Psylocke X Logan Silk And Steel

Psylocke stared into the full-length mirror at her reflection. Completely nude and shaven, her perfectly toned body demanded an unwavering discipline that bordered insanity. Sighing audibly, she picked up her midnight-blue leotard bodysuit off her bed.

Carefully and deliberately, she stepped into the suit one leg at a time, the fabric clinging to her lithe, athletic frame. After securing the high collar of the suit, she took her red sash and tied it deftly around her waist.

The straps came next. Though of little practical value to those who did not know her, they were an essential part of her identity as a ninja warrior. The compressive bindings around her limbs kept her laser-focused and her movements surgically precise. She was a kunoichi at heart, a deadly assassin who carried out her missions with utmost perfection. She did her arms first, sliding them up over her biceps. Next, she pulled a set of straps through each leg, letting the spandex snap tight around her thighs.

Continuing her methodic ritual, she picked up her left stockingand placed her foot into the snug opening. The high techspandex material conformed immediately to the arch of her foot and toes. She slowly unrolled the stocking upward, drawing it over the lean muscle of her calf and her toned thigh. She actually loved this part of the process, feeling the spandex accentuate every curve and contour of her powerful long legs.She repeated the process with her other leg, moving with the same deliberate precision. Taking her time, she made some final adjustments to ensure that both stockings are perfectly symmetrical.

Finally, she slid her fingers into her gloves, flexing them to ensure a perfect fit. Standing tall, she looked at herself in the mirror for a final time before walking out of her room.

At night, the moonlit hallways of the Xavier Institute were hushed and serene. Most of the X-Men went to bed early in preparation for an early rise the next day. But as Psylocke moved quietly through the hallways towards the gym, her lavender eyes sparkled with excitement. She knew who awaited her inside.

As she pushed open the door, the sight of Logan--Wolverine--greeted her. He was working out intensely, his powerful form a mesmerizing blur of muscle and strength. He finished his bench press set with a loud exhale and sat up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

She watched him for a moment, a fond smile playing on her lips. Though new, their romance was electrifyingly intense. They shared a profound physical intimacy that left them both breathless and craving more with each encounter.

"Logan," she called out, her voice carrying a playful lilt.

He turned, a grin spreading across his rugged face. "Bets," he greeted, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. "Decided to join me for a late-night session?"

"Couldn't resist," she replied, stepping onto the mat. "How about a sparring match? Loser does a special favor for the winner."

Logan grinned, locking his eyes with hers. "What kind of favor?"

"Loser has to satisfy the winner," she stated confidently, arms crossed.

Logan's grin widened. "You're on."

They moved into their stances, circling each other with a familiarity born of countless hours of training together. Psylocke's heart pounded with anticipation. She knew Logan's moves intimately, just as he knew hers. Their connection was deep, both in combat and in love.

She made the first move, her long legs flashing out in a series of rapid, high kicks. Logan blocked and dodged, but she pressed her advantage, using her flexibility and speed to keep him on the defensive. Her kicks were precise and powerful, each one aimed to disrupt his balance.

Logan growled in frustration as he struggled to close the distance. Psylocke's legs seemed to be everywhere at once, fending off his attacks with a fluid grace that left him little room to maneuver. She smiled, feeling the thrill of having the upper hand.

"Come on, Logan," she teased, landing a particularly hard kick to his side. "Is that all you've got?"

Logan's eyes narrowed, a fierce determination settling in. He changed his strategy, lunging forward with a burst of speed and power. Psylocke tried to counter with a sweeping kick, but he anticipated her move, catching her leg and pulling her off balance.

Before she could recover, Logan moved in, his sheer strength overwhelming her. He twisted, sending her tumbling to the mat. She tried to scramble to her feet, but he was already there, pinning her down with his weight. She looked up at him, breathless and laughing, their faces inches apart. "Alright, you win," she conceded, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Logan leaned in, his voice a low growl filled with affection. "So, how are you going to satisfy me?"

Psylocke reached up, gently tracing his jawline with her fingertips. "You get to choose."

