[2009 – July]
Jean couldn't help but give in, loving the way he desired her with such passion, deep love in every caress of his.
The sensual way his sculpted muscles tensed with every move of his, his strength condensed into pure masculine beauty. Heat rushed through Jean's veins when she felt the gentle yet decisive way Elijah was intimate with her, her own wants awakening in full force as she felt his hard length grind against her undercarriage.
The next moment he somehow managed to cut open the front of her long-sleeved shirt, his fingers pulling it apart and revealing her fair breasts to his heated gaze.
The rosy berries that topped both of them were already painfully hard, longing for his touch as she instinctively arched her back to bring them closer to him. Her hands had moved to Elijah's sides, drawing him closer while clawing at his warm skin, as she let a small whimper escape her soft lips.
His green eyes overflowing with desire, he kept them locked onto her own as he lowered his lips to her chest, brushing over her skin with them, his warm breath caressing her skin and making her shudder in pleasure.
He left a path of kisses and his pearly teeth brushed over her sensitive breasts, sucking on her milky flesh every now and then, causing her to moan and mewl, her desire growing and growing. All the while Elijah's beautiful eyes studied every one of her reactions as if she was the only thing that mattered at this moment.
And when his lips finally closed themselves around the peak of her right breast, sucking her areola into his mouth lightly and simultaneously flicking his tongue over the sensitive berry while lightly biting down it, his hips moving at the same time to exert pressure on the little lovebud hiding between her lower lips, Jean cried out in pleasure.
A tiny orgasm ran through her form and left her with an even stronger desire for Elijah's caresses and warmth, causing Jean to not hesitate and raise her hips with trembling legs when she felt his fingers move beneath the waistband of her skin-tight workout pants. At the same time, she used her own powers to strip herself of her top.
Setting her legs back down on the bedding, Jean looked up at Elijah, who was hovering over her in all his naked glory, while she wore nothing but a pair of black near-transparent lacy panties. Though as she had felt extra daring this morning it was a crotchless pair, the fabric parting generously and revealing her sex completely, as well as the small strip of red hair right above her slit.
Parting her legs with her hands on her inner thighs, Jean's eyes stared up at Elijah longingly, the desire to feel him inside her near overwhelming. Though when her eyes locked onto his, her breath hitched involuntarily, the intensity of his gaze and emotions making her whimper.
…
A sea of bright red hair fanning around her perfect features, deep green eyes looking at me with want and desire, her full lips half-opened as she sighed in need.
A graceful neck marked by my own lips leading to slender shoulders on her delicate frame, two full and perfect breasts resting just beneath her collarbones, their peaks hard and glistening with my saliva, traces left behind by my ministrations.
The gentle curve of her ribcage flowed into her waist and hips, eventually extending down her beautiful legs and adorable feet. Her hands pushed against her toned thighs, her lingerie daring and unable to hide from me her most sacred place, its petals already glistening with love juices.
I was captivated by the sheer beauty of my lover at this moment, hardly able to think of anything else than the desire to keep Jean for myself, my love for her leaving me at her complete mercy. The urge to touch her, to be touched by her tearing at my sanity.
…
It was as if Elijah was spellbound by the sight of her, possessiveness and tender devotion battling in his gaze. Until finally, his eyes settled on hers shining with a hunger so deep, it could be mistaken for despair.
Leaning forward his lips captured hers and he kissed her as if he was dying of thirst and she was his saving grace, his hands running over her curves, caressing and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, while his hard shaft pressed against her moist opening.
And with a gentle but deep thrust, Elijah sheathed his entire length in her cave, causing them both to cry out and moan in pleasure, their gazes locking onto each other once more. His bright green eyes filled with such love that Jean felt as if she was the only being that mattered to him.
The moment of their union was something indescribably beautiful, the feeling of him inside her, his warmth pulsing in her core, soothing her soul and heart in a manner nothing else could. And with every moment they stayed connected, every thrust and push of their hips to draw out the pleasure they gifted each other so intimately, Jean just knew that they belonged together.
