Dirty Thoughts

"Those fucking idiots are going to pay," Myue tue thought miserably to herself as she paced back and forth, trying to think of something to do to them that would make them sorry for what they had done. They would pay, but her brain seemed blocked and fuzzy from everything that had taken place just hours before. And her powers hadn't returned completely, they were only working about three-quarters of what they normally were. She could shape-shift, but it took considerable energy and right now she just didn't feel like putting the energy out.

They had all taken Lance's Jeep back out and left her there, curled up in a ball on her bed, bleeding and sore, having climaxed twice so violently that it took every ounce of energy she had in her. She cursed herself for giving in to the feelings she had experienced. She wanted revenge and she wanted it bad. Just then she remembered that Piotr kept his motorcycle in the back shed for safekeeping. If she couldn't get back at all of them at once, why not start with just one. She was about to make her way over to the shed when she heard an ominous rustling coming from nearby. "Who's there, show yourself," Mystique boomed into the shady woods. At first nothing, just rustling, coming closer to her.

Mystique was in no mood to fight but if she had to she would. She stared hard into the woods, getting that feeling in her gut that if she didn't move now that she would regret it. But the stubborn part of her wanted to see who or what it was and why it was on their property. Soon a dark, looming figure appeared from behind the trees and as her eyes focused on it, she realized who it was. "Sabertooth, what do want, why are you trespassing on our property," she asked him venomously, not liking the man one bit. He was a rapist and abusive and he leered at her one too many times for her liking. But she couldn't deny the fact that he was hot and he often used that to lure women to him. "I smelled blood 'n sex, thought I'd drop by 'n see what's goin' on, ya got a problem with that," Sabertooth growled, his grin lecherous and his posture defiant.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do, now leave," Mystique spat out at him, hoping he wouldn't come any closer. "I don't think so Mystique," Sabertooth hissed as he came closer to her, sniffing the air and smelling the aroma of blood and sex was on her. "Mmm, ya smell delicious darlin', but ya know ya shouldn'tfuckfuckin' around with them," he said, never taking his eyes off of her. "It wasn't my fault you hairy ape, they raped me," she yelled, not knowing why she was telling him all this. "I knew they'd do it eventually," he said, coming within inches of her. She stared up at the cruel man who looked down upon her with a lustful interest. She backed up further, not wanting to feel the incredible heat that was radiating off of his body.

He backed her into the back of the house. He licked his lips as he stood before her and she shuddered, half in disgand and half in desire. He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. "Now it's my turn Mystique," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, warning her to comply. "Oh God no, please leave me alone, just let me heal," Mystique said, pinned against the wall in horror. Sabertooth laughed harshly as his eyes surveyed her curvy body. "You've been teasin' me fer way too long now, now I'm gonna give ya what ya wanted all along, ain't that right bitch," he said cruelly, enjoying watching her everchanging expressions of horror and the scent of her blood mixed with sex, and lots of it, her extreme fear of him, and her desire. Mystique's eyes went wide as the much taller man then glared at her, scaring her half out of her wits. She had forgotten how fiercesome this man could be just standing in front of her, much less battling with Logan or something. Now she remembered why most people made it a point to avoid him.

"I don't know what you're talking about Creed, even Logan isn't as horny as you," Mystique said, suddenly realizing what she had said and who she had said it too, and boy that was a mistake. He punched the wall behind her, adding to the numerous cracks and holes in it. "LOGAN, you've been messing around with LOGAN," he practically screamed at her, his eyes full of an anger so deep and a hatred so strong that Mystique was left shaking in absolute terror. "I-I'm sorry, it all happened so fast, I went to fight and had the energy taken--," she was cut off in mid-sentence as Sabertooth grabbed her by her shoulders and squeezed them so tight that his fingernails broke her flesh and she began to bleed further. "Ow, you're hurting me, please stop," she begged him, fighting back the tears that had been threatening to come out.

"Hurting you, I'm hurting you, you go an' fuck HIM, an' I'm hurting you, that's a fuckin' riot you dirty fuckin' whore, I oughta just kill ya right now, but no, I was gonna fuck ya anyway but now it's gonna be a lot worse, ya hear that," the feral man growled, baring his sharp fangs and slamming her against the wall, her head bouncing off of it, making her head spin. He let her arms go, seeing the purple bruises he left on her and wanting to leave so many more. He brought his hand back and then forward, slapping her face so hard it sent her toppling over onto her side, his nails cutting her face. Mystique couldn't hold back her tears anymore and began to sob uncontrollably, which was music to his ears. He reached down and lifted her up, slamming her back into the wall and forcing her to stand there on her trembling legs.

