief for you. I would very much like to have children with you, and would love them for being a part of us no matter what. You know something of the way of wolves. We abandon not our own. And even if we could not have children...still, to be able to love you, to live with you, to share you life and have you share mine, that alone would be worth any price."

I take a deep breath. I am saying too much, the words stumbling over themselves. There really is only one answer I can give.

"I love you, Violet. I want to be your mate and you, mine. Nothing of what you have said changes that, though I thank you for your concern, your honesty."

I take Violet into my arms and hold her very, very close. Feeling the warmth of her, smelling the scent of her, hearing her breathing and heartbeat close to mine and what all the words could not even begin to say, in those moments of stillness, are written upon her heart and mine.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I cling to him in a unspoken need, feeling him wrap around me in more ways than one. Being surrounded in a protective glow. "Emotional pains are so much harder to heal." I manage to mutter into his shoulder. "Now we just have to find a minister," I chuckle and murmur, "Do you think there are any mutant ministers?" my eyes glisten with tears fading from tears of pain to tears of joy. I slip from his grasp and go towards a small herb garden and my fingers slide over the leaves watching them grow before my eyes, thriving as if sunlight were being infused into them. My skin slowly fades to a medium purple.

I turn towards him and whisper, "Shall we consumate our union?" it's a soft question/request as I slide the robe from my shoulders. I gracefully move to the toaster and snag the bread applying butter before munching it. "Of course we should eat first, got to keep up your strenght."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I watch Violet move to the herb garden. I really don't think it is my imagination that her step seems lighter. the happiness in me is almost more than I can contain, knowing she loves me, she wants to share her life with me and mine with her.

"Mutant ministers," I muse. "I seem to recall hearing of one or two in town. Perhaps, later, we can head down there and ask around."

Her hand reaches for the plants and I watch in wonder as their leaves unfurl, rise. It is a moment that seems almost sacred in the stirrings of the morning.

Violet rises, and I watch her gown slip from her skin, a lighter hue now. I can see the desire in her eyes, and know mine reflect the a similar warmth. I draw a deep breath, looking at her, this beautiful woman who has chosen to cast her lot with mine, and know even then that my desire will never diminish, any more than the love I feel for her this moment will ever pale.

I chuckle as I take her face in my hands and kiss her, the faint smear of butter there coating my own lips.

"Ah, and she is a wise woman, she is," I say. "Yes, I do think maybe we should have a bite to eat. And, you will be able to have proof I can cook.."

I grin as I cross to the refrigerator and put my hand upon it. "Now then, mon cheri. What have we here that mois, this humble monsieur le chef might be able to conjure you some sign of lovin' from the oven?"

I wait to hear what it is she likes to eat, not knowing if her tastes run vegetarian or omnivorous.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Ah, un chef francais, c'est tres beau." I move to sit on the one stool in the kitchen. "How about omelette's? I think I have some ham in there, I might have bacon if you'd like, I only have it for BLT's myself." Glancing over his shoulder into my fridge feeling his warm skin against mine. "I hope the orange juice is still good, there are a lot of things I can do, unspoil food isn't one of them." I lightly kiss his shoulder as my hand slides around him to pull out the pitcher of orange juice.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I turn and kiss Violet on the forehead. The feel of the orange juice pitcher as it burshes my skin causes me to yip, and I raise an eyebrow and a grin at her chuckle.

"Oh, laugh now if you will," I say in a mock sinster voice, "but later when I am having my wicked way with you..." The laugh almost stays in character, but not quite.

then delving into the refrigerator., I pull out the eggs, butter, ham...find some green peppers, cheese and mushrooms. I wonder what she thinks as I line these items neatly up on the counter. I check out her fully loaded spice rack.

"Pots, pans, that sort of stuff?" I ask and she directs me to her utensils.

I also pull out flour, baking soda and salt. Violet watches as I whip up dough for biscuits, then set it aside.

