X-Men Porn Story: ROGUE 2

Rogue muttered something unintelligible, keeping her face turned away from her.

Rahne strained to listen. “What did ye say?” In spite of the odor of alcohol on Rogue’s breath, the smaller girl put her face next to the inebriated mutant’s face.

“I saw… them,” Rogue mumbled softly, not guarding the sour tone in her voice.

“Them? Who do Ye mean by that?” Concern filled Rahne’s eyes as she turned to look at the girl, stretched out like a broken doll on the bed before her.

“Scott… n’ Jean…” Rogue’s face pulled into a sorrowful frown. “…they wuz… neckin’ there… ina corner,” she slurred softly. There was a pang of hurt under her words that Rahne picked up on.

“Oh my…” Rahne said, not sure what more could be said. Deciding not to dwell on things, Rahne moved down to untie Rogue’s shoes. It wouldn’t do to let her sleep this stupor off while she was still dressed. Working gently so she wouldn’t disturb Rogue’s condition further, she got her boots and stockings off before reaching for her blouse and vest.

“Y’know,” Rogue said at length, her eyes still closed as Rahne undressed her. “I wasn’t upset… y’know…”

“Oh?” Rahne asked, pulling her arms through the gossamer sleeves before gingerly taking off both gloves. 

“It was… ‘cause at least… Scott ‘n her,” Rogue mumbled brokenly, “got t’ touch each other…” Unable to control herself, a single tear escaped her closed eyes, trailing down her cheek. “I… I’ll never… get t’know, what that feels… like…” Her voice trailed off, as more tears spilled down her face.

Rahne looked down at Rogue, feeling the tug of warring emotions within her own heart. She knew the responsible thing… the right thing, would be to leave Rogue to sleep off her stupor and rest. 

“…never, will…”

However, the other part of her… the one that dearly, desperately wanted to comfort this special person… it was beating down the reasoning part of her, silencing it in a sudden wellspring of sympathy.

“Rogue,” she whispered softly. “It… it dinnae have t’be that way…”

“no?” Rogue asked in a fragile voice.

“Nay… not while I’m here,” Rahne replied, reaching up gently to brush back the white strands of hair that fell across her forehead. “‘Cause I won’t let ye feel so lonely. Never again.” Knowing the great risk in doing so, she leaned down and placed a single, closed-mouth kiss on Rogue’s own.

“mhuh?” Rogue’s puzzled sound was muffled briefly, but she didn’t pull back or shove Rahne away.

Rahne paused, looking down at Rogue with a small, if fragile smile of her own. The touch of her lips against Rogue’s sent a small thrill along her nerves, spiraling downward where they pooled in the pit of her stomach. With a sigh, Rahne pressed herself closer to the taller girl, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Beneath her, Rogue barely registered what was happening; her eyes still shut, laying limply underneath her. In moments though, her body reacted on instinct. Her lips moved softly, lifting up to meet her secret admirer’s kiss, while one arm raised slowly to drape across Rahne’s shoulders.

Barely able to contain herself, Rahne forced herself to continue to move slowly. Lowering herself further, she moved to curl her arms underneath Rogue’s shoulders, cradling them in a fond embrace. Being as gentle as she possibly could, she worked one leg between both of Rogue’s legs… and when the southern girl didn’t move to stop her, she moaned in accomplishment.

“mmm,” Rogue murmured, opening her mouth slightly as the kiss between her and her friend deepened. Still lost in her alcohol-haze, Rogue nevertheless couldn’t help the feelings stirring in her body. The warmth uncurling from her belly, seeping out through her limbs… it was like nothing she’d dared to hope to experience before.

Some small part of her was screaming at her to push the person kissing her away… Her powers! They’d begin draining their life force… their powers… but, there wasn’t the usual sensations: the sudden influx as energy flowed into her body… the jumbled, colliding cascade of images as the other person’s memories flooded her mind.

Nothing that usually preceded her powers was taking effect. The only thing she was feeling was the unmistakable sensation of a warm body against hers. Even though that small part of her was telling her to stop, she just couldn’t.

With a sigh, she brought her other arm around to wrap it around Rahne’s waist, hugging her tight. “Oh, my… w-what… are-.”

Pulling back, Rahne made a soft shushing sound. “It’s all right, Rogue. Dinnae worry. Just… let this happen, please?”

Rogue stared blearily at the short red-haired girl, trying to make sense of this situation. “But…”

Moving closer, Rahne kissed her once more, running one hand along her hair in a sensual caress. This, plus the sensation of the smaller girl’s body molded against her, made her protest melt away. Without further words, Rogue parted her lips and was at once surprised by the feeling of Rahne’s small tongue slipping into her mouth.

