Victor's heart raced as he came into direct contact with her pheromones. A weaker being like Logan would have folded, he probably ate her out as well, no control of himself.
Victor was different, he focused his gaze on her eyes, no matter how badly he wanted to slam her into a mating press and fuck her until she was pregnant with his litter.
"You've been very… Bad," He said, stepping into the room and shutting the door, smirking as she lowered her gaze. Had she tried to defy him, or disrespect him in this moment, then he wasn't sure he'd have been able to stop himself from killing her.
"I'm glad you still know your place, but you fucked up Selene…" Victor continued, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him, his pupils still dilated.
"Why did my little broken toy think she could get away with fucking another man. You said it yourself, I own your fucking pussy," He growled in her face, turning and slamming her against the door, forcing her mouth open and forcing her to continue looking at him.
Her fear was delicious, her arousal so clear to him as he glided his thumb over her teeth and fangs.
"How long were you two fucking? For every minute you were with him I'll pull out a fang. Maybe you'll even give me enough for a necklace," His grin widened, kneeing her in the stomach and smacking her in the face.
Abusing this beautiful woman was becoming a favorite of his. He wanted her to hurt more, to cry and beg for forgiveness.
"How long?"
Selene's body tensed as Victor's grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to meet the full intensity of his gaze. His words struck like venom, each one a reminder of the twisted power he held over her. She flinched at the impact of her back slamming into the door, the breath knocked from her lungs, but her eyes—defiant and burning with a flicker of pride—still met his.
He thrives on this. My fear, my pain. That's what he craves.
Even as he violated her space, pressed his body against hers, there was a part of Selene that remained distant, refusing to break under his cruelty. She could feel the sick pleasure rolling off of him, the way her fear was feeding his twisted desires. But she wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Not fully.
"You don't own me," she whispered through gritted teeth, a tremor in her voice betraying her fear but not her resolve. "You may think you do, Victor, but you can't break me."
His thumb glided over her teeth, a mockery of the power he had over her body, but she fought the urge to bite down, to lash out. That would only amuse him. Her breathing was ragged, her heart racing, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of answering.
The slap across her face stung, and the sharp pain from his knee drove into her gut, but still, she didn't cry out. She knew that's what he wanted. Instead, she sucked in a shallow breath, fighting the rising nausea from the pain. Her mouth tasted of blood, but it was a reminder she was still alive, still fighting.
"How long?" His voice was low, menacing, vibrating with the threat of more violence. It echoed in her warped pysche.
Selene's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, her breath shallow and shaking. "Long enough," she whispered, the defiance flickering once more in her eyes. She wasn't going to beg—not for him, not for his approval, not even for her own survival.
If he wanted to tear her apart, she'd make sure he remembered every second of it.
He shouldn't have left her. Why did he leave her? This was his fault, and now she would bleed for his mistake.
Victor frowned. Her pride was still intact even after he'd broken her only a week earlier. Looks like she was angry at him. He smirked at the thought. How cute.
He shrugged and kneed her in the face, breaking her nose and grinning as blood flowed down.
Licking it up he pressed her tighter against the door. "You smell like an animal in…" A sudden realization made him stop talking, remembering a vampire he had known several centuries before who had raped every virgin in a village he was staying at.
"You're in heat…" He said slowly, his knee pressing against Selene's covered pussy. He brought his thumb to his fang, pricking it and spreading his blood on her lips. "Aren't you?"
If she was going to be defiant again, he'd just break her again. He'd make sure she couldn't do anything against him. She was a slave, a toy to use, toys don't get to have pride.
He smacked her again, pricking his thumb again and adding an extra coat of his hot blood on her lips, smiling down at her.
He was toying with her, trying for a reaction, and he would get it no matter what he had to do…
Selene gasped as Victor's knee slammed into her face, the sickening crunch of her nose breaking filling the air. The pain was blinding, sharp, and immediate. She could feel the warm blood pouring down her face, taste its metallic bitterness as it dripped onto her lips. But even through the haze of agony, she refused to scream. He wants to hear me break.
