S:S:S:S:S:S: Chapter- 26 :S:S:S:S:S:S
The last day, the last gift...
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Day- 6
"VICTORRR!"
He was jerked awake by her loud scream for him. The thick sharp smell of blood was filling his nostrils and making him feel nauseated. Panting heavily, his overwhelmed senses ached to feel her presence. He hastily looked down at her small frame sleeping peacefully in his massive arms. One of them was wrapped around her waist while the other working as a pillow for her. His eyes encountered her naked back, covered with his light claw marks and dried traces of saliva. He tried to hear her breaths but strangely enough, there wasn't any. Her body also felt completely cold and stiff in arms as if...
Alarm bells started ringing in his head.
His clawed hand wrapped around her baby bump hesitantly reached up to feel her heartbeat. His own heart lost its damned beat as he desperately tried to hear the sweet thump-thump of her heart but it was nowhere to be found.
The realization suddenly started making his heart pound out of his chest. He shook his head shakily. "N-No...it cannot be..."
His trembling fingers slowly turned her over to prove his senses wrong but his eyes widened in great horror as he saw her lifeless body covered in cooling blood. He rapidly sat up and pulled her inert frame into his arms and tapped her cheeks.
"H-Hey, wake up, o-open your eyes, frail!"
But there was no response. Her breaths were gone. The stream of blood flowing down her thighs and wetting the sheets confirmed that the Cub was dead, too. Victor shook his head vigorously as the tears of the biggest suffering of his life filled his eyes. He had promised her, he had promised that he would never let anything happen to both of them. He threw his head back and roared in grief.
"NO, no, NO! YOU CAN'T GO! YOU CAN'T FUCKING GO! CLAIREEEEE!"
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"CLAIREEEEE!"
Victor roared awake, panting breathlessly and shaking his head vigorously. Jerked awake by the loud scream that called her name, Claire quickly switched on the lamp and sat up before grabbing Victor's upper arm.
"V-Victor? What happened?!"
The pitch dark gaze confirmed Sabertooth's presence. A great relief took over Sabertooth's face as his darkened eyes found her alive, sitting beside him. She wasn't dead, it was just a fucking nightmare! He hastily pulled her into his arms and started licking her face, covering it with his scent and essence so no fucker out there could even think about hurting what belonged to Victor Sabertooth Creed!
In stead of grimacing and trying to pull away, Claire kept her mouth shut and let the feral man do whatever he was doing to her face. When the animal was finally calmed, he hugged Claire tightly and buried his nose in her locks and closed his eyes to let Victor out.
Claire closed her eyes and murmured against the clothed shoulder. "Bad dream?"
Her soft murmur sent a nasty thought into Victor's brain. She saw him like this today, trembling like a fucking leaf after a fucking bad dream. It revealed his nastiest secret to her, that the big bad Sabertooth was also afraid of these mind fucking nightmares!
He abruptly broke the embrace and shot out of the bed. He needed to go out and take in some fresh air before his claws tore the entire place apart. He grabbed his pants from the floor and hurried to the door.
Totally confused, Claire tried to stop him. "Victor-"
"Just need some fresh air, frail." he growled, completely annoyed by her concern and care at the moment. "I'll be back soon, just go back to sleep."
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With a cold sigh, Victor rubbed a hand down his face and shook his head. He really had no idea why the hell he dreamed all that shit about the frail and his Cub, his nightmares were mostly the mind fucking flashbacks of the horrific night when he...
Victor's deep cogitation was broken by a chilled bottle of Moosehead that appeared before his eyes out of nowhere. Surprised, he looked up and found Claire's smiling face towering over him. "Thought you needed one."
His eyebrows shrunk at the other bottle in her other hand. "Who's the other one for?"
Claire sat beside him on the old creaking bench and used her right index claw as a bottle opener, looking straight to avoid Victor's upcoming glare. "Thought I'd also need one to relax my mind."
