Heightened Senses
by
Byte


Male and female, they were created... this is the second story in the "Tigress" trilogy of their one night together.

The world of Logan and the X-Men are the property of Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. Loreli and I were just visiting for fun and not profit. Warning: this maybe short, but it's steamy and rated NC-17.

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The shower was refreshing, but it didn't wash the regret away. Why, why, why did he have to tell her so much! He shouldn't have gone on and on about the details of what had been done to them. Obviously, she had blocked the whole horror out as if it never happened. It was his nightmare; he should have kept it that way.

Logan slipped his jeans back on and came out to find some blankets and a pillow on the couch. The shirt he had whipped off and tossed in the chair was now neatly folded with his boots adroitly arranged next to it.

The slight smile at the womanly touch turned to a deep dejection as he glanced at the bolted bedroom door. Not that he presumed to think they would have slept together, having just met, but he wanted to be sure Loreli was all right. It hurt to see the haunting horror in her eyes and she seemed to withdraw from him as though he was the one that had done it to them. He heartily hoped the apparent attraction building between them had not been lost. He'd give anything to comfort her now and was truly tempted to knock on the door. Obviously, she wanted to be left alone. She knew he was out here and he had to leave it at that.

He sighed as he stepped on to the soft bear rug. Bunching the feathery fur up between his toes, he contemplated the couch. He certainly wasn't going to fit on it unless he slept balled up on his side and he hated that. He preferred being stretched out. He grabbed the bedding and dumped it on the rug away from the head.

"Well, bub, it's just you and me."

He lay down on his stomach with his head turned to the fire. He had just started dozing when he felt furtive footsteps approaching. He looked up to find Loreli standing there wrapped in a blanket, shoulders bare, long dark hair disheveled. The hazel eyes bearing down on him were wild and restless. Delighted, he rolled over on to his back and opened his arms to her. The blanket fell away revealing her fantastic figure as she came down on top of him.

His tongue was a talented treat that brought her to the edge even before they had gotten his jeans off. It was almost a ritual with him that he loved to do the first time he was with a lady. For him, it established the ground rules that he was not just in it for himself. No matter how feral he felt, he learned along time ago that a feast for one wasn't as satisfying as a scrumptious supper for two. He liked to make sure that he was giving as much as he was getting, if not more.

The delight, however, quickly turned into disappointment soon after. He had been with a variety of women in a lot of different circumstances, but she was coming on too hard and too strong to point of turning him off. His heightened senses amplified everything, making sex a delicious diversion, but she was taking all the pleasure out of it with her desperation. She was forcing too much on him like she had to satisfy everything at once- a demand that would never be met. It felt like she was using him to purge the demons out of her... and replace it with something else. He paused as comprehension crystallized in his mind.

She stopped and held her breath, hunting his eyes for acceptance. Even though she didn't directly remember it, she still matched him pain for pain. They were two of a kind and she wanted to be taken to a new level that no one else in the world would ever be able to do, except him.

Now that he got it, he wanted it as much as she did. He would match her pleasure for pleasure, passion for passion. A flash of understanding passed between them and then he took over. He rolled her on to her back and placed her hands at her sides as he stretched out beside her with his head propped up on his hand. He massaged her forehead with feathery fingers and closed her eyes.

"Relax... let it all go," he cooed quietly in her ear. "Now, you have heightened senses the same as I do, right?" She nodded. "That means there is more to amplify."

"I don't understand," she whispered in that throaty voice of hers that really turned him on. Her eyes popped open in puzzlement.

"Most people don't know how to utilize all of their senses. They generally focus on the one that's being stimulated the most and ignore the others."

"Yeah, it makes it easier to concentrate on what's happening, you know?"

"And that is the key, don't concentrate, just let it happen. Let sex be a symphony of the senses, not just one solo at a time."

"Very poetic. I didn't know there was an artist buried under that animalistic exterior."

