Subject: Wolf Rising Part 3 (X-Men)
Date: 2 Oct 1998 23:26:20 GMT
From: ldyraaven@aol.com (LdyRaaven)
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same message as in parts 1 & 2

Gently, Rahne undid the ties of the halter and pulled the front open, revealing
the breasts she had so loved looking at earlier.  The thick brown nipples were
fully erect and sticking far up from the breasts.  Next, she pulled on the
tight shorts and, as Storm lifted up, pulled them off of her.  She was
surprised to see that Storm wore no panties as the sliver fleece of her pussy.
"Oh Ororo, You are so beautiful."
As are you, little wolf," Storm said holding her arms wide open.  Rahne happily
dropped into the embrace and kissed her again.  After several minutes of soft
kissing, Rahne pulled back and looked down at Storm lying underneath her.  Her
small nipples were rubbing back and forth across Ororo's much longer ones.
sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her.  "I want to love you, Storm, but
I dinna kin how to do it too ye."  As her arousal grew, Rahne could feel her
accent becoming more and more intense.
Ororo smiled and ran one hand down Rahne's face to cup her chin.  "Rahne, I
think that you are a naturally sensual person and probably couldn't do anything
having to do with love wrong.  I will not tell you what to do, just let your
instincts be your guide and I am sure that you will be fine."
Rahne nodded and studied the reclining woman for a moment.
She had very little experience to draw upon, but this day had already taught
her many new things and she remembered all the things she had liked done to her
by Storm.  She decided that would be a good place to start.  To make her
efforts easier, Rahne straddled Ororo's prone body.  This had the effect of
pressing her small mound down onto Storm's much fuller one.   The reaction from
both girls was instantaneous.  Storm felt the large nub of Rahne's clit press
down on hers and it immediately set her off into a incredible orgasm, causing
her to arch her body up against the mound of the girl even harder.
Rahne had never before felt anything so wonderful.  The heat coming from Ororo
was incredible and the powerful scent of the woman's orgasm, combined with the
pressure on her own clit, sent her off on her own orgasm.  She fell on top of
Storm and hunched her pussy against the woman's, their hips grinding hard
together.  Low growls came from her throat and she grasped the older woman's
throat in her teeth and gently bit down, twitching her head back and forth.
Storm groaned from the pressure on her neck and pulled Rahne's buttocks down
hard, grinding her hips upward at the same time, relishing the slow fade of the
orgasm.
After several long minutes, Rahne released Storm's neck and pushed herself up
off the woman's body, but still making sure that the pressure against their
pussies was maintained.  "Och, Aye dinna kin that it could be sae wonderful.
Ye are a gran' teacher."
Storm merely smiled up at the young girl.  "I don't think that it is so much
that I am a wonderful teacher as it is that you are so naturally loving and
giving."
" Aye want to do something for ye, Ororo.  I have heard some of the others talk
about it and Aye want to do it for ye."  So saying, Rahne started sliding
slowly down the older woman's body.  Storm, sensing what was coming, could only
groan in anticipation.  Slowly, the young girl moved down her body, her small
pink tongue licking at every inch of flesh.  At the large swelling breasts, she
paused for long minutes, suckling and licking at the soft flesh.  At one point,
Rahne growled deeply and sunk her teeth lightly into the tit flesh.  Storm
gasped in partial pain and pleasure.
Then, still moving very slowly, Rahne continued downward, pausing to spend
several seconds licking at the small indentation made by the navel.  The scent
of Storm's arousal at this range was almost overpowering and she could resist
the urge no longer.  She slipped down so that her head lay between Ororo's legs
and used her small hands to open up the lips of the woman's vagina.  Waves of
sex scent washed over her, bringing even more animalistic groans to her throat.
 She leaned closer and sent her small pink tongue out to run across the surface
of the pussy.
Storm groaned. Never in her life had she been so aroused.
This frail, inexperienced child was giving her more pleasure than she had ever
known.  Harsh shudders of pleasure racked her body as Rahne's tongue ran up her
lips again.  Unable to simply lie back and enjoy the pleasure, she felt she had
to do something in return.  "Rahne, please turn around so that I can do the
same for you."
