Pleasured Sins of My Past

Chapter 3
Intrusions of Memory

Flowers…..fields…..sundown….driving alone….alone. Alone. I woke but it wasn’t dark it was light. The rays of the sun beating down on me like the finger of a mother scorning her child. My head swam, deep dark colors filled my brain. What happened last night?, it rang over and over in my ears. I rolled off my back onto my side feeling sore and beaten which wasn’t right. Attempting to rise to my knees I felt a stinging pain in my chest and my side. I crawled to the familiar door of the bathroom reaching the rim of the white sink that overflowed with pink water. Why was there blood mingling?, what happened?, why was I in pain? Over and over the question flowed over like the small waterfall from the bathroom sink.

I felt like I was drunk and my hangover was teaching me a lesson, but what lesson? Inching my way to the mirror I saw the familiar face looking back at me, blond hair mussed and tangled, beard scraggly and shadowed, blood. Blood. BLOOD!! Last night, the drive, the sunset, the flowers, that delicious smell….Mariko….then what? My arms shook as I gathered my girth to stand to examine further. I sniffed, it wasn’t mine but I knew it, the scent dwelled in my nostrils, whose was it? My memory raced, so many victims, so many fights, who dammit WHO?!!!

My reflection stared back at me mocking me because I knew that face knew what happened, grinning that foul unpleasant line of fang that glinted so sinister. My lip quivered with anger as my mind couldn’t focus on the last few hours. Flowers and glass…wait glass, what about glass. My eyes meet me and he laughs, laughing at my confusion. Soon there are several shards of me laughing, mocking and I find myself taking deep breaths as my body is being sprayed from the broken pipe in the wall as I step over the pieces of porcelain sink cutting the soles of my feet.

The slight stinging that shot through my toes triggered a flash. The sound of the broken material I slowly kicked made my brain twitch. I leaned against the wall my fingers straining through the tangled mess of hair as my mind frazzled to find the pieces I lost from the night before. The answers to this pain throbbing in my chest, the burning scar in my side. I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could, flashes snapping quick like a camera, the light too fast fer my brain to register. I felt the floor on my knees in irritation, as the pictures wouldn’t come together. I felt my eyes begin to burn with tears as the frustration began to overwhelm me. Did I kill, I do it all the fuckin’ time! Was the blood of someone close…ridiculous Creed you loathe everyone you come across. The sadness built stronger as did my impatience to this…this feeling of remorse.

‘Aaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!’

I collapsed from the aggravation and the next thing I knew the room was dark, flooded and I felt the undying need to huddle into a corner fer the thoughts that ran through my head as of late…Mariko…Silver Fox…the things I wanna do t’ Bella and my new prey.

My voice echoed through the wall shaking the windows. I turned and found myself running through the house down the stairs to the jeep. Dirt and gravel sped through the tires as I pulled out like a bat outta hell towards the last place I remembered. The back roads were still empty as always. I made a sharp turn almost toppling over the car which is damn near impossible with an H2. Reaching the field in less than 10 minutes I jumped out as the car rolled to a stop on the other side of the road. Feeling the rocks beneath my feet I looked down at myself to see the tattered clothes that hung loosely on my body. The shirt I ripped off leaving it to the animals to sniff, piss and shit on, the silk not my real concern, I have plenty. My breath became labored as my chest squeezed tighter and tighter as I drew closer to the muddy land I happened upon hours before.

The mud seemed to drag be down in the abyss my mind was so demanding to bring it to. I found myself grabbing at the grass like a lifeline on a cliff as I dragged my body to the beautiful home before me. The door, the door was covered with board and yellow tape crossed it meaning danger. Did I do that? What the hell brought me hear? Leaning against the wall I realized my body went into my covert stance keeping my appearance as minimal as I could. I heard voices and followed them around the patio to what seemed like the kitchen, but they came from above. A trellis helped me up as I came upon a balcony and an open window.

The room was slightly dark from the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight. The doors were cracked enough fer my face to fit through. I crouched down and took a quick whiff and smelled a very familiar scent that descended heavy in the air. I leaned in closer to adjust my eyes and saw a beautiful face of Jean Grey. She was on the bed running her hand through her hair tossing the red mane out of face as she leaned up and began rocking her hips slowly. The smell of her sex and sweat lingered to me sparking the old me, the fire rising from my dick felt so good I growled in my throat. I was ready to leap but I only stayed crouched and watched the show.

His hands found her hips and he pressed them firmly holding her down driving his cock fully inside her with slow hard thrusts. She gave a long slow moan as she grabbed her breasts pinching the bouncy flesh. I saw he was getting his rhythm when a knock came at the door.

‘Hey get yer ass in gear Summers!’

The familiar voice of Logan triggered another animal inside me, but I stopped when Scott yelled to him through the door.

‘Fuck you!!’

The sound of the words echoed in my head and my memories came flooding back. I sat there and watched as he turned the red head over and began to fuck her as if she were the last bitch on earth and doomsday was a comin’. She begged fer him to slow his pace, but it only seemed to infuriate him. The bed rocked as he tried to split her body in two. He mumbled something under his breath as he pulled out and spurted his spunk all over her face. She squealed in disbelief as if she were violated by the worst atrocity. I chuckled to myself at the prissy bitch and watched Scott tread off to the bathroom not apologizing fer treatin’ his wife like some lowly whore. Then I saw it. Scott Summers had four deep claw gashes in his back. My brain began to reel.

