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10. Mating
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“Sorry”
“Ughnn…” Ororo felt her head being raised and
something hard being pushed against her swollen
lips. Cracking her eyes open, she realized that it
was the water mug she had been using for the past
few days. She also recognized the person offering
the water to her, Logan. ‘No, not Logan,’ her tired
mind and sore body reminded her. ‘Not
Logan…..Wolverine.’
Logan had been lost inside his mind, his alter ego
taking over for him, both in mind and body. The same
alter ego that had claimed and marked her as his
own, not once, but many times over.
How many times? She didn’t know nor did she try to
remember.
She had stopped counting after the seventh time.
------
//Flashback//
“Sorry,” that was the last word that Logan had said,
as Wolverine came out and wrested complete control
from him, popping his claws out and letting a loud
echoing roar to announce his entrance.
Ororo knew that in her current state, she couldn’t
try to keep off his advances and she sure as hell
couldn’t try and talk him down. She had been able to
get through to Wolverine in the past, but that
wouldn’t happen this time, even she knew that much.
Not with her current hormonal state, and an unknown
serum running through his veins, shutting off
everything in him, except for a ‘primal hunger’ to
mate. She hoped that he wouldn’t get too physical or
too rough, and that she wouldn’t end up like Stacy
was after Sabertooth was done with her. But then
again, Wolverine wasn’t Sabertooth. He had fought
hard to overcome and control the *wildness* inside
him. Hopefully that control would extend to his
mating too.
Curiously and fortunately for her, Wolverine didn’t
directly throw himself on her and started, well
started rutting like an animal. He however did go
through a sort of pre-mating ritual.
He caught hold of one of arms and yanked her from
the corner she had been huddled to the centre of the
room, or somewhere near about there. He wanted her
to be in the open. Somewhere where he could have
easy access to her, from any possible direction.
He had then begun circling her, closing in every few
seconds to smell her, only to frown, snort in
frustration and step back a couple of steps and
continue with his pacing. At first Ororo did not
understand what he was doing. She smelled the same
from all directions and it couldn’t have been very
pleasing, given their current living conditions. She
even mused, albeit for an instant, that he would be
put off by her smell and reject her and leave her
alone.
As time went by, she relaxed a little and her fear
and nervousness waned. It was then that she realized
what Wolverine was doing. He was making her get used
to him so that she wouldn’t be afraid of him and be
an equal participant in their mating. It both
relaxed and frightened her. Relaxed, because she
would not be *raped* like Stacy was, and frightened
because it meant that he *would* mate with her.
-----
In the observation room,
“What is it doing?” Wraith asked impatiently. “Why
doesn’t it get on with the fucking? I want each and
every one of them to be humiliated. In every
possible way.”
“Patience my friend,” Cornelius replied, his eyes
stuck at the screen, its reflection playing on his
glasses. “Even though I agree that this is out of
the norm of the Wolverine, I am sure that we will
get the results we want, either one of them. Either
it will mate with the female or kill it, or maybe
both.”
Standing behind them were Mallory Brickman and
Victor Creed, both of whom were silently watching
and waiting for a chance to get out from the room
and do some *mating* of their own. Well Creed wanted
that. He was following the Wolverine on the screen
and knew the reasons behind his dance around the
black x-woman. Oh, how he wanted to be the one with
her right now. He would have fucked her half way to
hell by now.
“I’m outta here,” he growled, stomping away towards
his room. “Ya can enjoy the show. I got much better
things ta do than stand around watching the runt get
some.”
A few minutes later, Wraith also left, signaling
Mallory to follow him. Even if he never admitted,
the mutie female was incredibly attractive and
seeing her about to get fucked, even if happened to
be for the last time in her life, made him highly
aroused and kicking for a piece of action for
himself.
-----
Back inside the cell,
Wolverine had a feral grin on his face. The female
had smelled nice to start with, but there had been a
horrible smell of fear and nervousness coming from
her, one that he generally didn’t mind too much, but
coming from her, it tugged at something in him. He
had never felt like this ever and even with his
basic primal mental faculties, he understood it.
Whoever, this female was, was going to be his mate,
even if she didn’t know it yet. She wouldn’t have
any choice in this. He was the Wolverine and what
the Wolverine wanted, the Wolverine got, one way or
the other.
Once she seemed relaxed enough, Wolverine made his
move. Raising his claws, he made short work of his
clothes, exposing himself and his complete manliness
to his *future* mate. He frowned when her
nervousness spiked again, but as he followed her
line of sight, that frown turned into a grin. Her
gaze was stuck at his erect member. She was nervous
because of it. That realization made his chest swell
with pride. Stalking up to her, he lowered himself
to his knees, his gaze stuck at her eyes, his nose
twitching to catch every minute change in her smell.
-SNAKT-
The sound of his claws sheathing echoed through the
air, his continual growl intermingling with it.