"Hush, that's a secret. I still have a rude, crude and bad attitude image to maintain. Now shhhh." Logan ran his fingers down over her eyes again. "I am going to teach you how to let go and amplify it all. Are you ready?" Loreli nodded again in anticipation.

"This is a solo..." he leaned over and without warning, went right for the most attractive area where his fingers found and tantalizingly teased the most sensitive spot. She gasped at the unexpected erotic advance and started to reach for him, but he firmly put her hands back at her sides with his free hand. He increased the pressure until she started fidgeting frantically and clenching her fists. He finished by lightening his touch to a mere tickle, sending shivers down her spine. Supremely satisfied with his demonstration, he stretched out again by her side.

"Very nice solo," she breathed. She started to open her eyes again, but he carefully closed them.

"Keep them closed. You already know how to use your eyes. First, you are going to listen." He scooted up until his chest was next to her ear and he lightly pressed her head against him. "Can you hear my heartbeat?"

Loreli sighed softly. Strong and steady, it made her feel safe and sheltered.

Logan let her listen a bit before released her head and leaned back. She didn't want it to go away, so she heightened her hearing to keep the sound there. He knew that is what she would do and asked if she could still hear it. She nodded, entirely engrossed.

Next, he ran his hand down his torso to his groin and then held it hovering over her nose. She took a deep breath, inhaling the new blend of his musky masculine scent with his sex. He moved his hand farther away from her nose. Automatically, she zeroed in on it to keep the smell strong. "Can you still smell it?"

He watched as a frown creased her face, knowing what had happened. By focusing on the smell, she had lost his heartbeat. He leaned back in and lowered his hand. "Relax, let go. Don't concentrate one or the other, just let them both fill you up." He waited until the frown turned into bliss before he slowly pulled back. The smile didn't waver. She was totally tuned into her senses of him and nothing else. She was automatically amplifying them both; he could go across the room now and it would still seem like he was right here.

A gleeful grin curled the corners of his mouth. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Again, he leaned over, went right back to that sensitive spot, and started doing the same thing as before.

Loreli's senses exploded in ecstasy. For an instant, his sound, his smell and then his touch created a cascade of pure pleasure in a very individual intimacy that was uniquely his. She screamed and pushed him away as she bolted up, gasping for air. "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod. Ooooohhhh myyyyyy Goooooood!"

"And that is a symphony," Logan intoned triumphantly as he stretched out on his side, propping his head up again to watch her.

It took her awhile to catch her breath as the significance sprang up in her mind. He would mostly likely not be the last man (although probably the absolute best) to perform such an act of foreplay, but from now on it would not be so simple. It would be doubly delectable and deliciously different with each man who had his own sound and smell to go with it. The possibilities... and what about other acts of foreplay... and what about the ultimate act... Oh. My. God.

"And just imagine what it will be like with both of us having heightened senses," he whispered wistfully.

"Oh, my God..." Slowly she laid back down next to him, still reeling in the sensual repercussions. "How? You've been doing that all long, haven't you? How did you know how...?"

Logan shrugged as he gazed into the fireplace beyond her, watching the flames flume and flicker beyond her profile. "I don't know... I can see where you get so caught up into relying on your senses for survival that you had forgotten what pleasure they bring. As for me..."

Suddenly, he was on top of her with his elbows on either side of her head and his heat swelling between them. The movement caught her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the intense, intimidating, almost insane eyes blazing down on her. It made her breath falter faintly with fear.

"When I want something," he hissed in a wicked whisper, "I want it all. I won't just take you, I will take it all. And I want to be totally taken by you. Your scent," he took a deep breath of her, which inflamed him even more.

"Your sound- I can feel and hear your heart pounding under me." He pressed down on her harder and snapped his neck with a calculated crack as though he was getting ready for a fight.

"Your taste." His mouth came down on hers like he was going to take her last breath. When he lifted his head again for air, the intimidation had been replaced by a Cheshire cat grin of elusive expectation. "I guess you could say I'm an animal that way," he murmured mischievously.