Oddly enough, I seem to keep taking the long way around to get to things in her kitchen. Well, maybe not so strange. It provides me opportunities for giving her quick kisses and lightly streaking her nose with flour. I have to keep rminding myself to pay attention to the tasty task at hand, as my eyes constantly are drawn to Violet, her smile and glowing eyes, her delicious body.

We chat comfortably as I work about news from town, childhood memories. There is a naturalness between us, a comfortable companionship that makes the time flow pleasantly.

I start the oven to prewarming, and stir the eggs together with some chives and bay (but not a lot). I add a little cilantro as well.

I find this wide bladed spatula and grin.

"Ah," I say, "I can see you know your tools."

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"I thought we just got clean," dusting the flour off my nose, feeling odd about being comfortable buck naked in my house in front of him. "The kitchen came with the house, it's previous owner couldn't take it with him when he left, so to speak." I enjoy the caressing and tickles as eh goes about preparing a full scale breakfast and I'm envisioning a kiss the cook apron adorning his bar body someday. I lick my lips at the image and inhale the scent of freshly baking bisquits.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

I swish the spatula at Violet a couple of times and cry, "En-garde!"

Truth of the matter is, the apron I have wrapped around me isn't quite loose enough to hide the fact that Violet's very presence, her scent, her sound, the sight of her, has me already thinking of dessert. Matter of fact, I had to be kinda careful to stand back a bit when I put the biscuits in.

The smells of the kitchen and the day, mingled with our scents has a sort of domestic, cheery quality that tugs at the back of my mind for a while. And then, I realize. I have not felt this sort of...homeiness...in years. Even with Sliver, the woman I lived with, fought with, loved with before that night when we finally took the Genoshan capitol, there was never this feeling of belonging. Not since I lived with my Grandparents before the Troubles. And even so, it has its own flavor, as of cool water at the end of a long run through the desert.

I find myself staring at Violet and her own deep gaze looking back at me. She asks me what I am thinking. I smile, and walk over to her, taking her hand in mine and kissing it palm and inner wrist.

"I'm thinking that if I loved you any more than I do right now, I would just have to start dancing. And that might make the biscuits fall. so I will save that for later."

I take the eggs out of the refrigerator, add just a tad more water to them. The skillet I have on low heat is ready, and I slowly pour the eggs into the pans. There is a faint sizzle and I lower the heat a touch more.

Well, no one likes burnt eggs!

I take the bowl to the sink and wash it out, setting it on the rack to dry, along with the wisk I used to stir the eggs, the knife I used to cut the vegetables and ham.

I very carefully scoop the ham out of its skillet and divide the chunks over the middle of the omelets, adding the green peppers, cheese and mushrooms.

Quickly, I remove the biscuits and set them aside. They are a near perfect brown on top. Using the spatula, I fold over the omletes one at a time, then carefully place them on plates on the counter.

Soon, the table is set, the plates before Violet and I with brimming glasses of oj (which tastes fine to me), the biscuits between us with butter and jam.

I rest my chin upon my hands and look at Violet, "Would madame care to zample ze dish and give her expert opinion before mi'seu begins chewing on his chair?" And I give her a very full and toothy grin.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I chuckle, the domesticate scene had never been my favorite, I had more of a touch with growing things than with pots and pans. "As long as Monsieur doens't pee on the carpet, I suppose I could put up with chewing on the chair." I giggle as I split a bisquit put a spot of butter on it watching it melt before taking a bite. Ummmmm my face did one of those I can't believe food can taste this good things as I scarf down the rest of bisquit.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

"Hmmm...well, you could always scatter a few newspapers about on the back porch. Make sure to let me out from time to time or take me for a walk. That should save the carpet."

I grin at the expression on Violet's face as she bites into the biscuit. Grandma used to make me fix them until I got them right, and I don't remember how many batches used to go to the ravens who have hung around me since I was young.