Understanding what Storm wanted, but hesitant to give up the heat, taste and
smell of where she was, Rahne slowly moved her body around and straddled
Storm's face, never once letting her mouth leave the woman's pussy.  Storm
looked up into the virginal pussy and moaned.  She reached up and pulled the
mound down to where her tongue could reach it.
"Ahhh," Rahne moaned, for the first time, feeling someone's lips on her small
pussy.  Ororo's tongue and lips felt like liquid fire as they ran lightly over
her clit.  For several seconds, she could do nothing but lie there and enjoy
the sensations.  She hunched her pussy against Storm's mouth and growled loudly
as she felt the woman's tongue press against and enter her tight passage.  she
could feel something wonderful building up inside of her, even better than the
other times.  She could sense that it wouldn't be long.  She wanted Storm to
share the feeling, so she pressed her face back between the woman's legs and
began licking her in ernest.  The room was filled with the soft sounds of
licking and groans, punctuated every now and then by growls from Rahne.
When the orgasms came upon them, it did it with a suddenness that shocked
Storm.  She felt Rahne begin to tremble and growl, then suddenly the small
tongue licking at her seemed to grow longer and rougher and shoved itself
straight up her passage.  Unable to hold back, she rocketed to a massive orgasm
and she sensed more than felt Rahne go off with her.  The lights of the room
seemed to dim as it washed over her, but distantly she could hear Rahne
howling, loud and long.
After what seemed like hours, Ororo slowly regained her senses.  Rahne was
curled up on top of her like a small puppy, her red hair tickling the underside
of Storm's chin.  Weakly, she raised up a hand and stroked the hair.  "I think
that we both need some rest, little wolf."  Rahne could only nod and rolled off
to the side, still cupping one of Storm's breasts in her hand.  Ororo smiled
and wrapped one arm around the girl protectively before drifting off to sleep
herself.
Chapter four
The air was bitingly cold. A harsh wind blowing from the north brought with it
the smell of arctic snows.  Storm barely gave it a second thought.  One of the
many benefits of her elemental powers was that extremes in temperature bothered
her not at all.  She stepped out onto the roof of the mansion clad only in a
light shift.  She stood, reveling in the glow of the late sun.  A soft smile
seemed to play across her lips and her dark eyes seemed to shine with an inner
fire that was not borne of reflected sun.  She glanced over her shoulder at the
sleeping girl in the room below and the smile widened.  Her nipples grew hard
again and she could feel her sex growing damp.
"You have the look of someone who is unbearably pleased with herself."  The
sudden intrusion of the voice into her thoughts startled Storm  Turning in the
direction of the sounds, she slipped on the damp shingles and started to tumble
off the slanted roof.  Before she could muster the will to stop her fall, she
felt a pair of very strong arms encircle her and pull her to safety.  She found
herself looking into Jason's eyes, which were twinkling merrily.  For a moment
she felt drawn to those dark pools, sensing something primal in their depths.
Before her exploration could go farther, Jason released her and stepped back.
"And you have the disquieting habit of sneaking up on people at inopportune
times," she said.  She adjusted the shift as best she could, but was very much
aware of the fact that it hid little.
Lissen, sweets.  I don't sneak up on people.  I can't help it if the rest of
the world is deaf as a post."  Jason turned away from Storm and squatted on the
edge of the roof.  His gaze traveled out over the trees and grounds.  "Pretty
place.  A guy could get used to the peace and quiet around her."  When he
spoke, Storm noticed that the characteristic edge in his voice was much softer.
Resisting the urge to push the man over the edge, Storm moved over to stand by
him.  "That would seem like a strange statement coming from someone like you."
Jason cocked his head as if listening to something.  "I can hear a pack of wild
dogs chasing after a deer.  They have the scent of it's blood and ain't gonna
let up until it's dead.  I doubt they are really hungry, prolly just in it for
the thrill of the kill."  Storm was shocked by the emptiness in the man's
voice,  He turned to look at her and she seemed to see an infinite sadness
reflected in his eyes.  "Why does that surprise you, Storm?  Can't a body get
tired of being hunted and hated?  Can't a soldier get tired of war?  I'm old,
Monroe and I've seen more death and suffering than most third world countries.
Maybe I'm just a little tired."