Lowering himself on all fours he prowled further,
until his face was inches away from hers. Sensing
him draw nearer, she lowered her gaze and looked at
the ground between them.
“Uhmmnn….” Wolverine whimpered as he gently nudged
her cheek with his nose, reveling in her natural
scent. He was growing wilder by the second, his
erection rock hard and aching to be inside her, to
fill her fertile womb with his potent seed and mark
her as his own. He wanted her to come at least some
of the way if not the complete *half* way, which he
initially wanted. “Grrr…..” his whimper changed to a
slightly threatening growl at her hesitance to look
up at him. He nudged her a second time, this time
from below her jaw, forcing her to look up and
directly into his drug and arousal darkened eyes.
“Grrr….” At his insisting growl, she seemed to
understand him, or at least part of what he wanted
to communicate to her. However, the next instant she
tried to move away from him and that angered him.
“GRRR….” He growl grew louder as he yanked her
closer to him. Wincing at the sudden pain, she bit
on her lower lip to stifle the cry, which welled up
in her throat. Lifting her free hand, she pointed to
the softer mattress. Following her hand, Wolverine
looked at the unknown object lying in the corner. He
guessed that putting her on that *thing* would make
her more willing to reciprocate to him. He however,
didn’t want to leave their current position.
So he did the next best thing, he pulled the
mattress towards them. Lifting her from the ground,
he set her on the mattress, enjoying its softer
feeling for himself too.
-----
Back in the observation room,
Cornelius had a deep frown etched on his age
*wrinkled* face. Wolverine was going too slow,
wasting valuable time. Looking over his shoulder, he
gestured for a soldier to come to him.
“Yes sir, Dr. Cornelius sir,” the soldier saluted
him.
“At ease,” he answered with a flip of his hand.
Reaching for a small box lying in front of him, he
opened it to reveal about two dozen of the darts,
which had been shot at Wolverine to make him
sexually aroused.
Taking out two of the darts he was about to handle
it to the soldier when something on the screen
grabbed his attention. Wolverine had just ripped the
clothes off the female.
“Nothing,” he gestured the soldier to return to his
post. “It seems we won’t be needing the next dose
after all…..not yet at least,” he ended with a
sinister grin.
-----
Wolverine slightly extended his first claw from his
right hand and made short work of Ororo’s tattered
uniform, his arousal jumping another level as her
physical beauty came into the open.
Pushing the female to lie on the mattress he crawled
over her, until he was hovering her breasts, both
his hands and legs saddling her completely.
-----
As for Ororo, she had been unresponsive; waiting for
what she thought would be an abusive rape to
commence. However, all of *Wolverine’s* actions had
surprised her. True, he was being animalistic as his
namesake….but there something *soft*, something
caring about his actions. It was as if he wanted her
to be an equal participant, enjoy it.
If you can’t fight it, you might as well enjoy it,’
that was the thought with which she reached up and
cautiously caressed his mutton-chopped cheek, almost
smiling when he immediately leaned into her hand, a
soft purr momentarily replacing his deep rumbling
growl.
That gesture was enough for her to become more
confident with the situation. She wouldn’t be able
to overcome him, he was clearly the dominant
partner, but she could still have some semblance of
power and control over their actions. The simple
fact that he had pulled the mattress for them to lie
on, added to that confidence.
It also helped to finally relax her, her relaxed
state leading further to an aroused state, the smell
of which Wolverine instantly caught. Reaching down
he gently but clumsily parted her legs, positioning
himself to enter her.
//End Flashback//
-----
That had been the first time and what she had hoped
to be at the most, one of a couple of times. How
wrong had she been.
She hadn’t forgotten to take into account, his
current libidinous state and his *superlative*
healing factor.
He had taken her again and again and in various
positions, although in keeping with his current
mental state, he had preferred the animalistic
position, with her on all fours and him positioned
behind her either on his knees or on his feet,
bending over her, in which case his face was near
hers, his hot breath blowing over the raw bite mark
on her shoulder.
He had been both rough and gentle with her,
alternating with slow, leisurely lovemaking and
hard, hurried fucking. Her aching body and the
various markings on her skin provided the testimony
to prove it.
During the course of their *lovemaking* she had even
lost consciousness, waking up eventually to find him
sitting next to her a food and water offering lying
between them. As soon as she was able to move, he
would reach for her or pull her to him.
-----
So when he offered her the water this time, she had
expected the same thing to happen. What she didn’t
expect was to have him turn her over to her side and
lie down to her. Pulling her to him, he lined up his
body with her, forming a spooning position, his arm
possessively wound around her chest, his hand
resting just below her breasts; inches away from
sensitive and swollen nipples.
-----
Within minutes, both the ravaged goddess and her
satiated feral were lost in sleep, oblivious to both
the worded and secret plans of their captors and
those around them.
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