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The Right Path	By : DeeLish Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5062 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do no own any of the characters contained in this story, (apart from Louisa) nor do i own any part of the X-Men or Marvel Comics. I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
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(Serious sexual content ahead...you've been warned...)
Chapter Six
*FLASHBACK*
Amazon touched the back of her hand lightly to her freshly split lip; she drew it back and regarded the blood there with the same type of disdain she usually saved for her enemies. Wiping her hand on the torn hem of her dress, she spat roughly on the floor; a great gob of blood and saliva thudding against the mud and began to disappear almost straight away.
"Had enough yet…little girl?" Victor purred viciously as he circled her widely. His forehead was damp with heavy beads of sweat, the exertion of his battle with his enemy leaving tell tale signs on his body. He had fought her hard and fast, she had matched him blow for blow; of course however, she had come off much worse. She lacked his regeneration factor and her black skin was mottled with many bleeding cuts, grazes and slices. It pleased him to know he had hurt her so badly, and that she had barely even nicked the surface of him. He had marked her, branded, beaten and bloodied, he loved it. But had Victor have been a regular man, or even a mutant without the ability to regenerate, the outcome of this feud would have been very different.
"Never." Amazon spat back with all the fury of hell in her voice. Her eyes glowing ruby red as fire surged behind them.
"Very well…" He grinned savagely with a slight nod of his head in her direction.
But before Victor even had the chance to move towards her, the Nubian woman lunged forward with a screaming war-cry that shattered the still of the expansive forest. With unimaginable speed, she buried her long ceremonial dagger hilt deep into his great chest. Victor roared in agony as he felt the blade pierce his skin and root itself into his soft flesh. He knew the wound would heal quickly, but the pain was never lessened or dulled for him, he felt it acutely. With both hands clasped firmly around the bottom of the blade, Amazon twisted it sharply to the left and dragged it all the way down to his navel in one fluid movement. Blood poured from the wound, gushing from Victor's body in warm, spurting torrents.
With the nimblest of flicks, the dark skinned woman flipped herself over eight feet away from him and crouched into a low defensive potion, another dagger glistening and ready in her right hand. She knew that putting distance between Creed and herself was the wisest thing she could do right now. With liquid eyes she watched as Victor groaned when he withdrew the blade from his gut; the long open wound that travelled from chest to navel had already healed by the time the dagger hit the floor.
"Never gutted me a cat before, guess there's a first for everything." Amazon snarled as she curled her lips up into a lethal snarl.
Victor bared his fangs then roared so loud it filled the entire forest with a deep and terrifying guttural sound. He flung himself onto all fours and charged towards her with all the speed his body could summon. He dug his claws into the earth as he scrambled to afford himself more speed. His immense frame flew through the air, propelled by the strength in his arms and the incredible drive in his back legs.
He extended his arms out in front of him and caught the black woman ever so slightly off guard and around her waist, dragging her to the floor beneath him. She hit the mud hard, her head cracking off the floor with a bone shaking thump. Her muscled body bore the brunt of his weight as he landed heavy on top of her. The blade she was carrying was knocked from her grip and landed too far for her to be able to reach for it. Her eyes connected with Victors for less than a second before she decided to fight him with her very hands.
Instinctively, Amazon pulled back her balled right hand and connected it firmly with Victor's left cheek; blood spewed from his mouth as the force of her punch registered in his brain and with his body. She was strong, easily stronger than most men he had fought and her punch had all the kick of goddamn mule behind it. The punch caught Victor unawares; too busy imagining the things he could do to her whilst she lay under him squirming. Snapping his head back like a rubber band, Victor glared down at her as she lay beneath him still; her body tense, her eyes glaring and her muscles coiled tight under her ebony skin. Rage boiled deep within Victor's chest as he felt his fury reach a fever pitch. He pulled his own colossal arm back as far as it would reach and focused all his energy into his huge fist as it flew through the air.
