A/N: I am sorry I've been so delayed in updating. Life has gotten so busy and exhausting. I'm sure many of you can relate.
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And thank you to whoever is taking time to read this story. Maybe one of you can write the next Stormtooth worship fic! (I just invented that abbreviation. Like it?)
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He wasted little time. Although he crushed himself to her the moment she gave her assent, covering her mouth with his own in delicious gratitude, he quickly pulled away again, removing her shoes and socks gingerly. His pants already unbuttoned, he pushed them with a single motion to the ground where he could step out of them.
Ororo's gasp gave him pause.
Her heart skipped at the sight of his erection extending heavily downward like a sword at parade rest and her legs closed involuntarily, protectively, like an oyster shell guarding its pearl. "Uh, uh," he rasped. "Open those thighs back up." She complied obediently, and saw his cock twitch in response. "Don't worry," he growled hoarsely, "I'll be...gentle." He pushed her softly back to the bed, and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them outward while lowering his face toward her mound.
Inhaling deeply, a low vibration emanated from his chest. The vibration grew to a profound rumble as his tongue began circling her wet center. But just as Ororo thought he might dive into her from there, he raised his head, and slid his body on top of hers. As he pressed himself to her, she sighed with pleasure at the feeling of his skin against hers.
He took her wrists in his hands automatically, but this time she twisted slightly against her bondage. "Victor," she breathed. "Let me touch you." The widening of his eyes was almost imperceptible, as was the stilling of his body as he released her. Bringing her hands down to cup his face, she tilted it down, caressing it with her lips, running along his cheekbone, then brow, down his nose, and back to his mouth. There she stopped, her mouth few millimeters from his, inhaling from him, exhaling back.
Sabretooth stilled completely, as if the moment might shatter if he didn't. She slipped her hands away from his face and into his hair, letting her nails scrape gently along his scalp, he groaned and allowed his eyes to droop shut. She kissed his eyes; he sighed. She kissed his lips; he shuddered. He swallowed hard, and opened his eyes back up, his face defenseless for the first time.
They gazed at each other for a breath. Ororo wondered what unfathomable thoughts lay behind his coal eyes. But then she stopped wondering and kissed him, kneading the back of his neck gently. He moaned and kissed back, first gently, then progressively more intensely, until his arms were wrapped tightly around her and his tongue was buried in her throat. His groans became louder, too, until finally he flexed and Ororo felt sharp stabs in her side and shoulder where he gripped her.
"Ororo," he gasped, opening his hands like dropping a hot object. His claws were partially extended, and tiny drops of blood dotted each tip. Ororo just smiled gently and pulled his mouth back to hers. She expected to feel painful slices at any moment before realizing he had twisted his wrists so that his fingers gripped the sheets below her, and she relaxed feeling the muscles of his forearms ripple beneath her.
He pulled away slightly and said quietly, "You're gonna have to guide me in. My claws..." She kissed him again and caressed his face. "Yes, Victor." His eyes grew cloudy as she slid her hand down his throat, past his chest and abdomen, and took him her hand. His body shivered and he pulsed in her hand. Ororo too shivered, her long slender fingers not able to encircle his girth. She tensed slightly as she placed him at her entrance.
Noticing her apprehension, he murmured, "Relax." He pushed ever so slightly in, and then withdrew, allowing her to get used to his width. Each time, he pushed in a few degrees more, kissing her at the same time to distract with the ministrations of his mouth. But soon he reached a limit. His gentle pushes no longer carried him further. "Ororo, I have to push harder."
He couldn't grip her with his hands, so he flexed his right arm, which was curled below the small of her back. She felt his iron forearm pull her groin tightly against his, and then his thrust, pushing him in deeply. He shuddered with pleasure, and dropped his head for a moment, savoring the feeling. Ororo concentrated on loosening herself as he thrust hard again trying to get closer still. She lifted her knees allowing the width and weight of him push her thighs completely open. With one last hard thrust, he was fully within her.
Ororo's head fell back to the mattress limply, as she tried to relax herself for what was to come. Sabretooth frowned. "Are you...okay?" She nodded weakly, but began to feel the stirrings of a fear she had not expected. His tremendous weight, the constriction, her utter helplessness beneath him, it was like being trapped under a mountain, like the rubble that had nearly crushed her as a child. He began to move slowly, and it was as if the mountain was inside of her. She felt the rising heat of panic in her face as her claustrophobia began to overwhelm her, and yet as Sabretooth's pelvis ground firmly against her, she thought she had never felt such pleasure. "Victor," she whimpered, not sure if she was begging him to stop or begging him not to.
The sound of his name uttered so tremulously seemed to ignite Sabretooth, and suddenly his body came alive, a writhing python engulfing its prey. Her body was vanquished, crushed by him, stretched open obscenely wide, held inescapably tight. He ground and kneaded her. Bit and licked. And she gave herself in complete abandon, for what could she do but be subjugated by him as he penetrated her deeply, completely, repeatedly.
And still the panic rose along with her pleasure, two racers neck in neck careening on a wild track. She moaned and whimpered, wondering which sensation would win out until the two became entwined, fused in to something more powerful than she had ever experienced. Her body felt like a conductor of all the Earth's energy, the current of a thousand generators coursing through her.
A long stuttered moan trailed out of her throat, and Victor shuddered in response. He too groaned and hissed as he moved inside her. Desperately, he sought her mouth with his own, trying to get deeper, ever deeper. Starting to lose his rhythm, Sabretooth rasped, "Come on baby, let me hear it. Lemme hear you scream." And she did, crying out against his skin as he bit and sucked her lower lip.
As soon as her orgasm began to die away, she felt the ascension to another peak building. "Oh, Victor. I think I'm coming again. Goddess." She clung to the back of his neck, dizzy with ecstasy, the moans coming unrelentingly forth. Sabretooth's embrace became almost crushing as he lost control. Lifting his head, something between a furious roar and a melancholy wail bellowed from his chest. He continued to thrust spasmodically as he rode out the aftershocks, until his body slumped heavily against her, heaving with harsh breaths.
They lay for a time like that, both of them savoring the afterglow. I can't believe I just did that with Victor Creed. And I can't believe I don't want to let go. She kept her arms wrapped around him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck. She wanted to hold his head where it had settled pressed up against her neck, wanted to delay seeing his face now that he had gotten what he wanted.
Eventually, he raised himself on his elbows to look at her, and as much as she wanted to avoid his eyes, she couldn't help but look back. His face was impenetrable, and incredibly she found her heart aching as she assumed the worst. And what is the worst? His getting up and walking out the door? It has to happen that way; this situation is untenable. He's gotten me out of his system, and now we can both move on. Suddenly filled with anxiety, she began trying to wriggle out from under him as if being the first one to leave might give her some peace.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said roughly, holding her firmly in place. Even his rough words made her stomach flutter. She shrugged bashfully and looked away, not able to articulate the insecurity she felt.
"You didn't like that?" he asked, his tone clearly indicating that he knew better. She looked up at him powerlessly wanting and gasped as he felt him harden again inside of her. He smirked slightly at her reaction, but then leaned in to kiss her neck. "Well, then. Let me try again."