She was right. An instant glare did touch Victor's face before he tried to snatch the beer from her. "It's not good for the-"
"Baby, I know. You're not the only one here who's been collecting all the info about this pregnancy thing." Claire smirked. "And just to let you know, only the regular use affects the baby's health and it's my first time with any type of alcohol so please, let me enjoy it." she took in the first gulp as she finished her sentence but the slightly bitter and yeasty taste caused Claire to cough lightly.
Victor chuckled and removed the cap of his bottle. He emptied the neck of bottle in the first gulp. "And just ta let you know, Canadian beer is not for the little 'first-timer' frails."
Claire rolled her eyes. "The cough was just for the first time. I can empty the entire bottle in just one gulp now, okay?"
Victor chuckled again. "Yeah, right."
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Claire leaned back against the back of the bench, running her eyes around with a soft smile. Her little bushes'd started blooming. Those little half-opened buds were her beautiful investment in Victor's dying garden.
"So," she finally asked after a long peaceful pause. "What was the nightmare about?"
The whispered question tightened Victor's jaw. In spite of the surge of anger her query caused in him, Victor tried to reply calmly through his clenched teeth. "Nothin' ya need to be worried about."
Claire sighed. Now she could also smell the traces of lies in Victor's words. "Was it that horri-"
"Just shut it, will ya, frail?" Victor finally snapped, his eyes darkening again. "What the hell do ya know about coping with nightmares, huh? I'm sure none of yers can be as mind-fuckin' as mine and yeah, your beloved daddy was also there to turn on the damn lights and comfort ya. But me, I've never gotten that shit, okay? So let it be as it is!" he needed something to take his anger out on and unfortunately, it was his Mate this time.
In stead of getting up and stomping back to their room, Claire placed her tiny hand over Victor and tried to squeeze. "You're right. My bad dreams aren't as bad as yours, but talking about your nightmare to someone always lessens agitation and anger caused by it."
"Ya want me to tell ya about it?" Victor growled again. "What do you wanna know? That I saw you and junior..." his tongue started trembling as he began to recall the terrifying dream. He did not wanna recall that horrific thing ever again. He looked away again. "J-Just...let it go, darlin'."
Claire's curiosity had to sigh and decide to drop the topic right here. She hesitantly rested her head on his shoulder and tried to change the subject. "Can I ask you something?"
He sighed. "Shoot."
She smiled mischievously. "I know that you hate all the romantic movies and other stuff from the bottom of your heart, then how the heck did you know what Jack's done for Rose when we argued over Titanic that night?"
"It was a treat Ruth demanded for." he growled. "She gave me the best Christmas fuck of my life and I had to take her to watch the movie."
Claire scrunched up her nose. "Ugh, no thanks for the mental image."
Victor smirked. "The movie was a complete nightmare by the way."
"Here comes the 'N' word again." Claire sucked in a sharp breath before resuming. "By the way, when was the last time you had a nightmare?"
Victor rolled his eyes. The frail wasn't going to let the damned topic go anywhere. He finally decided to face it. "They used to trouble me a long time ago, but not any more." Victor smirked weakly. "Because I've buried my Pa's death into a small corner of my mind now."
Claire abruptly lifted her head from his shoulder with a confused look on her face. "Your father's death gives you bad dreams? But I think he deserved it."
"Yeah, he did but..." sighing deeply, Victor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But killin' someone and killin' someone so brutally that guilt of giving him such a horrific death gives you nightmares, there's a big difference between them both."
The confusion deepened. "What do you mean?"
Victor looked away again, trying to avoid Claire's curiosity. "Let it go, kitten, it's just gonna make ya hate me even more."
Claire abruptly gripped his upper arms to make him turn to her and looked into his eyes determinedly. "There's nothing that can make me hate you now, Victor. Not even your animal, because as a feral myself, I understand the urge to roam, mate and...kill. And trust me, there were a lot of times in my life when I just wanted to break all the bondages of this human world and do as my animal spirit said. Unfortunately, I could never do it due to my father but I never hated myself for wishing all that."