Amazon moved faster than she had ever moved before, her head ducking to the side just as Victor's fist connected with the mud with a sickening thud; it he hit her head, there would be little left of her face to identify. He cursed loudly as the skin covering his knuckled split on impact with the earth, then healed just as quickly. Flipping and contorting her body over in the strangest way, Victor found himself suddenly beneath her now; Amazon standing over him and reigning down upon his body a thousand punches and kicks that stung like deadly snakebites. She struck at his face with her balled hands repeatedly, feeling bone crunch under her knuckles and then reform again just as she connected a few seconds later. Her feet crashed into his sides painfully, finding his kidneys and other vital organs with practised precision. The black woman above him moved so quickly that Victor was struggling to secure a grip on any part of her lithe body in an attempt to halt her blows.
After a few moments on the floor, the fight that seemed amusing at first began to tire him and his rage and irritability soared; he could end this whenever he wanted, take back control and hurt her so bad. Victor roared deeply and swung his left arm out to his side, his clawed hand trailing along the ground. Suddenly a deafening scream filled the air, a piercing ring of shrill sound reverberated through the trees. A savage grin splayed across Victors face as his hand had found its mark.
Amazon hit the floor hard, she doubled her body over and clutched at her ankle. Drawing her hand up to face level, she eyed the blood on her fingers and felt it begin to pump out of the wound she had sustained. She knew with out even looking at the wound that Victor had severed her Achilles tendons, an injury that had certainly disabled any thought she had of keeping upright; she would have to fight him on the ground. Pain coursed through her body, every nerve and fibre of her being screamed in agony, but she kept her tears in her mind; she would afford him no satisfaction in seeing her weeping beneath him, she knew what he liked.
Victor flipped his frame over and crouched down low, just over arms length away from the prostrate Amazon. His feline eyes travelling the length of her body from chin to toe; she was exceptionally beautiful, even by Victor's standards. Her divine black skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and blood, her nails were caked heavily with dirt and her torn battle dress was riding high on her muscular thighs. Leaning forward quickly, he placed a great clawed hand on her right knee and pushed down hard; feeling her bones give way beneath his touch, hearing the cracking and fracturing as he laughed heartily. Amazon screamed in excruciating agony, her joint split into a hundred little pieces, the ball and socket shattered and bent into an irreparable angle.
Victor felt another twinge of passion stirring in his loins, his lust intensifying as his liquid eyes poured over her vulnerably form. He felt exceptionally good, more powerful than he had felt in a very long time; the feeling of strength she was feeding him like this was addictive to him. He had enjoyed fighting her; it had aroused him to the point of pain. Every blow she dealt him made him want her just that little bit more, as if her anger and railing against him was feeding his body with the most powerful aphrodisiac. He felt an overwhelming surge within him as his serotonin levels soared, his body kicked up a gear and his cock twitched agonizingly. Far from feeling emasculated or threatened by her fight against him, it pushed him further into dominant alpha male position; knowing he had her fear and her very life in his hands was the ultimate arousal for him.
"That's a pretty nasty break you've gone and gotten yourself little girl…" Victor grinned.
"I'll live." Amazon spat back, wincing ever so slightly at the unbelievable pain in her legs.
Victor crept forward a few more inches, being mindful of Amazons hands. Without her knives she was an easier target to handle, but those big hands and nimble fingers of hers were still lethal, even minus the sharpened blades. She was a true wildcat, utterly unpredictable and a fighter till the end.
"You know, I could take you see someone about your little injury, but if I did that…it'd cost ya…" He smiled deeply, his flat tongue playing over his gleaming white fangs.
"I'd rather die than let you touch me...freak." Amazon spat hard at Victor, ensuring that a great gob of red blood and gooey spittle landed on his face.
By the time Amazon's head hit the floor just moments after her expulsion of bodily fluids, she was already dead. She hadn't even had time to properly enjoy her own death; Victor moved faster than he had ever moved before. He was upon her before she even had time to realise that he had moved towards her. Amazons honed body was now limp and lifeless against the muddy floor, her eyes already misting over as death took hold of her fully.
