Another sound registered, the soft burst of one of Blink's portals. He turned just in time to see her step through one.
"Hey," she said, "thought I'd come keep you company."
He smiled, patting the space beside him. When she sat down he threw his arm around her, and she nestled closer.
Warpath was the lookout, since one of his powers was enhanced senses. Having Blink, the woman he loved, next to him, was not a distraction. Rather, she helped him focus. Of course, sometimes it could be a slight distraction, such as now, when she started to kiss him, first on the cheek, and then on the mouth. As the kiss heated up, she shifted sideways, pulling him closer. Even with Blink occupying a large part of his focus, Warpath could still keep his senses attuned. He would still hear the Sentinels before they got too close.
So he allowed Blink to pull him down on top of her. He kissed his way down, over her neck, at her cleavage, and further down, stopping to undo her pants. As she waited impatiently, he slid her pants and panties down. His tongue came out, and he tasted her, savoring Blink's juices. She groaned, arching her back, hands tangling in his long hair. The different flavors assaulted his tongue; Warpath had not been a fan of complex dishes with heavy flavors, since his palate always got overwhelmed, being able to taste everything involved with the food. But he loved her taste, loved the sweetness, the tanginess.
When Kitty had first used her new powers, sending Bishop back in time, none of them had thought too hard about it. To consider all the details would just give them massive headaches. All they had needed to know was that it was a way to survive the Sentinels. But Warpath knew that it meant that he had died, already, numerous times, and would keep doing so. Only he would not be aware of the dying; they would know to move when Bishop told them to, but they would not feel any different. Warpath also knew that just as many times as he had died, so had the others, specifically Blink. Those thoughts, about the chance of not just her dying, but him seeing her die, always made him appreciate her more, appreciate the moments they got to share more.
So he savored not just her taste, but the time to do this. Given that the Sentinels could come at any time, it was a rare luxury to have moments like these. For all he knew, they could be interrupted by that all-too-familiar sound, and would have to fight off the Sentinels to let Kitty and Bishop warn them in the past.
Blink was close now, he could tell. She was groaning, her hips bucking into his tongue as he kept up his effort. He slipped a hand up her top, reaching his way to her breasts, stroking them. It added to her pleasure, making her gasp. She moaned his name, making him tingle with pride. Her blood was racing through her veins, the movement like a drumming on his fingertips, resonating up through her skin.
Warpath by now had his tongue inside her sopping slit; he could feel her clench around it as he drove her higher and higher. His hands kneaded at her breasts, her heartbeat pounding at his palms.
Blink came with a cry, her back arching. Her juices increased in amount and flavor; to Warpath, there were very few things that tasted better than his lover's orgasmic nectar. His taste buds were awash in her flavor, only making him harder, only making him want her more.
The need for a quick reaction to oncoming Sentinels made it impractical for them to throw their clothes off and go at it. Whenever they fucked, it was always with clothes on; pulled down or yanked aside, but on instead of taken off fully.
So Warpath dragged her into his lap, his own pants already around his knees. He held her by the hips, steadying her as she inched herself down on him. The heat of her pussy easily swallowed him deep. All Warpath could do was groan, marveling at the sensation. She groaned back, starting to move her hips. As he held her, she fucked herself on him, her wet cunt gripping him, milking his shaft. Her head fell back, resting on his shoulder, and he fixed his mouth on her neck. She gasped, taken by surprise, and groaned, enjoying the feeling of him sucking at her flesh. As she dropped down on him again, he thrust upwards, driving his cock even deeper inside her. Blink cried out, and he took over for her, pumping up into her sodden heat. As always, he held himself back. With his strength, if he fucked her too hard he could injure her.
Her gasps and groans spurred him on, so he kept it up, fucking her. Even with him holding back, he was fucking her hard. Blink did not care; all she wanted was him, however she got him. After a little while, Blink joined him, starting back up again.
Warpath gritted his teeth, feeling a stirring in his balls. Ordinarily, he would want to prolong this, but since they needed to be ready to go at any moment, he knew it was better to let it end. She had already cum once, and he would do all he could to make her cum again before he did.
So with that in mind, one hand drifted from her hip to her clit. As he fucked, and as she still bounced eagerly in his lap, he took her clit between two fingers, rolling it, tweaking it. Blink whined; the fumes of her arousal encouraged him, making him pound her harder. The slapping of his flesh on hers, the wet thwack of his cock into her cunt, the halting gasps from her mouth, all contributed to his lust.
Blink came, but did not stop bucking up and down. Her juices trickled down his shaft; he gripped her harder, sweat popping up from the exertion. She would have bruises later, he knew, despite him doing his best to hold back.
His balls tightened, and he gave in, pounding up into her soaked depths until his cock twitched. A second later, he came, his seed gushing into her womb. He growled, shivering with the intensity of his orgasm. Blink cried out, cumming along with him; he could smell her cream, mingling with his own.
He held her in his lap as they both recovered, breathing heavily. Her weight in his lap was comforting; feeling her relax into him, he sucked softly at her neck, Blink sighing in the afterglow. They had precious few of these moments anymore, so he savored it.
China, 2023
Warpath stood on the shingled roof, the steady mountain wind blowing around him. Below him, his fellow mutants were at the ready. The night sky was clear so far, but the Sentinels would come. They always did.
A soft burst caught his ear; one of Blink's portals. A second later, her scent reached him as well.
She stood with him for a few minutes, silent. He heard her breath catch a few times, as if she were about to speak but stopped herself.
"You know," she finally began, "if this works...if this new timeline is created, there's a chance we won't know each other there. We might have never met."
Warpath nodded solemnly. It was a painful choice, to have to sacrifice the love he had with Blink, but it was the right one.
"I know," he answered, turning to look at her. Her face was set, resolute, but there was some uncertainty in her eyes. "But we both made this choice. We both know how important this is."
