Chapter 8 - A Little Bit of X: Chapter 8


                                                    A Little Bit of X

                                                       by Volpone

                                                        Chapter 8

          "... so I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut my time here short."
          Harlequin's announcement brought exclamations from several of the assembled X-Men.
          He waved one hand to dismiss any concern for him.
          "I don't think they'll actually manage to hurt me, but I can't guarantee the safety of the
people around me. I came here to be an asset, not a liability."
          Hank disagreed.
          "If I may point out, Operation: Zero Tolerance demonstrated that none of us are exactly
safe."
          Quinn shook his head.
          "You don't need more problems, now of all times. There are plenty of problems to
occupy your time without my adding to them."
          Turning to Professor X, he said, "There are waaay to many people here at the Institute,
Charles. If I were you, I'd stop anyone else from coming in and send most of the team
members here away for a time. The mansion's just too good a target now."
          Surprisingly, it was Logan who objected.
          "Sorry, laughing boy, but we don't let teammates take the heat for the whole group. I
say we sucker Foster in and put a major hurting on him when he tries for you."
          Storm seconded the motion.
          "It is not right that Harlequin should be forced to leave a secure location out of concern
for others. I agree with Logan. This may give us an opportunity which may not present itself
again. If we know their target, we can use that knowledge to our advantage."
          "Besides," added Cyclops, "getting a shot at Foster is worth a little risk."
          The Professor looked at St. James.
          "I am afraid I agree, Quentin. You are free to go if you wish, but do not do so on our
account. We have survived threats in the past. We will survive this one as well."
          Quinn was torn. These people had survived against adversaries such as Sinister and
Apocalypse. Foster wasn't that big a threat... but who was behind him?
          One factor suddenly decided him.
          "There's a chance that Foster is somehow connected with Jacobson, and if that turns
out to be the case..."
          Hank finished, "... then this would be an excellent opportunity to gain a vital source of
information."
          Turning back to the Professor, Quinn repeated, "But I still think there are too many
bystanders here."
          Charles nodded.
          "I think that we will notify those not present to find sanctuary elsewhere for the moment,
and perhaps Sean and Emma should return to Massachusetts with their students."
          Emma observed, "I'll be needed to get information from Foster if we do capture him.
          Sean can manage for a few days without me."
          Sean nodded. "Aye. We'll leave tomorrow."
          "Very well. Now we need to decide on how to deal with Foster."

                                        **********

          Quinn was out wandering the grounds when Betsy caught up with him.
          "Quinn, wait a moment."
          He paused so that she could catch up.
          "I know that I left a bit suddenly last night. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed last
night very much." She looked at him very pointedly. "Very much. And I meant what I said
about another time. I wasn't just letting you down easily."
          "I enjoyed it every bit as much, as if you couldn't tell. You don't need to worry. I took
you at your word. But that's not why you're here."
          She looked into his eyes and said, "Please, don't leave on my account."
          He smiled that smile that she liked so much.
          "Betsy, if I left, I would have to force myself to leave in spite of you... not because of
you."
          "I was just afraid that you had heard how I had been hurt... during the Sabretooth
incident... and you were afraid something like that might happen again. And I don't want to be
the reason you go, luv."
          He took her hand and raised it to her lips, giving her just a bit of a sexual jolt as he did.
          "I promise."

          The agent with the parabolic microphone asked, "You get all that recorded?"
          The other agent in the repair van threw a switch, backed up the tape and played the
last of the conversation back.
          "Got it."
          "I don't understand what they want with all this stuff. Who cares if two of the X-Men are
getting pelvic with each other? It doesn't get us any closer to Jacobson."
          "You heard our orders. Everything we can get goes in to the files."
          "Yeah, but you have to wonder about who back at HQ is getting their jollies from
listening to this kind of stuff."
          "Pretty tame, if you ask me." Running back the video pick-up and zooming in to get a
good look at Psylocke, he commented, "But I gotta say I'd stick around if that one asked me
to."
          "Yeah. No doubt there. But what's with the face tattoo? Too intense for me."
          "It would take more than that to distract me if I had her between the sheets."
          The first agent looked at the image of Elizabeth Braddock frozen on the screen.
          "Yeah. You got me there."

                                        **********

          Quinn was really quite flattered. It seemed that Betsy wasn't the only one who wanted
him to stick around. Over the next two hours, four other teammates (all female) found some
excuse to seek him out and ask him not to leave. Fortunately, these conversations took place
indoors, so the agents in the van remained ignorant.
          First of all, Tabitha seemed quite upset at the idea of his leaving, however she tried to
put on a tough facade. She made innuendos about his leaving a woman wanting more, about
not being able to handle the pressure. Playing up the role she had cast him in, he simply
leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Tabby-cat, I saw a photo of you as Boom-Boom. You
really should consider letting your hair grow out again. It gives a man something to... hold
onto." He gave her his soft panther growl, at which time Meltdown had a meltdown of her
own... right in her jeans.
          Rogue was the next to tell him to stay. She teased him, and joked about it, but he was
very flattered because he knew she had no illusions about her getting into a relationship with
him. She wanted him there simply because she liked him around.
          The next was Jubilee, who was the one he had actually expected. She had clearly
developed a crush on him, though he had been careful never to let his behavior towards her
get at all suggestive. He had done his best to treat her maturely as a friend, but she had
become rather fixated. He was having a difficult time not being a hypocrite where Jubilee was
concerned. He followed his own set of sexual morals, and he knew calendar age was
irrelevant. What was "legal" had never concerned him. What was "right" was of much greater
importance to him. While Quinn had actually let himself be seduced by a couple of women
under the magic age of 18 in the past, the cases were exceptional and the females involved
mature far beyond their years. Certainly, none were blushing virgins. He admitted to himself
to being tempted by Jubilee... she was cute and humorous and very sincere and amazingly
vulnerable emotionally. The last item was the main reason he knew he couldn't touch her. He
knew he could make her first experience a good one, but he also knew that he would leave
eventually, and Jubilee would feel abandoned if he did. This far outweighed all other
considerations. He really wished her teammate Synch would get a little confidence and solve
the problem for him. Maybe he needed to have a little chat with ol' Ev before they left for
Massachusetts. He managed to escape the conversation with his virtue and hers intact, but it
was a close call.
          The only conversation that surprised him was when Jean sought him out. She wasn't
blatant, but several of the comments she made were quite open to more than one meaning.
Quinn would have assumed he was imagining it, but his sensitive nose told him otherwise.
          Well... it seemed that the Summers marriage was much more open than they let on to the
world. Scott and Storm... Jean and Logan... Well, so long as they were all happy. Again, he
couldn't help but be flattered.
          He knew his stay at the Institute was likely to be interesting. Just how interesting he
was only beginning to find out.

