SOME ENCHANTED EVENING Luba Kmetyk DISCLAIMER: Nightcrawler, Amanda and Excalibur are trademarks of Marvel Comics. This story is an unauthorized work done purely for my personal enjoyment, and is not intended to infringe on any of their rights in or profits from these characters. But this story is copyright to me. WARNING: THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this. NOTES: This story is a romantic/erotic interlude that was inspired by somebody (I forget who, sorry) commenting that only Kitty and Pete seemed to have a good relationship (aka, have lots of mad, passionate sex ) in my series. So, here are Kurt and Amanda having an equally good time. There will be a Brian/Meggan story too, someday, as well as stories with a few other characters. More notes at the end of the story... ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: This is for Suzie, for always making me feel that at least one reader out there is enjoying the erotic scenes, and wanting more. I'd also like to thank Tilman Stieve for his many helpful suggestions in general and the German dialogue in particular (although any errors in the German are entirely mine ), and Patch for feedback on the draft. MISCELLANEOUS: This is one story in a series of loosely-plotted stories entitled "Idylls of the Cat" that are mostly Pryde and Wisdom, and the others' reaction to Kitty's new relationship. Most of the stories in the series are not action or adventure, they're mainly sex and/or conversations, like this one, and can all be found on my own webpage at http://home.att.net/~lubakmetyk/ If you want to comment, send email to * * * * * * * * * * Prologue The candles had burned only a short way down, when Amanda finished casting her spell. Lowering her outstretched arms, she turned to stand in the middle of the sitting room facing him, her sea-green eyes and strawberry-blonde mane glinting and shimmering in the soft flickering light. Her always-romantic cavalier had arranged for the hotel concierge to provide a veritable forest of the mood-setting tapers around their suite, all of which he'd lit ceremoniously upon their return. The look of undisguised amazement on her lover's face was enough to make her laugh. "See? I *told* you it would work!" she cried. The unholy glee in her own gaze suggested she was more than a little pleased at the success of her efforts. Refusing to let the suddenly renewed hardness in his groin pressure him into grabbing his smirking lady and throwing her down on the floor and ravishing her right there and then -- even if he *knew* she wouldn't mind that in the least -- Wagner forced himself to stay still for a long moment, taking deep relaxing breaths, pushing away thoughts of how very sexy his lady looked in that little black nothing of a dress that clung possessively to every lush curve and swell. He recalled smugly how all eyes had been upon her when they'd been out dining in the elegant Italian restaurant earlier that evening. "I am not completely convinced we truly need any more aid than your own enchanting appearance, bezaubernde Amanda." Once he was quite sure he had himself firmly in control again, the blue-furred leader of Excalibur stalked over gracefully to stand behind her, his three-toed feet making no sound as he padded across the thick, plush carpet. "But let us by all means take full advantage of *all* your skills, Schatzilein." Fingers also fewer and thicker than 'normal' brushed back heavy tresses, and his then-and-now girlfriend could feel his warm breath tickling on her neck while his husky voice said softly directly into her ear, "Beweg' dich nicht, Liebling." Then, since his lips were already in position, he took another minute or two to nibble gently on one sensitive earlobe (careful of his pointed fangs), while the sleekly furred triangle ending his highly functional and useful tail came up to run lightly around the intricate folds in her other ear. He felt her delightful shiver at the echoing sensations. But, minding his instruction to stay still, his girlfriend remained in the same casual standing position, legs slightly apart, hands at her side, letting him have his way with her instead of aggressively advancing their loveplay. He ran his hands up along her bare arms, gently tracing delicate patterns on her skin, his special pupils letting him watch even in the dim illumination as each wave of tiny goosebumps rose and then subsided, while he marvelled anew how her smooth ivory flesh was so warm and soft. Then he bent, to reach down below her skirt to her bare legs; she hadn't bothered putting on pantyhose. She had lovely legs with slim ankles, just a little plump in all the right places. His fingers trailed down from her thigh to the back of her knee, then further, down her calf to her ankle, his tail repeating the same path on her other side. Fingers grasping at her just above one foot, Wagner pushed upward lightly, while his tail wound around her other ankle to hold it still, and Amanda shifted her weight in response. He removed her shoe -- simple black heels, not particularly high -- slipping it off like some reverse Cinderella act with the prince removing her slipper instead of trying it on for fit. He gently manipulated her foot, running a finger across the top, then underneath along the sole from heel to toes. He'd given her foot massages before, of course, many times, but this was a light tickle that made her gasp and giggle and squirm a little bit as she balanced on the other foot. Then he released her, and for a moment she stood there with one foot bare in the carpet, until he repeated the whole process, and got rid of her other shoe. Then those thick fingers traced back up her leg again, to her skirt line, and further up, until they brushed along her inner thighs, then further up again, almost to her holy of holies. No panties, which Kurt was well aware of, since it was he who, right before they'd left earlier that evening for dinner and the theater, had knelt briefly in the luckily empty hotel hall and reached up under her skirt to grasp her black lacy panties, to gently yank them down and off while Amanda had leaned on him for balance as she stepped out of each leg in turn. * * * * * * * * * * Part 1 Her panties were still in his jacket pocket where he'd put them immediately afterwards, after taking a long appreciative sniff of her delicate feminine odor on the lacy fabric, with a chuckled "A true knight