Her body shuddered as he pressed her harder against the door, his words taunting, every action designed to remind her that he could destroy her, piece by piece. When he mentioned her being in heat, her stomach churned. His knee against her, so close to her core, made her body twitch in a way that disgusted her. She fought to remain in control, to not give him the reaction he so desperately wanted. She was failing.
The sharp sting of his blood smeared across her lips, mixing with her own, was vile. It was another act of dominance, another layer of control he wanted to impose. She could taste his blood, hot and thick, mingling with hers. It fueled the burning yearning she felt for him—a fire she had kept alive, no matter how many times she tried to snuff it out. Her cunt was already screaming in need, her head was swimming like she'd just doped up on the most pure opioids. His blood truly was her drug and she couldn't get enough.
She flinched as he slapped her again, her face stinging and burning, but her eyes—those eyes that still held defiance—flicked up to meet his. She could feel him toying with her, savoring every bit of resistance she had left like a predator playing with its prey.
Her lips, stained with his blood, parted slightly as she finally spoke, her voice weak but laced with venom. "Does it even matter? It's the same result either way." Her breath hitched as pain coursed through her, but she didn't stop. "I know what you are /Sabretooth./ I understand what fuels you now. I guarantee even the mighty, healing Wolverine didn't survive this round, did he?"
Her body trembled, not just from fear but from the sheer exhaustion of holding on, of refusing to let him take the last bit of dignity she had left. She wasn't naive enough to think she could overpower him, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing her beg. Not again. Not yet.
"Do what you want," she whispered, her voice hoarse but steady. "But you'll never take what matters."
It wasn't victory. It wasn't freedom. But it was a reminder—to both of them—that Selene was still here, still defying him in the only way she could.
Victor got an idea. A way to drive this horny little vampire absolutely crazy, as well as satisfy his urges for a bit while he punished her.
He slapped her again, sharp, hard hits to her cheek, over and over before he tore the outfit that was barely covering her off.
He pulled his pants down, after fishing around in his pant pocket for what he needed. He dragged Selene behind him by the hair, stopping in front of a mirror so she could look at herself.
He sat on the bed, pulling Selene toward him and sliding her down his dick, her hot sex squeezing him tightly, as if he had never left it.
He held Selene still, making sure she couldn't move, his dick simply throbbing in her cunt, not fucking her, not pleasuring her, but there whenever he wanted to.
He forced open her mouth again, spitting in her face and grabbing one of her razor sharp fangs.
"Since you didn't want to tell me I'll have to guess. Logan… He's probably a quickshot, so I'll take 20 teeth."
As soon as he was done speaking he yanked her fang out, keeping her still and making sure she was still looking up at him.
He'd remind her exactly how she'd acted at the end of their last session, for she had already admitted he owned her.
"One~"
Selene's body shook violently with each slap, the sharp sting of Victor's hand breaking her resolve more and more with every hit. Tears welled in her eyes as the pain intensified, her cheek swelling and raw. When he tore her clothes away, leaving her exposed, shame flooded her, and her defiance began to crumble. Her heart raced, fear overtaking her thoughts, and she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips.
He dragged her across the room by her hair, her scalp burning as she stumbled helplessly behind him. Her breath hitched when she saw the mirror, the reflection of her battered body—so broken, so vulnerable—filling her with dread. She couldn't recognize herself, and the weight of that realization crushed whatever fight she had left.
When Victor sat on the bed and pulled her onto him, forcing her body down onto his throbbing length, Selene gasped in shock. She felt him inside her, the sensation overwhelming, but there was no pleasure, only the reminder of his control over her. Her body tensed, but she couldn't move—he wouldn't let her. His hands gripped her tightly, keeping her still, his cruel dominance suffocating her.
Her lips trembled as he pried her mouth open again, the warmth of his spit hitting her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the blood from her broken nose and the stinging pain from his earlier assault. When he grabbed one of her fangs, her fear reached a breaking point.