                                        **********

          A bit later, Quinn's computer link spoke up.
          ::Quinn?::
          ::Yes, bella?::
          ::You've got watchers again.::
          ::Oh? Care to be more specific?::
          ::Two pairs. One pair in a van a short way down the street. They're likely to be the two
Mr. Perotti spotted. The others just recently took up position in the woods at the back of the
mansion grounds. They've got some electronics with them, but I haven't noted any mutant
energy signatures from either group.::
          ::The timing is suspicious, if nothing else. Let's notify Charles and see what the others
think.::

          Scott said, "We don't dare try to capture the two new observers while the Feds or
whoever are watching."
          "And there is still no indication who our official observers are?," was Charles worry.
          Harlequin shook his head.
          "Columbina says there is no official investigation being held on the Mansion on anyone
here, at least none that there is any computer record of with any of the outfits she's
monitoring. That includes both SHIELD and Interpol."
          "I find that more disturbing than the alternative."
          "You, too?" It made Quinn much more apprehensive to know that they were under
"unofficial" observation. If it was all above-board, at least they would know that some legal
form had to be observed. With black-bag operations, what went on could get much messier
because the observers didn't need to worry about public relations.
          Scott brought them back to focus.
          "The real question is can we afford to wait, or do we risk trying to capture them now
without being spotted doing it?"
          "It would also be helpful to know if they were connected with Foster, or were even
aware of the new pair," said Quinn.
          "They must know that we caught Perotti by now. Would they think another team would
be more successful, or is there some other reason to have someone out there?"
          Charles put an end to the speculation.
          "We can not answer any of these questions without risk. We risk losing a possible lead
if we wait, and we risk exposing ourselves to danger or adverse publicity if we do not."
          It was Storm who summed it all up.
          "Then it seems that we must force someone into action, whatever that might be."
Quinn nodded and decided to pitch an idea he'd been toying with.
          "Okay. Let's see what you think of this..."

                                        **********

          Quinn and Scott walked down the drive to Quinn's car, talking as they went.
          "I won't be gone long."
          Scott shook his head, trying to talk Quinn out of leaving.
          "This is a stupid idea. Why don't you just sit tight until we can assign a team to go with
you? There's safety in numbers."
          "What's the big deal, Scott? I run down to the park, meet with our 'man who came in
from the cold', and we're back in thirty minutes, tops. If he doesn't show, fine. If he does, then
we can put an end to all this mess right now."
          "I still don't like it."
          "Relax, Scott. If I'm not back by..." he checked his watch, "... twenty 'til, then you can
send out the search parties. In the mean time, just chill out."
          He slid behind the wheel of the expensive auto.
          Scott said, "Twenty 'til. Any later, and we come looking."
          Quinn waved a hand casually, put the car into gear, pulled onto the main road and
accelerated out of sight.

**********

          It took Foster and Morgan about ten minutes to carefully work their way through the
trees into position so they had a clear view of the heavily forested road the car would return
on. The Arab had told them that the mansion would be under observation by agents from
SHIELD, and sure enough, a repair van had pulled away just moments after the Harlequin
character had left.
          Settling themselves into a sheltered spot, both men checked their equipment once
again out of habit.
          "What if the SHIELD guys are still following him when he gets back?"
          "The Arab didn't say, but one thing he did say was he didn't care if bystanders got hurt."
          Clicking off the safety of his automatic rifle, Morgan said, "That's clear enough. It's
just... SHIELD agents. That's gonna really bring down some heat."
          "Yeah," grinned Foster. "Maybe we can find some way to make it look like Xavier's pet
muties did it. Wouldn't that just be too bad?"
          They only had to wait a few minutes before the car came into sight down the stretch of
empty blacktop. There was no sign of the SHIELD van. The stylish import was probably going
close to sixty as it drew near.
          Foster and Morgan both shouldered their weapons as Foster said, "Doesn't he know it's
not safe to speed?", and the first bolt from his pulse rifle shattered the windshield.
          Bullets from Morgan's gun stitched across the careening car as Foster's second shot
struck the driver's window and the car went out of control. It skidded wildly, fishtailed back and
finally left the roadway and plowed into the embankment, spinning like some insane toy back
across the asphalt surface before it crashed into the ditch on the other side of the road,
coming to rest on its roof.
          "Let's move out," barked Foster as he heard another vehicle fast approaching. He had
hoped to be able to make sure the job was finished up close, but he knew no one could have
survived both the gunfire and the crash. Now, all they needed to do was get proof and report
in to the Arab, and they'd collect a big, fat bonus.
          "Goin' somewhere?" growled an unfamiliar voice.
          "Y'all cain't be leavin' without takin' a bow," drawled a female voice from above.
          Neither gunman had heard a thing to indicate others in the area, so they reacted a bit
wildly. Both commandos began firing into the trees in the direction of the voices as the sound
of squealing tires announced the arrival of yet more unwelcome visitors. They could just make
out an occasional glimpse of movement, but never enough to give them a good target.
          Morgan and Foster pulled back into a defensive position against a large tree, trying to
wait for a clear shot at the forms they saw moving through the vegetation.
          Suddenly the tree at their back was shaken by an explosion, making the two men cover
to avoid flying debris.
          When they came up, their former targets, one male and one female, were virtually on
top of them.
          "Shit!" exclaimed Morgan as he swung his rifle around, trying to squeeze off a shot at
point-blank range, but Rogue was having nothing to do with that. Grabbing the gun, she
swung it around by the barrel, thinking that she would simply remove it from the gunman's
possession. Unfortunately for Morgan, he had wrapped his arm through the shoulder strap to
stabilize the gun while firing. This resulted in his following the gun as it sailed over Rogue's
head.
          "Oops!" she exclaimed, but not very sincerely.
          Morgan was more durable than most humans, and he had shed himself of the broken
weapon and was going for the backup pistol in his belt when Rogue's first punch caught him.
She didn't hold back much, and he lifted off the ground to land unceremoniously in a large
bush which helped to cushion his fall. He groggily gained his feet, wondering why Foster
wasn't shooting at her as her fist took him in the stomach. Morgan then concentrated on being
violently and noisily ill for several minutes.
          The reason Foster hadn't been shooting was that he was rather preoccupied with
troubles of his own. Logan was inside the range of his pulse rifle before he could fire a shot,
and so he had settled into a hand-to-hand stance, his wicked-looking knife in one hand as his
fingers flexed, hoping to grab hold of Logan so that he could drive the knife home. Wolverine
was almost a foot shorter than Foster, but Foster was too experienced in combat to judge his
opponent by size alone.
          "Come on, bub. You gonna keep dancin', or are we gonna do this?" Wolverine taunted
in his gravel voice. He lifted his right hand and extended his claws with a metallic "snick". If
Foster had any doubt about who his opponents were, they vanished at that moment.
          Shit, he thought. He'd been had, just like some rookie walking into a trap. Still, he
wasn't completely unprepared. He was a professional soldier, and kept an ace up his sleeve.
          Keeping a careful eye on Logan, he reached behind himself and pulled out his "surprise
package" that he kept for just such an occasion. The handle of the grenade flew off as Foster
dropped the grenade at Logan's feet and dove for cover.
          "Grenade!" cried Logan as he tried to get behind a nearby tree for cover, the explosion
sending shrapnel in all directions...