Oh, mercy… this, can’t be real! Rogue thought to herself. Still… even if it’s just a dream… With that, she closed her eyes and ran one hand up into Rahne’s hair, threading her fingers into the short, red strands.

# # #

Down the hallway, Scott and Jean had paused outside her bedroom door. Having returned from Duncan’s party a short while ago, they were somewhat reluctant to part each others company.

“Some party, huh?” Jean smiled up at Scott, leaning against the wall next to her doorway.

Scott nodded, “Yeah, Duncan really threw a big bash.” He ducked his head slightly. “So… got any plans for tomorrow?”

“Dunno… we’ll have to see what the Professor has planned,” Jean offered. She reached up to give Scott’s cheek a pat. “But, if there’s some free time… and, if you’d like to-.”

“Just say when,” Scott replied, looking at her with a soft smile. He gave her palm a brush with his hand, then he straightened up. “I’d… I mean, we’d better… you know.”

“Yeah, we’d better.” Jean nodded. “See you in the morning.”

“See you,” Scott said, giving her one last look before turning to head back down the hallway towards his room.

Jean watched him go for a moment, a small, happy smile on her face. When he rounded the corner, she sighed and turned to enter her room. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned it…

~… oh, man! ~

She lifted her head, puzzled at the brief touch to her mind. “Hm?” She paused, trying to focus on whoever it was that had let out that mental burst. When nothing more came, she shrugged and shook her head. “Girl, you need to get to bed…” With that, she opened her door and slipped inside.

# # #

“Ohmy… geeeez…”

Rogue lifted her head, looking down at the sight that met her eyes and groaned softly. By then, she’d long since lost all will to protest, and was just letting things progress as they would. The result: she and Rahne were now down to just a pair of panties apiece, and the Scottish mutant had her soft lips wrapped around one of Rogue’s turgid nipples. The electric sparks racing down her body from the moist contact made her squirm underneath the smaller girl, making the front panel of her underwear rub against the patch of skin just at Rahne’s navel.

With a light smack, Rahne lifted away from her sucking to smile dreamily at Rogue. “Are ye feelin’… all right, Rogue?”

Rogue dropped her head back on the mattress, one hand caressing Rahne’s shoulders and neck. “Don’… stop, please!” she sighed.

“Aye, as ye wish,” Rahne smiled, moving to the left to continue working on the other nipple. Cupping the abandoned breast with her other hand, she massaged it while lavishing continued attention on its twin. At the same time, she had one of Rogue’s legs grapevined between both of hers, moving her pelvis in a slow, grinding motion against its thigh.

Rogue couldn’t keep her hands still, letting them roam over the Scottish girl’s skin and hair, trying to pull Rahne closer to her. “Mmmm, gawd!”

Rahne echoed her sensual growl, raining kisses over every inch of her breasts. The crotch of her cotton underwear felt thoroughly moist with her own essence, making her tingle with excitement.

For Rogue, the situation was unbearable, yet it was something she didn’t want to stop any time soon. Even through the lingering haze of the alcohol, her senses were heightened to the point of near overload. Her own panties were soaked through, filling the air around the two girls with the scent of sex.

Leaving her breasts, Rahne scooted up to bring her face level with Rogue’s shoulders. Dipping down, she placed a trail of kisses along her exposed neck and collarbone; adding teasing nibbles to the tender flesh there as well.

“Mmm…” Rogue moaned, as shivers from the intimate contact rippled down her body. Letting her hands fall away from Rahne, she let them twitch on the bed covers without direction.

Rahne on the other hand wasn’t content to let her hands remain in one place. She let them flow over Rogue’s skin, generating more and more pleasurable sensations between them. Eventually, she shifted so that her body lay atop Rogue’s, pressing softly so they lay in continuous contact from knee to throat. Together like this, it wasn’t difficult for either of them to feel the heat spreading from each of their nether regions… or the moisture seeping from their most intimate places.

Sweeping her hands down Rogue’s flanks, Rahne continued to nuzzle her face in the crook of the taller girl’s neck. When her fingers touched the elastic waistband of her panties, Rahne paused, letting her hands linger softly at the point just above Rogue’s hips.

Rogue tipped her head, looking down with a touch of quizzical, mixed emotions in her face.

“D’ye mind? I… think these are… a bit messy,” Rahne stated shyly, letting her fingers trace a nervous circle on the clinging fabric covering Rogue’s hips.

