Selene stirred, her body aching but mending slowly, the remnants of Victor's blood still coursing through her veins. Her senses returned before her strength, and the dull throb of pain gave way to anger. She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, his anticipation thick in the air.
Without opening her eyes, she could already smell the blood—his and the humans'—lingering on him, still fresh from his rampage. Her skin crawled at the thought of being treated like a dog, like some broken thing to be toyed with.
When she finally opened her eyes, they glowed with fury. "You think I'm your pet?" Her voice was cold, laced with venom. She pushed herself up on the mattress, her movements slow but deliberate, showing no sign of submission despite her weakened state.
"You may have healed me, but do not mistake that for control." She stood, swaying slightly, but her gaze never left his. "I'm not your toy. You may enjoy playing your violent games, but I will remember this."
Her bones shifted and cracked as she began to gather her strength. "When I'm whole again, we'll see who the real predator is." The threat in her voice was unmistakable, her pride unbroken despite the torment she'd endured.
The room grew colder as she tapped into the ancient darkness within her, her power simmering beneath the surface. She would bide her time, but vengeance was already taking root.
"What is your name ? And who do you serve?"
Victor snarled, grabbing Selene's face and slamming her back down on the mattress, his coat slipping off of her body and exposing her, not that he bothered to look down.
"I'm the only predator here right now. Your meek body couldn't handle even a single punch from me in its current state."
As if to prove it, he punched her in the stomach, sliding his hand to her neck and holding her there, his claws teasing her delicate skin, promising pain should she attempt to disrespect him again.
"As for my name… It's Victor, and I only serve myself."
After a few moments of choking her he released his grip, standing up and tapping the side of his thigh. His rampage state was still brimming under the surface, waiting to be unleashed and hunt for prey.
"Don't act tough around me, you'll find out pretty quickly just how weak you are…" He said before looking down at her body for the first time.
"What's your name pet?" He spat out, intending to humiliate Selene even further.
Selene gasped as the pain rippled through her body, the force of Victor's punch momentarily stealing her breath. But her eyes, glowing faintly with defiance, never left his face, even as his claws threatened her throat.
She coughed, a low, dry laugh escaping her lips despite the burning pain in her abdomen. "Predator?" she whispered, her voice raspy yet unbroken. "You think you're the only one?"
Her hand twitched as if to reach for him, but she restrained herself, knowing it would be futile in this weakened state. Yet, her spirit remained untamed. "Victor…" she tasted his name on her tongue with disdain, meeting his eyes with a fearless intensity.
"I've survived worse than you," she said, her tone steady even though her body trembled from the attack. Her gaze narrowed as she slowly sat up, despite the soreness wracking her body. "Don't mistake this for weakness. There's more power in me than you can comprehend."
His words were meant to humiliate, but Selene only smirked, blood at the corner of her lip. "Name's Selene. Not 'pet.'" She shifted slightly, shivering from the cold of the damp bedroom. No stranger to being naked and exposed, usually it wouldn't bother her. But there was something different about this beast of a man, it made her feel small, delicate. What could pass for blushing reddened her skin.
She held his gaze unwavering, her voice hardening as she added, "And I don't belong to anyone."
Victor frowned, his eyes scanning over her body before locking with her's once again. She reminded him a lot of his partner, smart mouthed, stern, and not afraid of him. It was annoying.
"Okay Pet," He said, smiling as his claw dragged lightly down, stopping just above her breasts. He wanted to see fear in her eyes, he hated such a meek being talking back, even if she was strong when uninjured.
He noticed the slight red hue across her skin, smiling even wider as he smelled the subtle scent of nervousness. He was getting somewhere.
"I can comprehend quite a lot of power. I've killed things that'd haunt you. You say you don't belong to anyone?"
He pushed her down again, his hand sinking into her soft breasts as he bared his fangs in front of her face.
"Wrong, you used to not belong to anyone. You belong to me now… If you don't like it then fight, try and get free. I'll rip you to shreds everytime just to heal you and remind you of this."
He met her glowing yellow eyes, his own shaking in excitement at the possibility she'd fight him right now. He wanted to see her struggle, the prey under the predator's paw…
Selene hissed defensively as he began to get too close for comfort, a flicker of defiance igniting within her as Victor's claws grazed her skin. She felt the heat of the moment, a mix of indignation and adrenaline coursing through her, but fear would not take hold.
