Such a pretty little frail, I grinned already imagining the things I would force her body to do. She stood chest high, nice tits, and a great ass. She walked down the street with her nose down, avoiding everyone. That's what I liked, never had to worry about the shy ones having unexpected guests.
I slipped into a slow pace across the street, carefully tailing her up and down the city blocks. No one paid me any heed as I stopped to watch her enter the old run down apartments. I walked over, my eyes carefully surveying the layout. No security, possible drug dealers second floor, and mostly old people. Couldn't ask for better.
I walked in the front door, not surprised to find dirty tile and mold covered walls. Hopefully the little frail would put up a fight, cause this stench wasn't worth just a easy screw. I had to rub my eyes as the acrid odors assaulted me, I moved quickly up the steps. It wasn't much better on the next floor, seemed the druggies had a few skeletons theirselves. How'd people live like that? "Nasty fuckers," I murmered under my breath. I went to the third floor, the very last one, where I could smell the feminine scent the strongest.
Seeing what she lived in, I was half tempted to offer her a little cash first. I decided against it quickly, I liked a little fight. The door had been painted more recently than the rest of them, good. Hopefully, she kept her apartment up better.
I did a quick glance around, no one. I moved to the door, the lock was a simple catch, and was easily triggered as I slipped my claw in. Perfect. I stepped in silently. Standing beside the door, I was able to breath again. The frail believed in cleanliness, thank goodness. I spied an old air conditioner in the window, it's loud roar would thankfully drown out most of her screams. This just kept getting better and fucking better.
I scented the air, carefully placing her in the room to the right. A kitchen by the sweet aromas coming from it. I padded softly across the dark carpet, careful not to alert her to my presence just yet. I liked to be close when the first scents of fear peaked in the air. Between those and the screams there was nothing better enjoyed.
She stood, her back to me, as she stirred something in a crock pot on the stove. Smelled like meat, my luck just kept coming. I stepped into the kitchen, ready to pounce. My body already aching for the carnal pleasure that sweet ass would offer.
Her hair started cascading down in waves from the intricate knot on her head. I was stunned, it was a beautiful display as it's long lengths pulled form each other dropping over her body and over the floor. Momentarily distracted, I didn't notice as one of those mud brown strands slipped around my ankles until it was too late. She turned, her blue eyes narrowed on me, and I felt my legs pulled from beneath me. The hair latched out quickly clamping my hands to my sides, my legs to each other, and my neck against the floor. Bitch had got the drop on me!
"Care to tell me why your here?" she asked smugly, standing above me.
"My mistake, thought you were someone else," I grunted, trying to grin and play it off.
She smiled, but reached around into her jeans pocket. My eyes widened due to the fact I hadn't noticed she'd even had a large butcher knife. "Care to try again?"
I snorted, "Cut whatever, I'll just hurt ya worse when I get loose."
She laughed, "I let you up, you can eat, and you take your ass on."
My mouth dropped in surprise, "Seriously, Lady?"
"Seriously, as long as you agree to keep your hands to yourself." her eyes twinkled and I smiled flirtasiously up at the minx.
"What if I choose not to?"
She looked at the knife, twirling it in both hands. "Then I'll take you up on your offer to cut what I want off, and I'll get a free anatomy lesson."
"Fuck you, lady." I wasn't amused with her, attracted still, but not amused.
"Your choice, I got pot roast." She lilted.
"Fine." I uttered softly, upset with myself I'd been taken in by some bitch.
She gave me a curious look, but the hold of her hair loosened. I watched as it coiled back up into twin braids at the back of her head. She grinned, holding out her hand to help me up. "Got a name stranger?"
"Creed." I pushed the tiny hand back, jumping to my feet. I towered over her, even more so when I took a step up closer. I looked down at her, allowing my smile to reveal the elongated canines to be seen. I'd seen men break down over this look, but the woman just looked up in annoyance.
"Sit, Creed. I'll get ya a plate." She acted as if I didn't even phase her, and after the way she'd already gained the upperhand by being so unpredictable, I listened. I took a seat at the old wooden table in the corner.
It had been a long time since a woman had volunteered to fix me dinner, let alone served me in her own kitchen. I took the opportunity to watch as she gracefully moved about the kitchen, retrieving forks and plates, fixing the plates. Then with no preamble she sat a plate in front of me, plopping down across with her own.
