Wild Night by Designboy

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(A contextual note for X-Files Fans: In the season 4 episode Never Again, Mulder is forced into a week off by Bureau policy, and he sends a resentful Scully off on what she considers a wild goose chase, checking the background of a Russian immigrant who claims to know of a secret Russian UFO project. In Philadelphia, she meets Ed Jerse, a newly divorced man at a tattoo parlor she�s followed her Russian into. He strikes up a conversation, and Scully, feeling lonely and trapped in the shadowy world of Mulder�s X-Files, accepts his offer of a date. They go to a bar and Scully, drunk with abandon and cheap booze goes with him to the tattoo parlor and gets her own tattoo, a snake in a circle, swallowing its tail. She goes with him back to his apartment, where he offers her his bed for the night in the storm, volunteering to take the couch. The scene closes with him kissing her, and the next thing we know, its morning, he�s asleep on the couch and Scully is in his bed wearing only panties and one of his shirts. A fairly innocent night, apparently. Or..?)

Wild Night by Designboy
An adult fantasy based on The X-Files

I
She couldn�t sleep.

Dana Scully slipped out of the unfamiliar bed and crossed to the window overlooking the street. She parted the curtains and looked out into the wild night. Rain slashed at the glass and lightning streaked the sky. She felt— weird.

She shook her head and brushed a lock of her auburn hair away from her eyes. She�d been feeling odd for weeks, somehow lost and lonely and bored and confused, trapped in Mulder�s shadowy world of conspiracy and deception. The whole thing confounded her very sense of reason. He just didn't seem to understand how she felt. She needed to cut loose. Other women her age went out dancing on the weekends, not to some pasture looking for eviscerated cows.

She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against the cool glass. She felt the rain�s hammer against the other side. Ed was a nice guy, but he didn�t deserve to put up with her head. She smiled ruefully. The night had been more fun than she�d thought possible, the most fun she�d had in ages. Drinking, dancing, that tattoo—

She slid a hand under the tail of his white cotton shirt, the one she�d appropriated for the night. It fit her like a tent, and smelled like him, somehow.

Her fingers traced the tender skin where the Russian artist had scribed the snake. She couldn't believe how good it had felt, how liberating it had been to shake of the stuffy FBI persona and just do something— rash.

She grinned again. The whole experience had been amazing. The feeling of the needle scribing into the tender skin at the small of her back..

She was suddenly flushed against the glass, waves of heat rippling though her. She drew a ragged breath, wondered what had made her so hot. Dana pressed her whole body against the window, feeling the cool glass leach the heat from her. Impulsively, she opened the two buttons that held the cotton closed over her body and parted the shirt. She pressed her pale breasts against the glass, feeling her nipples grow firm as they reacted to the cold. The feeling was exquisite. She opened her eyes and watched the gooseflesh creep across the rounded tops of her breasts. She pulled back from the window and cupped them in her hands, brushing her thumbs softly against the dark brown nipples, caressing them. She was a soft touch. She liked sex to be gentle, a lengthy event full of warmth and gauzy delicacy.

She was suddenly struck by an image of Ed bending her over the dresser—

She shook her head. She wasn't going to be that rash.

She still toyed with her nipples. Without any conscious forethought, she pinched her right nipple, hard, twisting and tugging and squeezing the tender bulb as it grew angry and red under her touch.

She gasped aloud.

She was suddenly aware of movement across the street. There was someone standing down there, in the rain— watching her.

Any other night, Dana Scully would have whipped the curtain closed— not that she would�ve been standing in her window caressing herself anyway.

But tonight— why not? She thought. I�m not from here.

Moving slowly, so she could be sure he could see her, she cupped her left breast in her hand, thumbing the nipple gently. Then, even slower, she lifted her breast and bent her neck and took her own nipple into her mouth.

It was all she could do not to cry aloud. She thought she would grow faint with delight as she licked and sucked at her own breast.

O god...

She knew the man was still watching her. She ran her other over her body even as she squeezed her left breast even harder, her fingers digging into the soft white skin.

Then— should I? — yes!

She bit down on her nipple.

