X-men:Bast Ch.2

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Legal issues: Kia Jaeger(codename Bast) is an original character and belongs to
me. All other characters and core X-men concepts are copyright Marvel, Stan Lee,
and other creators. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from them in any
way.
Author Note: This story is based upon the story and setup in the comics and
takes place at no particular point in them, but is instead treated as its own
events separate from many of the large happenings in the comics. Also, I am not
fully aware of every significant event that has happened in the X-men’s long
history, so the information presented in this story and the information in the
comics may not always 100% add up. Some characters who might even be dead as of
the current X-men issues may be alive in this story.
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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.

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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.

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