What's Your Fantasy

A/N: Since I wrote one Acolytes tale, I figured I should follow with a pairing I’ve been thinking of for some time for another of Magneto’s lackeys. This story is a tribute to one of my other all time favorite shows – Buffy the Vampire Slayer – and the characters actions are modeled after Spike & Buffy from that show.

Rating: TOTAL NC-17 for rough sex, dirty talking and possible ick factor in pairing.
Pairing: Wanda the Scarlet Witch/Vic Creed aka Sabertooth

It’s a very unusual pairing, but a VERY HOT fic.

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Slayed

Wanda Maximoff was looking for a vampire.

A very big, very dangerous demon who’d been terrorizing Bayville for days.

The dark, secluded woods she was wandering through on this night on the trail of the creature were eerily quite, causing her to huddle deeper in her trenchcoat and grip the large wooden stake she held tighter.

Her blue eyes darted in every direction around her as she moved along the path she’d found through the trees.

Suddenly her body jolted to a stop as her slayer senses detected a presence near by.

He was here, she thought with a smile of anticipation.

That smile was quickly wiped from her face though when two large hands clamped down on her slender shoulders from behind and held her immobile while her head was tipped to the side for a pair of fangs to sink into her neck.

Practically paralyzed by the sharp incisors piercing her flesh, Wanda’s eyes drifted shut as the stake fell from her suddenly limp fingers.

Rather than go ahead and kill her, the vampire suddenly released her.

His hands spun her body free of the coat she wore, leaving her a bit diand and almost tumbling her to the ground.

The fighter within her finally awoke to this battle and stopped her body from falling. It also had her pulling out another stake from the waistband of her skirt and stiffened her spine so she stood up straight as she faced her enemy.

In the faint moonlight shimmering through the treetops, she finally saw him and gasped.

He was magnificent.

A thick flowing mane of blonde hair, ruggedly handsome features, and a large muscled body that dwarfed her small feminine frame.

Never before had she been pitted against something so intimidating and she had to gulp back the fear she felt.

She was the slayer, Wanda told herself firmly, and she could defeat any demon so long as she remained calm.

With a wickedly demonic smile the vampire leapt toward her with a near roar and all thoughts of calm fled as she was unable to stifle the shriek that escaped her throat.

Far from being a complete idiot, she turned tail and ran from the creature as fast as she could.

But he was faster.

His laughter floated across the otherwise silent night as he apparently enjoyed this chase he was forced to give to bring her down.

Running faster and gasping for breath as her lungs began to burn, Wanda tried to block out that laughter.

She didn’t want to hear it or him or anything.

And she got her wish.

Her senses were so focused on watching where she ran and monitoring her heartbeat and breathing as she raced through the night that her ears failed to hear him right on her heels.

When his hand latched onto her shoulder and spun her around before quickly pushing her back against a tree, it took all her strength not to faint in horror.

It was over. Just like that her young life had ended. She closed her eyes and swallowed down tears of defeat as she turned her head to the to to give him easy access to her jugular vein.

As his head bent toward her soft flesh she could feel his breath drifting over her skin and it sent a forbidden tingle through her body.

Another, stronger tingle raced through her as he pressed his big hard body against hers to pin her completely to the tree at her back.

Rough bark from the tree’s trunk was digging into the skin left bare by the scarlet red vest shirt she wore and with a moan of discomfort she wished he would just get this over with.

Yet when his mouth neared her vulnerable neck, she wanted to scream and fight her way to freedom.

Until his lips parted to allow his hot slightly gritty tongue to drag itself along the pale length of her arched throat.

Her eyes fluttered open in surprise at that, which she could only identify as a caress, and she looked at him questioningly as pleasure raced unbidden through her body from the skin his tongue had touched.

He was log rig right back at her, his yellow eyes with their dark centers seeming to stare straight into her soul.

"Wha – Wha – Why aren’t you killing me yet?" she stammered nervously unable to look away from those eyes.

A wicked smile again curled his lips and pure sin seemed to gleam in his eyes as he prepared to answer her. Shivering at the way her insides seemed to clench at the raw sexuality in his expression, Wanda’s eyes widened as she braced herself for his words.

"Who said anything about killin’ya slayer? I’ve got somethin’ much better in mind."

"Wha-wh-what are goingoing to do? Turn me?" her lower lip quivered at that thought.

"Hell no, girlie. I’ve learned in my time that there’s somethin’ better than killin’ a slayer. And that is," he shifted his body to the side and raised one hand to tear off her clothing with his claw-like fingernails, "fuckin’ her."

"NO!" she tried to scream her denial, but it came out no more that a husky whisper.