She moaned aloud around the pebbled flesh in her mouth. The feeling was indescribably delicious. Her legs quivered from the strain of holding herself upright, and she let her breast slip away from her tongue and leaned back against the window, a thin trail of shiny saliva stretching from her lips to her nipple. Her nipples were dark red, erect and achingly hard. She felt the cool glass against her cheek, her breasts as she supported herself with her free hand against the window frame.

He hasn't seen anything yet...

With a wicked grin, Dana slid her right hand down her smooth pale belly, tickling the tops of her lace panties. Then, with an abrupt now or never rush, she sipped her hand into her underwear and cupped her sex.

Oh ... oh god..

Her fingers snaked though the jungly hair between her legs, damp and slick and smelling of her sex. Her index finger trailed briefly through her wet inner lips, her sex bursting with fluid and heat. She passed her fingers down her between her legs to press gently into the tender sensitive flesh between her pussy and her anus, then back up through her soaking channel.

She pulled her hand out of her underwear, brought her sticky hand to her lips and sucked on her index finger.

Greedily she licked her hand clean of her own fluids. Any other night, Dana Katherine Scully wouldn�t have dreamed of tasting her own secretions.

Tonight..

Unconcerned with anyone else now, she pulled away from the window and slid her panties down her smooth brown legs. Her fingers traced back up her legs, nails scraping across her hips and into the thick auburn curls between her legs. They were wet at the juncture of her legs, sticky with her fluids. Her clitoris was enflamed, swollen with need and fire.

She tumbled back onto the bed, all thoughts of the man in the street gone. Her fingers worked her sex frantically, stroking and squeezing the puffy red swollen lips. She ran her index finger down the slick crevasse, pressing into the soft spot beneath her opening, dipping further and swirling around her anus. Her left hand stroked her breasts, pinching first one nipple and then the other, the pebbly tips swollen and red under her touch.

She brought her hands together between her legs, using the fingers of her left hand to part the folds of her sex, her right index finger working her knob into a frenzy, flicking and caressing and stroking. She felt her passion building, felt the clear proof of her arousal trickling out of her and down the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

She moaned aloud.

The waves built and built. Her stomach muscles clenched and her left hand dipped lower, under her thigh and pressed into her anus as the contractions began and her ass came up off the bed.

�Oh jeeesus..oh..oh..aaaah!�

The orgasm broke over her like a wave in a rough sea, erupting from her sex and spreading outward like wildfire. She cried aloud once, twice as the fluid streamed from her sex and over her hands, drenching her.She bucked up and down on the bed, gripped by a heat that wouldn�t dissipate.

And then it faded.

She flopped back, breathing like she�d run miles. Her breasts heaved above her as she tried to catch up to her racing heart.

Wow.

Dana grinned madly up at the dark ceiling. She hadn�t been that enraptured with herself since very nearly the first time she�d discovered she could do that to herself. Gently she ran her hands up her body. It had been way too long.

She rolled over.

And gasped.

Ed stood in the door .

Watching her.

II
He was naked.

And aroused.

Dana�s eyes widened as she watched him stroke his erection, a large reddish one with a deeply purpled tip bulging in his fist. His hand made soft noises as he stroked himself.He watched her naked form, mesmerized.

Their eyes locked.

As a rule Dana Scully, a good Catholic and a rational professional wouldn't have stared at a man masturbating. Quite possibly, she would blush and look quickly away and perhaps on a good day file the image away to bring out later and look at in her mind�s eye, sometime in the lonely dark hours in her bed alone.

But Dana Scully wouldn�t stand in a window and masturbate herself, either. Not as a rule. But tonight was different.

She lay on her stomach, watching. His hand moved faster and faster. She looked at his body and licked her lips without knowing she did so. His stomach was firm and she could just see the ripples above his navel. His torso was firm and his nipples stood out starkly against his heaving chest.

Unconsciously, she brushed a hand across her new tattoo, feeling the new tenderness there.

She slid off the bed and crossed to him.

His hand was a blur now, pulling his organ almost faster than she would have thought possible. He couldn�t take his eyes from her.

Dana stopped just in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. She stood proudly nude before him, her pale breasts capped by firm burgundy nipples. Her auburn curls still lay damp between her legs and as she stood there, a tiny trickle of her passion ran down her leg.

Ed was breathing hard, almost gasping. Dana knew it was going to be soon, and she wanted to help. But not by touching him.