Victor regarded the corpse at his feet. Two feelings fought for control within him, both vying for his full attention. A swell of animalistic pride feed his over inflated ego as he gloated maliciously over her body; his enemy, conquered and destroyed by his hands at laying at his feet was the most delicious sight in the world to him. It made him beam and feel unstoppable. But a twinge of something else pulled at his soul, something unusual and utterly unlike anything he could recall. After musing upon it for a moment, he labelled the feeling sadness, for want of a better word. He supposed it made him feel sad to see her dead on the cold floor; it almost pained him to know that he had killed her and that their erotic fight was over, he would never know her body alive. She was the strongest woman he had encountered, let alone to have the utter arousal of fighting against; he furrowed his deep brow as he wondered who he would battle against now? Who would provide him with something so utterly sexual yet unyieldingly violent? He wondered if he should have left her alive so that he might enjoy their fight again, replaying it over and over in the privacy of a bedroom, or a kitchen, or a basement. But with a snort he pushed the repulsive thought from his head, instead allowing her death to fill him with satisfaction and arrogance.
But he had to concede, even in death she was beautiful to him; in the strangest animalistic sense of the word. Her cold skin sung to him, her lifeless lips pouted in an eternal kiss, her nipples hardened wonderfully as rigor mortis took told of her flesh. For a brief moment, Victor considered fucking her where her corpse lay. He would finally know what she felt like beneath him as he fucked her as roughly as he could before he spilled himself deep into her mangled corpse. He had no compunction against necrophilia, the blood and open chest wound was no deterrent to him; in polar opposite, he found the sight almost arousing and quite enticing. However, he much preferred the whimpers and cries of the living, the sound being so much sweeter than the silence of the dead; he left the cadaver unsoiled.
Standing and drawing himself up to his full height, Victor grinned wildly as he viewed the corpse at his feet. The great gaping hole in Amazon's chest was dripping with fresh blood and torn flesh; tendons and sinew dangled down and trailed across the earth. In his hand, Victor felt a final tremor pulse through the bloody heart he was holding; its life gave out beneath his fingers as his extended claws pierced the tender muscle. Raising the dead heart to his lips, he sunk his fangs deep into the tissue; blood and fluid seeping from the muscle and oozing down his face, dissolving into his thick facial hair. He ripped a chunk from the heart, closing his eyes briefly as he chewed long and hard. The bloody hunk of flesh rolled around his mouth and his senses were pricked as the blood trickled down his throat. In one large gulp, he swallowed the masticated meat, feeling it travel down his oesophagus, making him grin widely.
He stepped over Amazon's lifeless corpse and dropped the bitten heart into the deep bloody cavity of her chest. He extended her the courtesy of a half nod in her direction, he wasn't sure why he did it, it somehow just felt right. Turning his back on her for the final time, Victor slunk off into the rising darkness of the night forest with murder on his mind.
*END FLASHBACK*
Victor didn't feel any pain from Louisa's pathetic excuse for a punch; he had had drinks with more fight in them. In reality, it was no worse than being struck by a freshly made snowball; her little balled fist just glancing off the left side of his face and disappearing somewhere behind the back of his head. Still, the punch caught him off guard, knocking the flashback from his head before he even had time to register it himself. She had taken him completely by surprise, a rare and very usual occurrence. His great hulking frame stumbled and he rocked back heavy on his heels, no more than an arms length away from her.
Realising she had stunned him momentarily, Louisa grabbed her chance and managed to scramble a few measly feet away from Victor before she felt his clawed hand grasp hold of her leg tightly. She cried out as she felt his talons extended and puncture the tender skin of her ankle. With one fluid movement and a sadistic smile, Victor dragged Louisa back towards him. She let slip a desperate whimper, her fingernails raking and scratching across the lino floor, trying to find purchase on anything she might be able to cling to. Her attempts were in vain as Victor flipped her over onto her back and slid her body beneath his; securing her under him by kneeling on her forearms, his body seated squarely on her thighs. Louisa yelped in pain as her fragile bones bore the immense weight of Victor's frame.
He placed his hands on either side of her head, with a slow and cold precision that turned Louisa's blood cold. His mouths hovered only centimetres from her ear, and his words poured into her with all the toxicity of polonium.
