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Raised By Wolves update
🕑 Added 2020-11-30 17:00:00 +0000 UTC“Yeah, I’ll bet it is. It’s different because I don’t have a cock to fuck into you. I’ve only got fingers and a tongue. I thought that was enough for you, since you came so much from it, but I guess you come so much harder with Scott. And with Emma. I guess what we did was just practice for how to get her off. Just fooling around, so you’d know what to do when you had both a cock and a pussy to worry about.”
“It’s not like that at all!” Betsy insisted. “He loves me…”
“And Emma, right?” Kitty snapped.
“He loves both of us,” Betsy replied. “The same you loved both me and Laura—“
“Love. Present tense. I love both of you, that’s why this is breaking my heart and you know it!”
“I’m sorry if this is hurting you.”
“Hurting me? What’s hurting me is that you fucked them, not that you’re telling me about it! Are you sorry for doing that?”
“No,” Betsy admitted.
“Then you’re not hurting me,” Kitty hissed. “You’re just showing me what we really have, which is nothing. And good. Good riddance. You don’t have the only cunt in the world, you know. I can find someone else. Only I won’t be stupid like you and go for one with a boyfriend already attached. When I fuck someone, I want to know I have them all to myself.”
Betsy could’ve brought up how hypocritical that was, how Kitty had made it clear she didn’t intend to choose between her and Laura, but there didn’t seem any point. She spoke softly instead of escalating the disagreement into a shouting match. “Then I suppose we don’t have anything more to talk about.”
“I suppose not.”
Kitty started to strip, letting her clothes fall off her as soon as they left her hands and stay where they dropped. As she let her blouse slip off her shoulders, she noticed Betsy’s eyes at her chest. Betsy had always loved her petite but well-formed breasts, and it seemed that not even the combination of Scott and Emma could totally dampen her enthusiasm for them.
“Go ahead and look, Betts,” Kitty said bitterly. “You’re just not allowed to touch anymore.”
Betsy spoke plaintively. “Kitty?”
“What?”
“Can we…”
“What?” Kitty insisted.
Betsy steadied herself. “We’re both still X-Men. Are you going to be able to work with me or not?”
“Sure,” Kitty said breezily, pulling down the zipper of her skirt and then letting the garment rustle its way down her legs. When she stepped out of it, she noticed the look of almost need in Betsy’s eyes. The stare was so intense that it was like Betsy was staring right through Kitty’s panties, right into the cunt that she’d kissed and sucked and explored so many times. Then she realized Kitty was watching her watching her and looked away.
“That’s good,” Betsy said. “I think we make a good team.”
“Why shouldn’t we be? Scott can knock you up, you can make babies with him, then in sixteen years or so they can come here for their X-Men lessons and I can tutor them. One big happy family.”
“That’s not funny,” Betsy said.
“Of course not. It’s too true to be funny.”
“So we’re going to work together, but you’re going to be angry with me all summer, is that how it goes?”
Before she answered, Kitty pulled out the waistband of her white panties and slowly worked them down her hips. As more and more of her kinky black pubic hair came into view, Betsy found it harder and harder to look away. She tried her best not to stare, but she had too many fond memories of Kitty’s sex not to take one last look at it.
“I’m not mad at you,” Kitty simpered, lying through her teeth as she stepped out of her panties. She was completely nude now, her legs slightly parted to let Betsy see through her pubic thatch to the pink flesh of her labia. She put her hands on her hips. “Why should it mean so much to me if it doesn’t mean anything to you? I’ve got a pretty good thing going with Laura. I think she’ll be very happy if I start doing all the things with her that I was going to do with you.”
Betsy’s face openly showed her dismay. “Laura couldn’t handle it. Not like I can.”
“Why not?” Kitty shrugged. “She’s a pretty tough cookie. Lots of muscles. Lots of curves, too. It might be more fun to play with her than with you.”
“Then why is it you always played with me more?” Betsy exclaimed.
“I don’t know. Maybe I just felt sorry for you. Laura didn’t need too much attention, but you—well, I guess there’s a reason that now you’re a plaything for both Scott and Emma.”
Betsy’s cheeks burned bright red, maybe ashamed of herself, or just embarrassed by how Kitty was acting.
