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 4
As they rested, the heat of exertion and arousal no longer balanced the slowly increasing chill in the room, and they cuddled closer together where they still lounged on the plump, inviting couch in their suite's sitting room. Neither one wanted to move just at the moment, even to get up to move to the bed; Amanda just pressed in closer into Kurt's snug, warm fur, luxuriating in his warmth where she still half-sat, half-lay in his lap, her legs wrapped around his back, his tail wrapped around her back.
"So," a very satisfied sorceress murmured into her lover's neck, "was getting away from Muir a good idea or not? What are we planning for tomorrow? You want to try that spell again? Or have we exhausted all the possibilities of London already, and you want to rush back to those endless 'responsibilities' of yours?"
"I think the others can survive without us a while longer." Wagner nipped at her shoulder lightly with sharp canines. "Although I insist we carry on without your magical version of Viagra -- I am not sure I could survive another bout of that arousal spell. However, I am not entirely without resources and desires of my own, and I *do* have some other things in mind to do with that blindfold... and its siblings... involving you tied up with scarves, spread-eagled on that big bed. We have not tried out the shower yet, or the tub next to it, and I assume *you* have some additional ideas of your own also -- besides our recent attempt to confirm your historical researches, I mean?"
The lush blonde leaned in closer, to whisper into one pointy blue ear, "I *do* have one idea right now, Kurt... The night's still young, and there's nowhere we have to be early tomorrow -- no team meetings, no workouts, no arguing whose turn it is to cook or clean or do laundry..."
White fangs glinted against mignight blue in a delighted grin. "You are quite correct, meine Liebling..."
"I usually am, mein Schatz -- you should know that by now."
They spent another few minutes just snuggling again, Nightcrawler enjoying her silky smooth skin as his hands gently rubbed all over her back, his partner revelling in his silky smooth fur as she curled up around him. Kurt's tail twined around one of her legs absentmindedly, then slid away to glide over her buttocks and lower thighs teasingly, before returning to its former hold.
But Amanda was still in a playful mood herself. As they sat there in the warm afterglow, she pulled back slightly to sit against his shoulder and slid one trim, neatly-manicured foot around until it was gently, lazily rubbing over his limp shaft, while her target watched her agile white limb highlighted by the scarlet nail-polish that Kurt himself had spent a lot of time applying three coats of earlier that week gliding over his own vivid rich blue fur and flesh.
No esoteric magic this time, just the familiar magic of skin on skin; energized not by 'supra-natural' incantation, but by ordinary human emotion. It could be taken as *her* absentminded 'thank you' -- or as a subtle invitation to further play; she left that up to her currently sated lover. Her impromptu foot-job evidently had results, though -- or her earlier spell had not yet fully disspiated. Whichever the case, tender flesh twitched and jumped at her teasing touch as her lover quite noticeably started to stiffen again. Her elegant hands tracing little patterns as she ruffled matching, well-manicured nails through the sweat-matted fur on his chest just added to the temptation.
Wagner stood up abruptly, reaching down to grasp his smugly smiling girlfriend's hands to pull her up to her feet also. Aroused -- but not frantically so, after having come twice already that night (or, at least not *yet* frantically so) -- he felt in no particular hurry. Standing face to face, both still naked, he kissed Amanda again -- on the forehead, on her still-closed eyes, then down her cheek until their lips met and clung for a deliciously long moment, as did the rest of their bodies.
Then with a mischievous grin, Kurt put her blindfold in place again. "Ja, ganz recht, meine Schöne, the night *is* still quite young..." His tail had grabbed the swath of black silk from the floor while he was getting Amanda back on her feet. Standing in front of his curious but co-operative leman he gently grasped each lush, erect nipple with the thumb and forefinger of a hand. "Come with me, Weib." Then, after pausing to grap up two nearby candles in loops of his tail, he started walking backward, still pinching her nipples lightly, tugging Amanda along, leading her by the breasts (carefully since she was blindfolded) into the bathroom. He put the toilet seat down quickly -- irrationally glad that she *was* blindfolded, so he wouldn't have to listen to the automatic lecture about his typical male inconsiderateness in always leaving it up despite her *repeated* requests -- and guided her down to sit on the toilet seat while he set the candles on the sink counter.
Sitting down on the rim of the tub, he began to run the bathwater, swishing the water with his tail to make sure it was warm but not too hot, softly crooning the old popular song In Hamburg sind die Nachte lang, substituting 'London' for 'Hamburg' and making other appropriate changes as they occurred to him.
