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 3

Wagner rose to his feet again, still hard, deciding he could begin seeing to his own relief now. Stripping off his boxers, he presented his aching need to her upturned, blindfolded face where she knelt in front of him, running the velvet-soft, steel-hard shaft across her forehead, her cheeks. She opened her mouth, and he again slid inside. As she had earlier in the cab, Amanda worked on his straining manhood orally and manually, knowing exactly the kinds of kisses and bites and sucks and pinches and strokes he liked best, while he stared down at her upturned, blindfolded face in his usual reverent awe that she was actually with him. He usually preferred to see her beautiful sea-mist eyes, but one couldn't have everything, and he knew the temporary loss of sight would merely heighten her other senses. Meanwhile, he could still feast his own eyes on all that voluptuous white flesh -- mottled a bright pink now in several places from her just-past orgasms -- and the thick reddish blonde hair so beautifully highlighted by the dancing candlelight.

Amanda knelt there, in darkness from her vantage point, her world filled with the faint rhythm of heavy gasping breaths, the musky scent of their mutual arousal, the taste of his salty sweat and the feel of his hot-velvet flesh in her mouth.

Kurt was in no danger of coming for a long time yet, after the spell she'd cast, but he was certainly *wanting* to come. He just enjoyed the sensation for a while, but then decided to see if more exotic stimulation could overwhelm the magical constraint laid on him. He shivered at the feeling of cool air wafting across his heated need as he withdrew from her pursed lips with an audible 'pop', and left her just kneeling there in a sensual void for several minutes.

Before she made up her mind to take off the blindfold and get up to go look for him, Wagner returned with a soft rustle of fabric, and laid a cushion on the floor behind her, then urged her back onto the carpet, laying on her back on the cushion. He straddled her, and felt her shiver as his shaft brushed between her legs and then slid across her stomach, finally coming to rest between her large, billowing breasts. She knew what he wanted, and her hands came up to either side of her breasts, pushing them together after Kurt had slid his manhood into the valley between the two mounds. As she kept up the supporting pressure, he began slowly rubbing himself back and forth, between the soft pillows of flesh, enjoying the delicate sensation and the sight of her blindfolded face just a few inches away from his shaft thrusting between her cleavage, while his tail tickled and teased at the hidden opening between her legs.

"First französisch, now spanisch... will we try it englisch-style tonight too, mein Blauschnauzelein?"

"I do not think you have done anything to deserve a spanking just now, mein Liebling -- and most certainly *never* any more than that..."

After a few minutes of exotic stimulation, Nightcrawler abruptly stood up, then grasped his lady's hands and urged her up onto her feet also. Carefully leading the still-blindfolded Amanda to the nearest nice, convenient, unblocked-by-furniture wall, Kurt turned her and placed her flat against it. Then he pressed his body up against hers, his fully-erect manhood pointing straight up and trapped tightly against her belly, her soft voluptuous breasts squashed against his hard-muscled chest, pinning her head to the wall gently while his mouth covered hers with fierce kisses. His thick- fingered hands initially held her face in place as he kissed her, then -- after lips and tongue were fully engaged -- slid down to squeeze between their bodies to caress her breasts, then moved lower down, to feel the hot, waiting wetness there.

Removing his hand, he grasped her seductively-flaring hips, wrapped his tail around her waist and lifted a little -- and then, with just a little more contorted effort, finally slid his shaft inside her. Amanda couldn't hold back a little, unladylike grunt as her lover filled her and began slowly driving into her right there, up against the wall. But she immediately began moving with him, making most delighted noises as the hard wall against her back provided more support than any soft mattress could, and allowed his thrusts to drive even deeper than usual.

After a few minutes of this, Nightcrawler tightened his grip, his hands sinking deeper into her soft, fleshy rear cheeks, his tail winding tighter around her hourglass waist, and lifted Amanda up bodily, his shaft still buried to the hilt within her. "Kurt!" she squealed in surprise, then went out in mock outrage, "I don't care how soft this carpet is, if you drop me on my butt you'll find out some other spells I know that won't add too much to the romance of the evening..." To help support her own weight, the blonde sorceress clenched her own arms around his shoulders, burying her face into the soft blue fuzz covering the warm hollow in his neck, and wrapped her legs around his hips as her swaggering, staggering lover awkwardly moved them over toward the couch, almost stumbling for a moment -- Wagner was far stronger than his gymnast's figure would suggest, but she wasn't an anorexic stick of a modern cover-girl model either.

