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This wasn't the first high in a while that Logan had ridden out when in bed with someone in Madripoor, but it had been one of his favorite trysts in quite a while. Miharu had the energy and the stamina to go along with his, and though a tank wasn't exactly the adjective he'd use to describe her, she certainly held her own against the wild and unhinged mutant. When you were hanging around in a seedy place like Madripoor, you had to do everything within your power to ensure that you were on the right side of every situation possible because making enemies of the worst, most powerful people that this place had to offer was a big mistake newbies to the scene often made. The lot of the bunch you'd find in this place would be ex-SHIELD agents, mercs who were looking to establish their names and put their talents to good use, as well as people who'd already had immense wealth to their name, and were looking to expand their horizons on more shady fronts that the stockholders didn't need to necessarily know about. Yeah, Logan had seen them all and crossed paths with them all for better and worse, and there were a good many that he even had to kill on several occasions, but it came with the territory. So banging a bitch and getting shitfaced at the same time wasn't a bad way to spend a weekend night here in seedy Madripoor. In many ways, you could call it the calm before the storm.

"Guess I don't need a mind reader to know that you've been enjoyin' yourself tonight, eh?" Logan gave Miharu a small but confident smirk. If she thought they were done here, there was still a long way to go before Logan would finish his work here. He pushed her hand downwards towards his length, letting her grip it as firmly as she could while he closed his eyes to take in the feel of her cold yet inviting grip. He turned his head to the side in a slow turning motion, locking his lips with her own in a slow moving fashion, allowing their tongues to wage a war for dominance in slow moving fashion. Her stroking motion of his length only continued to move slightly faster with each movement, and when she propped one naked leg over his muscular thigh, Logan could really feel both his blood and the adrenaline in his veins getting pumped yet again, making their kiss even sloppier and rougher in the process. "Yeah, keep that going," he instructed her, using his free hand wrapped around her body to grip her ass firmer.

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Miharu had her guesses, on what he could be thinking. Had he not been impressed, then she loved a challenge. At the same time, then maybe he was just hard to please. However, she wasn't exactly looking to please him in the first place if she had her way; she had her way, and she was going to that orgasm whether he did or not. Selfish on her part, but that was one of the reasons she agreed to this, in addition to the fact that there was an initial attraction between them. One thing she was sure though, was that he fell for her charms, and hence the reason they found themselves where they were now. Letting passion take over was just the last step that they both had to do, and give in to their carnal desires with no remorse. The few thrusts had been a bit more aggressive, his hands on her body holding her with such grip; it wasn't long when he'd thrust into her with his manhandling skills and she'd felt that sweet, sweet release of pleasure that she yearned for. The sound she let out as she came undone was a pitchy in-between of a moan and a sigh. Her insides clenched around his cock, her release sending shivers throughout her body as he filled her with his own; her entire body jolted from the release.

The woman was visibly panting, her mind finally processing the fact that he'd released into her; the mix of his ejaculation with her own juices dripped even outside of her pussy, from the wetness that now made its presence known to her. A small euphoric smile took its place on her lips, satisfaction evident as he flipped them over. She mindlessly ran her fingers through his hair, his weight on her that was comforting in a way. "Fuckin' hell," she couldn't help but echo in a whisper, panting to catch her breath. Small beads of sweat were on her forehead and her back, riding out the high from the endorphins brought on by their coitus. It was beyond good; the vulpine had thought this was better than getting completely shit-faced for the night and deal with a hangover the next day. Her body relaxed in the warmth his body provided, ready to forget pulling over the covers that was once disregarded prior.

Oddly comparable was the silence that followed, only heavy breathing audible against the quiet background. A smirk was on her face, as she had locked her eyes against his, waiting for him to say something.

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To be fair, this could have been a bad situation for anyone to find themselves in. The person you'd been sleeping with or taken a fancy to liking was also sleeping with someone else. Maybe you'd get pissed, end up heartbroken, and try to break things off altogether before the mere thought of 'cheating' would force you to completely move on. Completely within both mutant and human nature to have those sorts of emotions not particularly serve you well unfortunately, but you did what you had to in order to get by. Rogue was a special woman, very spunky in her own right, powerful and strong, with the streaky attitude to back it up if absolutely necessary, and she was the woman who'd found an attraction to both men. Logan and Johnny Blaze were both rough around the edges, loved their leather jackets, and were the quintessential antiheroes if you ever thought of the word or looked it up in the dictionary for a picture. Naturally, both of these rugged outsiders had an affinity to Rogue, and the Southern belle found herself in this particular position that she felt comfortable enough to let them know what she was doing. The boldness, the audacity that she had to even try to come forward like this, it was certainly something. But at the same time, she may have inadvertently forgotten just who she was dealing with here.

"That's real nice of ya to come clean with the truth and everything darlin', but the truth is me 'n Blaze already knew what you were up to," Logan chuckled, opening the bottle of whiskey wide and flipping the cap to the side. "So here's what we're gonna do since you wanna pop on in here with suggestions. We're both gonna have our way with ya the way we wanna have it done, and yer gonna take it in every which way we're gonna give it to ya, so you can pay for your sins." Johnny stepped in, nodding his head in agreement with Logan's assessment of the situation. He walked up to Rogue herself, grabbing the mutant by the collar and staring deeply into her sugary orbs, picked the spunky brunette upwards and shook her loose of the jacket, revealing her sleeveless tanktop underneath. "Yeah, we're gonna enjoy this one for sure," he promised, gripping her hair tightly and using his other hand to grip her by the pants and tossed her right up to Logan, who popped Rogue into the air and powerbombed her directly onto the bed. Not that they were meaning to do wrestling tag team moves, but sometimes things just happened inadvertently like that.

