Chapter 2

Seven Months Later...

"Fuck!" Psylocke exclaimed, tossing her thick purple hair as she undulating along the length of Logan's thick cock. It pounded deeply inside her, stretching her open and making her feel quite full. She pumped her hips up and down, riding his dick and panting softly with the exertion of their wild sexual encounter. Her fluids spilled from her passage, making his crotch sticky and slick. They had been fucking for almost two hours, and she'd long given up tracking her orgasms.

Logan growled and gripped Betsy's rounded hips, fucking into her roughly... He always enjoyed their occasional romps for how enthusiastic and energetic she was, the way she fucked him just as much as he fucked her. The young Asian woman writhed in his lap as his swollen shaft plunged repeatedly in and out of her well muscled hole. The sounds of their fucking filled the room, sticky slurping squishes and the almost violent smacking of flesh meeting flesh. Logan growled, his teeth clenched and eyes narrowed as he pounded into Psylocke's clinging fuck-tunnel. The room smelled of sex and both were drenched in sweat.

It had been almost a year since the last time they had gotten together for an impromptu fuck session. It was never an emotional thing; both wanted nothing more from the joining than the pure exhilarating pleasure of an animalistic fuck. He had been gone for the past eight months and just returned to the mansion tonight. After an hour of settling his things in his room he had gone to get a drink from the kitchen and run into Betsy on the way. It was hard to say which had been the one to suggest their sex romp, but the door to Betsy's room hadn't been shut behind them for more than a minute before Logan's dick was roughly hammering into Psylocke's hungry cunt.

"Oh God," Betsy moaned, rolling her hips in small circles as Logan's cock poked and prodded the deepest reaches of her inner flesh. "Yes Logan, fuck me, drive your cock into me! I'm cumming!"

Betsy screamed into yet another orgasm. Logan gave a deep growl and suddenly sprang up, grabbing her and holding her slender body to him as he jumped off the bed. He pushed her against the wall of her room almost hard enough to force the wind out of her. He pinned her in place with the weight and bulk of his body and fucked into her frantically, grunting with every deep thrust. His cock sawed in and out of her, spreading her long, deep cunt petals along his shaft, prying them open with every cramming thrust of his meaty dick. Betsy clung to him, gripping his broad shoulders and back and holding on for the wildly raunchy ride.

He fucked her with rough, animalistic thrusts, ramming into her forcefully and pressing her into the wall. Every time he thrust forward Betsy's hips pressed down and forward to meet him, wanting more of that wonderfully fat pole filling her, striving for as deep and hard a penetration as possible. Her hips slapped into his and her big breasts wobbled and swayed with the rhythm of their almost feral coupling. Her pussy tingled, mostly from pleasure, partly from pain as Logan squeezed her hips hard enough to leave light bruises along her flesh. He took her, hard and fast, snarling and driving into her as she moaned and cried out from the joy of it all, her juices leaking wetly from her well-stretched hole. Pussy cream dribbled down the length of Logan's gleaming dick to lightly coat his balls. On Every thrust they swung upward and smacked against the swell of Psylocke's incredibly toned ass.

For several moments they stayed like that, Betsy screaming and wrapping her shapely long legs around his waist, pulling him into the hot embrace of her golden womanhood with her clinging thighs. Her short nails raked lightly along his back, making his skin red over the taut and bulging muscle.

As Psylocke orgasmed yet again her cunt squeezed on his thrusting dick with a slippy vice grip. Logan's amazing sexual stamina, a blessing from his almost instantaneous healing factor, finally gave way after almost two hours of their powerful, frenzied coupling.

He roared wordlessly as he thrust deeply into Betsy's clinging insides, his cum exploding into her and splattering her pink passage with gooey jism. He continued thrusting into her for several moments, burst after burst of cum firing into her, stuffing her, filling her with slick and sticky warmth that began to slowly bubble out of her too-full hole. The copious seed continued to explode into her, sloshing into her womb and spattering her thighs. Several dribbles squished onto the ground between his feet, and a narrow tendril of the sticky cream slid along the contours of Betsy's sloping as crack. Spent and panting, Logan pulled back, his grip slipping. Betsy gave a soft cry of surprise as she fell onto her ass. The last two weak spurts of Logan's gooey load splashed across her face and heaving breasts.

