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Writer’s note: April is a character I created for this series. I don’t know how
original her ‘talent’ is in the grand scheme of things, but I hope you enjoy
what she gets up to!

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Training.

Part One: Basic Training

By Bombshell.



Logan didn’t want to train this new woman. His conversation with Professor
Xavier ran through his mind as headed toward the workout room to meet her.

“Her power manifested itself when she seventeen. It was so sudden and extreme
that it caused her to fall into a coma, from which she has only just awoken.
During the six years she was in the coma, her mutation continued to stimulate
her mind in a mild way. Just before she awoke her ability began to assert
itself, affecting the people around her. Luckily, no one was seriously injured,
but her skills are quite remarkable, and potentially very dangerous.”

“So what exactly are we dealing with here?” Logan had asked.

“She’s a hypnotic telepath. But that’s not a completely accurate description of
her talent. She has the ability to remotely hypnotize a subject, and, using his
thoughts and memories against him, put him into a dream-like state. In this
state, it would seem that the subject experiences a false but totally believable
reality, and is completely oblivious to what is really happening outside their
mind. They are unaware of danger, pain… the true reality of a situation. They
literally stop what they are doing, right where they are and start to dream on
their feet.”

Logan contemplated this description. “So she could stop an opponent in battle,
make him think he was winning, but in reality be about to take him down? And he
wouldn’t know it until it was too late?”

Xavier nodded. “Her delusions can be very complex, with little effort from
herself. Once she’s started an illusion, she doesn’t need to guide her victim,
like a puppeteer manipulating a marionette. She simply plants the seed in the
victims mind, and it becomes dangerously self-perpetuating.”

“How do you know all this?” Logan asked. “Has she been able to control you?”

Xavier shook his head, smiling slightly. “So far she has been unable to affect
other telepaths, such as Jean, Betsy or myself. Probably due to the high
conditioning of our mental shields against psychic attacks. But non-telepaths,
even with superior mental control, can easily be affected. As Scott and Bobby
recently discovered.”

Logan tried to hide his smile, mildly amused that a brand-new recruit could get
the better of his experienced teammates.

“When she first arrived at the mansion, Bobby, Scott and Jean volunteered to
test her skills. She was unable to affect Jean, but Scott and Bobby were more
vulnerable, and she was able to entrance them very deeply.”

“What did she do to them?”

Xavier hesitated, a smile playing on his lips.

“Well, just between you and I; she had Bobby believing he was arranging an
elaborate prank on Henry, and Scott thinking his was having a romantic evening
with his wife. And while their minds were occupied, she was able to lock both of
them in the closet. Once their minds had played out the false scenarios, they
came back to reality, and were not amused to find themselves in such close
quarters.”

Logan snorted derisively. “Neat trick.” He muttered. “Now, why is it you want me
to train her?”

“After what she’s been through the past few years, I don’t think she’d fit in at
the school. She’s twenty-three, and I think she would cope better being around
older, more experienced team members, who have stronger control of their minds
and personal abilities.”

Logan frowned deeply. But Xavier had already begun to go about his business in
his office.

“She waiting for you in the exercise room” Xavier told him, dismissing him to
his assignment.

*    *    *    *    *

Logan stood on the observation level, studying his new ‘charge.’ She looked
younger than twenty-three. She was tall and lean; the years in the coma had
whittled away at her body, and the muscle tone was only starting to return. Her
long blond hair was caught back in a ponytail, her pretty face pale and thin.
She wore a sleeveless violet-colored leotard and tights, which enhanced her
fragile frame and extremely pallid skin. Logan sighed, wondering how he could
train her to physically defend herself, without killing her in the process….

He stepped into the exercise room. Sensing him, she turned. Her azure eyes were
striking, large and luminous against her creamy skin. Up close, her body had
more definition; she had obviously been working hard to get into shape. Her
breasts were small and firm, her waist tiny, flaring into curvaceous hips and
long, lean legs. Logan took in the sight of her as she studied him; noting his
broad shoulders, well-muscled chest and strong thighs, all of which were
enhanced by his form-fitting exercise clothing.