"Is that what you think?" she replied, her voice steady, laced with a dark amusement. "You believe you can break me? That you can own me? You're mistaken."
With a swift motion, she twisted beneath him, her strength surging as she tried to push him off, refusing to be pinned down any longer. "You think your little games intimidate me? I've faced far worse than you, Victor. You're nothing but a shadow, a fleeting moment of darkness."
She met his gaze fiercely, looking like a feral animal caught in a trapper's lethal cage. "You want to see struggle? You want to see power? Then test me again. And again. And again. Vampires don't need to sleep, you know. All it takes is for you to doze for a fraction of a second, and you life will be forfeit, Victor. "
Selene's breath steadied, a calm determination washing over her as she readied herself for the struggle. She was nowhere near healed, but she would be damned if he would sit here and violate her so carelessly. "I'll show you that I belong to no one but myself. And if you think you can tear me apart, go ahead. You'll learn just how resilient I truly am."
With that, she shoved him again, pressing herself firmly against the wall, arms folded, waiting. She knew that the battle for her autonomy was just beginning. Just her luck, to go from one slaveholder to another. For once, she prayed that the Grail would come find her, save her. Surely they'd have the resources to finish this stinking excuse of a man. Or maybe they'd cut their losses and detonate, who knows. Her earpiece had been broken in the struggle. Either way, anything would be better than this.
Victor looked down at his bare chest for a second, growling lowly at the spot Selene had dared to push him.
"You're gonna regret that," He said coolly, unzipping his jeans and stepping out of them, walking toward her until he was directly in front of Selene, standing a full foot and a half taller than the vampire.
Despite what Selene would think, he was angry at only one thing. He smacked her hard, his palm hitting her cheek and sending her weak body to the floor.
"Don't ever say you've faced more dangerous people than me," He snarled, grabbing her hair and tugging hard. "There is no one more dangerous than me!"
Twisting his body he threw Selene effortlessly through the air, her body hitting the bathroom door with a thud. Victor felt his enraged state nearly win, but he suppressed it. He wouldn't kill her, not when she was so weak right now, but there were other ways to make her suffer.
Grinning her sheathed his claws, walking to where she landed and grabbing her hair again. He slapped her once more, then another, back and forth as his grip on her hair tightened.
"I'll teach you who's in charge here," He said, grabbing his boxers and tearing them off, his large cock smacking Selene's face.
It was beautiful. He'd never tried this type of hunting before, forcing the prey to submit to their better, not just killing them once they were caught? This was new, and it excited him.
"Suck it Pet," He growled out, a claw pressing against her throat, threatening to slice it open should she disobey.
Her fury raged like a tempest, a heady, sickening growl nestled deep in her throat. The way he walked, talked, the arrogance that rolled off his massive frame. Selene was a creature of darkness and of hate, and never before had these emotions festered so deeply within her tarnished soul.
She took his slaps, and the vicious thud against the door. It made her dizzy and almost lose control of her senses. Eager to not be taken advantage of, she futilely tried to break free of his grasp, to rip her hair out by the roots and flee. But it was to no avail.
Despite the situation, she would give credit where credit was due. He was a beautiful, savage specimen. The brutality that coursed through his veins, under any under circumstance would easily find its way into her bed and between her legs. However, based on pride, on the horrible feeling of being powerless, her body, no matter how aroused, would not comply.
"I told you /not/ to call me that." she sneered, the insult of literally being cockslapped almost too much to bear. She glowered up at him with incensed, bitter eyes, her hands reflexively gripping at his hips and digging in slightly.
She had been a prostitute. For money and for the Grail. She wasn't ashamed of sex, to use her body for her own benefit, and her captors. But again…this entire situation was so foreign to her.
"Aren't you worried I'll bite it off? It'll grow back, but still not pleasant." Selene spat, glancing at his throbbing manhood. It rivaled the size, girth, and virility of even her best lovers, there was no denying that.
She felt his claws sinking into her neck and it gave her pause. She was truly trapped and one wrong movement would be her demise. The only reason she stood now was because this beast decided to spare her, only to enslave her.