"Tsk tsk, girlie. You can’t lie to me. I smell the blood pumping faster through your body with fearful arousal. Your pussy is so wet right now I can practically taste it the scent is so rich," he slid one pant covered knee between her legs and ground it against her core. "And these," his claws scraped over ruby red nipples that she hadn’t even realize had hardened during this encounter. "Do you think my eyes can’t see how hard they are in this darkness? Do you think I don’t know how much they want to be sucked into my mouth? They want my mouth almost as much as this," his hand roughly wrapped around her neck with his thumb rubbing over the bite mark he’d left just moments ago, "wants my teeth."

Her body was melting against him, admitting the truth of his words even as her mind and pride demanded they be false.

"No," she moaned as he moved his fully clothed body between her legs and pressed his shockingly large feeling erection against her wetness.

"Look at me," he breathed into her ear.

Blindly she obeyed and locked her almost navy blue with desire eyes with his.

"Tell me you really don’t want this right now and I’ll stop," the pressure of his body against hers eased enough that she could actually get away. "Say you don’t want my cock inside you and we’ll have a nice fight to the death that you’re sure to lose."

"I don’t .. I don’t want," she licked her lips and her mind said the hands she placed on his chest were there to shove him away, but her bodies made a lie of that when her hands slid to his shoulder to pull him back to her. "I don’t want you to stop," her fingers tangled in his hair to pull his deadly mouth to hers. "I want your cock inside me."

As if she’d spoken the magic words he smiled and clamped his lips down on hers – licking, sucking and nipping her mouth until it opened then thrusting his tongue inside to glide over hers.

While she woanioaning and actively returning the kiss, his hands moved to the fastenings of his pants and tore them open. Their hips were pressed so closely together that his knuckles brushed over her swollen clit and wet pussy lips as he released his cock from it’s confinement.

"Sure you want this, girl?" he tore his lips away from hers to growl as he took his dick in hand and moved the moist tip between her nether lips and over her clit.

"Oh, God, yes!" she bucked her hips against his cock to try and press it harder against her clit, so immersed in the friction of it running over the sensitive knot of nerves that her mind failed to comprehend it’s size.

Positioning the tip right against her opening with his right hand, he grabbed the back of her head with his left and locked her eyes with his so he could watch her every reaction as he thrust the large organ inside her in one quick motion.

Her scream of exquisitely pleasured pain tore through the night as sharply as his incredible length and girth tore open the tight walls of her pussy.

"Victor!" she shouted, forgetting the game they played in the heat of that unexpectedly complete invasion.

"Like it, baby, don’tcha?" he purred roughly against her throat as he held his hips still to give her the time she always needed to adjust to him inside her.

"You could warn me first next time," she panted sulkily before the feelings overwhelmed her ability to speak.

He made some reply about surprise being part of this game, but she was sinking so quickly under the haze of pleasure that the exact words went unnoticed.

All her world revolved around the dick shoved so deeply inside her she swore she could feel it all the way up to the back of her teeth. It’s thickness stretched her so wide that she knew she’d never feel full with anyone else. Ever. She’d never be able to pull her legs completely closed again and if she did manage it, she would never be able to do so without feeling empty and needing him shoved within her again.

She knew because that’s what it was like every damned time they parted until she was able to be with him again and the gaps between those time were too damned often and long for her liking.

Infuriated by those thoughts, Wanda tangled her fingers tightly in Sabertooth’s golden mane and yanked his head down to hers until her h coh could sink into his strong lower lip.

His head jerked back with a growl of surprised delight as her blunt little chompers tore through his skin and drew blood.

Her eyes gleamed viciously in the darkness as her tongue flicked out to lick his blood from her lips while he swiped the back of his hand over the already healed injury to get rid of the bit of blood there.

"Back in the game then are we, Slayer?" he demanded as the hand he’d used dropped to her thigh to urge her leg around his waist.

In answer she wrapped both legs around him so tightly a mere man would have had his hip bones shattered then thrust her head forward with a snap of her pearly white in an attempt to bite him once more.

"Ah-ah-ah," he scolded as his hand behind her head tightened to hold her back from any further attempts to draw blood. "I’m the vampire tonight, my dear, I do the biting."

That and the way his claws threatened to dig into her head if she got too rough again warned Wanda of what was to come, but still shock ran through her body as his elongated, fang like incisors again pierced the soft skin of her neck.

She fought the urge to turn her head just a bit so she could bite down on his earlobe and givm a m a taste of the pleasured pain his actions had coursing through her body. She knew such a move on her part would lead to punishment after cruelly biting his lip, though, and instead settled for biting her own lip to stifle the cries of ecstasy building up inside her.