"I don't give a shit about your pain, frail, so don't make me feel it. You serve me and my needs, I don't give a fuck about yours." Victor's mouth curled back into a snarl, his sharp fangs glimmering in the low evening light of the apartment. His words shot from his mouth, like shards of glass travelling at speed, they pierced Louisa and cut her deep.
Lifting the corner of his mouth into a deadly, wry smile, Victor considered the clothes she was wearing. His thoughts played in his eyes; recognising them, Louisa attempted to plead with him.
"Please…not like this…"
Before she could finish her sentence, the back of Victor's hand connected with her right cheek and sent her head flying to the left. She felt her own coppery blood fill her mouth and it made her gag and retch. An intense stinging sprung up in her bottom lip as she gingerly tongued the split he had just given her. Her cheek burned with a fiery intensity, the pain was so sharp and severe that she cried out loud, sending dark red blood splattering from her broken lips. Tears welled immediately in her eyes and her chin quivered in a desperate attempt to not cry openly before him.
"Shut the fuck up, frail. The only thing I want you begging for is your life." Victor growled dangerously; there were no veiled threats in his voice only latent promises.
Beneath him, her breaths came quickly now; hitching as dry sobs in her throat before morphing into wet whimpers accompanied by a trickle of salty tears. Victor let an animalistic grin splay across his face as the melodious sound of her quite cries rung in his ears. The satisfying sound made the confines of his pants seem that little bit tighter and increasingly more uncomfortable. Having him beneath her, bloodied and beaten, made his victory over her seem all the more sweet. With his hands now firmly planted on the floor on either side of her head, he extended his claws further, allowing Louisa to see them as they grew in length. Another choked whimper escaped her mouth and Victor savoured every delicious note of it; he made a mental note to take the time to try and backtrack, making her reproduce that exquisite sound for him later on.
Louisa's tears slid down her cheeks with abandon now; she was gasping in air in a vain attempt to calm herself. Victor could feel her pulse pounding beneath her skin as her boiling blood raced around her body. In the semi dark of the apartment, he lowered his head and ran his rough flat tongue over her delicate jaw line, capturing her tears with his mouth; even they belonged to him, he would not waste them. Her tears were salty but tasted almost as sweet as her blooded tasted. The very knowledge that he was the source of her crying filled him with a potent surge of power. It coursed through his veins thicker than his own blood, and with the strength of a thousand kills.
Victor moved with all the fluidity of a panther and all the precision of a killer; his body was built for death and suffering. Slowly, he raked his hands down from Louisa's tender neck to her soft skin of her flattened stomach, his extended talons shredding the material of her grey vest top in their wake. Four thin red lines ran from collarbone to navel on each side of her breasts as his fierce claws had penetrated more than just flimsy material; the lines dotted with bright red blood in places, but failing to bleed profusely. Louisa cried harder and her body shook lightly as she wept for him to stop. To Victor, the sounds of her sobbing only fuelled his need to inflict more pain upon her. He was a true sadist, he took his pleasure from the misery and suffering of other, but he didn't care, he liked it that way, he was a fucking animal.
With a grin and a careless flick of his wrist, the ruined fabric fell away from Louisa's body, leaving her upper torso at the mercy of his lewd and merciless gaze. Her nakedness was adding to her suffering, her bared skin, vulnerable to him, was providing as much suffering as anything else he might inflict upon her. Victor felt his groin ache and twitch once more as he drank in the sight of her bra-less body, Louisa could feel the pressure in his trousers strain ever so slightly against her body. His eyes lingered over her breasts and the marks he had left upon her skin; his eyes greedily following the contours her darkened areole, ghosting over her pale pink nipples as they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. Her pale skin radiated in the low light of the apartment, it had an almost ethereal glow to it; the very thought repulsed Victor, he needed something much less whimsical and something altogether more real.
Quicker than Louisa could even realise, Victor bent his head and secured his mouth to the outer swell of her tender breast and sunk his teeth into the flesh they found there. Louisa screamed in agony as she felt his fangs embed themselves into her tender skin and flesh. Tears streamed from her eyes as the unimaginable pain in her chest intensified and burned ferociously. She arched her back clean off the floor as pain rushed through her with fiery intensity, before slamming herself back down again as she tried to wriggle free from his ministrations. Her arms thrashed beneath his knees but gained no freedom from his pressure; her legs kicked wildly but gave her no respite from his attack. In response to her thrashing, Victor clamped his mouth down even harder and extracted another painful and high pitched cry from her. Louisa felt sure that he would bite through her breast; he was going to rip a chunk of her flesh from the side of her modest breast and he would enjoy every moment of it.
