Ass-Covering Warning:
As most of you know, I write cute, fluffy, sweet, mweeful fics. It's kept most of you coming back, so I'm assuming that's the kind of thing you like to read about.
This one is different.
This fic is generated from some dark spot in my soul that apparently likes the kink. There is bondage. There is non-consensual sex. In future chapters there will be S&M, choking, domination, humiliation, and rough sex galore.
Yes, this is a Clay fic. Some might argue that this is an evil Clay fic, but we'll leave the delineation for the fans. For those who feel the need to point out that Clay's out of character let me just say: DUH!
Flame me if you will; your hatred only makes me stronger.
Clay breathed slow and deep, concentrating hard on his elemental power. The power of Earth flowed through him, filled him to the brim, and made his muscles stronger than stone. He was ensconced deep in the bowels of Chase Young's palace, bound in shackles ensorcelled to keep him from breaking the things outright. The cuffs were a simple metal bar that ran from one hand to the other behind his head. There was a hinge on one end for a second bar of metal that stayed flat against the first one except for where it bulged out to capture his wrists. The spelled lock rested neatly on the other end of the bars.
The spell didn't keep the lock from being picked, however.
Sweat rolled down his brow as the Dragon of Earth stretched his abilities to their utmost to force the metal tumblers into place one by one. He had just made it to the last one when the door to his chamber opened.
Clay forced his eyes open. To his displeased surprise, Johnny Betty was standing in the doorway, watching him through lidded eyes.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked sweetly.
"I'm chained t' a wall in a dungeon," Clay growled. "What do'you think I'm doin'?"
"Hmm, sweatin' conspicuously," JB observed, narrowing her eyes slightly. "You also appear t' be out a' breath an' flushed as though you were doin' hard work instead a' holdin' still." Dark eyes raked the room as though searching for magically-induced weapons of any kind.
"I can struggle uselessly, can't I?" Clay tried.
"You're too calm t' mess with that kinda bullshit," JB observed, coming into the room. "You ain't been messin' with your shackles, have ya?"
The dark haired girl reached up and jerked hard on the lock. Clay held his breath; if it came open, all JB would have to do would be snap it shut again to undo all his hard work. Luckily for the Dragon of the Earth, the last tumbler held and he remained one twist away from freedom.
"Satisfied?" Clay sneered.
"Not really," Johnny Betty stated, stepping back and giving the warrior a long head-to-toe-and-back-again look. Half-way back up, something caught her attention.
"Look, I obviously ain't goin' nowhere, so why don't you go back t' doin' Jack's dirty work for him, you low-down she-snake?!"
Johnny Betty didn't answer, just continued to shoot a strange look in the direction of his belt buckle. Her dark eyes flicked to his face for a moment, then looked downward again.
Clay followed her gaze. Red heat crawled across the warrior's face and neck as he realized he was sporting a full erection.
"Is – is that . . . ?" JB began uncertainly.
"S-sorry! It happens sometimes when I meditate!" Clay blurted, trying to twist sideways to avoid the Apache girl's eyes. "M-master Fung says it's 'cause th' Earth is link'd with fertility . . . . um."
"Oh come ON!" Johnny Betty snarled. "I may have fall'n off th' turnip truck, but it wasn't yesterday!"
"Huh?" Clay said eloquently.
The Apache girl thrust a finger at the prodigious bulge in the front of Clay's jeans.
"I seen my fair share a' dicks! None of them have ever been that big! You're hidin' a Shen Gong Wu!"
"What?!" Clay squawked. His squawk escalated to a scream when JB latched onto his belt and started undoing the buckle. "Take yer hands OFFA me! No means no!"
"Don't act all innocent; which one is it? Th' Lotus Twister? Th' Ruby a' Ramses? Th' Falcon's Eye?"
"I ain't got nuthin' down my pants!! I tol' you – STOP IT! Help! Rape!" Clay squealed in an embarrassingly high register as JB succeeded in wrestling his jeans down to his thighs.