Much as I love the outdoors, I am kind of a domestic sort, probably from the way I was brought up where didn't matter what gender a person was, if they were good at what was needed done, it got done. have always been rather neat about my environment, too, though not fussy. Grandma used to say it was the wolf in me.

I think about my grandparents for a moment as I help myself to the food. They very much believed in the Old Ways, and were the ones chiefly responsible for making me feel comfortable with my mutation early in my life. I regret I never was able to hear all the stories, but seems there has been more than one of me at some point in tribal history...and that my birth had supposedly been part of some sort of prediction.

Of course, that was before the Troubles and--

I shake my head and come back to the present. Violet seems to be enjoying the meal quite a bit. Damn, that makes me feel warm right to the center. Looking at her eat, across from me, as comfortable in her nudity as I am, well, that gives me other warm feelings and I feel the head of my cock brushing against the underside of the table.

And she is grinning at me, like she knows. I grin back and decide to indulge a little natural curiosity. Well, maybe more than a little, for I really want to know more about Violet.

I sip my juice and look at her...watching the flow of her hair, the gentle movements of her breasts and shoulders.

"Yeah, not bad for a boy from the reservation," I say about the food. "I'm kinda curious about you, you know. If I get too nosy, please feel free at any time to change the subject or otherwise get my attention."

"Where do you hail from originally? What were you doing Before?"

Before...yeah, it's sort of a code word. Most of us, except those born here, have memories of childhood, some pleasant, some not so. and it is all tied up in Before.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Iowa," I say the word with a dreamy tone and my eyes haze over. "My dad was a farmer, before my parents split up. We moved in with my grandparents and that lasted for a year while mom got on her feet. We changed houses every year for four years and then Mom finally bought a house near my grandparents." I snag a few bites of egg, "I have a brother, older, I was sent here when I was 20, nearly four years now." I pause non believing that much time had passed. "I suppose they're alive, but with transportation being what it is around here, and most of phone lines were destroyed in the," I pause feeling a lump form in my throat. "I guess that breaks the happy image of me floating down the aisle in a dress my mother made escorted by my father." I blink away a tear, "What about your family?"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Sharp ears have aided me in being able to hear intonations, learned some time ago to interpret them. I hear both happiness and grief in Violet's voice. There is much within her that struggles with wanting to be freed, and wanting to stay locked down. I tell myself that I will make it as easy for possible for her to talk about what she wants to talk, when she wants to talk, and not push beyond that.

For now, I think maybe telling her a little of me will make her more comfortable with what she might want to say.

Scooping some egg onto a bisquit, I munch meditatively for a moment.

"I was born on the reservation up in Wyoming. My mom was kinda wild. I never really knew who my father was. She didn't talk about him, neither did her parents.

"My grandparents raised me. For the first few years, we lived on the reservation, mostly around the older folks who still held to a lot of the traditional beliefs and traditions. Trouble was, instead of coming into my mutation in adolesence, I was pretty much born this way. They tried to keep it secret, but stories got out..."

I push away the thoughts of how it was more than rumor. We had been sold out, by someone in the tribe. And though they never admitted it, I think my grandparents suspected mom who by the time I was ten had gotten into heavy drugs and other things.

"Well, to make a long story short," I continue, "we moved out into the badlands. Members of the tribe helped build a house. From about the age of ten or so, I didn't get a chance to see many people, though my grandparents made damn sure I was educated. One of the younger couples who had left and gone to college, gotten education degrees, then decided to come back, they helped out with that.

"And I learned a lot about the Old Ways, too. Evidently the elders of the tribe had decided I was supposed to be the Tribal Singer, and I was being trained for that, too. Grandpa taught me how to hunt, to fish, to live off the land. Grandma," I grin, "taught me to cook and sew and tan hide and that sort of thing. Also a little about herb lore and healing.

"Speaking of which, when did you first lean about your mutation?"