Storm tentatively reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"In a moment of rare calm and camaraderie, your brother once said something
very similar to me.  He told me that he had found a rare peace and friendship
when he joined the X-men.  Perhaps it is time for you to find the same thing?"
Jason was about to reply when there was a massive explosion from downstairs.
Clouds of smoke and fire erupted from the building as thousands of shards of
glass were flung from shattered windows.  Before Storm could even react, Jason
was over the side of the building and climbing down a tree.  "Get the girl to
safety and then see what you can do about the fires.  I'll try and find the
others," he said, having already reached the base of the tree.  Before she
could even begin to reply, he was racing towards the burning building.  She was
amazed that anyone could move so quickly.
Rahne's frightened screams brought her out of her reverie.
Flames were already beginning to lick at the floor boards of the attic and the
poor girl was curled up in a far corner.  Her youth, combined with the animal's
almost primal fear of fire, had made her helpless.  With a thought, Storm's
powers warped nature and dark storm clouds gathered immediately overhead.
Torrents of water came crashing down, drenching the building.  In total
defiance of nature, rain slanted in all directions at once, pouring through
broken windows and cracked walls.  Several feet of rain fell in a matter of
seconds.  The fire, no matter how fiercely it burned, could not resist the
torrential onslaught.  Within minutes, the raging inferno had been reduced to
smoldering ashes and coals.
Another thought sent a small whirlwind down to scoop up the almost comatose
girl and carried them both to the ground, well away from the mansion.  Storm
abated the rainstorm and kneeled to check on the girl.  Rahne's breath was
coming in ragged pants and her eyes seemed to focus on some point very far
away.  Storm wrapped her arms around the shivering girl and pulled her close.
"Easy, little wolf.  You're safe now," she whispered consolingly.  After
several minutes of holding her, Storm felt the child relax and slump in her
arms.  She checked her pulse and found that it was strong.  "Hmm, perhaps it is
for the best that you are not awake right now."
Just then, one of the collapsed walls shuddered and slid aside.
A blackened figure stumbled out of the still smoking wreckage carrying an
object wrapped in several blankets.  Storm quickly rose and hurried to help,
but stopped when she saw the horrible burns that covered every inch of the
figure.  All hair was gone and the skin was charred to the point of flaking off
in all areas.  The fingers that clutched the blanket were burned so badly that
bone showed through in several places.  She got her revulsion under control and
moved forward again.  As she approached, the figure stumbled and almost fell.
It barely managed to right itself at the last second and continued moving
forward.  Storm felt faint as she realized that the figure was Jason.  "Wanna
grab her before I collapse on top of her?"  The voice was barely audible and
seemed to whisper past ruined lips.  Fighting to remain in control of her
emotions, Storm gently took the bundle from his arms.  It was surprisingly
light.
Released of his burden, Jason simply collapsed to the ground like a marionette
with it's strings cut..  With a relieved sigh, he let the darkness claim him.
Storm carefully sat her burden down and unwrapped it.  She was only partly
surprised to see Kitty Pryde inside.  Concerned at the child's stillness, she
reached down to take a pulse.  She gasped when her hand passed completely
through the girl's arm.  She realized that Kitty must have phased just as the
explosion happened, which had probably been what saved the girl from being
horribly burned.  Thinking of burns brought her mind back to Jason and she
turned to see how he was doing.  What she saw made her gasp in wonder.
The badly burned body was healing.  healing faster than anything she had ever
seen before, even with Wolverine.  Before her eyes, charred skin sloughed away
to reveal pink healthy skin underneath.  Pitted areas of flesh filled in,
covering over the glaring white of bone.  Bare scorched scalp healed and thick
hair started growing in.  Within minutes, all traces of the fire were gone from
his body.
Racking coughs from behind her drew her attention back to Kitty.
She turned and eased the now solid girl into a sitting position.  "Easy,
Kitten.  You have had quite a shock," she said, stroking the young girl's hair
gently.
For several seconds, Kitty didn't say anything or even seem to be aware of her
surroundings.  Finally, her eyes seemed to focus on Storm and she hugged her
tightly.  "Oh Ororo, it was horrible!"
Storm hugged the child back fiercely and whispered, "Easy, Kitten.  What
happened?"
"At's a question I'd like answered myself," his voice was harsh and rough, but
Jason managed to push himself into a sitting position.
