WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 2

And now they were finally back in the comfort and privacy of their cozy Chelsea hotel suite, Amanda standing barefoot in the middle of the sitting room in very little but her slinky black dress. Image inducer discarded, her blue-furred, demonic-looking boyfriend crouched down beside her, his hands up under her skirt, tracing teasingly around her carefully trimmed bush, but not actually venturing to touch her innermost areas yet, even though she was already hot and wet there. The long evening of mental and physical foreplay had gotten her quite worked up too, as he well knew.

It had taken her only a moment after their return to cast the spell she'd told him about, and Wagner had to admit it had worked like the proverbial charm. He was as hard and needy as if he'd been celibate for months, even though they'd actually probably had quite as much intimate interaction as Kitty and Wisdom during that time period, most recently such a very short time ago -- although Kurt was too much the gentleman to parade his more erotic romantic prowess before his teammates and friends.

Bending, he grasped her ankles and forced her stance a little wider apart. Then, standing behind her, he took her bare arms and held them above her head. Freed from its long captivity within his trouser leg when he'd removed his lower clothing for comfort right after the success of Amanda's latest magical effort, his lithe, limber tail stretched up to wrap around both her wrists and hold her in that position, while he unzipped her dress, and then pulled it above her. Releasing her hands, he lifted the bunched ebony silk higher until it cleared her arms -- and she stood there, her black lacy bra still on, highlighting the rest of her pale bare flesh gleaming soft and lovely in the candlelight, wearing nothing else but her earrings. He was almost impatient enough to throw the dress carelessly on the sofa, but, instead, remembered his manners and his preferred style, and went over to the old but well-preserved armoire in the bedroom and got a hanger and hung it up neatly, then did the same with the slacks and shirt he'd just discarded a moment earlier as Amanda laughed, "So, is that a new image you're working on -- Kurti the Hausman instead of Kurt the swashbuckler?"

Wagner returned to the sitting room to find his girlfriend still standing in almost the exact same position, stretching exaggeratedly with her hands held above her head as if in a holdup -- which position she knew quite well pulled up and displayed her generous bosom in a very fetching manner. "I know you're well trained, Kurt, but I wouldn't have thought picking up would be uppermost on your mind right at this moment," she laughed teasingly at his finicky housekeeping, eyeing the bulge straining the thin fabric of his crimson paisley silk boxers and the blue flesh edging through the opening.

"You know I do not like to be rushed, mein Engelein," he growled throatily. Running his hands along her arms, Kurt gently urged them downward, to her sides again. Then he brought them back around behind her, until she was standing at parade rest, almost military style -- although not *quite* at full attention, as his own body was. Enjoying how her arms behind her back thrust her impressive chest forward, he kept her hands there with his tail looped loosely around her wrists while he continued his more traditional caresses, running his hands along her back, loving the feel of the trim muscles hidden under the soft flesh. He kneaded her graceful shoulders and neck gently, where she was often a little tense, "Dein Nacken ist etwas verspannt, Amandalein. Komm', ich helf' dir..."

Once he'd felt her relaxing under his firm grasp, he bent to kiss the bend where neck and shoulder merged together, then moved back around to her front, to grasp her luxurious breasts spilling out of the sexy bra. He could feel her erect nipples through the lacy black silk. He reached behind and undid the fastening and slipped it off, then his hands moved back around to cup her now-exposed breasts, rubbing them gently, circling around, ending up with thumb and forefinger on each nipple, which he tweaked gently, making Amanda moan. Still grasping one breast, he lowered his mouth to the next, running his mouth in slowly narrowing circles until he had the nipple captured in his lips.

The voluptuous strawberry blonde arched her back, thrusting her ample breasts forward even more, and her lover could tell she was having a hard time standing still. But she kept her hands clasped behind her, even when his tail uncoiled and slipped away, letting him feast on her however he wanted, while he slid downward slowly, running his tongue down between her breasts, tracing a line across her smooth tummy, down to the carefully maintained, short thatch of hair below. Again Kurt played with her, the tip of his tail tickling her navel while his mouth circled her inner thighs-- but not yet venturing into the folds tucked away there or touching the small bundle of nerves within.

Then he moved around to stand behind her, and bent down again. Amanda knew from long experience how much Kurt loved that odd spot, the little fold where the gloriously rounded buttock ended and the curvaceous leg began. She bent forward slightly, and he took prompt advantage of her new position to run his wet, hot tongue into and along that crease on one side, his soft-furred tail sliding along the same joint on her other side, then switching over. After she'd started squirming enough for her rear to bump him in the nose a few times -- hard -- Wagner stood back up, running his eager mouth up her backbone while his hands gently tugged her upright. He moved around and away again until he could see his lady's face, and her eyes were shining... her whole body almost glowing, quivering in place, and moaning softly as his mouth roamed freely across the front of her body.