"You're insane!" she exclaimed. She started to push him off, but ended up pulling him to her even closer. He covered just about every inch of her body with his, which was highly hairy. She became acutely aware of all the points where the delectable downy hair brushed against her smooth skin. With the fluffy fur rug underneath her, she was completely cocooned by hair and loved it.

"You forgot about skin," she suspired as he slowly started rocking on her hips. "You know, the largest sense organ of the body." She forced her fingers into his thick, tousled hair and kneaded his neck.

"You mean..." he noted between nibbles on her neck, ears and throat. "... how your satiny soft, smooth skin... feels soooo goood against mine."

The rocking increased. She worked her hands down to his back and dug her nails in until they broke flesh. Drawing a little blood elicited an interesting melodious moan from some where in the back of his throat. She wondered then if that kind of animalistic response got him the nickname of Wolverine or if he developed the feral nature to live up to it. The cuts healed almost instantly and she massaged the smooth skin.

"You mean..." she asked as she opened her legs underneath him, "...this skin?"

"That skin is especially sweet." He eased up into a kneeling position between her legs, running his hands possessively down her body until they came to rest on her upraised knees. Gently, he pushed them down until she was wide open before him. "But that was a mere sample before..." he murmured as he slid his hands in along her thighs until his thumbs came to rest between her legs. He open her like the petals of a flower and softly stroked inside the delicate folds.

Loreli shuddered in anticipation, knowing that what he was about to do again would be even more intense with her senses. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she stretched her arms out and then above her head in wild abandonment. It lifted her perfect points higher on her chest; a sight she was sure was not lost on him.

He smiled at how she was giving herself over to complete enjoyment, but that mischievous glint glittered in his eyes again. Darlin', you ain't seen nothing yet... He drew his eyes down to the sumptuous center of her sexuality and bent down to tease it with his tongue, lightly licking as he did before, but this time he would take her over the edge. He applied pressure on it with his chin, knowing the hair on his face created a feathery friction. He started a rhythm of alternating between tongue and chin, increasing the intensity until she arched her back and thrust her pelvis up. He responded by siting up and pushing down on her pubic bone with the palm of his hand while the thumb of his other hand took over for his tongue.

Was that a sucking sound she was making as she wreathed and thrust against his hand? He wasn't sure, but what followed next shot through his heart straight to his groin. Women made a variety of different sounds, but he noticed she was not very vocal until this low purr started at the back of her throat and grew in intensity to a feline cry of ecstasy when she peaked. He had never heard anything like it and it almost made him loose control. Talk about responding to a mating call. Tigress...

She let down and stretched and then held her arms out to him. "Enough with the symphonies. I want the whole orchestra!"

"Oh not just yet, lady. We're just getting started..." he whispered as he came down on her with his mouth again.

"Oh? Ohhh ooooo..." She closed her eyes and slid her hands seductively down her body to hold herself open, freeing his hands to explore.

He took his time drinking in her essence, until his fingers found it's way inside her. When he found what he was looking for, he sat up to watch her reaction and to keep from getting crushed between her legs.

She noticed the pause in action and her face creased questioningly in puzzlement. Just as she was about to open her eyes, he curled his fingers against her G-spot . Electricity shot through her pelvis and she shrieked as her muscles tightened around his fingers. As he anticipated, her knees snapped together as she bore down on his hand and arched her back. She made the sucking noise again as he forced his palm between her legs and pushed against her pubis as she thrust up.

He watched as a light flush colored her cheeks as they puckered in and out behind her lips. She was suckling like babies do in their sleep. He curled his fingers again. The sucking stopped and that throaty purr started. One more time, he curled his fingers until she cried out again and started crying from the searing stimulation and pushed his hands away.

Logan wondered how someone could cry with a smile on her face. Once the tears started, though, she couldn't stop. She struggled to sit up and couldn't. He helped her up and took her his arms, holding her close like baby. He restfully rubbed and patted her back and neck while he cooed comforting nothings in her ear.