Her blood filled his mouth and ignited something deep within him that even Victor could not control. It was as if a red mist had veiled his eyes and he viewed the world not in terms of colours, sounds and emotions, but in brutal actions, pain and sex. The animal inside him raged and railed against its cage, rattling and shaking him to the very core, driven by lust and a desire for blood. He wanted her to fight him; he needed her to resist him to the last, her battle against him made the glow so much more powerful for him. She angered him to his very core, her weakness, her frailty, her ridiculous mortality; he needed an Amazonian, his Amazon to fight him and challenge him to the last breath. He needed pain from the stabs of her blade and the sting of her kicks in his gut, but Louisa provided him with none of what he desired. His grey eyes turned black with fury as his needs went unfulfilled.
Louisa noticed the change in his outer demeanour and began to squirm beneath him. Futile as it was, she could not lay under him and simply submit to him. She whimpered and pleaded wordlessly as she wriggled and writhed under him. Her fear was escalating and in turn caused Victor's arousal to sky rocket; the scent of her panic was stifling and it filled Victor's head with a thousand and one images. Louisa twisted her body from left to right, ignoring the pain and bleeding in her breast and concentrating on her desire to be free from his weight. She thrust her hips upwards in a vain attempt to dislodge him from his seated position; a stupid attempt that only achieved the opposite and made Victor bump back. Her thrashing underneath him only increased his rage, his lust, his desire. He felt his entire body tremble as he shook from the forces within him that were desperately trying to rip him apart; the very fabric of his being was being torn.
He needed the glow.
Pulling his balled fist back once more, Victor delivered a heavy punch to Louisa's abdomen, his hard knuckles thudding against her soft skin with a loud thump. The very air from Louisa's lungs was forced from her in a violent whoosh from her throat; even her sobs halted as she choked back the immense pain that ripped through her stomach. She felt her eyes bulge and water furiously as the pain rushed to her face and flushed it bright red. She couldn't even cry properly, the pain was so terrible, her eyes dilated as she watched him above her.
With lightening speed, Louisa suddenly found herself thrown and flipped violently over onto her aching stomach; her were breasts pressed painfully against the floor as Victor whipped her arms behind her back and secured them against her lumbar spine with one colossal hand. Her shoulders were bent back at an unnatural angle and the pressure on her joints was increasing, causing her to cry out in a plea for mercy. Her cries fell on deaf ears as out of her sight, Victor ripped the zip of his fly down on his black pants. He freed his straining erection and smiled as he smelt her fear kicked up a notch. He didn't bother to remove his trousers fully, only as far as he required; the rest of his clothes stayed on his body too, no need to take them off now. With furious hands, he tore at her tiny track shorts; claws extended, shredding the material in an instant, creating a shower of grey fabric to flutter to the floor.
"Please stop…" Louisa wept in an attempt to reason with him, trying to concentrate on his mind. "I'll do anything Victor…I'm begging you…PLEASE!"
"DON'T." Victor growled fiercely, slamming her throbbing cheek into the lino floor; his free hand clamped to the back of her head, his fingers twisted painfully into her fiery coloured hair. He could feel her inside his head; she was trying to pull on emotions that had long since been abandoned; she was trying to drag sympathy and mercy to the forefront of his thoughts, the very audacity of the act enraged him. "Do that again and I'll gut you right here on this fucking floor bitch."
"Please Victor….don't…I'll do anything…whatever you want…but please not this…" Louisa cried openly, her voice reduced to a whisper as her choked sobs took over. She retracted swiftly from his mind, her little experiment dredging up nothing but further rage and more anger. The pressure of Victor's hand on her head was so strong that it obliterated any hope she had of gaining any more access to his brain.