"In your dreams, cowpuke," she snorted. "Now let's see what you got squirreled away in . . . . here . . . ." The dark haired girl's words trailed off.
Flushing beet red, Clay tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling.
"I told you. I'm just . . . . . . blessed," he mumbled.
For a long, long moment, there was no answer.
"'Blessed'? Son, I think you may be candidate fer sainthood!" Johnny Betty declared. "Wow!"
"Thanks," Clay muttered, still studying the ceiling.
"Wow . . ." she repeated.
Despite himself, Clay gave a small smile.
"Well, that don' swell my head at all," he muttered. "It um . . . it usually goes away by now . . ."
"He's just bein' polite; standing up when he sees a lady an' all," JB said with a grin. "How long are you?"
Clay tore his eyes away from the ceiling to give her a disbelieving look.
"'How long . . . ?' I've never measured, all right?"
"Fine, don' tell me," JB declared casually. "I got ways a' findin' out."
"Wha . . .?" Clay began.
Johnny Betty, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief, reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small tape measure; the flexible kind used for sewing. Never breaking her gaze from Clay's eyes, she grabbed the end in her teeth and pulled the tape out of the roll. Plastic end of the measure still clenched in her teeth, JB reached down the front of Clay's BVDs.
"H-Hey! I didn't say you could do that!" he yelped.
JB ignored him, humming softly in pleasure as she gently lifted the length of Clay's cock, rubbing, feeling the weight and breadth of him. The Dragon of the Earth gasped at the completely alien feel of feminine hands on his most intimate parts. It was strange, but good at the same time; real good! Even better than that time he lay on his arm until it went numb and then beat off with it!
A few drops of pearly fluid beaded from the head of his shaft. To Clay's amazement, JB licked her plush lips as she laid the tape measure along the underside of his cock and ran it gently down to the sensitive sack between his legs.
"You shave your balls? That's nice; it's good t' see a man who ain't afraid t' spruce up a bit down there," JB murmured in a honeyed voice. Quite uninvited, her fingers fondled and rolled the ellipsoids carefully.
Clay gasped, bucking his hips forward against the pleasurable touches.
"I –I gotta shave or -- ahn! -- I get this heat rash . . ." he stammered helplessly.
"I like it. You know what else I like, Clay?"
"Hahn?" The Dragon of the Earth half-moaned.
"I like men. Not these preening, primping pretty boys this castle is stock'd with, but men. Big muscley, hairy, men who ain't afraid t' work an' sweat an' get all stinky an' gross. You know; real men," JB murmured in a voice like hot whiskey. She looked down at the dick in her hands. "Men with cocks just a hair under ten inches."
"Hah uhn Mmmmm," Clay panted. A few neurons sparked deep in his head. "If'n you'd let me outta these shackles I could do somethin' else you'd like."
"Hah. Remember what I said about fallin' off th' turnip truck? Nice try, though." JB paused to lick her palm before returning it to Clay's penis. The tape measure slithered to the floor, forgotten by both parties. "Th' truth is, I couldn't open that lock if I want'd to . . . buuuuuut, I ain't adverse t' th' idea of makin' sure you die happy."
"Yeah?" Clay panted.
"Yeah," JB returned, kneeling in front of the bound warrior.
With another swipe of her tongue over her lips, the dark haired girl leaned forward to lick a wet trail along the underside of Clay's prick. The Dragon of the Earth threw back his head and let out a strangled shout of pleasure. JB continued her downward trek, lapping and licking and sucking. One hand gently fondled the blonde warrior's balls while the thumb on the other hand rubbed slow and gentle over the head of his cock, lubricated by the fluid dribbling from the tip.
"Call me a whore if'n you want," she murmured between licks. "But there ain't nothin' more fun than suckin' a nice big cock."
Clay's hips bucked forward without any input from the rest of him.
"You . . . nasty girl," he growled.