always carries his lady's favor, schone Madel." Amanda had been both excited and nervous, afraid some other hotel resident would step out into the hallway at the wrong moment and see just what her lover was doing. The threat of her resulting embarrassment had her blushing prettily, the warm flush washing over her face and, Kurt was quite sure, other delightful areas of her body. All through their early supper at one of her favorite Soho restaurants, he'd entertained himself thinking of her sitting there so primly and so sedately in that sexy black dress... and no panties underneath. After several glasses of the good red wine he'd selected, she'd slipped off her shoes during the entree and they'd played footsy periodically until the last bit of dessert had disappeared, and more than once her bare foot had found its way up into his lap under the safe haven of the damask tablecloth. As he'd found so often in their past, his foster sister's early circus training ensured she could be very dexterous with those toes, indeed -- and with other unexpected parts of her body -- although of course no normal human could match his own agility. They could have taken a cab to the restaurant and then on to the play, but instead they'd opted for the tube. As she'd walked into the Leicester Square station, just as she had on the crowded sidewalks, Amanda had been careful to move conservatively, lest a gust of wind show the world her secret. And when the Northern Line train came roaring into the station, her hands had instinctively gone to her hemline, making sure the blast of air didn't give him a Marilyn Monroe moment -- but then deliberately lifted up at the last second, allowing a brief flash of all her charms, accompanied by a wide smile. In the theater, during the play -- perhaps bored by Ibsen -- the part-time stewardess/part-time sorceress had again played the aggressor, her fingers reaching over to brush against the crotch of his slacks, constantly re-energizing his already uncomfortable, unrelieved erection. And Amanda had been the one to insist, with her eyes as big and wide and innocent as she could manage -- Kurt always got lost in those eyes, he never could say 'No' to them, ever since he could remember -- that they counterbalance Ibsen with champagne during the intermissions, and she'd had enough bubbly that she'd gotten very giggly and even more gushingly sexy. By the time they'd left the concrete National Theatre building overlooking the south bank of the Thames to walk back to the Waterloo tube station, their entwined fingers playing yet another sensuous little game, they were both walking self-consciously, Amanda with no panties, Kurt with an erection that felt the size of an oil derrick. It was pleasantly cool outside, and she shivered a little as the breeze played over her exposed skin. "You must be cold. Here, take my jacket, Schatz," her escort offered gallantly, but she shook her head, smiling, as she walked along clinging to his arm as much for support after the wine and champagne as for warmth and affection. "Then, I insist we take a cab -- you will be warmer and we will be back at the hotel more quickly if we do not have to wait to change trains at Leicester Square." Within a few minutes of reaching the intersection of Waterloo and York Roads, they were comfortably ensconced on worn but clean leather upholstery in the roomy back seat of an old-style black London cab. Still giggling sporadically, Amanda slid over to snuggle up to her boyfriend and kissed him, tilting his head with one hand until their lips met, her tongue dancing saucily around inside his mouth. That was absolutely delightful, of course, but after a moment Kurt decided it was time to try to take the initative back again, and let his ladylove feel some of the same frustration he was currently suffering. While the cab drove through Lambeth, he shifted his body to block the driver's view -- although the middle-aged and obviously world-weary cabbie *had* to be used to all sorts of couples making out in his back seat -- to run one hand up her leg under her skirt to her inner thighs, and above. After lightly brushing fingertips over the wet heat there, he removed his fingers again, with just a touch of her moisture on them and brought them up to his lips. Crossing Westminster Bridge, they both ignored the view of the Thames and the Houses of Parliament as Wagner instead stared fixedly into Amanda's shining sea-mist eyes shifting to follow his every tiny movement. As he had earlier with her panties, he could smell her scent as he licked his fingertips clean... and then offered the thumb to her lips. Smiling, she closed her eyes and surrounded his offering with her beautiful rosebud mouth, and began sucking softly. Kurt removed his thumb and placed his forefinger in her mouth, and she did the same. Then he slid in his other finger. Amanda sucked it lasciviously as she had the others, in a traditional pantomime of fellatio, with a teasing grin that couldn't be concealed by her occupied mouth. Wagner was at full flagpole again now -- unfortunately, he'd just reminded himself how much he himself needed relief, as much or more than he'd teased his partner by not driving his fingers more deeply inside her. Aware of that, Amanda let go of her impromptu popsicle and pushed her lover away a few inches to call out to their driver, "Could you pull over, please?" "'Ere, madam?" At her quick nod, the cabbie obediently pulled over off Chelsea Bridge Road, stopping in front of some buildings standing shuttered and silent, since it was getting pretty close to midnight. Around the corner, there were several dark houses in-between closed shoppes with an empty lot on the other side, so it was a reasonably secluded spot within the city. As their driver started parking under the glowing circle surrounding one of the streetlamps, Amanda wriggled her fingers and muttered under her breath, and the cabbie let his vehicle coast several more meters, to stop in the darker gloom just beyond. The sorceress kept wriggling her fingers for another long moment, though, and kept chanting, her low voice rising slightly on each word, until she barked a last command, and fell silent. Kurt looked down in considerable surprise as his girlfriend slid forward off the seat to kneel in front of him, mostly invisible in her black dress in the darkness, with just her pale legs and arms and face illuminated by the