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Let me think, I always had a green thumb. I was an early developer though I had breasts by time I was in sixth grade, perhaps an unconscious acceleration of growth. Anyhow this girl went crazy and starting pounding me on the back and next day I didn't have any bruises, I guess that would be when it kicked in. I have an accelerated healing factor so I mend fast, but I can't further speed it up like I can to others. Anyhow it was shortly thereafter that my mom burned her hand on something in kitchen, I touched it and my head spun as I 'read' her molecules. It took a while to get used to it and I tended to keep it to minor things. It wasn't until after I was brought here that my talent sort of exploded." I glance down and say a bit sarcastically, "Maybe I should have stopped at a D cup." I raise one eyebrow and giggle my breasts jiggling, "Of course I didn't reall have control then and I doubt I could shrink them now even if I wanted to."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

With a solemn expression on my face, I move the plates aside and lean over the table. Cupping Violet's breasts in my hands (can I help it if my fingers just seem to move of their own accord, lightly stroking, squeezing, tracing her nipples?), I pretend to study them with a studious, almost scientific air.

"Well," I say at last, "from a purely objective point of view, I observe these breasts are nearly perfect in their roundness and softness and size and shape. Their color is lovely. And they fit with the rest of you quite well. If there is anything missing, well...hmmm...."

I lower my lips to her breasts, teasing with slow kisses, flickers of my tongue along the slopes, circling Violet's nipples. I make circles of my forefingers and thumbs around each delicious aureole and gently press, drawing the dark flesh tight as I suck, slowly, carefully, my tongue playing over each in turn.

Looking up at her, from the now erect and tender buds, I half smile and say, "Now, there, yes, I do believe that completes the picture."

 

[intriguess]

Violet

With a sardonic half smile, "They certainly do look proud now, don't they?" I run my fingers through his hair, "I'm done eating, how about a little taste of heaven?" I lick my full plum lips as I gaze into his eyes seeing images of his youth flicker behind them. Then images of my body reflected in his eyes that look of hunger lust and soulful need tug at my heart.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

"Heaven, indeed," I say softly. "Making love with you is nigh onto a religious experience. I seem to recall something about consumation..."

I stand and go into the kitchen, locating quickly the bottle of extra virgin olive oil I saw earlier. Returning to you, I lift you in my arms. Is that surprise I see on your face that I can pick you up so easily? We kiss, long and slowly as I carry you lightly into the bedroom.

Gently, I lay you on the bed, looking down at you, feeling my heart swell with love...other parts of me swollen with exquiste desire.

Urging you to roll over onto your stomack, I kneel across your back and open the oil. Taking a small amount onto the palms of my hands, I warm it, then lightly touch your shoulders.

"I am an acolyte," I say as my hands slowly caress the oil along your shoulders and arms. "Come to worship at the altar of your body. In ancient times and faraway lands, so they say, libations of oil and wine would be poured out to the goddess of love.:

My hands take more oil, warm it, smooth it along the long muscles of your back with my strong, warm hands, coating you completely.

"I've no need to seek any far off deity, for here and now, I am in the presence of she who rules my heart, possesses all of my desires."

My hands take on more oil. Along your buttocks, they knead, a touch firm yet gentle, lingering, touching everywhere as they glide without sound to your thighs. The feel of your skin, flowing through my hands pours through the very whorls of my fingertips a near electric current, thrumming throughout my nervous system, charging the glow deep within me.

"Indeed, what could an Aphrodite do, but despair if she were to see you? For all her cold and fragile prettiness would be but a pale shadow of you, Violet, a brittle sculpture of ice melting at the
mere glance of warmth from your eyes, the fire within your soul."

My hands move along your thighs, slowly, side and front and inside, coming to your feet where I smooth the oil upon you, feeling the changing textures of skin.

"And what can I do, but love you, who have shown me such love," I say, gently rolling you over.