Johnny Betty chuckled mirthlessly and drew back far enough to take the big cowboy's member into her mouth.
Another impassioned shout echoed through the stone-walled room. The normally sedate Dragon of the Earth thrust his hips forward, fucking JB's mouth. The Apache girl purred in pleasure, allowing him to have his way with her orally. After a few moments of the instinctive thrusting motions, JB grabbed Clay's hips and held them still so she could give a proper blowjob; long, smooth strokes with a little twist of her head. She lashed her tongue against the underside of his cock, tickling with the very tip where shaft met head.
For her reward, the Dragon of the Earth lost his damn mind.
Clay struggled to thrust his hips forward, half-formed words and nonsensical noises of pleasure tumbling from his lips. The restriction; the bonds on his wrists, the way JB held his hips down suddenly overwhelmed him and the big Texan came spectacularly, shooting jet after jet of come into the other warrior's mouth.
Johnny Betty swallowed calmly, gently licking the wilting cock before her clean.
"Damn, handsome, I don' need t' eat lunch now," she announced with a wry grin. "You were just dyin' for that, weren't ya?"
Words were a bit beyond Clay at the moment. He hung from his shackles, knees buckled, panting weakly. After a second he managed to pull himself upright, if for no other reason than to relieve the pain in his wrists.
"W-why'd you . . . ." he began.
His half-hard cock gave one last pulse, spurting out a final dab of come. The glob of white landed on the back of JB's hand with a tiny 'splot'!
Without hesitation, she lifted her hand to her mouth and lapped up the last of his jizz as if it were the most delicious of whipped creams.
Clay goggled.
Being a curious youth, he had tasted his own leavings before and found them stomach-turningly awful. But Johnny Betty apparently liked the taste. She liked sucking cock and she swallowed and was aggressive in her sexuality.
"You filthy slut . . ." He panted.
JB smirked wickedly.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," she retorted. "I'm a woman; I like men and one of th' reasons for that is I like sex. I've tried bein' good before, Clay. I wasn't very good at it. Maybe you should try bein' evil; it's a hell of a lot more fun--," the dark haired girl broke off sharply. "And somebody approves a' that."
Clay's cock, after a momentary breather, had sprung back to life again.
Johnny Betty rocked back onto her feet and rose gracefully.
"Well goddamn, cowboy; that's just too good t' pass up," she purred, sidling up against Clay and rubbing her hip against his. "You must keep all th' sheep happy back home."
Fury crashed across the blonde' features.
"Get offa me, you paint'd Jezebel!" he snarled. "My body may want ya, but—"
"Looks t' me like your body's th' one with th' majority vote," JB purred, reaching down to stroke his cock once again.
The Apache girl turned so that she was facing away from Clay and started to rub and grind her curvaceous rump on his hip in time with the pumping of her hand on his cock. With the other hand, she unbuckled her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans.
"Puh – paint'd Jezebel . . ." Clay growled as JB pushed her pants and underwear down to her thighs.
"I ain't wearin' makeup," she retorted with amusement. "I'm nat'rally this gorgeous."
She snuck her free hand down between her legs to play with her pussy, preparing herself for Clay's monster penis. She leaned back against the larger Texan as she did so, so that the Dragon of the Earth couldn't help but notice her actions. The Xiaolin warrior whimpered softly.
"You are gonna feel so good inside a' me," JB purred. "Call me a size queen, but I've always wanted a flesh an' blood cock this size t' try."
"Fuh-flesh an' blood?" Clay echoed.
"Yeah. I fuck myself with dildos," Johnny Betty admitted with a grin. "What do ya think a' that?"
"Slut," Clay moaned almost mournfully even as his prick throbbed hard and leaked fluid.
JB snorted in amusement and shifted so that her bare ass was pressed up against Clay's pelvis, his straining erection poking out between her legs. After bumping her booty back against him teasingly, she closed her thighs around him and began to thrust and grind gently, coating the Earth Dragon's cock in her fluids.