          Cyclops was at the wreck just moments after their car stopped moving.
          God, what a stupid idea, he thought as he looked at the condition of the vehicle. Not
one section of the body was undamaged. All of the windows were a solid sheet of cracks
except where holes from bullets or pulse bolts had punched holes. The whole thing looked
like something out of a death scene from a Mafia movie. There was no way someone was
walking away from that mess.
          "Harlequin?!" he called without hope, and began looking for some way to pull a body
from inside the tangled mass. Stupid, stupid idiot. He should have never let them talk him into
going along with this crazy plan.
          Cyclops got to what had been the driver's door and a narrow optic blast got rid of the
door latch, letting him grab and pull at the metal. It moved slightly but didn't give.
Another explosion from the trees made the team leader jump. Dammit, Gambit,
somebody must have heard that! He didn't consider that the explosion might not be Gambit's
doing, or he would have another reason to worry.
          Focus and deal with his part of the plan...
          "Rogue!" he shouted. "I need a hand!"
          He was shocked when a voice from inside the vehicle called out, "Watch it, Scott!" and
the door shuddered, struck from the inside. It moved several inches, plowing up dirt from
outside as it was forced open. Feet again kicked the door, and another few inches of gap
appeared.
          Rogue appeared and whistled at the sight.
          "What a mess!"
          "Hold tight!" was Scott's order to Quinn as Rogue took hold of one side of the crumpled
hunk of metal and carefully rolled it back onto its wheels.
          When it came to rest, another impact struck the inside of the door, and it was forced
wide enough to allow Harlequin to slither out the gap. He pulled off the flame-resistant cap
that covered his head and shook himself, shedding several shards of glass in the process.
          "I'm gettin' too old for this shit..." he muttered.
          "Ya'll right, sugah?"
          He nodded. "Kicked my web up to 'three' and ducked when the first shot hit the
windshield. It was a bumpy ride for a few moments there. Felt like the only pea inside a tin
can in a hurricane. I was more concerned with what to do if it caught fire. It would have been
tougher to explain away a burning vehicle. Our plausible diversion won't hold up under too
close an inspection."
          "Then let's move it," said Cyclops, again taking command. "Wolverine! Gambit! Let's
move!" Scott had little doubt that they could take care of themselves against two non-mutant
opponents, unaware that the explosion had not been of Gambit's making.
          A few seconds later, both missing team members appeared, dragging the would-be
assassins bound and unconscious.
          "All set," called Logan. There were several holes in his clothes, and several nasty
looking gashes matching them in his skin, but they seemed to be healing already.
          Gambit was rather dirty, but his clothes were intact.
          "What's wrong?" asked Cyclops. "You two slowing down?"
          "We got de bad guys. What more you want, mon frere?" asked Remy.
          Scott went to the jeep and hit the horn in a distinctive pattern. As he got back to
Harlequin and Rogue, he commented, "This would all be a lot easier if we didn't have to worry
about the authorities interfering."
          Quinn agreed. "Yeah, but we don't know who is on their side. Better to avoid questions
as much as we can."
          Moments later, Bobby's old sedan pulled up, and he began pulling materials out of the
back seat. Several tarps were quickly thrown over the wreck and a professional-looking movie
camera set up by the road. The villains were put into the back seat of the sedan with Logan
watching over them closely. The moment things were set, they'd get them back to the
mansion, but until then they needed all hands in case of emergency.
          "Are we ready? Where's Storm?"
          At her name, the leader of the X-Men's gold team climbed out of the passenger seat of
Bobby's car.
          Quinn took one look and said, "Pardon me for being unprofessional, but ah-oooo!"
          When he had set up the scenario, Quinn had told Storm that they would need a
distraction to cover the many things they should have for their cover story but hadn't time to
arrange for. What they needed was someone to keep any witnesses focused on what they did
have rather than what was missing... like lighting equipment, a technical crew, and twenty
other essentials to movie making. They planned to divert attention by having her dress so that
she would look like the starlet in a very low-budget action feature. She had taken him very
literally.
          Here she was, dressed in a very cropped tank top that showed a great deal of
underboob, faded cut-offs and tennis shoes. She had chosen to omit the bra. The effect was
everything they might have wished for.
          Quinn moved to the tremendously sexy woman and said, "Storm, any man who pays
any attention to anything but you doesn't have a pulse." Much more quietly, he said to her,
"Thank you."
          She gave him a brief smile.
          "May we please get this over with." She might be much less sexually repressed than
before, but she was still self-conscious dressed like some brainless bimbo. She might be able
to walk around the mansion grounds without clothes, but this... this was degrading for her at
best.
          Scott yelled, "Everyone ready? Let's clear the set!"
          Logan got behind the wheel of the jeep, Scott got into Bobby's car with Gambit taking
the passenger seat, and Rogue took to the air. All three parties rolled off down the road,
leaving Quinn, Storm, and Bobby behind. Quinn had wished for more players to fill the roles,
but he hadn't wanted to use anyone who was obviously mutant or might be easily connected
to the mansion. Damn, he should have included Tabitha...
          ::Collie... notify the wrecker.::
          On his brief trip into town, Quinn had managed to lose the SHIELD team without too
much trouble. He had then paid a tow-truck driver $500 in cash (any more would have made
him suspicious) to block the road with his truck, telling him it was so they could shoot a car
crash scene for their movie. He had also let the driver know that they had not exactly gotten
the proper permits for the filming, so he would appreciate it if he kept it quiet... "You know what
I mean?"
          The driver had given him a knowing nod, promising that nobody would get by until he
heard otherwise.
          Now the tow truck was rolling down the road, lights flashing, a line of half-a-dozen cars
lined up behind. A limo Quinn had contracted was among them. It rolled up and stopped near
where the "shoot" was taking place. Drivers gawked as they cruised by, trying to see if they
recognized any stars, or see what was under the tarps.
          The tow driver was soon sweeping glass shards off the pavement.
          "You folks should come more prepared," he said, and smiled at Storm. He smiled at
Storm a lot. In fact, after anything he did, he smiled at Storm.
          "Much more of that and his face is gonna cramp," said Bobby sotto voce.
          "It must be hurting him a lot, 'cuz his face is killin' me," replied Quinn, cribbing the old
schoolyard joke.
          In about fifteen minutes, the wreck was loaded, the site cleared, and Storm and the
"crew" were in the limo, heading back to the mansion.
          "What's he gonna do with your car, Quinn?" asked Bobby. "It's gonna be a little
obvious sitting in the Institute's driveway."
          "I needed a place for my shuttle, so I rented an old private runway about five miles from
here. Hasn't been used for years, but the hangars are still there. He'll put it in the unoccupied
hangar until we can figure some way of disposing of the wreck without arousing questions."
          "Yeah. Bullet holes are hard to explain away."

