Logan

Inside Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Logan was alone in the showers, the hot water pouring off his body. He worked the shampoo into his follicles, working the sides of his hair to point high up in the air; the other X-Men didn't know how much work he put into his hairdo and he didn't want anyone to find out.

That was when he noticed that scent in the air, the unmistakable smell of sex juice. With a school of adolescent mutants constantly hitting puberty, he was used to students sneaking in to drool at his man-meat, but this was a new scent, one he didn't recognize.

Logan was a man of the world. He'd play it cool, let them enjoy the show. He rubbed the soap against himself, giving himself an intimate cleaning. Still there was something about that scent, he felt like an animal wanting to hunt down its prey, her smell was irresistible. Play it cool, he told himself, feeling his erection throbbing.

Snikt!

His claws were out, and all he could think of was the mysterious woman wherever she was. He let his cock lead him, as it divined her position.

As he closed in on her, she realized it. He could smell that she wanted him too, and then she was materializing, naked before him.

He stood there, and so did his erection, as his eyes feasted on her nubile body.

"I want you," he told her.

"I want to jump your adamantium bones," she replied, leaping onto him, his erection sinking into her moistness.