Drawn Together 2

Rogue could see her drawing wasn’t coming together. In fact, it plum stank. She’d done this to take her mind off her problems, but all she’d done was remind herself of them—she couldn’t even draw without her art being a hodgepodge of all the whispers in her head. And Piotr still looked stiff as a board.

But there was something arousing about how he couldn’t see her, while she could see all of him. And all of him was an awful lot! Rogue wished she could capture that in her art… but there was another way she could immortalize it.

Loosening her dungarees, she then slid them down her bare hips until she could step out of them. Then she dropped her shirt to the floor. Naked except for her sandals, she walked up to Piotr, taking a sumptuous pride in the bounce of her breasts and the sway of her hips. Silently, she stole up to him on her long legs, her pale arms outstretched—almost touching his muscular back, but not.

Rogue wondered if she should go through with it. She’d sure as hell make things awkward with Piotr if he didn’t take her up on the offer. Not to mention Kitty—that girl was crushing as hard on the big lug as anyone!

Rogue felt a shudder go through her when she almost touched Piotr’s massive lats, but held herself back. Was it a supreme effort of will or just her giving into cowardice? She could all but imagine how it’d feel to touch him for real. She smelled his sweat, sensed his warmth. Lord, but it wasn’t fair to have that much man in front of her and she couldn’t even have a little taste…

“How is it coming?” Piotr asked, still posed like a bodybuilder, not that he was flexing. His muscles were titanic whether he clenched them or not.

“Coming…?” Rogue repeated in confusion, before realizing Piotr was still talking about the artwork. “Could you, ah, you know, uh… metal up?”

“Certainly,” Piotr said, and with a light, sharp sound… like a sword being brandished in a Hollywood movie… his body turned to metal.

Strange, how he could become a living statue, and yet not look hard. Rather, deceptively soft—like the elegant curves of a Rolls-Royce or the pristine lines of a masterfully carved marble statue. Made out of the hardest substance imaginable, yet with an artistic precision that elevated it into a semblance of life.

Piotr was the opposite, with his exquisitely simple mutation, turning flesh into organic steel. It was natural for him; hardly a labor of love. Except perhaps by God.

“Thanks,” Rogue breathed, and snaked her arms around his waist to feel the wonderful vee of his pelvic muscles. She squeezed her breasts into his back, hoping he would feel their heft through the muted sensitivity of his metallic skin.

Piotr dropped his cigarette. “I do not think we are making drawing anymore.”

“Just started feeling silly as hell… if I saw a picture of those buns naked, ah’d damn sure wish ya were here with me… but when ya are here, all ah can do is make a picture for later? Ah’d be better off doing with you what ah’d wish ah was doing when all ah had was a picture.” She wiggled against him, kissing between his shoulder blades. “And if your lap was any hotter, ah’d swear it was about to melt! Ah remember you being cool to the touch, sugah—what’s got you so hot and bothered? And would it be little ol’ me, by any chance?”

“I think you have seen plenty of me and now it is time I saw you.”

“Way ahead of ya, big boy!” Rogue slid in front of her, all of her curvy and lusciously white, jubilantly free as she bounced for him and spun around and delighted just in being seen.

Then she realized how hard he was. The massive lance of his erection upthrust and stretching out like a third leg. Rogue had been pretty sure she’d gotten him stiff, but had no idea that Piotr was just as blessed horizontally as he was vertically. She stopped to gape at the biggest, the longest, surely the hardest prick there’d ever been.

Piotr was similarly impressed by her. “Lenin’s ghost! Rogue… it is a crime you must cover yourself so!”

“Yeah.” Rogue made a face, but refused to allow herself to become despondent. “’Cept my power don’t work on your organic steel hide. So all that loving I should be getting from handsome boys the world over… I’ll just have to get it all from you. Think you got what it takes, stud? Because ah sure do!”

Piotr groaned. A drop of precum bulleted out from his cockhead and dripped to the floor. “Tovarisch… in this form, I am far stronger than usual. I could hurt…”

“Now don’t you go getting all pretty-fingered with me, boy. You know ever since my run-in with Ms. Marvel, I’ve got more power than you can shake a stick at! You worried about hurting me with that jackhammer of yours? I’d like to see you try!” Rogue pirouetted in a ballet step before his leering eyes. Then she simpered at him: “And ah really would like to see you try. Try hard.”

“Bozhe moi, what a woman you are!” Piotr put his hands around her waist. Thumbs and middle fingers nearly met at her belly button and where the curve of her back had almost led to her peach of an ass. “I can near put my hands all around you!”

“Enjoy it while it lasts. Somehow I don’t think I’ll be so thin after what this mother-maker puts in me!” Rogue quipped, patting his upthrust erection and nearly gasping at the feel. It was so hot it was a wonder the thing hadn’t turned red!

“Not too thin down here,” Piotr commented, grabbing half of her ass in either hand and pulling her in.  

Rogue practically purred, leaning her head on his massive chest and rolling her hips against his huge thigh. For now, only alongside his enormous cock, but loving looking down at it, feeling its throbbing up in the air, knowing it was only a matter of time before they used the thing just as it was meant for. That appendage was simply built to please pussy and Rogue had a lot of pleasing she needed done.

She kissed Piotr’s pecs, time and time again, knowing the sleek feel beneath her lips would soon be the most wonderful thing she’d ever experienced in her sex.

