AN: sorry for being so late. But I think you'll forgive me after reading this no? ;-)
Remember where we were? Ylva freaked out in the water and they sat together just chatting, then they tried again... with the swimming I mean... you pervs!
"Cmon, just a little further" he urged her.
He was far off in the water and she was standing in the water up to her waist about twenty feet away from him.
She took a deep breath. She had already come this far and she really wanted to succeed. Not so much for Victor, although she didn't wanna be a coward in his eyes either, but mainly for herself. She was already in the water, so why not go all in?
She slowly took a few more steps and made some peddling movements with her arms. Water splashed everywhere and Victor tried not to laugh. She probably wouldn't appreciate her efforts being rewarded with his mockery. It was funny as hell though. He swam back to where she was standing and took both her hands in his. Slowly guiding her further into the water where soon she wouldn't be able to stand anymore.
"That's it" he encouraged her "Just push yourself away from the ground and follow my lead".
She looked him in the eyes nervously but he suddenly noticed a certain look of determination. And soon she was actually swimming. Up to her neck in the water and not a single bit of fear left in her body. He was still holding her hands as he swam backwards with her following him.
"Told ya you could do it" he said rather cocky.
She laughed softly "I'm not very good at it though".
"You just need to practice more".
She laughed "Yeah and not drown while doing so".
He swam a few feet away from her "You're not gonna drown when I'm around little one".
They swam around for a while. Victor trying to ignore the fact that she was almost naked and fighting hard against an upcoming boner. Ylva trying hard to stay above water and not focus too much on Victor's chest and scent. Their perfect feral night vision was a real burden in this particular case. God, he smelled delicious. Even the water couldn't mask that.
She was swimming on her own now. Without Victor holding her or even touching her. He growled agitatedly. He liked it a lot better when she couldn't swim and he had to hold her.
"Wanna try going under water?" he asked.
She instantly shook her head. "No".
He held out his hand "Come on, swim to me. Where I stand, I can feel the ground. You can't cuz you're tiny" he joked.
She smiled and slowly swam those few feet he was away from her and halted when she was right in front of him.
"Closer" he mused with a pleasant smirk on his face.
She moved closer and he snaked his arm around her waist, pressing her against him. "That's it. Now wrap your legs around me and hold on".
She did as he said and also put her arms around his neck. Their faces were so close… his lips were so tempting and his facial hair was deliciously taunting her soft cheeks. Now she started feeling particularly warm in certain areas of her body. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist and her arms still twined around his neck. She could taste his breathe. Even though it was night and they were in the water, it did nothing to cool her body off.
"If you hold on to me like this-" he whispered "Then will you try going underwater with me?".
She shook her head again "No".
He chuckled "Fine".
A wave of fear rolled off her and he sensed it instantly "I'm not going under water unless you give me permission Ylva. So don't be afraid" he whispered into her ear while his hand slowly stroked her back to help her relax.
She shifted a little in his grip but grasped onto him again quickly. "Remember the night you found me sleeping in your bed?" she asked.
He nodded, his side burns stroking her cheek.
"Remember the candle you blew out even though you knew I was afraid in the dark?".
He smirked "Yes…"
"Well, that was mean" she stated determinedly.
His hand roamed over her bare back "I'm not gonna do that this time".
She grinned, her eyes full of mischief "Oh really? But how do I know?".
He slowly licked his lips and lowered his hand on her back "Well, just keep holding onto me like this and you'll find out I'm not moving one inch without your permission".
He could curse himself when she felt him grasping tighter onto him. He was fighting against a raging boner and it was a fight he would soon lose. The way her warm, practically naked, body was wrapped around his. It was hard not to think back on when he was balls deep inside her.
She liked holding on to him like this, everything felt too right and she wanted to stay here the entire evening. Clutching to his chest and with his arms around her. He turned his face to look into her eyes and his big hand slowly removed a strand of hair from her face, stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes.
"He's dead Ylva. He can't hurt you anymore. Ever".
She knew who he was speaking off. The one person who's fault this was, whose fault it was that she now had to learn how to swim and whose fault it was that she didn't trust anyone.
She bit her lip "I know, I was totally stupid about this water thing".
