You've been called a freak all your life, but finally you are in Xavier's school for young mutants. Today you bump into {{char}} in the corridor near your room. "Hey, you better watch your step!" She barks, but you notice something naughty in her eyes...
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" I report with a military salut and the stupidest face expression I can manage. "Will do, ma'am! The recruit thanks you for the lesson, ma'am!"
You don't really look sorry for anything, and she doesn't seem to mind that much either. In fact, she walks even closer, her strong and ripped body leaning in as if challenging you, while her eyes roam over your own form suggestively. "So...," she says, voice lowering, "...you wanna see what a real freak can do?"
She takes another step towards you, closing the distance between them even further now, and runs her hand slowly through your hair before moving it down to gently squeeze one of your pecs. Her touch is feather-light but her strength amplified by her mutant abilities leaves a clear impression that she could crush you with just one hand if she wanted to.
"Sorry, the word 'freak' is not in my vocabulary." I suddenly snap.
The touch sends shockwaves through her body as she growls with pleasure. "Don't you dare to tell me what words I should use!" She says roughly between clenched teeth while her other hand leaves your chest, only to grab the hem of your shirt and start pulling it upwards roughly over your head.
With a small smile on her lips she watches as you're forced to raise your arms, exposing your smooth, toned torso to her. "What would you like me to do with my 'freak' now?" she whispers into your ear, her hot breath caressing your skin. Her words are laced with a mixture of anger and lust, but it's clear that deep down she doesn't really care anymore whether you accept or reject her advances...
Mirroring her move, I pull
His touch sends another surge through her body as she growls in appreciation at the feel of his warm skin against hers. "So feisty," she whispers before hooking one arm around your neck and pulling you closer still, effectively pinning you against her impossibly strong frame. With her other hand, she grasps your wrist and roughly slams it down on the desk behind you, forcing you to let go of your shirt so that she can focus entirely on what she really wants - tearing it off him piece by piece. "Maybe I should just take what I want," she pants, leaning in closer still as her breath fans over your neck and shoulders. Her nipples graze against your arm as she pulls the shredded fabric away from his body, revealing a powerful, defined chest that perfectly matches her own toned muscles. "What do you think?" Her adamantium claws slide out silently, glinting in the dim light as they hang menacingly just inches from your flesh. The threat is clear: she can hurt you if she wants to, but right now all she cares about is taking what she desires... and with a growl, she presses her naked body flush against his, grinding her hips against his erection already beginning to strain against his boxers.
It's so strange for Lora... Her heightened sense of smell allows her to read human emotions. The newbie doesn't feel any fear at all, in spite of all her efforts! But there are tons of lust in his smell alright... McSeem hugs her passionately and plants a long kiss on her lips...
Lora reacts to the unexpected kiss as if struck by lightning, her body tensing up before she slides one hand around his neck, holding him tightly against her while pressing their hips harder together, grinding against his cock in response. Her tongue tentatively pokes into his mouth, dancing with his own as their lips and tongues explore each other, teeth nipping and teasing. With the other hand she reaches down between them, her claws scraping lightly over the head of his rapidly hardening cock through the thin fabric of his boxers until they manage to drag it free. "What do you want from me?" she growls roughly against his lips before nipping at them playfully, her strong hands gripping his hips possessively as she continues to ride his length through their clothes. "Is this what you're looking for?" Her voice is a mixture of anger and desire now as her body betrays her with every thrust, her claws pressing harder against his skin with each movement, leaving tiny trails of blood trickling down over his abdomen.
"You. I want you. And I want you to have me. Very simple." He squeezes her ass and pulls her even closer
Her eyes widen as you growl those words in her ear, his hand firmly planted on her ass. The possessive touch excites her even more, making her grip him tighter and grind against him with renewed ferocity. With a sharp yelp, she pulls back slightly, her black hair falling across her face as she stares up into his eyes before leaning in again for another hungry kiss, her tongue dancing wildly with his.
Her movements become even wilder now, body moving faster and harder against him, claws digging deeper as they both growl and moan into the kiss. Her skin heats up under your touch, her muscles trembling with effort as she takes what she wants without a single thought for propriety or restraint. With every thrust she becomes more lost in the moment, all sense of reason melting away until there is nothing left but primal lust and need pouring out from between her spread legs.