Logan immediately began the process of removing her faded blue jeans from her body, ripping them off of her legs in rough fashion while using one of his claws to completely tear through the fabric; she damn sure wasn't going to be wearing these ever again. He dragged her by the legs back down by the edge of the bed, flipping the brat right onto her stomach, and began delivering heavy hands to both sides of her ass with attitude and authority. While her underwear ( a skimpy thong ) still remained, the Wolverine quickly snatched that right off of her, cut it up as well, leaving the brat completely exposed on the bed as well as Logan quickly closed the space between them and tackled her back onto the bed, placing a firm grip around her throat.

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"Hey Logan, Johnny..." Rogue wasn't one to turn down a dare, and this was going to be no exception. Especially considering how nice the outcome could be. "I been thinkin'... are y'all aware I been fuckin' both'a ya?" She questioned. It's not like she was exclusive with either of them, really, so technically it wasn't cheating or anything. Sometimes she was shacked up with Logan in Madripoor. Sometimes she was out running the roads with Johnny. Wherever she was, she knew how to get both of her men riled up enough to manhandle her. But she'd never considered trying to get them both to do it together.

"It ain't that big a deal, really. I'd wager a guess ya both been enjoyin' yerselves enough with the arrangement..." She couldn't help but grin, looking to Logan then to Johnny, giving them each a little once over with her eyes as she spoke. "But I been wonderin' how y'all'd react t'knowin' what's been goin' on. An', I dunno... I'm wonderin' if maybe I should be limitin' my options down t'just one'a ya..." An attempt at kind of pitting them against one another, giving them something to be annoyed or agitated about. Though she was hoping to not have to choose between them in the end. Maybe they'd be just fine with the way things were going so long as they both had their time with her and she didn't insist they couldn't see other people, either. "But how'd I decide somethin' like that?" She mused, tapping a finger to her lower lip in faux thought. "Someone- I ain't namin' names- gave me a good idea though durin' a silly lil game'a truth 'r dare..." Her lips curled into a wicked little grin. "Why not take ya both at once, see how it goes? Winner takes all, so t'speak," As if there was actually going to be a winner. She was hoping they'd learn to share, instead, "Unless, a'course, y'all are too chicken shit to take me together..." And there it was- the challenge she knew they were unlikely to back down to, especially in front of one another. She doubted either of them wanted to look like they were the lesser man for backing out, after all. She was baiting them- she just had to wait and see if they'd take it. "I'll even let y'all decide who gets which hole." Though she had a feeling if this happened, they'd each get at least one shot off inside each of her holes, if not more, before the night was through.

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The pure look of confusion on her face was certainly understandable in its own right. She had no idea was wild, racing thoughts were pumping through Logan’s brain like a batch of enhanced dopamine had been unleashed straight through. He wasn’t thinking straight, his eyes were completely trained on Cass before him, and he was about to make her his in a way that would have her eyes being rolled back tenfold. The band, the bandmates, the manager, fuck all of them. Cass was always going to be his since the very beginning, and with it just being the two of them in this very motel, the mutant planned on getting the message through to Cassia as boldly and as strongly as possible. Words didn’t have to mean shit when you could let the action do everything for you right? With her shirt already torn off, and Logan being able to use those feral senses to sniff out the arousal that was practically sprawling and oozing out of her like an open sugar dispenser, he was going to act on that and just completely destroy her by any and every means necessary. Her pussy was his, he body was his to command, and deep down with the concerned yet obeying look in those doe eyes of hers, she knew it too. Logan was going to fuck her up in the best way possible and leave her wanting more like the little submissive that she was. “I can smell it on ya, just waitin’ for me to pull those jeans down and tear ya apart like a hunk of meat or something right? Well, you’re gonna get yer wish Cass I promise,” he assured, cutting through her bra and seizing her breasts, taking his tongue to the areolas. He licked against them heavily like a slow moving tractor pushing through thick fields of mud, watching her body fold up and down like an accordion, just cranking out random moans and exasperated sighs as musical notes that Logan could pull at any time.

“No band for you. Considering your my property now, I’d say that’s about all the proof and shit I need to stake my claim. Look at you, glistening downstairs. Just waitin’ for me to put it in you and milk you like my bitch. Exciting, ain’t it? The life you got ahead of you with me is about to be far greater’n that of the band that you coulda been stuck with.” He took her right nipple into her mouth, wriggled it between his teeth and sucked it so damn hard that when he let go, a popping noise could be heard as it flopped back down, and her breast practically jiggled everywhere. He provided the same favor to the other nipple as well, watching the left one reverberate all over the place much like her right breast did, and it left quite the satisfied look on the mutant’s face. He moved down to her bottoms, undoing the button and the zipper in a combined fashion before grabbing the waistband of the pants, and pulling them along with her underwear, completely down her legs.until they were dangling at her ankles. Logan turned around and twist tied her bottoms together over both her ankles so that she wouldn’t be able to kick them off. He licked the bottom of both his index and middle fingers, proceeding to slowly rub them against the arousal in her clit. “I wanna hear you say yer quittin’ the ban. Tell me you’re quittin’ the band and that you would much prefer to stay with me,” Logan ordered, increasing the pressure against her clit as he started full on rubbing against it before plugging both of his fingers inside of her and fingering extremely bluntly. “You want this, don’t you? You want what i got in my pants? That’s what you worked yer whole career for right? Answer me,” he ordered.

