AN: I do not own Marvel's X-men, its comics or characters, or films based on them, and I do not make any profit off of this story or its content and characters.

With Victor as main character, the story is a little graphic at times - be warned. This ficlet is a spinoff of a Logan-centric series I have written, which I recommend you read first, and I hope you enjoy my work. The series stories, in order, are: Sensory Projections, The Island, and Home in the Woods. Happy reading! And yes, I love your reviews and comments.

Chapter 1

The apartment door swung open suddenly, and Victor Creed's large body filled the doorframe.

"Baby? I'm home," he rumbled in a deep, seductive baritone.

"Victor!" A feminine voice called out from another room, followed closely by the sound of bare feet running on the hardwood floors. A lithe, curvaceous figure topped by a long chestnut tail of hair came into view, launching herself at him and colliding with his solid chest. Arms open, he caught her without even budging from the impact of her leap, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her legs at his waist. She attacked his mouth, plunging in her tongue to tangle with his as he cupped her bottom to support her, his clawed hands warm through the soft knit fabric of her dress.

She came up briefly for air. "Miss me?" he smirked, digging his claws into her ass a little bit so she felt their prickle against her skin.

In response, she unwound her legs and slithered down him to the floor, brushing herself across his front as she lowered to her knees and brought her hands onto his hips. "Mmm," she sighed, rubbing her cheek over his groin, where there was now visible straining against the front of his clothes. Her hands shot to the buckle of his belt to quickly unfasten it, undoing the fly of his pants immediately afterward. Reaching in and grasping his cock, she gently tugged the pants off his hips a little to expose him more fully.

Giving him a heavy-lidded look, she opened her mouth and licked him, grazing her tongue on his balls as she languidly pumped him with her hand. "I guess so," Victor chuckled, finally closing the door behind him.

She took his whole length between her lips now, carefully using her teeth before swirling with her tongue and plunging him to the back of her throat. Victor groaned and gripped her skull, his claws tangling in her dark, shiny hair and loosening it from its plait.

He exhaled as she sucked a little harder. "I thought I told you to be naked when I got home," he mumbled, arching his head back at the flood of sensation collecting in his crotch. "You better not be wearing any panties."

She sat back briefly on her heels in response to this, pulling off of him and grabbing the hem of her dress with both hands to whip it off her head, revealing her completely naked body beneath. She put her hands on his buttocks as she devoured him once again.

"That's my girl," he whispered softly as she moaned around him, her eyes closed. "So wet for me. Don't suck me too much, Babe - you know I'm gonna fuck you in a minute."

She batted her eyelashes at him, giving him a naughty look as she increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down on him a little faster. She felt the muscles of his ass clench underneath her hands as he grunted with pleasure, then he dug his claws into her scalp, making her squeak a little as he eased her mouth off. "Bedroom. Now." he commanded, tearing off his signature black overcoat.

She darted down the hallway eagerly as he growled behind her, shedding the rest of his clothing as he went. He paused in the doorway to the bedroom, muscles flexing over his naked frame, his eyes raking over her white skin as she toyed with the curling ends of her hair, standing in the middle of the room and biting her lower lip.

Latching his hands onto her ass, he crushed her against him, his hardness pressing insistently into her belly above the soft triangle of brown hair between her legs. He tilted his head and ran his nose up her neck, scenting her arousal and excitement, and he raked his canines very lightly on her jaw, nipping her earlobe without breaking the skin.

"You want me to fill you up?" he asked in a quiet voice. She met his eyes and nodded, running her fingers through the mat of hair on his chest. Gripping her hips tightly, he lifted and tossed her onto the bed behind her, then crept toward her on all fours, showing his fangs as she gave a nervous giggle and scooted backward against the pillows.

He put his hands on her knees and spread them apart, his eyes riveted between them. Sinking down in front of her, he moved closer to drag his tongue across her most sensitive skin, inhaling deeply as he did so. "So ready for me," he said with a toothy grin, and blew on her gently. Lapping all over between her legs, he turned his head and bit the inside of her thigh, making her draw breath sharply, then swiped his tongue over the two bleeding puncture wounds.