"My God, " she sobbed, "and we haven't even had intercourse yet!"

"There, there, it's all right, it's all right..." Rub, rub, pat, pat.

"That was wicked!"

"There, there, I know, I know, I just didn't think you were ready for the orchestra yet."

Finally, the tears and the sobs subsided. He noticed a box of tissues on the end table and tried to reach for them without getting up or letting go of her. It was just inches away out of his grasp. Snikt. He popped one claw out, hooked it under the edge, and brought it back to them without dropping it. He daintily dried her eyes, still murmuring mild reposes.

"G-spot is different and you know it!"

"Yes, yes, there, there..."

"Do it again," Loreli demanded as she lay back down.

"With pleasure... in a minute," Logan responded gallantly with a bow of his head. He tossed the tissue into the fizzling fire. The interlude had slowed his swelling and his control was such that he could keep himself plateaued for as long as he wanted. He made a dash for the refrigerator and grabbed bottled water and some snacks.

Loreli threw some more logs on the fire, building it up to a roar that should last the night. Once they were all set, she stretched out again on her back. Now that she knew what to expect, it was exquisitely enjoyable instead of a shock to her system. After taking her over the edge and back several times, he withdrew his fingers and came down on top of her, ready for some serious music of his own.

She forced her fingers into his thick, tousled hair and kneaded his neck again as he started rocking on her hips and nibbling on whatever was within reach. She worked her hands down to his back and dug her nails in until they broke flesh. Drawing a little blood elicited an interesting melodious moan from some where in the back of his throat. She wondered then if that kind of animalistic response got him the nickname of Wolverine or if he took on the feral nature to live up to it. The cuts healed almost instantly and she massaged the smooth skin.

The rocking increased. She opened her legs again and they were right back to where they were before he took that symphonic G-spot detour. She slid her hands down between them to the prized prowess of his physique and guided it in to place. The moan shifted to a gasping growl as she wrapped her legs around him.

Logan froze, letting the exquisite energy build between them as he took a deep breath. He let her scent and sound fill him again, knowing she was doing the same. When they were ready, they both opened their eyes to each other. He gazed down into the dazzling depths of hazel and found a deep desire and an unconditional acceptance of him. She saw that the intensity was back in his exotic eyes, but instead of intimidation, there was an enchantment that everything he ever wanted in life was right here in his arms.

Nothing else existed except the here and now and what they were sharing. He bent down, lightly licked her lips, and then thrust into her with a powerful passion until she cried out in that feline ecstasy that released him as well.

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"I take it, it doesn't take you long to recover," Loreli observed. She was tracing tantalizing patterns through his chest hair and belly while she teased and tasted his nipples with her tongue. They had decided to stay on the bear rug in front of the fire rather then getting up and going to her cold and remote bed. The release had been sensually soul shattering, but not enough to make them sleepy. They had eaten the snack Logan fetched earlier and were now enjoying the intimacy.

"Oh, I'm good for the night. It's all part of the miracle of modern mutation."

"Good, because it's your turn now." He raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "So far, it's been all about taking me to new levels."

"And that's not a good thing?"

"Oooo, it was fabulous," she said as she sat up to make eye contact. "But you never really let go and I know there's a fire in you that's never been touched."

"Darlin, the only fire that's burning is the one between us," he responded in a joking tone.

Loreli shook her head. "No, you haven't reached any new levels, you know? You're still "performing" as you normally do, but-"

"I seem to recall coming when you did."

"Sure, but we all have conditioned responses we fall in to from routine stimulation, but you're here with me now. I don't want you to hold back."

"You're serious," Logan stated as he sat up. She regarded him intently not willing to back down. His gaze shifted to the fire as he thought about it. Finally, he shook his head. "I can't loose control," he said softly. "I told you there is a rage in me that could come out if I'm not in control. It even sneaks out in my sleep- just ask Marie. And that was nothing compared to other times. Once it's out, there's no stopping it."