Cassia wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself in this predicament. Yes, she'd flirted with Logan some each time they'd met, but that was because he was flirting with her (and because she found him ruggedly handsome). She also felt comfortable with him usually, and it was for that reason that she'd asked him if he could come pick her up and take her back to her motel room. She knew he was closer by than her other bandmates and it seemed like a good chance to do a bit of chatting and a little bonding with the gruff Canadian... but she couldn't have anticipated this.

"Logan-!" She shouted when he tossed her phone out the window. She needed that! What if someone tried to contact her? Her manager. Her bandmates. Her father! She had emails to answer and calls to make and- He picked her up before she could start to vocalize her concerns and suddenly her thoughts weren't on the phone anymore. They were solely on Logan. She didn't know just how rough he might get with her and that both scared and aroused her all at once. She couldn't deny that her panties were starting to get a bit damp beneath her skirt and she wondered how long it would be before Logan could smell the arousal on her. She felt like a bitch in heat, even as he dropped her onto the bed.

Logan climbed over top of her and she tried to give him a little shove. "Come on, Logan... at least let me go get my phone..." She argued a bit, trying once more to push him. But he wasn't budging. With his adamantium bones, he weighed a ton and she wasn't especially strong to begin with. Then he pressed down further, more of his weight on her, and she knew she was trapped. She wanted to tell him to stop kidding around, but when he told her that no one was coming to get her, she realized that he definitely wasn't just messing with her. He had every intent of getting what he wanted out of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. This was the start of a new dream, he'd said- what dream might that be? "Logan, I'm not quitting the band," She answered back, her voice a bit shaky as though she wasn't so sure she should be arguing with him while he was on top of her like this. Again, she tried to wriggle out from beneath him, and again she failed to move pretty much at all. He was weighing her down with his body... and he was taunting her, even, for struggling. Her face heated up in embarrassment and she let out an audible little whimper when he told her he was gonna breed the fuck out of her. Was it bad that she actually kind of wanted him to? She wouldn't say as such out loud, but she also wasn't actually trying to fight back. Hell, she could have used her powers on him if she'd really wanted him to get off of her, but she didn't. Instead, she stayed beneath him, eyes wide, heart racing, waiting for him to make the next move.

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Gradually and steadily, Logan's mind was continuing to change with ease by the day on his decision to bring Rogue here. He knew that she was tough as nails, knew that she could handle herself in a fight, but even more importantly, being in Madripoor was bringing out an element of her that made even Logan get turned on by everything that she did. He knew how much of a threat that he presented himself as in Madripoor, but how spooked would the competition be when they saw his "bodyguard" flying through and tossing people out of the window like they had it coming? Hell, they did have it coming in most cases, but that was beside the point. Her ideas and suggestions of what activities that they could partake in together were perfect as always, not that he could always tell her that to feed the ego. She did need to work for it, after all.

"Warms me up good ta see you thinkin' about me all day like that. I know the man makes the suit, but outside of this suit you know exactly how things work," he chuckled with a slight smile curved on his lips. "If we ain't got nowhere to be tomorrow, and you think you got the energy available to you fer pullin' an all-nighter, then I say what the fuck are we waitin' for?" He pulled the Southern belle's body right into his own in an act of heated passion, pressing his own lips against hers, as he pressed Rogue hard against the door itself, their hips already threatening to buck against one another in hard hitting, horny and fervent fashion. Her long green dress was immediately split up on both sides near the hips so that Logan could grant himself some easier access to what he deemed was rightfully his. "I could never fill your ass up with enough cum, but believe me when I say I'm gonna fuckin' try," he assured, their kiss growing rougher and rougher with each other. as the door began to make loud banging sounds until Logan picked her up by the hips and took her over to the couch, rolling her onto her back. With precision, he cut the rest of the lower half of her dress off with a claw, cutting through it like wrapping paper until the dress only covered just above her stomach in which her abs were showing. "I hope you know that there ain't a soul alive in this universe who's gonna be fuckin' you ever again as long as I'm around," he claimed possession.

Rogue hadn’t known if she was going to like Madripoor or not, honestly. All she knew was that she could tolerate it so long as she had Logan. And, so far, it wasn’t all bad. Yes, she had to restrain herself from flying off the handle at handsy guys who made passes at her or tried to grope her, but that was usually about the worst of it. Already, most people they dealt with had learned not to piss her off and she really felt like she was helping Logan. Better than that, though, was the fact that she and Logan got to spend plenty of time together in their penthouse suite hotel room. This had to have been about the fanciest place she’d ever been. And they were christening the whole damn place, fucking on every surface possible. She approached Logan slowly, pretending to think about his question. She stopped in front of him and placed her hands on his chest. “We ain’t got anywhere t’be tomorrow… so maybe we should see if we can keep at it ‘til the sun comes up. It can be a bit of a repeat’a the flight here all over again,” She smirked, thinking back to how full of his cum she’d been by the end of the trip and how he’d had to physically carry her off of the plane because she couldn’t walk. Her legs had felt like jello and every movement had left her poor, aching, holes in pain. But it had been fun and it had definitely been worth it. “Think ya could manage somethin’ like that again? It could be fun. An’ then all day tomorrow, I’ll walk ‘round naked an’ ya can jus’ grab me an’ use me whenever ya wanna get off.”

