Nexus of Fate | Logan/Crucified Wolverine x Mutant Reader

3 | Surrender

The moment hung between you, charged with an intensity that made your heart race. Logan's strained breaths filled the air, his broad chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. Even nailed as he was, every muscle in his body strained against the cross, making it impossible to ignore how powerful he still was, despite the agony he was clearly enduring.

You hovered close to him, your fingers trembling as they traced lightly over his body. You had just left a trail of tender kisses from his lips, moving slowly downwards, savoring each moment of connection. The desire to comfort him, to do something—anything—to ease his pain, was overwhelming. Your gaze flicked up to his face, where his eyes, shadowed by pain and confusion, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

"Logan..." You whispered his name, your voice barely audible as the words caught in your throat. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of something gentler crossing his features, though the pain still lingered in the lines of his face.

Your body suspended in the air as you let your hands glide up his thighs, feeling the solid strength beneath your fingers. The feeling of his hardened cock over his clothing, felt thick and rigid despite his torment, made your pulse quicken. A flush of warmth spread through your body, your shyness bubbling up again as you struggled to steady your breathing.

He watched you, his sharp brown eyes tracking every movement, and the raw intensity in his gaze only made your heart pound faster. You swallowed nervously, the dryness in your mouth making you hesitate for a moment before you leaned forward.

Tentatively, you reached down and freed his cock from its restraints, your fingers brushing against the hardened skin. The sensation of his heat against your fingertips sent a shiver through you. You could see the straining need in his eyes as he glanced down at you. Carefully, you pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. Logan's breath hitched, and a low, rough groan rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating through the tense air. The noise spurred you on, filling you with a mix of anticipation and determination. With a deep breath, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, feeling his arousal against your tongue as you began to move.

He was thick and heavy on your tongue, the taste of him salty and intoxicating as you slowly slid him deeper into your mouth. The feel of him, the way he filled you so completely, sent a shiver down your spine. Your shyness was still there, but it was overshadowed by a growing sense of desire, a need to bring him some semblance of pleasure amidst his suffering.

Logan groaned again, his hips jerking slightly against your lips as you took him deeper, inch by inch. You felt him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need, and the knowledge that you could affect him this way sent a wave of heat through your body. You began to bob your head slowly, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock with every movement.

"Darlin'..." His voice was a rough whisper, filled with strained desire as he fought against the pain to focus on the pleasure you were giving him. The sound of his voice, that deep, gravelly tone, made your own arousal spike, your thighs pressing together as you tried to ignore the growing ache between your legs.

You moved a little faster, taking him deeper, the heat of his cock searing against your tongue. The more you gave, the more you wanted—each groan, each gasp that escaped his lips only fueled your determination. You wanted to hear more, to make him forget the pain, if only for a moment.

Your hands gripped his thighs for balance as you took him as deep as you could, your lips sliding down his length until you could feel him pressing against the back of your throat. Logan's hips bucked involuntarily, and you hummed around him, the vibrations making him groan louder.

The tension in his body coiled tighter, his breathing growing more erratic as he neared the edge. You could feel it—the way his cock twitched in your mouth, the way his muscles tensed beneath your fingers. You pushed yourself to go faster, your movements becoming more eager, more desperate to bring him to release.

Logan let out a deep, primal growl, the sound reverberating through the air as his release hit. You felt the hot, salty rush of his cum fill your mouth, and you swallowed greedily, taking everything he gave you. His body trembled, the strain of the moment evident in every muscle, every ragged breath he took.

As his release slowed, you pulled back slightly, your lips still wrapped around him as you coaxed the last drops from him. The taste of him lingered on your tongue, a reminder of the intensity of the moment, and as you finally released him, you found yourself craving more.

Logan's eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. There was a softness in his gaze now, mingled with exhaustion and something like gratitude. But the need in you wasn't sated—it had only grown stronger, more urgent.

You wanted more, needed more. The realization made your breath hitch, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. But before you could act on it, before you could give in to the yearning that burned inside you, a soft chime echoed through the space, signaling that your time was running out.

You bit your lip, the frustration of the situation tightening in your chest. Your time with him was limited. But as you looked up at him, seeing the way he still strained against the cross, the desire in his eyes reflected your own.

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