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She's a Lady
Summary: Victor shares his home, life and work with a woman who increasingly works her way under his skin and into his heart.
Days, weeks..2 months pass. Magdelena,..Maggie..is part of the house now. She picked up Birdy's old duties without a single complaint. She does the laundry, cleans the house, she runs my baths. She's a hell of a cook actually.
"Well somebody had ta cook for Daddy and my brothers after Mama died,.." she said with a little shrug. But she smiles when I comment on her cooking. Soul food she calls it, to make up for us not havin' souls. I hate when she says things like that. Everyday I spend around her makes me realize that she and I do have souls..and perhaps we were just missing pieces. We don't have to talk all the time. In fact there are evenings when we just sit together and watch the news. I smoke cigars, she sharpens knives, or cleans the guns, her hands moving quick and efficient. She's quick and efficient at everything. I've gathered by watching her that she's a fairly skilled Telekinetic and strong enough to levitate herself. Her other power is the one that gets me everytime,.she manipulates her density. She can go from normal to mist, like a ghost and pass thru walls and doors..or all the way to heavy and hard as steel, or anywhere in between. The combination makes her hard to catch and harder to kill. I like that about her. I also love the way she puts up with me.
Mister Creed,..he's passion personified. It's in the way he walks, talks, his smile, his anger and his kisses. He's hard as hell to kill, many have tried but none have prevailed so they say. That's good since my powers tend to put anyone I'm around in danger. We workout in the gym downstairs together, trying our powers against each other in play battles that leave us sweat drenched and bloody and panting for breath..
Workout Time---
"C'mon Mag! block me!" I growl, swiping at her, claws extended.
"Mister Creed,..you're goin' too fast!" she pants for breath, throwing up shield after shield of TK with matching swipes of her hands. Her ponytail coming loose, strands of yellow blonde hair falling around her ears. We've been at this for a good 45 minutes already.
"Deal with it, frail. Other people ain't gonna hold back for ya.." I answer, turning and picking up a pole ax from the rack against the wall. An old weapon but still has its uses. Her eyes go wide and she sees the swing coming, the sharpened blade swinging at her side. She denses up and holds her hands out to stop it, gripping the blade with her hands and TK, her heavy feet drag across the floor as my swing doesn't stop. She smacks against a weightbench and topples it with a cry of surprise.
"Dont...call...me...frail!" she growls back at me and with a gesture sends 3 hand barbell weights flying at my head..the 4th one flips end over end heading for the family jewels. I knock it away and am rewarded with a pummeling from the 3 smaller barbells.
"AGH! Ow! Okay! Boo-boo kitty fuck!" I snort out a laugh, trying to dodge the barbells as she's getting back to her feet. She busts out laughing and they drop to the floor, one landing square on my big toe. I groan and grit my teeth.
"Oh! Victor, I'm sorry!" She says eyes wide and comes toward me, acting all sympathetic.
I wait till she's in range and swing my injured foot up in a roundhouse kick, catching her in the chest and knocking her sprawling on the floor. She leaves a dent. She glares up at me and grabs for my foot with both hands, digging those solid steel feeling nails into my ankle.
"Son of a bitch!" she snarls, pushing at my foot, her dark brown eyes filled with fire.
"Didn't think I'd fall for that did you?" I ask and step down, pushing my foot down against her sternum. She struggles to breathe under it, glaring up at me. Then she frowns hard and phases out from under me. I fall forward when she does this, thrown off balance. She reappears in the air over me, goes solid and heavy and drops on my back, arms locking around my neck. She growls in my ear.
"Enough." she purrs and kisses my ear, her hands releasing her hold on my neck and her legs wrapping around my waist from behind. I run my hands, claws and all over her legs, leaving thin lines of blood. She hisses thru gritted teeth, I'm surprised she let me. But she never ceases to surprise me..not anymore. "Shower" she murmurs next, running her fingers over my chest, nibbling at my neck.
"Later" I rumble back, leaning down to set the weight bench back upright. I grab her arms and fling her around from my shoulders, to slam her against it. She gasps out a surprised breath and plays for me, making her eyes wide and pretending to fight me off, little sounds of protest from her throat. I shredthe shorts she's wearing and the white t-shirt to bare her body beneath them.