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These types of situations were ones that Logan was just a little too familiar with, and although they didn't always end up working in this particular fashion, he felt himself getting a little bit excited about meeting Cassia like this. He had no problems whatsoever helping her out with her car, especially considering her car had a number of issues wrong with it. Flat tires and burnt out engines were practically the norm around these parts, and if you didn't have the mechanical knowledge to fix the problem yourself, you were pretty much screwed. Even a pretty face like Cassia didn't need to be stuck out here with the rest of the creeps around this place who probably would have loved to be stuck in a spot like this around someone who was just trying to thrive in a band. Ambitious kids these days, eh? Catching her on the phone with what he could only assume was either her manager or a fellow bandmate, Logan didn't have any time for that while working on fixing up the rest of her stuff. No, he was gonna have some unhinged fun with Cass, and it wasn't gonna be just pizza and beer either. No, that was a little bit too tame of a suggestion for Logan these days all things considered.

"Hopefully you were smart and didn't give him any directions either," Logan stated, taking her phone out of her hand and chucking it out the window. A bit selfish on his part, but he was eager to hurt and eager to please this woman who'd promised repayment on a major favor, and that was about to be repaid this instant. He picked Cassia up bridal style and carried her over to the queen sized mattress on his bed, dropping her down and watching as her body bounced comfortably on it, her breasts doing a whole damn cartwheel if that made sense. He used the heavy metal grafted to his skeleton to weigh her down as he got right on top of Cassia, looking her dead in the eye given their flirtationship in recent times hadn't led them getting this far with one another. "Feels good, don't it? You ain't gotta answer; I know it does," Logan assured. "No one's comin' to get you. Far as they know, you got another ride into town and you're gonna go meet them. No better yet, you can tell'em that you quit the bed. This is the end of the dream here bub, and the start of a new one," he declared. He gripped the front of her shirt, roughing her up with it a bit, knowing that he could tear it up and rip it apart at any point, but he could feel her nipples hardening within her shirt, and it made him lick his lips at the excitement that she brought him. "You like struggling, don't you?" he taunted her, ripping the shirt off of her body completely and cast it aside. "I'm gonna breed the fuck out of you," he promised.

"Only thing yer gonna be ridin' is me Cass. No grips, no handles, just fuckin' you until all hell breaks loose and you can't stand or fuckin' walk straight. Bring yer ass here."

Cassia hadn't even realized that Logan was there. Her car had broken down earlier in the day and, thankfully, Logan had been nearby enough to give her a ride back to her motel room. She thought he had left for the night when he'd walked out the door, but apparently he had just gone to get something, because he'd walked back in and interrupted her while she was on the phone with Nick. They were discussing plans for him to come get her tomorrow around 11am, to give her a ride over to the auto shop where her car currently was. But Logan had heard at least enough of the conversation to use it against her- or, rather, for his own sake.

Cass turned towards the door he'd just walked in, watched as he kicked it shut behind him, and she was hoping like hell that Nick hadn't heard what Logan had said. Her face was warm with embarrassment and she fumbled for a moment, caught between answering Logan first so as not to make him have to repeat himself, and quickly telling Nick that she had to leave. She stuttered for just a second, got a questioning "you okay?" from Nick on the other end of the line, and quickly brushed off his concerns. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'll text you later." and before he could answer she was hanging up the phone and putting it on the dresser to her left.

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she muttered a quiet "yes sir" now that she was off the phone. She did as he'd asked, moving closer and hoping that the few moments it had taken her to hang up her call hadn't been long enough to annoy Logan.

She stopped in front of him, not exactly sure what he was expecting of her first. She had promised that she'd repay him for the ride- she'd just expected that it would be with, like, pizza and beer or something, not with a ride of a different kind. Yet she wasn't opposed to it by any means- they hadn't fucked before, but they'd had a bit of a flirtationship going for a while. It made sense that things would end up here eventually.

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"You'll find out what I am when it's all over, said and done," Logan mused, not afraid to keep his lover in the dark about what his mood towards her performance was. Truth be told, it was way above average and it did loosen the chains on the animal within him in the best kind of way, and he could easily see him renewing acquaintances with this woman for another night or two if she ever did come calling again. As the saying went, anything could and probably would happen in Madripoor when you least expected it, and while usually that spelled bad news and doomsday for many, it wasn't always a case of the hard rock blues. Miharu here was the perfect example of a best case scenario working out to the fullest, and so long as someone didn't come up in here and try to kill her, stab her, or completely eviscerate her to ruin Logan's life for what felt like the umpteenth time, then this was going to go about as smooth as things possibly could for the adamantium bone-coated mutant. Hearing her words rise in her tone with complete desperation while on the edge of euphoria, Logan knew that he just needed to give Miharu that extra final push, that stroke of motivation to give into the climax and just let her coat his length with the literal precious fiber of her being. "I'll take it from here," he assured, gripping her hips with bear like strength, holding her steady and positioning her into place as she laid against his chest and torso. With a few well placed thrusts at the right time and opportunity, he pushed and buried his length so far into her without a moment's hesitation that she had no choice but to cum at long last.

Their lips continued to meld together roughly and with passion included, tongues finally beginning to come into play and take center stage with the saliva they were sharing together. The passion continued to flow through them like chakra, and while Logan was more than eager to take all of her body for his own pleasure, he elected to indulge her with his own seed, releasing a steady streaming flow directly into her core, feeling a shudder run up his spine and his hair on his body stand up in the process. It flowed like a river, a heavily flowing river that only rushed through her faster the harder he continued to thrust into her, until the Canadian was positively certain that he'd emptied the whole entire bacta tank into the Korean woman. "Fuck," Logan growled directly in her ear with a few heavy breathing moans, wrapping his entire body around hers entirely as he turned her back over on the bed to put her below him once more.