…
“You will have to learn to control your emotions at all times now.”, Jean remarked as she stood with her back to me in nothing but a white shirt of mine and a pair of her lacy panties of the same color, this one hiding her lower body like it was supposed to do, even though the fabric was likewise near-transparent.
Her hair was done up in a loose braid, as she stood there and used a spatula to move around the vegetable rice she had in the pan, the chicken filets being fried in another one.
"Mhmm-hmm.", I replied with half-lidded eyes, her every movement burning itself into my memory as I watched her quietly, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweat pants, my upper body bare.
Turning her head halfway to face me, a smile gracing her soft lips and a tender light shining in her eyes, she added with a comfortable sigh: “I can feel your emotions moving the psions around us. Your desire, your love.”
"Good.", I whispered quietly, leaving a kiss on her neck, my right hand brushing lightly over her right hip and perky butt as I passed by her and grabbed some plates and cutlery to set the table.
I knew though that Jean was right, as my enhanced mental capabilities, while impressive, needed me to keep myself in check.
Like her and Emma, my mind had now reached the threshold to directly influence the ambient psionic energy without explicit use of my abilities, which meant that I could potentially harm others by losing control over my emotions.
It was unlikely though as my control over psionic energy was meager compared to either of them, hardly enough to move a feather. Still, it was also something that could be used by others against me if I wasn't careful.
With time and training though I also may be able to advance this control and maybe reach Emma's level who could use psionic energy offensively, even though such was not part of her mutant ability.
From what I remembered, even the Professor had some minor telekinetic abilities he most certainly owed to the strength of his mind, though his ability to control psionic energy was by far inferior to Emma's, which didn't surprise me much.
Emma was almost obsessive when it came to gaining power and I had no doubt that she spent years refining all her abilities to perfection, and still did. For her, everything was a weapon to be potentially used against her adversaries.
For the time being, I had other plans, though setting aside an hour or two each day to explore what I could do with my newly-gained Extrasensory Perception did not seem like a waste of effort, especially since it gave me a basic awareness of the space of my surroundings, which was very useful when it came to controlling my shields.
I wasn't sure though how advanced my Sixth Sense was, and if it could compare to Peter Parker's 'Spidersense' in any way, which was definitely something I wanted. A specialized perception towards danger was immensely helpful in the long run, and I planned to grant myself such an ability either way.
I hadn't yet decided though if I wanted another Omega-level ability at this point in time, as my most recent breakthrough had shown me that I didn't even fully understand my shielding powers. It seemed more prudent to fill the gaps in my arsenal with minor abilities, while continue exploring my shields.
Not to mention that I couldn't just randomly choose another Omega-level power that might not even fit in with my fighting style. Despite my choice of Shielding Creation and Manipulation, and my careful consideration up until now, I was a warrior at heart and I loved to fight.
The pure rush of adrenaline and the intensity of combat made my blood sing in my veins, but choosing an ability purely offensive in nature was undoubtedly a bad idea.
I wouldn't lose anything by waiting either way, as with Jean by my side my reserves would just continue to grow, even if I granted myself a few minor abilities.
Jean might not be able to do what the Phoenix did and gift me enough life energy for an Omega-level ability, as this required an enormous, near-overwhelming quantity of energy, enough to simply wipe out the whole planet, which my lovely redhead simply could not control for the time being, but she did try to channel small amounts of her energy into my body with every touch and caress.
She did this not only to my benefit, but it was as also the perfect way for her to train her energy control, constantly making progress in this rather monumental task.
Having finished setting the table and preparing something to drink just as Jean finished cooking and placed the chicken fillets on a small serving platter and the rice into a bowl, we sat opposite each other on the small two-person table.
It was a quiet meal we shared together, my feet resting on the cross stretcher of her wooden stool while hers rested on my legs intimately. Every now and then a small laugh escaped her soft lips as we talked about different topics, every one of them making my world feel that much brighter.