“I’m April.” She said simply.

“Logan.” he replied.

“They call you Wolverine, right?” she asked him.

Logan nodded. April looked anxious.

“It’s okay. I’ll take it easy on ya”

April nodded, moving into position, ready to spar with him. Logan dropped into a
crouch, arms raised. She sized him up, studying his form. She seemed to tremble
as she stood before him, hesitant to start the fight. Logan stood his ground,
waiting for her to make the first move. Slowly, she dropped her arms, and moved
passively towards him. Logan stayed on guard, but let her approach. She moved
close to him, and leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, her lips lingering on his
skin. His guard stayed up, expecting her to try to grab him any moment. She
moved her body closer to his, and kissed him again, firmly on the mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” Logan demanded.

April touched her tongue to his lips. She kissed him, stroking his lips with her
own. She circled his waist with her arm and drew his body to hers.

“There’s no sense in trying to fight you.” She whispered. She pressed her lips
to his urgently. “I can’t win against you, so I want to surrender.”

Logan pushed her away gently. “Darlin, this is supposed to be combat training.
We need to work out, not make out.”

She looked at Logan with her big, beautiful eyes, and rubbed her breasts against
his chest. Slowly she sank to her knees before him, gazing up at him. She
reached up and pulled at the waist of his pants. Logan felt a stir of arousal as
he watched her. He knew what she was trying to do, and the idea of it alarmed
him almost as much as it turned him on. He tried to push her hands away, but she
held firmly. Logan’s breath tightened his chest as excitement overrode logic. He
felt his cock begin to stir, and he reached down to stroke her hair. She pulled
his pants down, releasing his swelling erection. She moved forward on her knees,
bringing her mouth to him. She drew her tongue along his shaft, stroking the tip
generously. She took it into her mouth and began to suck hard on it. Logan
moaned, stroking her face with his fingers as she stimulated him. She moved it
in and out of her mouth, gripping him firmly at the base of his shaft. He rested
his hands on her shoulders, trying to steady himself as she worked on him. He
felt the pleasure rise in his abdomen and loins as she sucked him, stroking him
with her tongue and lips. She teased the tip with her lips, and Logan felt his
legs get weak. Waves of pleasure washed over him as his cock throbbed in her
mouth. He gripped her shoulders tightly as her began to thrust involuntarily.
She held him firmly as he came in her mouth, and swallowed his juice
enthusiastically. He moaned and sighed, hips moving towards her. She finished
him up, then moved back, and smiled up at him. Logan groaned and lowered himself
to the floor. He lay on his side and tucked his gratified cock away, then sighed
and turned to look at her. Suddenly, he found himself on his stomach on the mat,
a pressure in the center of his back. He tried to move, but was pinned. He
turned his head to the side, and saw she was standing over him, a foot planted
in his back, holding him down.

“What the…?” Logan muttered.

The realization hit him. His body felt… unspent. His cock was firm, and he was
very aware of it as it pressed into the mat. None of it had happened….
“What did you just do to me?” he asked her.

“I took advantage. I knew I couldn’t win a fight against you in my current
physical condition, so I… cheated.”

“So that was all…”

“…In your mind.” She answered.

Logan swore under his breath. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body so his
erection would subside. He mentally steadied himself.

“Was I that easy to manipulate?” he asked.

“No. I caught you off guard. It’s easiest to pick up on sexual thoughts and use
them.”

Logan sighed. “Sorry. I guess I was asking for it.” He hadn’t realized his
appraisal of her body had been so lustful.

April sat down next to him. “It’s all right. People can’t help having thoughts
like that. We’re all very sexual creatures by nature.”

Logan was glad she was taking it so well. He did want to imagine what she could
have done if she had really wanted to hurt him. He pushed himself up into a
sitting position. “How about we go back to basics, and save the really dangerous
stuff for later- when you’re a little more up to it…” He suggested.

April nodded and gave him a wry smile.