Kitty ran her hands lazily up her body before stretching her arms out in a yawn. “It’s late. The kids will probably be running around the moment it’s light out, so I’d better get some sleep.”
“If that’s what you want,” Betsy shrugged.
“What else would I want?”
“If this bothers you that much, I thought you might like to talk a bit. I mean, since we haven’t seen each other in a while…”
Kitty cut her off. “We’ll be seeing each other all summer. You can talk to me whenever you want. But not right now.”
She pulled back her bedcovers and slid herself under them. Betsy turned off the light on the nightstand and as soon as it was out, Kitty rolled away from Betsy, turning away so as not to let her silhouette give away even a hint of how she hugged herself, her eyes tightly closed, her jaw clenched against letting out a sob.
She had hoped that their time apart would help Betsy see how much they meant to each other, how they were meant for each other, and that the ecstasy of being reunited would make them inseparable. She had hoped they would form an united front and force the X-Men to let them onto the same team, allowing them to live together. She’d imagined them buying furnishings and dishes together, making meals for each other, hosting parties.
Now all those dreams had been snuffed out at once. Kitty felt like they’d taken all her hope with them. She’d been more invested in Betsy than she realized. Without her, she didn’t know what her future looked like. The worst part of it all was the thought that when she’d been looking forward to seeing Betsy again, her anticipation growing and growing, Betsy had been opening her legs for Scott’s cock, not to mention her Sapphic lovemaking with Emma Frost. Betsy probably hadn’t thought about Kitty or their relationship at all.
She didn’t know what made her angrier, the rejection or the jealousy. She’d outright belonged to Betsy until something better had come along, then it was over. Kitty had made it work for the two of them and Laura, but there was no way she’d share Betsy with Scott and Emma, especially Emma, and Betsy had known that. How could she still act like they could be friends? If the shoe were on the other foot, if she had dumped Betsy in favor of someone else, wouldn’t Betsy see how impossible—how painful—that would make their friendship?
Maybe she should go to Jean and ask to be put into another cabin. Spending the whole summer with Betsy one bed over, yet too far away to touch, seemed unbearable. By the end of August, she would be like an addict gone cold turkey.
But no, there would be too many questions if she immediately asked to change cabins on Betsy, after being so eager to share one with her in the first place. And as soon as their relationship got out, so would the circumstances of Kitty’s heartbreak. She couldn’t take that. This would have to stay their secret and theirs alone.
So there was no way out. She was stuck with Betsy for the summer, like it or not. How could she get through all those weeks she’d intended to share with Betsy? What would she do with all the desire that had been building in her since she’d last seen Betsy? It needed release.
Maybe, she thought, she should see if Jubilee was as grown up as she seemed. She was a good-looking girl and Kitty had thought she’d detected some overtures coming her way from Jubilee’s direction. This might be the best time to figure out if Jubilee was willing to make good on her innuendo.
Ten minutes passed without speaking, and Kitty could tell that Betsy was no closer to falling asleep than she was. She assumed, though, that Betsy wasn’t as lost in thought as she was—that rest would come easier to her then it would to Kitty. Then she heard the muffled sobs from Betsy’s side of the room.
Kitty slipped out of bed, crossing the space between their two beds to put her hand on Betsy’s shoulder. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Betsy turned her head to look into Kitty’s worried eyes. With her vision used to the dark night, Kitty could see the path of the tears that had glazed Betsy’s cheeks, the red puffiness in her crying eyes. She didn’t think it’d started just now. Betsy must’ve been tearing up ever since she turned off the light.
“God, Kitty,” she sobbed, taking the hand that Kitty had laid on her shoulder. “I didn’t want it to end up like this. I swear I didn’t!”
Kitty tried to steel herself against the impulse to comfort Betsy, but it promised an end to her anguish as well. She dropped down to her knees at Betsy’s bedside and took the other woman into her arms. “It’s alright, baby,” she muttered. “Don’t cry. It’s all going to be alright.”
“No, it won’t,” Betsy cried. “You’re hurt… I just left you. I was so tempted to not even tell you about Scott. I thought I’d keep it a secret; think of it as none of your business.”
“Then why did you tell me?” Kitty asked.
“Because you were honest about Laura… but I know that’s not the same. No, it’s because it wouldn’t be fair.”
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Shendude
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