"I dont. Do that." she said flatly, and for once her voice wasn't full of condescending spite. "The fangs get in the way. And I would /hate/ to wound you, Victor."
Victor's grin widened, his hand pulling her face closer to his manhood until her nose was pressed against the shaft, his heavy balls resting on her lips.
"I'm not scared of a little pain Selene," He said, using her name for the first time. "Try and bite it off, struggle as much as you can so I can squash all of your attempts. Whether you like it or not you're sucking my dick. Right here, right now."
Victor felt a foreign sense of pleasure as he grinded his dick against Selene's face. Putting this woman down, this powerful woman down, it was exhilarating. If he was any other person he was sure he'd be addicted to this feeling.
But he wasn't any other person, he was Victor Creed, the strongest predator, the greatest hunter, and the most savage beast this world had seen. He wouldn't be controlled by mere pleasure.
He pulled his claw away from her neck, grabbing his shaft as he stared down at the vampire in his grasp. He smacked the tip of his dick against her cheek repeatedly, each one feeling better as he smelled the shame she was beginning to put off.
"Suck," He ordered once more, his voice stern, as if he wouldn't take no for an answer.
If only her Father, the former Regent of the Gallio Clan, could see her now. He would be ashamed to have such weak, useless spawn. Vampires only showed their version of "parental love" if the progeny were strong, beautiful, powerful. Anything else would be sacrificed before childhood. They were essentially immortal, so they always had plenty of time to breed.
Selene grimaces in disgust, the musky scent of his groin flooding her senses. It was a thick, feral pheromone, that despite the fact she wouldn't admit it to herself, but it sparked something warm deep inside her, from her head to her toes.
"When you die, I will curse the Gods if they do not allow me to watch, much let be the cause."
That was the final thing the vampire whispered in burning loathing, before she acquiesced to his evil demands.
It wasn't one of those Pornhub scenes, wet, loud, nasty, eager. But in a way, for any other man, it would have been ten times better.
Selene took the most gentle, restrained lap against his tip. The taste of his precum stung her pride and chapped lips. Almost with a surgical precision, his slave began to take him in her burning hot, slick mouth, inch by inch. She wasn't much for sucking cock. Usually men would fight to the death for the honor of tasting her pussy.
He was large, and the pulsation dared to trigger her gag reflex. Never once breaking eye contact, she suppressed the urge to completely sever it between her fangs; that would only worsen her current fucked situation.
Almost in a "fuck you, I'll do it my way" act of defiance, she yanked his hand off his cock, her mouth still. She replaced it with her own clawed grip, trying to lessen the amount she was already struggling to not choke on.
Not from fear, but out of instinct, her dark, stormy eyes ran teary when he pressed deep down her throat, her free hand pushing up against his chest, tapping in an annoyed rhythm, trying to keep a steady pace.
She hoped he didn't noticed the small drops of moisture that was forming between her thighs.
She was wet. Victor grinned as he smelled her arousal, it smelled of honey and lavender, as if trying to draw him in with its sweet scent.
She slowly lapped at his dick as it slid down into her mouth, her fingers tapping against his chest in a way that made him want to break them. So he did, snapping her middle finger and keeping the hand on her hair tight if she tried to pull away.
She wanted to do this her way? At her own pace? That's not how toys do things. Toys get used, and to Victor, Selene was his toy.
Slamming his cock down his throat he chuckled darkly, cutting off her air flow as her nose pressed into his pelvis. "I thought you were gonna bite my dick off," he said mockingly, pounding her tight little throat not caring if it hurt. They were both immortal one way or the other, she should be used to pain by now.
He took a step forward, offsetting her body and using both of his hands to grip her hair now. Her mouth was hot and wet, if he didn't know any better he'd think he was fucking her pussy instead of her throat.
"Show me that 'resilience' you were bragging about earlier. Is this all you have to show as a predator? Facefucked by the one who defeated you? Pathetic…" He growled, not his usual annoyed or angry growl mind you, but one of satisfaction, the satisfaction of using his prey for his pleasure.
His heavy balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace, only getting rougher as he took another step forward, her legs and body were nearly a foot in front of her, her head pulled back and her throat being abused by his long hard dick.
