Alright, Chapter 2,Yay!
I don't own X men or any of the characters, if you recognise them, I don't own them.
Okay, so this contains quite a lot of lemons. Mentions rape, a lot, no actual rape in it, you know, because I'm lovely ;D And I in no way condone this sort of behaviour.
CF.
"Let's go Kitten." She wasn't moving, I could smell her terror, I don't think she could move.
I reached in and grabbed an arm and yanked her from the car, I probably should have been gentle but I was running out of patience.
She stumbled a little, digging her heels into the gravel as if she could stop me pulling her along. I got bored after a moment and slung her over my shoulder. A mistake as it turned out.
Her nimble little fingers found a pressure point at the back of my neck with startling ease and I fell to my knees in blinding pain. She was off like a shot, sprinting fast towards the forest, by the time I'd clambered back to my feet she had already disappeared amongst the trees. I rolled my shoulders, this was going to be fun.
On all fours I bounded after her, she was quick, but the forest was my territory and the scent of her fear was so easy to follow. It took me less than a minute to catch her, snatching her up mid bound and slamming her back into a tree.
"Now, now Kitten, that wasn't very nice." She just hissed at me, a cornered animal desperate to be free. I pressed my face into the crook of her neck and inhaled the scent off fresh pine that clung to her.
If I carried her back to the house I'd probably just get a repeat performance, I weighed up my options before reaching up and snapping her neck like a twig. She slumped against me.
By the time she woke up I was dumping her on the bed back at the house. Once again her eyes were lazy and content before she realized her situation. She growled and tried to jump up but I placed a single massive hand on her upper chest and shoved her back into the mattress.
The bed was massive, designed to easily hold my bulk with a whole lot room to spare and the image of her led there, hair splayed out was one I'd treasure forever. I growled deeply as I clambered on top of her, her eyes were wild with fear and she was bucking desperately to get me off.
I realised the hand holding her to the mattress must hurt and it made me realise that I didn't want to hurt her, not like all the other frails I'd had where I'd used them and left them broken from my ferocity. This one was special I didn't want to break her.
I wanted her to want me, to want to be mine. She was mine, I had no doubt about that, but I wanted her to like belonging to me. I didn't think I could stand it if she wanted someone else, like the Runt or some other feral. She had to want Me. And I realised that'd take some work on my part.
I didn't think I could be gentle, didn't think I could prevent myself from marring that perfect skin. But maybe I could make her enjoy it. Maybe I could set her alight with it.
I caught her flailing hands and as gently as I could I placed them above her head. I leant over and kissed her, It wasn't quite like the other times, it was still possessive and dominating but I tried for her, tried to make her feel, tried to get her to join in.
I slid my free hand down her side with as little pressure as I could and I was rewarded by the scent of her body responding, but she still refused to kiss me.
"Come on Rhea, make it easier for yourself." I closed my eyes for a moment and said something I never thought I'd ever say again.
"Please Rhea, come on Kitten." Her eyes were wide and full of shock, warm chocolate pools as she looked at my quizzically. I brushed my hand across her breasts as I undid the buttons on her shirt. She gasped and arched involuntarily towards me and I grinned. Bingo.
Moving the fabric aside I kissed my way down her throat to the valley of her breast, I'd never been this gentle with a woman before but it was working, she was mewling and bucking against me, not trying to get away, trying to get closer.
I could smell her arousal rising as her virgin body struggled to deal with the sensations, the great burning need. The animal in her was taking control as it urged her to mate. I snagged a claw under her bra and ripped through the fabric, baring more of her pale skin to my gaze, my mouth and my teeth. I reached a nipple and she damn near screamed. She was panting breathlessly and her small hands were curled into fists.
"Victor." She mewled, I could see that she didn't understand, couldn't figure out what she needed, she just knew that she needed something. I chuckled deeply and purred at her,
"Tell me what you want Kitten." She hissed as I nipped at her skin.
"I-I don't know." I roared with laughter at that and captured her soft lips with mine again. This time she kissed back, innocently exploring with endearing inexperience. I wanted her, desperately, but I still wasn't ready to hurt her.
Extending my claws I literally ripped her jeans off her. She gave a yip of surprise and then looked at me crossly, desire still burning in her gaze.