Without a word, he smiled as he helped Psylocke to her feet, his eyes softening. Before she could react, he leaned in and his lips met hers in a long, passionate kiss, filled with the sexual tension that they kept bottled up during their skirmish. Psylocke's eyes fluttered shut as she drew into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring and intertwining with each other with carnal desire. Logan's hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while Psylocke's fingers threaded through his hair, anchoring them in this moment of pure intimacy.

When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Logan's eyes searched hers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently pushed down on her shoulder. Betsy, responding at once to what he wanted, kept her trusting gaze on her lover as she slowly dropped down to her knees. Now level with his bulging crotch, she quickly pulled off his gym shorts, revealing his already semi-rigid member. Untying her sleek purple hair, she let it cascade down her back.

Gripping the base of Logan's cock with one hand, she encircled his large sweaty balls with her lips and swirled her wet tongue over them, before drawing her cheeks in to suck them. It was predictably salty and slightly acrid in taste but she didn't mind, knowing that Logan was turned on by her indifference towards his dirty manhood. She would do this a few more times, thoroughly cleaning his balls before running her tongue down towards the bottom of his nutsack, darting the tip dangerously close to his anal sphincter, her nose buried in between his set of testes. She gazed her lavender eyes up into his and received a look of satisfaction and approval as he ran his fingers slowly through her hair.

Now that her lover was fully erect, Psylocke began working on his stiff member. She ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft, pressing up against its bulging undervein. Her tongue expertly danced around his throbbing prick head, flicking at its slit. Purposefully, she continued to flirt at giving him head while just avoiding it, kissing the tip of his cock but never fully engulfing it, then repeating the cycle of her tongue dance. She wanted him to be tortured enough until he demanded it from her, which is exactly what he did.

Tired of her cocktease, Logan grasped a handful of Psylocke's purple hair to hold her steady and presented his cock to her lush, full lips. Opening her mouth wide to accommodate him, she accepted his manhood and wrapped her lips fully around his cock. This elicited a low sigh of pleasure from Logan, who now watched with content as the deadly kunoichi started to steadily fellate him on her knees.

Betsy loved the familiar taste of Logan's massive prick, which was as hard and unyielding as the adamantium that coursed through his veins. She used her tongue expertly, exploring every vein and ridge of his cock. Taking Logan deeper into her mouth, it wasn't long before she relaxed herself completely, deepthroating him. Encouraged by this, he palmed the back of her head with his large hand and pushed, shoving his manhood even deeper down her throat.

Psylocke struggled to breath as her face was buried in his crotch. Even with her expert training, a drool of saliva trickled out from her lips as he pulled out. Feeling like a total slut, she gasped for breath, her wet eyes opening to meet his. Logan, breathing heavily with exhilaration, looked at her lovingly. She proceeded to soundly suck him off like a whore, rocking her head forward and back while maintaining eye contact. Appreciating this, he ran his fingers through her silky purple hair as she worked.

Satisfied after being sucked off by the purple-haired female assassin, Logan decided it was now his turn. He gently tilted Psylocke's head back, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. With his hand placed firmly over the top of her head, he asserted his dominance over her and she understood what he wanted next.

About time, Psylocke thought to herself. When it came to making love, she was the polar opposite to her fiercely independent and strong-willed self. On the outside, she maintained total control of her mind and body. In the bedroom, she wanted no control whatsoever. She preferred giving herself up entirely to her lover, someone who knew what he wanted and didn't shy away from taking it. Resting both her hands on Logan's muscular hairy thighs, she prepared herself.

Logan again presented the tip of his manhood to her inviting lips. "Close your eyes," he whispered, again pulling her head close. Trusting him completely, Betsy shut her eyes and parted her lips wide to accommodate him, orally taking his cock once again.

With his right hand firmly palming the top of Psylocke's head, Logan guided her pace. Starting nice and slow, he allowed her time to acclimate herself to his tempo. However, this was unnecessary. Psylocke's conditioning under the Mandarin had prepared her for overly forceful and often violent oral sex.

