Uninvited Guest (R18)

Inside the mirror dimension, Jean looked at Logan with fire in her eyes.

Logan gulped, as she came to him and suddenly kissed him.

Logan's eyes widened as Jean's lips pressed against his, the unexpected kiss sizzling with intensity.

His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of shock and desire raging through him. He hadn't seen this coming, but his body responded instinctively, his mouth parting to deepen the kiss.

Their tongues danced together, exploring each other with a hunger that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Jean broke the kiss, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I want a child, Logan. Give me your seed."

The urgency in her voice sent a shiver down his spine. Before he could respond, she reached out, touching their clothes and with a thought. Instantly, their garments burned into nothingness, leaving them standing naked before each other.

Logan's hands moved on their own accord, reaching for her, pulling her closer as they kissed again.

This time, he was the aggressor, his kisses hard and demanding. Jean moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his as she ground her hips against him. She pushed him back, her strength surprising him as she forced him to the ground. He landed with a thud, his muscles tensing as he prepared for what was to come.

Jean straddled him, her hand wrapping around his already hard cock. She stroked it firmly, her fingers sliding up and down its length.

Logan groaned as pleasure surged through him. With his free hand, he reached between her legs, finding her wet pussy easily. He inserted three fingers, pressing his thumb against her clitoris and rubbing it in circular motions.

Jean's moans vibrated against his mouth as she kissed him, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. Logan obeyed, thrusting his fingers deeper and faster, his thumb increasing its pace on her clit. Jean matched his rhythm, stroking his dick with equal force. Her grip was firm, her actions deliberate, driving him wild with need.

She broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto his as she positioned herself above him. Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto his cock, impaling herself on his shaft.

Logan groaned as his dick sank into her tight, wet heat. Jean's pussy clenched around him, squeezing his dick. The sensation was almost too much for both of them.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hands grasping her waist as she began to ride him. They moved together, their bodies slamming against each other with abandon. Jean's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hardening from the friction. Logan's hands roamed her body, cupping her ass, squeezing her flesh as he thrust up into her.

Their pace increased, the air filling with the sounds of their labored breathing and the slap of skin against skin.

Jean leaned forward, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. Their tongues tangled once more, the battle for dominance fierce and passionate. Logan's thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his cock hitting spots inside her that made her cry out.

"Yes~, Logan~, yes~" Jean panted, her voice breaking as she felt the first waves of orgasm building. Her inner walls spasmed around his dick, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Logan's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

"Ahh~, Logan~!" she screamed in his mouth, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy tightened even more around his dick, milking him for all he was worth.

Logan couldn't hold back any longer, his own release barreling towards him. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to suckle one of her nipples. Jean's moans filled the air as he bit down gently, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, his hips never slowing as he continued to pound into her. Jean's body jerked with each thrust, her orgasm lasting far longer than she had anticipated. Finally, Logan felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening as he prepared to cum.

With one final, powerful thrust, he came, pulsing deep inside her. Jean's eyes fluttered closed, her body shuddering as she rode out the last of her orgasm.

When they finally pulled apart, Jean looked down at him, her eyes glowing with an orange hue. "Let's go for round two," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Logan grinned back, his body already responding to her suggestion. "This is the best punishment," he agreed, his hands reaching for her once more.

Then they went for several rounds inside the dimension.

Logan dominated her in many positions and shows his Alpha strength in their battle.

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Outside the mirror dimension, in New York, Laura and Hope sat in a cozy restaurant, enjoying a peaceful dinner. Hope, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, turned to her mother and asked, "Mama, why isn't Daddy and Aunty Jean here yet?"

Laura, hiding a knowing smile, responded, "They're... playing an adult game, Hope. It might take them a few days to finish."

As she took a sip of water, Hope tilted her head in thought and then blurted out, "I want to play the game too!"

Laura nearly choked, spitting out her drink in surprise. "Cough... cough.... You're too little, my baby," she replied, quickly regaining her composure. "It's not a game for children. You'll have to grow up first."

Though pouting, Hope continued to eat her meal. After they finished, Laura decided to take her daughter for a relaxing evening walk. As they strolled through the quiet streets, Laura sensed something – or someone – was following them.

Without showing any signs of alarm, Laura led Hope into a secluded area where no one else was around. She stopped and said calmly, "You can come out now."

A thud echoed behind her as a figure landed with a heavy impact. Turning, Laura's eyes fell on a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Logan.

"Who are you?" she asked, pulling Hope close to her side.

The man grinned menacingly. "Hello there.... Tell me, if I killed his wife and abducted his daughter, would Jimmy be mad enough to come after me?"

Laura's eyes widened in shock. Jimmy – Logan's old nickname. "Who the hell are you? What's your connection to Logan?"

The man smirked darkly. "He didn't even mention me? That's disappointing. I'm his brother, Victor. Pleasure to meet you."

Laura narrowed her eyes as Hope, sensing the danger, asked innocently, "Are you a bad guy, mister?"

Victor laughed loudly. "No, little wolf.... It's your father who's the bad guy here."

Before Laura could respond, Victor lunged at her with incredible speed, intent on delivering a fatal blow.

But with a swift punch, Laura sent him flying across the street, smashing into a building at a speed faster than he had approached.