diffuse light from the streetlamps. "Was machst du da, Amanda? Wenn uns jemand sieht!" "You looked like you were getting pretty desperate there, mein Teufelchen." Practiced hands undid his belt, unzipped his slacks, and parted them. Then her fingers expertly moved his boxers aside, freeing his erection. "Relax -- the driver can't see, hear or smell anything, and he won't even know he's been out of it for a while." Wagner reached down, to grab her hands where they were about to grab a certain portion of his own anatomy. "I had thought we would save my... extremity... for our return to our temporary quarters. I fear I will not last long at all tonight, and I would not wish to short-change you..." "Keine Sorge, Kurtilein," his girlfriend grinned up at him. "I found this great old spell recently -- the witch covens back centuries ago used to used it on the member chosen to represent the Black Man--" "Was?" Kurt was having more than a bit of trouble concentrating at this particular moment, and Amanda's sudden swerve into a history lecture had confused him completely. "The Black Man, Kurt!" she exclaimed impatiently. "Come on, Mother taught us both the basics ages ago. The Church considered him the Devil, but he was really the embodiment of Pan... you know, the Greek fertility demi-god?" she added archly. "Ahh..." Nightcrawler did indeed remember those early lessons, and had started to grin himself as he realized what Amanda was planning. "And, as the symbol of fertility, the Black Man had to service everyone in the coven during their ceremonies, whether he was a real demi-god or just a mortal stand-in," the sorceress continued. "This spell was designed to make sure he could perform as required. So, I can assure you, Kurt -- whatever happens now, you'll be more than ready later too..." They traded knowing smirks. "Then I can safely leave everything in your capable hands, kleine Hexe..." "And mouth..." she purred throatily. With one last look up at him, the wanton look in her eyes burning into his memory, Amanda's head sank into his lap, and she finally took him into her mouth -- just the head, at first, and an inch of the shaft. She ran the fingers of one hand up and down the velvety soft blue skin along his straining length, while her other hand cupped his balls in a warm, slightly sweatty palm, playing him like a musical instrument as she so well knew how to do. Meanwhile, true to her word, her mouth alternately sucked at the engored bulb, and then relaxed while she ran her tongue all around it. The sucking, slurping noises were really a turn-on, and periodically she'd make a noise deep in her throat, an "Mmmmm" sound, as if she were enjoying her meal, knowing her lover enjoyed the audible signs of her own enjoyment. Then she started humming a little tune with his manhood still held in her mouth, which always drove Kurt crazy with the tiny gusts of air and faint vibrations against his highly sensitized flesh. His hands played idly in her hair, caressed the back of her neck, and traced gently over the dress down her backbone. Amanda was doing a wonderful, energetic job, but Kurt had to fight the urge to grasp her head and force her down on him -- he knew she didn't like to take it very deep. But what she were doing was fantastic and, as he'd predicted, he didn't last very long, the whole previous evening of being turned on by her had him primed and ready to burst. "Gleich kommt's, Schatz..." A last warning. Back off or be prepared. "Mmmm-hmmm..." muffled, but eager, her one hand still caressing his balls, her other hand stroking his shaft even harder, her suction gentle but steady, all bespeaking years of intimate knowledge of how to best please each other. Kurt had let go then, gasping and spasming as he spurted into her mouth. Amanda had swallowed greedily, making him feel as if he'd been transported to a higher plane, the blood roaring through his veins not from the wine, but from the orgasm she'd just orchestrated. His lady continued to gently work him with lips and teeth and tongue and dextrous fingers until he was completely finished. Then he sagged back, sweating, feeling very confined suddenly, still in sportcoat and tie, tail trapped uncomfortably where it lay hidden against his leg inside his pants. They stayed there for a few minutes, the sounds of the punk rock station on the cab's radio suddenly blaringly noticeable once they were not longer as distracted. Suddenly a car wheeled around the corner, stabbing out with its headlights, which probably weren't brights but seemed so. Wagner tensed for a minute but Amanda's spell held, and the cabby still sat frozen and oblivious in the front seat. However, the sweep of light had given Kurt a brief flash of her lovely face there in his lap, her head turned to one side, his softening manhood still held lightly in her mouth, eyes widened and pupils dilated in shock at the unexpected glare of headlights -- then the car sped on by. "I think it would be best we go back to our rooms," he said. She lifted her head, nodding agreement, and rearranged herself on the seat while he carefully zipped up. A negligent gesture awoke their driver, and they drove the rest of the way in silence. Amanda had sat there all proper and sedate again, but the taste of him was still with her, and, once, when Kurt had looked over, she was thoughtfully licking her lips. * * * * * * * * * * Part 2 And now they were finally back in the comfort and privacy of their cozy Chelsea hotel suite, Amanda standing barefoot in the middle of the sitting room in very little but her slinky black dress. Image inducer discarded, her blue-furred, demonic-looking boyfriend crouched down beside her, his hands up under her skirt, tracing teasingly around her carefully trimmed bush, but not actually venturing to touch her innermost areas yet, even though she was already hot and wet there. The long evening of mental and physical foreplay had gotten her quite worked up too, as he well knew. It had taken her only a moment after their return to cast the spell she'd told him about, and Wagner had to admit it had worked like the proverbial charm. He was as hard and needy as if he'd been celibate for months, even though they'd actually probably had quite as much intimate interaction as Kitty and Wisdom during that time period, most recently such a very short time ago -- although Kurt was too much the gentleman to parade his more erotic romantic