Eric POV
Eric awoke early, as per usual, and decided to take a shower. Normally, he would take a nice, warm shower, but today he needed some ice cold water. For some reason, he could not get the image of that bitchy Candor girl out of his mind. This confused Eric, because normally he got over girls pretty quickly. There were plenty of attractive women in Dauntless. No reason to really dwell on them. Yet for some unexplicable reason, this girl was different. She drew him in like a magnet and he couldn't seem to shake hold of her. He recalled last night, when she had pulled that gutsy move and shoved the butt of his gun into her forehead. God, that was fucking hot. Eric felt himself growing erect at the thought. Jesus, he needed to get himself together. He was not about to become completely undone by some fucking Candor wench. Still, the thought of relinquishing her to another man was unbearable. He recalled how Peter had looked at her - Alissa, Eric hissed in the back of his mind - and, with an animalistic growl of sheer possessiveness, released himself. His postnut clarity led him to a conclusion; she was his. She may not know it yet, but she was now Eric Coulter's woman, and come hell or high water, he would make sure everyone, including her, knew about it.
Eric had just put on his boxers when he heard an incessant banging at the door. Some of his men, grumbling, were waking up due to the noise. Grumbling himself, Eric stumbled over to the door and opened it to a see a tall, lithe Asian man in a black and white suit.
"Good morning, Mr. Coulter, my name is Jack Kang, I'm the leader of Candor, and I'd like to speak with you outside for a moment," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the hallway.
Finally, Eric thought, someone with some fucking information around here. "Sure," he replied, stepping outside into the hall and closing the door, albeit not all the way, since he didn't have a key to the room and didn't feel like locking himself out in his boxers. "Hope you don't mind my lack of...presentableness," Eric said, waving a hand over his state of undress.
"Completely understandable given the unexpected circumstances, Mr. Coulter," Kang calmly replied.
"Now, what was it you wanted me to talk about?"
"Ah yes, Mr. Coulter, it is my understanding that Dauntless' arrival was rather...unplanned, and that the method of arrival was quite shocking to members of some of our faction, who have begun to worry about their security here. As such, I must request that you and your men depart from the premises until the council of Candor can deliberate."
You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Eric thought. This motherfucker really thought he could just kick out a horde of trained soldiers, exhausted from hunting for days all over the city, until the high and mighty council finished taking their sweet time to make some formal fucking decision? Eric snorted, infuriated.
"I came here for answers, Jack! I'll be damned if I take my men around another fucking pointless 20 mile march all over the damn city for jackshit!"
"I understand that, Mr. Coulter, but Candor was not properly informed of and has not officially permitted your arrival. And especially given your...brash entrance the other evening, which, may I say, disturbed many of my faction's residents, we must ask you and your men to officially leave the premises while we as a faction convene to decide what our relationship with Dauntless will be in this matter."
"Look, I just came here for answers. I'll leave your damn faction as long as I can just get some information first."
"Unfortunately, Mr. Coulter, given the security risk you have clearly posed to me and my faction, I must first ask you to leave. I am happy to send over whatever documentation you wish to Dauntless' servers, but first you and your men must go."
Oh, no he fucking wouldn't. Eric's mind raced, scrambling for a solution that would allow him the information he had desperately been searching for. Suddenly, his eyes lit up upon seeing the Candor girl and her mesmerizingly beautiful emerald green eyes (fucking stop it already, Coulter!) peeking out from behind a doorway. He had a plan.
"Oh no, Jack. That's not enough. I need some sort of...guarantee that you'll provide us with the information. In fact, I think I'll take her as ransom," he said, dragging her over to him. Eric had to struggle to tamp down his growing erection after feeling her firm backside (the very same backside Peter had admired just last night, Eric thought with annoyance) rubbing into his pelvic area.
"Mr. Coulter, please, I'm sure we can work out an agreement," Jack pleaded, the desperation in his voice so despicably pathetic. Eric had half a mind to sneer at his weakness. Good thing he never transferred to Dauntless.
"Sure we can," Eric said, brimming with confidence, and deepening his voice so as to intimidate Jack. He pulled Alissa closer to his chest and felt her shiver. Pleased, Eric puffed his chest out and stuck his chin up, his eyes shining with pride. Suddenly, Eric smelled her arousal. Goddamn this woman. Eric inhaled, trying to concentrate on preventing the erection begging to break free, knowing that he was so fucking sexy that he had turned his woman on.
"The agreement is that my men and I will leave - with your young lady here - and as soon as you send the information we request over to Dauntless, we'll bring her back to you perfectly unharmed." Oh yes. This was the perfect agreement. He'd get the information he needed from Kang, and he'd get plenty of time with his woman. If she was turned on now, by tomorrow, he'd make sure that she'd be so lost in the throes of ecstacy that she would never remember the name of another man again. Oh yes, things were looking up for Eric Coulter.
"Mr. Coulter, I cannot allow you to kidnap one of the members of my faction-"
"Oh really?" Eric interrupted him, laughing. "I think, given last night, we both know that your faction's security is...less than stellar, to say the least. So what really makes you think you can stop me?"
Jack, cornered, pursed his lips. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to Alissa. Eric rolled his eyes. With a deep and heavy sigh, he concluded, "Fine. I will get the information to you by Thursday evening. Please return her by Friday, and make sure she is unharmed and taken good care of."