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Miharu only smiled, determined to see through the end of this, both of them in their climaxes and the sweet release of the tension between her legs, building up with every thrust of his that she reciprocated in turn. Their chemistry in bed was evident, and while she was not a stranger to one-night stands, part of her looked forward to another encounter with him. There was just something about Logan that she felt attracted to; then again, he wasn't being subtle with his approach either. They both knew what they wanted and the fact that they were in the same place at the same time, everything just felt.. natural. Madripoor was the perfect getaway for either of them, and the best place to let loose and let pleasure be their guide. "Oh, are you not impressed?" She purred, practically melting at his touch. Not that she wanted to impress him, but it would feed her ego and validate her. "You won't indulge me on that-- oh, fuck-- sweetheart?" She was quite tempted to pull away, just to tease him, but decided against it. Not when their coitus was really too much to refuse or stop now at this point.

She could feel herself coming undone, sooner than she had wanted. Her nails dug into his shoulders, clinging close as he continued his thrusts, allowing herself now to be in his complete mercy. He was too good, and she wanted the sweet release after all this. Yes, he wanted to dance the night away as much as she did. Which was why and how they landed on her bed in the first place. More wanton moaning, and more wetness was her body's response to his thrusting. She was a cornered prey, and she didn't mind he was the predator that devoured her every being right now. She gasped, but ensured her lips were on his while he kept thrusting; her shameless moans all for him. "Fuck, I'm so close, Logan," her words were between a moan and a whisper, his thrusts almost knocking every wind in her body. Her eyes rolled back, just pure pleasure teasing her with a sweet release. She was on the edge, and she could cum any minute.

"Shit, Logan. I'm gonna--"

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Admittedly, Logan could feel himself finally starting to work up a sweat in just the way that he expected to when he and Miharu took one another to bed. The smell of her skin was incredibly alluring, and the look in her eyes spoke volumes in a number of silent languages that Logan could easily pretend to speak in his mind, but body language was the only language he needed to understand in this particular situation. She was incredibly wet at this point, and the harder she continued to ride him, the more the hairs on his body continued to stand up on end in anticipation, loving the attention to detail and the thrill of the moment in that the duo were currently reveling in with one another. At this point, it didn't matter who was running the show or calling the shots; when pleasure was your guide, you could get lost in anything with your partner and it would feel completely right if you trusted them. They were random strangers, and it was always dumb to do such a thing, but Logan usually had a good feeling about people, and she was one of them. His heavy hands continued to slap against her ass, leaving red welt marks in the shape of his hand against her ass, letting her know that she'd feel him in many ways in the morning, those hand marks being heavy reminders of that. "I'll give you a lot more than all of me," the mutant promised with a sly grin on his face.

His hands reached out and squeezed her breasts like they were magic, and every time his thumbs rolled over the nipples of her breasts, he could feel the highly sensitive moan slip out of her mouth earnestly and unabashedly. He brought the upper half of her body down onto the top of his so that their faces were on the same level, and utilized the power of his lower body strength to continually thrust straight into her core, continuing the overwhelming stream of pleasure from her core that coated his cock like it was rain season. "Tryin' to get me to say yer name when your cunt's been mine since we arrived in this room is a bold move Miharu," Logan retorted, pressing his forehead against her own while their lips met fervently and roughly with one another without question. He lifted his hips slightly off the bed, hitting the fox's core with a triple thrust barrage right then and there, earning a few cries and moans right into his mouth that he swallowed whole like air.

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Miharu was pleased to elicit a moan or two. But it wasn't enough. She knew how to work men, and Logan was no different. Though, he was different in that he knew what he was doing to her, the effect of his own charms against hers. There was just this compatibility between them, which probably made their current coitus a whole lot more enjoyable. The pleasure was the goal, and if he stayed after this entire rendezvous of theirs, it would be nice. Then again it was just probably the island's effect on her, and she could at least admit she'd been a little lonely lately. Logan was the one to end her dry spell, and for that, she was not going to complain.

With a smile so triumphant and accomplished, Miharu rolled her hips, and kissed his neck some, leaving a few marks here and there on his collarbone, each touch hot and amorous as though she'd taken him as hers and hers alone. More profanities and a high-pitched whimpering sound as he slapped her ass, hand marks left in red. She'd dug into his chest and arms, clinging to him for balance as he'd rolled his hips underneath her, meeting her halfway each time his cock hit her core. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Even when she thought she was at least in control here, he wasn't willing to relinquish that. Her muscles clenched around him, while her cunt dripped continuously all over him. Her breasts in tandem bounced as he railed her. For a moment she had the perfect view of him, writhing under her while she rode him. She'd soon reached out one of his hands and placed it on her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze it to his heart's delight.

"Enjoying yourself, Logan?" She couldn't help but ask him. "Give me all of you, darling."

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What was better than having sex with someone who desired you more than anything in that given moment? Someone who had a genuine sense of adoration and appreciation of you, not to mention a nice little sense of humor to go along with the main course. Not to say that Logan was the biggest guy on laughing whenever it came to a sense of humor, but it wasn't really a party if every single person was the brooding and angry type all in the same location, was it? He'd had enough of that shit during the Team X days where everyone wanted to be a complete asshole during their off the grid operations, and while he tolerated it at the time, Logan had no desire to deal with even more brooding assholes when he was already enough for anyone else to deal with. Perhaps that's why he and Miharu's eyes spoke the perfect language with one another, knowing and seeing into the other person's heart and mind about what they were looking for, that instant click just happening between the two of them, and now as a result, Logan felt happy and pleased with himself that he was reaping all of the rewards from throttling Miharu's body. He still couldn't place exactly what made her unique and special to him, and while his mind had a bad habit wandering sometimes, she did more than an amazing job in bringing his focus back to the moment, to the point that she'd managed to flip them over and put her on top of him. How she managed to flip his metal boned body was a bit of a shocker to Logan, but he smirked at her vow to make him say her name. "Oh yeah darlin'? Let's see what yer packing."