prowess before his teammates and friends. Bending, he grasped her ankles and forced her stance a little wider apart. Then, standing behind her, he took her bare arms and held them above her head. Freed from its long captivity within his trouser leg when he'd removed his lower clothing for comfort right after the success of Amanda's latest magical effort, his lithe, limber tail stretched up to wrap around both her wrists and hold her in that position, while he unzipped her dress, and then pulled it above her. Releasing her hands, he lifted the bunched ebony silk higher until it cleared her arms -- and she stood there, her black lacy bra still on, highlighting the rest of her pale bare flesh gleaming soft and lovely in the candlelight, wearing nothing else but her earrings. He was almost impatient enough to throw the dress carelessly on the sofa, but, instead, remembered his manners and his preferred style, and went over to the old but well-preserved armoire in the bedroom and got a hanger and hung it up neatly, then did the same with the slacks and shirt he'd just discarded a moment earlier as Amanda laughed, "So, is that a new image you're working on -- Kurti the Hausman instead of Kurt the swashbuckler?" Wagner returned to the sitting room to find his girlfriend still standing in almost the exact same position, stretching exaggeratedly with her hands held above her head as if in a holdup -- which position she knew quite well pulled up and displayed her generous bosom in a very fetching manner. "I know you're well trained, Kurt, but I wouldn't have thought picking up would be uppermost on your mind right at this moment," she laughed teasingly at his finicky housekeeping, eyeing the bulge straining the thin fabric of his crimson paisley silk boxers and the blue flesh edging through the opening. "You know I do not like to be rushed, mein Engelein," he growled throatily. Running his hands along her arms, Kurt gently urged them downward, to her sides again. Then he brought them back around behind her, until she was standing at parade rest, almost military style -- although not *quite* at full attention, as his own body was. Enjoying how her arms behind her back thrust her impressive chest forward, he kept her hands there with his tail looped loosely around her wrists while he continued his more traditional caresses, running his hands along her back, loving the feel of the trim muscles hidden under the soft flesh. He kneaded her graceful shoulders and neck gently, where she was often a little tense, "Dein Nacken ist etwas verspannt, Amandalein. Komm', ich helf' dir..." Once he'd felt her relaxing under his firm grasp, he bent to kiss the bend where neck and shoulder merged together, then moved back around to her front, to grasp her luxurious breasts spilling out of the sexy bra. He could feel her erect nipples through the lacy black silk. He reached behind and undid the fastening and slipped it off, then his hands moved back around to cup her now-exposed breasts, rubbing them gently, circling around, ending up with thumb and forefinger on each nipple, which he tweaked gently, making Amanda moan. Still grasping one breast, he lowered his mouth to the next, running his mouth in slowly narrowing circles until he had the nipple captured in his lips. The voluptuous strawberry blonde arched her back, thrusting her ample breasts forward even more, and her lover could tell she was having a hard time standing still. But she kept her hands clasped behind her, even when his tail uncoiled and slipped away, letting him feast on her however he wanted, while he slid downward slowly, running his tongue down between her breasts, tracing a line across her smooth tummy, down to the carefully maintained, short thatch of hair below. Again Kurt played with her, the tip of his tail tickling her navel while his mouth circled her inner thighs-- but not yet venturing into the folds tucked away there or touching the small bundle of nerves within. Then he moved around to stand behind her, and bent down again. Amanda knew from long experience how much Kurt loved that odd spot, the little fold where the gloriously rounded buttock ended and the curvaceous leg began. She bent forward slightly, and he took prompt advantage of her new position to run his wet, hot tongue into and along that crease on one side, his soft-furred tail sliding along the same joint on her other side, then switching over. After she'd started squirming enough for her rear to bump him in the nose a few times -- hard -- Wagner stood back up, running his eager mouth up her backbone while his hands gently tugged her upright. He moved around and away again until he could see his lady's face, and her eyes were shining... her whole body almost glowing, quivering in place, and moaning softly as his mouth roamed freely across the front of her body. He loved looking into her eyes, their misty green shifting all the way from blue to hazel as her moods changed -- although Amanda was now increasingly closing them as the passion welled up higher and higher inside her -- but what he had in mind next would unfortunately require those lovely eyes to be out of view for awhile. Kurt walked back to the bedroom, and returned in a few minutes with an impromptu blindfold, a folded-over silk scarf which he wrapped snugly over her upper face, taking extra care not to catch any of her spectacular hair in the knot he tied in the fabric. Now her world was darkness, spiced up by sounds and smells and touches and tastes. Suddenly she realized it was a tiny bit chilly in their suite, and she shivered slightly, standing naked and blindfolded, nipples already hard from arousal as much as from cold. Leaving her there in the middle of the room with a soft, "Warte, Liebling, nur einen Augenblick," Kurt went over to where he'd hung his jacket, and retrieved her black lace panties from the sidepocket where they had been all evening. Winding the material around his thick, blunt fingers as he came back to her again, he began brushing her nipples with it. The silky part and the rougher part with the lace pattern caused a light, tickling, titillating sensation on her nipples, making Amanda moan softly. After several long minutes, he slowly shifted his tantalizing attentions lower on her body, until he was rubbing the panty material between her legs, chuckling as she wordlessly spread her thighs wider apart to give him better access to her