**I know it's been a while, but I needed time to mourn the loss of my sister. I know she wouldn't want me to do this to myself, to stop writing, which I thought about doing several times since her death. She'd kick my ass if I did that, I know it, so I'm going to continue and at least finish posting the stories that are up right now. As far as future work, we'll just have to wait and see. Thank you all for being incredibly patient, I know my postings have been sporadic and I can't promise it won't keep happening because...well...life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the new installments and God bless you all!**

Chapter 51

Testing the waters, she raised her right arm and then the left, flexing her fingers and moved her head from side to side, readjusting to being able to use her body again. It was weird, being completely paralyzed, but Abigail would take any punishment Mark wanted to dish out. She deserved it after what she did with Ambrose, feeling guilty about it ever since it happened. It had torn her up inside, even during losing her virginity. Reaching out, Abigail pulled the tank from his jeans and pushed it up over his head, her hands gliding down his muscular chest.

He hadn't pushed her too far, Abigail didn't think that was possible, in all honesty. Pressing soft kisses to his chest, she reached down to unsnap his jeans and pushed them down his legs, freeing his throbbing erection. Without a second thought, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, once again only doing the tip because he was MUCH more endowed than Dean. Her actions would speak far louder than words because a simple 'I'm sorry' wouldn't cut it. Abigail on her knees was delicious but impractical because of his height. Groaning, he took hold of her hair, reigning back gently until she was looking up at him in confusion.

"Kneel on the bed." Taker ordered, watching as she slowly moved to do so, gesturing with his finger that he wanted her kneeling faced towards him and stepped forward.

This was better, now he was right at her level. For all the times he had cursed having a very low to the ground bed, today he was thankful. A second later, her lips were wrapped around him again and he fisted her thick hair, letting his head lull back.

The moans flowing out of her mouth sent vibrations throughout his body, her hands gripping his outer thighs to where her nails dug into his skin. Soon, she was driving as much of his cock in and out of her mouth, stretching her jaw, and managed to get past the tip a little bit. Jesus, this man was HUGE; she would never be able to fit all of him in her mouth, no matter how much practice she had. He was simply hung like a horse, possibly two.

She looked up at him, seeing the ecstasy on his face mixed with the anger, and never stopped her ministrations, moving her hand up to grab handfuls of his beautiful backside. This man wore a pair of jeans like no other and the fact he was muscular from head to toe was also a plus, but not overly beefy. It hurt for him to fist her hair, but Abigail refused to show the pain and brought him to his near-end, hungry for his seed, to taste him.

"Oh no, darlin'…" It nearly killed him to extract his cock from her very eager mouth, but he did it, gently but firmly pushing her back, away from him, down onto the bed. "Not yet." Taker took a few deep breaths, mentally talking himself back from the point of no return. "When I cum, it'll be balls deep inside your tight little cunt, Abigail." Not her delicious mouth.

Abigail swallowed hard at the acid in his eyes and barely caught her breath before his mouth descended on hers again like a vulture. He stepped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side before planting a knee between her quivering thighs, her hands reaching up to touch him. She hissed out, his teeth catching her bottom lip to nibble on it, and kissed him back with an equal amount of passion, fire, love, lust, all of it.

"I love you…"

His forehead rested against hers and she gasped out, his cock plummeting inside of her, not giving her a chance to adjust to his massive size. More punishment. She clung to Mark, whimpering as he thrust in and out of her like a jackhammer, his face buried in her neck and his teeth once again sinking into the spot where her shoulder and neck fused. Mark could hurt her all he wanted, punish her for hours on end, she would never stop loving him or tell him to stop. He knew on some level he was hurting her, but at the same time, her sex was soaked and eager, there had been no resistance there. So it wasn't outright pain, outright hurt, but it was definitely punishment.

"Mine." He growled against the spot he had marked, before working his way back to her lips, capturing her mouth in a demanding, greedy kiss.