Piotr fondled the soft moons of her ass, even his big hands needing some time to thoroughly fondle all the creamy flesh, the temple of loving curves her body became between sloping back and chiseled legs.

“Like that, do you?” Piotr rattled—she felt his voice echo inside his mammoth chest cavity. It was a wonder how gentle those booming words could be.

“God, yes!”

“I like too.”

“If you liked it anymore, sugah, ah’d have to swear off sitting down!”

“Suka blyat,” he cursed. “Bad enough you are covering up every minute of the day… you should not make it worse by hiding beautiful ass against seat.”

Rogue vibrated with need. “No, the real sin is that I look the way I do, and with all the characters running around here, and none of them make me feel anymore like a woman than ah already am!”

“I can see I’ve been remiss in taking care of you.”

“Oh, Piotr, it’s not your fault—”

“Who else has power to touch you? No, it is my responsibility. And I take my responsibilities very seriously, tovarisch.”

“Ah ain’t talking you out of nothing, big man. Just try and enjoy yourself—this ain’t no slave labor I’m asking from you.”

“That, my beautiful, will be no problem.”

His tight grip descended on her shoulders, but he was all gentleness as he eased her back far enough to fondle her breasts. Tweaking each ruby-tipped hill, savoring the slightest of differences between them and enjoying how infinitely soft both of the pair were. They covered and filled his palms utterly, the nipples swelling and growing hard at his tender ministration. With them rising, Piotr stooped to mouth one, biting it only a little, then tasting it with his tongue.

“God almighty, Piotr, I’ve been wanting this for so long—pretending I ain’t for so long—your lips are so cold, but that mouth’s so hot—that tongue…”

Piotr’s hand stroked her slender stomach, petting his way to each clenching thigh. Then the base of her belly, and that was all Rogue could take before she began to quiver. She squeezed her legs together, mewling with passion.

“I’ve never been so ready, Piotr! I’ve never needed it more!”

“Me too,” Piotr breathed. “But I will give you everything needed. And perhaps little more, yes?”

“Yes.” Rogue giggled. “Da!”

They kissed, her lush curves squeezed against the unyielding statue he’d become. Held lightly in his arms, he carried her towards the couch.

“I do not think that will hold us both and what we are doing,” Piotr said, turning a critical eye on the piece of furniture.

“We can take the blanket off and use the floor.” Rogue bit her lip. “Wouldn’t want to be too sappy. This should be a little dirty, too.”

“There is nothing dirty about what you are about to feel,” Piotr assured her.

“Get your hands off me unless ya about to fuck me, big time. I gotta get this set up ‘fore I lose control and have my wicked little way with you!”

He let go of her. She grabbed the throw blanket off the couch and tossed it to the floor. He was on Rogue almost before she’d spread it out. Piotr’s arms clasped her; he got between thighs she was sure to open for him. The hardwood floor was cold and uncomfortable, but it seemed perfect for the harshness of their need, how urgently they needed to be one.

“Go on, do it, Piotr! That’s it, yes, what ah want! Nothing else! Just that cock! Just you inside me and making me feel every inch, YES!”

He was part of her almost instantly, suborning her body to his, giving her forceful thrusts that seemed designed to break her against the floor. Rogue’s heels dug into it, seeking purchase against the motion his desire compelled. Her shoulders slid across the ground with his pumping. Her sweaty fingers squeaked trying to get a hold of his heaving back.

His metal flesh rubbed against her inner thighs. The old floorboards creaked with their convulsive meetings. Rogue felt the blanket underneath her dampen with the sweat coming off her as she strained.

Short, jerking motions carried Rogue off the blanket and onto the floor. The bright light reflected off Piotr’s silvery skin, dazzling Rogue’s eyes. But it hardly mattered to her as much as the feel of his lust-ridden body: on top of her, against her, inside her.

Again and again Piotr impaled her with his raging need, making her groan and coo in mounting enjoyment. The ceiling up above seemed to throb and boil as the blood in Rogue seethed, burning red hot with the fury of how Piotr was stimulating her. Her body loosened and burst forth and her bulging eyes drank in the shimmering light, making her one with it, brighter and brighter. All while locked to Piotr, taking more and more of the passion hidden so deep in his hulking frame.

Her thighs responded to his growing need. Eyes shut, she met and urged on his frantic pace. She was hot and sweaty and wildly animalistic, her body moving and heaving in instant reply to his every stroke.

“Yes, Piotr!” she gasped.

Piotr’s face contorted, all of it seeming to be wrapped around his gritted teeth. “I am going to shoot it all! I will fill you up!”

“Yes!” Rogue’s eyes were transfixed with his. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t even take it out! Come inside me! I want to feel you in me forever! Even while you come and come and come!”

Her body shook with orgasmic tremors. Clutching herself to Piotr, she felt all of his body toll like a struck gong. Then the floor seemed to open under her and she fell into a sea of yielding heat…

They lay motionless and empty, Rogue’s sweat cooling, Piotr’s heart slowing down. He found the blanket with his foot and pulled it up, then covered Rogue with it before releasing his metal form.

Rogue turned her face up to his familiar look, warm and loving. Her white teeth showed in a smile and she looked at him with only a hint of sadness. Denied a note of intimacy, even after all they’d shared, but knowing she could have him again in a moment.

There was no devaluing their newfound closeness, though of course it wasn’t perfect. It was, at least, perfectly hers and perfectly his.