A Feral Interlude

Disclaimer: Violence, language, adult situations, graphic imagery, a pinch of angst, some serious hormones and gratuitous explicit sex . I do not own any aspect or character of the Marvel Universe nor elements of the X-Men Origins movieverse.
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A Feral Interlude: Voraciously Insatiable

Sunrise began to ebb slowly across the city's horizon, a warm glow that crawled through the arch-fix window into the room. The heat of the sunlight didn't pierce the sheer canopy but did cast golden warmth over the penumbra under the veil. Isabela slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttering at the early morning rays. She drowsily turned away from the window, shrugging the heavy weight draped over her waist so she could cuddle down into the heat besides her. She tossed her mussed hair out of her face and sighed at the feeling of warm air that puffed rhythmically against her chest. The heavy weight around her waist shifted and tightened around her just as a fuzzy tickle nuzzled against her breasts.

She came awake and caressed her hands over the muscled planes of Victor's back before cupping the back of his head. A purr-like growl reverberated through her chest as the sleeping feral nestled his face into her generous cleavage and held her close to him. Isabela stared with hooded eyes down at the rugged hunk in her bed and couldn't help the smile that quirked her lips. She tried to stretch, but Victor growled and clamped his calloused hand over one of her breasts and nuzzled against her cleavage after herding her against him with a firm paw over her derriere.

"Mm, Victor" she sighed and tried to shrug away.

He inhaled a long breath and puffed it out through his nose as he reluctantly woke up. "Go back to sleep" he mumbled against her breast and brushed his mouth along the valley between her cleavage.

She hummed and dragged her nails over his shoulderblades and arched her chest against him. "Rise and shine. C'mon, cub" she murmured and laughed when he growled in protest and slid her down his body.

Victor rubbed his hardening erection against her mound and settled his mouth over the column of her throat before biting. She sighed as he worried the wound with his fangs and lapped at her electrifying taste before pulling her leg over his hip so he could nudge cheekily between her thighs. "As you can see, I'm up" he purred against her ear before nipping along her jaw. "If you want a morning romp just say so" he chuckled. When she scoffed sarcastically at him, he rolled on top of her and pinned her arms into the pillows above her head, "I know you can't get enough of me. There's no shame in asking me to fuck you breathless, sweetheart."

Isabela rolled her eyes at him and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Since when do I have to ask, Victor?" she licked her lips and felt his thick erection brush against her inner thigh while his dog tags dragged along her chest. "You're the insatiable one" she purred and pivoted her hips, rolling so she straddled him and tried tugging her wrists free from his clawed grip.

He laughed at her and held at her wrists before pulling her down to his chest. "Actually, I'm the aggressive one; you're the insatiable one. You play coy all the damned time until I grab you, then you can't get enough of me" he grinned nastily at her irreverent sneer. "But, I'm not complaining. I happen to like our dynamic" he purred and spread his knees so she'd have to grind down on his lap.

She rested on his chest and nudged her head against his jaw. "I'm actually quite satisfied, Victor" she remarked aloofly before wringing her wrists out of his grip so she could sit up and look down at him.

Her hair was tussled and her smile was rueful. He looked up at her and tucked his hands behind his head when she started combing her nails through the dark hair on his chest. The way she'd said that had been open-ended as fuck, and he didn't like it. Then when he worked it out in his head, he didn't know really why he didn't like it. Victor was sure she meant the insatiable part, but some nagging inkling told him she meant being with him like this—as if their dynamic was running the tether of its course.

When she tried to slink off him, he grabbed her and held her by her waist. She looked at him with hooded eyes he couldn't read. "I thought we were playing, viper" he groused low and gave a snarky smirk, "Don't get cold now."

Isabela cupped the backs of his hands and forced them away so she could slide away from him towards the side of the bed. "We are playing, cub. I just—" he grabbed her arm and pulled her back against his barrel chest. She gave him a sidelong glance and finished in a more measured tone, "I'm not finished with my plans. So, if I don't seem eager to be playful with you don't think it me being cold."

Victor's crystalline blue eyes flashed with terse anger. "You know, when you use that tone with me, it makes me very angry, Izzie" he growled warningly and tipped her chin so she'd look at his taciturn glare. "So angry in fact, that if I didn't like keeping you around, I'd crack you in the mouth."