"Fuck, Logan... that was good," Betsy panted. She sat there, propped against the wall, her legs spread obscenely as cum slid down the valley of her breasts onto her belly. A growing puddle leaked steadily from her pussy to make an even bigger mess all over her thighs and the floor.

Logan sat down on the edge of Betsy's thoroughly disheveled bed. He picked up the cigar and lighter he'd set on her bedside table and lit it up. "Been too long," he commented.

"I'll say," Betsy chuckled. She made no effort to move, nor to cover his messy handiwork. "So. How was your trip?"

Logan shrugged and took a deep puff on his cigar. "Coulda been better."

Knowing Logan well enough not to pry, she stared at him for several moments. Logan and she were fairly close, closer than she was with many of the others on the team. Though pretty much everyone under Xavier's wing, with a few notable exceptions, got along well, she found Logan to be more tolerable and geared to her taste in friends than many others. They had no romance between them, though long ago they had taken up the habit of the occasional fuck and suck session. Neither of them were the type to deny themselves something just because of how society was set up, and neither found any need for their infrequent but enjoyable bedroom fun to go any further than just that; fun. Still, she trusted Logan deeply, and was often able to confide in him more than others.

"Logan?" she spoke.

"Yeah?" he replied.

Betsy looked into his eyes and said, "I think I'm a lesbian now."

Logan hesitated, then took a deep, drawn out puff on his cigar. "Are ya?"

"You've known I've been attracted to girls for a long time," Betsy continued.

"Well, yeah," Logan nodded, taking another puff. "That don't really explain this just now, though."

Betsy shrugged and looked down, her eyes absently tracing the dribble of cum leaking down the valley of her breasts. "I don't really know how to explain it, Logan. I'm not really attracted to guys. Not anymore. I'm just... not. Honestly, you're the only guy I feel like fucking, ever, and that's just because I know you'll take care of me, and we're good friends. Beyond the immediate fun and satisfaction, there's no attachment."

Logan nodded but remained otherwise silent, his eyes watching his old friend and waiting for her to find the words.

"It's not enough," she said at last. "I need more than that, Logan. I need more than a good fuck, though it's nice, don't get me wrong. But I need a real relationship. And we both know that would never work out between us like that."

"I know," Logan replied evenly. "So. Ya ain't interested in other fellas?"

Betsy shrugged one graceful shoulder. She reached one hand to brush a long tendril of purple hair from her sweaty face. "Not really. I mean, I guess I can still find men attractive occasionally... but it's not there like it used to be. I'm finding myself more and more drawn exclusively to women. For the past year or so I haven't even looked at a guy twice. And the few short relationships I've had with women have just been a lot more fulfilling and meaningful, even if they haven't lasted long. I think I may finally be ready to hop off the fence and into the girls' yard."

Logan smirked and took another puff from his cigar. "I can't really blame ya, Bets. Seems like the logical choice to me. I don't really see why dames go fer men in the first place."

Psylocke smiled and shook her head. "Men aren't always so bad. I don't dislike men... I just prefer women."

"Why're ya tellin' me all this?" Logan asked bluntly.

"Well," Betsy glanced up at him. "I... I dunno. I don't think I'm gonna be able to do this any more. At least, not as often as we do now, if at all. I'm sorry, Logan."

"Ya call shackin' up once a year 'often'?" Logan chuckled. He patted the bed beside him and leaned back to take another drag on his cigar. "Ya ain't gotta worry 'bout me, Bets. I ain't gonna be upset. Our little meetin's have been fun, but I know they're nothin' to read into."

Betsy sat beside him and ran a finger along his chest hair, smiling softly. "Good. I'm glad. I didn't want to hurt your feelings or anything, Logan. You're my friend, and I wouldn't want that to change."

"Ya ain't got nothin' to worry about, darlin'," Logan nodded, smiling lightly.

"I have to be honest," Betsy mumbled, "I've also decided to firmly jump off the fence because... well..."

"Ya found a lady yer into?" Logan suggested.

"Yeah," Betsy smiled.

"She know?"

"No," Betsy shook her head. "I don't even know if she'd be interested. In me or any other woman, for that matter. But... I like her. A lot. I don't think I've ever felt this way before."