I continue smoothing the oil upon your feet, moving gradually up your legs as you watch me.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

"Um, how delightful," I decide to forgo words as my body loosens up further letting my mind relax concentrating purely on how deliscious it feels to have my body rubbed completely and lovingly.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

My hands, warm, firm, slick move along the insides of your thighs, coating you lightly in the oil. My fingers glide to where they just brush your soft pubic down, flow across the juncture of your legs with your torso. Your body feels as if it glows beneath my hands, the heat of you soaking through my palms and fingers.

"Among my people," I softly continue, "we developed similar traditions. When man and woman declare for one another their love and desire, they begin by getting to know each others' bodies in this way of touch and warm oil. And it is always the man who first touches all of the woman he loves, services her in any way she so desires."

My oil slick hands move along your hips, caressing, bringing the oil almost but not quite to the slow blosssom of your desire. I smooth the oil up along your lower belly, caressing, massaging your flesh over your uterus to invoke small contractions, not orgasmic yet, but pleasurable.

"It is said, among my people, that for a warrior and hunter to serve his woman in this way shows his devotion, that though he eagerly desires union of lives with her, he will not seek to make of her a mere possession as is the way of other peoples. No, rather he shows his respect for her as well as his love and desire.
That he is not too proud to acknowledge the truth we know, Father Sun and Mother Earth are partners, equal though different, and as it is with them, so it should be with man and woman.

My hands take on more oil, warming it. My smooth, flowing touch slides along your sides to your shoulders. I caress the oil upon your throat, stroking gently those places of softest flesh behind the ears, the ear lobes, beneath the jaw. My hands move then slowly downward toward your breasts.

Smiling at you, I put both hands upon your left breast. For a moment, I merely hold you, cupped in my large hands.

"I can hear your heartbeat, you know. Feel your pulse beneath my fingers. The rhythm I find there is the same as mine, a synchronicity of feelings too deep for words. I hear in the drum of your heart, my name, my secret name, the one only I have known ere this, and you, who have known it in your heart, shall heard it whispered. For my heart likewise knows your secret name, and has called it for a long, long time, before I even knew you."

I begin to slick the oil slowly along your breast, caressing, lightly squeezing. My hands dance along the slope of your full chest, spin along your nipples, rolling them beneath my fingers. You give yourself to my touch, which strokes like fire upon you, probes tenderly, takes full advantage of your sensitivity to draw you ever higher into pleasure.

My hands slow in their intricate waltz. I lean over to kiss you upon the lips, inhaling the air you breath. Looking into your eyes, I smile, then draw away. My cock is rigid, hard and straight and throbbing to be in you. My lips feel swollen as if of thirst to taste you, to caress your body, your swelling pussy. My hands ache to hold, to touch, to reach into you.

Yet, this is the moment when I bring to you the center of consummation as it is known among my people.

Humbly, I kneel before you.

"Violet, my heart is yours, all that I am and all I ever hope to be. I would join in union with you of lives from this day forward. Come what may of joys or griefs, of times we walk in the sun or stumble through darkness, I shall be with you, beside you, as mate, as friend, as lover, as partner. You and you alone will I cherish in my heart and devote myself to as your mate, for as long as you shall have me or until I cross the final plain to that place which awaits us all beyond this veil of existence.

"And as token of that, I put aside all thought of my own desires at this moment, and ask what you would have of me now to give you pleasure as my offering to you upon this eve of our consummation as mates, man and woman, joined as one."

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I slowly absorbed what he said with the oil, my mind taking it all in. "I already have what I want," I sit up slowly languidly, "your heart." My hands stretch over my head body uncoiling as I stand moving towards you in a sinuous fashion. I place one finger under your chin and slowly lift you to stand in front of me. "My pleasure is yours, and yours mine. My pain is yours and yours mine. I would never enjoy you setting aside yourself for me." I pause looking into your eyes feeling myself get pulled in by the swirling eddy that lies within. For an instance we are one mind, one body, and then back to our seperate selves.