"That's not fair." I raised an eyebrow, she wanted to talk about fair?
"What's not fair?"
"You've still got all your clothes, and you're allowed to touch." She pouted prettily. My booming laugh echoed around the room again.
I released her arms and shrugged of my coat before dragging my shirt off and kicking off my boots. I doubt it was a massive improvement for her, I was still wearing my wife beater and trousers, but her hands reached out lightly towards me.
One trailed down my cheek, running through my whiskers while the other lightly fingered the dog tags that were almost touching her bare chest. She looked so small and vulnerable lying beneath me, hair spread out and eyes dancing. I kissed her again, pouring all my need into that one kiss, desperate for her to understand.
She wrapped he newly free arms around my neck, fingers scrabbling at the base of my hair, for a moment I thought she was going to hit the pressure point again, but she hit a different one. One I didn't even know existed that had me nearly collapsing on top of her. Not from pain, but pleasure.
"Fucking hell, where'd you learn that?" I growled.
"Instinct." She murmured into my lips.
"Well stop it, not going to hold out very long if you keep that up." She just giggled.
Pulling back I grabbed one of her ankles, she looked at me completely confused, even a little scared at the sudden change. I started placing wet, open mouthed kisses up her ankle and calf and by the time I reached the top of her thighs she was a shivering pool of weak muscles and liquid bones.
I moved to grab her other ankle but a pale hand shot out to stop me.
"No. I-I can't stand it." I grinned at her manically and while she was still shaking I ripped through her panties revealing her completely to my eyes.
She was shocked at the sudden movement and quickly tried to cross her legs in an attempt to conserve some of her modesty. I growled at her angrily and grabbed her legs to stop her. Mine, all mine. The entire expanse of milky white skin, the auburn locks, the chocolate eyes, all Mine.
"Mine. Mine. Mine." I murmured into her skin and I punctuated each 'mine' with a small nip of my fangs. Her soft flat stomach was peppered with small bruises that healed before my eyes. Her chest was heaving as her body tried to cope, I grinned, this was the sweetest form of torture I'd ever come across.
Her nimble little hands reached out and pulled the wife beater over my head before exploring the planes of my chest. She seemed to have forgotten that I'd brought her here against her will, that I was a brutal killer. She just seemed fascinated by my body, running her soft hands over the muscles she found.
Almost purring in pleasure I kissed my way down her stomach to the red curls that guarded her core. I blew lightly on the wet flesh between her legs and she instantly became still,
"W-What are you-" I cut her off with an experimental lick. She began bucking and mewling like crazy, fucking hell she was sensitive. I grabbed hold of her hips, pinning her down while I explored every crevice. Eventually her mewling died down and was replaced with a different sound, similar to the one I heard earlier in the car but clearer. Oh fuck, she was purring.
I lost it right then, hearing her purr, it just got to me. I was out of my trousers and boxers before she'd even realise I'd moved. She looked down at the sudden movement and I felt her freeze when she saw the size of me. Her eyes widened with fear and I could almost feel her preparing to bolt. I couldn't let her, even if I had to hold her down I'd do it, I was too far gone to consider backing away now. Besides, I always thought I was going to have to force her anyway.
I gripped her shoulders and glared into her eyes.
"It's okay Rhea, you're going to be fine, trust me." I said it in my deepest, velvet voice and I could feel her responding to it. Trust me? Was she really that naive?
I kissed her hard, running my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, anything to distract her. It worked too, like I said that girl was fucking sensitive, soon she was writhing beneath me again. She didn't even notice when I positioned myself at her entrance.
I didn't give her any warning, no time for her to tense up, then it'd just hurt more. I just thrust into her, breaking her hymen and forcing myself balls deep into her tiny body.
I roared in triumph as I took her innocence, as I made her truly mine. She cried out in pain, tears dripping from her eyes falling into her hair, the shock of me inside her, stretching her open showed in every desperate pant.
The plan was to give her time to adjust before moving, but once I was inside her what little control I had went straight out of the window. Fucking hell she was tight, squeezing at me with burning, soaking flesh. I'd never felt anything like it, never had the animal in me been so desperate for a woman. Never had I been so desperate for a woman.
I began slamming into her with such a burning ferocity that I would have destroyed any other woman. For a few moments she just whimpered in pain before they slowly turned into gasps of pleasure as I hit the sweet spot within her.