Logan nodded and took a thoughtful puff on his cigar. "Ya think yer in love?"

"I don't know," Psylocke admitted. "I don't know if I've ever been in love... really, definitely in love. And I know I've never been in love with a woman. It's a bit different, in little ways. I'm just going to have to find out and hope for the best."

"Well, I hope everythin' works out for ya, Bets. I'm here if ya ever need a friend."

"Thanks," Betsy smiled. She leaned her head against his solid shoulder and sighed. "I figured you'd be okay with it. I'm glad you understand."

"Ya know me," Logan shrugged. "What was I gonna do, throw a fit?"

"You do have something of a temper," Betsy pointed out with a grin.

"Eh," Logan grunted noncommittally.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't think I'm swearing off men because of some kind inadequacy on your part," Betsy said softly. Her hand slowly slinked down the hair covering his body until it wrapped around his spent dick. It began to harden and thicken rapidly before her eyes.

Logan chuckled and watched her face. "Ya probably woke the whole damn Mansion with yer screamin'. I'm pretty sure I ain't quite inadequate."

Psylocke sank downward and enveloped the swollen, sticky head of his dick with her mouth. Tomorrow she was done with men. But right now, the night was still young.

Kia strode down the hall, an armful of papers and books cradled between her arm and one curving hip. It was a chilly but overall pleasant March day. This far north, winter's grip hadn't completely eased yet, though the snowfall had been surprisingly light and hospitable this year. The day was bright and the glimpse she caught out the windows lining the hall showed the sky to be clear and rich blue. Her last class of the day had just ended. She had a light course load, this being her first semester teaching at the Xavier Academy, but both the Professor and her students seemed pleased with her so far. She even had a few students who claimed she was their favorite new teacher in the School. She was lined up for higher level classes to teach next semester.

As it was, she had the rest of the day off to do whatever she wanted. Things had been quiet at the Mansion of late; the X-men, the special team of Mutants whose goal was to defend both humans and mutants from harm and to preserve the interests of human-Mutant relations, had been able to relax over the last month or so. For at least that long there had been no major disasters, no threat to Mutant kind, no human lives in peril, no evil madmen trying to take over the world, and no aliens secretly invading the planet. Hank had jokingly said they were in 'off season'. The quiet was a welcome change from the sometimes frantic and tense atmosphere around the mansion when something major was happening. Even with the brief time period she had lived here, Kia had found that some rather bizarre and complicated situations faced the mansion's inhabitants.

Kia wasn't on the team. She hadn't been with Xavier and his Mutant followers and students long enough to be fully cleared for field duty, and Xavier was hesitant to allow her out into the open with only seven months of training, despite the fact that she had taken to the training quite well. Part of Kia wished she could be out there; in the past seven months she had made several close friends on the X-team, and she wanted to be able to help them. Another part of her, however, was just happy she had finally found a place to belong. Kia had moved several times in the past few years alone, mostly due to not fitting in anywhere and having her Mutant heritage looked down upon. Now, she finally had friends; friends who truly understood the kind of hardships and sense of displacement one felt simply being a Mutant.

She sensed a presence ahead. Subconsciously her Mutant sense scanned the individual more fully, feeling a touch of impatience mingled with amusement. Kia glanced up to see Elizabeth Braddock walking down the hall toward her, smirking softly.

Elizabeth, or 'Betsy' as her friends called her, was a sight. She had the long, straight hair that most women of her Asian heritage tended to have, but instead of dark brunet or black, the sleek locks were dyed a deep purple. Her skin was a rich golden color, smooth and soft and tight over her flesh. Her limbs were graceful and long, slender and lean with a soft but athletic muscle tone. Unusually tall for an Asian woman, Betsy stood two inches taller than Kia at 5'11". Though she was lean and slender, with a tight, toned middle and long, muscled legs, Betsy possessed curves most women would kill for, with rounded hips and a more than generous bustline that only Kia's own curves topped. Her face was quite lovely with full, naturally pursed lips and stunning slanted purple eyes. An unusual bright red tattoo was set over her left eye, extended from her brow to just above her angular cheek, a reminder of a long ago brush with death. Typically not a casual dresser, today Betsy wore her team uniform. It was a skin-tight blue suit that resembled a swim suit more than anything. It hugged to her curves while leaving her arms bare. Matching blue thigh-high boots hugged the firm, slender musculature of her long legs.