entrance. The novelty of it not being her lover's fingers and flesh and fur but instead the material of her panties used to stimulate her was working Amanda up rapidly -- as if she hadn't already been primed enough. Leaving her panting and writhing in need, Wagner again moved away, and as her breathing quieted she could hear the door to the tiny built-in fridge slam, drawers open and close, silverware clinking, etc. Then his footsteps returned, and she heard him set some things down on the table. She was straining her hearing, trying to pin down the assorted small sounds, then jumped slightly when a wineglass was held against her lips. "Drink?" Realizing her mouth was dry and parched all of a sudden, Amanda took a sip of wine, gratefully -- just a sip, she figured she'd probably really had more than enough wine and champagne already, and might need a clear head for the rest of their evening. She heard a clink on the coffeetable as he put the wineglass aside and then, after a pause, she practically leapt up when she felt a burning on her forehead. "Kurt!!" "Sshhh... Entspanne dich, meine Liebe, und geniess' es..." Her racing heartbeat slowed gradually when she realized after an endless moment that it was just an icecube he was running down her face before offering it to her mouth. Amanda opened her lips at his fingers' urging and felt its shape -- big and square. Kurt pulled it back again and ran it down her chin, her neck, until the slowly melting block slid between her breasts. He annointed each nipple with it, and then slowly ran it down her belly, leaving a little wet line along the same path his mouth had travelled earlier. He kept sliding it down, again teasing around her lower lips. Amanda gasped and squirmed as her muscles tightened. She reached down to grab her teasing lover's hand and push it where she wanted it, but his tail came up and around to wind around her wrist firmly and tug her hand back behind her. Meanwhile Wagner kept up his routine, now running the noticeably-smaller ice cube down her legs and back up, moving ever closer in to her center. He teased around the swollen nether lips, and then slid his impromptu sextoy in partway, moving it around within. The cube had melted quite a bit by now, the edges rounded and slick. As her involuntary movements became more frantic, her lover slid his tail from her wrist to her waist while he snaked one furred arm beneath her buttocks to hold her firmly in place. Released, her hands came around to grip his shoulders, tightly, while his other hand continued working the rapidly shrinking sliver within his increasingly frantic and more vocal lady, who'd started moaning loudly, and muttering words and mixing languages a little incoherently -- "oh, yes" and "mehr" and "oh, god" and "bitte" a lot, biting her lip. Nightcrawler had simply expected to tease her this way for a while, and then move on to more 'serious' lovemaking, but Amanda suddenly cried out loudly and fell to the carpet on her knees as her legs buckled from a powerful orgasm. Her self-impressed lover sank down onto his own knees next to her, continuing to work her with the ice cube which was quickly disappearing with her inner heat. When just a sliver remained, he pulled it out and popped it into her mouth, then took her face in his hands, kissed her lips, parted them, and slid the soaking ice cube remnant deeper into her mouth with his tongue. She took it in greedily and sucked on it for a quick second, then crunched it between her teeth... and it was gone. "Sorry, Kurt," Amanda gasped then, "I just couldn't stay standing." "Shhhhhh," he intoned mock-solemnly. He moved lower, his mouth and hands pausing to play with her breasts on the way down, and then he spread her knees wider, and his tongue moved to where the ice cube had been so recently. He grasped her ass cheeks as he dined on her, his long tongue dancing over and into her folds, his tail reaching up to tease and tickle big, rock-hard, engorged nipples. In very short order she was coming again, kneeling there gasping, sweating despite the slight chill. Kurt wondered if he should turn up the heat a little -- he had a hard time judging, since his sleek blue fur usually kept him more than warm enough, and now Amanda's last spell was certainly adding to his overall fevered state -- but decided the contrast of coolness and warmth playing over her bare skin would just add to her overall stimulation. * * * * * * * * * * Part 3 Wagner rose to his feet again, still hard, deciding he could begin seeing to his own relief now. Stripping off his boxers, he presented his aching need to her upturned, blindfolded face where she knelt in front of him, running the velvet-soft, steel-hard shaft across her forehead, her cheeks. She opened her mouth, and he again slid inside. As she had earlier in the cab, Amanda worked on his straining manhood orally and manually, knowing exactly the kinds of kisses and bites and sucks and pinches and strokes he liked best, while he stared down at her upturned, blindfolded face in his usual reverent awe that she was actually with him. He usually preferred to see her beautiful sea-mist eyes, but one couldn't have everything, and he knew the temporary loss of sight would merely heighten her other senses. Meanwhile, he could still feast his own eyes on all that voluptuous white flesh -- mottled a bright pink now in several places from her just-past orgasms -- and the thick reddish blonde hair so beautifully highlighted by the dancing candlelight. Amanda knelt there, in darkness from her vantage point, her world filled with the faint rhythm of heavy gasping breaths, the musky scent of their mutual arousal, the taste of his salty sweat and the feel of his hot-velvet flesh in her mouth. Kurt was in no danger of coming for a long time yet, after the spell she'd cast, but he was certainly *wanting* to come. He just enjoyed the sensation for a while, but then decided to see if more exotic stimulation could overwhelm the magical constraint laid on him. He shivered at the feeling of cool air wafting across his heated need as he withdrew from her pursed lips with an audible 'pop', and left her just kneeling there in a sensual void for several minutes. Before she made up her mind to take off the blindfold and get up to go look for him, Wagner returned with a soft rustle of fabric, and laid a cushion on the floor behind her, then urged her back onto the carpet, laying