Logan admired Miharu's will and drive to get him to moan her name, and as she rode him fervently, Logan grit his teeth in response, feeling his head press deeply into the pillow when their lips connected once more and he could feel her hands grace both sides of his face and hair. Slamming her core on top of his cock a few dozen times while she rode him was a strong strategy as it did get a few grunts and a slight moan out of his mouth that traveled straight into hers for safekeeping. His heavy handed right hand reached out and clapped the back of her ass while his other hand reached out and did the same thing in succession, clapping her ass several times over as she rode him, feeling her make the Wolverine bury his length even deeper into her as his length continued to be coated in all of her juices flowing out of her right now. You could pick a flavor that she was climaxing in with all of the juices that were practically coating his length, and with Logan rolling his hip muscles as she rode him even further with that much determination in her eyes, he was going to make her earn it. His hands ran through her long hair while he thrusted up into her even further, that smooth clapping sound between their skin coming in contact with one another ever so fluidly.

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Of course, she enjoyed this. He wasn't the only one and could not be the only one enjoying this. The closer he was, Miharu took the time to memorize every single detail that she could gather-- rugged, with a unique musk mixed with traces of cigar and whiskey-- a strong scented combination that she had not often found appealing until now. Perhaps it was because of the individual himself who managed to carry himself in such an air that in turn intrigued and captured her undivided attention - a feat that not many could do. Patch should consider himself favoured by a woman like herself. As he kept going, wanton moans and sighs with occasional whispers of profanities were all that could be heard from the woman, until he'd prompted her. Of course, she liked that, a man who desired to pleasure himself as much as he should pleasure her was simply too much to pass on. As their lips found themselves on each other's, she opened her mouth, allowing him to stick his tongue inside hers while he practically railed her - an open invitation.

Maybe it was the island's effect on her, that she easily gave into her carnal desires with no mind of resistance nor hesitation at all. Add to that, no man had pinned her wrists right away as Patch did, and she didn't mind relinquishing some control to him. However, her mind had a small thought, that he too deserved to be pleasured. When she felt like his grip would loosen soon, she yearned to return the favour by riding him if he'd let her. "Of course. I want you to say my name, Patch," she urged in a whisper. She wasn't the only one who should be moaning, and she intended that he did too. She wanted to hear him say her name, moan it like a prayer to the gods. She was the goddess he picked to worship tonight, and Miharu intended it to stay that way.

The temptation to flip them over was hard to resist. She wanted to ride him like the wanton slut she could be, before relinquishing control back to him. "Let me," she whispered, fingers dancing on his chest before she gathered the strength and flipped them over.

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Her wetness coated his cock like rain, and the words of encouragement only empowered Logan to keep going while their lips clashed with one another. She felt so damn good, and while Logan had somewhat had sex on the regular here and there in Madripoor (there wasn't any shortage of beauties in this place were there?), none of the recent experiences or conquests of sorts he'd had in this country were quite measuring up right now to this moment that he had with Miharu. Something about her felt pretty different, and while his mind wasn't particularly focused on that right now, maybe he'd get back around to it later...if he could remember it in any form. Right now, Logan allowed his body to flow like the river, pumping her fine body with his length traveling in and hitting both of her walls inside of her core while her hands remained completely pinned above her head. She could have easily attempted to remove them, but the desire to have them remained above her head without struggle only empowered Logan to push a bit more harder into her. He grunted when his cock became even more coated with her wetness, feeling as if he were dipping his own length into a fresh spring meadow of water. Either he was that good, she was that horny for him, or it was a collection of both, which Logan was easily willing to buy.

"Like that, don't you?" Logan smirked, getting a bit smug with that look on his face, but she didn't seem to mind whatsoever. The only thing on her mind right now was sheer pleasure itself, the same exact thing that was empowering Logan's mind and actions here as well. It took an intense amount of willpower for the mutant to not pop his adamantium metal claws during this whole session, less he reveal to her that he was a mutant right here and now, and quite frankly nobody needed to know that. He was Patch here, not Logan, and it needed to remain that way. She might've found out from him his real name through some unsuspected means, but right now the only other thing she needed to find out about him right now was what three stages of pleasure he was going to put her through. He increased the thrusting pressure, flooring the absolute head of his length right into the most sensitive part of her core, hearing the beautiful moan and sigh from her voice instantly follow as a result.

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Madripoor. Some called it the place of slums; some called it the real Sin City. Vegas could not compare to it; Madripoor was an island of its own, and filled with interesting folk. Hightown and Lowtown were two sides of the same coin, home to the rich and the poor. The island was quite charming, despite the lawlessness of the land that it was known for. The beaches were quite nice, at least at the Hightown end and Miharu had found herself enjoying the place for a vacation. At the setting of the sun, she found herself at the blackjack table and crossing paths with the one they called Patch. Her eyes wouldn't leave his, as his eyes she felt staring back at her ( granted she'd worn a flattering bodycon dress matched with boots that could possibly kill another ) that night. When at first she thought the first gaze was just a one-off, she found him sitting next to her at the next round ( him buying her a drink was a bonus to sweeten her up ) and it wasn't long before they hit it off, and left the tables, finding themselves making out as they headed back to her suite, a queen size bed waiting for them and the door locked for the night.