"Sorry darlin', but I ain't on the pill or nuthin', so we're gonna have t' use the ol' 'withdrawl' method. I know it don't work well, but I gotta have this monster in me an' you know how th' song goes: 'Old enough t' know better, but still still too young t' care.'"
Something that might have been words fell out of Bailey's mouth. Holy shit, he had a hot slutty chick who knew her way around a dick grinding her pussy on his cock and she was going to fuck him and he was going to be in her and any words about pulling out flew past his ears without stopping by his brain first.
All he knew was that suddenly JB was leaning over so that his body was perpendicular to hers. Clay looked down in time to see her fingers spreading her moist lips apart while the other hand gently guided his dick into place.
Then the head of his penis kissed her pussy lips and Clay nearly came from the heat and wet and jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick; now the scent of her hungry cooter hit him with all the subtly of a sledgehammer to the nose.
More pearly drops of pre-come dribbled from his knob, now mixing with JB's own juices. The Apache girl was rubbing the head of his cock along her opening, making sure to coat him thoroughly in fluid.
"Shit yeah, that's th' stuff. Here we go, handsome," she groaned.
Then she started to push back.
Clay choked. He was pushing into her even as she pushed back and hotwettight was engulfing his sex. She was hotter than anything he could have imagined; any foreign object he had experimented with. And the tight, God, she was tight! Almost too tight!
JB bit her lip with a tiny whimper, pushing back in short, testing thrusts as she took more and more of the Earth Dragon's shaft. He was big. Really, really, really big. She was almost confused; she played with big toys before, so she hadn't expected much of a difference, but godsDAMN! He felt huge! It was like being a virgin again!
"Ah! Aaah! J-Jesus Christ on a pony!" Clay choked out. "I thought you were a slut; why's your pussy so damn tight?!"
A strained laugh bubbled up past JB's lips.
"You're hung like a Clydesdale, Clay; that's why! If I were any less of a slut, I wouldn't be able t' take you at all!"
She made a soft noise as her swollen lips brushed gently against the Xiaolin warrior's balls. The Apache warrior rested for a moment, getting use to the stretch and fill of him. Another feminine noise of satisfaction and she leaned forward, pulling away from him. Clay whimpered in frustration as the hotwettight eluded him and he just wanted to get back inside and right fucking now! Johnny Betty pushed back again and the blissful feeling of her hot, wet sheath returned.
She kept up the excruciatingly slow, careful pace of thrusting for a few minutes, then suddenly the inner muscles that were clenched tight around Clay relaxed; opened to him, invited him in.
JB muttered a satisfied oath that was absolutely filthy in a voice like hot come. Then, she thrust back hard and fast.
Clay's naked butt was slammed back into the stone wall of his dungeon, but the feelings of cold and rough on hot, bare flesh was drowned out by the feelings of: Fuck, Yes! and More! Now!
Spreading his legs as much as he could with his jeans around his knees, the normally sedate Dragon of the Earth braced himself and thrust hard in time to meet JB's rough push back.
It hurt her.
He felt the head of his cock bottom out on something that didn't feel as though it were meant to move and Johnny Betty let out a small, startled cry of pain, tensing around him sharply.
"Damn it, Bailey . . . ." she whimpered.
A sudden, nasty bark of laughter escaped Clay's lips.
"You're th' one molestin' me, you dirty whore! You ain't allow t' bitch about th' size a' me."
Johnny Betty glared over her shoulder, her dark eyes practically black with anger.
"Just for that, I'm gonna finish up my orgasm an' leave you there t' twist in th' wind, Bailey," she announced. "Teach you t' bottom out on my cervix an' laugh about it . . . ."
Panic flickered across Clay's expression.
"No . . . you can't do ah! that! You ah! shit! yeah! started this! You gotta finish me off!"
JB started to thrust back again, sneaking a hand to her clit and rubbing furiously in counterpoint to the hot, hard cock filling her up, over and over.