"Do you see?" I softly murmur pulling you back to the bed.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

As your stretch your arms above your head, your breasts rising large and proud before you, your belly tautening, legs rippling beneath your glistening flesh, my heart almost aches with the sight of your loveliness.

Your words touch me deeply. It is then, I realize, that perhaps this is part of what it is to be a mutant, putting aside old traditions and rituals for those we create out of our own meanings.

Watching you move with supple grace towards me, I feel nearly frozen, drinking in the sight of you. When you touch me, once again the bond between us becomes a living thing writhing across the distance between our eyes and into our minds. I feel almost as if I could fall into your eyes forever, and only feel I am flying.

You lead me to the bed, and we stand there a moment. My arms snake around you and pull you to me, kissing you long and slow, our lips parting moistly. The slipperiness of your body beneath my hands, against my chest and thighs excites my lust for you until there is a roaring in my ears from my pulse.

Our mouths eagerly devour one another, kissing lips and throats and chests and breasts as our hands roam each others bodies. Everywhere you touch me is as if a wildfire is breaking out. Every caress like flame shooting into the very core of me. My cock pushes insistently between us, hard and long, an iron of smithy heat. I can feel the moistness of you anointing it with your own eager desire.

Laying you on the bed, I kiss your throat, your breasts as your thighs spread and your inner lips kiss the length of my rigidity.

It is as if we are drawn, steel to magnet, the head of my cock entering you slowly but firmly. I lose myself in those first few moments as your inner lips close around my knob, then the inner circle of your moist corridor's walls close in on me.

Moving into you, deeper, with a long, smooth stroke, I push deep into you, feeling your hands upon me, your lips kissing, biting, your thighs coming up to wrap around my hips.

Grinning, I say, "Put your arms around my neck, darlin', and hold tight!"

You look at me puzzled, yet do as I ask. With your arms and hips locked around me, I rise to all fours, your nipples brushing my chest, until your ass is off the bed. I begin to swing my hips back and forth, as you sway beneath me, in mid air, almost like a hammock.

In and out I move as you swing in rhythm; my cock here presses up against your inner wall as we swing faster, faster, your ass swaying above the bed.

 

[intriguess]

Violet

I draw strenght from him as my arms wrap around him and my body is lifted off bed, my leg tightening aroun you pulling us together figuring out a simple rhythm of tightening and relaxing, meeting and falling away. The oil on my skin makes every slippery and enflames our skin and desire as if meshing our skin into one living breathing mass of nerves and flesh.

My sounds of pleasure eachoing agasint yours in our minds as our lips partake of each other savouring as if it were the first and last time.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Lucas

Your body slides back and forth against mine, leaving a sheen of oil on me as well. The tension of the slickness adds to our eager drive as we move faster and faster, your pelvis and mine crashing into each other.

My cock is pulsating within you as we grow more eager, our lips pressed hard, almost bruising against one anothers, our tongues like flames flickering around each other's, with a moist heat that sends currents shooting through my body.

The air crackles around us. I can feel you drawing off me, my body responding with more energy. Sheer lust scalds through us, our bodies demanding more, more...

I straighten up, holding your ass in my hands as you slide down the length of my cock, colliding with a fierceness that leaves us both gasping. I swing us off the bed and, buried deep inside you, walk with you holding to me, feeling the different rhythm of walking while fucking, the rolling moviement of my cock long and thick and deep within you.

I carry you out of the bedroom, briskly. I feel your lips on my neck, kissing, licking, biting at the different sensations of walking while joined. I take you back to the table and bend over, laying you down.

Grasping your legs in my hands, I raise them between us, push them back but not uncomfortbly, and standing at the table, I alternate hard, deep, slow thrusts between several short, quick, shallow ones, alternating as I feel the energy between us rise and drop, rise and drop. I prop your feet on my shoulders and grasp your arms to keep you from slipping away from me as we make love there on the table, the fever of our desire a wild wind that rises in force to near hurricaine strength.