Message-ID: <6119eli$9712041552@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "roach" Subject: X-Men (sex etc) Check site for new stories! Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.fetish.feet Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bcfebd$3afa7da0$387059d1@mjn> This is a repost by stormjn@golden.net . Please contact the original author for any details regarding the story. Also, check the MEDIA section of http://www.golden.net/~stormjn/index.html for more Erotic fiction. Please correct me if I start talking bollocks at any point as my sexual knowledge is mostly theoretical. This was supposed to be a Wolverine story but Gambit managed to weasel his way in at the end. Needless to say I blame Jubilee. Mhairie Chapter 1 A Wolf in the Hand and an Ace up Your Sleeve by Lady Amethyst (June 1995) Some kid was going to be moving into the mansion. Wolverine didn't approve, especially as she wasn't even a mutant but some sort of half fairy or something. She was Bobby Drake's cousin and her name was Mhairie. She had been living in Scotland with her father but he had been killed in a climbing accident. So she had come to America where her remaining relatives were, Bobby and his parents. But for some reason he hadn't been made privy to she couldn't stay with Bobby's parents so she was to live here. At least it'd be someone for Jubilee to relate to. She was arriving this afternoon and they'd all been instructed by Bobby to be there so he could introduce everyone. He heard the door and went to look into the hall. It was them, he could just see Bobby's head. He moved forward to see her and a gap appeared between Scott and Beast. Through it he could see a stunning young girl with long pale blonde hair. He heard Bobby say his name and point over at him and the girl gave him a smile before turning to the next person being introduced. Wolverine awoke early after a restless night. He pulled on shorts and a light shirt which he left un-buttoned and went outside. He decided to take a walk through the woods and make sure everything was all right. Not that he expected anything to be wrong but he always felt he needed some sort of reason for everything he did. So he wouldn't take a walk for fun but to check for intruders and if the sun was shining and the birds singing, well that was just a coincidence. He heard her before he saw her, she was singing some sort of folk song. "We're a' a dry wi' the drinkin' o't, We're a' a dry wi' the drinkin' o't. The minister kissed the fiddlers wife, And couldnae preach for thinkin' o't." It was Bobby's cousin Mhairie. He moved through the woods towards the song until he came to a clearing in amongst the oak trees. She was skip- ping in circles in the sunlight, naked. Lying at the foot of a tree was a light green dress he picked it up and lent against the tree to watch her. After all if she wanted to run around with no clothes on it wasn't his fault if he saw her. She was very light on her feet, he didn't realise quite how light until she rose up off the ground laughing and spinning around. Her pale gold hair was stunning in the sunlight as it flashed around her white shoulders. She came floated back to the ground facing him. "Hello Logan," she said brightly not seeming in the least embarrassed. "Isn't it a beautiful day?" He grunted non-commitally and held out her dress. She took it but but rather than put it on she draped it over an arm and took his hand. "Come and see what I found." She tugged him along behind her to the other side of the clearing and pulled him down to kneel on the grass. Dotted under the tree were clusters of wild primroses. She placed her hand on a tree root as she bent over to smell the flowers and as he watched her palm sank slowly into the wood. "Just what are you?" he asked. Mhairie sat up again. "A halfling. I absorb the radiated energy from living things. Trees, plants, the Sun..." "The Sun's not alive. It's just a ball of gas," he corrected her. "Well as far as I'm concerned it's alive," she told him. "And Mhairie always knows best." "What about the flying and the thing you did with the tree?" "I can't really fly, but when I have a lot of energy I can ... float a bit. As to this," she stood up and stepped half into the oak tree's trunk. "My father was human but my mother was a dryad, that's a kind of being that lives in a tree. If she is away from her tree for long she'll die." She paused for a moment as if about to say something but changed her mind. "The trees look out for me." She stepped away from the tree again. "It's nice here with all the trees, I'm glad Charles let me come stay here. I can't stand Bobby's father, I could never have stayed with him." She looked pensive a moment but then brightened. "Everyone here is so full of energy, it makes me strong. You have the most, it tastes nice." She wrapped her arms around him pressing herself to his bare chest. "Mmmm." "It ... must be the healing factor," he said trying to ignore the way her hair tickled his skin, the warmth of her breath, the fact that she was still naked. "I ought to get back to the mansion for ... brekfast." In his head he repeated three words over and over 'She's only sixteen. She's only sixteen. She's only sixteen.' But then he wouldn't be so interested if she wasn't so young would he? Just like with Jubilee. Some thing so fascinating with the innocence contrasted against his experience. "Okay, I'm hungry too." She let go of him, though she kept hold of his hand and they started walking back. "Don't you think you should put your dress on?" "I suppose so." She unfolded it and slipped it over her head. "But it blocks the energy, clothes are such a silly idea. Especially on days like this." Later that evening Wolverine was watching the news with Warren, Betsy, Gambit and Hank. Mhairie had worn the same short