"I'm evil, ya dumb bastard! I can do what I want! An' if I want t' treat you like a livin' dildo an' throw you under th' bed when I done with you I will! You certainly ain't in oh! oh! any position t' stop meeeEEEEE!"
Johnny Betty's body suddenly spasmed, her orgasm locking her muscles in tight knots and she writhed back against the chained blonde warrior in last ditch effort to squeeze just a bit more pleasure out of him.
Clay tried to thrust again in a desperate attempt to satisfy his own lust, but JB's muscles were clenched so tightly around him he couldn't withdraw or thrust into her.
Then, she relaxed, panting and happy, her hands on her knees as she barely managed to stay upright.
Clay didn't care if she was sated. He wanted to fuck more; he wanted to reach his own climax and since JB was still on him, he thought some nice, vigorous thrusting could tempt her into staying around for more pleasure.
So he thrust vigorously.
Johnny Betty promptly lost her balance and face-planted into the marble floor.
Clay gave a miserable, frustrated cry as his wet cock sprang free and waved about desperately, as if searching for her hot snatch. Great; there was no way she'd climb back aboard him now!
"Sorry!" He cried as she picked herself up off the floor and gave him a horribly offended look. "I didn't mean t' do that! Come back. . ." The beefy blonde flexed his hips forward, clearly offering his still straining erection to her. "Come back; I'll try not t' hit your cervix anymore. Come back . . . . come back, li'l darlin'."
Johnny Betty rubbed her fingers under her nose, and then held them away to check for blood.
"Hell, no," she growled.
A desperate whine rattled up through Clay's nose.
"Then suck me off again! You like doin' that! Don' leave me like this!"
A smug, wicked smirk twisted JB's lips as she stood up, starting to tug her jeans back up.
"Nope. Sorry; evil," she sneered.
Abruptly, Clay was viciously, violently angry. This bitch . . . . no, this cunt fucking raped him, then had to gall to walk away before he was even finished?! She needed to be taught a lesson. Someone should throw her up against a wall and treat her like the whore she was.
Someone like him.
Flashing blue eyes shot to the spelled lock and the last tumbler snapped into place. The lock clicked open.
Johnny Betty glanced at the now wide open lock, her jaw sagging a little in surprise.
"H-How'd – shit."
Clay was on her before the top bar of the shackles had even rebounded off of the stone wall. The dark haired girl cried out in shock as a massive hand clamped onto her arm. The beefy blonde dragged her forward and slammed her into the wall right where he had been shackled. Then he pinned her there with his own body so tightly one of her cheeks was crushed against cold stone while the other was crushed against hot warrior.
"You bitch," he hissed. "How hard would it 'a been t' let me finish? If'n you didn't want me comin' inside a' you, I woulda been satisfied with yer hands or yer mouth." Clay's lips grazed the corner of JB's mouth as he growled.
Johnny Betty didn't answer, just wriggled desperately in an effort to get more breathing room. Clay had flung her around as easily as a child throwing a stuffed animal; JB was not used to being around someone stronger than her. It was a little scary.
At the Indian girl's weak struggles, Clay forced his body against hers more strongly and growled in her ear. Growled. Not growled words, but just growled like a dog; warning her to stay still.
For some reason she found that really hot.
"Now you don't get a choice," he continued when she had stilled. "Now I'm taking you, you snotty little whore and 'you ain't in a position t' stop me'."
One size thirteen boot slammed into first one of her boots, then the other, knocking her legs apart. When her pants around her knees prevented them from spreading very far, Clay cursed and pulled away far enough to angle her hips back, allowing him to push his cock back into her muff from behind.
JB gave a shout of pleasure at the forceful way his blunt, hard prick stabbed into her. Clay's hands went to her hips and he began to rut like an animal. A raging bull, a rampant stallion, a rutting boar; there was no thought, only animal instinct to fuck like a beast.