Clothes practically flew across the room and landed on the floor. It wasn't long before she was pinned to the bed, arms above her head. She didn't mind his weight on her, not for someone like Patch ( or Logan, she managed to get his name somehow with her charms ) and she loved a man who took control. They were both naked and Miharu was eating the sight of this hunk of a man, and his own charm only brought on a pooling between her legs; consequently allowing him to easily slide his hard cock in her pussy. A wanton moan escaped the vulpine's lips, her back arching in response to his every whim. "Shit, you feel so good." Her words were heavy, the room had started to feel so hot and all she could focus on was the sweet orgasm their coitus would bring.

"I'm all yours, baby," she urged him to continue.

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One thing you learn about Madripoor is that when you first arrived there, you got a firsthand look and experience on just how handy having a street education here would be. The thieves, killers, and every other asshole around this criminal island nation would've loved nothing more than to sell somebody's healthy limb for a hundred grand and the finest steak that an establishment in Hightown could offer, and that was the ceiling for most folks who tried to make it and survive in Lowtown. You took on whatever jobs and opportunities you could to make it in this place and get paid, and even when you got paid, you had to hope like fucking hell that nobody would actually get the guts to just up and rob you. For someone like Logan, who was ex-military and a whole other list of ex-things that weren't important at the moment, he took an opportunity and he made the most of it. By running some jobs for someone of influence and power named Tyger Tiger, Logan had found a way to actually gain some decent cash and start moving up in the world. Of course, to avoid any type of detection from the outside world and those who might've known him, he took on the identity of Patch, and people who tried to rub elbows with Logan either got shown up or got parts of their bodies cut off, and there wasn't any negotiating with him, even if it made sense. A bit cynical and jaded, he still had a certain sense of honor to him and everything. It was just...untraditional.

Right now though, everything else was unimportant. At one of the more notable Hightown hotels, Logan was getting everything he wanted right now and then some. Her name was Miharu or something to that degree, and while they hadn't exactly traveled in the same circles, they had laid eyes upon one another at one of the blackjack tables downstairs, and that was more than enough for both of them to have the same idea travel through their minds. Upstairs they went, and here they were, with Miharu on her back in one of the most comfortable, luxurious beds Logan could ever recall himself being in, plowing Miharu down with the length of his cock, the heavy metal of the adamantium skeleton he branded weighing down the Korean woman's body a bit more than she might've expected him to. Her hands were pinned right above her head, allowing the Wolverine to control the action here, rolling his hip muscles forward and continuing to thrust into his partner for the evening without skipping a beat. He made sure that their lips connected deeply, feeling heavy breathing exhale through both of their own nostrils at how deeply steamed the anticipated kiss was, only escalating it further with a series of them. "Come on darlin', show me what you can do," Logan taunted her, his length fully entrenching itself into her core, only getting Logan juiced up with momentum and excitement even further.

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Now that was exactly the type of thing Logan liked to hear from his lovers, but hearing that come from Diana given everything they'd been through recently hit him a lot different. Madripoor had the audacity and nerve to change you completely if you weren't careful, and if you came to this place trying to escape a tragedy or simply hard times in general, the life could end up nabbing you in ways you wouldn't have possibly expected. As his hands interlocked with her own even further and firmer, he pushed his length even further into her as much as he possibly could, exerting physical force to his very limits that he could manage. Diana was an Amazon, so she was technically and probably literally built completely different. He wasn't entirely aware of her exact origins, but that didn't matter right now when he was pressed knee deep inside of her, thrust after thrust constantly being delivered at a controlled pace that only seemed to be getting more and more fervent with each passing second. As his climax began to rush through and fill her up, Logan's eyes made contact with Diana's, keeping them locked even when she closed them. "Don't do that; look at me Diana."

Oh, she would happily go for two more hours. If he didn’t have to be anywhere tonight, she’d even be okay with going until they both tired out. She didn’t have to catch up on museum work anymore. She didn’t have to worry about listening out for people who called for her help or do rounds through the city to ensure everyone was safe. It had been a hard thing to do, not go when she felt someone calling to her but when the world finally figured out that Wonder Woman went away, the calls stopped. It allowed her to be a little more at peace about her decision, even if a small part of her still wondered if she had let down those who looked up to her. “I want you to fill me. I want to feel every last inch of you.” She said as she gave his hands a squeeze. She was getting close. Pleasure coursing through her veins. She knew that all she needed was a little more before being pushed over the edge to moan his name in praise.