"This is how you should be used. You're not strong, you aren't a predator. You're a fucktoy made and gifted to me by those gods you like talking about."
He was moving his arms now in time with his thrusts, lifting her body with each pull as he smelled her arousal. Such a beautiful prey for the greatest hunter…
Selene momentarily stopped to yelp when her finger was broken, and in resignation, let both hands drop down to her sides in a momentary act of defeat. It was minor injury, compared to everything else he'd done to her body, and would do her body, but it cut into her pride nonetheless.
The pressure he was putting on her head was astounding, and it felt like her skull could be cracked at any moment. Selene shut her eyes finally, unable to face this act of degradation a moment longer. His endless, cruel taunts flooded her mind and for a moment she wished she was deaf. He did have a point though. She talked hot, and usually, could always back it up. But in this moment, she was reduced to a mewling, yapping puppy, with no true weight behind her words.
The awkward position almost caused her to lose her balance, but still, she took the abuse. She was a creature obsessed with power. So even in this gruesome moment, Selene would make sure to not crack, not surrender to whatever he brought upon her.
Heeding his words about not minding pain, she took advantage of that. Just hard enough to draw blood, she scraped the length of his cock against her fang. When this made him pull out of her mouth, a mixture of blood, precum, and thick, cloudy saliva spilled from her mouth, dripping down to her hardened nipples.
She smiled.
"Sorry. I got a little carried away. It makes you taste so much better though." she taunted, wrapping her warm tongue against his cock, unprompted, sucking it clean of even the faintest trait of that addicting red substance.
Victor watched Selene lick his blood from his dick, her eyes glowing a little brighter as he let her finish cleaning him off.
Once she was done he pulled her up by her hair, holding her tiny body easily as he sniffed the air. "Looks like you're telling the truth, since your pussy is dripping this much."
Holding her in the air he used his other hand, sliding two fingers into her ridiculously soaked cunt, roughly fingering her as her legs kicked a little.
"Did you know Pet?" He asked, smirking as he got an idea. He threw her onto the mattress, quickly holding her down by the throat and continuing to abuse her poor pussy with his big fingers, pressing and rubbing against her G-Spot as he blocked off all oxygen to her brain.
"When people die there's always two things I smell…" Her pussy was noisy as her forced her to get even wetter for him. You didn't live as long as Victor and never learn women's weakest spots.
"The first is confusion. Everyone who dies always smells of confusion as they take their last breath… But that final emotion?" He squeezed tighter around her neck, his full strength closing around her throat and stopping any blood that could flow. "The last is pleasure."
His hand was soaked, the mattress was soaked, and Selene's eyes looked unfocused. His toy looked so beautiful this way…
The way he looked at her, dominated her, overwhelmed every sense was maddening, but intoxicating. Like a ragdoll, he manipulated and posed as he wished, and she was to simply accept that. While still not being fully pleased about the situation, as time went on, Selene's indignation was dying, giving birth to carnal desire. She told herself, had they met under different circumstances, she would have gladly, emphatically, earnestly taken him into her bed. She would have let him scratch, bite, and claw at every inch of pale skin, every secret spot, let them drain each other and then start all over again. So in her mind, that's what this would be, with just a modicum less of enthusiasm. In a way, she respected him. It was truly a breath of fresh air for both of them, to find a match so brutal, when others were so weak, so disappointing.
His pet whimpered as he probed deep, unforgiving claws into her slick, indecisive cunt. They tore into her sensitive walls, but yet assaulted her sweet spot with deafening dedication. The perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She couldn't imagine anything better.
She looked up at him with a doe-like expression, mouth struggling to decide whether to scream, moan, or curse his name. Instead, she opted for keeping her mouth partly agape, letting short, hot, spiked breaths escape with every of his cruel motions.
The lack of oxygen caused the room to blur, her vision distorting. He was talking, but all she could focus on was how not only blood, but a fountain of slick heat covered the man's hand, as she gripped the sheets tightly, glazed eyes locked onto him.
He was perfect.
Unconsciously, her legs spread wider, and her hips bucked against him with rapid progression.
No man had ever made her come before.
This felt different.
"Look at you," Victor grunted out, sliding one more finger into Selene's pussy as he went in for the kill. "Your filthy pussy is begging to cum. What happened to that prideful bitch who said she wanted to kill me?"