*			*			*


Her form was coming back to her quickly, thanks to a combination of good eating
and hard training. Logan worked with April for several weeks, and couldn’t help
but notice the way her body had started to fill out. He struggled to suppress
his admiration every time he saw her in her leotard. She had added lean muscle
mass, which made her look stronger and healthier; and her breasts had gotten
bigger. He had to recite haiku to himself in his head as he watched her train,
her breasts jiggling enticingly every time she struck the punching bag. And he’d
found himself having to meditate more frequently, just to keep his desire from
driving him crazy in the middle of the night. But he knew she was aware of what
was going on inside his head; and he respected her for not using his lust
against him again when they sparred.

They had been sparring for nearly an hour, and April was obviously exhausted.
She would stand nearly doubled over, hands on her thighs, head down and panting,
between confrontations. Logan admired her will to go on. They were both covered
in sweat, April looking considerably worse for ware, though she had stunned him
with several well-placed kicks from time to time. Logan engaged her again,
catching her wrist. She struggled to break his grasp, but he pulled her towards
him, kicking her feet out from under her. As she began to fall, she wrenched
back on his wrist, kicking the side of his knee. It started to buckle under him
at an unnatural angle. Logan took his weight off of it immediately, letting
himself overbalance, rather than resist the kick and have his knee painfully
dislocated. They fell into a heap onto the mat. Logan knew that if this were a
real fight, and he’d had his Adamantium claws out, April would’ve been dead
before she even hit the floor. But his claws were sheathed, so April simply lay
beneath him, her sweaty body pressed to his. Logan became very aware of her,
pinned vulnerably beneath his weight. She didn’t struggle. She just lay back,
looking up at him with those pretty, pretty eyes. He lay on top of her, his face
over hers, feeling her warm breath on his neck. His mind reeled, struggling to
keep his thoughts under control. He could feel his dick pressing against the
flat plain of her belly, but he wasn’t hard. They stayed in that position for
several seconds, neither of them wanting to move. She reached up and ran her
hands over his chest, then down to his rear, studying his muscular form. He
grunted and inadvertently rubbed his hips against her. She moaned lightly,
pressing her body tighter to his. Her could smell the sweet scent of arousal on
her body. He felt himself beginning to stir. He rolled off her, and lay on his
back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts. April lay very
still beside him. Their silence continued for minutes. Logan sat up. “I’m sorry.
I think I should get one of the other team members to take over your training.”

“No…. It’s okay” She told him, not looking at him. “I like the way you teach. I
like being close to you….”

Logan looked down at her, but she didn’t meet his eyes. She pushed herself up,
and bowed respectfully to him. “If the lesson is finished, I’m going to take a
shower.”

Logan nodded, and she left. He moved over to the punching bag and laid into it,
trying to burn off his desire. In his mind’s eye her saw her eyes, her hair, her
breasts. He could still smell her and feel her. She was so firm and ripe, and
she wanted him…. Why shouldn’t he…? He shook his head, annoyed with himself, and
headed to the shower.

He heard her footsteps outside the door, and opened it before she could knock.
She stood there and looked at him. Her skin smelled fresh and sensual. He
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his room, shutting and locking
the door behind her as she pressed her lips to his. They kissed deeply, their
bodies pressed together. She pulled the towel from around his waist and grabbed
his ass, pushing her hips against him.

“I’m glad you came to see me” he whispered to her.

“I wanted to talk to you. Please don’t assign someone else to train me. I want
you….” She kissed him deeply.

Logan mumbled in agreement, his hands exploring her body. He moved her over to
his bed without breaking the kiss. She giggled as he pushed her gently back onto
the bed, and eagerly pulled him down on top of her. He pulled her T-shirt and
sweat pants off, pressing his naked body to hers. She trembled with anticipation
as he kissed her neck and breasts. She was aware of his firm cock pushing
against her inner thighs. She rubbed her leg against him and he moaned, teasing
it closer to her mound. She moved her hips towards him, inviting him to give it
to her. He moved back up and kissed her again, rolling her onto her right side
so he could cradle her in his arms. She slipped her left thigh up and around his
waist, drawing him closer. She grunted as he pushed into her. He set up a steady
rhythm, gently guiding her hips. He kissed her firmly and urgently, thrusting
into her deeply. She pushed against his chest, rolling him onto his back. He
chuckled quietly as she took over, bringing herself up on top of him. She braced
herself on his shoulders, and picked up the rhythm. The heat was building in
her, and she pressed her swollen clit against him as she thrust, rubbing it as
hard as she could against him. He held her hips, pulling her towards him,
grunting with effort. She breathed harder, smiling down at him as she came. He
held her as she shuddered and cried out, pushing against him. She collapsed
forward onto him with a satisfied sigh. He continued to ram into her, feeling
his own climax rising.