[2009 – July]
Jean couldn't help but give in, loving the way he desired her with such passion, deep love in every caress of his.
The sensual way his sculpted muscles tensed with every move of his, his strength condensed into pure masculine beauty. Heat rushed through Jean's veins when she felt the gentle yet decisive way Elijah was intimate with her, her own wants awakening in full force as she felt his hard length grind against her undercarriage.
The next moment he somehow managed to cut open the front of her long-sleeved shirt, his fingers pulling it apart and revealing her fair breasts to his heated gaze.
The rosy berries that topped both of them were already painfully hard, longing for his touch as she instinctively arched her back to bring them closer to him. Her hands had moved to Elijah's sides, drawing him closer while clawing at his warm skin, as she let a small whimper escape her soft lips.
His green eyes overflowing with desire, he kept them locked onto her own as he lowered his lips to her chest, brushing over her skin with them, his warm breath caressing her skin and making her shudder in pleasure.
He left a path of kisses and his pearly teeth brushed over her sensitive breasts, sucking on her milky flesh every now and then, causing her to moan and mewl, her desire growing and growing. All the while Elijah's beautiful eyes studied every one of her reactions as if she was the only thing that mattered at this moment.
And when his lips finally closed themselves around the peak of her right breast, sucking her areola into his mouth lightly and simultaneously flicking his tongue over the sensitive berry while lightly biting down it, his hips moving at the same time to exert pressure on the little lovebud hiding between her lower lips, Jean cried out in pleasure.
A tiny orgasm ran through her form and left her with an even stronger desire for Elijah's caresses and warmth, causing Jean to not hesitate and raise her hips with trembling legs when she felt his fingers move beneath the waistband of her skin-tight workout pants. At the same time, she used her own powers to strip herself of her top.
Setting her legs back down on the bedding, Jean looked up at Elijah, who was hovering over her in all his naked glory, while she wore nothing but a pair of black near-transparent lacy panties. Though as she had felt extra daring this morning it was a crotchless pair, the fabric parting generously and revealing her sex completely, as well as the small strip of red hair right above her slit.
Parting her legs with her hands on her inner thighs, Jean's eyes stared up at Elijah longingly, the desire to feel him inside her near overwhelming. Though when her eyes locked onto his, her breath hitched involuntarily, the intensity of his gaze and emotions making her whimper.
…
A sea of bright red hair fanning around her perfect features, deep green eyes looking at me with want and desire, her full lips half-opened as she sighed in need.
A graceful neck marked by my own lips leading to slender shoulders on her delicate frame, two full and perfect breasts resting just beneath her collarbones, their peaks hard and glistening with my saliva, traces left behind by my ministrations.
The gentle curve of her ribcage flowed into her waist and hips, eventually extending down her beautiful legs and adorable feet. Her hands pushed against her toned thighs, her lingerie daring and unable to hide from me her most sacred place, its petals already glistening with love juices.
I was captivated by the sheer beauty of my lover at this moment, hardly able to think of anything else than the desire to keep Jean for myself, my love for her leaving me at her complete mercy. The urge to touch her, to be touched by her tearing at my sanity.
…
It was as if Elijah was spellbound by the sight of her, possessiveness and tender devotion battling in his gaze. Until finally, his eyes settled on hers shining with a hunger so deep, it could be mistaken for despair.
Leaning forward his lips captured hers and he kissed her as if he was dying of thirst and she was his saving grace, his hands running over her curves, caressing and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, while his hard shaft pressed against her moist opening.
And with a gentle but deep thrust, Elijah sheathed his entire length in her cave, causing them both to cry out and moan in pleasure, their gazes locking onto each other once more. His bright green eyes filled with such love that Jean felt as if she was the only being that mattered to him.
The moment of their union was something indescribably beautiful, the feeling of him inside her, his warmth pulsing in her core, soothing her soul and heart in a manner nothing else could. And with every moment they stayed connected, every thrust and push of their hips to draw out the pleasure they gifted each other so intimately, Jean just knew that they belonged together.