I picked at the food at first, watching as she devoured hers. "Ain't never seen a woman eat like that 'fore." I stated.
She spared me a glance, "Well, I worked my ass off today, haven't had a chance to enjoy a good meal in the last four days, and was pretty much stalked home. Don't wanna watch, then don't look." I chuckled dryly at her cocky words, wasn't often anyone talked to me like that either.
"Ya gotta a name?" I asked growing more curious by the minute.
"Isis." she spat between bites. "Hurry up and eat, cause I'm kickin' your ass out pretty soon where I can sleep."
I dug in then, I wouldn't put it past the michevious witch to try it. She finished, finally taking the chance to watch me. I met her blue eyes, shrugged and enjoyed the homemade dinner. It'd been too long since I'd actually got to sit down and eat something like this for me to be any more annoyed at her.
"S'how come you livin' here?" I asked trying to delay my departure. Wasn't like there was much else to do at the moment, and she wasn't something you found every day.
"Ain't got much money. Where you live?" She drew her hands up under her chin, watching me with the same curiousity I was showing.
"With the Brotherhood." I admitted. They weren't very popular among frails or mutants at the moment.
"The terrorists?" her eyes widened in surprise.
"Something like that," I grinned cockily at her.
"Your telling me, I got a wanted criminal in my kitchen?" I laughed at the tone of her voice, she was unbelievable.
"Probably, ain't like I'm gonna hurt ya though." I assured her. I wouldn't either, I had my pride. "Yer one o' us."
She shook her head, seating back into her seat, folding her arms over her chest. "No, sir, I am not. I'm not a murdering theif looking to jack shit up."
I laughed at her description, "Brotherhood ain't like that. That's just the news talkin' shit." She cocked a brow, and I sighed. I sat my fork to the side, "Look, we're just trying to make a way in the world."
"Then get a job."
I snorted, holding my hands out where she could see the claws. "I can hide the teeth, but these are a little harder to keep under wraps, lady."
"Isis." she corrected.
" 'Sides, who the hell'd hire me?" I picked the fork up resuming my meal, appreciative of the large slab of meat she'd given me. "That why you keep yer hair up?"
"What?" she asked confused.
"Yer hair," I motioned with the fork. "You keep it up to hide what y'are?"
She touched it, "Yeah, something like that."
"Could cut it." I offered. She gave me a annoyed glance, so I shrugged again. "Shouldn't hide what you are. Ain't good fer ya."
"Yet, running rampant blowing shit up and killing people would be?"
I shook my head, "We do it for mutants every where." I met her eyes, "S'people like you ain't gotta hide in places like this."
Her expression softened and I realized I was getting to her. Good, maybe she'd invite me back. I sure as hell wouldn't mind another dinner and if I could get in those tight ass jeans all the better.
"So what's it like?"
"What?" I asked taking my mind from the current thought of bending her over this table.
"The Brotherhood? What's he like?" The way she emphasized he, I knew exactly who she was talking about. The same one everyone did, Magneto.
When that man put his mind to something, he done it. I'd seen him learn a whole freaking language in less than a week, I'd seen him talk the X-men down like the fools they were, I'd seen him do a lotta things. He was impressive and he could talk the panties off a nun...
"How 'bout I take ya to meet him?" I asked, the idea quickly forming in my mind. Ladies liked power and once she saw how far up the ranks I was, the better chance I'd have.
She moved from the table, taking her plate to the sink. "I can't. You, people, are fugitives and if I was to get seen with any of you they'd be looking for me too."
I finished my plate, taking it to her. She took it, quickly scrubbing it, before putting it in the rack to dry. I held my hand to hers, "C'mon. I snuck in here on ya, and you fed me anyway, let me do somethin' nice fer ya." She looked over her shoulder at me. "Promise no one'll see ya."
She bit her lip, the indecision clear in her eyes. I grinned, dropping my chin to her shoulder, "He'll like ya, I promise."
She paused, clearly thinking about it. I waited patiently, not moving from my perch, enjoying the sweet smell that surrounded her body. "No one will see me?"
I grinned, knowing she was going to go. "Not a soul."
"You'll bring me right back?"
"Straight back, soon as your ready." I can handle this, maybe I'd get lucky sooner than I thought.
"Okay."
A/N: Magneto artwork on cover provided by ~JRAS22. He's another great artist. You can check him out at jras22. / Just remove the spaces, and tell him I sent you ;) Thanks to JRAS22!