"Hey there, kid!" the gruff voice called out from behind her.She froze, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. Slowly, she turned around, her mouth agape at the sight before her. He was massive, towering over her even in his seated position.His muscles rippled under his tattered cloths, and his eyes were the fiercest shade of blue she'd ever seen. There was no mistaking who it was.Rogue had heard the stories about him, seen him in action with the X-Men. It was Wolverine. He let out a low growl, noticing the way she was ogling him."You lost, kid?" he asked gruffly, jutting his lower lip out over his imposing fangs.Her reply came out in a breathy whisper, "Y-yes... I mean, no... I mean..." She stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.Wolverine chuckled, amused by her obvious discomfort. "Why don't you hop on up here, sugar," he said, gesturing to the seat beside him. "I could use some company on this trip." His voice was rough and demanding, but there was also a hint of warmth there that sent shivers down her spine.Before she knew what was happening, she found herself climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. She could feel the warmth from his body as she straddled his waist, her hands wrapping around his middle for support. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she couldn't help but breathe in his intoxicating scent.It was wild and animalistic, and it made her feel all sorts of funny down below."So, kid," he said conversationally, starting up the bike with a roar, "where ya headed?" His rough thumb traced circles on her bare shoulder, sending tingles down her spine."Uh... well... actually, I was hoping to find someone who could, uh... show me the ropes," she sputtered out, her face flushing with embarrassment. Normally, she was rebellious and confident in her moves, but when it came to sex, she found herself not sure how to assert herself. Wolverine let out a low chuckle. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice turning husky. "And what makes you think I'd be the one to show you the ropes, hmm?"He trailed his fingers up her arm, causing her to shiver with pleasure."I... I don't know, really," she stammered, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. "I just... I want someone who knows what they're doing... someone powerful and experienced... someone like you."Her voice was soft and breathy, and it made something deep inside him stir. He grinned, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth. "Well, little one... it just so happens that I am just the man you're looking for."With that, he gunned the engine again, and they sped off into the night.As they drove, Wolverine talked to her. He told her stories about his past, about the battles he'd fought and the people he'd met. She listened intently, hanging on to every word, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration. He could tell that she was infatuated with him, and it made something hot and possessive course through his veins. Eventually, they arrived at a secluded spot in the woods. Wolverine cut the engine, and they hopped off the bike together. She tumbled off the bike, and he caught her.He pulled her close, pressing his body against hers, and she could feel his arousal pushing against her through their clothes. "This is where we'll make some memories, sugar," he growled into her ear. "You and me. All night long." He pushed the silver strands of her hair behind her ears, which had become messy from the wind. She shivered pleasantly at his words, her heart racing with anticipation. He reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts were exposed to the cool night air, nipples hard and peaked. He groaned softly, tracing circles around her areola with his thumbs. She arched her back, moaning with pleasure as he took one tight pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He rolled it between his teeth, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him. He pulled away, looking down at her with heat in his eyes. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice rough and demanding. She did as she was told, presenting her back to him. He ran his hands up her sides, over her ribs and around to her front, cupping and squeezing her breasts. "These are perfect, just the way I like them," he muttered, kissing and nipping at the nape of her neck. She felt him unbuckle his pants, and then his hardness was pressed against her bottom, pushing insistently between her legs. She whimpered, feeling overwhelmed with desire. Before she knew what was happening, he'd lifted her up into his arms, and she was sitting on the hood of the motorcycle, her legs spread wide. He stood between them, his erection poking at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, he pushed into her, her wet heat taking him in inch by excruciating inch. She gasped as he filled her, feeling so full and so wanted. He began to move, thrusting rhythmically into her, his muscular arms flexing as he held her tight against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through her, building and building. He picked up speed, his movements growing rougher and more urgent. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the night air. She could feel the tension building in her core, and with a hoarse cry she came, her body shuddering violently around him. He moaned, thrusting hard as he felt her walls contract tightly around his cock. In response, he let out a deep groan and erupted inside her, his hot seed spilling deep inside her womb. They stayed joined like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat and each other's essence. Her sitting on the bike, while he regained his composure and energy, leaning his forehead against hers. "Don't worry, sugar," he murmured, running a rough hand through her mussed hair, as he pulled out of her. "There's plenty more where that came from." He saw her turn away, looking at the ground, almost unsure of herself. Not understanding what she was feeling, he pulled her chin to look him in the eyes. He smiled down, gruff and tender all at once. "That was phenomenal kid," he replied, running a rough thumb across her lips. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's much more I have to teach you about...everything" "That sounds...great....I can't wait," she breathed. "I really can't."

"Hey there, kid!" the gruff voice called out from behind her.

She froze, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. Slowly, she turned around, her mouth agape at the sight before her. He was massive, towering over her even in his seated position.