"Victor!" she squeaks and bats at my hands, squirming to push my buttons. This is one of my favorite games, she pretends she doesn't want it, I pretend I don't care. I snatch at her hands and fold them behind her back, pressing her down against the weight bench, using the shreds of her shirt to bind her handsin place so her shoulders are bent back and her chest thrust forward. She could get away at any time, if she really wanted to. It's a trust thing between us. I've seen it growing and for some reason it only makes it better. "Don't..stop.." she groans as I put a hand around her throat, using it to pin her down, the other clawed hand of mine ripping her panties free. "Shut..up." I growl, slapping at those perfect round tits before releasing my dick, rock hard from the workout and the fact that her heart is racing and making her smell almost afraid. I press a thumb against her clit, burrowing between the downy soft golden lips of her pussy, I stroke over it to make her writhe and moan, her hips buck up under my hand and I chuckle, half growling. "that's a good girl, tell me you like it" She gasps for breath and moans "I..I like it, I like it." I stop to slap at her tits again, harder, they bounce with the impact and she cries out in pain. "You like it what?" I murmur thru gritted teeth. "I like it Mister Creed." she gasps out half a sob, god she's good.
the sob is real, sometimes he scares me, but it's always worth it, I trust this big monster of a man, God help me I think I may even love him..
Her scent gets a taste of real fear in it, I see red and it drives me crazy. She's slick and ready for me, god I want every hole she has, I move up straddling her chest and releasing her throat to grab her hair, pulling her mouth up to my cock, her lips go around it and she sucks me in like a good little girl. She moans around the flesh in her mouth and it vibrates me to the hilt, it's all I can do to keep from fucking her mouth while she rolls that sweet tongue around my head.
I let her go and my cock comes loose with a wet pop, I move and grab her legs, raising them up against my chest and slamming into her, slicker than before, with a groan, she's tight as hell, I don't see how, but I piston my hips against her until she screams, twisting her body. I rake a claw down her chest between her breasts and down her stomach, the thin red line glows against that perfect tan skin..which IS part of her mutation I found out a while back. Then I know I want it all, pulling out and roughly flipping her over, pressing her face down on the bench I slap her thighs apart while she struggles, her hands in tight fists at the small of her back "Mister Creed, NO! Please!" she begs and I know she's playing cause even while she begs, she's squirming her ass against me. I grip my cock with one hand and steady her ass with the other, pressing into her taint slow with a deep groan, making her feel every inch. She moans and sobs, backing her ass up against me until her ass is stuffed with flesh. "Ohhh thaaat's my good little bitch, dirty little whore, you love that huge cock in your ass don't you?" I chuckle thru
a growl. She moans and whimpers again, "y-yes Mister Creed, ohhh god.."
oh fuck, it hurts like hell but feels so good at the same time, how the hell does it all fit in there, jesus H christ he's gonna rip me in two one of these days..
slap, slap, slap..the sound of my balls against her pussy, my thighs against the backs of hers, I can feel it coming and I run my hands down her back to her shoulders pulling her upright, still pounding and then I flex my claws out, pressing them against her skin, raking them all the way down her back to where her hands are bound as she falls forward with a scream and bucks against me, YES that's my girl! her scream is what pushes me over the edge and I buck, hard. once twice three times pumping her ass full of cum. Pulling away with a satisfied purr, I flick a claw against the shred of her shirt to release her hands. She lays on the weight bench, her back a mass of red lines, blood barely trickling along her skin. Her hands drag on the floor, she turns her head to pant for breath and watch me as I move away to pick up a towel. The phone rings and I answer.
"Creed..oh..is that tonight? hmm..my secretary must have forgotten to remind me,..I'll spank her later." I grin over at her as she flips me off. "sure..I know..don't pitch a fit, it'll get done." I hang up and toss a fresh towel at her too.
"Get up Mag, we got work to do tonight or did you forget?"
"musta forgot,..you've fucked my brains out.." she snorts and sighs, ruffling her hair as she gets up, easing the towel along her back.
"hey..no.." I step over, lean down and lick her back clean. She shudders under my tongue and groans.
"Victor Creed..get your ass in the shower. I'll lay out your suit and meet you in there.." she swats at me and phases floating up thru the ceiling.
We shower quickly and suit up. She helps me into the suit and arms herself. She's got black fatigues that she loves, they look good on her. The words to "She's a Lady" by Tom Jones comes to mind.
Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine...at the job, we kill together. She moves like a ghost past the guards on the old mob boss's room. her knife is a silent deadly thing, so fast so smooth. they fall like rag dolls at her feet and she opens the door for me. She stands..or floats to the side. The old man is sleeping. Maggie has a thing with security systems, those cameras that should pick you up and sound alarms..they tend to look the other way when she wants them to. I don't just kill the old fart, I gut him in his bed. She toys with the blood stained knife in her hands and watches me with hungry eyes. The flesh rips under my claws and I scrawl on the wall in his blood "Paid in Full" regarding his old debts. I'd been asked to do that..but with spray paint..blood works just as well.
We go out the window. She jumps and floats down beside me.
"Victor?"
"Yeah Maggie?"
"You..are a thing of beauty to watch shug." she says with starry eyes. It hits me just how psychotic she is, how twisted that she'd be all goo-goo eyed over seeing a man's guts ripped out. It hits me like a ton of bricks..I could fall in love with this woman. hold up...I could fall in love?
I am in so much trouble.