He spat in Selene's face, grinning as he saw her glazed eyes on his, pleading with him to cum. Her legs spread wider for him, accepting his fingers with no resistance as she began bucking her hips to his fingers.
He squeezed down on her throat even tighter, hearing her bones creaking as the bed broke, not able to handle the the force of his fingers as he fingerfucked his naughty little toy.
Even if she wanted to die, to kill him, to rip him to shreds, she'd cum for him right here. He spit in Selene's face again, enjoying treating her like trash.
"Say my name when you cum, I want to hear how hard you've fallen from before. You aren't strong, you're not even a woman anymore. You're just my pet to do with as I please."
He roughly slammed her head back into the mattress. "Fucking say it!" He yelled, four fingers attacking her G-spot now as he forced her to cum for him, her fucked up face only making her more attractive in his eyes. Despite this treatment he did respect Selene, not even Logan had gotten him that near death before, and no one had dared stand up to him even after he'd kicked their ass.
"Cum." He ordered again, stern and forceful as he looked in her out of focus pupils…
L'agonie et l'extase.
The agony and the ecstasy.
Her body no longer belonged to her. She had been wholly and truly taken captive. Her very essence was betraying her, thwarting her attempts of control and escape, allowing the toxic beast to humiliate and demean her further.
"Mm~..." she mewled weakly, her cunt a bloodbath, a murder scene of a slip & slide. Selene wrapped her delicate hands around his thick wrist, just to keep her tethered to the world she was so deliciously floating above. The room smelled like meat, brimstone, and wanton lust.
"Fuck…you…damn you to the– darkest of hells…" Selene barked back sharply,but it was too late at this point. So badly did her body fiend for release, the final time he spat on her, she opened her mouth wide and greedily, swallowing down the saliva with earnestness.
"V…Vic…" she panted, her fingers wrapped around his neck, deep in his neck, their mouths hot on each other's ear. She could no longer contain it. "Victor please…Victor~ahn!"
Black eyes sparked red, blown wide with orgasm. She never looked so beautiful before. Her wet, filthy hair clung to her quivering breasts, and she gripped him like he was the only thing tethering her to this world.
She said his name, shrieked it rather, maybe two, three, four times. Selene gushed openly, spilling, soaking, coating both beasts and the flimsy mattress.
Selene gasped, trying to gain composure, she failed. The vampire snapped her head up, meeting his lips for a bloody, uncoordinated kiss.
She pulled back.
She didn't know why she did that.
Victor didn't let his emotions show. He'd never been that shocked before. He'd fucked plenty of women, he'd killed plenty of people, and he'd done some of the most depraved acts just for fun.
Yet this was the first thing to shock him. A simple, honest kiss. Not even his mother had ever kissed him, yet this toy… Selene, had.
He slid his fingers out of her dripping cunt, her arms still around him as she looked just as shocked, not as good at hiding her emotions as he was.
Shrugging, he decided the toy did well. The least he could do was allow her to kiss him. Just to reward her for being good… That was all.
He pulled her back in, kissing her forcefully before she could say a word, biting her lip as he locked eyes with her, daring her to go against this.
He pulled her into his lap, grabbing her ass like he owned it. In the next instant he was inside of her, his cock slamming into her pussy as he bounced her up and down on it, blood and her juices making a mess of the long shaft.
It was an awkward, pregnant pause after she'd fumbled her upper hand, and let the /passion/ get the better of her. This man was insanely hard to read, and that was concerning because she made it her job to read people. It was of no consequence at this point, she was too far gone.
"Fuck," she hissed through gritted teeth, against their bloody mouth , savoring the sensation of her lips ripping,tearing. The vampire didn't put up a fight when she was positioned atop him, straddling that magnificent cock.
She'd had a lot of cock, a lot of foreplay. But this was different. By the time he pushed inside that tight heat, she was already swollen with need, ready, gaping. From her asshole to her pussy, Selene tensed, gripped, milking. It's like he was a perfect fit.
She didn't need much encouragement to ride, her plump asscheeks moving his tandem with his thrusts. She pressed both of her palms hard and flush against the cold wall.
Finally breaking the kiss, she momentarily locked eyes, mouth trembling, her slender pelvis rolling to his movements. No words needed to be spoken really.