They caught one another's eyes significantly, and after one more lick, he rose above her, scooping underneath her back to slide her farther down the bed. He held his cock in his hand as he rubbed her with the pad of his thumb, preparing her for him. She cleared her throat, a tiny noise, and he looked up to see her proffering a condom, which she'd just liberated from its foil packaging.

He made an incoherent sound, removing his claw-tipped hand from his member and allowing her to roll the rubber securely down him. She made a move to grab him and guide him inside her body, but she caught the scowl on his face and put her hands back down on the mattress on either side of her. He snarled satisfactorily as he rubbed his tip against her, then plunged completely in.

She gasped at feeling his full length, big and thick and stretching her wonderfully. He leaned forward, supporting his massive weight on his forearms as he began thrusting into her, nudging her thighs farther apart with his knees and encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She complied, but this was still not deep enough, and he began making a low, guttural sound as he hitched her leg up high, resting the back of her knee on his shoulder and gripping her hip as he drove even more fully into her.

Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as she panted heavily, her whole body rocking with movement as he fucked her harder and harder. She started moaning, one hand drifting up to her breast to play with a nipple, her index finger circling the hard pink point. He uttered a growl that turned into a purr, nosing her fingers away and capturing her gently in his teeth, nibbling and sucking so much that she had goosebumps, and pushing in and out of her the entire time.

After a while, he could feel her starting to clench down around him, and he withdrew himself, her eyes snapping open as he gripped her hips and flipped her over, hauling her ass into the air and rising to his knees at the same time. Stroking her gently with one taloned digit, he shoved back inside of her, pulling her back toward his groin hard and relishing the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. He rubbed her ass with both hands, thrilling at her cries as she moaned his name.

As much as he loved mounting her like an animal, he took pleasure in changing their positioning on her yet again, so he pulled out and wrangled an arm underneath her waist, rolling onto his back and impaling her before she realized what was happening, her legs straddling him.

He kept his hold on her tight, to let her know that even if she was on top, he was the one in charge of their rhythm. She smiled, lifting her arms and running her fingers through her hair, knowing how much he loved watching her chestnut mane spill onto her naked body. Biting her lip again, she scratched her short fingernails through the hair across his ribs, pressing her palms down onto him to brace herself as he bucked up into her more strongly.

She came, her breath quick and choking, the sound a completely unnecessary indication of her orgasm as he detected the shift in her scent and the fluttering of her sensitive muscles around him. Grinning and showing off his fangs, he followed her, jerking and spasming hard inside of her as he completely expelled himself.

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With Victor's impressive healing factor, it usually took a few hours of fucking to slake his sexual appetite, and today was no exception. The frail was draped over his chest, exhausted and slightly sore after all his vigorous thrusting, her inner thighs raw and red from the friction of his hairy body. She was nuzzling one of his nipples, kissing and occasionally flicking her tongue over it, while her hand lazily massaged his testicles.

Victor closed his eyes, savoring the sensations as she scratched, tugged, and cupped his balls. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard her whisper, "Mister Creed?"

"What?" he growled, awake and annoyed. She lifted her body off of him, propped up on one elbow.

He scented a tinge of trepidation coming from her. "Did you want me to stay the night, tonight? You never said."

He lashed out at her with one clawed hand, halting it at the last second just in front of her, which made her flinch and tremble. He pressed his palm to her face, shoving her none-too-gently away from him. "Get out."

She jumped off the bed, slipping into the en suite bathroom/walk-in closet combination. He heard the toilet flush and water run, then a few minutes later she reappeared, her hair in a perfect chignon, makeup applied, wearing a cream silk blouse with navy dress pants and matching heels.

She started to walk out the bedroom door, then paused, looking at him stretched out on the bed, naked, with his hands laced together behind his head.

"What?" he asked in the same irritated tone.

He caught a flash of fear from her, at odds with her collected and coiffed appearance.

"It's just..." she started, trying to overcome her timidity at his imposing glare. "If you ever decide you want someone to live in, I'd do it. If it's just us two exclusively, you wouldn't have to wear the condoms. Or pay me as much."

