And another! I didn't intend to update so quickly, but I was inspired today. I also have to thank Fyrefly for her Vic/October stories! Reading her Vic has helped me try to keep my Vic as canon as I can!
Chapter 8
Leers, Lies and Longings
Canada, 1850
Dawn was just breaking when Eleanor awoke. When she turned her head, Victor was looking at her intently. He looked like he hadn't slept all night.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" she whispered.
Victor simply swallowed thickly and nodded. He knew it was a lie. His arousal hadn't abated much, and now that she as awake, it had returned with full force.
Eleanor looked at him curiously. His face had a sheen of sweat covering it and his eyes were wide. She pushed the covers away and looked down at him. His length was straining against his trousers and Eleanor realised that he must have been awake and uncomfortable all night.
"Oh, Victor! I left you in such a state!" she said, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. "Tell me what you need?"
Victor could no longer hold his eagerness in. He panted heavily and reached for her, unable to voice what he needed.
"Shh, it's alright. Let me help you," she said, straddling his legs.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it open. She hadn't really seen his chest before. It was easy to think of him as a child when he was around Jimmy, but looking at his broad, muscular chest, complete with a good dusting of dark hair that ran down his navel and into his trousers. He was very much a man now. Tall and strong.
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the soft hair and the muscles that tensed slightly as her fingers brushed over them. It was more of a gentle touch than a sensual caress, but Victor didn't care. Her fingers touching any part of him, was enough to send tremors right down to his groin.
A strangled moan caught in his throat, and he couldn't resist the urge to arch his hips slightly.
Eleanor felt the movement and smiled down at him. Her hands drifted to the buttons of his trousers. She undid them slowly and methodically, peeling back the cloth to reveal the tip of his aroused length and dark wiry hair. She pulled the flaps as wide as she could, turning her head slightly to get a good look at him.
Victor felt uneasy under her scrutiny. He wondered if she'd laugh, say he wasn't man enough. He knew it was stupid to think such things. He was taller than some men, and far stronger. He knew what he was capable of, even if he was still young.
Eleanor gently took hold of his arousal, and licked her lips unconsciously. Victor caught sight of the action and almost whimpered. He outright groaned when she stroked him. She repeated her motions for a few moments, encouraged by his hips bucking up into her hand.
His eyes shot open when she let him go. His brow furrowed in protest and was about to ask her to continue, but was stopped when she lifted her nightdress up over her head and threw it on the floor. It was the first time a woman had been naked in front of him willingly. His desire reached levels he couldn't fully understand. He started panting and could feel his skin begin to sweat in response.
Eleanor simply smiled again and shifted herself over his engorged length, placing it at her entrance. Victor held his breath. She couldn't really be about to do it, could she? It was never that simple. No woman had ever wanted to touch him, or have sex with him.
Eleanor simply smiled warmly at him and let her weight push her down on him, letting out a faint moan as he was sheathed within her. Victor's mouth was open wide in a wordless shout. He'd never felt anything like it. The warmth, the tightness… He could see now that using his own hand paled in comparison. When she moved on him, he really did shout. He was shaking through the force of his own pleasure as Eleanor's hands caressed his chest and belly, trying to soothe the trembling.
He wanted more. Wanted to feel more of her. He could already smell her, but he wanted to feel and taste her skin, so he sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around her, groaning at the change of the angle of her movements. He pressed his face into her breasts, inhaling deeply and extending his tongue to taste her warm skin. He laved eagerly, and moved his head to suckle on a nipple. Eleanor moaned loudly and increased her movements on him, her hands running through his shaggy hair.
He panted heavily against her, his climax rising quickly. A few more movements were all it took for him to groan loud and long, as his release pumped into her. She tightened around him as the last few drops spilled into her, prolonging his orgasm and making his legs shake under her.
Eleanor let her head drop back as she breathed heavily. She smiled lazily as she felt him kiss her breast. His face was still buried against her skin, but his trembling was abating. Eleanor placed her hands on either side of his face and tilted his face up. She leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Victor knew in that moment, his own hand would never be enough to satisfy him again.
Canada, Present Day
Áine had still be barely aware of what was happening when Victor had picked her up and carried her hurriedly to the bedroom. He had dumped her down on the bed and flopped down next to her, still feeling the lazy after-effects of their pleasure. It had been a while since he'd had a female-induced orgasm, and he couldn't remember the last time it had been consensual.
Women didn't touch him. Women were afraid of him as soon as they saw his claws and fangs. Some were even afraid of his meaningful leers. No one had ever reached for him in silent supplication. She hadn't begged in words, but her eyes had said it all. It was exactly what he had been hoping for since he set foot in her house.
So, why did it bother him?
It had almost been… vanilla. Simple sex. The very idea made him balk. Even if he had left pin pricks from his claws all along her hips where he'd held her as he drove into her, she wasn't nearly as bruised as a woman should be when he'd fucked them. She wasn't even bleeding really. Usually, the sheer size of his penis and the fury in which he normally took a woman would make them bleed like a virgin, no matter how experienced they were.
He looked over at her. She had her eyes closed, but a lazy, satiated smiled was plastered across her flushed face. She'd clearly enjoyed it.
Áine could feel his eyes on her and turned her head to face him. She smiled slightly, and Victor could smell a certain wariness coming from her. He looked down at her breasts. The nipples were still erect and begging to be pinched. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
Áine grinned at his leering and reached out to touch his face, but before her fingers could make contact, Victor's hand had shot up and grabbed it, his claws lengthening and digging in to her wrist painfully. Faster than she could comprehend, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the bed, his free hand gripping her neck, closing around her airway, his claws almost reaching the back of her neck.
"The fuck you think you're doing?" he growled in her face, some spittle hitting her cheek in evidence of his rage.
Áine tried pitifully to pull his hand away, her eyes wide and her previous aroused scent replaced with true fear. Her mouth was open in surprise, but she said nothing.
"You think because I fucked your pretty cunt and made you come, you could cuddle up like some pansy-ass girlfriend?" he hissed, "Let's get one thing straight; you're a piece of ass, a convenience. A pretty fucking frail I could sharpen my claws on!"
As fast as he'd pinned her, he leapt off, leaving angry claw marks across her neck as his hand whipped away. He bolted out of the house, yanking up his trousers as he went, and ran into the forest. For the second time since he'd entered her house and sniffed her scent, he had to work off his aggression. The very fact that he didn't want to work it off by gutting her and using her bones to pick his teeth with, made him all the more angry.
A/N: I hope it was okay! And, to answer someone in a previous chapter's review, Eleanor is in her early 30's, and a widow.
