The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning; once the ancestral home for the Xavier family, this stately mansion in upstate New York now served as a school for "special" students. Founded by Professor Charles Xavier, The Xavier Institute served as a training facility for mutants, beings born with superhuman abilities, and as the secret home to the superhero group The X-Men. Recently, Cassandra Nova, the long-thought dead twin of Professor X, outed her brother as a mutant, in hopes of destroying him and his school. Instead, the revelation allowed the school to open its doors, welcoming hundreds of new mutants to the Xavier Institute to be trained in the proper use of their unique genetic gifts.
One day, shortly after the start of the new semester, Logan, the X-Man known as Wolverine, attempted to make his way down a crowded hallway. Students ran up and down the corridor, or congregated in small groups, forcing Logan to dodge, weave, and push his way through. As he paused to get around a group of students, his hyper-acute senses detected a scent he had never encountered before. He stopped, breathing in the musky scent. As he stood there, the animalistic side of his personality took over; his breathing became shallower, his heart beat faster, and a noticeable bulge formed in his pants. Struggling to maintain control, Logan looked around in an effort to locate the source of this musk. He finally locked onto a young red-haired woman, just as she entered a classroom. Pushing through the crowd, Logan watched as she took a seat in the back room. For just an instant, their eyes met, and then the woman turned away. As she did, the scent disappeared. Logan stood momentarily confused, shaking his head to regain his senses. Turning to leave, he asked Dr. Henry McCoy, a.k.a The Beast, who the woman was. Kimberly Dennis, he was told, a new student from down south. Logan knew he would be checking on the woman again.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Wolverine detected the scent many times, always in close proximity to the woman. One day, he followed the scent to the Danger Room, the training room used by the X-Men. From the second floor control room, he watched as the woman worked out with The Beast and Nightcrawler. He noted that she had been assigned the codename Simian; as he watched her leap, jump, and swing, he thought the name very appropriate. He continued to watch her, noting how her workout uniform clung to her muscular body, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her thighs, her tight, round ass . . . Once again, he barely noticed the swelling below his belt. He had to see her, had to be with her. He watched as the exercise program ended, and the three figures made for their respective locker rooms. He ran down stairs, then paused outside the women's locker room. What am I doing? He thought. But the scent of her enticing perfume overcame his good judgement, and he went through the door.
Once inside the locker room, he noticed the sound of running water. She must be in the shower. As he made his way forward, the water stopped. Ducking behind a row of lockers, he caught just a glimpse of her leaving the shower room. Clad only in a towel, she made her way to a locker, then began to brush her hair. He stepped forward, and slowly approached her. He reached out, and turned her around to face him."Who are you?" she stammered. "What do you want?" Logan answered her by pulling the towel away, dropping it to the floor. He now stared at her naked body; her small, firm breasts, her flat stomach, her curvaceous hips, and the small red patch above her pussy. The scent was now overpowering, and he let out a low growl. The bulge of his erection grew even bigger. Pulling her to him, Logan kissed her, hard. Their lips met, and soon his tongue was inside her mouth. He pulled her closer, feeling her erect nipples press against his chest. Logan pulled back, then leaned forward to lick her nipples. As his tongue worked on her one breast, his hand cupped the other, pinching and fondling the nipple. After a few minutes, he switched, taking nearly half her tit in his hungry mouth. He let his fingers slide down her stomach, stopping just above the tuft of curly red hair. He continued to run his fingers down, rubbing against her outer pussy lips. With one finger, he parted her lips, sliding into her wet stickiness. He worked his fingers inside her for a few minutes, occasionally rubbing against her already sensitive clit. Now the scent of her wet pussy mixed with the other, more powerful scent. Logan stood up, trying to regain control of himself. Without thinking, he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting her juices. A low moan escaped his lips as he tasted her. The animal inside of him begged for more.