Still holding his eyes, she bent her head to her breast again, sucking her nipple into her mouth, watching his eyes widen as she licked and sucked and then bit at her firm nub. He gasped aloud.

Dana slid her free hand between her legs, slipped two fingers into her sopping flesh, slid then around in her slick channel. Still working her nipple, she brought her fingers to his lips and painted them with her juices. He sucked her fingers into his mouth greedily, drinking in her passion fluid.

�Oh..Oh, I..�

His jaw clenched and his eyes shut involuntarily. Dana fell to her knees in front of him as he cried out again and his cock convulsed in his hand. Thick pale fluid shot from the reddened head of his cock as he squeezed it. Dana cried out with delight as she felt a thick spurt of his semen spatter against her cheek. He kept pumping and his hips shook as he shot and shot. Dana knelt before him like a child in the rain, her hands outstretched to catch his precious liquids. She moved her head in front of his blurry hand and opened her mouth, catching a good sized glob of his sperm mostly in her mouth. She swallowed greedily as the excess trickled down her cheek.

He finally released his penis, slumped back against the doorframe. Dana ran her hands up his quivering thigh, watched his thick red cock droop as his arousal drained.

Impulsively, she dipped her head and slurped him into her mouth, felt the heat from his thickness fill her mouth. He gasped. Dana sucked gently at him, draining the last drops from his heated tool. He slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop and she grinned evilly up at him, her lips wet with saliva and his fluids intermingled.

The night was young.

III
If Dana had known that the vibrant red inks in her tattoo had been made with ergot, a potent natural hallucinogen, she might have been concerned, been more willing to accept her slightly— out of character behavior.

As it was, all she was really concerned with as the delicate flick of his tongue between her legs, and that he never, ever stop.

�Oh my. god...oh, Ed...don�tOH don�t ever...stop..�

He raised his head briefly and grinned wickedly at her. She held his gaze and then gasped with delight as his tongue slashed down her slick valley, grazing her swollen red button and dipping further down into her tunnel, probing and thrusting before it raced back up again, and then down.

Dana�s head twisted from side to side and she moaned uncontrollably. The sensations Ed was bring forth were more intense, more passionate than any she�d ever felt. Her hands had a life of their own, trailing down her body to twist in his hair as he worked at her sex, then back to her breasts to twist and tug and tease at her red-brown nipples. They grew under her touch, swelling and hardening and the pale circles around them darkened, flushing red with her heat.

She�d never dreamed she could feel like this.

�Oh...ohthere..yes, yes!there...�

Ed�s tongue swirled around her clitoris, and plunged south, dancing gently through the sticky hot flesh. He licked at the opening of her sex, drinking greedily. The liquid of her arousal flowed freely past his lips, down his chin and out of her passage, draining down her thigh and dampening the moist pucker of her anus. He brought a finger up and teased around her entrance. Dana�s hips arched up off the bed and she moaned louder. He watched the strong muscles in her stomach begin to flutter, and he sped up his tongue. His finger plunged in and out of her faster now, faster and harder. Her hands her pressed flat against her trembling belly now, fingers splayed wide. Her voice was one soft continuous murmur.

�Ohohohohohohoh...�

Suddenly she bucked under his care and his finger slipped out of her. He followed the flow of her liquids down to the pink orifice and pressed gently against it.

�Oh my god!�

The orgasm came faster and harder than Dana had ever come before. exploding inside her and washing over her. Ed�s tongue was a blur as she bucked and heaved against him, and she couldn�t seem to stop crying out loud to God, Ed or whoever else happened to be listening.

Suddenly she felt a pressure against her anus even as her orgasm began to wane and then his finger was inside her and the pain swept the pleasure back to her, another orgasm even stronger than the first.

She cried and writhed and twisted, pinned to the bed only by his hand and his mouth, shaking and trembling.

And then it ended.

She collapsed back to the mattress, trying to breathe.

Ed raised his head from between her legs, a tiny thread of her juices trailing from his chin to her soaked fur. He grinned at her and she smiled weakly back. He raised up even further and then— oh my!

His erection came into view.

IV
Dana took his hardened flesh in her hand and squeezed gently, a tiny drop of clear liquid oozing from the purpling tip.