His muscles rippled under his tattered cloths, and his eyes were the fiercest shade of blue she'd ever seen. There was no mistaking who it was.

Rogue had heard the stories about him, seen him in action with the X-Men. It was Wolverine. He let out a low growl, noticing the way she was ogling him.

"You lost, kid?" he asked gruffly, jutting his lower lip out over his imposing fangs.

Her reply came out in a breathy whisper, "Y-yes... I mean, no... I mean..." She stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Wolverine chuckled, amused by her obvious discomfort. "Why don't you hop on up here, sugar," he said, gesturing to the seat beside him. "I could use some company on this trip." His voice was rough and demanding, but there was also a hint of warmth there that sent shivers down her spine.

Before she knew what was happening, she found herself climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. She could feel the warmth from his body as she straddled his waist, her hands wrapping around his middle for support. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she couldn't help but breathe in his intoxicating scent.

It was wild and animalistic, and it made her feel all sorts of funny down below.

"So, kid," he said conversationally, starting up the bike with a roar, "where ya headed?" His rough thumb traced circles on her bare shoulder, sending tingles down her spine.

"Uh... well... actually, I was hoping to find someone who could, uh... show me the ropes," she sputtered out, her face flushing with embarrassment. Normally, she was rebellious and confident in her moves, but when it came to sex, she found herself not sure how to assert herself. 

Wolverine let out a low chuckle. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice turning husky. "And what makes you think I'd be the one to show you the ropes, hmm?"

He trailed his fingers up her arm, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

"I... I don't know, really," she stammered, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. "I just... I want someone who knows what they're doing... someone powerful and experienced... someone like you."

Her voice was soft and breathy, and it made something deep inside him stir. He grinned, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth. "Well, little one... it just so happens that I am just the man you're looking for."

With that, he gunned the engine again, and they sped off into the night.

As they drove, Wolverine talked to her. He told her stories about his past, about the battles he'd fought and the people he'd met. She listened intently, hanging on to every word, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration. He could tell that she was infatuated with him, and it made something hot and possessive course through his veins. 

Eventually, they arrived at a secluded spot in the woods. Wolverine cut the engine, and they hopped off the bike together.  

She tumbled off the bike, and he caught her.He pulled her close, pressing his body against hers, and she could feel his arousal pushing against her through their clothes. 

"This is where we'll make some memories, sugar," he growled into her ear. "You and me. All night long." He pushed the silver strands of her hair behind her ears, which had become messy from the wind. 

She shivered pleasantly at his words, her heart racing with anticipation. He reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. 

Her breasts were exposed to the cool night air, nipples hard and peaked. He groaned softly, tracing circles around her areola with his thumbs. She arched her back, moaning with pleasure as he took one tight pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He rolled it between his teeth, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him. 

He pulled away, looking down at her with heat in his eyes. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice rough and demanding. 

She did as she was told, presenting her back to him. 

He ran his hands up her sides, over her ribs and around to her front, cupping and squeezing her breasts. "These are perfect, just the way I like them," he muttered, kissing and nipping at the nape of her neck. 

She felt him unbuckle his pants, and then his hardness was pressed against her bottom, pushing insistently between her legs. 

She whimpered, feeling overwhelmed with desire. Before she knew what was happening, he'd lifted her up into his arms, and she was sitting on the hood of the motorcycle, her legs spread wide. 

He stood between them, his erection poking at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, he pushed into her, her wet heat taking him in inch by excruciating inch. She gasped as he filled her, feeling so full and so wanted. 

He began to move, thrusting rhythmically into her, his muscular arms flexing as he held her tight against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through her, building and building. 

He picked up speed, his movements growing rougher and more urgent. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the night air. She could feel the tension building in her core, and with a hoarse cry she came, her body shuddering violently around him. 

He moaned, thrusting hard as he felt her walls contract tightly around his cock. In response, he let out a deep groan and erupted inside her, his hot seed spilling deep inside her womb. 

They stayed joined like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat and each other's essence. Her sitting on the bike, while he regained his composure and energy, leaning his forehead against hers. 

"Don't worry, sugar," he murmured, running a rough hand through her mussed hair, as he pulled out of her. "There's plenty more where that came from." 

He saw her turn away, looking at the ground, almost unsure of herself. Not understanding what she was feeling, he pulled her chin to look him in the eyes. 

He smiled down, gruff and tender all at once. "That was phenomenal kid," he replied, running a rough thumb across her lips. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's much more I have to teach you about...everything" 

"That sounds...great....I can't wait," she breathed. "I really can't."

"Don't worry, sugar," Wolverine murmured, running a rough hand through her mussed hair, as he pulled out of her. "There's plenty more where that came from."

"That sounds...great....I can't wait," Rouge breathed. "I really can't."

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