Victor began forcing his heavy weight between her naked legs, and Louisa began to cry and snivel beneath him. She could feel the coarse hairs of his thighs brush against her silken skin and she clamped her thighs shut as tightly as her muscles could; a last ditch attempt to halt his amorous advances. Snaking his hand from her hair, Victor prised her legs apart as roughly as he could, ensuring his claws left a few bleeding slices along the way. He was already fully erect, his need for a release was extremely painful now and very obvious, it throbbed within him. Cruelly, he let his manhood brush up against the outside of her dry feminine folds; he let her feel what was coming before it actually arrived. Fear and sheer terror rolled from her in a shockwave that astounded even Victor. The air in the apartment was now none existent, he was simply breathing in the heady fumes of her apprehension and panic.
"Please…DON'T…" Louisa exhaled in one final attempt to stop him.
With a savage thrust and a guttural growl, Victor plunged himself as deep into the trembling girl as he possibly could. He impaled her firmly to the floor and Louisa screamed from the bottom of her lungs as she felt her dry and unprepared sheath receive him fully. The pain between her thighs was unbearable for her; she felt her most intimate areas spasm in agony as Victor took her from behind and against her will. She felt her inner walls stretch further than they had ever had to before to, his size and girth causing her the feeling as if she were truly being ripped apart. The pain of his entry sent a jolt of unbelievable aching to the pit of her stomach, she yelped in anguish and agony.
Victor held himself inside her for just a moment before beginning ramming himself within her in even further. He liked to do this to his victims, let them feel him inside them; let them feel his torturous power over them. He loved asserting his dominance over their helpless and vulnerable forms. The feeling of supremacy and command he had was almost enough to send him plunging into the strongest orgasm ever known, but his iron will and fierce tenacity held him in check. His eyes trailed over the white expanse of skin on her back; he ruminated on how good she looked trapped and pinned underneath him; the thought aroused him further and he felt himself swell inside Louisa just that little bit more.
Victor rocked his hips against Louisa's bottom as he forced himself into her further, pushing her legs further apart so that they were splayed out painfully. He grunted loudly as he fucked her against the floor, his dominance over her as arousing as the act of rape itself. With a fierce thrust, he had her crying out once more, choking and begging him to stop as the agony was becoming too much for her to bear. He felt her inner muscles contract as she stupidly tried to push him out of her. He punished her actions with another savage thrust that jerked her forward a few inches along the floor. With his free hand, he sunk his claws deep into the soft flesh of her hips, ensuring she stayed in her place underneath him. Victor could smell her fear and anger mixed with her sheer pain and salty warm tears; the perfume created an addictive erotic haze that sent him tumbling into complete sexual oblivion. They were some of his favourite fragrances, and here they were, all rolled into one perfect combination that burned like sulphur in his nose.
Victor increased his speed steadily, forgetting that he was enjoying the slow and painful thrusts he had delivered to her before. He pounded against her with a ferocity that was bound to be bone shattering, for her. She unwillingly rended beneath him, he could feel everything inside her that was once delicate and slick, was now torn and abused instead; stretching to accommodate him and afford him a much deeper and greater penetration. He moaned loudly at the feeling of her tight, sheath clamped around his hard throbbing cock; the friction causing him more pleasure than he had felt in years, it was mind numbingly sweet. A delicate waft of her spilt vaginal blood floated past his nose and he inhaled deeply as the coppery scent drove the animal in him wild beyond belief. He could feel the fresh blood lubricating her core, allowing him to slide into her easier and more fluidly. Beneath him, Louisa was crying; he couldn't see her tears but he could smell them and could feel her body shuddering with escaping sobs. The thought of her weeping aroused him even more, and he picked up his speed accordingly, each one of his thrusts into her delivering an agonizing bolt of pain that rocked through Louisa's whole body. He had broken her, Louisa's little pleads and futile begging reduced to little more than wordless, open mouth gasps as he continued to rape her viciously. He smiled a predator's smile and continued on in his attack, abusing and fucking her body the best he could.