Days, weeks..2 months pass. Magdelena,..Maggie..is part of the house now. She picked up Birdy's old duties without a single complaint. She does the laundry, cleans the house, she runs my baths. She's a hell of a cook actually.
"Well somebody had ta cook for Daddy and my brothers after Mama died,.." she said with a little shrug. But she smiles when I comment on her cooking. Soul food she calls it, to make up for us not havin' souls. I hate when she says things like that. Everyday I spend around her makes me realize that she and I do have souls..and perhaps we were just missing pieces. We don't have to talk all the time. In fact there are evenings when we just sit together and watch the news. I smoke cigars, she sharpens knives, or cleans the guns, her hands moving quick and efficient. She's quick and efficient at everything. I've gathered by watching her that she's a fairly skilled Telekinetic and strong enough to levitate herself. Her other power is the one that gets me everytime,.she manipulates her density. She can go from normal to mist, like a ghost and pass thru walls and doors..or all the way to heavy and hard as steel, or anywhere in between. The combination makes her hard to catch and harder to kill. I like that about her. I also love the way she puts up with me.
Mister Creed,..he's passion personified. It's in the way he walks, talks, his smile, his anger and his kisses. He's hard as hell to kill, many have tried but none have prevailed so they say. That's good since my powers tend to put anyone I'm around in danger. We workout in the gym downstairs together, trying our powers against each other in play battles that leave us sweat drenched and bloody and panting for breath..
Workout Time---
"C'mon Mag! block me!" I growl, swiping at her, claws extended.
"Mister Creed,..you're goin' too fast!" she pants for breath, throwing up shield after shield of TK with matching swipes of her hands. Her ponytail coming loose, strands of yellow blonde hair falling around her ears. We've been at this for a good 45 minutes already.
"Deal with it, frail. Other people ain't gonna hold back for ya.." I answer, turning and picking up a pole ax from the rack against the wall. An old weapon but still has its uses. Her eyes go wide and she sees the swing coming, the sharpened blade swinging at her side. She denses up and holds her hands out to stop it, gripping the blade with her hands and TK, her heavy feet drag across the floor as my swing doesn't stop. She smacks against a weightbench and topples it with a cry of surprise.
"Dont...call...me...frail!" she growls back at me and with a gesture sends 3 hand barbell weights flying at my head..the 4th one flips end over end heading for the family jewels. I knock it away and am rewarded with a pummeling from the 3 smaller barbells.
"AGH! Ow! Okay! Boo-boo kitty fuck!" I snort out a laugh, trying to dodge the barbells as she's getting back to her feet. She busts out laughing and they drop to the floor, one landing square on my big toe. I groan and grit my teeth.
"Oh! Victor, I'm sorry!" She says eyes wide and comes toward me, acting all sympathetic.
I wait till she's in range and swing my injured foot up in a roundhouse kick, catching her in the chest and knocking her sprawling on the floor. She leaves a dent. She glares up at me and grabs for my foot with both hands, digging those solid steel feeling nails into my ankle.
"Son of a bitch!" she snarls, pushing at my foot, her dark brown eyes filled with fire.
"Didn't think I'd fall for that did you?" I ask and step down, pushing my foot down against her sternum. She struggles to breathe under it, glaring up at me. Then she frowns hard and phases out from under me. I fall forward when she does this, thrown off balance. She reappears in the air over me, goes solid and heavy and drops on my back, arms locking around my neck. She growls in my ear.
"Enough." she purrs and kisses my ear, her hands releasing her hold on my neck and her legs wrapping around my waist from behind. I run my hands, claws and all over her legs, leaving thin lines of blood. She hisses thru gritted teeth, I'm surprised she let me. But she never ceases to surprise me..not anymore. "Shower" she murmurs next, running her fingers over my chest, nibbling at my neck.
"Later" I rumble back, leaning down to set the weight bench back upright. I grab her arms and fling her around from my shoulders, to slam her against it. She gasps out a surprised breath and plays for me, making her eyes wide and pretending to fight me off, little sounds of protest from her throat. I shredthe shorts she's wearing and the white t-shirt to bare her body beneath them.
"Victor!" she squeaks and bats at my hands, squirming to push my buttons. This is one of my favorite games, she pretends she doesn't want it, I pretend I don't care. I snatch at her hands and fold them behind her back, pressing her down against the weight bench, using the shreds of her shirt to bind her handsin place so her shoulders are bent back and her chest thrust forward. She could get away at any time, if she really wanted to. It's a trust thing between us. I've seen it growing and for some reason it only makes it better. "Don't..stop.." she groans as I put a hand around her throat, using it to pin her down, the other clawed hand of mine ripping her panties free. "Shut..up." I growl, slapping at those perfect round tits before releasing my dick, rock hard from the workout and the fact that her heart is racing and making her smell almost afraid. I press a thumb against her clit, burrowing between the downy soft golden lips of her pussy, I stroke over it to make her writhe and moan, her hips buck up under my hand and I chuckle, half growling. "that's a good girl, tell me you like it" She gasps for breath and moans "I..I like it, I like it." I stop to slap at her tits again, harder, they bounce with the impact and she cries out in pain. "You like it what?" I murmur thru gritted teeth. "I like it Mister Creed." she gasps out half a sob, god she's good.
the sob is real, sometimes he scares me, but it's always worth it, I trust this big monster of a man, God help me I think I may even love him..