Victor bared his fangs, his voice menacing. "Did you not understand me the first time? Get the fuck out, Julie."

Julie's eyes widened at his use of her name and she hurried out, swinging her purse onto her shoulder and shutting the front door, unlocked, behind her.

He usually let her know ahead of time whether or not he wanted her to sleep over, but he hadn't said anything today, hence her question. She was angry at herself for breaking character, forgetting how much this pissed him off, causing him to revert to his normal intimidating personality instead of his more playful bedroom attitude. And of course, that had rattled her so much that she'd wanted to placate him, offering him the choice of having her there full-time, which clearly enraged him even more, despite the prospect of condom-free sex.

When her boss Shayna had told her back in March that they had a client who was looking for a recurring role-playing booking, she assumed he'd be a wealthy, pasty-skinned dweeb with a set of "Lord of the Rings" elf ears for her; she'd seen those before. Upon meeting Victor for the first time, more than six muscular feet of commanding masculine energy, her heart sank, waiting for him to reveal whatever undoubtedly kinky shit he'd ask to do to her, or her to him.

But instead, she'd been shocked at the incredibly simple scenario he wanted. It was always the same, the whole time he'd been engaging her: he comes in the door, she's overjoyed to see him, they screw. He didn't say whether she was supposed to be pretending to be his wife, mistress, little sister...and the one time she asked him, he'd just growled in response. He never called her by any name, including her own; often just stuff like "Baby," or occasionally, oddly, "Frail," which she didn't really understand. One time during climax he shouted something that sounded like a name, but she didn't catch it. Maybe an ex-wife?

Besides the fact that he was a mutant, with incredibly sharp claws and teeth, there was another catch - two, actually - in accepting this liaison with him. One was that he wanted her to permanently dye her regularly pale honey tresses a rich mahogany, instead of using a wig to achieve the look he wanted. She'd balked at this initially, since most other clients loved the fact that she was blonde, but Shayna informed her of the bonus he was willing to pay for this aspect of the roleplay, so she acquiesced. It took three different tries at the salon to get the right shade, going to Victor's apartment for him to silently appraise her after each coloring session, and he finally nodded when it met with his approval. He asked that she grow out her Brazilian wax, too.

The other request was that he could break her skin. She'd participated in light bondage and dom/sub before - basic handcuff, mouth gag, and whip setups - but the idea of bleeding purposely during sex had always sounded completely gross. She wasn't sure if it was better or worse that, rather than knife or needle play, he wanted to use his teeth. Julie was frankly surprised that Shayna even considered taking him on as a client, since her "companion service" was an operation with elegance and class, not some sleazy dominatrix dungeon.

But for the right price, apparently... Reluctantly, Julie had arrived at an acceptable fee with Shayna for the biting demand, predicting that Victor would back out when he saw the figure, but to her surprise he agreed, as well as promising to only break her skin once per meeting, and restrict himself to below the neck, only.

And she'd been a little sheepish to admit, even to herself, that she found she kind of liked it. Victor had a very, very big cock, knew how to use it, and could bring her to the brink of orgasm effortlessly and hold her there; the biting was a small distraction, a tipping point, and often the impetus for her riding a wave of pleasure with him as he exploded his hot seed into the condom.

The condom. She blushed red, embarrassed again at thinking about how she'd offered herself to him, as if she didn't know any better. She'd worked for Shayna for three years: too long to have any naïve Julia Roberts "Pretty Woman" illusions about her profession. Certainly it wasn't unheard-of for a client to inquire about a companion being available for a full-time or live-in commitment, usually temporarily, but only a deluded idiot would go around offering herself to the men as if she were pathetic and desperate. It was a good way to get fired.

Julie straightened her slacks as she exited the elevator, walking to the street to hail a cab. Fingers crossed, Victor would just forget about his annoyance and she'd arrive the next time he emailed her as usual without him saying anything either to her or to Shayna. As good as she was at her job, Victor was still her best customer by far, and to alienate a paying client was pretty stupid. Dammit, Julie.