He scoffed "No you weren't. You were a cub and he fucked you up. I've seen grown man go into frantic panic attacks over a lot less in the wars. And they never faced it like you are doing right now".
She smiled, closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulders, her nose pressed against his neck "I missed you Victor".
His heart skipped a beat and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. He must have misheard her…
"I really missed you".
There, she said it again. Her voice a mere whisper but he wasn't hallucinating. He closed his eyes and pressed her tighter against him. Inhaling her scents deeply. The scents he'd missed just as much. And that was something he wasn't ready to admit to her yet, how he had missed her. Besides, if that wasn't clear by now…
"Why didn't you come back to me little wolf?".
Little wolf!
He called her 'little wolf' again. She had no idea why this filled her with excitement, but it did. Since the first time he entered her house, he hadn't called her his little wolf again. She was starting to think he'd forgotten his pet name for her. The pet name she actually loved to hear him say.
She sighed, not sure what to say next. There had been so many reasons not to come back. But none of them had anything to do with what she wanted. Because she'd been on the brick of coming back so many times, she lost count.
"Many reasons" she finally stated "Mostly Jason and after him there was pride, stubbornness, fear, then Liekos. I wanted to come back so many times but I felt it was selfish. I wanted to do right by Jason and… I don't know, I told myself you'd forgotten and there's other women".
He growled in anger "Forgotten my ass. I marked you! Do you know what that means?! And when I found that note, I wanted to kill you. Then when I found out you kept my son form me, I-" he halted for a moment, not sure how to subtly put this "I wanted to kill you even more little wolf".
She turned her face to look at him. None of them, said a word. She wondered if maybe her friend was right. If maybe he really had feelings and she hurt them badly. Perhaps it had not just been about possession.
She leaned down to brush his lips, a ragged moan escaped his mouth as soon as she made contact with him. A moan full of suppressed feelings, suddenly being freed. His arms clutched to her back and neck as he pressed her against him. His lips moved over hers, his tongue tracing her lips and dipping into her mouth. She moaned and wanted more of him. Her mouth tasted just the way he remembered it, sweet and full of need. Her lips became more demanding, wanting more of him, her tongue returning his efforts. She wanted to hold on tighter, wanting to disappear inside him to feel closer.
His hand lowered and grabbed her hips, stroking her thighs. Thighs he often imagined opening for him and only him. His hand was on her behind and he pushed his hard groin against her, letting her know how badly he wanted her and against all odds, she grinded back against him. He groaned and the kiss became more demanding.
Within no time, he'd brought them back to the shore. Half walking half swimming with his little wolf still clutched around his heated body.
He continued to kiss her wildly as he laid them down on the ground. Almost forcefully although force was definitely not necessary. Her body was so warm and soft against his. So ready for him.
He cursed himself for not being able to hold back but his mind was on one thing only. He wanted to prepare her. Play with her needful body before he fucked her madly. But he couldn't restrain himself after all the years of longing and now weeks of being taunted by her presence. Weeks of being in the same house, watching her as she raised their cub, walking around in those skin tight dresses and heels. As she poked her finger into his chest when she told him off in anger. All those nights sleeping next to her, her little body covered by his arms and chest as he continuously inhaled her sweet scents.
She suddenly urged him on by grinding against him "Please Victor" she whispered in a moan.
It wasn't the kind of please that he'd been afraid of. It wasn't the 'No-Victor- stop' kind of please. It was the kind that he'd do anything for, just to hear her whisper it like she just had.
This was going to hurt. The healing factor would do that to a feral girl. Yet, he couldn't be arsed to worry about that right now. His claw ripped through her wet panties and he heard her scream as he pushed himself fully inside her hot core.
He growled madly when he felt how fucking tight she was. Ever so tight as the first time he fucked her. She clutched to him even more as he moved in and out of her. It hurt so much but she cared even less than him. She wanted this from the moment he walked through that door.
He moved inside her again and a few tears of pain left her eyes. He looked down at her face and quickly kissed away the tears. She looked up and smiled at him. A smile which made his world stop for a moment. His arms were around her, as if to hide his precious feral mate from the rest of the world so he would be the only one to reach out and touch her.
Her walls clutched around his hard cock, her pussy was so warm and so soft. He groaned again and increased his pace, fucking her painfully fast and intense. She moaned loudly and moved with him. His claws ripped through her bra so he could feel her hard nipples stroking his chest.