He was no vampire, but he fucked like one. Well , perhaps even better. She told herself this meant nothing. She was cornered and had to make the best of a terrible situation. It didn't mean anything. She wasn't weak. She wasn't a toy.
Miss Gallio growled and panted against his neck like a bitch in heat. He wasn't fucking her, she was fucking him. She would maintain control. If a vampress couldn't use seduction as a means of power, what good was she?
Selene unexpectedly sunk her fangs into his neck again, but not as before, not as deep. It wasn't focused on his jugular, but a smaller, less important vein that a mutant with a healing factor wouldn't even blink at.
Intoxicating. Blood drunk. Cock drunk.
Her snarls of pleasure grew louder as she continued to suck and lick at her personal little snack dispenser , growing bold enough to grip a fistful of /his hair/ and twist it roughly, allowing her better access.
Selene might get punished for it, but that would only add to the fun.
Victor leaned back against the wall, letting Selene think she was maintaining control. She was out if it, drunk on his dick, his scent, his blood.
Her moans were louder, and all he could smell on her was arousal. He growled as she grabbed his hair, going a tad too far. Pulling her hair back and bringing her away from his neck he locked eyes with her half lidded ones, her fangs bloody as she licked the air, not even realizing he had pulled her away.
"Don't go too far Selene," He said, a low snarl in his throat. "Ride my dick like a good bitch, grab my hair again and I'll fuck that tight little ass of yours instead," He said sternly, letting her sink back into his neck, not even sure if she'd heard him.
Despite how he sounded, he had actually liked it quite a bit. Her feral desire for his body only turned him on more, but that was no excuse for disrespect.
He turned them around, pressing her back against the wall and thrusting his hips harder, barring his teeth as he pounded her.
It was like she was made for him to fuck, to abuse, and he would gladly do so.
Vampires are known for many things. Drinking blood, obviously. Functional immortality. Some can fly. Some can read minds. Some can shape shift. Some can create fire. But there was one thing that rang true for them all. They were hedonistic creatures, whose only enjoyment came from killing, blood, and carnal sin. That's why deep down, Selene never blamed the stupid whelps who snuck into the village, raped their virgins, and ensured the downfall of their clan. There was nothing quite like the sensation, that sweet surrender. And for a female vampire, in a very misogynistic society, this is what she was bred for. She'd never really had a vampire mate. Selene had been sold to Grail before her eventual arranged marriage. They were /supposed/ to be pure until they found a mate, and /then/ fuck whoever they wanted, human or either. Backwards, yes, but it was tradition.
The grail robbed her of that. Murdering dozens of potential suitors, and sending so much fear through the community that the surviving tribes fled, past where she could find them. While Sabretooth was not a vampire, he was maybe, something greater, and her body firmly recognized that.
"Désolé." Sorry. Was all she offered limply, accepting the chastisement. Selene was already on the edge of climax once more and that was her only focus. She only snapped out of her stupor when the positions were changed, and her face slammed hard against the wall.
The slave hissed in protest, cocking her head just enough so she could catch his expression in the corner of his eye. Without caution, she took one of his large hands that were braced against the wall for support, and brought it to cup her breasts, squeezing his claws inward until even her best assets, those beautiful tits, were torn, spurting, mangled. They healed quickly due to her recent feed on his rich, strong blood, but that was of no consequence. Her eyes rolled back, momentarily pressing back against him as orgasm washed over her, this time better than the last. The stink of sweat, cum, blood, and fever made the dark room seem even smaller, hazier, like they were the last two beings in creation.
"Yeah…? Is that a threat…a promise?" She asked, a low rumble in that evil throat of hers. Selene was fully consumed, her eyes had never taken the neon red that they currently flashed.
"Do you truly think I'd scream like a bitch if you fucked me in my ass? Who knows."
As Selene leaned against him, his hand still grasping her breasts, he brought a claw to her abdomen. Making a slow thin cut as she stared back at him.
Her eyes, a bright glowing red collar that made him want to rip her in half. Her lips, bloody and full, every word was lost to him, all he could hear was "Fuck me."
Like Selene, Victor never had the chance or desire to "Mate" in the usual way beats do. His mutant gene made him more primal and beast like, giving him all the same instincts, and right now that instinct was screaming at him to make her submit and breed her.