But it began to ebb out of him. He looked up at her, and she smiled wickedly at
him. He felt like he was falling….

He awoke with a start. He shuddered as he struggled to sit up. He was on the
floor of the training room, alone. His cock throbbed painfully, and he moaned as
he tried to clear his head. He drew a deep breath, rage and embarrassment
flowing through him. He’d allowed himself to be tricked again. He felt a flash
of anger at April, but knew he only had himself to blame. The anger soured his
arousal, and his hard-on subsided, but not without discomfort. He lay on the
floor for a long time, trying to decide what to do about her. He knew exactly
what he wanted to do… and he knew she was tempting him to. He knew her own
desires were influencing his thoughts, which is why he’d been so out of control.
He needed to teach her a lesson….

As he’d expected, the door of her room was unlocked. He let himself in, locking
it behind him. He could hear her moving around in the bathroom, so he moved
towards it. Soft candlelight warmed the room, throwing soft shadows on her body.
She turned to face him as he entered the bathroom. She was naked, and her skin
appeared to glow in the amber light. She let him study her bare form. Her body
was surreal and perfect in the illumination, her nipples dark and ripe. Her
loose hair fell in waves to her shoulders. He sighed and looked up at her face.

“So is this real, or just another illusion?”

“Real”

“Prove it” he growled.

“I promised Professor Xavier when I started here, that I would only use my
abilities during training or in battle. This is neither of those. Aside from
that, you’ll just have to trust me.”

He snorted derisively.

“You’re putting those thought inside my head. It isn’t just my desire.”

She looked down, guiltily.

“Why?” He asked.

She looked uncomfortable, embarrassed.

“I like it that you think of me in a sexual way. I think of you like that.
You’re the first man I’ve ever really wanted. I think we both just got carried
away….”

He studied her. “If you want me, why didn’t you just say something, instead of
getting inside my head?”

“It seemed easier my way. You know, like planting a seed and seeing what grows.”

She continued to stare at the floor.

“It’s cruel, you know. To get a man aroused like that, and then take the
pleasure away from him” he gave her a slight smile. She looked up at him, and
held his steady gaze.

“Then let me finish what I started. For real….”

They studied each other for several moments, then she moved towards him.
Silently, she undressed him, caressing his body as she went. He stepped out of
the clothing at his feet and drew her to him. They kissed deeply, exploring each
other’s nakedness with their hands. April stepped into the shower and turned on
the water. She pulled Logan under the stream with her. She let the hot water
beat down on her back. Logan found the soap, and started to lather her. He
massaged her shoulders and breasts, moving down to her belly.

“How much of our training sessions was real?” He asked her.

“Oh, the workout really happened.” She told him. “My aching body can attest to
that. Everything after that, though….”

“That made my body ache.” He muttered, stepping closer to kiss her again. She
rubbed the soap over his back and chest as she kissed him.