Victor searched her eyes for lie but she was not. He'd really misunderstood her. She was totally opposite to what he had thought about her at first. Unlike Jimmy and many other ferals, she didn't hate her critter and it was really something praiseworthy.
He sighed and finally began to narrate another horrific chapter of his life to his Mate...
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"Like I told you last time," Victor started speaking, his voice already turning distant and cold. "My Pa, he was dying before my eyes but the animal did not want to save him. He was angry at Pa, everything he'd done to me for the past ten years was swimming before his eyes. He wanted to punish Logan for all of that. After he pulled the secret of our true identity out of that pathetic excuse for a father, he decided to finish him. He just...ran at him all fours and leapt through the air before..." the rest of his sentence dissolved in his throat before it could come out.
"He ripped his head off, right?" Claire completed his sentence for him. "You've already told me that, Vic."
Victor lowered his head and whispered. "But there's also something else I didn't tell ya last time. It was...a wild fit of rage Sabertooth was enjoying that night. Even after ripping off my father's head...he didn't just stop there...he...ripped open his chest and pulled out his throbbing heart that never melted for his own son he'd treated like a fucking dog for the last ten years. He grasped that thumping piece of meat in his hand a-and..." his voice turned shaky and raspy as he struggled to finish his sentence this time.
"H-He...he ate it."
A complete silence hung in the air. Claire's lips had lost the ability to form words. Completely stunned, all she did was stare at Victor's profile that was trying his damndest to avoid her eyes. The feral girl could swear she smelled tears in the air.
After a very long unnerving pause, Claire finally regained her ability to speak. Her hands slowly reached over to cup Victor's cheeks. His face refused to look up at first but her insisting touch forced him to look into his eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw a couple of shining salty drops swimming in Victor's eyes, a couple of precious pearls he was about to shade for his cruel father who had once made his life a living hell.
Salty water welled up in her eyes, too. Her fingers around his furry cheeks gripped the stubbled skin even more tightly as she spoke slowly and softly. "I will still say, he deserved it."
Victor couldn't control it anymore. He just yanked Claire into his arms and started kissing her passionately. Claire also wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and began to respond to the intense engagement of lips. They both needed to feel it, every second of it because it was their last day together. Victor captured her lips with his tightly. He didn't want to let her go, ever! And after that fucking nightmare, he couldn't even think about letting her and their cub go away from him forever. No, he'd have to do something to make her stay, this day was his only chance, and he would do anything in his power to make his Mate stay with him here because that's where she belonged!
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"It's been a whole freaking month, dear," officer Wallis sighed, staring at Claire's picture on his computer's screen. "Where the heck are you?!"
"Um-sir?"
Wallis drifted his gaze to the hasty knock. "Come in."
Wallis's most trusted boy, Antonio hurried in with a bright smile and a small pendrive in his hand.
Wallis's eyes narrowed. "What's in the drive, boy?"
Antonio gave a smirking nod. "Samuel's little trip to Canada had brought a great news, sir."
Not wasting any more time, Antonio hastily connected the tiny device to Wallis's computer. "Our sources in Calgary has caught this one week old CCTV footage of a Victoria's Secret store."
Wallis's eyes broadened as they saw Claire walk into the store with the giant man from the sketch.
"Claire?" Wallis's eyebrows quickly came close together. "She's in Canada?"
Antonio nodded. "And the tall guy with her, one of the salesgirls has confirmed that the man was a feral mutant named Victor Creed."
The aged eyes widened again as he heard the name. "What?! Victor Creed? How can this man be Victor Creed?!"
Antonio sighed and rubbed his temple. "Well that's something we're still trying to find out."
Wallis looked back to the screen. The slightly protruding tummy, the massive arm around Claire's shoulders, and heavy sadness on her face, everything was pointing toward just one conclusion.
"That feral bastard's keeping her as a goddamn prisoner!"
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"Oh c'mon, Vic," Claire laughed softly, trying to peel Victor's clawed fingers off her eyes. "Just one hint!"
"Nope," Victor smirked as he brought them both outside and stepped toward the little surprise he'd been preparing for Claire since morning. "Told ya, it's a surprise."