"Victor, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please… don't…"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he yanked the fang from her mouth, sending a bolt of searing pain through her jaw. She screamed, the sound raw and desperate, as the blood poured from her mouth. The agony was unbearable, her body shaking uncontrollably as he held her in place.
Selene sobbed, her body trembling with both pain and terror. The sight of her reflection in the mirror—bloodied, broken, utterly helpless—made her feel small, insignificant. Her pride was shattered, replaced by a desperate need to make it stop.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," she begged, her voice shaking as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Please… stop… I'll do anything, just please don't."
Her hands clutched weakly at his arms, her whole body trembling as she sobbed. "I know I messed up… I know you own me… just please… stop. Don't take more…"
Her words came out in broken, desperate gasps as she begged for mercy. In that moment, she wasn't fighting anymore. She was pleading for an end, for relief from the nightmare he had turned her world into.
Victor grinned now, finally hearing her pleas, her sweet cries as she gave up trying to act tough.
"I warned you not to act like that around me," He said simply, yanking her other fang out of her mouth quickly as the first one healed.
He thrust up into her, quick hard thrusts before stopping once again. He wanted her riled up once he was done with the punishment, he wanted her desperate for him after he hurt her.
He made sure she could see herself as he pulled the third fang out, his other hand clawing at her breasts at the same time.
"Keep going, just be the little slut you were a few days ago," Victor continued, spitting in her mouth as he continued yanking her fangs, slowly moving his cock every once in a while.
"Imagine how the old vampire clans would feel, seeing one of their own turned into a weak little toy. They'd probably demand to go to war with the entire mutant race just to make up for your embarrassment… That's what you are, an embarrassment to all vampires."
Selene cried out again, her voice trembling as the second fang was torn from her mouth, the pain so sharp it nearly blinded her. The tears streamed freely now, her face wet and swollen, her body shaking with sobs. She had nothing left—no strength, no defiance. All that remained was her desperation for it to stop.
His sudden thrusts made her gasp, her body jerking as he filled her, the pain and the overwhelming sensation leaving her breathless. She could feel him inside her, every hard motion sending waves of agony and humiliation through he coupled with the stains of euphoric high, but even as he stopped again, she knew this was only the beginning of her punishment.
Selene's gaze flicked to the mirror, the image of herself barely recognizable—a broken, bloodied creature whose dignity had been stripped away. When he yanked the third fang from her mouth, the pain shot through her like fire. She screamed, her body convulsing in his grasp, his claws digging into her skin as her chest heaved with sobs.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her voice raw and desperate. "Please… Victor, I'm sorry…"
Her words were cut off by the sharp sting of his spit hitting her tongue, the taste bitter and dehumanizing. He was dragging her fangs out one by one, the pain unbearable, but his cock inside her was a reminder of what more he could take from her.
"I'll be good, I'll be whatever you want," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. "Just please… please stop…"
But Victor wasn't done, was he? His cruel words cut into her as deeply as his claws, the insult of being called an embarrassment to her kind making her heart sink even further. She felt so small, so insignificant in that moment, her pride completely shattered.
"I'll be your toy," she begged, her voice shaking with both fear and resignation. "Stop."
She was nothing but a shell of the proud vampire she once was, now begging at his mercy, willing to give him whatever he wanted if it meant an end to the torment. All she could hope for now was that he would grow bored and stop before there was nothing left of her to break.
"You keep saying you will be all those things Selene…" Victor said as he collected the 12th fang, smacking her tit with his other hand and giving her a few thrusts.
"Don't you know you already are? Just because you got confident for a bit doesn't mean I stopped owning you. From the second I saw you in Serbia, you were mine."
The hand on her breast moved up to her slender neck as he yanked the 13th fang. "Don't ever pull some shit like you did today. You think you get to do whatever you want, you're my slave. You do what I order you to do, that's it…"
Victor grinned, breathing in her scent as he gave her a short breather. "Call your bosses, I want to know who you work for. They'll be missing their cute little assassin after all…"
He bit into her neck, ready to tear it apart if she tried to refuse him again. Some defiance or resistance was fun, but if she tried resisting after already admitting he owned her, he'd have to hurt her more.