‘I fucked the piss ant leader of the X-creeps.’

The memories flooded back to me in a rush the my body began to shudder. The feeling that swept over me made me nauseous and thrown by the sheer enjoyment I felt that knowing it made him feel like shit, but why? He was absolutely nothing to me. My ears began to fill with the marriage quibble of their stupid argument of how and where is ejaculation goes and warnings next time. Annoyed I returned to the field before the runt found my scent knowing I intruded on his home.

‘Did he tell the others? Did Summers realize it was me or did he care it was me or rather a man period that raped and scarred him?

Regardless of how elated I should have felt my body felt so empty and cold. The burden seemed to bear its weight. My conscience ate away at me like a carnivore over its dead trophy. The moon shone down on me spotlighting these infuriating feelings. I felt weightless even though I was amid an array of the white blanket of blossoms. A quiet sleep overtook me. My eyelids too heavy to bear the sight I saw only moments ago.

****Dream Sequence****

The mud on the feet of the beast felt so heavy as the legs trudged to the door. A dark figure from a nightmare loomed outside glaring and snarling in the beautiful glass doors, watching…panting….craving. A quick whiff, a scent, not sweet and savory…no more like woodsy…manly.

****CRASH****

Unsuspecting, vulnerable just how he liked it. Glass and wood chips flying as fast as his body to the morsel before him. Half naked, tired and groggy, the body having a restless night of its own, just like his, but only different. Shards slice into the face of the tormentor, the back and shoulders of the victim. The monster lunges and leaps his object of desire staggers to one knee confused of the intrusion. Turning to defend his home, ready to reveal his red orbs of light only to find claws sinking into his flesh, long and deep. His body screamed in agony only his voice capable of release.

Breathing a needed option, but only causes more pain. His chest racked with pain, the searing sting of the blood running down his chest onto the floor, puddles. Another strike, this time his back his body fully on the floor desperately trying to crawl to safety. Safety is no longer an option, the beast has risen inside me. The sight of his blood pooling around him roused the demon that lay dormant for only a few hours that day. The night air flowed through the house billowing my hair, tingling my spine as it grazed across my face and back.

Scott Summers adversary, prey, victim to do whatever at my disposal. My nose recognizing that familiar scent….long gone for days weeks at most. My body hovers like nightfall on a home, devouring and scaring whatever it covers, the refuge lost. He crawls slowly not trying to protect himself. My fingers drip small drops onto the clean carpet leaving a trail. My tongue urges to taste it, lick the tasty hot liquid from my digits savoring the coppery tang sliding down my throat.

Wiping the blood across my face I found my body on top of his. Hands fighting to keep the monster at bay only making the tyrant angry he finds himself bleeding more, head woozy and swimming. Clothes turned to shreds of cloth revealing a vulnerable helpless man. Red eyes meet mine only to be knocked into an numbed slumber. My tongue I feel it ache and stretch to lap the hot salty fluid, to lightly dance on my taste buds. His muscles tense, arch to the disgusting touch, his eyes I see them flutter under the devil lenses. My saliva trails down his lower back, the light wind cooling his paling skin.

I feel it, my cock pressing hard against my pants demanding release only to be dipped in an unknown abyss. Moments pass, it’s free…hard…menacing..an unspoken threat ready to bring pain for it’s pleasure. No foreplay, no intimate touch to ease the pain. I don’t bring a wet finger to the puckered hole to make the entrance calmer….I only want to bring a damaging blight to his ego, knock him down notches he only dreamed of that would never come to pass.

His dark sandy locks entwine between my fingers pressing his skull to the soft carpet, his only haven of security. Claws dig into the tanned flesh exposing the dark virgin hole. One long hard thrust stretching and widening to fit my swollen mushroom. The deep hungry growl in my throat resonates in his ears alerting him of the unwanted invasion of his enemy’s cock. His mouth grits trying to hold back the scream he need desperately to help in some unrealistic way to ease the pain. Harder, harder pushing until I vanish completely inside the tight asshole of the asshole.

Hands and fingers claw wanting to escape…fighting it only turned me on more. My hips moved rising and falling as my cock slipped in and out of his ass, the feel of him stretching to fit me as I filled him completely. Faster and faster, the rug burned my knees, his screams become more and more louder, faster and faster. His ass felt so good, the soft walls enveloping around me easing me in further and further with every push and pull my body allowed. His body began to shake as did mine, his fists clenched anger overpowering him.

Grunts of anger becoming grunts of pleasure…wanting…needing. His ass pushing against me, who knew the Summers creep would ever…. Ass and hips bump rhythmically faster harder, harder faster, blood boils, drips as the pressure mounts.

****More….****

The word travels on the air filling the room, through my ears, over the broken wood and glass, through the clean hallways. The perversion of his lust for more, from one his greatest enemies. At last I feel the globs of cum fill his ass as his own spurts onto the carpet and my knees. Dripping and oozing as I pull away from the gaping hole. I feel my feet leave trudging through the mud and thickets of trees and bushes only to find myself wallowing in a field of pain, pleasure and again remorse.