Victor and Ren: Hunter and Kunoichi
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Round Two
Reveiw please this is my first so be nice. ^^
I don’t know what happened to me, but sometime when Mr. Creed was fucking my brains out I began to enjoy it. I wanted more, I wanted him not to stop. Don’t stop Victor, I need you… Do I? Do I need him? Or do I just need anyone, just someone to satisfy me? No, I need him. I’m addicted to Victor Creed, the mass murderer, I think I’m in love with my enemy. And the thing is I don’t feel bad, in fact I feel overcome with happiness, I crawl over to him, my legs are too weak to support me. It’s sort of embarrassing, asking him this but I want him so badly. I never felt this way for anyone before.
“Um, Mr. Creed, can we make love again.” It’s not really a question and I’m pretty sure I know the answer. He looks surprised.
“Call me Victor.” I smile, I don’t know why but I do it, regardless.
“Okay, Victor,” I say letting lust drip off every word I coo to him, “you wanna go another round.” It’s a strange feeling, letting yourself shift from being in control and distant to being some kind of sex kitten. Nevertheless, it’s enjoyable and my lips curl and . He gets up with a hard on already; now that my eyes have adjusted to dark I see the outline of his cock, opps, I think I might have overdone it a bit. His eleven inch cock stares hungrily at me.
“It ain’t gonna be just one round Renny.” Good, I want you to take out your desires on me; hell knows you haven’t had a woman willingly for quite a while. He holds me up, so that I’m face to face with him. He pauses. He’s unsure of himself, slightly reluctant, holding back; I know that and I don’t even have to use my telepathy. His claws hold me delicately, not like before.
“Are you sure about this, you might die.” Is that concern in his voice, how sweet of him. Victor Creed actually cares about me, probably the first person in my life that does. I lean into him, feeling the space in between his neck and collarbone. I kiss him softly, and go up to his lips and kiss him again, my approval. He grins, then, pain. His gigantic cock rammed into me, it felt like it was ripping through my recently healed parts. I dig my nails into him until I feel a warm fluid on the tips of my fingers. Hey, I can hurt him too. He waits until I loosen my death grip on him then pulls a few inches out off me and slowly pulls them back in. It begins again, the thing that made me want more. I start to feel the pleasure. It happens faster this time, the heat building inside me. He lays me on the bed, careful not to take his cock out of me. My legs are up in the air; Victor has to hold my lower half up to make up for our size difference.
“Ren…” He breathes, as he starts moving faster. It takes all my power just to keep my legs from closing around him, my multiple orgasms contract my muscles. I can't believe how much noise I'm making. He must be reaching his climaxing now; his stokes become slower but deeper and stronger. He howls and I feel the hot fluid shoot up into my womb and he stops for a moment, I breathe a sigh of relief, which turns into a gasp as I feel a tongue protrude into my pussy. I can’t stop my legs from instinctively wrapping around Victor’s head; pulling him in closer. His cat like tongue attempted to lick away all of my juices, God it is so wonderful, I tilted my head back as his tongue when deeper into my warmth, making my head spin. All of the sudden I feel it dip into a space I never have been touched before. His tongue laps my clit giving me so much pleasure, I cried out my arms fall out as I collasp after my orgasm. Victor Creed aka the Sex Monster loom over me, I still feel I bit woozy from before but I manage to smile, letting my hands run through his course hair. He put me down again, kissing me, letting me taste my own cum. And then he started again, and cummed again and again. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, only the pleasure and the slippery juices that leaked from my pussy; a mixture of our orgasms. I couldn’t think anymore, it was too much for my first night, I was getting to tired but he kept on going, in and out, loosen my entire womanhood, the bleeding has stopped, they are probably scars or healed by now. I can’t believe he’s still going,I can hardly think; teaches me not to use up all my energy on the first five times he cums. He grips my breasts at he orgasms, giving me more scars. But I’m too tired to even scream, or any noise for that matter.I think he might be talking to me, but I can’t even see him or heard him now.