That beautiful black leather outfit that she always wore, the one that made him want her curvy, delicious body even more, was now in tattered shreds as he ripped it off of her, thrilled at the sound of the material ripping but still furious, deadly furious, that she would do such a thing. Last time someone pissed him off like this, they didn't live to tell about it. But he didn't want to kill her, he just wanted to make her hurt, bleed, and cum, screaming his name like the fucking slut that she is. Mystique now stood naked in front of the man that she was so afraid of, watching as his eyes travelled the length of her body, knowing how badly he wanted to make her hurt.

"Alright, I'm tired of ya fuckin' cryin' ady,ady," he boomed, scaring her into further submission as it took all her will to fight back the tears that had stained her pretty cheeks. "Turn around," he bit out at her, watching her fight her emotions again as she weakly turned herself to face the wall. Sabertooth pulled his pants off, keeping the large, thick leather belt in his hand, the one he liked to beat his women into submission with, the one that left terrible welts for days afterwards. His cock was so hard by now that he could watch the blood pulsing through his veins, its length and width stretched to their absolute max as it strained outward from his body, aching to be inside of this slut. "If you so much as say a fuckin' word, I'll beat ya into the fuckin' ground, screamin's ok though," he growled, his voice making her flinch.

With a harsh whistling sound, the belt was brought down across her blue cheeks, the thick leather bruising her flesh, raising a wide red welt that would make it hard to sit for days. She held it all inside of her, not wanting to let him know how much it hurt. Again he brought it down, harder this time, watching as her ass bounced when the belt hit the skin, leaving another terrible welt. Mystique whimpered softly this time, not saying a word though. But Sabertooth heard the small whimper and his anger grew more powerful as did his lust. He brought the belt down against her so hard that she almost collapsed on him, her nails digging into the material of the house, her ass so sore that it was almost blinding. But the next one didn't come down on her cheeks, he wanted to hear her scream for real, and he brought it down even harder against the bare flesh of her shoulder blades. She shrieked, her eyes wide with pain as he took in the scent of her fear, watching as the welts grew bigger and darker, the bruising starting to take over now.

He threw the belt aside, wrenching her around to face him. Her cheeks were stained with more tears even though she hadn't said a word to him. He pushed her down onto the ground on her knees by his feet, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back on it cruelly until he watched her face grimace in pain. She opened her eyes and found his cock pointing directly at her. He was at least as big as Fred, if not bigger. "Open up," he growled and she knew not to test him. She opened her flexible mouth as he pushed himself inside of her. At least with her mutation she could do things with her body that others couldn't. But even so, he was still painfully large as he pushed himself inside of her mouth. She tried not to focus on the throbbing pain in her ass and on her shoulder blades and instead on the cock being shoved in her mouth.

He forced himself down her throat, not caring that he was gagging her and cutting off her breathing entirely. When he was completely inside of her he pinched her nose closed heldheld himself in there until she all but passed out on him. He withdrew and let up on her nose, leaving her gasping and wheezing and coughing, desperately trying to replace the air that had been blocked out of her lungs. He pushed his cock back in her mouth again, bucking himself against her sweet, hot mouth, fucking her throat and watching as the spit flowed freely out of the corners of her mouth and down her face. He abruptly pulled out of her, leaving her mouth sore and bruised, as was her cheek, her backside, and her arms.

He pulled her up by her hair, forcing her again against the wall, her blue ass sticking out towards him, her cunt so juicy and wet that when he slid his fingers inside of it it took almost no effort to slide a third and then a fourth inside of her. He fucked her rougly with his clawed fingers, the sharp tips dragging along her inner walls, scraping against her g-spot as he made her bleed again. His thumb ground itself in circles against her clit as his fingers continued to fuck her cunt. He curled them against her walls in a come hither motion as he moved them inside of her, making her even weaker feeling than she was before. He bent over and slid his tongue over her still bruised asshole, tasting other men on her. She was a dirty, bad little whore. When his tongue swirled inside her puckered hole she felt herself climax, screaming at the top of her lungs. He took his fingers of hof her and lubed up his cock with the bloody juices from her slit, then licking his fingers clean of the sweet and coppery mix.