I wasn't gentle. My claws raked deep into the soft flesh of her thighs and I'm fairly sure at one point my merciless pounding shattered her pelvis. But even then she was meeting me thrust for thrust, the pain a necessary side effect as she came over and over again at my touch.
She was purring again, the animal had clawed its way to the surface and now all she had was the desire to mate, the constant pursuit of the pleasure I was bringing to her. She was such a pretty picture beneath me. Her writhing flesh and her tangled curls, her unfocused eyes, and slightly open mouth.
I reached down and licked my way up the valley of her breasts to her throat and I plunged deep into her one last time. As I came within her I bit deep into her neck causing her to fall over the edge with me into the sweet oblivion.
-xCFx-
It was not how I expected it to be.
At first I was pissed at him for breaking my neck, who wouldn't be? And I'll admit that I was absolutely terrified when I woke up on the bed. But then he'd been almost gentle, he'd pleaded with me to respond. I made the infamous Victor Creed say please!
I'd expected him to tear me apart, rip me to pieces with his claws and then do it all over again when I was mended. Oh don't get me wrong, there'd been pain. Lots and lots of pain, but it didn't hurt now, and at the time it didn't really seem to matter.
Suddenly anger broke through my exhaustion. All that wasted fear! I'd been terrified of this my entire life and this was it. Sure it had hurt, but it had felt so good too. And he said it wouldn't be pleasant! That son of a bitch had me terrified the whole way here.
"You Fucking Bastard!"
Suddenly I was punching every inch of him I could find, desperate to hurt him in some way. Little good it did, he just raised an eyebrow at me before rolling on top of me and pinning my arms.
"Something wrong Kitten?" He'd pulled out his rich velvet voice and it made me melt a little, but I was still ANGRY.
"You! You had me terrified! All the way here with the staring and the clawing. I thought you were going to tear me to pieces, you, you said it wouldn't be pleasant, that you wouldn't be gentle. I've been afraid of this my whole life and you made me fucking enjoy it!" I tended to cuss a lot when I got angry and I was definitely angry now, I was shouting madly at him.
What did he do? The bastard laughed. That deep booming laugh that made my hair stand on end.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARED I WAS!" I was spitting mad now and he just kept on laughing.
"All right little Rhea, calm down. Am I supposed to apologise for not tearing you to pieces? Since it's such an amusing reason I think I'll let you off for hitting me this time." He dug his claws into my shoulders a little. "This time."
I shuddered a little at the threat in his voice and decided that maybe I'd over reacted a little. Sure, get angry at the crazy kidnaper for scaring you, not for you know, kidnapping you. God I was so odd sometimes.
I guess I couldn't really call him a rapist, I was a little more than willing when he got me into his bed. I thought back to what the other feral, Logan had said, "Would you rather have him?" Come to think of it, things could have been a whole lot worse, I doubted any other feral would have been as... gentle wasn't the right word, stimulating as Victor.
My thoughts were interrupted by the object of them as he began to nip playfully at my breasts.
"Again? But I'm so tired." He couldn't possibly expect me to go again, I was dead on my feet, or my back as the case may be.
Apparently he did because he rammed deep inside of me causing me to whimper in pain.
"Listen here little Rhea, just because I didn't hurt you, much. Doesn't mean you get a say in anything that happens here, got it? You are mine. I'll have you when I want, where I want and how I want. You belong to me."
I hissed at him, I didn't like the thought of belonging to anyone, I never did. I guess I'd let my guard down, even relaxed in his presence. I had to focus, remember that he was a wild animal that could turn on me at any time, like he'd said earlier, he didn't need an excuse to hurt me.
I lost count of the amount of time he took me that night, I came so hard and so many times that there were black spots in my vision. I think I begged him to stop, too tired to possibly go through another mind shattering experience but they just kept coming.
Sometimes he'd keep me on the brink of release for ages, playing with me, toying with me till there wasn't an ounce of fight in me left and I completely surrendered too him. My thighs were a raw red from the amount of times they'd had to heal over because his claws had ripped into me.
When he was finally sated I was barely conscious, I was only vaguely aware of him dragging me into his arms and throwing the blankets over us before I blacked out.