Eric nodded sharply. "Don't worry, Jack," he grinned. "I'll make sure she's well taken care of," he said, the lust in his voice leaking through as he wrapped his arms around Alissa, feeling her sizably large, round, perky breasts swallowing his muscular arms. God, this woman was built like an angel. Beautiful face, and dramatic, shapely hourglass curves that any man would die for. Of course such a woman deserved to only be with the best specimen of a man on the planet, which of course, Eric knew, was himself. Hell, he was literally a leader of the warrior faction and arguably one of the strongest, fiercest men in the entire city of Chicago. Practically everyone who knew him trembled in fear before him. But not her. For some godforsaken reason, not her. And it turned Eric on beyond fucking belief. He couldn't keep it in anymore, and, as soon as Jack turned around and walked away, his massive erection sprang forth with such force and intensity that it ripped right through his boxer shorts, leaving his Adonic body completely exposed in the middle of the empty corridor.
"Come, Alissa", he hissed, the double entendre in his words evident. Alissa shivered and moaned quietly. Eric felt a few drops from her panties fall onto his feet. "Tell me the truth, Alissa, you are a Candor after all. Do you want me?"
Alissa turned around and looked at him, then looked down at his massive genitalia with wide eyes that only served to increase Eric's arousal. She bit her lip and Eric had to clench his fists to reign it in. She looked up at him. "Do you want me?" she replied.
"Uh uh, little one. I asked you first," Eric said, his eyes glittering darkly. Her chin jutted up in defiance, "doesn't matter, you answer first."
God, her defiance was so fucking annoying sometimes. But it also was what Eric loved about her. He leaned in, brushing her hair off of her shoulder. "I don't think you know what you to do me, woman," he breathed into her neck. "Now tell me, do you want me to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams?"
Alissa's eyes widened. "Yes," she replied quietly. "What was that?" Eric cupped a hand around his ear, smirking. "Yes," Alissa replied, a little louder this time.
"Good," Eric replied, removing her slightly baggy shirt and sexy red lace bra quickly. He stepped back for a moment and admired her chest. God, she's fucking unbelievable. Absolutely, insanely massive, 32P-cup breasts that most men would cream over on that tight little body, and yet they're so perfectly round, and gravity-defyingly perky. They were the sexiest fucking breasts Eric had ever seen, and he felt his erection stiffen to an uncomfortable degree. How on earth did she not have a boyfriend? Most men would kill for a woman as stacked as that. No matter. It only made things easier for Eric to prove to her that he was the only man in the city worthy of her - and her sexy ass figure. Eric felt a bit of precum begin to form.
He quickly pressed her up against the wall, ramming his tongue down her throat before trailing a series of kisses down her body and over the arc of her large, shapely breasts. He suckled on her nipple while positioning her thighs around his hips. Letting go with a loud pop, and watching her spherical breast bounce back into its perky position, he looked at her for approval, but she was already lost in pleasure. She ain't seen nothing yet, Eric thought with a smirk, ramming his significantly larger than average manhood into her dripping femininity.
Oh, Eric, Alissa moaned in the throes of ecstasy, orgasming instantly, over and over and over again from the feeling of his super jacked chest ramming into her breasts over and over again as his giant man parts pushed in and out of her with incredible savagery.
As Alissa was finishing with a very contented sigh, Eric slammed into her a few more times before releasing himself into her with a feral roar, grasping onto her with all the strength contained in his muscular biceps. He knew that sex with her would be incredible when he first laid eyes upon her beautiful face and encountered her spunky attitude, but she had certainly managed to surpass his expectations. He needed to make sure, though, that she would never dream of finding pleasure with another man. Straightening up, he turned to her, leaning inches away from her face.
"Tell me, Alissa," he whispered huskily, "am I the sexiest man you've ever met?"
"God yes," she whispered reverently.
"Not enough, sweetheart," Eric whispered back. "How exactly am I the sexiest man you've ever met?"
Alissa bit her lip, blushing, as Eric felt the beginnings of another erection coming on as he stared at her angelic face. "You're so - so, so...masculine. So many of the men at Candor, they were honest, yes, and somewhat in shape, but god, none that had the strength and physique of you. You just...oozed power the minute you walked into the room. It was absolutely captivating," she admitted, breathless. "Now, tell me, what made you so attracted to me?"
"Well, for one thing," Eric said, stroking a thumb across her cheek, "your beautiful face and your gorgeous sparkling green eyes. For another," he attempted, but failed, to cup his large, calloused hands around her phenomenal, colossal-sized 32Ps, "your breasts are so incredibly gigantic, perky, and downright sexy." He ran a hand down her trim waist to the curvature of her back. "Your ass is fucking fantastic, and you have the curvy, pronounced hourglass figure that any man would kill for. And damn, baby, I would not hesitate to kill any fucking human being that crosses my path if it means I get to spent the rest of my life making sweet love to your defiant ass. God, you were so fucking ballsy when I ran into you, shoving the gun right into your face like that. Jesus, none of the women at Dauntless would have the guts to do what you did. I don't think you have any idea how fucking badly that turned me on, Alissa. I couldn't get you out of my head. Now that I know that I'm the sexiest man you've ever met, which, to be fair, can't fucking blame you, I need to have you, Alissa. I need to know - are you mine?" Eric asked fervently, dipping his head down to the swell of her neck.
Alissa stared up at him for a moment. "Fuck yes," she breathed.
"Good," Eric growled, eyes shining with pure joy as he mashed his tongue into the entrance of her mouth, his manhood already rearing up for round two of what was sure to be a very long morning in a very secluded hallway of Candor.