sundown | mutant au

Often Cable can sense arousal before it's expressed to him. It shouldn't surprise him to feel it from her, but the intensity of it does surprise him. She's a funny little thing, he's decided. Surely she has some sort of cognitive powers, but he can't feel her trying to do anything deliberately. Perhaps they're innate.

He could ask, he supposes, but unlike her name he's not sure he cares to know.

When she sits beside him, his excitement builds. It takes discipline not to mount her the way the aphrodisiacs want him to. His mind wants to savour the experience.

He rests a hand on her thigh, squeezing softly. His lips find her neck, starting to kiss up the sweeping line of it and up her jaw. She smells incredible, he's trying not to salivate thinking about how wet she is.

"It's Nathan." He offers, because she asked. It forms an innocent distraction while his hand delves deeper between her thighs. He rubs slow circles with his thumb and hand until he's cupping it over her pussy.

"Don't jerk around too much-- you'll make me react."

He thinks it's a helpful warning, but she likely has no idea what he means.

This is developing much faster than she anticipated it would, once he sauntered into the room. Before then, she'd expected the entire transaction to be fairly short -- maybe ten, fifteen minutes.

She was being practical. She had been told, overheard men were fast. She didn't expect romancing out of it, not in the least.

Quick or not, her body is reactive to his exploration. The hands in her lap move to her sides, unsure of what to do, if she should touch or kiss him in return. But her thighs part like the Red Sea, opening for him, so that his hand slots over her cunt. She's heat and wetness through her cute overalls, underwear deliberately omitted.

"Oh--" She lifts her hips, the warning going over her head. It's not an ideal time for thinking. Not when she's clenching around nothing.

He strokes her through the rough material, until she's wet through, the denim against her clit a fine source of friction.

"Nathan..." She tests the name out, much the way he did hers. From her lips it comes as a sigh, verging a moan. Somewhere in her memories, she knows that name, but those are thoughts for another time. "That's... nice."

She surprises him with her receptiveness, making him chuckle against her neck.

"Your skin is so soft." He murmurs, warmly. There seems to be some genuine fascination with her. His eyes still rake over her.

He's terribly curious about how wet she is, he can feel the heat through his fingers. Tantalising him. He wants to know if he can make her wetter, if he can take some credit for it.

Repositioning, he runs his eyes up to her pullover as if looking to figure out how it works. He unhooks the strap, letting it fall open. As if reflexive, his hand reaches out to grab a handful of her breast, squeezing curiously.

His breath shudders, he likes it.

Edited 2025-07-16 09:59 (UTC)

The chuckle fanning over her skin earns him a squirm. She's damningly wet, sticky with it.

Feels like she's in the grips of a fever.

He studies her shoulder straps without her prompting. She arches up after one falls, her naked breast encompassed by his palm. His moan does something to her. A reminder of how far they are going, and how new she is to any of it.

Again, nerves jitter through her.

"I've ... I've never been kissed before," she blurts out, without warning, cursing herself once she does. It's out now, and she can't take it back, and her chastity is certainly not doing her any favors now. She has no idea what to do.

Since she's not stopping him, he keeps squeezing. He pinches her nipple lightly, rolling it over his thumb and finger. He rarely has the opportunity to explore like this, he's sure that his observers know he's deliberately dawdling.

At her declaration, he seems briefly confused about why she'd tell him that. It then seems clear to him that she's asking for his kiss, which thrills him. More than he would have expected it to.

He leans in without warning, catching her lips and kissing her deeply. It feels electric immediately, unlike any other kiss he's had before. Her lips are soft, they taste sweet. His tongue pushes into her mouth as he bears down on her, starting to push her back onto the mattress.]

He kisses her with skill she does not possess. It's deep, backed by shared desire. She's inexperienced, but inspired, moaning at the tongue that breaches into her mouth.

A prequel to what is to come.

Her back presses into the mattress and her legs fall to the wayside, allowing him to slip between them, his weight pressing her into it. She touches him in kind now -- feels like she has been given implicit permission -- by wrapping her arms around his back, running up and into his hair.

Her hips rock up involuntarily, and bump against him -- against the bulge of him. Alarmed, she pulls back to scan the space between them, to note his erection. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, flush with want.

It excites him to be touched by her. He lets himself believe that what he's doing is working, that she's comfortable and eager and not led by impulses. His tongue chases hers in her mouth, invading all of her space.