A few seconds later, Victor emerged from the rubble moments later, dusting himself off, his clothes completely intact. Laura frowned. "Magically enhanced clothes, huh? Where did you get them?"

Victor shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

Just as the fight was about to continue, Victor suddenly froze, his entire body paralyzed. He turned his head with difficulty to see Hope, her eyes glowing a fierce yellow, black veins spreading beneath them.

Hope pointed her finger at Victor, her voice cold and steady. "Daddy says not to show mercy to those who attack us."

With that, Victor was sent rocketing into the sky, only to be engulfed in a massive explosion moments later.

After the explosion occurred, Hope's eyes returned to normal. Laura, both shocked and impressed, scooped her up into her arms. "Your powers... at just nine years old," she whispered to herself, still in awe of her daughter's strength.

Without wasting another moment, Laura opened a portal to Mystic Falls and stepped through it with Hope.

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As the remnants of Victor were hurled high into the sky by Hope's devastating attack, his body was completely obliterated by the immense explosion.

All that remained was his adamantium-coated skeleton, which plummeted back to the ground with a thunderous crash, creating a deep crater on impact. The sound of the fall echoed through the empty streets, and for a moment, it seemed as though that was the end of him.

But then, in the stillness, something eerie began to happen.

The metallic skeleton, twisted and mangled from the blast, began to twitch. Slowly at first, then more noticeably, the bones shifted, aligning themselves back into their original structure.

From the joints of the bones, sinews and muscle fibers started to emerge, seemingly weaving themselves back into place with unnatural speed. Flesh began to stretch across the framework, regenerating over the metallic sheen, layer by layer.

First, the organs appeared—reforming in a grotesque display, followed by the thick muscle and tissue rebuilding around his arms, chest, and legs. Skin soon covered the surface, giving him the appearance of a normal human again, albeit scarred and bruised from the impact.

Victor's face, the last part to regenerate, grew back with a wicked grin as the flesh returned, his eyes opening wide as air rushed back into his lungs. He gasped for breath, lying in the crater for a moment, the memories of the blast and his unexpected defeat fresh in his mind.

Slowly, Victor pushed himself up from the ground, his once torn body now completely restored.

His fists clenched with fury as he surveyed the destruction around him. He let out a primal roar that reverberated through the empty streets, punching the ground so hard that the earth cracked beneath him.

The rage in his eyes burned even brighter now—Hope had hurt him, and that was something he wouldn't forget.

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Inside a grandly decorated room, Romulus and Agatha sat comfortably, enjoying their wine. The ambiance was serene, with light chatter and soft music in the background, their conversation flowing smoothly. They were in high spirits, discussing plans and sharing their twisted dreams of domination.

Suddenly, the large doors slammed open with a loud bang, and Victor stormed in, his rage palpable. His eyes were wild, his breathing labored. "You lied to me, Romulus!" he shouted. "Forget about Logan—even his nine-year-old daughter can defeat me!" His voice echoed through the vast chamber, and the sheer intensity of his words momentarily disrupted the calm atmosphere.

Romulus, ever composed, glanced up at Victor and calmly gestured for him to relax. "Victor, calm down. Didn't you want to test your strength? That's why you went after Logan's family. But it seems you are still not ready."

Agatha, sitting across from Romulus, smiled with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Fascinating," she said in a low, sultry tone. "The power of a Tribrid is truly extraordinary. She handled you with ease, didn't she?" Her voice held a teasing edge, her curiosity barely masked by her smooth words.

Victor's fists clenched as he strode closer to Romulus. "I need more power," he growled, desperation clear in his voice. "I'm tired of being humiliated."

Romulus's gaze hardened, narrowing at Victor's demand. "Very well," he responded, his voice measured. "We can inject more mutant DNA into you, strengthen your body further—"

"Cut the crap!" Victor interrupted, his temper boiling over. "Make me a werewolf, Romulus. Give me the strength to face them!"

The room fell into a tense silence for a moment. Romulus sighed heavily, clearly displeased.

In a blur of motion, he lunged at Victor, his hand gripping Victor's throat with iron strength. Lifting him off the ground with ease, Romulus's eyes glowed a menacing red as he spoke in a low, dangerous tone, "Don't you ever raise your voice at me again."

Without hesitation, Romulus sunk his fangs into Victor's neck.

Victor gasped, his eyes widening in pain and shock as Romulus's bite tore into him, injecting the ancient werewolf's essence into his veins.

After a moment, Romulus flung him across the room, sending him crashing through the walls and out of the building entirely.

As Victor's form disappeared from view, Romulus sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I just wanted to create an Alpha killer. Why can't things ever go my way?" His voice was filled with exasperation, a deep-rooted disappointment simmering beneath his calm facade. He then sat next to Agatha.

Agatha watched the entire exchange with a wicked smile. She was unaffected by the violence, only amused by the scene that had just played out. "Darling," she purred, shifting closer to Romulus as she moved onto his lap. "I didn't bring you back to life just for that." Her eyes gleamed with ambition as she sipped her wine. "It's about the Tribrid. We need her blood to gain true power. The girl holds the key."

Romulus's expression softened as Agatha poured a bit more wine into her mouth, then leaned forward to kiss him, passing the wine between them. He savored the taste, a smile forming on his lips as he swallowed.

"Anything for you, my dear witch," he whispered against her lips, his eyes burning with shared hunger for power.

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