                                        **********

          As soon as they got back to the mansion, the captives were hustled inside without
being witnessed since the SHIELD agents were still trying to find Quinn at "the park", but not
sure which park he was referring to in the conversation staged for their benefit. The agents
really couldn't be blamed for making such an amateurish mistake, since they were the only two
assigned to this detail, and they had been without enough sleep for most of a week now.
They'd hoped to put a tracker on the expensive import, but hadn't had the chance yet.
          While Scott, Emma and the Professor were extracting information from the new
captives and Remy went off to clean up, Logan went to his quarters to change.
          Getting a whiff of Jean at close range, Logan quickly began to feel stirrings from below
his beltline. She was wearing her favorite perfume, but he could also catch her natural female
fragrance underlying it. She had been anticipating sex on her way here.
          "Hmmm... how 'bout if you leave off that and distract me from the pain some other
way." He reached up and began to run his fingers over the hair at the side of her face.
          "No, Logan. You stop that so I at least make sure." She didn't need him getting
impatient on her. It was bad enough that she was having to concentrate while running her
hands over his hard muscles, checking to see if there were unhealed wounds. They were
dealing with mutant haters and they'd already shown a capacity to prevent them from using
their talents. Logan was the kind who would simply ignore any wounds out of habit, and she
didn't know if they had some way of preventing him from healing somehow. Her instincts were
already getting her well primed. The violence of it tapped an unconscious response from her.
It certainly didn't help when his hand was next caressing her breast through the fabric of
her exercise top.
          She twisted away, saying, "Logan, stop that!" A moment later, "I said stop that!"
          He might have obeyed her if her nipple hadn't twanged to attention at his touch.
          She had to grab his hand and push it away.
          "Stop behaving like a kid, Logan. Let me finish here." She was checking the area of
his right shoulder when his roaming hand found her other nipple and tweaked it pointedly.
          "Logan, you are impossible!" She grabbed his hand and actually knelt on it so that she
could continue. She had most of the job done and only a spot or two remained to be checked
over.
          "I ain't impossible, Red, just improbable." He took one of her wrists with his free hand,
pulled her up until he could get his other hand free without hurting her, then took her other
hand as well. Holding her up slightly, he leaned forward and planted an impatient kiss on her
inviting lips.
          Jean was only upset with him for a moment, then she returned his kiss as she let her
own impatience get the better of her.
          In moments, possible wounds were forgotten and the rest of their clothes joined
Logan's ruined shirt on the floor.
          She wrapped one hand around his incredible erection, pumping it firmly up and down
several times.
          With a mock-growl, he took her hand by the wrist and pulled it away.
          "It don't need more of that. Any more and it'll spit in your eye. I got other plans for
you."
          He took her other wrist as well, then pinned them behind her back with powerful hand.
When she started to object, he said gruffly, "Shut up, Red. You're takin' what I'm offerin'." He
knew what Jean enjoyed from him, and he intended for her to enjoy herself a lot.
Holding her pinioned in this position, he leaned forward and grabbed one of her erect
nipples between his sharp teeth, sending a jab of pain through her. He growled again, and
          Jean almost melted. Logan could push her limits better than Scott had ever dared.
His rough tongue rasped across the nub in his teeth, and shivers ran over Jean's body
in reflex. Moving to the other nipple, he did the same thing again, and her shivers grew even
stronger. Her scent told him she was ready.
          Still keeping his controlling hold on her, he flipped her over, face down on the bed, her
backside raised high and her marvelous breasts pressed into the covers. With her arms
crossed behind her like this, she was at the mercy of whatever he intended. Experience had
shown Logan that Jean loved it when he simply took control and did whatever he wanted.
          Only once after he had pinned her down and fucked her anally for far too long had she later
asked him if he minded if they not do that very often. She had come an incredible number of
times, but she spent most of the following day in bed without having sex at all, her abused
rectum complained so much. She didn't have his healing ability and while she'd discovered a
great enjoyment in anal, there was too much of a good thing where it was concerned.
          Tonight, he was in something of a mood.
          He moved up behind her upraised derriere and began to rub the end of his rampant
cock up and down, starting at her mound, running over her pink labia and stroking back all the
way to her puckered anus, then returning. He continued several times, and she shifted some
so that the lips of her pussy parted enough to excite her even more.
          Each time he ran across her opening, she moaned slightly. But Logan wanted to push
things a bit. The next time the head of his dick was against her asshole, he stopped and used
a bit more pressure. Jean whimpered a bit, but didn't say anything more, so he pushed a bit
more. Again came the sound, a bit more like a sob this time, but still no words. He gave a
quiet growl and pushed enough so that the he could feel the tight ring begin to splay as the
head of his cock begin to force its way inside her.
          This time there was a definite cry from the gorgeous redhead, but she managed,
          "Logan... please... no."
          With a growl of disappointment that was only half faked, he eased off gently, backed
away a bit and lowered his aim until he was at the entrance of her slippery vagina. He could
feel her relax a bit, and his mood reasserted itself.
          "Okay, Red. As you wish..." and he thrust forward hard, impaling her on his fleshy
lance in one savage motion.
          "Ggggaaah..." was all Jean managed before he was buried deep and she was unable
to take any more of him.
          Suddenly the feral thing within Logan was in control just as it had been in the
warehouse when Jacobson's pheromone had robbed him of any thought. The animal knew
what it wanted. He began ramming away at her like some great machine, and she cried out
into the blankets against her face as he used her so thoroughly. There was no gentleness, no
romance, only simple animal need. Each thrust pushed her face and breasts into the covers
on his bed as he held her wrists and used them for leverage, pounding into her fiercely.
          While the suddenness of the assault had taken Jean by surprise, in moments her body
was eagerly accepting the rough treatment and demanding more. The pure, raw sexuality of it
was overwhelming, and Jean's response was just as violent and sudden.
          "Don't... stop... don't... nnna... aaahH!" The bed shook even more violently as her body
was gripped by a huge orgasm. Logan felt her cunt grip him in time to the waves of pleasure
that rocked her to her foundations, but he didn't even slow down. One thing Logan had was
stamina, and he wasn't ready to finish yet. He continued to slam away, only incidentally
noticing when she came a second time... and a third.
          Jean became lost to the world as Logan continued to use her, stacking one climax atop
another for the receptive woman. That she could just let go and enjoy a pure uninhibited fuck
was so liberating, her body rewarded her with an incredible number of soul-satisfying, gutwrenching
orgasms.
          Suddenly Logan changed positions slightly. He released her wrists, but his grip just
shifted to holding her down by her neck, still forcing her face and ample chest down into the
blankets of his bed, all without missing a stroke.
          Her new position was even more submissive than the previous, and if anything, it
turned Jean on even more. She was ready to skyrocket yet again, but she knew that this time
she wouldn't be alone. Logan's hips were giving just a little extra lift at the end of each thrust
that meant he was ready to come, and Jean was ready as well.
          Starting with a bass growl that quickly rose into a half-howl, he stabbed away as Jean
felt his come spurt inside her. She was inwardly drenched and part of his semen ran freely
down her inner thighs, but she was only half aware because she too was lost as wave after
wave of heat-lightning seared its way through her system, her orgasm filling her world as
Logan filled her eager pussy. Her nails dug deeply into the blankets as she buried her face in
the bed so that she might scream out the unbelievable pleasure she was feeling.
          And then it was over. They both lay on the bed, he still deeply buried within her, she
unable to do more than gasp for breath as she tried to bring her world back into focus.
          Logan was quick to recover. "Maybe I outta get blown up more often if I get this kinda
care."
          "Don't... even... think... about... it."
          "Then maybe next time I might get hurt I'll see if Storm can patch me up."
          Jean replied, even more strongly, "Don't... EVEN... think... about... it."