His hand starts to skim down her front, down the lower half of her outfit to stroke his fingers over her. No underwear. He lets himself believe she chose that, too. Runs his fingers over the lips of her pussy, imagines stretching her around him.

Her hips rock upward and she surprises herself, he's not sure why from his vantage point. The sudden movement makes him push down heavier on her, but she's not squirming away. He paws at her overalls, gripping either side of them and yanking them down her legs to expose her.

He's never done it before but from smell alone he's overcome by his impulses. He tosses her overalls aside, gripping her legs and yanking her closer. He hums low in his throat, almost a growl as he bows his head and slots it between her legs. He laps at her cunt, messy and hungry, sucking her clit and dragging his tongue over it. This won't get her pregnant, but it's what he wants.

Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. Call her naive -- she wasn't even aware this factored into sex. Stunned into silence, his hunger is soon rewarded with a yelp of surprise.

The sensation is strange, his tongue and lips upon her cunt and clit. Strange, but nice.

Oh, very nice.

Whimpers claw up her throat. She resists crying out too loudly, suddenly conscious of their audience, an arm thrown over her eyes.

He devours her. There is no other word for it.

Her fingers twist the blanket up in them for something to hold onto, her teeth sinking into the plush of her arm. She's vaguely aware her own power is emanating off of her, into the room, into him. Arousal and pleasure, tenfold.

It is satisfying for him to hear her whimper. She does get wetter-- and he feels it. Not his arousal. Hers. It's different. His goes straight to his cock. He feels hers in his stomach, like pooling heat. Like he drank something warm. It makes him shudder, exhaling desperately against her cunt.

His fingers squeeze her thighs, holding her legs up and open. He likely doesn't need any enhanced strength to hold her in place as firmly as he does, but the threat is always there.

"You taste good." He whispers, but no breath leaves her. He's speaking straight into her mind while his mouth is busy. His eyes do glance up at her, dark and intense.

"I can't wait to break you in. Bet you're tight."

Francesca hears him, at first she thinks she must be mistaken, but his voice wraps her up like a warm bath. Encased in velvet, his eyes liquid.

He's not the first telepath she's met. Just the first to have his tongue inside her.

Her legs shake, trying to kick out but his hands are restraints. A fresh wave of wetness greets his mouth for the lewd promise made. She teeters, close to climax, yet still not quite reaching that elusive destination she's only ever found at midnight with her fingers.

It's so different with his hot breath on her, the muscle of his tongue worming into her. She has a momentary fear she won't be able to climax at all.

"Please!" Begging. She wants to be broken in.

Edited 2025-07-17 10:02 (UTC)

As they start to melt into one another, his hands slide up her wrists and he interlocks their fingers. It makes his heart flutter, which makes him double down on pleasing her. His tongue flutters against her clit, then pushes against her hole.

The privacy of their conversation makes him feel comfortable pushing against the regime. He's known her a minute and he already wants to break every rule to fuck her again and again.

"I'm gonna send you out of here pregnant." He promises, warmly. "Hope they send you back to me again and again."

He's not holding back-- but she is. He can feel her teetering and talking herself out of it-- nerves.

"Let go." His teeth graze lightly over her clit, stubble rubbing against her thighs.

"Let me hear you."

She's read pamphlets and attended all manner of lectures about the breeding program; it was very nearly her sole purpose as a young mutant woman of childbearing age.

And so, she knows no two mutants are ever reassigned to each other. She knows he's making promises he can't keep.

Or maybe he can -- the power roiling off of him, the inherent authority is as intoxicating as it is intimidating. It's startling how much she wants to submit to it, wishing to please him. Wanting to be a good little breeder for him, to fuck and swell with his seed.

Again and again.

With that, her climax crushes over her, her thighs caging him in, the muscles tensing. Her mouth flutters with her gasps and soft moans. She doesn't protest if he climbs over her; instead she rolls her head, seeking his lips.

He can see her thoughts so clearly, it almost feels like she wants him to. He sees her pregnant, he sees his own hands cupping over her belly. He knows that's not possible, but seeing her pregnant gives him a powerful sense of longing.

