Storm

Elias’s hands were already gliding over Kitty’s body, his touch possessive and insistent, when the soft hiss of the Danger Room doors sliding open interrupted the heavy silence. Kitty froze beneath him, her breath catching in her throat, but Elias didn’t stop. His lips continued to graze her neck, his hips pressing her into the floor as if the intrusion was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

“Do all of you have such terrible timing?” Elias muttered, his voice low and amused, though his eyes flicked toward the doorway with a dangerous glint. He shifted slightly, shielding Kitty from view but not enough to completely obscure her naked form.

Standing in the doorway was Storm, her silver hair catching the soft light of the Danger Room like a halo. Her regal posture and piercing gaze could intimidate even the most hardened warriors, but Elias only smirked. She took a step forward, her blue eyes narrowing as they landed on Kitty, who was still sprawled beneath him, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted.

“Kitty,” Storm said, her voice calm but laced with steel. “Get up. Now.”

Kitty’s breath hitched, and she glanced up at Elias, her eyes wide and conflicted. Elias, however, didn’t seem the least bit concerned. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Kitty’s ear as he whispered, “Stay.” The command was soft but absolute, and Kitty’s body obeyed, her muscles locking in place.

Storm’s jaw tightened, and she stepped further into the room, her white cape billowing slightly behind her. “I don’t know who you think you are,” she said, her voice cold, “but you’re about to find out what happens when you cross the X-Men.”

Elias chuckled, a low, mocking sound that made Storm’s eyes narrow further. He finally pulled away from Kitty, rising to his full height as he turned to face Storm. She was a vision of power and grace, her presence radiating authority, but Elias didn’t falter. Instead, he took a step toward her, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

“And what’s going to happen, exactly?” he asked, his tone taunting. “You’re going to lecture me? Or maybe you’ll summon one of your little storms. I’ve heard so much about you, Ororo. The weather witch. The queen of the skies.” He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “But I wonder… how much of that power you’ll be able to summon when your mind isn’t your own.”

Storm’s eyes flicked toward Kitty, who was still frozen on the floor, her expression a mix of confusion and desperation. “What did you do to her?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

Elias didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took another step closer, his eyes locked on Storm’s. “I gave her what she wanted,” he said softly. “Just like I’m going to give you what you want.”

Storm’s hand shot out, a crackle of electricity forming at her fingertips. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned, her voice cold and commanding.

Elias didn’t stop. He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, his hand reaching out to grasp her wrist before she could summon her power. The electricity fizzled out, and Storm’s eyes widened in shock. His grip was firm but not painful, and his other hand came up to cup her cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin with an almost tender touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” Elias murmured, his voice low and filled with something that made Storm’s breath catch. “So strong. But I can feel it, Ororo… the loneliness. The weight of all that power. You’ve been carrying it for so long. Don’t you want to let go? Don’t you want someone to take control for once?”

Storm’s lips parted, but no words came out. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her wrist tightened, and his hand on her cheek was gentle but unyielding. “Let me,” he whispered, his voice like a warm breeze that melted her resistance. “Let me take care of you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when they opened again, there was something different in them—something softer, more ****. Elias smiled, a slow, predatory curl of his lips, and he leaned in, his mouth brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and commanding.

Storm’s body stiffened for a moment, but then she relaxed, her lips parting beneath his as a soft sigh escaped her. Elias deepened the kiss, his hand moving from her cheek to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. When he finally pulled away, Storm’s eyes were glazed, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Elias…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smiled, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “That’s right,” he murmured. “You don’t have to think anymore. Just feel.”

Kitty watched from the floor, her body still trembling with need, but there was something else in her eyes now—an acceptance, a surrender. Elias glanced over at her, his smile widening. “Don’t worry, Kitty,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise. “You’re still mine. But now… so is she.”

Storm’s hands reached for him, her fingers tangling in his shirt as she pulled him closer. “Elias,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and desire. “What… what are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. “I’m giving you what you’ve been missing,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “And now… you’re going to take it.”

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her against him, and Storm’s breath hitched as she felt the hard length of him pressing against her. “Elias…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips silencing hers. “Just let go.”

Kitty watched as Elias guided Storm toward the floor, his touch firm but gentle. He pushed her down, his body following as he hovered over her. “Look at me,” he commanded, and Storm’s eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.

His hand trailed down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he reached her core, his fingers brushed against her, and she gasped, her hips arching toward him. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re so **** for me, aren’t you?”

Storm nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Elias…”

He smirked, his fingers teasing her mercilessly. “Please what?” he asked, his tone taunting. “You need to say it.”

She bit her lip, her body writhing under his touch. “Please… I need you,” she whimpered, her voice breaking.

Elias’s eyes darkened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. “Good girl,” he murmured, before capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His fingers continued to work her, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she was teetering on the brink.

When he finally pulled away, she cried out in frustration, her body trembling with need. Elias chuckled, the sound low and throaty. “Not yet,” he said, his voice filled with promise. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he pushed them apart. When he entered her in one smooth, deliberate motion, she cried out, her nails digging into his back. “Elias!” she screamed, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “You feel so good,” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips. “So tight… so fucking perfect.”

Storm’s nails raked down his back as he thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Elias,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “Please… don’t stop.”

He grinned, his pace quickening. “I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. “Cum for me, Storm.”