He growled at himself, grabbing Selene's hair and shoving it in the wet spot she had squirted before, rubbing her face in it.
"I think you'd scream like a bitch no matter what I do." He snarled, biting her neck as his dick pressed against her puckered hole.
He smelled her arousal, her excitement, her lust, her need. Perhaps she wasn't just talking shit before, but right now all she was thinking about was mating.
He slammed his dick into her tightest hole, his dick throbbing in pleasure as the cum and blood made it easier to force his way through with no preparation.
Still keeping her head pressed against her juices, he prone boned her on the cheap mattress, a claw leaving light scratches around her body as he attempted to fuck her in two…
"Maybe—"
That would be the last word she was willing to speak for the next ten minutes, favoring guttural, animalistic grunts, yelps, and howls instead. As he fucked her, as his claws desecrated the temple of her body, how her skin was was so rapidly regenerating his talons seemed to fuse into her very abdomen, only to be ripped out and start the healing process all over again.
Selene began to suffocate beneath his weight, the fabric of the musty pillows, and her own humiliating depravity. Like a dog, her tongue snuck out between her snarled lips, licking at her own cum that was so beautifully mixed with both their blood. It was like the finest cocktail she'd ever experienced.
Maybe she was a bit overzealous in her ambition, because when his cock sank deep into her asshole, no lube and no prep, for the slightest moment Selene snapped out of it. It hurt. Badly. Excruciatingly. Like a rat in a cage, she twisted wildly underneath him, snapping and biting at any limb, any skin she could reach, but to no avail.
"You fucking…mongrel…swine…Victor you bastard dog…abomination…" she chanted, trying to somehow rear up and fling him off of her. Even with her "doping" on his blood, there still wasn't a chance in hell she would be successful. Selene's mind temporarily reverted back to when they met, to when all she wanted was to drain him, devour him, and leave him like the rest of the pathetic men before him. But how could she betray a being who had shown her a whole new world of delight, of sin, of evil?
His vampire whore settled, her torn, dry ass gradually slicking with blood, and precum. The pain didn't melt away fully, but enough pleasure seeped in to keep the ratio that was driving her insane.
"Take whatever hole you want, Devil. But you will seed my cunt. You won't dishonor me with anything else." Selene shifted just enough so she could sneak her shaky hand underneath herself, rubbing and pulling at her own clit until once again, the vampire screamed, his name.
Feeling her cum again was Victor's limit, her ass was too tight to bear. He quickly pulled out, biting his lip and pulling her face to his, kissing her mercilessly pushing his blood into her mouth as he slammed back in her cunt.
He groaned loudly, ripping his claws through Selene's abdomen as he came deep inside her, rope after rope filling her womb to the brim, soaking her walls in his semen as his weight pressed her body into the mattress, Selene's slender frame covered completely by his large bulky one.
"Whose pussy is this?" He said lowly, thrusting slowly into her pussy before alternating to her ass, back and forth between the two holes until he was pounding her into the mattress once more.
"Tell me Selene, are you owned?"
Victor breathed in her scent, the intoxicating and alluring smell making him want to ruin her all night. He wanted to destroy her perception of pleasure, make her a proper toy for the only dick that mattered.
His pretty little slave didn't answer at first, so he yanked back her hair, smacking her face and growling it loudly in her ear as he continued fucking her ass, noticing his cum spilling out of her freshly fucked pussy.
"I asked who owns this fucking pussy pet."
Ah.
That was new.
Human men couldn't keep fucking after they finished. This was whole new ballgame and Selene was more than pleased with this revelation.
She fell the quietest she'd been since the sordid affair began, almost paralyzed, hypnotized even, by the sensation. Her walls had been burning over half an hour, and the fire in her cunt only maximized when the salty, thick cum painted it. She was truly stunned by the quantity, how it seemed to pour so deeply, soaking her cervix, filling every inch, every ounce of her with the milky substance.
Despite his continued assault on both of her holes, and how her very innards slightly spilled out of her cut stomach, mashing against the filthy , putrid mattress, Selene was starting to ever so slowly come down off her high.