green dress all day and he had been unable to get the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear out of his head. Her tendancy to skip everywhere hadn't helped at all. She seemed to flirt incorrigably but in such a way that you couldn't actually accuse her of anything. Even her cousin and the Professor (whom she called Charles) didn't escape her. She seemed to get on better with the men than the women, he had a feeling that the women thought her innocence was all an act. Jean seemed to like her though so presumably she could see, thanks to her powers, that Mhairie was exactly what she appeared. Jubilee couldn't stand her. He guessed it annoyed her that here was a girl three years older than her who behaved like a five year old and laughed at Jubilee's grown up act. Well not really a five year old, she just couldn't be bothered with this world weary crap most teenagers seemed to enjoy. Plus she seemed to be ursurping Jubilee's place as Wolverine's shadow. Mhairie came into the room and sat down between him and Gambit. In one smooth motion she leant back against Wolverine pulling his hand about her waist and slid her legs into Gambits lap. With only a faint start Gambit tucked his hands comfortably about her bare legs. Psylocke raised an eyebrow at their silent acceptance of the girl's presumption. She wondered for a moment if maybe women had been going about things the wrong way altogether with men. Wolverine too wondered at how she managed to do things in such a way that to refuse her would be to cause a scene and look a fool, not that he wanted to refuse her anyway. Not yet, but what if she wanted to take things further? God he wanted to, what man wouldn't? Her innocence and freedom mixed with sensuality was intoxicating. But she was only sixteen and Bobby's little cousin as well as a guest. But who was he kidding, she wouldn't be interested in an old man like him. She just liked the way his energy "tasted". It was more likely she would go for Gambit. The thought galled him. The news finished and he moved her aside so he could go to bed. When he passed the room again she was curled up with Gambit watching Babylon 5. Wolverine paced his room. He had heard Mhairie come upstairs with Gambit but had been unable to tell if they had gone to seperate rooms or not. He had to know. Surely she wouldn't sleep with Gambit, she'd only just met him. More to the point surely Gambit would know better than to sleep with someone so young, but she wasn't that young, not as young as Jubilee. At least Mhairie was legal (NB She is in Scotland but what is the age limit in the state the X-Men live in?) and she and Gambit had looked very ... comfortable earlier. He sat down on the bed, he wouldn't check. What kind of fool would he look like barging into her room in the middle of the night to see if she was there. He sighed, legal or not she was only a step from Jubilee and if he let himself take her it wouldn't be long before Jubilee started seeming a little less out of bounds. So he'd do what he always did, play the father figure and keep his hands in his pockets. But in the meantime a little fantasy wouldn't do anyone any harm. He could still remember the feel of her bare chest pressed against him and it wasn't difficult to imagine what could have happened. Meanwhile someone else was about to enter Mhairie's room, Jubilee. She'd had enough of Mhairie coming on to Wolverine and she was going to tell her to keep her hands off what didn't belong to her. "Wake up!" she shook Mhairie awake. "What? Jubilation?" "Don't call me that! I've got somethin' to tell you." Mhairie sat up looking slightly amused, "And what's that?" "I've seen you coming on to Wolvie, just leave him alone." "Or what?" "Or you'll be sorry that's what. Understand?" "Completely, but there's something you don't understand. You've got no chance with Logan, he'll never let himself give you a chance. But I'm just old enough that he might give in and if he gives in to me then he's more likely to give in to you, especially if you just happen to find out about him and me." "I don't believe you. He'll give in eventually, it's just gonna take time that's all." "Look come to Logan's room tomorrow morning." Mhairie got out of bed and led Jubilee into the hall to Wolverine's door. "Make sure you're there before we get up," she said and went into the room closing the door behind her. Jubilee stared at the door wondering what the hell she'd got herself into and why the hell she didn't just go in there and drag Mhairie back out. Inside Mhairie spoke quietly, "Logan." Wolverine froze, what the hell was she doing here? He heard her come towards the bed. He should tell her to go. She was sitting on the bed. He could see the curve of her shoulder and hip in the pale moonlight. She was already naked, she slid over him and brought her lips down on his mouth. Ran her tongue over his lips, nipped at them with her teeth until he opened his mouth and let her in. She straddled his chest and lifted his arms above his head, he willingly took hold of the bars there stretching his chest out. This was the way to do it, if he wasn't making her do anything, if she was in control, then it wasn't his fault. She climbed off him and pulled the sheet from his lower body leaving him naked. Lying on her side beside him she ran her hand across his chest, tangling in the hair there and circling his nipples. She leant over and circled one with her tongue, her hair spilt across his chest and neck. As she sucked at his nipple she allowed her hand to stray lower across his abdomen, her leg stroking his gradually sliding further over until she was half over him, her knee between his legs, her pubic hair tickling his hip. She released his nipple and raised herself over him till she was looking into his eyes as she took hold of his penis