-xCFx-
She was sleeping heavily in my arms now. She had to be exhausted, I had built my stamina up over more than a hundred years and she was only young, judging by her up until recently virgin state she couldn't be much older than she looked.
I chuckled to myself as I remembered her outburst earlier. She was a difficult one to figure out, after all, why get mad about that? I'd got pretty much as close to rape as you can get while it was still consensual.
Actually, I'm fairly sure some of those more recent rounds would be classed as rape. She was certainly begging me to stop an awful lot, but that wasn't because of the pain, more because of the never ending pleasure that her tired body couldn't handle.
She wasn't as scared of me as I would like, but then again, I wanted her to want me. Maybe she couldn't be very scared if that was the case.
She was curled up next to me now, her head resting on my bare chest. I can't remember the last time I'd been this content, probably after a particularly brutal kill. Every time the little feral exhaled she blew auburn curls across my chest, tangling them with my dog tags.
As I buried my nose in her sweet smelling hair I realised this was the way I wanted to fall asleep every night. She was my mate now, until another feral could snatch her from my grasp. Considering that would never happen, it's safe enough to say she was my mate and only mine forever.
When I woke up the next morning she was already awake. She was examining one of my hands with the utmost concentration as she ran her finger across the claws. She hadn't realised I was awake so when I growled out,
"What are you doing Kitten?" she jumped and cut her hand on one of them. She looked shocked at the blood running down her hand and was staring at the red liquid like she'd never seen it before.
I snatched her hand up and brought it to my lips, licking the blood of her hand. I expected her to recoil, try and get her hand back but instead she started giggling. I'd never figure this girl out.
"Rhea, why are you laughing?" I said it in my most dangerous voice, the one that got grown men to cry. She looked up at me shocked and scared.
"It tickles." It was so quiet that even my heightened senses had a hard time picking it up. Suddenly any anger I had at her strange reaction disappeared and I started laughing.
She seemed a little relieved at my change in mood and smiled nervously at me. I'd never seen her smile before, it was beautiful. I don't describe things as beautiful and I certainly don't describe frails like that. But I couldn't think of any other way to describe it. I was getting more and more attached to this girl, probably the animal in me, she certainly wasn't just another frail.
I got out of bed stretching and put on my trousers. I tossed her my black shirt and she tugged it on over her head before collapsing back on the pillows with a yawn.
"Come on, breakfast." She opened one eye to stare at me, yawned again and began stretching. Annoyed at her lack of speed I scooped her up, carried her down the stairs and dumped her on one of the kitchen chairs.
She was staring at me with curious eyes as I cooked bacon and eggs. I was feeling more than a little satisfied with myself. With her tousled hair, tired eyes and my shirt on, she looked like she'd been thoroughly fucked, an image I really enjoyed.
I set down a plate of food in front of her and sat opposite her and began to eat. She just stared at hers.
"Victor, err, well," If she told me she was a vegetarian or something I swear to god I was going to lose it.
"Out with it Kitten." I growled at her.
"I can't eat this much." Again she was very quiet as if she expected me to snap and attack her. I sighed, that was it?
"Just eat as much as you can." Sometimes having people afraid of you was just annoying.
She started eating but only got through about half of it.
"The bathroom's opposite the bedroom, go have a shower, you're going to have to borrow my clothes for the time being, I'll drive into town sometime this week and pick up some stuff for you." She stared at me for a moment and was off like a shot, I could hear her bare feet pattering on the stairs.
I pulled out the laptop and connected Stryker's phone into it before I began dragging the files on to an email. I figured I best have him taken out as fast as possible before he could come after me or the kitten and Xavier or Magneto were certainly up for the job.
I was just sending it when she came back down. Her hair was wet and she smelt of my shampoo, she was also wearing one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers that almost reached her knees. The moment I saw her I knew she wasn't going to be wearing them for long.
I hit send and was across the room before she knew what had hit her. I slammed her against the wall and for a moment I saw sheer terror in her eyes.
She obviously thought she'd done something wrong because she immediately started apologising. I cut her off by crushing my lips to hers, it wasn't long before she was responding to me, purring in pleasure as I took her against the wall.
Afterwards as we were both trying to get our breath back I noticed the torn scraps of fabric all over the floor. She was going to need a lot of clothes if I kept tearing them like that. I chuckled, she was flushed red and still pinned against the wall by may weight, her legs wrapped loosely around my waist.