                                        **********

          "So, what did you discover from our friend, Mr. Foster?"
          Emma replied, "We discovered, among other things, that he has a cesspool for a mind.
Pardon me, but I feel in great need of a shower." She walked off without another word.
          Quinn's eyebrow went up. "That bad, huh?"
          "I believe that Emma still has not shared all that she learned from Mr. Foster's mind,"
said the Professor.
          "Sounds like something to be grateful for. But what about the Arab connection?"
          Scott took up the line of conversation. "They don't work closely together, but Foster
reports regularly to an Arab he thinks of as 'the Colonel'."
          Quinn quipped, "I assume he doesn't sell fried chicken for a living."
          "He represents big money... either his own or some big boss even Foster doesn't know
about. Whoever it is, they've got enough money to drop $250 million on five of the guns like
we took from Fade. The scary thing is that they're not concerned about the money... they just
want the gun back."
          The Professor continued, "It also seems that you are something of a concern to them,
Quentin. When the Colonel learned of your being here, he ordered Foster to make your
elimination his first priority."
          Quinn nodded. "The conversation Columbina intercepted."
          "So it would seem. It is also Mr. Foster's impression that when his failure is discovered,
that another attempt will be made."
          "Any chance the Colonel will try himself?"
          "None. It seems he operates strictly behind the scenes."
          "Any idea how long we have before the next attempt is likely."
          "Mr. Foster assumed it would take several days before another attempt was made."
          "Too bad we can't convince them the attempt was successful, but that would require a
body, and I'm not too keen to volunteer for the job." Quinn knew that Columbina with her
replicators could create a lifeless clone that could pass examination as Quinn, but he really
didn't want to give anyone a body which could yield entirely too much information about him to
someone motivated enough to try. And besides, he didn't want to give up his cover as
Quentin St. James yet. He liked this world and the people in it... especially the females he
was getting to know.
          "He also knows that there are agents from SHIELD watching the Institute, but it seems
that he was concerned over their observing his attempt on you life. Emma said he was quite
prepared to eliminate them as well if they witnessed your 'accident'."
          "So he knows who they are, but they aren't working with him. That's a relief. At least
they won't come knocking with a search warrant when Foster doesn't show again. However,
I'm still wondering why there's no official record of the surveillance."
          "It seems that Mr. Foster was under the impression that the SHIELD agents were
watching for evidence concerning Anthony Jacobson."
          "Speaking of which, what does Foster know about Jacobson. Did he sell them the
projectors?"
          "It seems not. In fact, Mr. Foster thinks that they might be here to carry out the
termination contract on Renegade."
          Quinn was confused. "Wait a minute. SHIELD isn't one of the agencies with the
sanction order. Hold on."
          He contacted Columbina via his implant.
          ::Bella girl?::
          ::Ready and waiting.::
          ::Which agencies have the "shoot to kill" order on Jacobson?::
          She rattled off several agencies.
          ::That was my impression. Thanks, sweetheart. I'm glad you're around to do my
thinking for me.::
          To Scott and the Professor he said, "The termination order is Federal but doesn't
involve SHIELD. So if Foster knew about the contract on Jacobson, that means that he's
somehow got a source of information about the Jacobson affair that isn't SHIELD. Which
leads me to one question? Who ordered the hit on Anthony Jacobson, and why?" He
pondered a moment, then said, "Let me check one thing..."
          ::I'm back, Collie.::
          ::Interruptions, interruptions. What now?::
          ::Of all the players in the Jacobson story, who would have access to the computers of
the agencies with the sanction order for Jacobson?::
          ::Several heads of bureaus, but only Winnifred Collier is currently under investigation.::
          ::Did you ever discover any connection between Collier and any of the other players?::
          ::I discovered a tenuous link between Collier and the man who took the video tape.::
          ::How tenuous?::
          ::An ex-brother-in-law. Divorced Collier's sister six years ago. Marriage only lasted just
over two weeks.::
          Quinn felt like he'd just been handed the key he'd been looking for.
          ::Bella babe, I'm just sorry you aren't protein people so I could kiss you on the lips!
Thank you!::
          Quinn announced, "We have a bingo! Now, who do we know who can get a story on
the evening news?"
          After bringing McCoy into the conversation, it was only a matter of about fifteen minutes
before they had a plan of action, and Hank was saying into the phone receiver, "Yes, if I might
be able to speak with Trish Trilby, please. Doctor Henry McCoy calling..."