Selene sobbed a gut wrenching cry, the pain in her mouth and body blending into one unrelenting torment as Victor collected her 12th fang. His words cut deeper than his claws, reminding her of the control he had always wielded over her. She had tried to fight it, to push back, but now—defeated, humiliated, and in agony—she had nothing left to give.
His hand smacked her breast again, sending a sharp sting through her already bruised skin, and the thrusts that followed made her whimper, her body instinctively tightening around him even though every movement hurt. She was barely holding herself together, her body and mind exhausted from the punishment he had inflicted.
When his hand moved to her neck, Selene flinched, knowing what was coming next. The yank of her 13th fang sent another scream ripping from her throat, her tears flowing freely now, her sobs echoing in the room. She could feel his breath on her skin as he gripped her throat, his dominance suffocating her, his words burning into her mind. Slave. That was all she was to him—nothing more than an object for him to command and break as he pleased.
"I... I know," she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice trembling with pain and submission. "I'll never… disobey you again. Please… I'll do whatever you want… just please stop..."
Victor's grin told her everything she needed to know—her pleas meant nothing to him. He was enjoying every moment of her suffering, savoring her surrender. The brief pause he gave her felt like a cruel tease, a small taste of relief before he inevitably tore her apart again.
When he ordered her to call her bosses, her heart sank even further. She could feel his teeth grazing her neck, the threat clear. He was ready to kill her if she refused.
Her entire existence in that moment was wrapped in fear and submission. There was no pride left, no strength. All she could do was follow his orders, hope for mercy, and pray that the end of her torment would come sooner rather than later.
Slowly reaching behind her feral lover, her hands wrapped around her cellphone. Between his thrusts, Selene dialed her handler, praying, begging, pleading with whatever gods were above that he'd answer. It was 4 am after all.
"...Miss Gallio, do you know what time it is?" A cold but groggy voice resounded on the speaker. "You're not due back for another month. What cou–"
"Sir…" she choked out, her words slurred and barely recognizable as her gummy mouth swelled from trauma. "Someone…wants to talk to you."
Victor took the phone, noticing something as he bit Into Selene's neck. It tasted… Wrong. He hadn't noticed before this but now, so close in proximity to the bomb they had implanted, he tasted the metallic blood.
Frowning he shoved a finger in, not touching the bomb yet as he put the phone to his ear.
"Hey, thought you guys should know your little vampire assassin isn't coming back," Victor said, growling lightly as he bucked his hips.
"Ride my fucking dick. You'll give me the rest of the teeth later by your own hand, for now make me cum," He said before continuing with Selene's boss.
"She's kind of my toy now, that's not a problem is it?" His voice was rough, stern and dangerous sounding he tore open Selene's neck, his eyes seeing the tiny device implanted right on her spinal cord.
As he heard the boss rush to move on the other line he quickly tore the explosive out, tossing it across the room in a display of incredible reflexes.
It blew up, a tiny explosion, but it would have been just enough to tear Selene's head off her shoulders in an instant.
"Huh, nice explosion… I prefer my own hands though. Be prepared, no one tries to harm my property without paying for it. I think I'll take a few hundred million… And your life."
Victor hung up the phone, biting his palm and shoving it in Selene's mouth. "I'm more horny than angry now, so we'll stop here…" He said, roughly grabbing Selene's hair and laying on the bed. The back of her head pressed against his chest as he fed her, pounding into her soaking cunt now as he let her pheromones in, veins bulging and his lust rising to an incredible degree.
His rage state, which had been simmering the entire day, overwhelmed him, changed by her pheromones. Rather than kill, he wanted to breed.
"You remember your favorite words right?" He asked her, biting her ear as he laid claim to her cunt once more. "Whose pussy is this again?"
His vampire whore trembled, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin as she felt Victor's teeth sink into her neck, the metallic taste of her own blood flooding her senses. The moment he pulled away, frowning, she knew something was wrong. The bomb.—She watched his face show realization that the Grail had implanted a death sentence inside her, one Victor hadn't even known about.