“I’ll make it up to you” she whispered. He kissed her neck and she moaned,
leaning against him. He moved down her body, massaging her breasts. He slipped a
nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on it. She moaned, bracing herself against
the shower wall. He sucked harder, and grazed it gently with his teeth. He moved
her into a sitting position on the edge of the tub, and sat on the floor of the
tub before her, moving between her legs. She whimpered nervously as he pressed
his lips to her soft wet flesh. He kissed and caressed her, stroking her nub
with his tongue. He pushed a finger inside her; she felt wonderfully tight, and
the friction was immediate. She braced herself against the shower walls, her
body stiffening with building excitement. She moaned uncontrollably, leaning
back against the wall, rocking her hips rhythmically to him. He gently bore down
on her, pushing her closer to orgasm. She began to tremble and gasp, and grabbed
his shoulders. She shuddered with pleasure, crying out wildly. Her shoulders
heaved as she recovered from her climax, and Logan continued to caress her with
his tongue. He moved back up her body, kissing her stomach and breasts, then he
pulled her down onto the floor of the tub with him and kissed her deeply. The
shower continued to rain down on them, as he lay her down. The tub was cramped,
barely accommodating the two of them side by side, but he was ready to take her.
His hard cock pressed roughly against her belly in the confined space. He
continued to kiss her, rearranging their limbs so he could enter her. She broke
off the kiss.

“Not here” she whispered.

“I need you, now” he whispered, nuzzling against her neck. She trembled in his
arms, and he felt her skin become textured with gooseflesh.

“Do you want me to turn the water off?” he asked.

She shook her head no. “I don’t want to do it in here. I’m not comfortable.
Please, Logan….”

Logan stopped caressing her. Slowly, he raised himself up and moved up off her.
He took her hands and helped her stand. Her shivering became more violent, so he
reached for a towel and wrapped it around her. He rubbed her skin with the
towel, warming her up. He rubbed the moisture out of her hair, kissing her
gently as he worked. Her shivering subsided. He quickly toweled himself off,
then scooped her into his arms and moved into her bedroom.

“Sorry” she murmured as he set her on the bed. She stared down his body at his
erection as he moved over her.

“It’s okay, darlin” he whispered in her ear. He kissed her neck and drew her
into his arms. He gently rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between
her legs. She grew tense in anticipation, so he teased the tip against her. She
moaned. Her eyes were closed, her face turned away from him. He kissed her on
the lips. She kept her eyes shut, and he could feel her heart hammering in her
chest as he pressed against her.

“Look at me. Why are you being so shy?” he asked playfully. She drew in a long,
deep breath, and looked up at him.

“Go on. What are you waiting for?” She urged him.

He studied the fear in her eyes. He pressed the tip of his cock against her
opening, and she stiffened again. He moved it away from her.

“Logan, if you’re gonna do it, do it.”

“Do you really want me to?” he asked.

She didn’t look at him, but he could hear the honesty in her voice “Yes” she
told him.

He looked at her, not moving, until she looked up at him again. She looked away.

“I’ve never done this before” she whispered.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked.

She nodded. Logan mentally berated himself for not figuring it out. It explained
her nervous anticipation and the tightness he had felt when he was pleasuring
her. He moved off her, and turned her onto her side to face him. He cradled her
in his arms, and was silent for several moments.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Trying to settle myself down” he answered.

“No! Logan, I want this. I want you to.”

Logan shook his head, breathing deeply, trying to make yet another unfulfilled
hard-on subside. She looked at him.

“Please, I want to satisfy you. I don’t want it to be about fantasies anymore.”

“I can’t just take it from you. Not like this. You’re not ready yet.”

“I was in a coma for six years, Logan. When I went into the coma, I was just
starting to explore my sexuality. When I woke up, something inside me woke up,
too. It’s a need that’s been building for years. Every time I’m around you, I
want to make up for lost time….”

Logan chuckled. He kissed her neck and nuzzled against her.

“You were smart to wait. Teenagers usually want to rush stupidly into
everything, especially sex. And if you’ve waited this long, you shouldn’t just
give it up the first time you get hot and bothered.”

“I didn’t really wait willingly. I was unconscious, which tends to limit your
social life. And I’m not just giving it up. I want to give it to you; you’ve
taught me so much, and I trust you. I know you respect me. What could be more
perfect that that?” She kissed him deeply, moving on top of him.

“Please” she whispered, caressing his chest.

“You aren’t ready, darlin” he whispered. “Trust me.”

She moaned and slumped against him. “I want you.” she pleaded.

Logan laughed quietly again, and held her in his arms.

“Soon.”