"You're late," Betsy commented.

"Sorry, I was counseling some students," Kia replied. "I'll be quick about getting ready."

"If we wait too long Logan is going to destroy the Danger Room before we even get there. He's in a mood," Betsy replied.

Kia's brow furrowed. "Logan?"

Psylocke gave her a strange look for a moment before realization crossed her face. "Oh, that's right, you haven't met Logan. He's a team member. Codenamed Wolverine. He's been gone awhile. He does that. Leaves, I mean. He's been gone about eight months and just got back yesterday."

"Logan, Logan..." Kia muttered, how brows drawn up thoughtfully. "Oh yeah, I think I've heard people talk about him. That's the guy Scott hates, right?"

Betsy rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yeah. Logan's... something of a wild one. And you know how anal Scott is. Can't stand things not being just so. The feeling's mutual though; Logan hates him just as bad, if not worse. He cut the top half of Scott's car away once and claimed he'd gotten him a convertible."

"Oh my God!" Kia laughed, a soft, musical sound that followed her as she and Betsy entered her room. "That's great! I never would have thought of that! I think I'm going to like this guy."

"He's gruff. Real gruff. But he's a good guy under it all. The only people who don't like him are people like Scott who can't see the real him because their head is wedged up their ass."

Kia's room was decorated modestly, much as her home before moving to the Mansion had been. The difference here was that, regardless of how humble or simple her tastes may be, there was no way around the room being a cut above the norm in quality. The walls themselves were rich wood with elegant and tasteful trim at the floor and ceiling. The doorway was decoratively worked and the carpet was a plush and soft green, expensive looking without being too extravagant or over-the-top. A large desk full of papers sat along one wall, a bed and a tall dresser along another.

Kia glanced over her shoulder as she grabbed her 'uniform' off the bed. "He cut Scott's car in half and called it a 'convertible'. I don't see how I can not like him."

Because she wasn't fully trained or approved for field missions, Kia didn't actually have a real uniform. It was more like... well, a hand-me-down. It was one of Rogue's old uniforms, altered to properly fit Kia's curvier proportions. It had seen better days; the elbows and knees were quite worn, and the rest of it wasn't entirely in better shape. The collar was ripped and stretched pretty badly and the material around the right cuff was starting to thin out. But Kia didn't have much use for a uniform of her own, not yet at least, and she wasn't too picky about what she wore in the meantime as long as it got her by. It still somewhat amused her, however, that with all the riches and resources Xavier had at his disposal, he had yet to buy her her own outfit. Maybe it was some kind of hazing ritual or something.

Kia set her papers on her big desk, next to a stack with a sticky note on top that read 'Grade Now!'. Without even glancing back at Betsy, Kia stripped quickly out of her neat class-wear and wiggled into the Uniform. She still wasn't really used to the feel of these uniforms, but the close fitting outfit generally allowed a greater range of movement and freedom than most clothes. Betsy nodded and helped Kia zip it along the side and secure the zipper in place. Kia pulled on the uniforms clunky boots, then the two women headed into the Mansions lower levels.

While all the Mansions schooling and housing facilities were on the two stories above ground. The Mansion was a massive building, with a multitude of rooms, some for housing, some for learning, and various facilities dedicated for eating, cleaning, maintaining, entertainment, and leisure time with friends and colleagues. Both the students and the faculty were housed on these two floors.

The basements revealed a whole new side to the Mansion. Created with all the funding of Xavier's vast fortune to back it and in more recent years augmented and supplemented with highly advanced Shi'ar technology, the two lower levels housed the operation centers of the X-men. The lower levels served a number of functions; the war-room, an operations and information gathering center. The Danger Room was a holographic simulator that allowed the X-men to train their martial and Mutant abilities in various combat and hazardous situations. The Hanger, where the teams various transportations were stored, most notable of which was the Blackbird, the massive aircraft that had flight capabilities far beyond any modern jet, so much so that it could even make short excursions into the upper most atmosphere. Cerebro was also located in the sub-levels, the amazing machine that amplified Charles Xavier's mental powers to allow him to search for and contact Mutants over the entire world.