and began to run her hand up and down its length. She kissed him deeply before sliding down his body to take him into her mouth. She moved one hand to massage his balls and the other underneath him to slide a wet finger inside his anus. He gasped in surprise and she began to push it in and out at the same time as she sucked on his penis. He was now moaning in time with her rhythm and Mhairie wondered momentarily if Jubilee was still outside the door. She could taste his pre-cum in her mouth and knew he couldn't hold on much longer, with a hoarse cry he released into her mouth and she drank down the live sperm, like liquid energy, while she absorbed the rest of the energy from his orgasm through her skin. She felt him soften in her mouth and let go sitting back on her heels between his legs, not touching him at all. He opened his eyes and let go of the head-rest as he caught his breath. "I'm impressed," he said. She didn't answer, just watched him with a half smile and one of those come hither looks women seemed so good at. "I don't have any protection. I didn't exactly plan this. My healin' factor means I don't have no diseases but I can get you pregnant as easy as the next man." "Don't worry, my reproductive system isn't _quite_ like humans." He sat up and took her wrists in his hands, she was so slim there was almost nothing to her. He pinned her arms behind her back and kissed her roughly. "Any last requests?" he asked. "No mercy?" He laughed and pushed her back straddling her waist. "Just remember this was your idea." His weight kept her arms trapped behind her back as he ran his rough hands over her breasts, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. "Just tell me when you get tired cause it takes a lot to run me down," he told her as he knelt on all fours so he could slip his hand underneath him and between her legs. He ran his fingers lightly through the hair and brushed against her skin, she moaned encouragingly and he began to slowly slip his middle finger between the moist folds until it lay between them and he could feel the muscular entrance to her vagina beneath the tip of his finger its juices dripping around him. He slid his finger up until the tip caught her clitoris, he stroked and pulled at it feeling it swell beneath his touch. He watched her face as he increased the speed of his touch, her pale skin was flushed and her jaw trembled. She looked so young, her slender form and small breasts increasing the effect. You could believe her the same age as Jubilee easily. With an exclamation of pleasure she came and as the fluids ran down onto the bed he pushed his once more erect penis inside her and she cried out as he stretched her to fit him. He began to slowly stroke in and out not allowing her time to recover. She was very tight and grasped his penis wonderfully, she was also quite small and when he was fully inside her he could feel his head push against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling as he himself was quite short although very thick, like the rest of him. Her gasps were half pain half pleasure as she moved her hips in time to his thrusts but she didn't ask him to stop. She had expected it to hurt a little this first time and as he sped up it was hard to tell the pain from the pleasure that filled her and numbed her limbs. As he shot his sperm deep inside her she felt her body absorb it and the energy it held, in order to get pregnant she would have had to consciously tell her body to. The extra energy pushed her over into another orgasm. Jubilee woke with a start. She was still outside Wolvie's door. She had waited when Mhairie went in, waited for Wolverine to throw her out. She had believed he would, she really had. But he hadn't. It should have been her in there! Why hadn't she gone in? Who was to say he would have turned her away? He hadn't turned Mhairie away. She got to her feet. Why should she wait till morning? She should go in now. She _would_ go in now. With a deep breath she barged through the door. Wolverine was lying on his back on the bed with Mhairie sitting over him slowly moving, raising herself right off of him and then back down again. Without breaking her rhythm she spoke, "Hello Jubilation." "What!" Wolverine shot up tumbling Mhairie to the bed and turning to face the door. "Jubilee! What the hell are you doing in here?" Jubilee stared at him accusingly. "It should have been me." "What?" "Is she so much prettier than me? Does three years really make that much of a difference? Do I mean so little to you that you'll screw her without even thinking twice?" She began to pull off her clothes. "Am I so ugly to you?" She stood naked in the middle of the room. Wolverine turned his face away, "For God's sake Jubilee, put your clothes back on." "Look at me damn you!" "Yes Logan," said Mhairie. "Look at her. Isn't she what you see when you look at me? It's her that you want." He opened his mouth to speak but she stopped him. "Don't lie to me Logan. Remember, Mhairie knows best." She stood up and took Jubilee's hand, leading her over to kneel on the bed. "You know you want her." "I can't! It couldn't work." "Geez Louise Wolvie! We're not talking about marriage and kids here," exclaimed Jubilee. "Let's just have sex okay?" She ran her fingers over his chest and up to stroke his cheek and lips, moving closer to kiss him and press her body against his. Of their own volition his hands raised to hold her. He was still erect and she could feel him nudging against her mound. She wrapped her arms about his neck and raised herself up to allow him to enter her but he stopped her. "Wait a minute. You aren't on the pill are you?" "Of course not." Understanding dawned on her face. "Oh! Don't you have any condoms?" "Hold that thought," said Mhairie and left the room. She entered Gambit's room and