It is extremely satisfying to feel her thighs tighten around his head. It feels like he belongs here, so he lingers. He pulls up, looking down at her with a self-satisfied expression. He's far too hot, he peels the top half of his outfit off and tosses it aside. He pushes his pants down his thighs, he wants her to see his cock before it goes in her. He doubts she's had anything close to this size inside of her before.

That she wants his kiss is not lost on him, but it's not what he wants. He's focused on hilting his cock against the wet hole of her cunt and feeding it into her. Then he dips his head down so he can sate her with a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on him.

Despite the warm up, it's a tight squeeze, he can barely get himself halfway inside her. He feels her clench and resist before he needs to whisper to her.

"Relax."

Which is as much warning as she gets before he bucks his hips and forces the rest of himself inside of her. Now they're flush together, he grinds himself unrelentingly inside her.

Edited 2025-07-21 06:06 (UTC)

His cock bobs out when he pushes his pants down. She knows what a penis is meant to look like, mostly erect. She's a little stupefied at the width and length presented to her. Presumably, it's different up close.

She dismisses that it must be normal -- but then the head of his cock fits against her opening and presses inward, to be greeted by a flash of fire, heat and pain. She hangs onto his lip, trembling with the stretch. A strangled cry erupting from her throat when he seats deep inside her.

The pain is worse than the instruments they use during checkups.

"No," she chokes, her back arching and twisting, trying to force him off. No regard for anything but ending it. "It hurts--"

Edited 2025-07-21 06:09 (UTC)

There's a part of Cable that truly feels guilty. She's a virgin-- she's also very petite. Especially compared to him. The sounds of agony aren't pleasant and they cut deep.

But they're overridden by a more powerful instinct. She's pulling away-- and his dick needs to be in her. He needs to fuck her, finish in her. The way she flinches and writhes makes him defensive of his duty.

Without warning, he withdraws. He flips her onto her stomach, he only needs one hand to push her into the mattress. The other is between her legs, hilting his cock into her. He pulls her hips back, sliding down to meet her until they're flush.]

You were begging for it a second ago.

[He murmurs, frustrated. His hand winds into her hair, gripping at the base of her skull.]

Stay still and let me break you in.

Forced down, the cry turns to a muffled sob, her hands pushing into the mattress -- jerking against his hand in her hair, his cock pressing against her walls.

The air becomes heavy, constricting. That's all the warning he gets before her power manifests, energy shifting around her. Trying to buck him off of her.

Cable feels it. All the fear and helplessness and a clawing desperation to run. Briefly, it threatens his arousal-- but the aphrodisiacs are stronger. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he's coping with critical brain freeze. But he can shake it off, and he does.

"I told you. No sudden movements."

His hand shifts, gripping the back of her head. Firm, but not tight.

"I told you-- you don't have a choice."

Neither of them do, actually. But in his position, he's enjoying himself much more. By now he's figured out the parameters of her powers, so it's easy enough to return the favour and use them against her. He pushes her fear down in her mind, replacing it with insatiable lust. He targets her pleasure receptors, making every sensation feel incredible. Making her sensitive, making her body tremble.

He can feel it work quickly. Her cunt relaxes, becoming slick once more for him. He can start to move his hips with ease, sliding his cock in and out of her.

"Better?"

The pleasure electrifies her body. She feels it, feels him, swimming inside her head, inside her veins.

What arguments she has start to slide quickly one after the other out of her head. She was only disobedient and trying to prematurely end the engagement because of pain. She was sure she could not take him. He makes quick work of that. Cheats, skipping the line of acclimation and landing her right back in the pool of pleasure.

It's a little infuriating. She thinks to say that wasn't fair of him, but the rest of her is receptive to the drag of his cock, filling her.

She buries her face into the sheets, muffling a groan. Her hips tilt, her impotent anger thwarted. Asking for more.

Edited 2025-07-22 07:11 (UTC)

Surprisingly, underneath the desperate need to fuck her, Cable does feel bad. It feels like he's reduced her to a fuck toy. Having her wet and interested isn't a necessity. And she was interested. Was. Until he got rough.

But they're far past that now, and the slapping of their skin drowns out his thoughts. He'll never see her again anyway. This is all the time he's got, he'll use it.

"There you go--" Cable praises her eagerly when she tilts her hips, it sends a current of arousal through him. He shifts a hand back, gripping her ass and spreading it so he can watch his cock move in and out of her.