Her scent gets a taste of real fear in it, I see red and it drives me crazy. She's slick and ready for me, god I want every hole she has, I move up straddling her chest and releasing her throat to grab her hair, pulling her mouth up to my cock, her lips go around it and she sucks me in like a good little girl. She moans around the flesh in her mouth and it vibrates me to the hilt, it's all I can do to keep from fucking her mouth while she rolls that sweet tongue around my head.
I let her go and my cock comes loose with a wet pop, I move and grab her legs, raising them up against my chest and slamming into her, slicker than before, with a groan, she's tight as hell, I don't see how, but I piston my hips against her until she screams, twisting her body. I rake a claw down her chest between her breasts and down her stomach, the thin red line glows against that perfect tan skin..which IS part of her mutation I found out a while back. Then I know I want it all, pulling out and roughly flipping her over, pressing her face down on the bench I slap her thighs apart while she struggles, her hands in tight fists at the small of her back "Mister Creed, NO! Please!" she begs and I know she's playing cause even while she begs, she's squirming her ass against me. I grip my cock with one hand and steady her ass with the other, pressing into her taint slow with a deep groan, making her feel every inch. She moans and sobs, backing her ass up against me until her ass is stuffed with flesh. "Ohhh thaaat's my good little bitch, dirty little whore, you love that huge cock in your ass don't you?" I chuckle thru
a growl. She moans and whimpers again, "y-yes Mister Creed, ohhh god.."
oh fuck, it hurts like hell but feels so good at the same time, how the hell does it all fit in there, jesus H christ he's gonna rip me in two one of these days..
slap, slap, slap..the sound of my balls against her pussy, my thighs against the backs of hers, I can feel it coming and I run my hands down her back to her shoulders pulling her upright, still pounding and then I flex my claws out, pressing them against her skin, raking them all the way down her back to where her hands are bound as she falls forward with a scream and bucks against me, YES that's my girl! her scream is what pushes me over the edge and I buck, hard. once twice three times pumping her ass full of cum. Pulling away with a satisfied purr, I flick a claw against the shred of her shirt to release her hands. She lays on the weight bench, her back a mass of red lines, blood barely trickling along her skin. Her hands drag on the floor, she turns her head to pant for breath and watch me as I move away to pick up a towel. The phone rings and I answer.
"Creed..oh..is that tonight? hmm..my secretary must have forgotten to remind me,..I'll spank her later." I grin over at her as she flips me off. "sure..I know..don't pitch a fit, it'll get done." I hang up and toss a fresh towel at her too.
"Get up Mag, we got work to do tonight or did you forget?"
"musta forgot,..you've fucked my brains out.." she snorts and sighs, ruffling her hair as she gets up, easing the towel along her back.
"hey..no.." I step over, lean down and lick her back clean. She shudders under my tongue and groans.
"Victor Creed..get your ass in the shower. I'll lay out your suit and meet you in there.." she swats at me and phases floating up thru the ceiling.
We shower quickly and suit up. She helps me into the suit and arms herself. She's got black fatigues that she loves, they look good on her. The words to "She's a Lady" by Tom Jones comes to mind.
Well she's all you'd ever want,
She's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner.
She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I'm about,
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady.
Talkin' about that little lady and the lady is mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine...at the job, we kill together. She moves like a ghost past the guards on the old mob boss's room. her knife is a silent deadly thing, so fast so smooth. they fall like rag dolls at her feet and she opens the door for me. She stands..or floats to the side. The old man is sleeping. Maggie has a thing with security systems, those cameras that should pick you up and sound alarms..they tend to look the other way when she wants them to. I don't just kill the old fart, I gut him in his bed. She toys with the blood stained knife in her hands and watches me with hungry eyes. The flesh rips under my claws and I scrawl on the wall in his blood "Paid in Full" regarding his old debts. I'd been asked to do that..but with spray paint..blood works just as well.
We go out the window. She jumps and floats down beside me.
"Victor?"
"Yeah Maggie?"
"You..are a thing of beauty to watch shug." she says with starry eyes. It hits me just how psychotic she is, how twisted that she'd be all goo-goo eyed over seeing a man's guts ripped out. It hits me like a ton of bricks..I could fall in love with this woman. hold up...I could fall in love?
I am in so much trouble.