Smirking, Claire rolled her eyes behind the lids made of his fingers and let him took them both wherever he wanted. "Okay, fine."
"Finally there frail, now I'm gonna sit ya down but don't open those damn eyes if ya don't want 'em ripped out, okay?"
Claire rolled her eyes behind the closed lids this time and laughed. "Okay."
Victor carefully sat her down on the old bench they were sitting on last night. He now sat back on his heels before her with a short smirk. "Now open yer eyes slowly."
Claire did as her mate said. Her eyes opened and widened in slight surprise as she found Victor sitting before him with a couple of large shopping bags on either side of him.
She gave a curious smile. "Victor, what's all this?"
Pretending to be totally casual about the whole thing, Victor shoved his hand into one of the bags and started taking the list of his 'surprises' out of it. "Just all the stuff yer gonna need when I'm not there with ya. The cranky old frail at the mall was lookin' at me like as if I'd asked her for both of her goddamn kidneys but hope she's packed everythin' on the list. Here're some new XXL tops, loose pants, body pillow, coconut lotions and maternity bras." he flashed a naughty grin as he handed her a whole set of six bras.
Claire was left completely surprised by the simple gesture of a father's care for his unborn child and its mother. She just couldn't believe Victor had really bought all this stuff for her, in spite of knowing he didn't need to get any of these things because she was leaving him tomorrow anyway but still...
Victor had really touched her heart today.
"And yeah," Claire's mesmerized contemplation was disturbed by another snort as Victor's other hand dove into the other bag and came out with tons of things their future baby was going to use. "This one's got one month supply of diapers, onesies, shampoos, soaps, lotions, formulas and all other stuff the Cub's gonna need after the birth. The crib will be delivered to yer address as ya reach there and-"
His description was cut off by Claire's index finger she placed on his lips. He looked into Claire's eyes and found a couple of tears there.
"Victor..." Claire shook her head in an overwhelming mix of disbelief, guilt and happiness before suddenly hugging Victor tightly. She buried his nose into the crook of Victor's neck and cried softly.
"I-I'm sorry, Vic," Claire sobbed against the wetted skin. "I'm really so sorry..."
"Shhh..." Victor rubbed her back gently. "I know what yer sorry about, kitten. But don't be, all you need to do is tell me what's stoppin' ya from stayin' here?"
Claire pulled back with a low sniffle and pursed her lips. The same old helplessness took over her face. "T-Trust me...l want to, but I can't. B-Because I know, I know you would never let me go if I told you why I don't want to stay but believe me, it's for your own good..."
Her reply gave Victor a slight hint of her little fear. Sighing deeply at her reply, Victor took her hands in his and bored his eyes into Claire's. "If you're afraid that one eyed asshole would be proven right if you didn't go back to Transigen, then I promise you," he cupped her cheeks and whispered genuinely. "They cannot even hurt a single cell of my body because Victor Sabertooth Creed is the hardest motherfucker to kill on the entire earth."
His reply smelled completely fearless and certain. Claire had no other reason to argue about. Maybe she was really overthinking. Victor is right, there's absolutely nobody out there who would want to mess with the big bad Sabertooth and everything he owns. Maybe she should really abandon this stupid idea of leaving and give their relationship a chance Victor truly deserves?
Claire slowly leaned back and smiled enigmatically. "You really want me to stay, right?"
Victor nodded firmly, his heart in his mouth. "Yeah."
The feral girl smiled mischievously this time. "Then make me so tired that I can't be able to leave tomorrow."
Her words made Victor grin predaciously.
"Whatever the pretty little kitten wants."
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Victor took her little request as a sweet challenge.
He slowly advanced toward his awaiting mate and placed his hungry lips on hers but in stead of a hungry and bruising smooch as Claire'd expected, Victor's lips gently and sensually caressed hers, making her body melt at the caring affection he was showing her. Remembering all the experience he'd collected about pleasuring a woman's body for the past one century, Victor's clawed hands carefully cupped Claire's cheeks as he deepened the kiss. The demanding tip of his tongue swiped over her lips, making her open her mouth for him unconsciously. His tongue smoothly slid in and greeted hers. Licking, nipping and enjoying, his lips devoured her until they were both breathless.