As the tub filled slowly, he looked over at the lovely form of his silent companion -- and his lips twitched in an involuntary grin. Naked and blindfolded, Amanda sat primly on the toilet seat, legs together, hands folded in her lap as if attending the most formal occasion. He couldn't see her sea-green eyes, of course, but he knew that they were crinkled up with humor. Wagner knew that he often took his self-imposed role as the gallant swash-buckler and romantic lover -- the modern-day Errol Flynn -- a bit too seriously. His longtime girlfriend grounded him, the merest twitch of her own lush lips reminding him to laugh at himself... not the brittle laughter of bravado covering up the buried pain at his demonic appearance, but the hearty, earthy laughter of complete acceptance of his exterior and interior both.
His foster sister, girlfriend, lover -- his *humanity* -- sat there patiently, leaning back against the cool porcelain, nude, blindfolded, awaiting whatever he'd come up with next with smugly hidden anticipation. She was usually more than happy to let him run their time together -- he was always both considerate and creative (not to mention furry and cuddly -- there was a lot to be said for an adult, anatomically correct and fully functioning teddy bear).
The air was still a little chilly, and every once in a while some drops would splash from the filling tub to land on the twosome in the bathroom. That was no problem for the blue-furred master of ceremonies, of course, but his companion had to work to stay still. Nightcrawler's eyes, so perfectly adapted for seeing in the dim light, saw them as a twinkling sprinkle of tiny diamonds highlighting her pale flesh -- and the equally tiny goosebumps popping up as the fan's breeze on her damp skin made her shiver a little.
Just watching Amanda's tiny movements as she sat there so sedately -- and so enticingly naked -- was enough to re-awaken her lover's sated manhood. Wagner decided he could keep entertaining her (and entertaining himself with her) until sunrise... at least. Then they'd both probably need a good lazy until-mid-afternoon Sunday sleep, followed by room service -- involving chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and other such dual-use foodstuffs -- and another prolonged frolic. Kurt smiled to himself -- he was beginning to realize he might have more in common with Wisdom than either of them would ever admit. Obnoxious though the man might be, the crass Londoner certainly kept his priorities straight about the truly important things in life.
Golden eyes gleaming bright, Nightcrawler leaned over closer to the strawberry-blonde sorceress and whispered into her ear, "This has been wonderful so far. But the best is yet to come." He saw his ladylove shiver again, a tiny quiver of anticipation this time, and smiled to himself, a brief flash of white fangs against midnight-blue fur, as he waggled a finger at her (even though she couldn't see) and growled mock menacingly, "But no more sex spells, Liebchen... except for your own personal magic."
While they waited for the tub to fill, Kurt turned back to the bath, to fiddle with the boxes and jars of bath powders and bath oils arranged neatly along one side, trying to decide which scent to select for their bubble bath. Meanwhile, his tail snaked out to caress his lover's thighs, slipping beneath the neatly folded hands in her lap to nudge at the matted curls at their junction. The target of that most unorthodox amorous approach sighed, and bit her lip, and tried to keep still and not squirm -- her world dark behind the blindfold, narrowed down to the sound of the water and the bathroom fan going, the scent of the bath crystals mingling with the odor of their mutual arousal, and the silky caress of feather-light, velvety-soft blue fuzz stroking her already sensitized core.
Once the bath was ready, he helped her up and into the oversized tub solicitously, enjoying Amanda's wordless murmur of sensual appreciation as she sank down into the warm, scented, bubble bath. She stretched out luxuriously, then her hand reached out to grope for him blindly. "Aren't you coming in to join me, lover?" she purred huskily.
"Aber gewiss doch, mein Liebling. Wie könnte ich solch einer Einladung widerstehen?" He caught her outstretched hand and pressed a kiss onto it. "Just as soon as I fetch us some champagne and some glasses -- much as it pains me to leave you for even a moment, I believe we will find the temporary deprivation a reasonable price to pay for the refreshments."
He headed back for the small bar in the sitting room, this time happily humming a song sung by Gustaf Gründgens in one of his favorite 1940s movies, Tanz auf dem Vulkan --
It was about 2am now. The next 5 hours before sunrise were going to be fun....
This story was inspired by another erotic story I came across a while back on the web (which I didn't keep a copy of so I can't thank the author), called "Sub Enchanted Evening." Several of its plot elements (especially the panties and the icecube) struck me as very much in character for Kurt and Amanda. So that's what this started from...