"No, no, no. It's not the rage I'm talking about, it's just an untamed animal fire in you, "Wolverine". You've never allowed yourself to enjoy it, you know? I mean let's face it, guys get a huge ego boost knowing they can make women go bonkers in bed. It's all part of that machismo that you have to be the best."

"No, it' not that at all."

"Ahh, so you don't want to admit it. Humph, well, I suppose a little arrogance is all part of that animal mystic, like the king of the jungle kind of thing."

"Lady, it's not like that at all. I'm telling you, I don't want to hurt you."

"Why? I might hurt you back?" she chided challengingly.

It was a sobering thought to realize she very easily could and it put them on an equal footing he hadn't considered before. They matched pain for pain, but strength for strength? Granted, he was more muscular, but she was fast, agile, and just as indestructible. Not that he would ravage her- he hoped- but it helped to know she was far from helpless against him. Still, he felt some reservations as he reluctantly lay back down.

"Now just relax and let yourself go," she purred as she massaged his forehead and closed his eyes as he had done to her in the beginning.

Easy for you to say, he thought. You're not the one that could tear the place a part with your bare hands...

"Trust me," she whispered as she licked his lips with hers before stretching out the other way. She ran her fingers down the trail of hair to his groin to stroke his silky curly hair.

He reached up and ran his hand down her nearby leg. "Uh, uh, uh," she sighed as she put it back to his side, "I'm conducting this orchestra, remember?" She got up on all fours, giving him a glance of her bottom, which she wiggled before crawling down to his legs.

"Nice view," Logan commented as he settled himself more comfortably. He made a serious effort to relax by putting his hands under his head. He watched her plant herself between his legs, hoping against hope that she knew what she was doing.

"Nice view," she returned, admiring his swelling organ as she stroked his inner thighs.

He smiled with boyish pride. All right, maybe he could enjoy himself a little more without loosing total control and she wouldn't even know the difference.

Since he obviously wasn't going to keep his eyes closed, Loreli flipped her long dark hair forward to veil her movements. Keeping her hands on his thighs, she stuck her tongue out and lightly licked his very tip. She smiled as she watched how he subtly raised his hips as though it was seeking her mouth for more. Without further ado, she took his entire length in her mouth at once.

He groaned as she started a little rhythm of taking him in and out until he started getting all twitchy with desire. She soon discovered how vocal he was with his virility. It went back and forth between melodious moans to gasping growls, depending on what she did.

She backed off the stroking to explore him with her tongue and hands until it looked like he was going to loose it. She flipped her hair back and sat up to watch his reactions as she continued stroking him. His head was thrown back in wild abandonment while he alternately clenched his fists or caressed his own torso. These were all good, but normal, responses. He really wasn't letting himself go. He was still too much in control- time for a new level.

She started exploring the muscular band of his bottom's flesh while the other hand kept up a steady rhythm of strokes. When she found what she was looking for, she stopped the stroking. She didn't move and waited until his eyes popped open. Breathing heavily, he asked her what was wrong and why she stopped.

"Did you know..." she said drawing out the words in a lusty lilt, dropping her voice lower, "that men have a G-spot?"

"What?" he lifted his head and looked down at her in irritation, wishing she would get back to what she was doing. "What are you talking about?"

Her smile was serpentine as she answered innocently, "oh, I'm talking about this." She pressed the prostate dimple and squeezed him at the same time. He froze as the electricity shot through his pelvis. His face turned beet red as he let out a howl she had never heard before and arched his back in a spasm of sensation.

Ahh, now we're getting some where, she thought as she squeezed him off so that he wouldn't come. She hunched down close to his groin and waited until the spasm subsided and he caught his breath. "This is soooo wicked," she whispered as she pressed it again and bit his inner thigh, drawing blood.