He would have his way with her, eventually making the exotic British-Asian beauty take him long and hard on her knees. "Oh yeah..." he muttered breathlessly as he gripped her by her hair, jerking her head forward and back against his crotch with deliberate and forceful motion. Psylocke kept her throat relaxed as she allowed her lover to face fuck her degradingly, her lips tightly wrapped around his manhood. She could feel his breath hot and heavy as he forced his manhood deeper and deeper down her throat. This was clearly what really turned him on, as she could feel his excitement and lust growing with each thrust. As was geisha tradition, fulfilling her male lover's deepest fantasies was an honor and a mark of her success. Keeping her eyes shut, she swallowed as much cock as her "master" gave her.

As she took it, her mind wandered. Scott Summers, if only he could see her now. She could please him in ways that Jean could never even dream of, she thought with lingering bitterness. She had always resented that red-headed twat. She knew that Logan and Scott, the two alpha males of the X-Men, had long competed intensely for Jean's heart.

Betsy had wanted Scott at the same time, but never could manage to pry him away from his current lover. In the end, Scott's and Jean's bond proved steadfast and Betsy and Logan fell for each other. I guess it all worked out, she thought to herself. Keeping her lips wrapped tightly around Wolverine's manhood, she sucked him off as hard as she could.

Logan was unable to hold it all in, as Psylocke felt a small spurt of warm, thick liquid hit her throat. Without gagging, she swallowed quickly, again the result of her thorough conditioning. The Mandarin had often enjoyed making her swallow as a practice of her complete bondage to him. It won't be long until the big finale, she thought, recalling the previous time she went down on Logan.

To her surprise, however, Logan withdrew his cock from her lips and pulled her to her feet. With a sweeping motion, he picked her up off the floor.

"Logan, what are you..." Psylocke cried out, as she was effortlessly carried to a Bosu ball that was lying on its flat side. Damn, he was strong.

Logan laid Betsy's toned body supine on top of the Bosu ball and hovered over her. With a careful, deliberate motion, he extended one of his adamantium claws. The sharp metal glinted under the fluorescent gym lights, but his touch remained gentle.

Psylocke gasped in excitement and nervousness. "Logan, no..." she heard herself utter, though her body screamed yes.

Ignoring her, Logan placed the tip of the claw against the edge of her sash. With a quick flick, he sliced through the silk cloth. Pulling the sash off, he tossed it aside. He then moved the claw to the neckline of her leotard. His hand was steady as he began to tear the deep, midnight blue fabric apart, the sound of the ripping material filling the quiet room. The leotard parted, revealing her smooth skin underneath.

Psylocke remained still, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the cold metal brush against her bare skin. Logan's hand moved with precision, his movements controlled and careful. She trusted him completely, knowing that he would never hurt her. As the last piece of fabric that covered her crotch was sliced apart, Logan pulled her ruined leotard completely off and retracted his claw. His eyes drank the sight of her nakedness.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, relishing the sight of the perfectly toned beauty as she laid there before him. She blushed and smiled back at him. Though it was hardly the first time he had said that, it still felt flattering.

Hungrily, Logan started going down on Betsy. He positioned her body such that her ass rested on top of the bubble, elevating it. Easily spreading her thighs apart with both hands, he began by kissing the area directly above her cunt.

Psylocke's sighed appreciatively as she lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Her mind began to spin as she felt Logan going lower, pleasuring her most private orifices. Reaching down with her right hand, she caressed his head, running her fingers through his thick, raven black hair. Her left hand massaged her already erect nipples.

After thoroughly cleaning Psylocke's cunt with his mouth, Logan then ran his tongue down to her asshole, swirling around it before scandalously darting the tip inside. Psylocke gasped sharply in response, feeling herself hot and blushing. She loved the wild animal that Logan was as a lover, it made her go absolutely crazy. She felt herself lose all control in that moment as her chest lurched upwards off the floor, her ribcage protruding against her skin.

Logan now worked himself back to Betsy's cunt and started massaging it with his lips and tongue. His tongue penetrated through her cunt lips and pressed into her most private vessel. Firm, yet gentle at the same time, he found his way to her spot and began tortuously working at it, kneading it over and over.