When he tore the device out with a speed she could hardly comprehend, her heart nearly stopped. The tiny explosion echoed in the room, a sharp reminder of how close she had come to dying. Her breath hitched, terror gripping her. If Victor hadn't noticed… she would be gone. Dead.
A wave of shock and fear rippled through her, but alongside it, a twisted sense of gratitude rose from somewhere deep inside. The Grail had always treated her like a disposable tool, a weapon they could discard whenever they deemed fit. Victor might be brutal, he might break her over and over, but he had saved her life. And in some twisted, painful way, that felt like more mercy than she'd ever known.
Her lips quivered, and she couldn't hold back the quiet sob that escaped. She hated the fear, the pain, but in that moment, she also hated the Grail more than anything. They'd implanted a failsafe inside her like she was nothing. Her mind raced, panic and gratitude clashing in her head. She was terrified, but at least with Sabretooth, she knew what to expect—he had claimed her, owned her in every possible way, but he hadn't discarded her.
As he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back against his chest, his palm forced into her mouth, feeding her his blood, Selene couldn't help but cling to the smallest sliver of relief. Her body shuddered as his pheromones clouded her senses, and despite the terror still coursing through her veins, she was grateful. He had saved her from something far worse than him.
Her breaths were shaky, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he ravaged her, his desire evident. His voice rumbled in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, but the fear was mixed now—with survival. She would take being his prisoner over being at the mercy of the Grail any day. At least with Victor, she had a chance to live.
"Y-your pussy…," she stammered, her voice soft, almost breaking under the weight of her emotions. "My pussy belongs to you… it always will." Her throat felt tight, fear and exhaustion furthering the trauma to her mouth. Her regrowing fangs, even with the aid of his blood, they were nothing more than tiny puppy teeth. It was kind of adorable.
In that moment, Selene realized that she would much rather remain Victor's captive than ever be in the hands of the Grail again. Victor was cruel, but he had saved her life, some would say, twice, something no one else ever would have done. And for that, despite the pain, despite the terror, she was… grateful.
She stilled beneath him, and the irony wasn't lost on her. Here she was, wide, raw, vulnerable. Her pink pussy swallowed his cock hungrily, never satisfied. Everything that was supposed to be a vampire female's life, especially one with the royal lineage she descended from, was currently transpiring. Submissively cowering in her nest, waiting to be bred.
"Please fuck me."
"Please fuck me." She had said. Her voice sweet and sultry. Victor couldn't stand it. Not when her pheromones were so apparent. The sincere plea from her lips only made him go crazier as he dropped fully into the rage state… Only it wasn't rage. He only felt complete lust.
"You fucking love your master's dick don't you?" He growled out, pulling her legs up and pinning her knees next to her ears, slamming his dick in and out of her cunt, desperate to breed, to fill his toy with his cum.
He pounded her into the mattress, biting his lip now to drip blood on her face. He wrecked her cunt, using his full strength as her tits bounced wildly from his thrusts.
"My little slave needs her master's cum?" He said in a tone he didn't recognize, grabbing her chin and sinking down.
He mashed his lips against hers, forcing a rough, downright demanding kiss from Selene. He scratched, bitch, and fucked her body, completely lost in lust now.
He smacked her face, spit on her, called her names, punched her, ripped off pieces of skin, and even still he continued fucking her wildly, a man with only a single goal.
To breed his dirty little toy.
His vampire slave moaned louder with each thrust, her desperate plea still ringing in his ears as his dick reached the deepest parts, aching for release and eager to fill up the tight pink pussy that he now owned.
"Yes I love it. I love Master's cock." she quickly agreed with feverish eagerness, eyes blown out with delight. This wasn't the end of Selene, who she was. Despite the way she begged for him to rape and abuse every inch of her body, it was fine, it was reassuring. It's not like every man could fuck her mind in this way. It's not like she would beg for every drop of cum from random passersbys whenever she was in heat. This was how things were. He had saved her, claimed, this was her life now. And it was fine.
