Author's Notes: You called for more Colossus and I have answered!

Two strong hands began to massage Kitty Pryde's tense shoulders. It had been such a long day: the Brotherhood, the Hellfire Club, Mr Sinister - you name and she'd had to deal with it today. The life of an X-Man. Or X-woman in this case. Pyotr Rasputin leaned down and whispered, "you deserve a break tonight" in that intoxicatingly thick Russian accent of his.

She started to protest but his thumbs pressed down on a knot in her shoulders and she found herself moaning in pleasure instead. He rolled her shoulders forwards so perfectly, the fabric of her hoodie barely getting in the way. He'd always known how to massage her. "Time to to home," he ordered her and she swallowed: "you coming too?"

"With you?"

"Yes. Please."

"Da."

Colossus led Kitty away from the mansion and back to her own home. At the door, he gently caressed her left cheek, his thumb stroking the soft flesh and then followed the v neck of her hoodie, his large hand making her neck tremble and teasing the top of her ample cleavage. Kitty let out a moan when his hand met her chest.

Kitty wanted to speak but the amorous look in Pyotr's eyes kept her silent. He took her by the hand and led her inside as soon as she's unlocked the door. Colossus sat Kitty down gently on the edge of the bed and crouched down to ease her shoes off. He took a moment to rub each foot thoroughly, making her giggle and gasp, and to kiss the tops of her tired feet, running his tongue along them and planting tiny kisses on her toes. His hands gently trailed up her legs, shooting butterflies through her despite the barrier of her jeans. Kitty moaned in approval.

He straightened up in front of her, the towering Colossus, and gently brushed his hand down through her brunette hair, allowing her long brown locks to fall down around her face. "It's hot in here," Kitty mumbled, and she pulled off her hoodie, tossing it aside, revealing a black tank top beneath. "I hope so," Pyotr responded and grasped her by both cheeks, taking a rough passionate kiss from her. Their lips stayed locked in passionate embrace as he eased her down onto her back on the bed, his body pressing down on top of hers.

They rolled so she was on top - he didn't want to crush her. His lips were at her shoulder nipping at the soft skin on her neck while his hands were pulling at her top. Kitty licked her lips as they broke the kiss for him to roll her top up and over her head. His fingers ghosted up and down her back searching for the buckle of her bra. Kitty reached out and took his hands, placing them on it. Her bra was gone in seconds.

He took the time to feel each breast and he ran his thumbs over her already perky nipples. She could see Pyotr's artist brain taking them both in in every detail, memorising them, revelling in their beauty. Soon he began to slowly cover each breast with kisses, stopping every now and then to leave another love bite on the soft sensitive skin. Each kiss sent Kitty closer and closer.

Kitty pressed both hands to his chest and pushed him back, sitting up so she was straddling his waist. She reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of his white tee shirt and with one fluid motion, she pulled it off over his head and threw it on the floor. She reached for his belt next, unbuckling it and shuffling his jeans down as far as they could go. This meant leaving his waist and travelling down until she was kneeling at his feet. He sat up to kiss her again. Then he grabbed her calves and Kitty yelped as he yanked her legs forwards, sending her flying. She landed on her back on the bed, her legs up in the air, still in his grip. She burst out in a fit of giggles. He smiled.

Kitty couldn't stop laughing, gripping onto the bedsheets as he roughly yanked at her jeans, pulling harder and harder. The tight jeans were edging down her long luscious legs but with each pull she was almost sent flying again. He pressed a hand to her trembling shoulder and she lay back again. She was now laying in front of him wearing nothing but a small pair of black panties and his eyes were washing over her with burning desire.

With his jeans by his ankles, she could clearly see the huge bulge in his boxers. She reached out and slipped her hands into the waist, pulling gently down. His erection stood bolt upright, huge and throbbing. Her eyes widened.

Colossus had always been a man of few words but right now he was looking at her like he was dreaming up the most beautiful poetry in the world for her. "Kitty Pryde," he whispered and her heart thumped as he said her name so softly, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Kitty grinned in amusement. "Try not to phase this time," he teased as he reached for her underwear. Her black panties were slowly dragged down to her ankles. Then he placed both hands on her inner thighs, nails digging in, and spread her legs wide apart, holding them forcefully in place. With one last passionate kiss he positioned himself at her entrance and with one hard thrust he was inside of her. Kitty cried out as Pyotr's rock hard cock slammed into her wet, waiting pussy.

He began to slowly but forcefully pull in and out, taking the time to enjoy the moist warmth of her wet cunt. She reached up and grabbed his short, dark hair and whispered into his ear two words: "faster" and "harder". He smiled: her wish was his command. He began to thrust in and out at a punishing speed. Each thrust would elicit another moan from Kitty, which would make him pound her even harder.

The stress of the day was completely forgotten as Kitty fell into a feverish chorus of "Oh god" and "Oh yes" and "Pyotr!". Colossus was thrusting so hard and fast the headboard of the bed was smacking against the wall so hard it might snap at any second. One of his hands was braced against the wall, the other was searching her perfect petite body.

With a crash, they rolled over so she was on top and the brunette took over the work, her hands on his shoulders as she rocked her hips against his. Kitty was grinding her pelvis down on his as hard as she could but it was nothing compared to his strength. His hands grasped her hips and she whimpered as he started to lift her up and slam her down, bouncing her whole body on his erection. She made incoherent noises of pleasure, babbling and moaning as her whole body shook, her breasts bouncing, her hair flying and whipping herself in the face, her thighs smacking against his chest, all while his cock drove home deeper and deeper.

The moans from both of them got louder and more intense until it happened. Colossus slid his hands down to her thighs with a loud slap and held her down close to him as he erupted into her centre. The feeling was all Kitty needed to send her into climax too. For a few moments they lay there in each other's arms, Kitty sprawled across him, breathing hard, his arm draped protectively over her long smooth back. She rolled off once she'd caught her breath and fell into the bed beside him. He pulled her close. She fit perfectly into his chest. He kissed the top of her head. She smiled and snuggled into him.

"Don't ever let go."