Their positions had reversed, Ed lying on the damp mattress and Dana above him.

She stroked him back and forth gently, the thickness barely encircled by her hand. She brushed against his golden curls at each downstroke, then back up the firm moist skin to the rock solid head, engorged and enflamed under her touch.

She smiled down at him, His eyes were closed and his breathing ragged. His penis pulsed in time with his breath under her hand.

Gently, ever so lightly she brought her tongue out and softly ran it along the soft sensitive area underneath the head, swirling and licking softly as she pumped him gently in her hand.

She could feel his arousal growing. She licked her lips and sucked his cock into her mouth, her soft pink lips slipping over his swollen head and down the silky smooth shaft.

�Oh..�

She smiled inwardly at his pleasure, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, slicking it with her saliva and his fluid. Down, down as fast she could without gagging, then back up to the top, sucking and licking and teasing as her hand worked him, firmly and evenly, faster and faster.

Her other hand slipped beneath her and cupped his testicles, squeezing gently and caressing the soft globes. They grew heavy in her hand and she knew he was close.

She sucked harder and faster, her hand a dervish on his length.

She watched him out the corner of her eye, watched his breath suck in and hold, watched his hands press against the sheets.

His balls shook in her hand. She sucked as hard as she could, her hand pumping furiously.

Then she felt it in her hand, felt his orgasm take him, felt his seed as it travelled up his shaft in a heartbeat towards her waiting mouth.

Ordinarily Dana Scully was not really a swallower.

Tonight was different.

The head of his cock swelled one last time and burst, flooding his semen into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and sucked greedily, his cock pumping, his hips bouncing off the bed as he shot and shot and shot into her waiting mouth. The thick white fluid poured down her throat. She couldn�t swallow all of it, gasping some of the come out onto her chin, felt it dribbling down her chin and neck.

Slowly, ever so slowly she felt his erection soften in her mouth and finally it slipped out from between her lips with a soft wet pop.

Their eyes met. He looked a little embarrassed.

Dana smiled and licked her lips.

�Mmmmmmm,� she murmured. �Yummy.�

They grinned madly at each other.

There was a lot of night between now and dawn.

V
The night blurred into fragments, images and sounds, tastes and smells.

They masturbated each other, one at a time.

Dana lay at his side, nibbling at his nipples as her hand slicked up and down his shaft. He moaned as she caught his erect brown nipple in her teeth, sucking madly. Her hand squeezed and worked at his erection.

As he grew closer she knelt between his outspread legs and leaned over his penis, stroking madly. When he came, she pressed her breasts together and up from beneath her with her free hand, catching his sperm on her soft pale cleavage. She grinned at his panting moans as his seed trickled its way down her breasts.

She watched his semen trail down her breast and a wicked thought struck her. She cupped her breasts in both hands and brought her nipple to her mouth, sucking his come off her nipple and licking at her soft white breast until it was clean of him. He lay by her side, his index finger artfully slipping in and out and around her sopping pussy. His lips traced the soft undercurve of her breast, circling tight and tight until his lips encircled her nipple, almost painfully aroused.

His fingers deftly ratcheted up the pressure on her sex. Her peak grew closer.

His teeth bit hard on her nipple and she screamed aloud and came, her hips bucking on the mattress and her arms clutching at his body. Her vagina convulsed and flooded his hand and the sheets with hot sticky proof of her orgasm.

Ed grinned at her and delved a finger deep into her, and then trailed it up her body, a thin path of sticky liquid marking his path. He circled her navel, her breasts and then reached her lips, painting them with her secretions before he allowed her to suck his finger dry of her own juices.

Dana was beyond ecstasy. She was bent over the dresser, both hands gripping it as his erection hammered into her pussy. His hands dug deep into her curving hips as he drove in and out of her. Dana was so aroused by this time that her pussy was dripping constantly, a stream of her liquids trailing down her legs, soaking his pubic hair. He let go of her left hip long enough to spank her once, a loud crack that left a bright red mark on her pale cheek.

�Oh, god..Ed, fuck me...fuck me!�

He rammed even faster. Then, abruptly, he pulled out of her and pressed the tip of his erection against the tight pink pucker of her anus. Dana panicked and drew breath to protest, but she was too late.