Something snapped in Logan. He lunged forward, slamming her back and pinning her to the floor, howling with a heat he never felt before. She looked up into his eyes and smiled in smug satisfaction. There wasn't any rage- just pure, unadulterated animal lust. Mission accomplished.

He tried forcing her legs open but she was strong enough to twist under him on to her stomach, knowing that a rear entry would be best for this. He growled with great gratification as he straightened up on his knees, hauled her hips up into the air, and tempestuously thrust into her. She winced a little as he blindly bore into her without checking to see if she was ready. She had a feeling that might happen and tried to get up on all fours to relieve some of the strain, but a powerful push between the shoulder blades forced her chest back down to the floor in the ultimate posture of penetration and submission.

The relentless thrusting started pushing her forward without anything to brace herself against on the bear rug. His cries of supreme satisfaction turned into furious frustration as he struggled to keep her hips close and couldn't. Suddenly fearful that the rage could come out if lust turned to anger, she gathered up the edges of the rug until her hands were on the floor. She popped her claws out and dug in to the hardwood, anchoring herself in place.

For the first time ever, Logan let himself be totally engulfed in the feral fire burning inside. It plunged him into a depth of ecstasy he never knew existed as wave after wave of piercing pleasure purged the pain away. And then he soared to the summit of an orgasmic release that was almost cathartic until he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent. She retracted her claws and eased them down on to her stomach to relax under his comforting weight. He stayed inside her for a long time, basking in the tight grip of her warm wetness and the serenity of silence until the trembling stopped.

Finally when he was ready, he slid off to her side so that she could face him. He didn't know what to say, it was all beyond words for him. He hoped the tears in his eyes and the kiss he gave her was enough expression of it all.

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"Ummm, can we just enjoy each other now?" Loreli whispered as she brushed the tears from his eyes. "No more competition for new levels."

"Yeah, I guess we kinda tried to out do each other in the "new experiences" department."

"Not that it was a bad thing," she purred with pleasure.

"Hell no!"

"But some equality of effort would be great now."

"Did I hurt you?" Logan asked suddenly serious.

"No, not all. I mean, I'm fine now. You know, the miracle of modern mutation."

"Let me see," he insisted.

"Really, I'm fine."

"Lady, you don't get it," he sighed impatiently as he sat up and then stretched out the other way to her back end. He cracked his neck and propped his head up to a comfortable angle on the pillow. "I want to see it. Plant it right here, darlin," he ordered patting his chest. The light bulb went off and she seductively straddled his torso facing the other way. She stretched out down on to his body until her head was at his bottom.

"Nice view," he sighed.

"Likewise."

He grabbed her thighs and tried to pull her closer. "Scoot up more." She obliged him by getting on all fours and looked under at him from between her legs. She shifted down until she was literally almost sitting on his face. He pushed down on the back of her legs indicating that she could relax and lay on top of him. In spite of her assertions, he was relieved to see the shiny soft pink skin looked perfectly healthy.

They took their time, and different turns tasting and exploring each other. When the need for release was reciprocal, he persuasively pushed her off and sat up. He guided her to sit in front of him, wrapped her legs around his hips until she was sitting on his thighs, and held her close. The enchantment on her face was exquisite. This position required a mutual rhythm of rocking together and could not be rushed.

He held on to her as she leaned back enough to position him between her legs. As he pulled her back to him, he entered her slowly, savoring the embrace. He brought up a hand to her breast and she sat up higher and arched her chest up to him. He was able to lean down far enough to take it in his mouth, suckling the rosey flesh until it hardened in response.

As the rocking became more urgent, he crushed her to him, running his hands through her luxurious long hair and massaging her lower back. She alternately kneaded the nape of his neck and raked her nails across his shoulder blades. Locked in this embrace, they kissed deeply in a balanced rhythm to a superbly sensual release.

Later, stretched out on the rug again, Logan never felt so contented in his entire life. And as Loreli snuggled in his arms, he had never slept so sweetly and soundly. The nightmares never came and tomorrow they would find the answers he longed for...



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