The passion of this defiling encounter greatly overshadowed the first. Her pheromones were at a 10, which only turned her captor into even more of a sadistic breeder. Selene wondered if this was like how she was conceived.
His pet sighed in a pitched tone into his kiss, timid claws lacing into his thick mane , not dominant like the first time, but softly, only to make the connection that much deeper.
"Rape me, rape me daddy." Selene, taking every cut, every blow, every dirty name hurled her direction. She was too far gone to feel anything but toxic, delusional, obsessive desire. She felt so cheap and ashamed for allowing Logan to bury himself into her dripping cunt earlier that night. That, going forward, would be reserved for one man only.
It didn't take her long to cum hard on his length, writhing and groveling in the peak of bliss. She didn't even know why she called him Daddy. This was so new to her, but it felt natural. She would let nature take its course.
"I want…" she shuddered heavily, arms pressed against his hips to encourage him to go deeper. "I want you to make it hurt worse."
He growled, immediately obliging and digging his sharp claws into her sides, ripping through her pale skin as she tried to get him even deeper.
He stood up, still keeping inside of her as he easily held her light body, using her like a flashlight, or some other type of fucktoy.
His dick was enveloped by her wet hot folds, pulling him in and squeezing around him, trying to milk his cock for all it was worth.
He bit into her breasts, his tongue licking around her nipple as blood flowed freely.
"Where should I cum pet?" He growled, raking his claws up toward her breasts as she held onto him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.
"Maybe I should breed you," He growled, slamming her into the hardwood floor as he pressed her into a matting press, his dick managing to reach even deeper as sweat and blood fell to the floor.
"I'd bet you love that, having your rapist's child, your masters whelps growing inside your womb!" He slammed into her a final time, feeling as if this was why he had met Selene, to make her have his child.
An outrageous amount of cum burst from his cock, his dick pulsing as it overflowed Selene's hungry cunt.
He flipped them over so she was on top, his hands on her hips and thrusting up into her. "You wanna please daddy don't you slut? I think you want daddy to feed that pussy his delicious seed!"
He didn't know where he learned to talk like this, nor did he know why it felt so natural, but it was. It felt good to tease, degrade, humiliate his vampire slave as she rode his dick.
It was perfect.
It had gotten to the point where Selene wasn't in control of her body, her actions, her own voice. It was like ancient, understood power consumed her, guided her into her new role as obedient cockslut, slave, whore. All the things that a week ago, she'd rather rip her own heart out than be confined to.
Her mutilated breasts were heavy, soft nipples hard, thick heady veins pulsating and perfect to be cut, to be bled.They seemed to perk and grow firmer, more full from every careless taunt, every impact that he delivered. This was a breeding that, despite Sabretooth's origins, would make Selene's ancestors proud.
She thought it was funny he asked where to cum, wasn't it obvious? During a heat cycle, only one hole is a goal. "Fill my pussy," she pleaded like a pathetic stray dog, willing to do tricks for even a single scrap of food. The minute she felt his hot, sticky infiltrate her ravaged cunt, it was like a barrage of fireworks let off behind her yellowed eyes. Just the sensation, the pressure from the load was enough to push her over the edge. Selene came, body instinctively tightened, walls pulsating, in an attempt to pull his seed even deeper against her cervix, trying to guarantee success.
"Thank you…Daddy." his bitch gushed, her motions quick and fluid to keep up with his change in position. Selene was no stranger to riding, it's what a proud Vampiress preferred. With slow, steady, deliberate motions she rocked her hips against his, fully healed and full of raging delight. She brought one hand down to rest on his chest, the other scooping up the mixture of cum and blood and smearing it deep into her mouth.
Victor spanked her ass, pulling and pushing her just right, even on the bottom he was in control. He grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to is.
"How does it feel to be bred by someone superior pet?" He asked before shoving his middle finger up her tightest hole, moving the hand on her hair to slap her.
As she rode him like a bitch possessed he had but one thought. Why hadn't he just done this all his life?