"Keeping me around?" she shot back in an appalled berate and lashed away from him to climb out of bed and glare him down. "Listen very carefully to me, Victor. I've put up with a lot of your impetuous and overbearing bullshit so far, but don't think I'll take any of your alpha crap in my lair" she hissed as she pulled on her silk robe and tied it closed without ever looking away from his smoldering blue eyes and implacable scowl. "You're not keeping me anywhere, understand? We're tying up loose ends, and once that's done with—!"

"Think before you say something really stupid, sweetheart" Victor growled dangerously and prowled towards her after stalking off the bed. She stood her ground, so he loomed over her with a sharp snarl curling his lip as he sneered, "I already told you—!"

"Told me what? That I'm yours? So what?" she hissed and fumingly turned to stalk away, but Victor grabbed her, swung her around and pinned her against the closest wall. "Victor-!" she snarled warningly before he backhanded her on the mouth. When she cried out and snarled at him, he clamped his hand over her mouth and slammed her flush against the wall.

"Now, you listen to me, Izzie" he seethed. "Maybe I haven't been explicitly fucking clear with you, so I'm going to spell things out" he hissed and shoved his knee between her thighs and grappled with her until he had her pinned between the wall and his naked body. "You are my fucking property. I own you, and have allowed you some autonomy because I like it when you think you're in charge, but don't get confused; you're mine, and you will be my little viper until—well" he paused and dragged the palm of his hand from her mouth to her throat. "Until my patience outruns my desire to keep you around" he growled darkly and emphasized his point by squeezing her throat before stealing a kiss.

Isabela struggled against the burn and strain of her body, but all she could manage was to clutch at his shoulders and cling against him so gravity wouldn't assist him in taking her breath away anymore than he already was. Her eyes fluttered when he let her breathe and pulled back from the kiss. He smiled crassly at her, and she hissed. In a swift lash, Isabela slapped him with enough force to stun him. Once he let her go, she slid down the wall and grabbed her throat absently as she stood and waited for the inevitable.

Victor's head had rushed with the blow, not having felt whiplash like that since the last time she kicked him in the jaw. He shook the blow off before turning an ireful expression back at her. For some reason, he hadn't expected for her to just stand there, waiting for him to throw the next blow. She should've pounced on him and gone for the jugular, but instead she stood looking like a fierce queen, her frondy eyes blazing arduously and the russet rings narrowing around her pupils. He hesitated, all the hostility washing out of him.

She watched with anticipation as he stalked slowly towards her, the smell of anger and murderous glee oozing out of his scent at her as she stood stubbornly and stoically in her spot.

"Izzie" he purred viciously and cupped her cheek gruffly when he stood to loom over her again. She didn't flinch, so he fisted his other hand into the back of her hair and tipped her face up. "I know you want to be mine. You're afraid though. Not because I'll hurt you, or force myself into your tight pussy whenever I want, or hell, cuz I could kill you; it's because you let someone weaker than you own you before, and he died on you" he paused his sadistic muse to flash a malicious smile that bared his fangs. "He was a weak frail bastard, and he left you all alone in this world. But, I'm stronger than you, and I'm superior to any fucking asshole on this planet. I can have you, and claim you on sheer will whether you want to be mine or not. But, the truth is, you're mine already, Izzie…" he murmured possessively and stared into her stunned eyes, "You're just too afraid to admit it."

With that chilling jab, he let go of her and walked past her to the bathroom, a smug and gloating gleam dancing in his eyes as he left her there to marinate in his cruel words.

"Victor."

He paused, disappointed to hear the unwavering composure in her cool tone as he turned back to glare at her.

"Everything you said was right." She turned slowly to face him. Her eyes were steely as they stared into his. "But let me ask you one thing: What makes you think I want to be yours?" The rhetorical question riled him, but not as much as her serene expression. "I've wanted a lot of things in my long life. Finding my equal in this world is one, but like many things, I can't have what I want" she spoke and absently ran her hand down her lithe stomach. "Sometimes, even if you really want something, fate won't let you have it. It's best to just settle for the brief moments, and not get so possessive when those have to end."

He pictured the shadow-like scar close to her womb, and his gaze lingered on her as an image of the pregnant frail from the day before popped into his head. He stared at Isabela when it all clicked in his head.

"You didn't say 'was'; you said it still is."

Isabela looked confused. Victor walked over and surprised her by yanking her robe undone before caressing it off her body. When he kneeled in front of her, she flinched.