The pair entered the Danger Room to find Kurt and Peter waiting for them, along with a man that Kia wasn't familiar with.

Kurt was one of Kia's closest friends in the Mansion. He was one of the most inhuman appearing Mutants, as well, which didn't bother Kia in the least. He stood at about her own height, though he often seemed shorter because of the way he tended to slink and crouch about. He was a slender and thin man, toned and tight of body like all the team tended to be. Though he had surprising strength for his size and was quite a fighter, he was physically unimposing. He had a pronounced physical mutation which unlike many Mutants, whose physical appearance changed at puberty, had been evident since birth. His body was covered in short, dark blue fir. He had pointed, almost elvish ears and three unusually shaped toes. His hands too had only three digits, two thick fingers and a thumb. A long, prehensile tail extended from the small of his back which was strong enough to support his full weight and agile enough to grip various objects. Unlike many Mutants who find themselves heavily persecuted for their unusual appearance, Kurt had always seen the bright side of things, speaking optimistically about any situation and finding a light to guide himself through life no matter what the situation.

Piotr Rasputin, called Peter or Pete by his friends, was an enormous man, towering at 6'6" and sporting an impressive, broad build. He had the body of a weight lifter and the strength to match, with a barrel shaped chest bulging with muscle and biceps thicker than Kia's thigh. His hair was short and neat, and his face clean and handsome. Dark blue eyes and pale skin gave him a calm look that reflected his easy going nature.

Peter's Mutant power was already in use; through force of will, he could encase his body in an impervious metal shell that acted as an indestructible second skin, allowing Peter to withstand nearly any attack without so much as budging. His transformed state also gave him incredible strength and destructive power. When transformed, Peter was able to lift weights nearing the 100 ton mark. His body also grew when transformed, becoming wider and thicker and more muscular. In that state, he reached the awesome height of 7'5".

Kia's eyes, however, lingered upon the stranger. Peter dwarfed him, and Kia guessed even she was taller than him by a number of inches. Despite his lack of height he was still quite imposing. He was wide, with a broad chest and shoulders. His body was thick with muscle, bulging from his arms and chest and shoulders. His middle was thick as well, but Jenna could tell it was a muscular thickness, as if his entire body was one mass of compacted muscle. Hair covered his exposed arms, thick and coarse tufts of black that gave him a slightly wild look. His face was stern, severe even, but attractive in its own right, with a strong jaw and wide, pronounced brow. His hair was thick, black, and somewhat unkempt, rising up and back as if coming to two devilish points. Thick, wild sideburns raced down his face, framing his solid jaw line. His chin was relatively clean, though shadowed with stubble. She had some trouble placing his age. His face was slightly worn and lined, but it looked more like the wearing of difficult experiences than age. Even with the lines, however, he looked vibrant and healthy, if not youthful. Piercing blue eyes darted about every few moments, restless and scanning about constantly. They reminded her somewhat of the eyes of an animal.

Kia tensed as the man's emotions washed over her. She could never fully cut off her connection to people; any time she was remotely near someone, their surface emotions would be at the very edge of her perception. But where most people's feelings were like a soft brushing on the very surface of her consciousness, this man's emotions nearly made her light-headed with their intensity.

His emotions were as knotted and endless as a ball of yarn wound tight upon itself. Never had Kia felt such a wild rush of feelings, each so different from the last. Anger. Burning, consuming. Rage, yes, that was it. Though it was one of the deepest impressions of anger Kia had ever felt, somehow, she was not afraid of this man. The anger was held down and tightly secure. The barest instant later and the rage was gone, replaced by confusion, then bitterness, then affection, then such soul stirring loneliness that Kia felt sure her heart would break. They were such a rich blend of feelings and states of being that Kia found them almost intoxicating.

Kia let out the breath she had been holding for half a second and put a barrier of sorts up, blocking off the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Only the briefest moment had passed, but she felt as if she had delved far too deeply. She didn't like to immerse herself into a persons feelings in such a manor without good reason. Much like Xavier, she felt such a delving was an invasion of privacy, in some ways far more personal than one's thoughts, even. She would have to closely guard her Mutant sense whenever she was around this person, she was certain of that.