"Poor little Rhea, I destroyed your clothes again didn't I?" She nodded shyly obviously not sure if she should respond. I let her down off the wall, groaning at the loss of contact. She looked exhausted all over again so I sent her back to bed for a nap while I concentrated on severing all ties I had with the outside world. Victor Creed was retiring.
When I was finally done the sun was setting, I threw a joint of beef in the oven and stalked up the stairs to find Rhea. I let out a snarl of rage when I saw the empty bed, assuming that she made a run for it and furious with myself for not keeping a closer eye on her.
I pounced at the window, casting about for her scent when I nearly tripped over her. She was asleep on the floor, curled up in the last pieces of sunlight let in by the glass. Her hair looked like fire in the orange light and she was murmuring in her sleep, too low for me to make out the words.
I sat down on the bed, watching her sleep as I waited for the meat to cook. After a while her calm slumber became agitated and I could smell the fear coming off her as she began to moan and tremble. I got up and put a large paw on her shoulder shaking her.
"Rhea, wake up, Wake Up!" I was worried she was dreaming of me, that I was the one terrorising her sleep.
Her eyes flickered open and there was none of the calm I'd got used to seeing when she woke, they were full of fear as she struggled away from the nightmare. Her eyes focused on me and she whimpered before throwing her arms around my waist and burying her head in my chest.
She came to me for comfort? I didn't understand this girl, why on earth did she think I'd be a comfort? Then I remembered what I'd said in the car. I promise you this Rhea, I'm never going to let anyone else in the world fucking touch you. You're Mine. And I protect what's mine, you've just got to deal with me.
I wrapped my arms around her, running my claws through her hair until her breathing calmed. When I said that, I had sort of meant I'd protect her from real things, not nightmares, but whatever, she felt good clutched to my chest so who was I to argue?
Eventually she pulled away, she was obviously embarrassed, averting her eyes.
"Thank you." She whispered to me and pressed her lips to mine so softly they were barely touching.
It was her animal I'm fairly sure that was driving her on. Just as I grew attached to her much quicker than I should, she trusted me much quicker than she should. Mates looked after each other, the animal in her knew that, I was her mate, therefore I'd look out for her. Simple as that.
-xCFx-
I'm not really sure what possessed me to kiss him, he was obviously shocked by it, but for the first time in my life I'd felt safe. My father had known what I was since the day I was born, while he wasn't a feral mutant he did have a slight mutation that gave him a heightened sense of smell. I'd been terrified of feral males for as long as I can remember.
Now though, now I was in the arms of one and the fear had gone out of the window. I don't know how to explain it, it was the animals fault, the human part of me was still terrified of him, but now the animal felt safe. Strangely it was an improvement.
He growled into my lips, pulling me closer and running his hands down my back. I shivered. Was this man never tired? He was dragging his lips down my neck when he suddenly groaned and pulled away. I cocked my head at him in a silent question.
"Foods done." He growled and once again scooped me up and carried me down the stairs.
He asked me about the nightmare over dinner and I had to explain the recurring dream centred around a faceless feral male that repeatedly attacked me. He didn't laugh as I expected him to, he just raised an eyebrow and carried on eating.
Our days continued like this until they turned to weeks, months and even years. It didn't really get any easier with Victor, I wasn't any less scared of him than on our first day, things got a little more familiar. I could figure out what set him off, what made him angry.
He never really hit me or anything like that, he tended to do a lot of damage in the bedroom, or anywhere else he decided to have sex, but it wasn't really intentional and to be honest it wasn't like I didn't enjoy it. A couple of times he'd gotten mad whilst holding me and his claws would dig into my flesh but again, he couldn't really control that.
Don't get me wrong, I was under no illusions as to Victors character. He was a murderer and a rapist and from what I could gather he'd enjoyed his job. He never really turned on me though. I never saw the murderous side of him, just the side with an over active mating instinct.
His lust didn't fade, he'd still throw me against a wall or a table or pretty much anything and for a few hours we'd be lost in each other. I never really got much warning, annoyingly it was usually when I was feeling most peaceful.