She stiffened as he put his hands on her hips and brushed his nose against her womb.

"If that Eirik guy had been your equal, you would've said: "finding my equal in this world was one"; you didn't, which means you still want something you haven't had yet, so how the hell do you know you can't have it?" he mused and eyed the scar that had been smoothened slowly by time before laving a long lick up it.

It was a reminder of the humanity that had been torn out of her long ago, a knife having plunged into her womb and robbing her of the small life that had been growing there. She would never say it, but he understood now what she'd told Dr. Krause. The last human part of her had died.

To want was human, and she couldn't let herself desire what could be easily taken away. Didn't mean he would accept her stubborn denials.

Isabela concentrated on the feel of his lips and the heat of his mouth and the tickle of his whiskers as he kissed and licked her stomach. His hands trailed down her body to part her legs so he could bury his nose against her smooth apex before dipping to impishly kiss her mound. She gasped when his tongue teased her, rolling along the cleft of her sex to part her folds, her fingers curling around his shoulders as he ignited desire in her. When the tip of his ravenous tongue pressed against her clitoris, she jolted under his forceful ministrations. Just when her knees buckled, Victor swept her down onto the plush carpet and buried his mouth in her silky folds.

Her head was swimming. This virile animal was possessing her, claiming her carnally and it was enough to make her swoon. Victor's tongue was twirling against her pulsing pleasure, his growls and voracious ministrations making her arch against him. She writhed against his grip on her, trying to fight her aching want for him. Pain was welling behind her eyes, and she cried out when he nuzzled her quivering heat.

He knew. She had slipped, and he'd picked up on it, but instead of the resentment or callous rejection she'd expected, he was laving her like she was his wounded mate. Eirik had done differently. He'd told her it was just as well that his bloodline end with him, and that he was content with spending eternity with her.

Eirik hadn't been her equal. But, that was why she'd loved him.

Victor was devouring her, but it was with a need to coddle her the only way he knew how—by giving her pleasure. He wanted his plaything to come undone in his arms and understand he cared but that it didn't stop her from being his. Her heart clenched when she climaxed, her hands gripping his arms as she shivered against him and cried out.

Victor licked her lazily before climbing over her and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Isabela mewled and tried to wriggle out from under him. He growled and pulled her hips up, forcing his straining cock into her as he pawed down onto a breast. When she hissed and shoved him away, he bared his fangs and hauled her back, clawing into her soft side to stop her from fidgeting away from him. The scent of blood and savage instincts grew heavy on their senses as Isabela clawed into his chest in retaliation while she arched up and clung to him. Victor groaned from the combination of pain and pleasure, primal savagery fueling him as he slammed her down to the floor and took her.

When he pounded his climax into her, Isabela tore her nails down his back and cried out while Victor roared and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Hissing, she trembled and groaned when he sucked hard on her wound before it healed. Drunkenly, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the blood off her talons while Victor brought her other wrist to his lips and bit along her pulse line, his raspy tongue tickling the bite tenderly. Their eyes held each other with hooded approval as they licked each other's healing wounds before kissing.

The kiss was one of their longest, with the interplay of their tongues and the clinging of their lips tasting the blood flavoring their mouths leading them to tangle amorously again.

Isabela rolled and sank down on his engorged sex, moaning when Victor bucked hard into her and brushed her womb. He panted through parted lips as he rocked her up and down his shaft, groaning when she dragged her talons down his belly to leave angry furrows that welled quickly with blood before healing. She rode him and sucked on her talons, tasting his blood. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down to meet him for a beastly kiss, intoxicated by her unbridled sensuality.

His fangs sliced her lips and nipped her tongue from the ferocity of his mouth, causing Isabela to gasp and bite his bottom lip. Victor growled and bucked hard into her sheath, one hand gripping her hip while the other grappled her hand before it could tear into his pectoral. Her fingers interlocked around his clawed digits as she rode him to the crest of her orgasm. He sat up and held her as she arched back and cried out with wistful pleasure, his mouth causing her to sigh and cling to him as he licked up her clavicle to her throat. He growled and clamped his mouth on her pulse just as he filled her again, the rush of their coupling making them dizzy as they panted and fell against each other back to the carpet.

She sighed and rested her head on his chest, while Victor held her against his side and combed his claws through her long tresses. Nothing felt anything like what they felt during and after a fierce coupling, leaving them lulled in each other's embrace and uncaring about any aggression they naturally had towards each other.