"I would not be so careless with such a precious burden, my lady..." Finally reaching the sitting room settee with its plump, inviting pillows, he lay her down on her back and began driving into her in earnest, sliding in and out, fast and hard. "So eng, so heiß, so wundervoll, Liebling..." he murmured in time with his thrusts.

He kept stroking, and chanting assorted compliments and endearments, while realizing that Amanda's spell had some unanticipated drawbacks as well as its undoubted advantages. *She* was free to enjoy, and benefit from, his attentions, but *he* was starting to believe he was in serious danger of expiring from terminal frustration. Before now, Wagner could not have imagined anyone could be as aroused and ready as he now had been for some considerable time without succumbing to the blessings of physical release.

Deciding to change position again, hoping to find one that would at last let him climax, Kurt drew back. Ignoring Amanda's loud and fervid protests at the sudden and unexpected lack of stimulation, he pulled her upright, grasped her around the waist firmly and turned her around to face the couch. His hands pushed down on her shoulders to bend her over the back while his feet prodded her legs apart.

Once he had her arranged in the new position he'd wanted, he entered her again -- this time from behind, doggy style. As he thrust, his hands slid along her heaving, sweat-soaked ribcage to grasp large, voluptuous breasts, fingers tweaking her hard, engorged nipples in time with his thrusts. Two fast thrusts, and then a slow one -- a uneven but repetitive rhythm -- and her back arched as her own body thrust back to anticipate his strokes, her breasts shaking as her body rocked under his, Kurt's mouth on the side of her neck, growling and nipping at her with sharp fangs until she contorted around so that their lips could meet, and lock. Wagner kept thrusting -- fast fast, slow -- relentlessly, pistoning his hips and varying his angle slightly on each stroke until Amanda came again, crying out so loudly he briefly wondered if their teammates back on Muir could hear her.

He continued riding her for a few minutes, and then disengaged again, still hard... and even more frustrated. Whenever she climaxed she relaxed -- not too surprisingly -- and her limp, flaccid, sated body made it that much harder for him to achieve his own release.

This time, Nightcrawler perched on the couch seat in a characteristic gargoyle-like pose -- which left his tail plenty of space to maneuver -- and tugged his girlfriend up and onto his lap. Blindfolded and more than a bit dizzied by her last climax, Amanda couldn't anticipate exactly what her lover was going to guide her into next. However, she felt his stiff sex jabbing at her just as he muttered hoarsely, "Auf, meine Leibste, auf ein Neues..."

"Once more unto the breach indeed," she giggled, but didn't need any further instruction or any further assistance to curl her long shapely legs around his waist and lock her ankles together behind his back, just above that spot where his tail started. As she slid downward into his arms and his lap, the voluptuous strawberry blonde slowly impaled herself upon his shaft again, then she slid up and down on his erection as Wagner's strong, three-fingered hands grasped her buttocks to lift her slightly so he was almost fully withdrawn and then let her settle back down onto him, over and over. The hold he kept on her rear cheeks pulled them apart slightly, allowing his tail to glide along the widened crease, and prod at the hidden opening within. "Ahh... mein liebes Doppelschwänzchen..."

As the sorceress came for the fourth time at the double stimulation, front and rear, Kurt felt Amanda's spell finally failing under his own continuous, relentless, exquisite simulation. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with a loud groan of relief came himself for the second time that evening.

They were both gasping, hard, as they finally slowed to a stop. His shaft was still inside her, still semi-hard but softening now, as his tail slipped out of her rear to twine around her waist, while her legs slid downward. They still had their arms around each other tightly as they fell back onto the couch.

His normally sleek fur matted and musky with perspiration, Kurt took a long, shuddering breath where he had his face buried in the hollow in her neck and hugged his lady even closer, hearing Amanda moan as her highly sensitized nipples pressed even more snugly against the damp blue fuzz covering his chest. As she struggled to catch her own breath, he straightened up slightly, raising one hand to tilt her head up so he could kiss her face gently, as he finally peeled away the black silk blindfold from her sweat-soaked face to reveal his girlfriend's lovely eyes again, pupils now dilated to almost engulf the circumscribing verdant irises after so long in the dark, lids heavy and drooping with passion well sated. "Ich liebe dich..." He kissed each eyelid tenderly, forcing her to close them again briefly, and then just held her close for a long period... almost dozing, but not quite.

Continued in Part 4...