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Stormy Passions
AN: This story takes place during the events of Storm #3. This was written with the help of NovelAI. It also contains contains graphic sexual content so consider yourself warned.
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It began with a joyous reunion. Storm arrived in New Orleans with a new lease on life. Having been healed by Dr. Voodoo, she decided to reconnect with her fellow X-Men. As part of the treatment, she could not use her powers for the next seven days. In order to endure, she chose to surround herself with those she loved. Her arrival caught everyone by surprise. Rogue even tried to attack. Instead, she greeting Storm with a powerful hug. Logan arrived right behind her. And Storm greeted him with a simple kiss on the cheek.
It seemed like a minor gesture - an affectionate greeting between two people who shared a deep, often intimate history. But it ended up being the spark that rekindled an old flame.
In the days that followed her arrival, Storm began training with Logan. Without her powers, there was no wind, lightning, or thunder. There was only raw, hand-to-hand combat in the middle of a field under the blistering New Orleans sun. Logan knew her well. She knew him too. She trusted him to be tough on her. In turn, he trusted her to handle everything he threw at her.
"You've gone soft, Logan," Ororo said on the first day.
He responded to that by grabbing her leg on the next attack and pinning her to the ground.
"Yeah. Like feathers," Logan teased while holding her down.
Storm returned the favor later that same day, long after the sun had set. "One good turn deserves another," she told him.
That set the tone for the next several days. From the early morning to late at night, she and Logan fought, sparred, and trained at level expected of experienced X-Men. It was intense. It was tough. Sweat, dirt, bruises, and pain followed every effort. He pushed her more than any man ever could. And Ororo pushed him just as hard, testing his healing factor as much as his focus.
Then, on the fifth day, a storm rolled in. It was not born from Ororo's powers. It manifested through pure nature. At the same time, something else was manifesting between her and Logan. After all the training, sparing, and exertion, something else was brewing between them.
It happened when the storm hit its greatest intensity. Rain poured hard as Logan managed to take her down after countering her latest attack. They had been going at it all afternoon. Neither one of them showed signs of letting up.
"Don't get up, Ororo," Logan told her. "This isn't training anymore. And that's what it'll be from here on out. You know the line. I'm the best there is at what I do."
Where others might have succumbed, Ororo did not. As lightning flashed overhead, she let out an angry cry of determination.
"Aaargh!" she shouted over the rain and thunder. She followed it with an attack, catching Logan off guard and knocking him down. "I always get up. You should know that more than anyone else, Logan."
Their eyes locked. More lightning flashed from the clouds overhead, followed by thunder, wind, and more torrents of rain. In that moment, the intensity of their battle morphed into something else. Still breathing heavily, soaked from the rain, and flushed with the adrenaline of battle, new instincts took over. When the next bolt of lightning flashed overhead, Storm did not attack and neither did Logan.
Instead, they came together in a deep, powerful kiss. The kiss coincided with an equally powerful embrace. And that spark from their reunion suddenly erupted into an onslaught of passion.
Their lips and tongues entwined, the embrace escalated into heavy foreplay. Ororo pressed her body up to his harder, feeling his manly sinews through his wet clothes. Logan hungrily pawed about her feminine curves, grasping at her wet clothes, eager to get them off. Even as the rain fell harder and the wind gusted sharply, she shared his eagerness.
The top part of Logan's uniform was the first to go. Ororo helped peel it off as he trailed his lips down her face, neck, and shoulder. Her athletic bra followed suit, Logan skillfully slipping it off through the pouring rain. He had her half-naked within seconds, exposing her ample breasts to the cold rain. She gasped in anticipation as he kissed his way down her chest. Then, just as his mouth reached her breasts, she grabbed his head and guided him to her nipples.
"Goddess..." she purred as his lips engulfed the fleshy mound.
Her fingers ran through his hair as she arched her back. It felt so good. Logan's hot, eager lips felt so wonderful around her breast. Sharp tingles shot through her, mixing perfectly from the shivers triggered by the pouring rain. She also could feel his hands wander down her body, caressing her flesh and pulling down her pants. Her black panties followed suit, along with her boots and socks.
Ororo's passions outran her thoughts. Here she was, standing before him completely naked and completely exposed. Being out in the middle of nature, a raging storm around them, it sent her into a deep, primal state of being. Few men could appreciate such a mindset. Logan was definitely among them.
Now free of her clothes, Storm pulled Logan off her breasts and into a deep, passionate kiss. The passion between them was still building, she reached for his pants and stripped them off. Logan practically kicked them off, along with his boots and socks. His dirty underwear followed shortly, leaving him just as exposed as she. And even through the darkness and the rain, she could see how aroused he was for her.
"Ro..." said Logan, his voice deep with lust and desire.