She did hear his question, and intentionally ignored it. Both of the first times. It was only when he slapped her back into reality, did the vampire take in a shuddering gasp. Her stamina and regeneration had begun to slow, not used to having strenuous encounters to this degree. At this point she was a sated, broken , exhausted slut, who would take the abuse, take any position, but with a demure, resigned acceptance.
"C'est toi." She croaked, eyes half lidded, before they opened fully to stare at him. Selene couldn't break her gaze even if she wanted to. "It's you."
He thrust harder, grinning as he continued the brutal pounding. The room was a bloodbath by now, if anyone else besides these two saw it they'd assume there had been a massacre.
But no, it was just two people, a master and his pet. A man and his toy, a predator and his prey, that had caused this.
He wrapped his arms around her throat, his biceps keeping her locked close to his chest as he sped up, her ass accepting her masters dick much easier now. All it had taken was to break her, to destroy the walls of confidence she'd had up. She was his thing, property.
"It's me what you fucking whore?" He whispered, biting lightly into her ear, his fang puncturing her earlobe as he kept her in place, forcing her to take the brutal fuck. It wasn't like she had any choice to escape anyway, not that she looked like she wanted to.
"Say what's mine, I want to hear you submit with that proud fucking tone of yours. I dare you to try and act like you're worth something again."
A hand went to her clit as he bent her back, getting more leverage to rail her. "Fucking say it," He said, biting repeatedly around her neck, her slower healing allowing several marks to be left as he roughly rubbed her sensitive clit.
He was ready to cum again, her perfect body absolutely milking him now. It didn't just want his seed, it craved it, needed it to survive and continue on.
"What's mine Selene…" He whispered coldly, using her name again as his hot breath was pressed against her ear.
"God dammit Victor, my cunt belongs to you!"
The force with which she replied so vehemently startled her. Like magic, she was once again under his spell the minute the throaty, raspy, mocking voice burned her ears. There truly was no escaping it.
Every time his claw cruelly mashed against her clit, she would scream this same testament in orgasm , over and over, loud enough to be heard over the sickening crunch of bone and muscle, the pained groan of the bed frame that was threatening collapse.
She said it in English. She said in French. Fuck, Selene even said it in a tongue so old, so forgotten, some might say she was the last person who knew that vampiric dialect.
The funniest part was, she wasn't even in heat. Vampires have lust at any moment, but in heat was a completely different level. Some months, it even scared her. Selene had become accustomed to taking suppression pills, but part of her realized that wouldn't be necessary any longer.
Wait, why not? This was just a one night stand. One evening of beautiful torture. Nothing more. Why was she getting ahead of herself? Selene's brain was fucked. She forced herself to stop thinking.
Whimpering, mewling, Selene spoke those magic words until her voice went hoarse. She slumped deeply into the sticky sheets one last time, a tingling, shell shocked sensation twisting down into her core.
"My pussy belongs to you Victor." She'd offer up one final time, before her body betrayed her, and his now delicate counterpart slipped into unconsciousness.
Victor didn't stop, making sure her body would never forget his dick. Each time she admitted she belonged to him only brought him closer to the edge.
Wet, squelching noises echoed throughout the room as Selene fell unconscious, unable to take it any longer as he roughly used her final hole. With a feral growl he pulled out of her ass again, slamming into her cunt and filling it with another load of his seed, biting her neck repeatedly as ropes upon ropes of cum spilled into her womb.
As he calmed down he licked the wounds, like a lion licking the wounds of its mate. Mate… It had a nice ring to it-
Victor blinked, shaking his head and pulling out of the unconscious woman. She was dangerous. He wanted her too much, she was a useless distraction that could either be used against him, or simply get him caught and imprisoned.
He stood watching over her for a long time, stroking her hair with his claws before slipping on his jeans and grabbing his coat.
The new feeling was enjoyable, yes, but the new feelings weren't good. All feelings except rage and amusement got you killed, and he would never be killed.
He slipped on the jacket, taking one last glance at his pet as she laid face down in a mess of squirt and blood, her ass gaping open and a steady stream of fertile seed sliding out of her pussy.
"Adieu, mon petit," He said before leaving, bidding his pet goodbye in one of the languages she was using frequently. He had a plane to catch, and contrary to his partner's thinking, Selene would not be joining him.