A hand moved down to her thigh, pulling her leg up and then he leaned back, surveying her. Rosy, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, panting…. yes, he was hurting her all right. Exquisite pain Abigail relished in and she met him for every thrust, her eyes never once leaving him. Her body arched against him, giving him everything she had and more. It was all his, she belonged to him completely in every way and never would make a mistake again.

"Yes, only yours…" She breathed out, her hand curving on his broad shoulder, and hoped to whatever god was in this world he let her climax, to finally reach her end, not sure if she could take much more.

He had held himself back, so when they came together it would be powerful and explosive. She'd get her climax, when she was near being raving mad, begging for her release, or when he was. The way he was feeling, it could go either way. Taker put Abigail through her paces, twisting and torquing her body, withdrawing from her to make her cry out at the loss only to fill her recurrently. He lost track of time, intent on her and the things he was doing to her, making her feel, his eyes always roaming back to her face, rather enjoying the play of emotions that danced across her beautiful features.

"P-Please…p-please n-no more…" Abigail pleaded with him, fresh tears filling her eyes because she'd never felt this amount of burning in her life. Her pussy was on the verge of calling it quits and drying up on her, there was only so much stimulation a woman could take. There was only so much Abigail could take, period. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry please! M-Make it stop…please m-make it stop…"

Gripping her hair between her fingers, Abigail cried out as he continued thrusting harshly in and out of her sore sex, the pain and pleasure magnitude through the roof. He had her face down with her backside in the air, keeping control of this dance the entire time and she too lost track of time, but the sun was gone. It was nighttime, and she didn't even know how long they'd been going at it, how long he'd drawn this punishment out. If she passed out, it would be his fault since she'd have zero say in when it happened.

"I-I can't…take anymore…"

At this point, he was torturing himself. His balls were ready to empty themselves with or without his permission. Taker could feel the start of what would be a spectacular case of blue balls if he didn't finish this soon. Reaching around her, Taker wrapped his hand around Abbie's throat, drawing her back, and moved with her, not wanting to hurt her anymore. She was about to shut down regardless of what he did.

"I love you." He whispered huskily in her ear before slamming home one last night.

If there were going to be explosions of light and really, really loud noises amplified by magic during their… sex, Malcolm was going to have to talk to his son about controlling those things.

All he got from her was a weak cry because her vocal cords were sore, along with the rest of her body, sagging against him as he exploded inside of her violently. She passed out, her body hitting the bed like a sack of potatoes the moment he released her. Abigail didn't feel him lift her to position her in the bed or cover her up with the blanket, or his arm wrapping around her body to spoon up against her. All she saw was darkness and she couldn't feel how badly her pussy throbbed from the pounding it endured. Mark was right, she would never – EVER feel the intensity, the passion, and desire for another man like him.

She didn't wake up for the next 12 hours, completely dead to the world and everyone in it.

When Abigail did wake up, it was… quite late in the morning. He had tended to her, rubbed salve on her more tender bits, and even gone as far as to bathe her. Abigail hadn't roused one bit and he decided he was going to have to give her body a rest. He didn't know anymore if it was him or the magic, being able to hold out as long as he did, but he knew she couldn't handle it on a nightly basis. By the time she started to wake up, he had food and water waiting, sitting beside the bed in an old, leather recliner, a book in his lap.

Every part of her body was sore from head to toe, but thanks to the salve and bathing, it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it should. Abigail slowly opened her eyes, her vision temporarily blurred, and pushed herself up, not remembering anything past being tortured sexually by her boyfriend. Her gaze landed on him sitting in a leather recliner and Abigail tilted her head, dragging the blanket up with her as she sat up more.

"What happened?" She asked in a soft voice, rubbing the spot on her shoulder where he'd sank his teeth into and hissed out, pulling her fingers away. It felt like she was run over by a truck…a very angry, 6'10, 300-pound truck. "Oh god, did I…pass out on you?"

"Mmm, you did, darlin'." He peered over his book at her and then set it down, leaning forward in the chair to study her.