�OH my - !�

His erection pressed into the tight hole and drove into her anus, The pain mixed with pleasure and she screamed aloud as another orgasm— her ninth?— ripped through her.

�Oh Jeesus! Oh Ed, fuck my ass! Fuck it!�

He cried with her as he shot into her ass, his semen surging into her.

They collapsed to the floor together.

More images, fleeting and abrupt.

Her breasts cupped in her hands, pressed together, her thumbs roughing her brownred nipples and she squeezed his penis into her cleavage. It erupted, drooling thick creamy semen onto her pale breasts.

Her finger in his ass, driving him even further into her mouth as she swallowed his ejaculate, drooling some out onto her chin.

Fucking again, her on top, riding him as fast as she could shake her hips, touching herself, bringing her own orgasm even as he clutched at her breasts and emptied into her waiting pussy.

His tongue in her stickiness, dipping and diving and teasing her hot red button.

Him on top of her on the bed, her legs wrapped around his back, moaning softly as he rode her slowly and long, bringing her over the top twice before he squirted on her stomach.

VI
They lay on the bed, exhausted. He was on his back and Dana curled up in the crook of his arm, draping a leg over his thighs as she absently twirled the hair on his chest.

Dana smiled to herself. She hadn�t been so thoroughly satiated since college. She glanced up at him, caught his eyes and they grinned maniacally at each other. He dipped his head and they kissed, their tongues tasting each other.

�Thanks,� she said.

�No, thank you,� Ed said. �You�re the first woman since— well, in a while, anyway.�

She grinned again at him. �I know the feeling.�

She settled back into his shoulder, then sat upright abruptly.

�I have one more thought,� she began.

She stood in the window, naked and unashamed.

He still stood there, watching.

The rain had stopped.

Ed came to her and they kissed. His hands roved over her, squeezing her breasts and cupping the wet fur between her legs. She stroked his penis, pumping his aroused organ up and down.

He watched.

Dana knelt before Ed, sucking his cock into her mouth, stroking it with both hands, sucking and licking the thickened flesh.

He bent before her and Dana leaned against the cool glass of the window and caught her right ankle up in her hand, spreading herself wide open for him. His tongue plunged into her depths, his hands parting her sticky reddened lips as he licked at her sex and clitoris. She shut her eyes and moaned.

He watched.

She turned and pressed against the window, her arms outstretched to clasp the frame on either side. Ed entered her from behind with no warning, and her breath escaped from her ina gasp as his penis surged into her now-tender pussy.

�Oh..oh, Ed, please, make..oh, make me come!�

His hands wrapped around her, caught her breasts and squeezed.

They fucked in the window, Dana panting �Ohohohoh,� as Ed�s erection drove into her, crying louder as she came once, twice over his penis, all the while the man on the street watching.

And when Ed came she let him come inside her, felt his seed jet against the inner walls of her dripping sex, felt him shake against her.

She kissed Ed long and hungrily. Then Dana released him and faced the man in the street, who hadn�t moved all night. She licked her lips and slipped a finger deep inside her, drawing out a bubble of Ed�s seed mixed with her own juices and brought it to her mouth, licking it dry with a grin. Then she carefully drew her hand across the window, trailing fluid in the condensation.

Abruptly, the light went out.

She had written on the window, the words suddenly lit by the moon in the reflections on the glass.

Wait.

VII
Dana paused in the foyer of Ed�s building, hurriedly belting the trenchcoat around her waist. She was naked beneath it, something she�d never dreamed of doing. Now it made perfect sense.

He still stood across the street, silent and watching.

She hurried across the wet asphalt, her feet chilled on the pavement. It was nearly 4 am.

She didn�t pause as she neared the man. She didn�t even look at him, just grabbed his arm and drew him back into the doorway of the store on the ground floor of the building.

She pressed him back against the glass and drove her tongue into his mouth. His hands came up slowly, almost as if he was unwilling to believe this could happen to him. Then he grabbed her arms forcefully, holding her tight. Her tongue swirled through his mouth.

Dana, you are so bad!

She molded her body to him, felt his erection grow through his trousers and her coat.

His hands slipped inside her coat, cupping her breasts. He bent his head to her and gently sucked at her nipples.