Ororo grinned seductively in response, her own desire reflected in the gesture. The X-Men's battle instincts didn't end at the waist. They maintained the kiss, their naked bodies still soaking up the pouring rain, as the two of them drew one another to wet ground under them.
As soon as Logan's back hit the ground, Storm was on him. She straddled his waist and kissed him passionately again. Her hips shifted back, allowing her ample buttocks to grind against his crotch. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Never before had she felt this kind of raw desire for someone. It was fitting that it be Logan, a man she admired, respected, and trusted - as well as a man who appreciated a more primal brand of sex.
She leaned over and kissed him hungrily, letting the rain fall over their bodies. Her breasts fell back against his broad chest and her pussy brushed up against his cock. She could feel his cock throbbing along her folds, her hips already beginning to grind. It was as if her body had taken over, no longer needing her mind to direct it.
"Logan...I want you," she said.
"I'm all yours, darlin'!"
They kept kissing. The rain continued to pour. Logan's hands wandered further, cupping her breasts and kneading her butt. In turn, Ororo reached down and guided his cock into her vagina. With a hard thrust of his hips, Logan filled her to the brim with his thick manhood. The feeling was overwhelming. It felt so hot and hard, stretching her inner muscles and igniting the deepest depths of her womanhood.
"Ooh Goddess!" she gasped, just as a round of thunder echoed in the skies above.
The kiss resumed, the passion escalating even further. Then, in a perfect display of animal instinct, Ororo began moving her hips.
They were really doing this. This was really happening. She and Logan were making love out in the middle of a wet field. It was a raw, yet glorious act - two beings deeply in tune with nature, celebrating this intimate connection.
Together, the two lovers moved in fluid, rhythmic harmony. They didn't need words. Their bodies and the rain provided the right kind of soundtrack. Harder and harder, she rode him, her hips and his pelvis working in a familiar dance. Logan was an aggressive lover. He didn't wait for her to do the work. He took the lead, digging his heels into the wet ground and thrusting his cock into her depths. She let him, enjoying the feeling of a hard man inside her.
As she clung to him, his hands roamed her naked body, exploring her every bit of naked skin. It felt so good, so wonderful, and so perfect.
"Ohhh yes! Yes, Logan! Oh Goddess!" she moaned.
They continued their wild, primal copulation. Their bodies were getting slicker and hotter, a testament to their passion. Ororo rode his cock with more vigor, matching him with each hard thrust. Her inner muscles throbbed. Her heart raced and her breasts heaved. The pleasure was building, but the feeling was more than just physical. A deeper connection manifested through their sex, supplementing every rush of sensation.
The rain came down harder, the wind picked up, and the thunder echoed. The sounds of sex joined them. She heard Logan grunt, a sharp exhalation of air escaping his mouth as he pumped his manhood into her womanhood. She matched his effort, their hips colliding and their bodies meshing.
The two of them continued to move as one. The heat in their bodies increased and the pleasure surged. It was as if the world around them ceased to exist. For this brief moment in time, there was no war, no struggle, no suffering. It was just her, Logan, and their lovemaking.
"Logan! Ooh Logan! Don't stop!" Ororo gasped.
"Hnn...gettin' close!" Logan said firmly.
"Me too! Oohhh me too!"
Her nails dug into his shoulders as the pace intensified. Their rhythm remained focused, their hips working together in perfect harmony. Ororo could feel her lover's balls tense and his shaft throb. Her pussy was growing hot and her thighs tensed, her muscles ready to unleash the full extent of her womanhood.
"Yes! YES! Oohhhh Goddess!" she cried out, the heavens roaring with thunder in perfect sync with her climax.
Ororo let out a shrill cry of ecstasy, her body quaking as her orgasm flowed through her. It felt so incredible, like the rain falling around her, the lightning flashing across the sky, and the thunder echoing over the horizon. It was as if she and nature itself had climaxed.
As the pleasure hit its peak, her lover let out his own blissful growl. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing it tightly as the flood of ecstasy followed. He thrust his cock hard into her depths, streams of his cum bursting forth and flooding her womanhood. It left her with this special, warm feeling inside her. It felt so perfect, so beautiful, and so right.
For a moment, the two lovers were united in ecstasy. The feelings lingered. Logan kept her held in his arms, his hands still roaming her body. His cock remained hard inside her. Their naked skin was drenched from the pouring rain. Still breathing heavily and processing the sensations of their sex, Ororo looked him in the eye. No words were said. None were needed. With a warm smile, she drew him into another deep kiss.
Their passions were still hot. Their bodies still craved more. Still lost in this daze, Ororo was not ready for this feeling to end.
"Logan...take me again," Ororo said, her tone desperate with desire.
"Out here...in the middle of a storm," he said, as if to remind her of their surroundings.