"Such a good fucking girl." His hand buries into her hair, fingers sliding over her scalp from the back of her skull. He presses her cheek into the mattress, bearing down heavier on her and rutting deep into her.

The program doesn't have time to factor in feelings.

But oh, it feels so good. She didn't think it would feel like this. She expected the process to be inconvenient, uncomfortable. Not bad, not good.

This is different. This is sweeter than fucking her fingers into herself in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep. She understands now -- her body was made for his cock.

He amped her up so thoroughly, and now he's bent over her, praising her. Rutting against a certain point she wasn't aware existed, that feels insanely wonderful.

Her breaths stutter, fingers bunching into the sheets, anticipating. When she comes, it's with a sob of relief, hips rocking wildly beneath his.

Edited 2025-07-22 11:36 (UTC)

When she sobs and comes for him, he showers her shoulders, neck and head with kisses and murmurs words of encouragement through it. Reinforcing that she's a good girl, that she feels so good.

His arms wind around her and he pulls her up with him when he sits back on his heels. One arm wraps low on her waist and the other starts to squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple.

His hips move, but he's also sliding her up and down over his cock like she's his sleeve. He nips at her earlobes, huffing out pleased, hungry sounds. His hand dips lower, sliding his fingers and spreading her pussy open before drawing up to circle her clit.

"You like getting fucked don't you, pretty girl?"

His mouth hovers near her ear, breathing warm air onto it and nipping before he whispers.

"Nobody will ever make you come as much as I will. You'll always wish you were getting fucked by me again."

His question is answered by a groaning affirmative, her mind blank with pleasure. The aphrodisiacs are doing their job, on overtime really, but the filth spilling from his lips is truly the bullseye, combined with how he's learning and mastering her body. Her pleasure points, even ones she didn't know existed.

Her knees and palms dig into the cushion beneath, trying to find purchase as he uses her. The third is an even quicker build; she's almost doubtful that it's happening until her clit throbs under his thumb and she turns to pieces again, biting her lip so hard to keep from screaming that she draws blood.

Proving his point.

His arm is around her, but her body goes limp under his, folding forward into the bed and panting like she's run a marathon. Used up.

Cable allows Francesca to slump forward, guiding her back down to the mattress with his hands. He laughs under his breath, raking his fingers through her hair as he brushes it off her face.

He turns her to lie on her side, leaning down to kiss her affectionately. His hand slides between her thighs, pulling her top leg up as he starts to fuck her again. He starts slow, building to a pace that makes her limp body shake in time with his thrusts.

Her hair is long past disheveled, falling out of the immaculate braids of earlier. It was a silly thing, but she had wanted to be pretty for him. Whoever he was. It was her first time, even if it wasn't his.

That was significant, to her. Sentimental.

Her body is manipulated easily by Cable; she's practically dead weight, laying there, panting to regain air in her lungs. Her third orgasm created no small amount of extra lubrication for him to fuck her with.

When she can hear past her racing heartbeat, the sounds from his cock meeting her cunt border downright obscene. Mildly uncomfortable, but only when her sensitive clit is brushed against does she complain, her dazed eyes meeting his.

He looks like a hungry beast, focused singularly on his task. It's mesmerizing to watch: him, the muscles of his abdomen rippling, his cock disappearing into her. She bites her lip, unable to stop watching, arousal spiking again.

A comm buzzes on overhead, tinny. The speaker sounds annoyed.

"End this, Summers."

There's nothing humanising or special about what they're doing, really. For a moment, though, it feels like it is. They lock eyes for a long moment and he realises she's watching him. He's not forcing her to feel any particular way anymore, so her fascination is her own.

Briefly, he looks a little sheepish in response to the attention. But the pleasant feelings are jolted out of him by an irritating reminder that he's not here under his own power and neither is she. It's humiliating. And infuriating, actually. He feels genuine anger, knowing they feel entitled to time his pleasure.

"I'm not done."

He shoots back, venomous and almost growling. He only needs to shoot a pointed look to the speaker to crumple it like a paper bag. He could do it to a human, if he wanted. If they interrupted.

His attention turns back to her, crawling over the top of her and burying his face against the side of her head. His arms wind around her, as if to obscure her from the audience.

"I'm not done."

He repeats it softer, into her ear. His hand skims down her stomach, up between her thighs to rub her clit once more.

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