I was as happy as I'd ever been in the house in the forest. I didn't have to look over my shoulder everyday because I knew Victor was checking for me. One day he asked me if I was completely happy and I told him no, but I was as happy as I'd ever get.
He didn't really understand and made me explain, to this day I still remember my response, probably because to this day it still applies.
"I'm proud of who and what I am, it's put so much strain on my life but I wouldn't change it because then I wouldn't be me. But sometimes I want to be like normal people, go to the cinema or out to eat without having to look over my shoulder. I'm happy here because I'm safe, as you once said I've got no one to fear but you. But still, there's a part of me that wishes there weren't quite so many feral males in the world so that just for a little while I could pretend that I'm not constantly in danger. Just for a little while we could see the world instead of hiding in the woods."
I'm fairly sure he didn't like my answer, I think saying that I wished 'we' could see the world mollified him a little but he was still annoyed so I turned the question back at him.
"You're not completely happy. I can see it. You miss your work, you miss the chase and the kill and the fear that surrounds your victims. But you see Victor, I think you just need to chase something."
That simple statement was taken as a challenge and the next day I found myself racing through the trees as he chased after me, and oh, in case you didn't guess, we had sex when he caught me.
He taught me how to fight, properly I mean. I was pretty good already but he was an expert. He seemed especially concerned about me being able to fight of other feral males, not surprising really. He was more than a little possessive and had bitten my neck so many times there was a red mark now where it healed over. He always looked smug whenever he saw it.
Anyway, it was during one of our training sessions that things went seriously wrong, it was a simple 'see how long you can run for before I catch you' sort of a thing and I was pretty far ahead of Victor. Far enough ahead that when I entered a clearing to see a man at the other end I was scared. Properly scared.
His eyes fixed on me the moment I came into view, his pupils dilated and one breath was all I needed to confirm what I already knew. He was a feral mutant. He to inhaled and upon catching my scent began cackling madly, something I was thankful of because it'd alert Victor to his presence.
He wasn't as large as Victor but was certainly larger than me and he had wild silver hair and acid green eyes. I don't know what animal he resembled but I was shocked. I'd only ever seen two feral males in my life, Victor and Logan and they both looked pretty similar. Lots of muscles, mutton chops and some kind of claws. He didn't look anything like them.
"Won't you look at that, it's true! The great Victor Creed retired because he found a little female feral. How sweet! Why don't you come over here petal and we'll get you away from the nasty brute, I'm not going to hurt you. Promise."
He almost hissed his words which unnerved me, I'd known there were reptilian ferals out there, but this guy seemed to be a mix.
I backed up, weighing up my options, the way he was built suggested speed and I wasn't going to get a head start on him so I didn't think running was my best option. Fighting was no good either, he was male and therefore probably much stronger than me. That left me with relatively little to work with.
"Use what the forest provides you with." One of Victors first lessons, but the forest wasn't providing me with much, just trees. Then again, I was good with trees.
I leapt high into the air, catching hold of the branch of an ash tree that hung above me. Hauling myself up I ran along the branch and leapt to another with the grace and agility of an Olympic gymnast. What can I say? My mutation had its perks.
I raced in the direction of Victor, jumping from branch to branch. The unknown mutant was running beneath me, growling threats at me which I just ignored.
Suddenly there was a snarl so full of anger that I almost fell from the branch I was running along. Beneath me I saw Victor leap at the stranger and one hell of a fight break out. I dropped to the floor so I could help if I was needed, though I highly doubted I would be.
To my horror I watched the unfamiliar mutant sprout spines on his arms that tore deep into Victors flesh, making it easy for the stranger to break his neck and fling him aside.
The feral male leapt towards me, grabbing my shoulders and throwing me roughly against a tree. He didn't bother with talk, just began ripping at my jeans, eventually tearing them from me completely. I was struggling desperately against him, tears dripping down my face as he dragged my thighs open.
Before he could even think of touching my further a large hand appeared around his neck and dragged him bodily from me. Victor held the mutant up with one arm around his throat and growled so low that I almost missed it.
"She is mine, you hear me? You don't get to touch her, hell you don't even get to look at her, and you damn sure don't get to make her cry! She. Is. Mine." And with that Victor tore his head from his body.
He stalked over to me, his entire body trembling with rage. I'm not going to lie to you, as I stood there slumped against that tree I was expecting some pretty rough sex. He surprised me though, taking me into his arms and licking the tears off my face as I sobbed.