climbed onto the bed to shake him awake. "Remy! Wake up." Gambit opened his eyes to see her naked body leaning over him. "Now dat's sometin' you don' see ev'ry day." "Do you have any condoms?" "Uh sure," he gestured to the bedside cabinet. "Top drawer." She fished out a box and went to leave but he grabbed her arm. "Where you goin' Chere? Gambit was hopin you'd be stayin' a little longer." "In that case I'll be right back." She ran through to Wolverine's room and dropped the box on the bed next to Jubilee who was lying on her back with Wolverine's face buried in between her legs. "Have fun. I'll see you in the morning." Wolverine waved a hand at her and she went back through to Gambit's room with a smile on her face. He was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. "I don't suppose your gon' to tell me what dat was all 'bout?" "Let's just say I was helping two friends come to an... understanding." "What say we come to our own understandin' Chere." He held out his hand to her. She nearly laughed. When I decide to lose my virginity, she thought, I don't do it by halves. She went over to him and straddled his legs. He smelt wonderful, like musky gold. "What is your power Remy?" she asked, curious. "I charge t'ings, like dis." He picked up a card from the deck on his bedside cabinet and it began to glow red in his hand. "Wonderful! Can you charge through _any_ part of your body?" "I guess so." She took the card from his hand before he could stop her but rather than explode the charge vanished. "What'ch you do? I t'ought you weren't a mutant." "I'm not. But as a halfling I can absorb energy from living things instead of food. You must have noticed that I don't really eat anything but fruit." "So if I was to do this..." he lowered his head to kiss her and as he slipped his tongue into her mouth he sent a weak charge through it and she moaned in pleasure. The feeling was incredible, a bit like the buzz she got when lying in bright sunshine but concentrated to a single part of her body. He rolled her onto the bed and began to kiss down her neck leaving little glowing red footsteps behind him. When he reached her nipples he paused at each giving them an extra charge, then he drew a line with his tongue from her breastbone to her navel and sat back to look at her. "You like dat Cherie?" "It's incredible!" He smiled and reached down to run a finger up the inside of her leg. "Perhaps we see what happens when we go lower non?" "Please." Bending down he parted the lips of her pussy with his tongue and found her clit. With no charge he began to lick and pull at it and then when he felt she was getting close to orgasm he sent the charge through his tongue and she cried out so loudly as she came that he felt the whole mansion must have heard her. When she was done she clamped her hand over her mouth with laughter in her eyes. "Oops." He laughed too, "Nice to know I be appreciated. What say you do Gambit a little favour in return?" "You have somethin' particular in mind?" He nodded, "But if you don' want to it's okay jus' say so." "Well you'll have to tell me what it is first." He looked kind of nervous which made sense with her age but she was quite widely read and there were a number of things that she wouldn't mind giving a try. "In fact let me guess, I bet I know what your thinking of." She rolled over onto her knees and elbows. "I must admit I always wondered what it would feel like." He reached out and caressed her buttocks cautiously. "It's okay," she said and he began to stroke around her anus. Reaching into his drawer again he fished out another box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Opening it he took some on his fingers and began to rub it around her anus and then to slide a finger inside. With his other hand he opened a condom and slid it onto his erect penis, he couldn't wait to get it inside her but first he added a second finger to stretch her wider. "That feel okay Chere?" "Mmmmm." He pulled them out a little and then pushed in a little further until he felt resistance. He increased the pressure, "Oh!" "You okay?" "Yes, it didn't really hurt, I don't think. Feels kind of strange." "Why don't we try the real thing now?" "Okay." He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on a tissue, and took some more lubricant. He rubbed it onto the condom and more into her anus before he put the tip of his penis against her. "Jus' tell me if I hurt you." Then he began to push slowly inside her. He wasn't especially thick and was soon lying on top of her buried to the hilt. He kissed her back and reached one hand underneath her to stroke her pussy as he began to move in and out. Mhairie moaned each time he pulled out, for some reason that stroke seemed to cause the most pleasure. It did hurt a little even with the lubricant but it felt good despite that. As he sped up he began to apply a little charge through his penis as it reached right inside and the fingers that had begun to dip in and out of her pussy. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes he came inside her bringing her along too with an extra burst of energy into her. Spent they slumped to the bed with his penis still buried inside her. He caught his breath a minute before sliding slowly out of her and dumping the condom in the bin. With a tissue he wiped the rest of the lubricant away and she rolled over to face him. "I hope that was what you were thinking." He laughed, "Yes Cherie, that was what I had in mind. You liked it?" "Yes I liked it," She kissed him deeply. "Now let's go to sleep, it's been quite a night." They crawled under the duvet and curled up together. In Wolverine's room he and Jubilee were asleep too. Everything was peaceful. They would worry about the repercussions in the morning. 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