His hands reached up and he dragged his claws along her ass cheeks, over the welts, drawing long cuts on her skin as the fresh scent of blood grew stronger. He pressed the tip of his cock at her wet entrance, wanting to fucking pound her cunt until she passed out. He kept his one hand on her ass, gripping it hard, digging his nails into her tender flesh as he positioned himself just right. He spit on two of his fingers, placing them at her asshole, and with one cruel, dizzying thrust he forced himself entirely inside of her, tearing wide her walls and thickly filling her with that one swift motion. At the same time he plunged his fingers inside of her asshole, twisting and flexing them in her bowels, scraping the soft membrane inside of her. He drew back his massive hips and slammed back into her, pushing her face into the wall as his fingers delved as deep as they could go.

She felt so tight around him and he knew that this fucking blue bitch was enjoying it. He wanted to make her hurt and the harder and angrier he became, the more aroused and scared she became. His hips rocketed into her, his cock pushing as deep as physically possible in her wet hole. She was so scared of this giant beast of a man but he was right: every time she saw him she wanted him so much she could taste him in her mouth. She wanted this tall, hairy, massive man to fuck her harder than she could ever imagine, beat her and abuse her body until she came, screaming his name, and leave her wanting more. But he still frightened her terribly, even though she tried her damndest not to let it show. But Sabertooth was a master of reading women's emotions and he read her like a book. And he could smell it on her. And now he was giving her what she wanted all along.

The way he twisted and turned his fingers, purposely dragging them along her flesh, scraping her and cutting her, rushed heat to her core and made her even wetter. She felt the veins of his cock rub harshly against the walls of her pussy, heating up the ride even more as the massive weight of his balls slapped the lips of her pussy and her clit, making them red and swollen and aching for more. He bared his teeth, growling audibly from deep within his chest, beating her ass with his hips, forcing her to take all of his dick, and fucking her ass with his fingers. She moaned long and hot from her throat as the pain of his cock and his thrustcreacreased twofold when he increased the force and speed of his movements, trying his best to make her scream again.

"You fucking blue bitch," he shouted as he increased his movements yet again, hammering her with a strength that would have broken and possibly killed a regular person. Yet her defiance and enjoyment of his abuse was getting him off too whether he would ever admit it or not and the harder he pounded the closer he and her both came to cumming. He decided to make it so painful for her that he was sure she'd scream for him. He loved hearing women scream when he fucked them. He entered a third, fourth, and then fifth finger into her asshole as she gritted her teeth in ecstatic agony before pushing his entire fist inside of her ass. He fisted her hole, her bowels wrapped around his hand and wrist and forearm like a hot, wet glove. He pounded into her ass like he was her cunt, watching in astonishment as she rocked herself on both his hand and his dick, despite the extreme pain she was in.

"Scream for me you dirty whore, you fucking nasty little blue bitch," he ground out angrily, his body radiating heat and his head buzzing from the incredible high he was on. When he ground his hips against her pussy and twisted his arm around inside of her, she did scream, so loud that it almost hurt his ears. She screamed his name over and over like a mantra, climaxing so hard that she blacked out for a second, coming too with his arm then wrapped around her waist, holding her up. He slammed into her a few more times in a blind rage, roaring so loud that it echoed throughout the woods. He filled her with his hot spunk, spurting it in great gobs into her pussy. He pulled his arm out of her asshole and watched it slowly return to a somewhat normal state. He pulled his cock free of her vicelike grip and stood back, watching her.

She weakly turned around to stare at him in return. He had finally made her scream and it was delicious. He wanted to hear her scream again. But not now. Now he had other business to attend to. "I'll be back fer you," he said as he dressed and hurried off into the darkening woods. Mystique sneaked back inside and collapsed on her bed, slowly gathering herself before the others would see her. And Sabertooth's promise of a return left her all hot again.

Sabertooth was still furious about Mystique and n'sn's antics together and he made his way towards the mansion. It was always easy for him to by by their security measures. He slid inside the grounds, sniffing out the air for Logan, wanting payback. He was starting to get annoyed when he finally caught his scent. He licked his lips again, hiding like the brutal beast that he was, stalking his newfound prey. Logan stood outside the side of the mansion smoking a cigar. As he finished he ground the butt into the ground and turned to go back inside when he caught that all too familiar scent. "Creed," he hissed as he stalked off in the direction the scent was coming from. Sabertooth watched as Logan approached him, growing closer and closer. His cock raged in his pants as he knew what he was going to do to Logan. Logan had no idea what was in store for him.


Next chapter: Logan/Sabertooth and Angel/Kitty