His retreat pulled a displeased groan out of the feral girl but he had some other plans, too. Her rapidly blooming arousal filling the holes of his nose. After placing a deep sensual kiss on her chin, Victor trailed his lips down and shredded her dress, revealing her naked, taunting breasts. Claire instinctively threw her head back and presented her bare neck to her Mate's sweet torture. After nuzzling and printing stinging kisses over her bobbing throat, the feral man covered every single inch of her collarbone with his feral touch.
"Yer really a fuckin' piece of beauty, kitten." he whispered against the hollow of her throat.
His blunt admiration made Claire smirk smugly. His lips now traveled down to lick the valley of her breasts before taking the left nipple into his hungry mouth.
"Sssss.."
The sharp intake of breath pleased him as his fangs softly bit down the supple bead. The brownish ball danced on his tongue. Her sharp grip on Victor's hair revealed that she wanted to feel the same maddening torture on her other tit, too. He eagerly switched to the other orb. It also tasted as sweet as its mate. His canines roughly tugged at the nub while his tongue lapping at it in the circular motion caused her to writhe like a fish without water.
"O-Oh Victor, yes! Just like that, please..."
His mouth now advanced South, peppering her smooth fluttering skin with light licks and bites. She arched her back like a perfect bow when his tongue licked around her slightly engorged belly button but in stead of going to his favorite place directly, he dragged his mouth on the smooth skin of her leg until he reached her foot.
"Oh, Victor..." she tossed her head back with another loud moan as Victor licked the length of her foot before taking her big painted toe in his mouth and sucking so softly.
Claire licked her lips as she watched her Mate pleasure her just by using his tongue on her feet. "Where the hell did you learn it, Vic? And yeah, if it was from Ruth, then don't even open your mouth.."
Victor chuckled around the plump piece of flesh predatorily. "Some things are totally instinctive, baby girl." he repeated the same process on the rest of her toes, making her moan at every nibble.
After providing the same mind blowing pleasure to other thigh, Victor finally reached back up and pressed his ear against her womb, listening to his Cub's slightly raised heartbeats.
Claire smiled down at Papa Sabertooth widely. "What is it saying?"
Victor looked up at her and smirked. "It's sayin' its momma needs ta stop bein' a stubborn little bitch and stay here ta spread her legs fer its daddy every day."
Claire laughed heartily with an eye roll. "Is it really it talking or its daddy's being over-smart?"
Victor winked mischievously as his claws sensually traced over her thighs, leaving burning pink trails behind. "Whatever floats your boat."
Claire laughed again and widened her thighs for him.
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Her panties joined her dress in mere seconds. His huge arms wrapped around her thighs as he dipped his head between her legs. He lapped at the slick trail of her essence to the cleft of her butt cheeks. A shuddering gasp escaped when he finally dove into the river of her sweet white juices, fucking her tight core with his stubborn tongue deeply.
Claire's fingers plunged into his hair again. "O-Oh my...that is so..mmmm!"
His mouth closed over her hypersensitive nub and began sucking on it feverishly, setting her senses on fire. His thick fingers found their way inside her and began a dual attack on her. Her extract flowed over his fingers like hot molten lava as he continued to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue madly. Claire lost it completely as his fingers curved to find her g spot and stroked it until she was waving against her hand like a graceful cat she was.
"D-Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"
Victor didn't, because he didn't want to. His Mate's exploded release sprayed his fingers and mouth but he didn't stop, not even after her exhausted frame shakily flopped back on the old bench. He pulled back only to wipe his dripping chin, and then ignoring his roaring dick, Victor just threw her legs over his shoulders, buried his head back into her throbbing pussy and started licking her again.
At that blurred moment, the breathless feral female realized something.
It wasn't fucking.