Malcolm had gotten a hold of him during his foray down to the common house for food. He had asked about Abigail, he had… sort of lied and said she was indisposed. Malcolm was a nosy old bastard, he didn't remember him being that way, but then again, he had been a kid back then. Suffice to say, Malcolm had cemented his thoughts about the magic and sex thing. He had to be a bit gentler with his woman.

"You've been asleep for… over 12 hours now."

"W-WHAT?!" Abigail's jaw dropped, her eyes wide, and looked at the clock on the nightstand, which was battery operated. "Oh my god…" This was the second time she'd slept a long period after a sexual bout with Mark. "Okay, I gotta ask this and I hope you don't get mad at me for it, but…did you cast some kind of spell on me during sex, so I slept that long?" Hell, he might've done it and not even realized it. When he just shook his head at her with a chuckle, Abigail scowled and tossed the blankets off of her, groaning as a zip of pain shot through her vagina. "Oh fuck…" She needed a shower and food, glancing at the tray on the table. With a wave of his hand, she was laying back down and then propped up against the headboard with the tray on her lap. "You REALLY have to stop doing that."

"Just slow your roll, woman." Taker ordered, getting up to retrieve an old but serviceable robe for her to put on. He had figured she might not be up to putting on pants. "Here." Laying it across her legs before going to get the bottle of ibuprofen, he knew it would help with the pain and swelling. "I uh, did talk to my old man, though," He admitted, somewhat sheepishly, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, offering her the pills along with the glass of water from the bedside stand. "He said something about needing to watch the magic during sex… apparently, it overrides my natural… stamina." He didn't like that, what if he was a minute to win it kind of guy?

"Mark, you were angry yesterday and I don't blame you for it. I don't think it was your magic so much as your anger fueling you."

Abigail would never lie to him or keep something from him again. Lesson learned. Angry sex with Mark was exquisite, but also incredibly painful the next day. They had angry sex twice now, there was no making love or gentle sex between them yet. He cupped her face and she leaned into it, kissing his hand.

"It's not that I didn't enjoy it because I did. I enjoy every time I'm with you, pain and all. I just hope…the anger is gone, and we can move on from this, maybe try it gently next time. See if I do like the rough stuff or if I'm more prone to the softer side of you."

"Darlin', I'm going to take into account you're… not very educated about sex." It was weird though, her dismissing the magic, that was weird. "There's a difference between angry, grudge sex and fuck your woman until she passes the hell out." That wasn't normal, especially back-to-back sessions, so to speak. "I don't want to hurt you, Abbie." Not like that anyway, some hurts were good. He smiled slightly, caressing her face with the back of his hand. "And when you're, ah… recovered, I'll show you the gentler side."

"You didn't hurt me, not in a bad way. I…deserved what happened and I'm counting my lucky stars I didn't lose you over what I did. I love you, Mark. And I'm so sorry for what I did." Stephanie's words 'don't hurt him' rolled through her mind again and Abigail felt nauseous because she'd done exactly that by being with Dean. "Fuck."

Rushing out of the bed, she barely made it to the bathroom before emptying the contents of her stomach, ignoring every other pain in her body. She leaned back to press her back against the wall. Once everything was out of her system, Abigail drew her knees up, burying her face in them with her arms wrapped around her legs.

"Damn it…I'm sorry…"

"Bit too soon to be pregnant, darlin'." Taker informed her, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom and moved forward to flush the toilet before drawing water for her to wash up with. "Come on, Abbie, enough punishing yourself. What's done is done, and we're moving on from it, right?" Unless she wanted to go nail Ambrose in the balls again, he'd gladly watch that replay. "Abigail," When she didn't move, he bent down to help her up onto her feet. "Stop making yourself sick over it."

She was internally tearing herself to shreds and he hadn't made it any easier on her, punishing her with sex. Hell, he was only adding to her issues. Abigail had lived a sheltered life, she didn't know much about any of this, proper sexual relationships, and the actual emotions that went with them. All she knew was Wyatt's obsessions and the breeding program.