…
“You will have to learn to control your emotions at all times now.”, Jean remarked as she stood with her back to me in nothing but a white shirt of mine and a pair of her lacy panties of the same color, this one hiding her lower body like it was supposed to do, even though the fabric was likewise near-transparent.
Her hair was done up in a loose braid, as she stood there and used a spatula to move around the vegetable rice she had in the pan, the chicken filets being fried in another one.
"Mhmm-hmm.", I replied with half-lidded eyes, her every movement burning itself into my memory as I watched her quietly, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweat pants, my upper body bare.
Turning her head halfway to face me, a smile gracing her soft lips and a tender light shining in her eyes, she added with a comfortable sigh: “I can feel your emotions moving the psions around us. Your desire, your love.”
"Good.", I whispered quietly, leaving a kiss on her neck, my right hand brushing lightly over her right hip and perky butt as I passed by her and grabbed some plates and cutlery to set the table.
I knew though that Jean was right, as my enhanced mental capabilities, while impressive, needed me to keep myself in check.
Like her and Emma, my mind had now reached the threshold to directly influence the ambient psionic energy without explicit use of my abilities, which meant that I could potentially harm others by losing control over my emotions.
It was unlikely though as my control over psionic energy was meager compared to either of them, hardly enough to move a feather. Still, it was also something that could be used by others against me if I wasn't careful.
With time and training though I also may be able to advance this control and maybe reach Emma's level who could use psionic energy offensively, even though such was not part of her mutant ability.
From what I remembered, even the Professor had some minor telekinetic abilities he most certainly owed to the strength of his mind, though his ability to control psionic energy was by far inferior to Emma's, which didn't surprise me much.
Emma was almost obsessive when it came to gaining power and I had no doubt that she spent years refining all her abilities to perfection, and still did. For her, everything was a weapon to be potentially used against her adversaries.
For the time being, I had other plans, though setting aside an hour or two each day to explore what I could do with my newly-gained Extrasensory Perception did not seem like a waste of effort, especially since it gave me a basic awareness of the space of my surroundings, which was very useful when it came to controlling my shields.
I wasn't sure though how advanced my Sixth Sense was, and if it could compare to Peter Parker's 'Spidersense' in any way, which was definitely something I wanted. A specialized perception towards danger was immensely helpful in the long run, and I planned to grant myself such an ability either way.
I hadn't yet decided though if I wanted another Omega-level ability at this point in time, as my most recent breakthrough had shown me that I didn't even fully understand my shielding powers. It seemed more prudent to fill the gaps in my arsenal with minor abilities, while continue exploring my shields.
Not to mention that I couldn't just randomly choose another Omega-level power that might not even fit in with my fighting style. Despite my choice of Shielding Creation and Manipulation, and my careful consideration up until now, I was a warrior at heart and I loved to fight.
The pure rush of adrenaline and the intensity of combat made my blood sing in my veins, but choosing an ability purely offensive in nature was undoubtedly a bad idea.
I wouldn't lose anything by waiting either way, as with Jean by my side my reserves would just continue to grow, even if I granted myself a few minor abilities.
Jean might not be able to do what the Phoenix did and gift me enough life energy for an Omega-level ability, as this required an enormous, near-overwhelming quantity of energy, enough to simply wipe out the whole planet, which my lovely redhead simply could not control for the time being, but she did try to channel small amounts of her energy into my body with every touch and caress.
She did this not only to my benefit, but it was as also the perfect way for her to train her energy control, constantly making progress in this rather monumental task.
Having finished setting the table and preparing something to drink just as Jean finished cooking and placed the chicken fillets on a small serving platter and the rice into a bowl, we sat opposite each other on the small two-person table.
It was a quiet meal we shared together, my feet resting on the cross stretcher of her wooden stool while hers rested on my legs intimately. Every now and then a small laugh escaped her soft lips as we talked about different topics, every one of them making my world feel that much brighter.