"Yes...out here...in the storm."
She smiled at him, the same smile that had gotten him into her bed before. Logan flashed her a devious grin, one that was both affectionate and animalistic. Without saying a word, he flipped her onto her back and hovered over her. From there, he attacked with a fresh round of heated foreplay. He was an honorable man and a powerful lover. That had always been a turn-on for her. She loved that he could be so strong and passionate. He was not afraid to push her to her limits. He was also not afraid to push her past them.
As she lay on her back, Ororo felt his lips explore her wet skin. He kissed his way down her neck and to her breasts, spending a good deal of time kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples. The feeling was amazing. As he worked, her hands ran through his hair and her thighs parted, giving him more access to her body.
He didn't waste it. He kissed his way down her navel and towards her mound. Then, he slipped his tongue into her pussy. Ororo's eyes shot open and she let out a sharp gasp, her entire body reacting to his every motion.
"Mmm...Logan!" she purred with delight.
Logan continued to explore her vagina with his mouth, kissing and licking her inner thighs, clit, and folds. He was not overly gentle. His every touch was firm, his lips and tongue aggressive in their pursuit of her pleasure. She loved how his face got lost in her wet flesh, as if he wanted nothing more than to taste her.
As she lay in the dirt, her feet digging into the ground and her hands clinging to the wet earth, Logan teased her womanhood with his mouth. He was so thorough and persistent. It made her body hot, her flesh extra-sensitive, and her pussy extra-wet. Her body was ready for more, even after an orgasm.
Logan sensed this and decided to take the next step. As he crawled up her body, she could feel his hands grasp her thighs and his still erect cock brush up against her. That healing factor of his had once again worked wonders, keeping him aroused for more rounds of passion. He flashed her a wolfish grin, then grasped her hips and thrust his dick into her vagina again.
"Ro!" he grunted upon feeling her warmth again.
Their naked bodies started moving, humping, and grinding. The pace was even more intense. They were in no mood for slow, meaningful lovemaking. They wanted hot, primal sex. As soon as his cock was fully inside her, Logan began pounding his hips into hers. His every thrust sent her body into a fit of ecstasy. Her hips rocked back and forth, her legs locked around his waist, and her back arched to absorb every shock.
Ororo felt her feet dig into the wet earth. The feeling was so raw. The storm continued to pour, the wind gusted, and the thunder echoed. It added an element of danger that only amplified her passion. She wanted to have sex with this man. She wanted to celebrate her life with him, out in the middle of a rainy field with her powers not yet restored. It made her feel like an animal and an X-Men.
"Harder, Logan! HARDER!" Ororo yelled.
His pace quickened. His hips bucked harder. His cock drove into her vagina harder. His grunts became louder. Their movements were more fluid, more focused. The sex was so rough, but intense. Logan's face was buried in her shoulder, his mouth sucking her flesh as he fucked her. Ororo clawed his back, her fingernails leaving scratches. In turn, he bit her neck and scratched her breasts. She let out a hiss, a combination of pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense.
It kept building. She and Logan continued to move as one, their bodies joined in this passionate, primal dance. Ororo's moans and Logan's grunts joined the rain and the thunder, creating a symphony of passion. It was almost like a battle. In the end, they would both claim victory.
"Logan!" she cried out once more.
"Ro!" howled Logan.
The feeling came rushing back. As the rain and wind poured down, the pleasure exploded inside them. Ororo felt it first. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth fell open. She let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, the pleasure washing over her in a torrent of euphoria. As she processed the breadth of this feeling, her lover joined her.
He kept thrusting, driving his cock into her until the flood of his cum filled her once more. It was another rush of ecstasy, the blissful heat mixing perfectly with the feeling. She loved the feel of his manhood throbbing inside her - the feel of his hot breath around her neck and face - the feel of his burly form enmeshed with her naked flesh. Out in nature, around the mud, sweat, and dirt, it just felt so right.
They were both left panting, gasping, and heaving as they soaked in the aftermath. The rain and the thunder still fell. They remained entwined, her legs wrapped around his waist and her breasts pressed against his chest. Few words were spoken. None were really necessary. Every kiss, caress, and gesture told them all they needed to know.
Eventually, they would make it back to the guest room. They didn't bother gathering their wet clothes. They didn't even put on any dry clothes once they made it inside - silently agreeing to remain naked as they crawled into bed together, keeping their naked bodies entwined for warmth. That incurred more intimate gestures and acts, but they eventually settled into a restful sleep together.
Logan fell asleep quickly. But Ororo lingered in a drowsy state for a bit longer. At some point, she was going to have to make sense of what just happened between her and Logan. It may end up complicating everything going on in her life at the moment. It may even end up being a mistake down the line. But for now - for this one stormy night - it felt so right.
THE END