He was as savage as she remembered, his brutal assault of her body never once letting up or easing. His whole body was one huge, coiled muscle, putting power and force behind every single one of his agonising thrusts. His rough skin rubbed against the soft contrast of the girl beneath him, he enjoyed the feeling, allowing it to spur him on. He was ignorant to her cries and sobs now, allowing them to fuel his need and carnal desire; concentrating only on his own pleasure and his own release. Victor pulled on her arms further, forcing them back at an impossible angle that had Louisa begging him for mercy once more, her muscles constricting around his pistoning cock once more, tighter still. Her total submission to his will sent a swell of animalistic desire surging through him; he drilled into her even harder as Louisa pleaded with him to stop.
"Victor…stop…please…" She wept, summoning the strength to choke out a supplication for mercy. Her eyes were burning and stinging from the never ending tears that flowed down her face.
His name coming in heavy pleads from her lips was sending him over the edge. The fact that she was begging for him to stop was more than he could ever have desired. He realised in that terrible moment why he did what he did, why he enjoyed it and took his pleasure from it. Things were simpler for him, he took what he wanted and ended what he didn't; and right now he had exactly what he wanted right where he wanted her. He placed his hand onto her head and forced her bloody cheek to the floor, her left ear free for his venomous words. Victor lowered his head to her neck and gloated over her maliciously, his invasion of her body never ceasing or slowly for a moment.
"Listen to my words carefully, frail. You work for me and no body else." He ground out, re-enforcing the point with a brutal thrust that had Louisa whimpering even more. "If I ever catch you helping anyone else with that little talent of yours, I will rip your fucking heart out and stuff it down your goddamn throat, you hear?" He pushed himself into her body again, reasserting himself.
Louisa didn't answer quickly enough; Victor pummelled into her even harder than before, hearing something deep within her chest crack, followed by a painful scream from Louisa.
"YES…YES!" She howled, the excruciating pain in her chest pounding like a hammer inside her.
Victor knew he couldn't last much longer. The heady cocktail of this feeling of power, her total submission to him and her delicious fear were all too much for him to handle at once. He drove himself into her throbbing, fleshy quim repeatedly and as brutally as he could. He could feel the familiar dull ache deepening in his balls as his impending orgasm began to take hold of him. His entire body was staring to ache from the violent thrusts he was forcing between Louisa's thighs. From his dry lips escaped an evident groan of pleasure, a moan of delicious enjoyment, a supplication of sheer delectation. White spots began to dance wildly behind his eyes, blinding dots of light that flashed and disappeared before he had time to appreciate them fully.
With the rising crescendo of pleasure, he found his mind was finally quietening; all the rage, blood, hatred and fury was being reducing back to nothing more than a hushed whisper on a breeze of warm air. His brain was beginning to calm and he was being taken over by an indescribable feeling of peace and tranquillity. His bloodlust was seeping away, like water and tears trickling down a drainpipe never to be seen again. He could feel all his deepest, darkest memories and flashbacks being pushed back into the cavernous recesses of his mind; his very soul was quietening and relaxing, the ache in his bones abandoning him. He knew she was working, Louisa was doing her job. He just had to take it from her in violent and brutal thrusts. He could feel his whole body begin to tingle and vibrate; the electricity of her power was under his very skin. He crackled and fizzed violently as he let her outstanding ability consume him in powerful driven waves. She was so powerful, so much stronger than Birdie could ever have wished to be, he couldn't believe his fortune at finding her. As he felt himself shudder and prickle, all around him felt into total silence. The only thing he could hear was his own heart beating and the terrible rhythm of him pounding himself into Louisa's ruined body with as much speed as he could muster. His skin slapping against hers was a constant in the back of his mind, lulling him and urging him closer and closer to this release. He could no longer hear her cries; her begging has faded to an inaudible drone in the background, her whimpers could no longer be detected.
Suddenly, a frighteningly powerful shockwave ripped through his body and sent him tumbling over the edge. A flurry of sounds flooded his ears and he could hear everything with a terrifying clarity that even he had not experienced before. His own guttural roar mingled with the foray of noise as he emptied himself into Louisa, driving and spilling his seed as deep into her core as he could. His orgasm mixed wildly with the glow, creating forces inside him that seemed determined to rip him apart. He felt all the tremors and tingles pulsate from him and out of the end of his cock, the fallout from the glow ebbing away gradually with his fading orgasm.
