Mistress of the Elements: Storm/Ororo fanfic

Chapter 2- taming of the lion

She turned back toward her office chair. "7 seconds Logan," she stated nonchalantly over her shoulder. The Wolverine did not concern her. He was a feral womanizer who frequently put his lust before the XMEN and anyone else. She barely paid any attention to him at the school. After all, she was so busy then, and Logan tended to sulk about in the night with little to no duties at all. She neither liked nor disliked him but his presence seemed to make the moment with Jean and Scott linger, and she wanted no more of the XMEN.

"I only stayed behind ta tell you that little show was interestin." He finally looked up. Ororo could feel the seconds dripping down. Should she listen to this drabble or ask him to leave? "You've gotten stronger than the last time we met."

"Logan, please go.I have no use for Wolverines in this office. I have a client coming in 15 minutes and I need to prepare.... I will not ask you kindly again." A reminder popped up on her computer about the conference call she would need to attend with her client, and her attention shifted back to the task at hand.

"It was sexy Storm. Damn sexy..." She could smell the pheromones he purposefully let loose in the air with his words. The breeze smelled of perspiration and sex. She understood his intentions and began to laugh.

"Oh Goddess, Logan. I see that I have piqued your interest, are your senses keen enough to see if you have piqued mine?" Logan sniffed the air... a few moments more and he sniffed again with a perplexed look on his face. He did not know the winds constantly swirled around their mother, protecting her from the many invisible dangers lurking.

"Well I'll be." he said with a grin. "If I had to call it, I'd say you are tryin to brush me off."

"And I suppose that never happens?" she stated tiredly, never looking up. "When the Wolverine calls, the women come running?" she laughed to herself again. This man was truly a womanizer if he thought she, a goddess, was so easily obtained. She knew only his reputation for making conquests of women of color and then literally or figuratively riding off into the sunset. "No," she said, more clearly, "I don't think you understand..." Ororo looked at Logan, "I bow to NO MAN. Not in business, not in life, and certainly not in an intimate setting... Really Logan, ask yourself- What makes you think you have anything that I would be interested in?"

He looked thoughtfully out at the neighboring buildings, as he walked towards her desk. He sat down in the office chairs previously occupied by Jean and Scott and looked at Ororo with wild eyes. "You seem ta be forgettin' that I heal and recover pretty fast." He winked at her.

Ororo was tired. These were all things men have said before. Men had been throwing themselves at Ororo since before she could remember. She was not interested in being dominated, but a small and rather lewd thought seemed to creep into her mind. Would the animal be tamed? Would he wear a collar and break under her heel? Would he beg her for mercy as she sucked out his breath and made him watch her? Ororo began to allow the thought to come to the surface of her mind, and sent a soft breeze away from her body. She understood very well that her own scent would heighten the desire of the Wolverine.

He froze for a moment and then began to smile. "Oh so there is something ya like, isn't there Goddess?" His knuckles began to itch as he struggled to maintain composure. Logan couldn't believe the scent that was coming from Storm's body. Although faint, it was like nothing he had ever smelled- salty sea breeze and desire- yes, he smelled desire- and it was intoxicating. The animal inside of him wanted to leap over the table and devour her. To fuck her there on the desk and suck the sea from inside her.

Storm looked at him thoughtfully. She could sense the chemicals in the air increasing and Ororo knew she could have him how she wanted him if she did, indeed, desire him. How predictably boring, Ororo thought to herself as she held his gaze. 

He was beginning to sweat with the effort he was expending just to keep his composure. Ororo took note of this and smiled inwardly, taking a small amount of pleasure in his discomfort... Good kitty.

Only 7 more minutes until her client would arrive.

After what seemed (to Logan) like a painfully long few moments, Ororo finally spoke. "I am willing to consider a form of concession to your pheromones under very certain conditions and terms." Without meaning to, Logan felt his claws beginning to edge their way out from under his skin. "... But not now." Anger began to flare in Logan's chest, but, again, he tried to keep the animal at bay.

The beginning of a growl began to escape his lips, "Rrrr... you are trying to bargain with the wrong guy bub...." Ororo was amused, and could sense herself becoming aroused at seeing him struggle to be subdued. 

She had been ordering the winds to keep any indications of her own body changes dissipating into the surrounding air, but wanting him to remain subservient, she allowed him another small whiff of her increased desire. As she did so, she looked back down (3 minutes, hopefully her client wasn't waiting outside already) and said casually, "Suit yourself..."

Logan began to salivate as his heightened senses tasted her in the air around him.. His adamantium claws released themselves from the cage of his knuckles as he continued to speak in a low growl. "...I'll wait 24 hours Goddess... Better be worth it." And with that he stood up to leave. He needed to find a bathroom to masturbate while the scent of her moist pussy still lingered in his nostrils.

Ororo didn't bother to look up as he took his leave.