He loved looking into her eyes, their misty green shifting all the way from blue to hazel as her moods changed -- although Amanda was now increasingly closing them as the passion welled up higher and higher inside her -- but what he had in mind next would unfortunately require those lovely eyes to be out of view for awhile. Kurt walked back to the bedroom, and returned in a few minutes with an impromptu blindfold, a folded-over silk scarf which he wrapped snugly over her upper face, taking extra care not to catch any of her spectacular hair in the knot he tied in the fabric. Now her world was darkness, spiced up by sounds and smells and touches and tastes. Suddenly she realized it was a tiny bit chilly in their suite, and she shivered slightly, standing naked and blindfolded, nipples already hard from arousal as much as from cold.

Leaving her there in the middle of the room with a soft, "Warte, Liebling, nur einen Augenblick," Kurt went over to where he'd hung his jacket, and retrieved her black lace panties from the sidepocket where they had been all evening. Winding the material around his thick, blunt fingers as he came back to her again, he began brushing her nipples with it. The silky part and the rougher part with the lace pattern caused a light, tickling, titillating sensation on her nipples, making Amanda moan softly. After several long minutes, he slowly shifted his tantalizing attentions lower on her body, until he was rubbing the panty material between her legs, chuckling as she wordlessly spread her thighs wider apart to give him better access to her entrance. The novelty of it not being her lover's fingers and flesh and fur but instead the material of her panties used to stimulate her was working Amanda up rapidly -- as if she hadn't already been primed enough.

Leaving her panting and writhing in need, Wagner again moved away, and as her breathing quieted she could hear the door to the tiny built-in fridge slam, drawers open and close, silverware clinking, etc. Then his footsteps returned, and she heard him set some things down on the table.

She was straining her hearing, trying to pin down the assorted small sounds, then jumped slightly when a wineglass was held against her lips. "Drink?" Realizing her mouth was dry and parched all of a sudden, Amanda took a sip of wine, gratefully -- just a sip, she figured she'd probably really had more than enough wine and champagne already, and might need a clear head for the rest of their evening. She heard a clink on the coffeetable as he put the wineglass aside and then, after a pause, she practically leapt up when she felt a burning on her forehead. "Kurt!!"

"Sshhh... Entspanne dich, meine Liebe, und geniess' es..." Her racing heartbeat slowed gradually when she realized after an endless moment that it was just an icecube he was running down her face before offering it to her mouth. Amanda opened her lips at his fingers' urging and felt its shape -- big and square. Kurt pulled it back again and ran it down her chin, her neck, until the slowly melting block slid between her breasts. He annointed each nipple with it, and then slowly ran it down her belly, leaving a little wet line along the same path his mouth had travelled earlier. He kept sliding it down, again teasing around her lower lips.

Amanda gasped and squirmed as her muscles tightened. She reached down to grab her teasing lover's hand and push it where she wanted it, but his tail came up and around to wind around her wrist firmly and tug her hand back behind her. Meanwhile Wagner kept up his routine, now running the noticeably-smaller ice cube down her legs and back up, moving ever closer in to her center. He teased around the swollen nether lips, and then slid his impromptu sextoy in partway, moving it around within. The cube had melted quite a bit by now, the edges rounded and slick.

As her involuntary movements became more frantic, her lover slid his tail from her wrist to her waist while he snaked one furred arm beneath her buttocks to hold her firmly in place. Released, her hands came around to grip his shoulders, tightly, while his other hand continued working the rapidly shrinking sliver within his increasingly frantic and more vocal lady, who'd started moaning loudly, and muttering words and mixing languages a little incoherently -- "oh, yes" and "mehr" and "oh, god" and "bitte" a lot, biting her lip. Nightcrawler had simply expected to tease her this way for a while, and then move on to more 'serious' lovemaking, but Amanda suddenly cried out loudly and fell to the carpet on her knees as her legs buckled from a powerful orgasm.

Her self-impressed lover sank down onto his own knees next to her, continuing to work her with the ice cube which was quickly disappearing with her inner heat. When just a sliver remained, he pulled it out and popped it into her mouth, then took her face in his hands, kissed her lips, parted them, and slid the soaking ice cube remnant deeper into her mouth with his tongue. She took it in greedily and sucked on it for a quick second, then crunched it between her teeth... and it was gone.

"Sorry, Kurt," Amanda gasped then, "I just couldn't stay standing."

"Shhhhhh," he intoned mock-solemnly. He moved lower, his mouth and hands pausing to play with her breasts on the way down, and then he spread her knees wider, and his tongue moved to where the ice cube had been so recently. He grasped her ass cheeks as he dined on her, his long tongue dancing over and into her folds, his tail reaching up to tease and tickle big, rock-hard, engorged nipples. In very short order she was coming again, kneeling there gasping, sweating despite the slight chill. Kurt wondered if he should turn up the heat a little -- he had a hard time judging, since his sleek blue fur usually kept him more than warm enough, and now Amanda's last spell was certainly adding to his overall fevered state -- but decided the contrast of coolness and warmth playing over her bare skin would just add to her overall stimulation.

Continued in Part 3...