To her utter shock, JB felt her knees quivering like Jell-O as nonsensical words of praise dripped from her lips.
"Oh God . . ! Oh God yeah! Yeah! Fuck . . . aw fuck meee! Please fuck me!"
"You want it?" Clay growled. "Cock-hungry slut . . . how's it feel t' be used like a whore? T' be a handy orifice to come in?"
"Feels good!" The black haired girl answered instantly. "Feels so good! Oh yeah! More!"
"Like a bitch in heat," Clay snorted.
JB didn't answer; she was too busy yelping and gasping; practically howling in passion as Clay fucked her hard and fast up against the wall.
"Coyote bitch," he clarified. "Awww, GAWD I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come inside a' you!"
"W-wait, no!" JB squealed. "At least pull out!"
"Fuck you!" Clay roared, slamming into her with sudden ferocity. "You didn't care t' finish me off when you had th' chance, so I'm'a fill you with come! An' I hope ya get pregnant, ya dirty slut!"
Johnny Betty could have screamed more protests. She could have fought against the man using her, but that ferocious, mad passion was hot, too hot and suddenly Clay's cock pulsed inside of her and she could have sworn she felt the hot hot heat of his semen spilling in her depths.
JB screamed in passion as another orgasm shook her to her very core.
When sense returned to her, she was puddled against the cool stone wall, a warm, panting cowboy draped over her. Little things niggled their way back into her notice; the tiny squeak of the still-open door moving slightly on its hinges, the stick in her fingers tip as a nail she had broken grabbing onto the shackle bar stabbed her ineffectually, the –
Clay drew in a shaky breath and suddenly all the little things disappeared as her body lit up with electric sensation of skin on skin. The big cowboy purred with pleasure and nuzzled against her neck. His hands crept up her arms to fold tenderly around her own much smaller hands, pressing them up and apart as he stretched.
"That was awesome," he murmured.
"Ain't you glad I decided t' molest you?" JB chuckled.
Clay answered with a rusty chuckle of his own.
Then the shackles clicked shut around her wrists.
Johnny Bettty's head snapped up just in time to see Clay squeezing the lock shut.
"Yeah," he returned coldly. "I'm thrilled you decided to sexually assault me."
"You son of a bitch! Don't leave me here!"
"You live here," Clay stated flatly.
"I mean don't leave me like this!" She screeched, struggling ineffectually against the magic shackles.
Clay looked down at her.
Her jeans and panties were still down around her knees and even as he watched, a thin white stream of come dribbled down one thigh. That fact that it was his come, he had put it there; he had used JB and marked her had his prick giving an interested twitch once again. He had to admit, seeing her chained up and obviously well used was hot as hell.
But, he knew Vlad and Tubbimura were around for this caper. Clay didn't doubt for a second that either of them would be able to resist the sexy Apache babe half-naked and helpless. Somehow he couldn't stomach the thought of either of them rutting on JB as she was chained. Sure, he had given it to her rough and hard, but she had chosen him first.
"Don't say I never did nuthin' for ya," he muttered, pulling up her panties and tugging her jeans back into place. He patted one curvy ass cheek affectionately. "There we go; all wrapped up safe an' sound."
Johnny Betty lashed backwards with one leg like a draft mule. The resulting kick caught Clay in the groin so hard he was actually knocked off of his feet.
"When I get outta these, I'm gonna geld you, Clay Bailey! Just you wait an' see!" She screamed.
For a long time Clay didn't respond, only remained curled up in his own private world of pain. JB screeched and swore and fought against the shackles. However, she had no power over the metal and the tumblers of the lock didn't respond to her death threats.
After he picked himself up off of the floor, the Dragon of Earth staggered to the door, both hands squeezed over his doubly-sore privates. He limped out into the hallway, ignoring the bound warrior's angry screams. Even as Johnny Betty's fuming and cursing faded in the distance, he had to admit . . . .
It was worth it.