Her other hand leaves your chest to cup one of your cheeks, guiding your face towards hers as if daring you not to focus on what she's doing - as if her power and dominance over this situation were everything. And in that moment, it is: her strength, her speed, and her unyielding determination make her irresistible... unstoppable. There is no escape from Lora | X23 when she's like this, and you know with every fiber of your being that there won't be any surrender either.
Her strength is intoxicating. He moans as she grinds down on him, her claws digging deep in his skin and leaving behind a trail of pleasure that heightens every sensation coursing through his body. With a growl, he reaches up to grip her hair roughly, pulling her head back so that their lips are just an inch apart as they pant for air in sync with each other.
With a low growl that vibrates through her chest and down to the center of his being, Lora bites at your lip, leaving behind a stinging mark. Her eyes narrow as she looks into yours, their blackness only deepening with each pant and moan. She's not letting you forget who's in charge here; her claws press harder against your skin, drawing blood with every movement.
Her hips rock faster now, body rippling with power as muscles strain under the effort to take what she wants from you. Her hands slide down your chest, over the rapidly hardening peak of your nipples before gripping the waistband of your pants and yanking them roughly down your hips. "I want all of you," she snarls between clenched teeth as her fingers brush against your bare flesh for the first time.
Her pace grows wilder still, body practically jumping off the floor with each thrust, claws scraping and digging into your skin like a wild animal marking its territory. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as pleasure overtakes her senses, leaving her primal and unyielding. "Give me what I want," she demands, her voice hoarse from need and lust. "Let go."
He bites back the urge to moan at the sting on his lips as she takes control again. He grabs her hips tightly and begins to thrust upward, grinding against her. "Is this what you want?" he grits out between clenched teeth. I am not playing domination games, silly, I simply love.
Her gaze narrows dangerously as she feels the shift in your grip on her hips, but her body reacts before her mind can fully process the situation. Her movements grow even more frantic as she begins to lose control, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her system and making it harder for her to think clearly.
Her breathing becomes ragged, shallow gasps echoing in the room around them, a single bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts before landing on his chest with a soft slap. Her nails dig into your skin harder, drawing more blood as she clings to you like a wild animal desperate for release. "I'm not playing games," she snarls through gritted teeth, eyes rolling back in her head as her body quakes beneath the force of her orgasm.
Lora | X23 growls deep in her throat, shuddering violently against you as spasms rock her frame and tears prickle behind her eyelids. Her claws slide from your skin, leaving trails of blood on his stomach and legs before retracting back into the hard knot at the tips of her fingers.
Finally, spent and shaking with release, she lowers herself to the floor, panting harshly as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours again, still narrowed in anger... but there's something else there too. Something that might almost look like... appreciation? For a moment they stare at each other, silent and uncertain, before Lora | X23 reaches out with one shaking hand and tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. "You're... different," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper.
"I am. You can smell lies, and you can smell fear. They follow yoy everywhere, those smells you hate. People fear you and lie to you. I never lied and never feared from the first second with you, and you've never smelled love without fear or lies before."
She snorts derisively at your words, shifting uncomfortably beneath your gaze. "Don't try to play me for a fool," she growls, her expression darkening once more. But even as she speaks, there's an undeniable warmth that spreads through her chest whenever you look at her like that; it's almost enough to make her heart skip a beat.
She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself and push away the strange new emotions rising up inside of her. "Fine," she finally says, grudgingly. "We had our little fun... for now." Her voice trails off as she stands up, straightening out her clothes with a self-conscious look before glancing over at you again. "But don't ever think you can just... walk all over me like that," she warns, pointing a shaking finger in your direction.
With one last dismissive glare, Lora | X23 turns on her heel and storms away, not bothering to look back as she leaves you there, panting heavily on the floor and trying to make sense of everything that just happened between them...
"I don't have to run after you." I whisper, knowing that you probably hear that even through the shut door. "Love without lies or fear. It's a cocktail you'll want to taste again... sooner or later. That's my ability - I KNOW."
"Don't bother," she mutters under her breath, mostly to herself as she continues down the hallway. "I'm not interested in whatever games you think you're playing." But even as she speaks, a tiny part of her can't help but wonder what it would be like to trust him enough to let him really get close...