"Shhhh, come on Kitten, why don't we get you back to the house." He carried me bridal style back to the house, set me down on the bed and then turned to leave.
"Please don't go." I whispered out to him, I really didn't want to be left alone right then. But when he turned around his face was so conflicted I didn't know what to think.
"I can't stay right now, I'm using a whole lot of control just to stop myself claiming what's mine Kitten so if you think I can hold you without... Think again Rhea." He had his eyes closed when he'd finished and I could literally see the point where his control broke.
"Fucking hell." I heard him swear before he stormed towards me and began kissing and biting every inch of bare flesh he could find.
"Say you're mine!" He demanded once he was balls deep inside me. I actually feared him more then, than at any other point in my life. I shuddered to think what would have happened if I'd denied him then, the animal was truly in control and it was terrifying.
"I-I'm yours." I managed to stutter out somewhere between the panting and the mewling. He gave a giant roar of triumph and began moving within me, biting deep into my neck again as we both fell over the edge.
It was hard and bloody. He broke my pelvis twice, broke my leg and even cracked a couple of ribs. I was covered in my own blood from where his claws had ripped into my sensitive flesh and I was bruised from head to toe.
I was healed by morning, but my body ached and I was unbelievably tired. Victor scooped me up again, taking me to the shower and washing off the dried blood, there was something on his mind, but he didn't share until we were sat eating breakfast.
"I'm going to have to go away for a while Kitten, four days tops." I stared at him. He was joking right? He was going to leave me alone after what happened yesterday?
He'd been away before, but only for short day trips to buy food and usually clothes for me as he had a tendency to shred them. But four days?
"Look Rhea, I know you're scared, but I'm doing this to make sure you're safe. That... thing yesterday said that 'it's true' which worries me Kitten because it makes me think he heard it from someone else. I don't know how he found the house, but I'm going to have to go back and see if I left some kind of trail behind."
It made sense, but I still wasn't happy about it, what if another mutant came back? Could I really fight them off? I paused.
"I need you to do something for me before you leave." He looked up at me curiously.
"What?"
"A knife, a machete, sword, axe, I don't care. I just want something in every room that I can take a head off with, just in case someone comes calling with a healing factor." He nodded,
"I think I can do that." He grinned his most animal grin.
"You reckon you can take them out little kitten?" I grinned back at him.
"I learnt from the best." He laughed loudly before he went to gather up the weapons from the basement.
Once he'd hidden all the weapons and made sure I knew where they were he set about chaining me to the wall. It's not as bad as you think, he doesn't take chances with me, doesn't want me running away. Not that I would. I doubt I'd find a place as safe as this.
It's one chain, connected to the wall and secured around my ankle, long enough that I can move through the whole house and even sit on the porch if I wanted to. It'd never bothered me, didn't really make much difference to me.
I walked to the door with him joking about it.
"If this tangles I'm blaming you." I told him and he just chuckled before reaching down and capturing my lips in a possessive kiss. He stoked the red mark on my neck, whispered 'mine' against my skin and told me to stay safe. He pulled his dog tags off and fixed them around my neck. Then he was gone.
I know you think I've got some kind of Stockholm syndrome, but you're wrong. I'm here against my will, I think that's fair to say, but there are reasons I don't try to leave, and they're not Victor. I was screwed from the moment I was born. There is nowhere safe for me in the world, living with Victor isn't safe, but it's preferable to the alternative.
Things went wrong when I went to get a glass of water. I turned on the taps and nothing came out. I frowned. Something must be wrong with the pipes, or the underground well that provided this place with water had dried up.
Not a big worry, Victor kept barrels of water in the little barn. I pattered out bare foot onto the porch and started in the direction of the barn. This was the point when the chain around my leg ran out of slack. I couldn't reach the barn.
I was a couple of meters away from the only water source available, I couldn't reach it and Victor was only back in four days. Crap.
Again, congrats if you reached the end. Next chapter will have the X men in it, along with a couple of others that I'm way to fond of to leave out. I'm probably going to mess with the time lines because I love tons of characters from origins and I really don't like the idea of them being old.
Feel free to review and if you notice any mistakes, please point them out.
CF.