"I missed you so much" she moaned.
He pushed inside her, she tightened around him and he groaned "You missed me or…" he pushed forward again "This?" he taunted her as he smirked and fucked her even harder.
She giggled and relaxed a little around him, the pain having subsided for the most part, made it even more enjoyable "I missed you… and this also" she answered slowly.
With his left arm still around her, his right hand stroked up her waist, softly squeezing her breast. She moaned in pleasure and his lips found hers again. This time, kissing her more gently. His tongue teasing hers and tracing sweet path's on her lips and inside her mouth.
"I missed you too my little wolf" he spoke as his mouth slowly broke the contact with her lips "But I also hate you for leaving the way you did" he finished as he pushed inside her with as much force as possible.
"AW!" she painfully groaned.
He chuckled as his cock continued to punish her. She deserved it. The pain. All of it. If she would experience two percent of the pain that he felt all those years ago… it would be enough to bare.
His right hand moved up and closed around her neck. He only put a little pressure on it as he looked down on her and growled, baring his fangs to show it was serious business. But then he brought his face back to kiss her, more demandingly this time.
"I'm sorry Victor" she whispered as his lips broke the kiss slowly, guilt was showing clearly on her beautiful face.
He kissed her again "Don't be sorry little wolf".
Sometimes she didn't understand him. Or maybe he was just bi-polar or something. One minute he wanted to punish her for leaving him, hurting him. And then the next he told her it was okay.
Victor Creed was a strange man. A very strange man. But she didn't care right now as long as he kept fucking her the way he did. It felt too bloody good to have him inside her again. No matter how much it hurt at first. It was the most delicious feeling she'd ever experienced and she couldn't stop moving against him, wanting him to plunge inside her, longing for him to continue ramming inside her.
She threw her head back and he trailed a path of bite marks down her neck. She gasped as she enjoyed his hard cock filling her over and over again.
"Little wolf" he growled in her ear as he fucked her slowly "Don't leave again".
"I won't" she instantly replied as her hips slowly moved with his. She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
He suddenly pushed roughly inside her again, her nails impaled his back as she screeched.
" Cuz if you do" he continued growling "I will fuck you to death, then kill you".
Her nails scratched down his back, leaving read bloody marks "How can you kill me after you just fucked me to dea- Aw!" she screamed as he rammed again forcefully.
" Shut up little wolf" he murmured as he closed his eyes, enjoying her tightness clutching around his cock. For fuck sake, she was fucking milking him. He leaned up on his arms so he could see the expressions of pain and pleasure clearly on her beautiful face. He fucked her faster and faster, knowing he was on the brick of climaxing inside her sweet pussy. One of his arms pulled up her leg a little and he fucked her hard and fast, this position enabling him to move inside her even deeper. He threw his head back and roared wildly as he filled her up with his cum.
Then he collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. This was the longest fucking orgasm he ever had.
Ylva smiled secretively. Not sure if this was the wisest thing she'd ever done but she would worry about that in the morning. For now she just wanted to enjoy the heavy feeling of Victor Creed's body on top of hers, resting inside her, still rock hard as if they'd only just got it on.
Her slender arms were still around him, clutching him to her as if she was afraid she would lose him again after one night. One hands stroked his back as the other pressed against the back of his neck. She placed a few soft kisses on his shoulder before breaking the trance.
"I think… maybe… now we really should head home because-".
" No" he spoke determinedly "You should turn around, get down on all fours and spread your legs for me".
AN: I hope you liked it :-)
I have another important question for you... A while back I suddenly got inspiration for a different Victor Creed story (I hate it when that happens when I'm in the middle of this story!) but it was merely supposed to be a one shot... it got a little out of hand though. It's about Victor Creed buying a feral mutant who is completely estranged from the real world. I already wrote 3 chapters... I feel like posting it just to see what you think and then see where I take it from there. But one thing: it will be a short story! :-p NO really it will! xD
SO the question is: shall I wait a bit until I finish this one (which I will anyway!) or just post what I have so far?
And sorry if my updates are slow from now on... I kinda started playing World of Warcraft again after 4 years of being 'clean' lol. Sorry! ;-D