It wasn't love making, either.
It was worshipping.
Victor fulfilled his promise. Claire was a panting mess by the time her fourth orgasm washed over her and he was still eating her like a man on a mission. Her head was continuously spinning due to wave after wave of climaxes she was receiving. Panting as though she had just run a damned marathon, Claire's trembling fingers stroked Victor's furry muttonchops and whispered shakily.
"P-Please stop, Vic and come back up here or I'm gonna die-"
"Hey!" Victor's angry forefinger cut her off. "Don't every mention that damn word again!"
When she nodded, trembling like a leaf, he smoothly got back up and pulled her back to her feet with him. Her legs completely wobbly so Victor had to support her in his arms as his lips found hers. Claire's essence was now in and all over her mouth, too. When the kiss finally ended, Victor pulled away to shed his clothes, letting her hungry eyes roam all over his magnificent body. After getting rid of his threads, he slowly turned her around and pushed at her shoulder, silently telling her to bend over the bench.
Claire did as he said. Closing her eyes she waited for Victor to plunge into her pussy and fill her completely but he didn't. His eyes were fixed on some other entrance this time. Victor collected her juices and coated his length before letting its tip knocked at the creased door of her other opening.
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Claire's eyes snapped open as she realized that Victor wanted to claim her other hole, too. The thought scared and excited her at the same time. Biting her bottom lip in heavy nervousness, she looked over her shoulder and asked innocently. "I-Is it gonna hurt?"
Victor smiled at the nervous doe eyes. He leaned forward and licked her cheek before whispering in her ear. "Only at first, darlin'. But don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
She submissively nodded again and rested her hands on the edge of back plank again. The first push felt forced but her other hole started giving way slowly.
"Shit, babe, yer every hole is so fuckin' tight!" Victor hissed in heavy pleasure as he sunk the first inch of his hot cock into her resisting orifice. Running his taloned fingers through her sweaty mahogany locks, Victor slowly started drowning deeper and deeper into that unknown deepness, grazing the inner walls with his barbs. He momentarily paused to look at her profile that was a beautiful picture of pain and pleasure at the moment. His free hand hastily reached around to wipe at her tears as he whispered in her crimsoned ear throatily.
"The pain'll be gone soon."
That was the only assurance he could think of at the moment. He was fighting the strong urge to pull back and ram inside her as hard as he could but that would just split the frail and hurting her was only going to hurt him in return.
When the pain completely subsided, Claire arched her back, signaling him to start moving. Victor's hips began to move in slow and steady thrusts, teasing some sensitive spot in there with the head of his cock over and over again, making her body writhe with pure bliss. Her clawed fingers gripped the edge of the bench tightly, as she also began to buck against the dangerous weapon.
Claire threw her head back against Victor's shoulder and moaned loudly. "P-Please, Vic...do it faster, baby..."
That encouraging moan was all it took. Victor forgot all his self-control and slammed into her ass hard, pulling a delicious scream out of her. His claws gripped her hips, pinpricking the smooth skin as his body rhythmically thumped against hers hard and fast until their upcoming orgasms were swimming in their heads.
Claire arched her back again, her chest rising and falling with breathless gasps. "O-Oh Vic, just make me cum now!"
Victor's right hand reached around to grip her neck, the minimal pressure doubling the coiled up tension in Claire's tummy. He tilted her head up to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, his darkened eyes looked into hers.
"Ya feel this, frail? This is yer Mate, taking yer body. If ya decide to stay, I'm gonna fuck ya and make ya cum like this every fuckin' day and yer gonna love every fuckin' second o' it! I give ya another night, if I still find ya on my bed when I return from my hunt tomorrow morning, I'll take it as a fuckin' Yes!"
With that Victor dropped his jaw and buried his fangs into his animal's print on Claire's neck again, making the feral girl roar out her crashing release. The further thrusts were halted by the contracting muscles of her anus, causing his own climax to burst out of his mouth.
"MINEEE!"
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Next Time:- What do you think what's going to happen next time ;-}?