Ok a bit short but I'm busy doing other things. 28 more days till christmas! lol Hope you liked it.
I don’t know what happened to me, but sometime when Mr. Creed was fucking my brains out I began to enjoy it. I wanted more, I wanted him not to stop. Don’t stop Victor, I need you… Do I? Do I need him? Or do I just need anyone, just someone to satisfy me? No, I need him. I’m addicted to Victor Creed, the mass murderer, I think I’m in love with my enemy. And the thing is I don’t feel bad, in fact I feel overcome with happiness, I crawl over to him, my legs are too weak to support me. It’s sort of embarrassing, asking him this but I want him so badly. I never felt this way for anyone before.
“Um, Mr. Creed, can we make love again.” It’s not really a question and I’m pretty sure I know the answer. He looks surprised.
“Call me Victor.” I smile, I don’t know why but I do it, regardless.
“Okay, Victor,” I say letting lust drip off every word I coo to him, “you wanna go another round.” It’s a strange feeling, letting yourself shift from being in control and distant to being some kind of sex kitten. Nevertheless, it’s enjoyable and my lips curl and . He gets up with a hard on already; now that my eyes have adjusted to dark I see the outline of his cock, opps, I think I might have overdone it a bit. His eleven inch cock stares hungrily at me.
“It ain’t gonna be just one round Renny.” Good, I want you to take out your desires on me; hell knows you haven’t had a woman willingly for quite a while. He holds me up, so that I’m face to face with him. He pauses. He’s unsure of himself, slightly reluctant, holding back; I know that and I don’t even have to use my telepathy. His claws hold me delicately, not like before.
“Are you sure about this, you might die.” Is that concern in his voice, how sweet of him. Victor Creed actually cares about me, probably the first person in my life that does. I lean into him, feeling the space in between his neck and collarbone. I kiss him softly, and go up to his lips and kiss him again, my approval. He grins, then, pain. His gigantic cock rammed into me, it felt like it was ripping through my recently healed parts. I dig my nails into him until I feel a warm fluid on the tips of my fingers. Hey, I can hurt him too. He waits until I loosen my death grip on him then pulls a few inches out off me and slowly pulls them back in. It begins again, the thing that made me want more. I start to feel the pleasure. It happens faster this time, the heat building inside me. He lays me on the bed, careful not to take his cock out of me. My legs are up in the air; Victor has to hold my lower half up to make up for our size difference.
“Ren…” He breathes, as he starts moving faster. It takes all my power just to keep my legs from closing around him, my multiple orgasms contract my muscles. I can't believe how much noise I'm making. He must be reaching his climaxing now; his stokes become slower but deeper and stronger. He howls and I feel the hot fluid shoot up into my womb and he stops for a moment, I breathe a sigh of relief, which turns into a gasp as I feel a tongue protrude into my pussy. I can’t stop my legs from instinctively wrapping around Victor’s head; pulling him in closer. His cat like tongue attempted to lick away all of my juices, God it is so wonderful, I tilted my head back as his tongue when deeper into my warmth, making my head spin. All of the sudden I feel it dip into a space I never have been touched before. His tongue laps my clit giving me so much pleasure, I cried out my arms fall out as I collasp after my orgasm. Victor Creed aka the Sex Monster loom over me, I still feel I bit woozy from before but I manage to smile, letting my hands run through his course hair. He put me down again, kissing me, letting me taste my own cum. And then he started again, and cummed again and again. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, only the pleasure and the slippery juices that leaked from my pussy; a mixture of our orgasms. I couldn’t think anymore, it was too much for my first night, I was getting to tired but he kept on going, in and out, loosen my entire womanhood, the bleeding has stopped, they are probably scars or healed by now. I can’t believe he’s still going,I can hardly think; teaches me not to use up all my energy on the first five times he cums. He grips my breasts at he orgasms, giving me more scars. But I’m too tired to even scream, or any noise for that matter.I think he might be talking to me, but I can’t even see him or heard him now.
Ok a bit short but I'm busy doing other things. 28 more days till christmas! lol Hope you liked it.