She fell to her knees, frantically tugging at his belt. His hands helped and his organ sprang free. With a small cry of glee, she drew it deep into her mouth, sucking and pumping at his solid tool.

He moaned softly, the only sound he would make.

She leapt to her feet, a woman possessed. She flipped up the hem of her coat and turned her back to him. She reached between her legs and grasped his erection, drew it to her wetness, slipping it around her, using the head to stroke her enflamed button. She moaned and squeezed it firmer in her hand and sank back onto it, impaling herself on him.

�Oh..oh yes!�

She rocked back and forth, fucking him, feeling his organ slip in and out of her swollen lips, feeling her slick walls encircle him, feeling him pulse under her care.

His hands came around her, cupped her breasts, gently caressed her nipples. His right slipped lower, found her dark tangle and the pouting pink button just above his own penis, pressed it and stroked her gently.

Oh..oh, yes. She moaned softly, mindful of the open street and yet unwilling to restrain herself at all.

A car passed and they froze.

Silence.

His finger found her clitoris again and stroked it frantically. She redoubled her efforts, her hips pounding back into his, her fluids leaving them both sticky.

�Oh..oh, I�m coming! Come! Come with me-oooh!�

She came under his touch, her orgasm bursting on her abruptly. She shook and quivered and rammed herself even harder back onto him, felt his organ jump as the inner muscles of her sex clenched and convulsed around him.

His breath caught.

Dana pulled away from him and spun to face him. She ripped the coat open and fell to her knees, naked before him and anyone else who happened to be looking.

Her mouth sank over his penis and his hips bucked. Her hands caught his testicles and stroked his shaft and his tart seed erupted into her mouth. He shot huge spurts of come, and she couldn�t swallow it all, gasping as some overflowed her wet red lips and drooled down her chin.

And then he was done.

She smiled at him, licked her lips clean and pulled her coat closed. She could just barely make out his smile in the shadows of the doorway.

�Thanks for the inspiration,� Dana said.

He inclined his head at her.

She ran back across the street.

The man watched her go, silent.

VIII
Dana ran back up the stairs to Ed�s apartment.

What an amazing night.

He was waiting in the door for her and she fell into his arms, kissing him gently.

Dana looked up at him. He smiled back at her.

�Bed,� she smiled. �To sleep,this time.�

�Ok.�

She poked him playfully on the chest. �And this time, you stay on the couch.�

The door closed.

IX (a)
Across the rain-slicked street, the man in the doorway remained, frozen in the scene. He watched as the light in the apartment across the street finally went out. He breathed out, a long hard huff. Absently, he checked his fly and zipped it up.

He walked out into the middle of the deserted road. He could just barely see the beginnings of dawn over the roofs of the city.

If someone had told him that Dana Scully, upright, almost uptight FBI agent was an exhibitionist, he would have laughed hysterically. If someone had told him that she would see him watching her in the window and run down the stairs and fuck him in a doorway on a public street, he would have assumed they were insane.

Wow.

Mulder shook his head.

He�d have to get her a desk now.

He headed off down the street, looking for a cup of coffee and a bed.

Scully was definitely all right.

IX (b)
Across the rain-slicked street, the man in the doorway remained, frozen in the scene. He watched as the light in the apartment across the street finally went out. He breathed out, a long hard huff. Absently, he checked his fly and zipped it up.

He walked out into the middle of the deserted road. He could just barely see the beginnings of dawn over the roofs of the city.

There was a soft scratching as he lit his first cigarette of the day.

This would be useful to him someday, of that he was sure.

For now, he was merely— grateful.

He walked away slowly down the street.

X
Weeks later, Dana Scully stood in her own bedroom window and looked out over the rainy street.

This time she wore a robe, belted tightly over a silk nightgown.

She was still unable to reconcile all of her behavior that night with the ergot poisoning, unwilling to chalk all of her erratic behavior up to the strange chemicals in her blood.

The night�s events still haunted her, still awakened odd sensations in her at strange times.

Dana stared out the window.

Her hand trailed underneath her robe.

Wild Night by Designboy

Wild Night by Designboy An adult fantasy based on The X-Files

Wild Night by Designboy
An adult fantasy based on The X-Files