He could have had anyone and anything he wanted, sure he didn't like weak women but he could have used their bodies as well.
It didn't matter now though, because he had the perfect immortal slave to break on his dick. Her moans were music to his ears, the wet sounds of his dick ravaging her pussy the instrumentals.
If he had known vampires like this back when he was younger, he'd have his very own to himself by now.
Victor, with his incredible regeneration, allowed himself to let loose, cumming in her pussy once more, the hot white seed oozing out the side of Selene as he moved them once again.
Bent over with her arm in between her legs, his hands holding her hands as he slammed his dick in and out of her ass, not caring if it was ready or not. She'd need to always be prepared from now on, because he was quite liking fucking her tight little ass…
He kept her wrists together with one hand and pulled her hair back with the other, her face inches from the mirror and able to see how much of a whore she had become.
"Look at the fallen vampire, the slave queen of your race, pray to your ancestors, let them know just how much of a failure you are slut," He pounded harder, pressing her face against the mirror and using wide thrusts to destroy her ass.
Truth be told, there weren't words to describe how it felt.
Selene's heart raced as she remained entwined with Victor, her body trembling from both the pain and the strange, intoxicating pull she felt toward him. Every brutal motion sent shockwaves through her, but instead of fear, what overwhelmed her was awe—pure, uncontrollable awe. His strength, his dominance, it was terrifying, yet it held her captive in ways she couldn't fully understand.
She knew it was wrong. She knew she should hate him for what he had done, for how he had broken her so completely. And here she was, the posterchild for Stockholm Syndrome. Yet, with each rough motion, each growl in her ear, she felt herself sinking deeper into his control, falling under his spell like a helpless moth drawn to the flame.
*This isn't how it's supposed to be*, she thought, her mind briefly drifting back to the person she once was—proud, fierce, untouchable. But that version of her seemed so distant now, almost a stranger. In this moment, she wasn't that woman anymore. She was something else entirely. And as much as she fought the truth, as much as she tried to resist, the pull toward Victor was undeniable.
The thought of carrying his children—his heirs—made her heart pound faster. The very idea of it sent a wave of warmth through her. She imagined what they might look like: Would they inherit his wild strength, his feral intensity? Or would they resemble her, with her quiet, cold beauty? The thought danced in her mind, and despite everything, despite the cruelty, she realized how deeply she wanted it.
She was supposed to be stronger than this. She was supposed to resist. But as Victor's power enveloped her, she knew one truth: She had never been more obedient, and in a twisted way, it felt like fate.
And the strangest part of all? She didn't want to fight it anymore.
"Yes…" she gasped before arching her head sharply when her asshole was stretched far past his limits. Yes the goal was to breed, but he'd already seeded her gaping pussy 2 times over, so this shouldn't be much of a concern.
Selene blinked, watching their sordid reflections in the mirror. At that moment, he looked like a god. No, he was her God. Only the faintest of marks remained on her body, yet she was still caked in blood. It was delicious. She smiled, looking up at it before straining for another disgusting, sloppy kiss.
Victor flooded her ass with his cum as he kissed her, still pressing her body against the mirror as he slid out of her. He felt her lick at his lips, her hips still trying to please his dick even though she couldn't even stand on her own anymore. It was as if she was possessed, she hadn't even noticed he had finished fucking her. He gave one sharp smack to her ass, pulling her back onto the bed and allowing her to lay on top of him, their dirty body covered in blood spit and cum. "Clean my dick off," He ordered, knowing she knew exactly how. He relaxed, laying against the soft covers and closing his eyes. Perhaps it was entering the rage state… Lust state? But he was impossibly tired. He fell asleep just like that, satisfied and his dick in his slaves mouth. He knew one thing though, things were going to be different from now on…
After Victor finally succumbed to sleep, Selene lay still for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing against his hair, savoring the rare moment of peace in his presence. His power, his raw energy, was ever-present even in his sleep, and yet, for the first time in a long while, she felt something close to tenderness. With a quiet sigh, she slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb him. The natural instincts of her nocturnal nature made the night feel more like home, her movements fluid in the darkness.