                                        **********

          That night, Quinn knocked at the door of the room Natalya was staying in.
          Her wonderfully accented voice answered, "Please, come in, Quentin."
          "Natalya, do you have a minute?"
          Setting aside her book, she smiled. "I am all yours."
          He closed the door and said, "I think we need to get you back home."
          "Home?" She seemed puzzled. "Why?"
          "I don't think it's going to be safe for you here."
          She gave a little laugh.
          "I am safer here than where I came from."
          It was Quinn's turn to look puzzled.
          "Come." She patted the bed next to her. "Sit with me. It is time you heard why I came
here."
          "I assumed you ended up here by accident."
          She shook her head. "I was coming to the Institute when the men..." She stopped.
          "Let me start earlier."
          Her story was slightly disjointed, but he managed to follow her.
          "My family came from outside St. Petersburg. We moved to America when I was 14.
Now, my parents live in California, but we are no longer close.
          "We did not have much money. When I turned eighteen, I wished to go to college, but
they could not afford to send me to school, so I moved out. I began earning my way through
university as an escort in Las Vegas, where prostitution is legal but regulated." She said it in
an off-hand manner, not at all ashamed by this admission.
          "I was licensed and paid my taxes. I was careful. I did well in college and graduated
with honors. My parents did not care. They only cared how I earned my living. So..." She
shrugged.
          "I liked my job. The work was seldom unpleasant, and often very enjoyable, so I did not
quit when I graduated. I continued taking graduate classes in art for pleasure while working."
She smiled. "It was not always work."
          Then she sobered.
          "But a week ago, I had a problem. A new client I did not know came to me and said he
was looking for something 'very exotic'. He said that he had heard I had a 'special talent'. You
see, sometimes during sex, I will change... as you saw me the other day. Most of the men I
have done this for have enjoyed it very much. Then I can do things... not normal things.
          "So for him, I did. As we made love, I changed."
          She looked away from Quinn before continuing.
          "It was not good. He was like the men who chased me in the park yesterday. He
began to slap me, calling me 'mutie whore' and worse. He started to beat me harder, and I
knew he would not stop. I managed to get my legs between us and I pushed... hard.
          "You see, when I change, my muscles are much stronger, and I was frightened by his
hate. He went through a large window and was badly hurt."
          She stopped again, pain radiating from her as she relived the event.
          "It turned out the man was someone important. The police said that they thought it
would be best if I left Nevada, and did not return. I am from Russia. When police tell you this,
it is wise to listen. I packed one bag and left that night.
          "When I was in college, I met a man who knew of my... heritage, and he told me if I was
ever in need, that I should come here to the Xavier Institute and tell them James Proudfoot
sent me.
          "So I am here, and I have no place else to go. But I am among people like me, who do
not judge me by genes. I have met people I like very much." She reached out and took
Quinn's hand, letting him know he was one of them.
          "Would you ask me to leave, knowing now why I am here?"
          He shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment.
          "Good, because I would not want to leave before I could thank you... as I intended to
last night."
          Remembering her interruption of Betsy and himself, he realized what she meant even if
her next statement hadn't removed all doubt.
          "Tell me, Quinn, are you and Betsy... involved?" She ran her hand up his arm.
          "I'm not sure what you mean by 'involved'."
          "Will I cause you problems if I seduce you?"
          It was probably the gentlest yet most direct proposition he'd ever had.
          "No. In fact, Betsy suggested that I should leave myself open to other possibilities."
          She smiled, and Quinn decided it was a very nice smile.
          Then he hesitated. This was his third night at the mansion, and this would be the third
woman he had made love with since arriving, something of a record, even for a man like
Harlequin. Still, he was incredibly drawn to Natalya, and he did not want to hurt her. For
some women, this was the only way they could express how they felt.
          He though to himself, God, I am such a slut sometimes.
          She interrupted his train of thought.
          "It does not bother you to know I have been... no, am... a prostitute?"
          He smiled at her and answered truthfully.
          "No, it doesn't bother me. But you see, I'm not from here. Where I come from, they're
not called prostitutes. They are hetaerae. The successful ones are considered great artists.
An awful lot of young girls grow up with dreams of becoming a great hetaera. Few actually
have the emotional aptitude for the profession. Sexual skill is only one aspect of a true
hetaera's art."
          She smiled in return.
          "Yours sounds like a happier place to live. And just where is this paradise?"
          He wasn't quite ready to discuss his unusual origins with her yet, knowing how
outrageous it would sound, so he merely said, "Tertius is far from here."
          Wistfully she said, "It sounds like another universe from my world."
          Quinn managed not to laugh out loud.
          "It does, doesn't it?"
          She brought them back to the subject.
          "There is something making you hesitate, Quinn. I have made a very direct pass at
you, and while you have not refused me, you have not accepted either" She gave him a very
sultry smile. "I seldom have this problem with men I like."
          "That I can believe."
          He took her by the hand and very tenderly kissed it, being sure not to use his special
talent to affect her.
          "You have no reason to thank me for anything I've done for either you or Maria. I did it
for the pleasure of doing it. You do not need to seduce me to show your gratitude."
          Surprisingly, she agreed.
          "Very well. I will consider you thanked. I will not sleep with you out of gratitude."
          Quinn was relieved, but also disappointed. God, being noble really sucked sometimes.
          This time, she took his hand and placed a kiss on his palm.
          "But Quentin, now I have a problem. I find that I am incredibly attracted to you, and I
would very much like to take you to bed and show you how much I desire you, but I have no
noble excuse to hide behind."
          So saying, she took the hand she held and as she looked directly into his eyes, pressed
it very deliberately to her left breast.
          Well, there was no doubt the lady knew what she wanted.
          "You are a lady that I just can't refuse," and he gently caressed the marvelous mound
beneath his fingers.
          She purred softly and said, "I am not a lady. I am a whore who loves sex very much."
          He gave her a look that said he didn't approve of her choice of words.
          "Perhaps a lady who loves sex very much."
          "Perhaps a lady who wishes that her gentleman would stop talking and make her very,
very happy."
          Quinn was only too glad to comply.
          It wasn't their first kiss, so they had some idea what to expect, but since they knew
neither of them was going anywhere this time, the raw heat of the kiss surprised and delighted
both of them.
          He told himself that this time he would use no special talent to help her enjoy. He
suspected that this time, there was no need.
          He was right.
          Quinn was incredibly happy to find a woman who loved to kiss as much as he did.
Natalya was amazingly oral, and she was what he thought of as a perfect kissing partner. She
was neither overly aggressive nor too submissive. She was a willing participant in every
aspect of the kiss, meeting him with a passion that proved how much she wanted him in every
way.
          Her lips were sensuous and warm, her tongue soft and questing, and her body
exquisite and willing as it pressed tight against his own. Her fingers found their way into his
hair as he took her face between his hands and kissed her very thoroughly. His deeper growl
of sensual desire was often drowned out by her higher moans of rising excitement.
          They lay back on the bed, locked tight in embrace as they continued to do nothing but
kiss, both consumed by the intensity of the act. There was no leader, no follower. They
kissed as if this was what they were both born to do.