Without speaking, Rogue simply tilted her hips up a bit, before letting her head drop back to the pillow with a sigh.

With a glimmer in her eyes, Rahne wasted little time. Hooking slim fingers underneath the waistband of Rogue’s panties, she tugged them downwards over her hips, pulling them free with a slight hitch when the crotch lifted free of her wet vagina. Skimming them off her legs, Rahne lifted herself briefly to drop the undergarment to the floor – as well as slip her own soaked panties off to join them – before she re-positioned herself on top of Rogue once more.

Now, there was no barrier between the two mutant girls: bare skin touched at every possible point. Thighs, tummies, breasts and all… and, wherever there was contact, delicious ripples of electric pleasure flowed like a circuit between them.

“Ooo!” Rahne cooed, returning to her amorous kissing along Rogue’s neck and shoulder. Curling her arms underneath the taller girl’s body, she fitted herself snugly along every curve, pressing her wet sex against the equally-wet one of Rogue’s. Curly hairs meshed, causing new, and heady frictions as she started to move slowly against her.

“AwwgeeEEZ,” Rogue gasped. The spark that had settled between her legs was now spiking into hot bolts of passion. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around the Scottish girl’s body, tilting her lower half so that her intimate center could keep contact with Rahne’s. “Mmmph, Gawd… oh, man…”

Rahne’s breathing picked up a notch, as the same sensations echoed by Rogue were making her grow hotter. Flesh now wet with intimate honey, her sex seemed to swell, as if reaching out to take hold of the matching center grinding against her own. The feelings of deep caring and love had now been augmented by a new emotion: lust. Fastening her lips on the nearest patch of skin, Rahne thrust herself more firmly against Rogue, hoping the Southern girl was feeling as much pleasure as she was at that very moment.

Even though her mind still drifted through the numbing fog of her drunken state, Rogue’s body was just as much caught up in the sensations and emotion of the moment as Rahne. Rational though was gone… only the bliss of being touched, loved and thoroughly taken by passion had consumed what remained of her conscious mind. With a soft cry of longing, she flung herself back into Rahne, answering each of her pumping thrusts with an equal one of her own.

Together, the two mutants clung to each other, while their passions rocketed from their twin sexes; arcing outwards into a cataphony of fiery swirls of heavenly heat. Eventually, the fire grew to dazzling heights, culminating in a spiraling, flesh-shaking catalyst that dragged first one, then the other over the edge.

“Ah… a-hah…AAA!” Rogue felt like her insides had burst, shattered then melted like quicksilver as an orgasm – unlike any of the solitary ones she’d experienced alone – seared along every active synapse and nerve cluster. Her breath stopped for a second, then exploded as had some, small shred of sense to keep the shout threatening to bubble out of her toned to a sibilant hiss of joy.

“mm…ah-hmm…m-nmmph! Oha! OOH!” Rahne was just seconds behind her, a twin sensation of bliss supercharged by her feelings for her lover echoing along her own stiffening limbs. Squashed against the taller girl’s front, Rahne swore arcs of pleasure were darting between each point of contact of their now sweat-coated skin. Equally certain to contain the volume of her own cries of happy climax, she tightened her grip on Rogue to the point she would have pulverized her ribs.

Together, they rode out the storm surge of their mutual cresting… ebbing and flowing, taking in and giving back equal amounts of pleasure as they felt bodies and minds sailing outwards to the stars and beyond.

Eventually, even little firebirds of pleasure must return to roost… and the return to themselves was just as blissful as the outward journey to the Summit Noble. With racing hearts coasting down to slower rhythms, and breaths now easing through relaxed lips and chests, both Rogue and Rahne relaxed their passion-powered grip on each other. With a sigh apiece, they literally melted into each other, and into the mattress beneath them.

“ooo…” Rahne’s tremulous exclamation sounded all too tiny in her own ears. No words seemed fit to tell how she felt about their experience.

Rogue’s own emission was equally wordless: “mmmnha…ahh…” Shivering, she reflexively curled herself around Rahne’s body, as if to trap the quick-dissipating heat radiating from their spent bodies.

Without a word, the two young mutants both shifted together, maneuvering until both of their bodies were underneath the sheets of Rogue’s bed, pulling each other close in a clinging embrace…

# # #

~ The Main Kitchen, The Mansion House, The Following Morning… ~

With a yawn, Jean Grey slipped inside the doorway, taking a moment to adjust her shoulder-length hair as she shook herself from the last, clinging threads of sleep. With her eyes closed, she nearly ran into Ororo and her nephew Evan; who were both waiting their turn at the refrigerator behind Kitty Pryde.