He knew her body so well, he could tell the fight had gone from her once again in favor of enjoying this fuck and with a pleased smile Victor released her neck.

Tenderly lapping up the blood his teeth had caused to trickle over her pale white skin, he took his hand from her head to run it’s claws gently over her bared torso as he began thrusting into her.

Her back arched to shove herll fll firm tits against his hand when his fingernails scraped over one sensitive nipple. With a grin he slowly circled the areola of each breast with just the barest touch of his sharp nails, making the nubs even harder. Then knowing what made her scream, he roughly scraped his claws over the tips to inflict just the slightest pain.

Wanda’s pussy clenched tightly around his cock at the move and she gasped his name as if it were something sacred while her hands tried to push his head to her breasts.

Not willing to give into her demands just yet he moved both hands to her slim little hips, curling his claws lightly against her soft ass, and began pounding into her willing cunt.

She writhed against him in silent pleas for more, harder, deeper, faster.

Tree bark was cutting into her tender back, but she didn’t care.

It was getting so close.

Climax. Orgasm. Fulfillment.

Pleasure was stacking upon pleasure as his dick hit any and every g spot she had.

When she was just on the verge of opening her mouth to beg for it, he bent his head and roughly drew her entire right breast into his mouth to suck upon strongly.

His unbelievable suction on her aroused flesh pushed Wanda beyond pleasure into absolute oblivion. As her voice screamed his name and her body locked like a vise around him all sense of reality faded along with the world while the orgasm crashing through her caused her to blackout.

"What would your dear daddy say if he knew you cum screaming like a banshee when I suck your little titties?" her smug lover taunted as she slowly regained consciousness in his arms.

For a moment the words didn’t sink in as she lazily relished the feel of his still hard cock inside her, his soft yet steel like arms around her and his warm body pressed so tightly against her.

The second his cocky comment did hit home, she unwound her boneless feeling legs from around his waist, eased herself off his erection then angrily activated her hex bolts to shove him away from her on to his back on the ground.

"Why don’t you tell him next time you’ve got a meeting with the boss and see what he has to say?" she challenged furiously as anger erased her sexual afterglow.

Loving her even more when she was literally glowing with rage, Sabertooth maneuvered his arms free of his trenchcoat but otherwise remained still on the ground where she’d put him.

Her red painted lips curled up in a snarl at his move and she glared at him with her arms crossing themselves over her chest.

"You honestly think I’m gonna fuck you again after a comment like that?"

"I know you will, darlin’, I can smell it on ya," he inhaled deeply and licked his lips. "It always gets you so fucking hot when I talk about your daddy."

A growl rumbled through her slim body at the statement and she continued to glare down at him.

Smiling at her sulk Victor tore off his t-shirt then sat up to unlace and remove his boots to kick off his pants.

"I told you I’m not going to do that again?" she said without conviction as she eagerly watched his gorgeous body reveal itself.

Without saying a word he stretched back out on his coat on the ground and simply wrapped a hand firmly around his erection and began stroking it steadily from root to tip then back down then back up.

Becoming hypnotized by the motions, Wanda kept her eyes on his hand as her body moved to kneel on the ground beside his hips.

"You got it so wet, baby, just look how my hand slides," he ordered as his hand easily moved faster over his glistening shaft.

"I’m still mad at you," she said as she suddenly grabbed his wrist and removed his hand.

"Ain’t ya always, girlie?" Victor asked while he tucked his hands under his head and watched her straddle his hips and place the tip of his cock against her pussy.

They shared a smile at that very true statement and the genuine amusement on his face distracted Wanda for a moment. She just had to lean down and kiss those smiling lips.

As she gave into that urge, she pressed a hand gently against his cheek and rubbed her nipples against the soft pelt of his chest hair.

"How can I love such a jerk?" she asked while licking at his lips.

"’Cause you’re a bitch, baby, and love me treating you like one," he purred before drawing her into a deeper kiss.

Though his words got an evil glare from him, she refused to give into her bitchy urges to bite his lip again and yank out some of his chest hair.

Instead she flattened her hands against his muscled pecs and gently massaged them while teasingly flicking her tongue around the inside of his mouth.

Because he was so much taller than her she now found herself straddling his stomach rather than his hips, but she ground her pussy against him regardless.

A line of hair ran down the center of his stomach to his groin where it fanned out to surround his cock and the hairs tickled her clit as she rubbed against him.

Moaning into his lips at the tingles being sent through her body at the contact, Wanda began pressing harder and moving faster over his firm flat stomach while her fingers found his nipples and sta twe tweaking them.