on her back on the cushion. He straddled her, and felt her shiver as his shaft brushed between her legs and then slid across her stomach, finally coming to rest between her large, billowing breasts. She knew what he wanted, and her hands came up to either side of her breasts, pushing them together after Kurt had slid his manhood into the valley between the two mounds. As she kept up the supporting pressure, he began slowly rubbing himself back and forth, between the soft pillows of flesh, enjoying the delicate sensation and the sight of her blindfolded face just a few inches away from his shaft thrusting between her cleavage, while his tail tickled and teased at the hidden opening between her legs. "First franzosisch, now spanisch... will we try it englisch-style tonight too, mein Blauschnauzelein?" "I do not think you have done anything to deserve a spanking just now, mein Liebling -- and most certainly *never* any more than that..." After a few minutes of exotic stimulation, Nightcrawler abruptly stood up, then grasped his lady's hands and urged her up onto her feet also. Carefully leading the still-blindfolded Amanda to the nearest nice, convenient, unblocked-by-furniture wall, Kurt turned her and placed her flat against it. Then he pressed his body up against hers, his fully-erect manhood pointing straight up and trapped tightly against her belly, her soft voluptuous breasts squashed against his hard-muscled chest, pinning her head to the wall gently while his mouth covered hers with fierce kisses. His thick- fingered hands initially held her face in place as he kissed her, then -- after lips and tongue were fully engaged -- slid down to squeeze between their bodies to caress her breasts, then moved lower down, to feel the hot, waiting wetness there. Removing his hand, he grasped her seductively-flaring hips, wrapped his tail around her waist and lifted a little -- and then, with just a little more contorted effort, finally slid his shaft inside her. Amanda couldn't hold back a little, unladylike grunt as her lover filled her and began slowly driving into her right there, up against the wall. But she immediately began moving with him, making most delighted noises as the hard wall against her back provided more support than any soft mattress could, and allowed his thrusts to drive even deeper than usual. After a few minutes of this, Nightcrawler tightened his grip, his hands sinking deeper into her soft, fleshy rear cheeks, his tail winding tighter around her hourglass waist, and lifted Amanda up bodily, his shaft still buried to the hilt within her. "Kurt!" she squealed in surprise, then went out in mock outrage, "I don't care how soft this carpet is, if you drop me on my butt you'll find out some other spells I know that won't add too much to the romance of the evening..." To help support her own weight, the blonde sorceress clenched her own arms around his shoulders, burying her face into the soft blue fuzz covering the warm hollow in his neck, and wrapped her legs around his hips as her swaggering, staggering lover awkwardly moved them over toward the couch, almost stumbling for a moment -- Wagner was far stronger than his gymnast's figure would suggest, but she wasn't an anorexic stick of a modern cover-girl model either. "I would not be so careless with such a precious burden, my lady..." Finally reaching the sitting room settee with its plump, inviting pillows, he lay her down on her back and began driving into her in earnest, sliding in and out, fast and hard. "So eng, so heiss, so wundervoll, Liebling..." he murmured in time with his thrusts. He kept stroking, and chanting assorted compliments and endearments, while realizing that Amanda's spell had some unanticipated drawbacks as well as its undoubted advantages. *She* was free to enjoy, and benefit from, his attentions, but *he* was starting to believe he was in serious danger of expiring from terminal frustration. Before now, Wagner could not have imagined anyone could be as aroused and ready as he now had been for some considerable time without succumbing to the blessings of physical release. Deciding to change position again, hoping to find one that would at last let him climax, Kurt drew back. Ignoring Amanda's loud and fervid protests at the sudden and unexpected lack of stimulation, he pulled her upright, grasped her around the waist firmly and turned her around to face the couch. His hands pushed down on her shoulders to bend her over the back while his feet prodded her legs apart. Once he had her arranged in the new position he'd wanted, he entered her again -- this time from behind, doggy style. As he thrust, his hands slid along her heaving, sweat-soaked ribcage to grasp large, voluptuous breasts, fingers tweaking her hard, engorged nipples in time with his thrusts. Two fast thrusts, and then a slow one -- a uneven but repetitive rhythm -- and her back arched as her own body thrust back to anticipate his strokes, her breasts shaking as her body rocked under his, Kurt's mouth on the side of her neck, growling and nipping at her with sharp fangs until she contorted around so that their lips could meet, and lock. Wagner kept thrusting -- fast fast, slow -- relentlessly, pistoning his hips and varying his angle slightly on each stroke until Amanda came again, crying out so loudly he briefly wondered if their teammates back on Muir could hear her. He continued riding her for a few minutes, and then disengaged again, still hard... and even more frustrated. Whenever she climaxed she relaxed -- not too surprisingly -- and her limp, flaccid, sated body made it that much harder for him to achieve his own release. This time, Nightcrawler perched on the couch seat in a characteristic gargoyle-like pose -- which left his tail plenty of space to maneuver -- and tugged his girlfriend up and onto his lap. Blindfolded and more than a bit dizzied by her last climax, Amanda couldn't anticipate exactly what her lover was going to guide her into next. However, she felt his stiff sex jabbing at her just as he muttered hoarsely, "Auf, mein Leibste, auf ein Neues..." "Once more unto the breach indeed," she giggled, but didn't need any further instruction or any further assistance to curl her long shapely legs around his waist and lock her ankles together behind his back, just above that spot where his tail started. As she slid downward into his arms and his lap, the voluptuous strawberry blonde slowly impaled herself upon his shaft again, then she slid up and down on his erection as Wagner's strong, three-fingered hands grasped her buttocks to lift her slightly so he was almost fully withdrawn and then let her settle back down onto him, over and over. The hold he kept on her rear cheeks pulled them apart slightly, allowing his tail to glide along the widened crease, and prod at the hidden opening within. "Ahh... mein liebes Doppelschwaenzchen..." As the sorceress came for the fourth time at the double stimulation, front and rear, Kurt felt Amanda's spell finally failing under his own continuous, relentless, exquisite simulation. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with a loud groan of relief came himself for the second time that evening. They were both gasping, hard, as they finally slowed to a stop. His shaft was still inside her, still semi-hard but softening now, as his tail slipped out of her rear to twine around her waist, while her legs slid downward. They still had their arms around each other tightly as they fell back onto the couch. His normally sleek fur matted and musky with perspiration, Kurt took a long, shuddering breath where he had his face buried in the hollow in her neck and hugged his lady even closer, hearing Amanda moan as her highly sensitized nipples pressed even more snugly against the damp blue fuzz covering his chest. As she struggled to catch her own breath, he straightened up slightly, raising one hand to tilt her head up so he could kiss her face gently, as he finally peeled away the black silk blindfold from her sweat-soaked face to reveal his girlfriend's lovely eyes again, pupils now dilated to almost engulf the circumscribing verdant irises after so long in the dark, lids heavy and drooping with passion well sated. "Ich liebe dich..." He kissed each eyelid tenderly, forcing her to close them again briefly, and then just held her close for a long period... almost dozing, but not quite. * * * * * * * * * * Part 4 As they rested, the heat of exertion and arousal no longer balanced the slowly increasing chill in the room, and they cuddled closer together where they still lounged on the plump, inviting couch in their suite's sitting room. Neither one wanted to move just at the moment, even to get up to move to the bed; Amanda just pressed in closer into Kurt's snug, warm fur, luxuriating in his warmth where she still half-sat, half-lay in his lap, her legs wrapped around his back, his tail wrapped around her back. "So," a very satisfied sorceress murmured into her lover's neck, "was getting away from Muir a good idea or not? What are we planning for tomorrow? You want to try that spell again? Or have we exhausted all the possibilities of London already, and you want to rush back to those endless 'responsibilities' of yours?" "I think the others can survive without us a while longer." Wagner nipped at her shoulder lightly with sharp canines. "Although I insist we carry on without your magical version of Viagra -- I am not sure I could survive another bout of that arousal spell. However, I am not entirely without resources and desires of my own, and I *do* have some other things in mind to do with that blindfold... and its siblings... involving you tied up with scarves, spread-eagled on that big bed. We have not tried out the shower yet, or the tub next to it, and I assume *you* have some additional ideas of your own also -- besides our recent attempt to confirm your historical researches, I mean?" The lush blonde leaned in closer, to whisper into one pointy blue ear, "I *do* have one idea right now, Kurt... The night's still young, and there's nowhere we have to be early tomorrow -- no team meetings, no workouts, no arguing whose turn it is to cook or clean or do laundry..." White fangs glinted against midnight blue in a delighted grin. "You are quite correct, meine Liebling..." "I usually am, mein Schatz -- you should know that by now." They spent another few minutes just snuggling again, Nightcrawler enjoying her silky smooth skin as his hands gently rubbed all over her back, his partner revelling in his silky smooth fur as she curled up around him. Kurt's tail twined around one of her legs absentmindedly, then slid away to glide over her buttocks and lower thighs teasingly, before returning to its former hold. But Amanda was still in a playful mood herself. As they sat there in the warm afterglow, she pulled back slightly to sit against his shoulder and slid one trim, neatly-manicured foot around until it was gently, lazily rubbing over his limp shaft, while her target watched her agile white limb highlighted by the scarlet nail-polish that Kurt himself had spent a lot of time applying three coats of earlier that week gliding over his own vivid rich blue fur and flesh. No esoteric magic this time, just the familiar magic of skin on skin; energized not by 'supra-natural' incantation, but by ordinary human emotion. It could be taken as *her* absentminded 'thank you' -- or as a subtle invitation to further play; she left that up to her currently sated lover. Her impromptu foot-job evidently had results, though -- or her earlier spell had not yet fully dissipated. Whichever the case, tender flesh twitched and jumped at her teasing touch as her lover quite noticeably started to stiffen again. Her elegant hands tracing little patterns as she ruffled matching, well-manicured nails through the sweat-matted fur on his chest just added to the temptation. Wagner stood up abruptly, reaching down to grasp his smugly smiling girlfriend's hands to pull her up to her feet also. Aroused -- but not frantically so, after having come twice already that night (or, at least not *yet* frantically so) -- he felt in no particular hurry. Standing face to face, both still naked, he kissed Amanda again -- on the forehead, on her still-closed eyes, then down her cheek until their lips met and clung for a deliciously long moment, as did the rest of their bodies. Then with a mischievous grin, Kurt put her blindfold in place again. "Ja, ganz recht, meine Schone, the night *is* still quite young..." His tail had grabbed the swath of black silk from the floor while he was getting Amanda back on her feet. Standing in front of his curious but co-operative leman he gently grasped each lush, erect nipple with the thumb and forefinger of a hand. "Come with me, Weib." Then, after pausing to grab up two nearby candles