The man glanced up as the two women walked in and scowled. " 'Bout time," he said, his voice as rough edged as the rest of him. It suited him well.

"Ah, Kia, Betsy! You're late!" Kurt grinned as he and Peter took note of their entrance. He teleported onto a small ledge overhead, protruding from the as yet featureless Danger Room wall. He balanced skillfully upon the very edge, making it look as casual and effortless as if he were standing like the rest of them.

"I know, I know... I'm just glad to see the one eyed dork-wad isn't here to bark out his orders," Kia replied. Everyone around the Mansion was well aware that Scott and Kia did not get along well in the least.

Peter cleared his throat and spoke, his voice deep and rich and heavily accented from growing up in the countryside of Russia. "Logan, this is Kia Jaeger. She is in training to become a new member of the team. Kia, this is our old comrade, Logan."

"Hi," Kia said, feeling somewhat nervous.

" 'Lo," Logan nodded to her. "Welcome to the fam'ly. Now can we get this show started or what?"

Kia glanced at Betsy and arched a brow.

"You heard the man. He wants a good welcome home," Betsy agreed dryly.

"Well then, let us make this a bit interesting," Peter grinned. He walked to the consol set in the far wall and touched the screen. He went through a few command menus before nodding to himself.

The simulation that Colossus had chosen kicked into action. The simple and featureless room suddenly shifted and swayed for a moment as the advanced Shi'ar holograms activated.

The group stood in the middle of a massive courtyard, a square clearing at least a hundred yards in dimension. They stood near one end with the courtyard stretching before them. The ground was covered in small, smooth stones neatly arranged about. Around them the walls of a great Japanese temple rising up around them. A massive pagoda stretched upward on the far side of the courtyard, fresh coats of red and black upon its surface. Several bamboo trees were scattered about the square for aesthetic value.

Grouped at the foot of the Pagoda were their opponents, a mass of men clad in bamboo samurai armor. The men glowered at them, and slowly slid their katanas from their sheaths with an unsettling hiss. There were far too many to count, easily over a hundred strong.

"Ah, the showdown at Wing-Po," Logan smirked. "Good choice, Petey."

"Zis is... a bit advanced for Kia, ja?" Nightcrawler ventured.

"She'll be fine," Psylocke nodded. "There's plenty of us here to help and protect her. It's not like she can really get hurt here anyway. We've got the safeties on."

"Sissies," Wolverine grumbled.

"I'm not that breakable," Kia smirked. "I may not be as good at these things as you guys are, but I'll be okay.

The mass of warriors began to advance, slow and sure and steady. The Mutants came together. Betsy reached behind her shoulder and slid her Katana free from its sheath. Kurt produced a blade of his own, this one a curved saber that he kept at his hip.

Kia jumped as lengths of steel exploded from Logan's hands, arching outward. Six gleaming, razor sharp claws protruded from the back of his fists, just above his knuckles. The long gleaming blades were fearsome to behold. Originally lengths of bone from his Mutation, they later became coated in Adamantium, like all the rest of his bones.

"Do yer thing, Petey" Logan murmured, his focus entirely upon the advancing host of Samurai.

Peter nodded, reaching down to lift Logan effortlessly. He pulled back, Logan still in his arms, then hurled his team mate right into the ranks of the enemy. Logan roared loudly as he exploded forward, his clawed hands extended to lead the charge.

Logan slammed into one of the swordsman, hitting him square and with such force it sent the man hurtling into the samurai behind him. Logan grinned with satisfaction as his claws sunk through the man who had broken his momentum, the pointed lengths of metal exploding out the warrior's back, and into the chest of his comrade. Wolverine was up before the Samurai gathering around him could fully react. He yanked his claws free and lashing out, gouging the man on his left across the face and then spinning and kicking solidly into an attacker on his right. He roared again and lunged deeper into their ranks, claws slashing and stabbing rapidly, cutting those around him down. A Katana slashed across his left forearm. If not for the safeties, it would have cut deep enough to clang off his unbreakable bone. He slashed with the claws of his right hand, shattering the Katana and then plunging the claws into his attacker's chest. He ripped his claws out the side of the man's body and moved on to his next victim, the thick welt on his arm healed before he'd even sliced through the offending Katana.