Losing her mind in ecstasy, Psylocke moaned softly, her breaths sharp and quick. "Logan...oh God..." she cried softly, feeling herself at the edge of climax. She knew that he could keep her on the edge like this indefinitely, torturing her without letting her come. Her body begged for release, for him to-

Withdrawing, Logan quickly re-positioned himself over Psylocke, now face to face with her. Taking his still-erect cock, he gave it a few tugs and placed it at her bare snatch.

"Wait! Logan..." Psylocke gasped, knowing that her lover did not have a condom on. However, she found herself unable to resist as the prospect of unprotected sex further stimulated her. A soft involuntary moan escaped from her lips as she felt Logan's hard-as-steel cock penetrate her wet vessel.

Now inside, Logan spread Betsy's long, toned legs with his large hands and pinned her knees to either side of her chest, knowing that her flexibility and athleticism still allowed her to be comfortable. Holding her spread eagle, he began ramming into her cunt.

Psylocke moaned with each thrust, gazing into Logan's eyes with both love and surrender. His bare cock felt so good inside her...and he was so strong. She felt powerless to resist him, and for the moment she wanted nothing else than to surrender herself competently to him.

Changing the pace a bit, Logan released his hold on Psylocke's legs and pressed his hands into the floor on either side of her head. Using the opportunity, she draped her thigh-high stockinged legs over his shoulders. This gave her lover leverage, allowing for a deeper penetration. He wasted no time in taking advantage of this, and began pile driving his cock hard into her pussy.

Psylocke's moans turned into screams as she felt all 8 inches of Logan's massive prick violating her tight vessel again and again. She quickly lost herself in abandonment, unable to think clearly. "Unh...oh god...uhnn..." she found herself uttering, breathless. "...Fuck my brains out, Logan..."

Turned on by this, Logan pulled out and flipped Psylocke over onto her hands and knees. Knowing that this was her favorite position, he steadied her with one hand on the small of her back and used his other hand to position his rock-hard member at her wet snatch. He wasn't even halfway in when her body began to shudder with anticipation.

A soft gasp escaped from Psylocke's lips as Logan pushed his cock all the way into her tight wet vessel. Gripping her tight slender waist with both hands, he began sawing in and out of her, relishing the sight of her toned, muscular back and perfectly shaped ass.

Psylocke's silky purple hair swayed back and forth as her body matched his rhythm, her hips meeting up with his as he came forward. She moaned in ecstasy as he penetrated her, stretching her vaginal walls with his hot, bulging cock. Her muscles tightened, sweat trickling down her arching lower back. And without warning, Logan spanked her firmly across the ass.

"GUHHNNN!" Psylocke sharply cried out, feeling the sting reverberate down her thigh. She suddenly felt a familiar sensation, the feeling of being daddy's girl in the same way she was with the Mandarin. Getting down onto her elbows, she exposed her posterior to her lover, inviting him to give her more.

SMAAACK! SMAAAACK!

Wolverine's large hands came down on Psylocke's perfect ass without any restraint as she surrendered to him. He proceeded to spank her senseless, knowing that she wanted it.

"UHN...UHNN...AANNHHH!" Psylocke screamed out in a fury of pain and ecstasy as Logan fucked and spanked her. Her ass was going to be bruised and red tomorrow, she realized, and her leotard had no chance of covering that up. The thought gave her pleasure. Betsy, you might have daddy issues were the last words that he said to her before slamming the door in her face. Let Scott see what kind of daddy's girl she really was, she thought.

Logan, gripping Betsy's reddened ass hard, began sawing in and out of Betsy like a depraved animal. The gym room filled with sounds of thwap, thwap as their hips bucked against each other rhythmically. His adamantium-infused shaft was unyielding, slamming against her cervix again and again. She threw her head back, tossing her hair wildly behind her. Losing herself completely, Betsy screamed like a slut as she came, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Blood pounded through her ears as her body tensed up, receiving the best climax she had in years.

Grabbing a handful of her disheveled purple hair, Logan stood up and pulled Psylocke onto her knees. Giving himself a few tugs, he directed to her face. Psylocke closed her eyes tightly as he came, thick ropes of semen completely dowsing her facial features. She opened her mouth willingly, her tongue taking whatever he wanted to give her. As he let out the last spurts of cum, she took him into her mouth once again, milking as much out of her lover as she could.