in loops of his tail, he started walking backward, still pinching her nipples lightly, tugging Amanda along, leading her by the breasts (carefully since she was blindfolded) into the bathroom. He put the toilet seat down quickly -- irrationally glad that she *was* blindfolded, so he wouldn't have to listen to the automatic lecture about his typical male inconsiderateness in always leaving it up despite her *repeated* requests -- and guided her down to sit on the toilet seat while he set the candles on the sink counter. Sitting down on the rim of the tub, he began to run the bathwater, swishing the water with his tail to make sure it was warm but not too hot, softly crooning the old popular song In Hamburg sind die Nachte lang, substituting 'London' for 'Hamburg' and making other appropriate changes as they occurred to him. As the tub filled slowly, he looked over at the lovely form of his silent companion -- and his lips twitched in an involuntary grin. Naked and blindfolded, Amanda sat primly on the toilet seat, legs together, hands folded in her lap as if attending the most formal occasion. He couldn't see her sea-green eyes, of course, but he knew that they were crinkled up with humor. Wagner knew that he often took his self-imposed role as the gallant swash-buckler and romantic lover -- the modern-day Errol Flynn -- a bit too seriously. His longtime girlfriend grounded him, the merest twitch of her own lush lips reminding him to laugh at himself... not the brittle laughter of bravado covering up the buried pain at his demonic appearance, but the hearty, earthy laughter of complete acceptance of his exterior and interior both. His foster sister, girlfriend, lover -- his *humanity* -- sat there patiently, leaning back against the cool porcelain, nude, blindfolded, awaiting whatever he'd come up with next with smugly hidden anticipation. She was usually more than happy to let him run their time together -- he was always both considerate and creative (not to mention furry and cuddly -- there was a lot to be said for an adult, anatomically correct and fully functioning teddy bear, equipped with a prehensile tail). The air was still a little chilly, and every once in a while some drops would splash from the filling tub to land on the twosome in the bathroom. That was no problem for the blue-furred master of ceremonies, of course, but his companion had to work to stay still. Nightcrawler's eyes, so perfectly adapted for seeing in the dim light, saw them as a twinkling sprinkle of tiny diamonds highlighting her pale flesh -- and the equally tiny goosebumps popping up as the fan's breeze on her damp skin made her shiver a little. Just watching Amanda's tiny movements as she sat there so sedately -- and so enticingly naked -- was enough to re-awaken her lover's sated manhood. Wagner decided he could keep entertaining her (and entertaining himself with her) until sunrise... at least. Then they'd both probably need a good lazy until-mid-afternoon Sunday sleep, followed by room service -- involving chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and other such dual-use foodstuffs -- and another prolonged frolic. Kurt smiled to himself -- he was beginning to realize he might have more in common with Wisdom than either of them would ever admit. Obnoxious though the man might be, the crass Londoner certainly kept his priorities straight about the truly important things in life. Golden eyes gleaming bright, Nightcrawler leaned over closer to the strawberry-blonde sorceress and whispered into her ear, "This has been wonderful so far. But the best is yet to come." He saw his ladylove shiver again, a tiny quiver of anticipation this time, and smiled to himself, a brief flash of white fangs against midnight-blue fur, as he waggled a finger at her (even though she couldn't see) and growled mock menacingly, "But no more sex spells, Liebchen... except for your own personal magic." While they waited for the tub to fill, Kurt turned back to the bath, to fiddle with the boxes and jars of bath powders and bath oils arranged neatly along one side, trying to decide which scent to select for their bubble bath. Meanwhile, his tail snaked out to caress his lover's thighs, slipping beneath the neatly folded hands in her lap to nudge at the matted curls at their junction. The target of that most unorthodox amorous approach sighed, and bit her lip, and tried to keep still and not squirm -- her world dark behind the blindfold, narrowed down to the sound of the water and the bathroom fan going, the scent of the bath crystals mingling with the odor of their mutual arousal, and the silky caress of feather-light, velvety-soft blue fuzz stroking her already sensitized core. Once the bath was ready, he helped her up and into the oversized tub solicitously, enjoying Amanda's wordless murmur of sensual appreciation as she sank down into the warm, scented, bubble bath. She stretched out luxuriously, then her hand reached out to grope for him blindly. "Aren't you coming in to join me, lover?" she purred huskily. "Aber gewiss doch, mein Liebling. Wie konnte ich solch einer Einladung widerstehen?" He caught her outstretched hand and pressed a kiss onto it. "Just as soon as I fetch us some champagne and some glasses -- much as it pains me to leave you for even a moment, I believe we will find the temporary deprivation a reasonable price to pay for the refreshments." He headed back for the small bar in the sitting room, this time happily humming a song sung by Gustaf Grundgens in one of his favorite 1940s movies, Tanz auf dem Vulkan -- Die Nacht ist nicht allein zum Schlafen da, die Nacht ist da, dass was gescheh'! Das Schiff ist nicht nur fur den Hafen da, es will hinaus, hinaus auf hohe See!" (The night is not only there for sleeping, The night is there so something will happen! A ship is not only there for the port, it wants out, out to the high seas!) It was about 2am now. The next 5 hours before sunrise were going to be fun.... * * * * * * * * * * The End (for Now) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Additional Note: This story was inspired by another erotic story I came across a while back on the web (which I didn't keep a copy of so I can't thank the author), called "Sub Enchanted Evening." Several of its plot elements (especially the panties and the icecube) struck me as very much in character for Kurt and Amanda. So that's what this started from...