          For ten, perhaps fifteen minutes, lips caressed, tongues played and swirled around one
another in a dance of increasing passion. More and more often, Natalya found herself nipping
at his lips with her teeth as she teetered on the edge.
          Suddenly, she clamped her mouth tight to his, her hands locked into his hair as her
muscles locked and she trembled, giving an incredible groan into his mouth. Then she bucked
and repeated the process. Quinn needed no psychic power to tell him his gorgeous bed-mate
was coming from nothing more than a kiss.
          It was the first climax of many that night.
          Quinn thought he was going to enjoy making Natalya very, very happy. He knew she
would make him very happy in return.
          She rested her forehead against his chest as she regained her breath. Then she
looked up at him with a smile that was very pleased... and very wicked. She bared her perfect
white teeth and gave a predatory growl of her own as she lunged forward and locked her lips
to his again.
          It only took about two minutes this time before Natalya trembled and whimpered into his
mouth, shaking with another small orgasm.
          They broke the kiss reluctantly as she began to come down. Both were panting heavily,
and as he looked into her radiant face, he said, "One more kiss like that and I'm going to be
joining you."
          She smiled at the compliment,but said, "That would only be fair."
          "I have another idea," he said as he kissed the side of her throat, then began slowly
kissing down to the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. His tongue flicked out and
tickled the sensitive spot, and she purred in response, then he bit the spot gently but firmly,
making a sound akin to a panther.
          She panted out, then moaned as his teeth nipped at her skin. He pulled the shoulder of
her blouse down, exposing more of her pale pink flesh and he continued to kiss down and
around, never rushing, willing to spend all night to make her feel cherished. She began to
writhe sensually as his lips followed the contours of her body.
          Impatience finally got the better of her. Gently pushing him away, she stood by the
bed, stepped out of her shoes, then raised her arms, stretching in a way that thrust her
beautiful breasts forward aggressively.
          "Quentin, will you please undress me?"
          He could think of nothing which would let her know how much he wanted to do just that,
so he simply sat forward, smiled and reached for her.
          Her tight knit top fit her snugly, so he slid his hands up her shapely hips until he could
get his hands under the fabric. Then, slowly gathering it as he slid his hands up the smooth
skin over her ribs, he got to the point where the material was gathered up under her breasts,
but there it stopped, impeded by the impressive change of terrain.
          "Go on," she said with a languorous smile.
          He shifted his hands so that he was able to lever the stretchy knit up, increasing the
pressure until both wonderful breasts suddenly popped out of their confinement. He had her
figured at about a 34D, not that numbers mattered. She was exquisite, and that was what did.
          "Hel-lo!" said Quinn appreciatively, and she replied, "Why, thank you."
          He finished peeling her top up and over her head and outstretched arms, then
proceeded on to her equally snug slacks. Unbuttoning the top of her fly, he made a production
of drawing down her zipper very slowly. As he reached the bottom, he was greeted by a small
patch of shiny vibrant electric blue fabric.
          "My, my! Subtle, aren't we?"
          Instead of responding, she simple wiggled her hips back and forth to help Quinn get her
slacks down more easily. Stepping out of them, she waited for him to complete the job. The
small band of stretchy blue material followed her pants, revealing a tiny wisp of pale blonde
hair crowning the summit of her sex, so pale it almost disappeared.
          "Incredible," he breathed, and he leaned forward to place a very gentle kiss on her
mound. A hint of sweet fragrance greeted him.
          She gave a soft purr of pleasure, and so he followed up his first kiss with another.
          Giving a purr of his own, he began nuzzling and kissing at the sensitive skin inside her
thighs. Putting a hand behind one of her legs, he lifted it until she could rest her foot on the
bed.
          "Mmmmm," she moaned expressively as he placed his next kiss directly on the lips of
her exquisite blossom, then she gave a little gasp as his tongue snaked out and flicked up
their length. His strong hands kneaded her round backside as he continued to tongue away at
the folds of her, growing bolder as her breathy exclamations urged him on. She tasted very
clean and slightly spicy, like cinnamon, and he realized she had probably washed herself
inside with a flavored douche. Obviously, she was a considerate woman who planned ahead.
          Reaching up, he gently parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers, pulling back the
petals to show the perfect bud within.
          After a suitable interval, he gently caressed her clitoris with his tongue several times,
swirling it around and around the sensitive bead of flesh, bringing gasps of pleasure from the
Russian beauty. Then, he began to flick his tongue up and down rapidly.
          The result was most gratifying. Natalya started to whimper a high note again and
again, shaking all over as her body was thrust into sudden climax. One hand clawed at his
shoulder as the other clutched at his hair, mashing her vagina against his mouth. She
hunched herself as she came, his flickering tongue driving her on to higher pleasure.
          As her exclamations rose to a peak, his fingers pulled back the sheath from her clit and
he locked his lips directly on the tiny bundle of nerve ends, sucking and drawing his tongue
against it strongly.
          Natalya's legs buckled at the new assault on her senses. She had to clutch at Quinn
desperately to keep from falling as her body was overwhelmed by the heat lightning from her
loins, and she gasped out at the incredible sensation washing over her.
          Quinn realized that Natalya was having troubles standing, so he reached up behind her
with both hands, his arms going under her legs until he had lifted her completely off the
ground, his mouth still buried firmly in her sex, and his hands supporting her back. She was
surprised at how easily he lifted her, but as he continued his inspired oral explorations, she
simply let herself go and surrendered herself to him, trusting him not to drop her.
With incredible gentleness, he turned and lowered her down onto the bed, his lips still
sucking exquisitely at her joy button. As she lay back, she was wracked again by a massive
climax, and she feebly pushed at his head to make him stop, her overloaded system unable to
stand more for the moment.
          He lay down beside her, and she wrapped herself tightly to him as she waited for her
trembling to subside.
          After a few minutes, she had recovered and decided that it was her turn to please him.
          Throwing a leg over him, she straddled his hips, sat up, and began unbuttoning his shirt, a
smile of anticipation lighting her face. When she had unhooked the final button, she ran her
hands up across his hard stomach and smooth chest, delighting at the feel of him. She
leaned forward, pressing her perfect breasts against his skin and sliding up until her lips
closed over his. Kissing hims strongly, her fingers deftly opened his belt as her tongue dueled
with his.
          She managed to work his pants open and a bit down his thighs before she was forced
to break their kiss so that she could complete skinning off his trousers. He lay back, letting her
finish the job, and she smiled appreciatively at the sight of his body.
          She knelt beside him and slowly ran her hands down his body, her soft fingers following
every contour of his form. He gave a small purr of pleasure as she trailed her fingers down his
skin, gently running them ever so lightly over his semi-erect cock before continuing her tour of
exploration down his muscular legs.
          After familiarizing herself with Quinn's body, she smiled and leaned down, again
pressing her beautiful breasts to him while her rosy lips found his nipple and began kissing
and nibbling.
          He responded with an "rrrr" as his fingers slipped into her hair, and she tongued the
small, darker circle of flesh. As she did, her other hand slowly slid up his leg until she could
wrap it around his delightful member. She moved her mouth to his other nipple as she began
to massage his cock, chuckling her delight as it stirred and began to stiffen even more under
her fingers. Again, small sub-vocal noises came from him, telling her how wonderfully she
was doing.
          She had begun to kiss her way down his stomach, making a slow but deliberate beeline