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There was perhaps a small part of Logan that did feel guilty about the Amazonian losing her way over an accident that wasn't even her fault to begin with, but with the two of them being in Madripoor and Logan having seen this other side to her that nobody probably ever knew she had, he was kind of digging it. No, she wasn't some stone cold killer or anything violently insane, but she had been engaging in some pretty immoral activities that the old her wouldn't have condoned in the slightest. She was a lot more swifter and flexible when it came to getting the job done, and hell, she hadn't even flinched or blinked an eye whenever Logan went into savage mode, piling up body after body whenever a group of assassins thought themselves incredibly special when it came to hunting him down. Hearing his name being moaned from her lips, desire entrenched within her body as he continued to pump her up with all of his usual liquids as he'd done before when they did this all-too-familiar dance with one another. "I know it's me, and yer doin' a great job darlin'. Keep it up and I might have to fuck your world for two more hours," he assured, accelerating his thrusting rate within her and pinning her hands down on the bed while they folded into his own for safe keeping and holding. "Tell me how much deeper you want me to go." @makeowndestiny

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There was always a part of Logan that wasn’t entirely sure on whether or not he was doing the right thing recommending a place like Madripoor to Diana, but when you were down on your luck and had lost all sense of self, what the hell were you supposed to do exactly? It’s not like any of her other hero friends--if she had any--were going to try and help, so Logan did the best thing he could, and that was recommend Madripoor of all places to one of the most noble superheroines known to man. If she was that jaded to the point that she couldn’t even fight for what she believed in anymore, then so be it. This place was absolutely perfect for them, and more importantly, a more jaded Diana had somehow developed even more chemistry with him in many aspects he simply couldn’t count or keep up with. All he knew was that pleasure was flowing through his veins and body in waves, and penetrating the former icon was hitting the spot. “Say it again,” Logan warned, thrusting into the Amazon with even more desire and slight aggression, hiking her body up against his own even closer than they’d been before. Retracting his claws, his hands moved towards her broad shoulders, enveloping them with a firm grip while sweat rolled off of his forehead, and the focus on the penetration of Diana only made the Canadian go deeper than he’d ever been before. “Who do you work for now,” he growled in her ear, feeling the moans escaping from her throat even higher.

Diana arched her back, bringing her as close as she could possibly get to Logan. Fingers were tangled in his hair while her other hand gripped his back as she became fully engulfed and filled by him. It’s what she wanted, what she needed or she could have done something or former self would have done and Wonder Woman wasn’t who she was anymore. She didn’t have a new name yet but anytime her former moniker had come out, she shut it down quickly. But she could barely even remember why she came straight home and asked Logan to make her forget for a little while. It was clearly working as now all her thoughts were consumed with the pleasure he was giving her. Her moans of pleasure formed around his name again. “You, Logan,” She answered him, turning her head so she could nip the closest spot she could reach before kissing the same spot. Moving along his shoulder alternating between nips and kisses as she enjoyed feeling him all around her.

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She had just returned from a heist and although she no longer worked as Wonder Woman for the time being, it was sometimes difficult to shut off her initial instincts. Even if she had become jaded with the world she had once promised to protect, she still grew angry at some of the injustices and the darkness that surrounded man kind. They would just never learn. And so she knew as soon as she arrived back in Madripoor, that she would need a distraction, that she would need to get these emotions out before they consumed her and she wound up doing something that would jeopardize her time here. It’s how she wound up in Logan’s bed, practically caged in as he moved inside her. She moaned, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist. “Logan,” she moaned, brushing her nose against his. “Logan,” she repeated, a little louder, as she clawed down his back and arched up into him as he thrusted into her. “Logan, don’t stop,” she whined as he repeatedly hit the spot inside her that would bring her closer and closer to release.

There was always a part of Logan that wasn’t entirely sure on whether or not he was doing the right thing recommending a place like Madripoor to Diana, but when you were down on your luck and had lost all sense of self, what the hell were you supposed to do exactly? It’s not like any of her other hero friends--if she had any--were going to try and help, so Logan did the best thing he could, and that was recommend Madripoor of all places to one of the most noble superheroines known to man. If she was that jaded to the point that she couldn’t even fight for what she believed in anymore, then so be it. This place was absolutely perfect for them, and more importantly, a more jaded Diana had somehow developed even more chemistry with him in many aspects he simply couldn’t count or keep up with. All he knew was that pleasure was flowing through his veins and body in waves, and penetrating the former icon was hitting the spot. “Say it again,” Logan warned, thrusting into the Amazon with even more desire and slight aggression, hiking her body up against his own even closer than they’d been before. Retracting his claws, his hands moved towards her broad shoulders, enveloping them with a firm grip while sweat rolled off of his forehead, and the focus on the penetration of Diana only made the Canadian go deeper than he’d ever been before. “Who do you work for now,” he growled in her ear, feeling the moans escaping from her throat even higher.

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There didn't need to be any pleasantries, or any type of fancy setup to get one another in something of a private, intimate setting. Logan and Diana both knew each other incredibly well enough by this point to know what the other wanted when it came to these types of moods: Madripoor nights, rough passion, and emptying out all of the anger, anguish, and any other type of emotions within their system. She was an Amazonian and blessed from birth, and he was a mutant who had a healing factor that allowed him to heal from virtually any type of injury, so their unions were the perfect holy mesh of physicality, endurance marathons, and raw emotion unleashed. Diana may have been slightly jaded with the world and mankind in general lately, but Logan was more than happy to be the exception, to be that distraction that she needed to keep believing that the world itself was one day saving. But right now, the only world that needed saving was this bed, because with Logan now topping Diana, he planted all six claws into the pillow right next to her head, dangerously close to her ears but not quite piercing her skin. "Glad you're here darlin', because things are about to get a whole lot more physical from here," Logan assured, thrusting into Diana's core with her legs wrapped comfortably strong around his waist. They'd done this song and dance before, and neither ever grew tired of it, so why change it up or stop? Rolling Diana's lower body upwards a bit, Logan went all in with his aggression, growling as he thrusted the Amazon's core repeatedly without mercy and without stopping, closing his eyes as he soaked in the exasperated moans emanating from her mouth. "Let me hear you say it. Say my name," he growled in her face, their foreheads leaning against one another in their own definition of what one would call romantic fashion.

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