"Be careful, Jason.  You should not exert yourself so soon after such a
horrible injury," Storm said.
Jason moved his head back and forth a few times and rubbed his hands over the
newly grown skin.  "So much for my tan," he muttered.  Don't worry, Sweets.
I've healed back from far worse than this before.  What I want to know now is
what the hell happened in there?"
Kitty made a visible effort to get her emotions under control and started
speaking.  "We were all just kinda sitting around the assembly room.  We talked
about the stunts that Jason had pulled in the Danger Room.  I was rubbing
Peter's back and everyone was joking and happy.  Then there was this high
pitched whine and a really bright light.  I guess I instinctively phased.  When
I could see again, everyone was just sorta standing around in shock and there
was this...box sitting on the table.  I guess it was a bomb, because there was
this really big explosion and everyone just blew up."  Now her voice began to
crack again.  "I saw them all die.  Then the next thing I knew, I was out here
with you all."
"Jason saved your life, though I am not quite sure how.  In your phased
condition, it should have been impossible for him to even move you," Storm
said.
Jason climbed to his feet and started stretching.  "Easy when you know how.
When the kid goes ghost, her body has the consistency of smoke.  I took a bunch
of thick blankets and wrapped her up in them like I was trying to surround a
smoke cloud.  You can do it if you're careful.  Then I eased the blanket out
and her body just followed.  It was tricky.  if I had moved too fast, she had
slipped right through the blankets and me.  That's the reason I took so long
getting out."
"Amazing, but at least you managed to save one X-man from dying," Storm said.
Jason stopped stretching and frowned.  "Don't break the mourning cloths yet.
No one's died here."
Kitty, now in complete control of herself again, frowned. "What are you talking
about?  I saw them all die."
Jason shook his head.  "You saw something get blown up, but it wasn't the
X-men," he said, tapping his nose.  "Human flesh has a very distinctive odor
when it's burning.  Whatever burned up in that room smelled like plastics and
metals.  I bet that when we check the wreckage, we'll find that those 'X-men'
were some sort of mechanical."
Rahne, now recovered, moved over to join the conversation.  "Then the others
could still be alive?"
"Possible, but it's gonna be hard to find them.  Sounds like someone pulled a
bait and switch, teleporting out the real ones and leaving behind fakes and a
witness to make sure everyone believed they were dead."
"So what are we going to do?  We just can't leave them in the hands of whoever
took them.  They've got Peter and your brother," Kitty yelled.  Rahne began to
cry and even Storm looked about ready to break into tears.
"Christ, this is why I don't work with teams anymore," Jason thought to
himself.  Out loud, he said, "First thing we do is get everyone into some
warmer clothes and find out just how much damage was done to the place.  The
mansion seems like a total loss, but I assume there are other levels besides
the main one?"
"Yes, the medical center and hanger area should be relatively unscathed and we
can pick up the clothes and equipment we will need from those areas."  With a
clear course ahead of her, Storm felt some of her confidence returning.  "We
can access them through the emergency hatches in the forest."
Jason nodded.  "Good, you three go to work on that.  I'm gonna scout the area
and poke through the wreckage and see what I can find.  We'll meet in the
hanger in an hour," he said, then looked down at his nude form.  "Hmm, better
do something about this."  The three girls watched in amazement as a crackling
black field of energy enveloped the man.  It shimmered and seemed to grow
solid, forming a definite pattern.  As the energy glow faded, Jason stood
wearing a skin tight black costume with long white gloves and high, metallic
white boots.  A white belt with multiple pouches circled his waist and a black
face mask covered the upper part of his head, leaving the top and bottom of his
face open.  A small, white, stylized wolf's head was emblazoned over his right
breast.
"Astounding, "Storm said.  Kitty and Rahne simply looked on in amazement.
Jason grinned. "Yeah, it's amazing what you pick up when you help out some
aliens.  Okay, show's over.  You girls get going and I will meet you as soon as
I can."  Without waiting for an answer, he raced off towards the woods.
All three watched him go with something akin to amazement.
Finally, Rahne spoke up.  "Storm, he's nae ever been to the hanger or the
medical center.  How can he find us?"
Still looking after the fast fading form of the man, Storm smiled.  "Somehow,
Little Wolf, I don't think that will be a problem."