Victor’s chest was rumbling with growly purrs of pleasure and his hips were beginning to rise and fall in sync with her movements until with a growl he removed his hands from beneath his head to lock them on her hips.

Dazedly she moaned as he stopped her highly pleasurable grinding and slowly opened her eyes to see why he’d done it.

His eyes were nearly black with lust and looking straight into her when they opened.

"Keep that up and I’m gonna cum," he growled as their lips parted.

"Maybe I want you to," her eyes twinkled into his as her hips began moving again despite his continued hold.

"If you wanna stay on top you better start doing that squirming further down," he ordered while trying to push her hips against his.

"And if I don’t?" she smirked and arched a brow at him.

Instantly he flipped their bodies so she was pinned beneath him, but with a wicked smile she froze his body before he could thrust into her then used her powers to throw him on his back again.

"I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready to," Wanda said as she rose to her feet and strode over to his sprawled form.

Her hands were glowing with blue energy as she used them to keep the feral mutant on his back.

"I’m gonna smack your ass raw for this, Witch," he growled as she placed one foot on each side of his hips and stood above him.

"Don’t even try to tell me you don’t love this, baby," she knelt astride his stomach once more and ran her glowing hands over her naked breasts down between her legs. "You get off on me controlling you as I do from you controlling me." She bent over to lick then bite the side of his neck, "It’s why we do this."

After a light, teasing flick of her tongue over his lips Wanda scooted back and impaled herself upon his cock.

They both groaned and froze as her body completely enveloped him.

The sensations had Wanda’s head falling back limply on her neck as her spine arched above him and Victor growled with pleasure at the sight.

"So fuckin’ beautiful," he said while running his hands over her breasts.

His words erased all anger from her and she caught one of his hands in hers and dropped her head forward to place a kiss in the center of the palm.

Looking into his eyes she then bit the spot sharply as her hips began rg ang and falling against his with little figure 8 twists on every fall.

Dropping the hand to brace both of hers on his stomach for better leverage, she started getting lost in sensation and moving faster and faster over him.

"That’s it, baby," he growled as his hand returned to her breast. "Ride it hard."

Sweat was beading on and rolling down her back and forehead as her body obeyed his command and starting pistoning against his.

Knowing her orgasm was drawing close as fast as his, Sabertooth moved a hand to her chin and yanked her gaze to his.

With their eyes locked he ran a thumb over her lower lip, squeezed the nipple of her left breast with his other hand then said the words that would send her over the edge, "I love ya, Wanda."

"Victor!" she screamed again through the night as he thrust deeply into her core to cum at the same time she did.

"Wanda," he roared with her as the beast within him was finally sated.

She remained convulsing above him with her orgasm for a moment then collapsed limply to his chest where he instantly wrapped her in his arms.

They laid there like that until their bodies recovered then reluctantly began their typical drawn out goodnight.

During the two months they’d been doing this they’d yet to spend a full night together because she wouldn’t enter Magneto’s lair, where Sabertooth was on duty most all the time, and there was no way he could join her in bed at the boarding house.

With a sigh, she rose to her feet and looked around the woods surrounding them.

"Where’s my coat?" she asked as she didn’t recognize the place they’d ended up at for the finale of their game.

"Back that way," he waved a hand toward their left as he pulled on his pant then sat on the ground to put on his boots.

As soon as he was done that, he scooped his own coat up off the ground and wrapped it around her naked body before scooping her up in his arms to take her to where they’d left her own.

"I’ve still got my shoes on, I can walk," she said even as she snuggled happily against his manly chest.

"What’s the fun in that?"

She didn’t answer, she only clung to him until they all too quickly arrived at her coat where he set her on her feet.

"Want me to find the stakes too?" he asked as she red hed his oversized coat in favor of her better fitting own.

"Nah. Much as I enjoy that game, I think it’s been slayed to rest," she joked before approaching him on her tippy toes to get one last kiss.

"Or maybe you’re scared of the big bad vampire," he teased against her mouth as he bent to give it the kiss she wanted.

"I love my vampire," she licked his fangs, "but I think I want to have him play a nice untamed lion next for me to train."

"Really now?" Vic’s eyebrow arched upward.

"Yup," she placed a smacking kiss against his lips then moved away. "I even got the whip for ya."

With that his little minx ran laughing into the night toward her home, trenchcoat tightly closed around her nudity but still flapping about her bare legs.

"Witch," he muttered with a tender smirk as she faded from sight.

Pulling on his own coat he began whistling as alkealked toward his ‘borrowed’ car to get back to Magneto’s.