Victors arms gave out as the afterglow rippled through him exquisitely, feeding every fibre of his being with peace and calm. He collapsed on top of Louisa causing her to yelp as she took his weight. His metal dog-tags felt cool against the fevered skin of her battered back, they clinked lightly as he shifted on top of her. Victor withdrew himself from her after a few moments of being still and letting the afterglow claim him; Louisa gasping as he slid from her and then felt him rest, flaccid and sticky against her inner thigh. He breathed deep and exhaled heavy, his breath washing over Louisa's tear stained face.
"I'm sorry." The man above her whispered into her ear.
Louisa lay on her back, still naked on the floor of her tiny living room, staring at the ceiling through painful eyes. Her clothes, or the shreds of them lay all around her, she had nothing to protect her modesty with now. It wasn't long since Victor had left the apartment, she knew he'd be back within the next few hours.
Massaging her bruised abdomen lightly, Louisa could still feel Victor's seed deep within her; his liquid still felt warm and strangely alien inside her, she wasn't sure if she liked the sensation or not. Either way, it didn't bother her that he had come inside her; if that's what he needed then she knew she had to allow it. She was just thankful she had dropped by the doctors and picked up her repeat prescription of her birth control pills not more than three days ago. Her insides hurt and ached just as terribly as the outside of her body, if not even more; she wasn't sure if she would walk properly for a week, or in the very least, without yowling with every other step. He had been so much worse this time, so much more brutal than she thought he would be. Sure, last time he was horrific and her injuries were appalling, but that was nothing compared to this time. He had fucked her up good, and injured her deeper than she thought he could. He'd left it too long, he should have come to her sooner; if he had visited her much later, she wouldn't have survived his assault upon her, he wouldn't have been able to hold himself back. She shuddered at the very thought, the gamble of her very life only just paying off, the house that was Victor nearly calling time on her cards. Louisa cast her mind back to when Victor contacted her; if she knew then what she knew now, she'd have jumped the country.
Her entire fragile frame hurt, the amount of pain she was in was insurmountable. It felt as if she had been hit by an out of control freight train; her skin was split, her muscles torn and her blood spilt. The deep bite on her breast was stinging like hell, the cool apartment air tormenting and mythering the wound that was now crusted with dark cry blood. The thin red slices all the way down her chest were spotted with blood and they itched and hurt terribly. The multitude of injuries she had sustained could not be fully counted, there were too many to list. She winced at the thought of the amount of damage he had done to her delicate and fleshy innards, pushing the thought from her head in ignorance.
She was just glad she had the worst of it behind her now.
She hated having to act this out for him, hated his proclivities and sexual preferences. She wondered how he managed to think it was all real and how he didn't see right through her; but then again, when Victor reached that point in his drive, nothing could ever persuade or convince him otherwise. She especially detested acting out a rape scene, she found it increasingly difficult and distasteful to do; it repulsed her as she lay there beneath him, faking her screaming and crying just for his sick and twisted pleasure. She thought of all the poor rape victims she had counselled over the years and how she felt as if she were betraying their very trust in her; she vowed she would never do it again.
But she knew she had to do it and that she would more than likely have to again in the future, it was simply vital to Victor's glow. She knew once he had released the worst of his fury and rage onto her; as long as she survived the attack, that he would be so much more pliable, so much easier to control and handle. She knew that he would be a lot more accepting of her powers and would be much more inclined to allow her access into his head. It was pivotal that he was fully receptive to her powers, and by allowing him to 'rape' her as he just had, he spent his rage on her and opened up his mind to all her amazing ability had to offer him.
Now her work would be easier and less complicated; she could fully concentrate on helping him properly without his rage surfacing every other moment.
Taking a deep inhalation of breath and a pained groan, Louisa decided to haul her battered body off the floor. She could barely move, everything in her hurt more than it ever had before. Pulling herself up on the couch at a painfully slow speed into a standing position, Louisa breathed deeply as she felt life return to her beaten body.
It was time to pay another visit to ER; she could invent a story for her injuries in the taxi on the way there.
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