“’Mornin’ Jean,” Evan offered, just as he leaned over the open door to grab a carton of milk. “Thanks Kitty!”

“Hey, I was gonna use that!” Kitty exclaimed.

“Good morning, Evan,” Jean replied. “Morning, Storm.”

“A good morning it is, save for those that got in late last night,” the tall, dark-skinned mutant replied. Nodding towards the large dining table, she pointed out the still-sleepy forms of Scott and Bobby Drake; both of which were nearly tipping over into their breakfast bowls. “Seems a lot of you were enjoying Duncan’s party a little too well.”

Jean cleared her throat self-consciously. “Well… it was a good scene to be at last night.”

Kitty spoke up, “Yeah, save for the fact Ducan’s buddies monkeyed around with some of the punch!” She wrinkled her nose. “Phew! Some of the other kids are going to be nursing major headaches today.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Evan said, grimacing. “Some of them are supposed to meet up at the skate park today.”

“Be that as it may,” came the voice of Dr. Henry McCoy – the blue-furred instructor also known as Beast – now entering the kitchen. “I shouldn’t wonder what the rest of their parents are going to do with them. Underage drinking is going to cause more trouble than you kids realize.”

“Oh, come on, Mr. McCoy!” Bobby said from his seat. “We’ve heard the speeches before!”

“Well, apparently you kids have been listening,” McCoy muttered, taking a small sniff for emphasis. “No one in here needs a session in the drunk tank, that’s for certain.”

Just then, a POP of displaced air announced the arrival of Kurt Wagner; teleporting in at the far end of the table. “Hey, morning guys!” he greeted, reaching for some toast set out on the table.

“Nightcrawler! Geez, warn a guy, willya?” Bobby exclaimed, having nearly jumped out of his skin when Kurt appeared.

“Oops, ah… sorry,” Kurt replied. “Anyone got the butter?”

Henry looked around the kitchen, then frowned. “Kurt, have you seen Rogue? She was a little late getting up when I passed by her room earlier.”

“Dunno, Mr. McCoy… honest, I just woke up a while ago, myself.”

Ororo stared at the elfin teleporter. “Didn’t she go to Duncan’s party last night?” she asked.

Kurt replied, “I thought she did.”

“Did any of you kids see her get home last night?” Henry asked.

“No, but… Jean and I got in late ourselves,” Scott offered. He looked to Jean. “She might have had long night, like we did.”

Henry gave Jean a glance. “Can you check and see what’s keeping her? No scanning, just confirm if she’s okay.”

Jean’s brow knotted as she concentrated for a few seconds. “Rogue’s fine… I think. She’s still in bed, asleep.”

Kitty gave a small laugh. “Lazybones!”

“Well, it may be a day off from school, but we need everyone up and at’em today,” Henry stated firmly. “We’ve got a few lessons to get through today, and Professor Xavier wants all of his students in on them.”

“Great, more sessions in the Danger Room!” Evan grumbled.

“You thought we were going for another outing in the woods?” Kurt teased.

“All right, that’s enough you two,” Ororo admonished, though she smiled when she said it.

“As I was saying,” Henry prompted, “we need everyone here. So, Jean… if you could give our sleepyhead a little ‘nudge’?”

Jean replied, “Not a problem…”

# # #

From the depths of a blissful sleep, Rogue sighed deeply, feeling the slight mental touch from Jean. “mmha… a’right, I’m… gettin’ up,” she muttered, her voice feeling raspy and raw. Swallowing, she pushed her face back into her pillow and sighed expansively. The next thought that flitted through Rogue’s waking mind was one of disgust. “Eww, why did I ever think of drinkin’ that… punch! If there’s ever a next time… I’m stickin’ to soda!” With another reluctant sigh, she knew Jean’s slight touch would be followed by more, if she didn’t get out of bed right then.

Moving slightly to push herself upright, Rogue made a small frown. There was a different feeling she was getting this morning… the sensation of warmth… body warmth! 

There was someone in her bed, next to her!

“Wu-ah?” she mumbled, rubbing her face against the cotton pillowcase before lifting up to look down at herself. Draped across her body was a small, slim arm, the hand curled gently over her belly. She blinked twice, craning her neck to look behind herself… into the sleeping face of a red-haired girl… a rather naked, and familiar, red-haired girl!

Rahne!

“Ohmy…” Rogue whispered. Looking back down at herself, she shifted her legs, and gasped at the wet sensations she felt at her crotch. They hadn’t just been sleeping naked… they’d been… the thought hit her like a fist.