Padding across the room, she found herself in front of the bathroom mirror. Her reflection stared back, and she studied it, trying to see if she looked different. I feel different, she thought, tilting her head slightly, running her hands along her neck and jaw. Something had shifted inside her, a transformation not visible to the eye but undeniable in her soul. She wasn't sure if it was from him, or if this change had always been creeping beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to come out.
After a long moment, she turned away, stepping into the shower and letting the warm water wash over her pale skin. The sensation grounded her, washing away the remnants of their night. As the water cascaded over her, her mind wandered to the future—what her next steps would be, where she would go, and how she would navigate the uncharted path she now walked with Victor.
Clean and refreshed, she moved to her closet, methodically selecting her gear: hats, gloves, sunglasses, and umbrellas. The staples of a life spent in the shadows, always hiding from the sun. A pang of sadness struck her as she thought about how she could never share the sunlight with him. But Victor, she mused, seemed to thrive in the darkness. The night belonged to him as much as it did to her, and she found comfort in that. Their bond was forged in the shadows, and it was there they would continue to exist.
When everything was packed, Selene returned to the bed where Victor still lay, his breathing deep and steady. She slid in beside him, curling up against his large form, her arm wrapping around his torso as she settled into the role of big spoon. There was a vulnerability in this moment that she hadn't allowed herself to feel before, but now, it felt right. She pressed her cheek against his back, the steady rise and fall of his chest soothing her in a way she hadn't anticipated.
Selene wondered briefly if this tenderness would upset him when he woke, but for now, she allowed herself this rare moment of closeness. After all, when dawn broke and the sun rose—hidden behind the blackout curtains—he would awaken, and the world would fall back into their chaotic rhythm. For now, they had this quiet, and she wouldn't let it go.
Victor sat silently as the Uber drove him and Selene across New York. Turns out he quite likes physical touch. Waking up to her holding him from behind had been a surprise. An even bigger surprise was that he had slept well, usually he was always alert and woke up dozens of times throughout his sleep cycle. For the first time since he had mutated he'd stayed asleep for a full nine hours. He sniffed the air, arousal from the driver, while Selene seemed to be worried about something. Feeling annoyed he allowed a hand to come across her shoulder. If this didn't comfort her oh well, it was the best he had as they drove toward His and Birdy's New York hideout.
Selene glanced at Victor, her expression unreadable as always, though her mind was far from calm. The city lights flickered outside, casting fleeting shadows across her face. His touch on her shoulder, unexpected and oddly comforting, brought her back to the present, away from the thoughts that weighed her down.
"I didn't expect you to be so... tactile," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. There was a hint of amusement in her tone, though her eyes held something deeper, perhaps concern.
She felt his annoyance, and could sense the simmering tension within him. Victor was always a storm waiting to break, and yet, here he was—gentle, or as close as he could get. She appreciated the gesture, even if he didn't fully understand why it mattered.
Selene's mind wandered as she leaned into Victor's touch, her lips curling into a slight smile. She thought of herself as his pet, his prize, tethered to him in ways both unseen and unspoken. It wasn't just affection or loyalty—no, it was deeper than that, a bond forged in blood and violence, something primal. Victor had claimed her, and she had accepted that claim, willingly, perhaps even eagerly.
To the outside world, she might have seemed like nothing more than his trophy, his brainwashed slave,the fierce woman who stood by the side of one of the most dangerous beings in existence. But she understood her role—her place. The leash he had her on was tight, binding her to him. And though she could escape, she had no desire to run. She found power in that surrender, in being his possession, something few would ever understand.
She knew he saw her as more than a pet, but there was no denying the dynamic. His eyes on her, his hand resting possessively on her, were a constant reminder. And she reveled in it. Being his prize meant she was valuable, irreplaceable, in a way that gave her security in the chaotic world they lived in. Her loyalty was absolute, not because she was afraid to leave, but because she had no intention of going anywhere.