for his now erect cock, when he stopped her by taking her by the upper arm and saying,
          "Not yet," as he drew her back up the bed.
          Natalya was rather surprised since most men were usually steering her face to their
crotch, eager to have her wrap her talented lips around their waiting cock rather than steering
her away.
          He pulled her up full length so that he could enjoy the incredible feel of her body against
his, and he proceeded to kiss her... hard. She clutched at him and ground her sweet curves
into him as she moaned high in her throat.
          Oh, but she loved the way he kissed!
          He broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her front until he was at her marvelous
chest, where he began to lick and kiss more intensely. His hand came up to cup and squeeze
as his mouth busied itself at one rosy peak, making her squirm and gasp. She had very
responsive nipples, and they stood tall as his sensuous lips sucked greedily at one and then
the other. He took one nipple in his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly across the nub
protruding into his mouth, making her hands clutch spasmodically at the covers beneath them.
He would kiss between her breasts over her heart, then down and across the underside of one
sensitive globe, around the outside, slowly nearing the center where he would gladly suck her
whole nipple into his lips, stroking his tongue over the point and pressing it firmly to the roof of
his mouth behind his teeth so that he could pin it there with his tongue as he applied suction.
          She gave a soft exclamation in her native Russian which he recognized as being the
equivalent of "Oh, god!"
          He kept it up as he sensually worshiped her chest for another ten minutes, but it
seemed an eternity for her. Her body ached for more, but she loved the way he made her feel
so much that it was an immense effort of will for her to stop him.
          "Now," was all she said, and she resumed her mouth's erotic trek down his body.
Half way to her target, she slowed, kissing at his firm stomach as she rubbed her
breasts across his erect penis. "Ooh," she cooed, sliding one nipple teasingly up and down
the length of him. She pressed her breasts around him, moving up and down just a bit as she
wiggled back and forth suggestively, getting a subtle growl form him that she had learned to
love already. Her tongue snaked out and caressed the head of his incredible cock once...
twice... three times. Then she lowered her head just a bit more and began to lip the very tip,
drawing a more vocal response from Quinn as she teased him.
          "Quentin... look at me."
          He lifted his head and looked into her smoldering gaze.
          Without looking away, eyes locked with his, she took his aching rod into her slippery,
spectacular lips and slid her mouth down... down... down... in one perfect motion until every
inch of his impressive equipment had vanished.
          He continued to look into her smiling eyes as she did something with her throat that
made him buck and almost come. He bit his lower lip as she did it again, sending an
incredible sensation right through him, and then a third time.
          Quinn knew if she did it again, she would push him over the edge, and he wanted her to
share his first orgasm with her.
          Very reluctantly she relinquished her lip-lock on his erection, but she knew what she
wanted instead. Throwing her leg over him, she straddled his hips with hers. then, not
allowing the moment to pass, she pushed back so that the tip of his shaft pressed against the
lips of her more than ready cleft. She tipped her pelvis a bit more, eased back, and gave a
delighted smile and moan as he penetrated her. His groan of pleasure was as expressive as
her own, and she sat up, her hands flat on his stomach as she began to undulate her torso,
rocking her pelvis as her canal performed incredible feats on his cock. She would squeeze
him and they would moan in unison at the sensation as she slithered salaciously back and
forth on him.
          Quinn gave up control and let Natalya direct the action. Neither was at all disappointed
in the results. He kept having to suppress his urge to thrust up into her so that he could just
come, but then again he didn't want to end the feeling she was generating in him.
Her rhythm was slow and steady, sensuous, never rushed. That was why he was so
surprised when she gasped and her fingernails tried to bite into the firm muscles of his
stomach. Her hips continued to weave back and forth, pendulum steady, but he could feel the
clutching muscles of her molten core and the sudden presence of more lubrication than
before. She bit her lower lip and gave a sharp cry, her breathing turning to gasps as she
gloried in her orgasm. Natalya's face was transfigured in ecstasy, and Quinn thought she was
the loveliest sight he had ever seen.
          When the moment had passed and she gave him a predatory smile, telling him exactly
how much she had enjoyed herself, he asked, "Natalya? Will you... change for me?"
          There was a flash of momentary fright in her eyes, but it was almost immediately
replaced with a look of anticipation.
          "You truly wish this?"
          "Please," was his breathy reply.
          She threw back her head, closed her pale blue eyes, and Quinn watched in fascination
as she became the incredible creature he had first met in the park. A coat of downy silvergrey
fur covered her, her ears became more pointed, and he felt the muscles of her legs and
hips change. The soft coat covering her front was paler, almost white. Only her perfect pink
nipples were naked, standing proud, surrounded by a sea of feathery cloud.
Looking back at him, she smiled, and her eyes too had changed. Small pupils of black
floated in the center of orbs of the darkest blue with no sign of white.
          "Shall I show you my 'special talent', Quentin?" and without waiting for his reply, she
began to move. Her motion was exactly the same as before, her hips undulating back and
forth no more than an inch or so, but suddenly the sway of her pelvis grew faster and faster,
continuing to accelerate until she was almost vibrating and her motion sent the most
unbelievable sensation through him.
          "Dear... god..." he gasped, and in a matter of seconds, he was swept over into an
orgasm so intense that it almost caused him to black out. Harlequin, who was always under
control in the bedroom, seeing to the pleasure of his partner, lay back in a state of disbelief as
this sensuous little doll fucked his brains out.
          And it was obvious that he wasn't alone in enjoying himself, for just moments after the
first contraction of his climax hit, she was crying out wordlessly, her head back, eyes closed
tight as she joined him in his earth-shattering orgasm. It was clear to Quinn that her "change"
made her as more sexual animal both giving and receiving. Then she came yet again, almost
screaming with ecstasy.
          The petite Russian blonde kept up her remarkable performance another minute or so,
stretching both their climaxes to incredible lengths before she literally collapsed forward onto
Quinn, panting and whimpering as tremors continued to race through her wonderful body. He
held her close and gave another shiver of his own as his body tried to calm down from its wild
ride. She clutched at him, desperately, hugging him tight as if he might somehow vanish
somehow if she didn't, or as if she might vanish without him.
          They lay there, entwined in one another as their skyrocketing pulses slowly came back
to something close to normal, luxuriating in the afterglow of such a phenomenal experience.
          After several minutes of gently stroking her, Quinn was about to say something when
Natalya interrupted his thoughts by saying, "You have something of a 'special talent' yourself."
          His mouth closed abruptly. He had most carefully not used his talent, intentionally
refraining from doing so. As a result, he had been surprised in return. Quinn decided that
now was not the time to let her know. He wanted to do nothing to diminish what she had done
purely on her own.
          "That was all you, sweetheart. I was just along for the ride. The most incredible ride of
my life."
          "It was not all me," she chuckled. "I know better. I have done that before for many
men. It has never been like that for me."
          "Then we'll just have to attribute it to well matched... talents."
          "I can accept that," and she snuggled in, her soft, furry cheek against his chest.
          A few moments later, she asked, "Would you prefer me to change back?"
          "Ooh, what a choice! You are incredibly gorgeous both ways, and every bit as cuddly."
          She seemed to glow with his compliment.
          "Then I will stay this way. I love having you stroke my fur like that."
          He was only too happy to continue.
          She really did have incredible fur.