When it came down to it, they both knew they were equals, and they both were too sated to point it out.

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Having looked for a phone everywhere else in the apartment while Isabela was finishing her shower, Victor had wandered into the kitchen to find the only visible cordless phone mounted on the wall. The shirtless feral idly ran his fingers through his damp hair as he picked up the phone and dialed Dan's number. He fastened his belt while the line rang and leaned his hip against the kitchen counter, glancing around the immaculate kitchen and drumming his retracted nails over the granite countertop.

The line kept ringing, and just when he was going to get pissed, the line picked up.

"Hi, this is Dan. I'm not in right now—"

"Oh for fuck's sake" Victor growled and was about to hang up when the message on the answering machine continued.

"-if this is Creed, call me at 413-555-8901."

The line went dead, so Victor hung up and dialed the number on the message. He scratched idly at his hairy chest and fiddled with a dog tag while the line rang. He could hear Isabela end her shower and he licked his lips at the thought of her dripping and glistening just as the phone was answered.

"Alo?" a matronly Irish brogue answered.

Victor quirked a brow. "Yeah, is Dan there?" he rumbled into the phone.

"This is Agnes Dresner, who can I say is calling-"

"Ma, give me the phone—"

"Danny, who's calling you so early?"

"Oh my god, mother, just give me the phone and go watch the morning news!"

Victor snorted as he heard the tacto-empath bicker for a few more seconds before he got on the line.

"Hey, you got my message?"

"No, Dan. I just started dialing random numbers until I got lucky" Victor rolled his eyes. "And shit, I didn't know you were into old pussy" he chuckled sarcastically into the phone.

"It's my mother Creed; not my fault you never had one" he heard the mutant grumble on the phone.

"She sounds quite nice, Danny-boy. Maybe I'll pay her a visit sometime…" he trailed off sinisterly.

The other man spoke through clenched teeth, "Give me a break, alright?"

"Oh I could give you more than a break, but you already know that, huh Danny" he taunted. "So why aren't you waiting in your cabin like I told you to?"

"Listen, I'm taking care of my mother. I left you the number, didn't I?" Dan was muttering into the phone, probably so the old bird wouldn't hear him.

"Calm the fuck down, Dan. I don't need you with your panties all in a bunch, I want information" he groused into the phone and sniffed the air. Isabela was putting on make up. He frowned, hating the taste of the artificial crap.

"Sigh. Yeah. I got some info. Some real good stuff on your girl" Dan muttered into the phone and Victor could hear him flipping papers around over the line. "I tracked down an alias she used during WWII, and found a treasure trove from a former associate photographer for the Third Reich press. Ah, here" he heard Dan mumble under his breath. "I tracked the guy down cuz he was one of a few Nazi sympathizers to get a Visa to live in the states after the war. He worked for one of the newspapers that printed SS-friendly articles. Anyway, your girl was going by Isabella Contezza. She was moonlighting as an Italian burlesque performer and was very popular with the SS-version of the USO's."

"Fuck. Would've loved to see that" Victor grumbled more to himself than to Dan.

"Ah, well good thing I got pictures then."

"No shit" Victor scoffed into the phone.

"Oh yeah" Dan confirmed. "The guy had a few shots of her on stage doing one of her popular acts. The one I'm looking at now is her in a skimpy corset, stilettos, and an SS-officer's hat straddling a piano bench and smiling at a crowd of hollering Nazis at some club."

Victor growled at the image. "What else?"

"Well—he showed me this scrapbook. Seems he was one of her many fans and he had cut outs of every article ever written on the 'lovely Contezza', and there was one announcement…"

"And?" Victor barked into the phone when the man hesitated.

"The headline was: 'Beautiful Contezza Betrothed to Dashing SS-Officer;' it talks about—"

"I can guess what it says, jackass" Victor snapped darkly and clutched the phone. "What does the fucker look like?"

"You know, like every true blue Nazi kraut. Tall, light-eyed, blond and vicious-looking; he's smiling like a wolf in the picture. His name was Ivan Walküre. There's another shot of him sitting at a table watching her perform, and he looks like he wants to eat her..."

Victor growled. "Do me a favor. Send all you have to the address I'm gonna give you—"

"But the guy leant me the scrapbook and pictures; I gotta give them back!"

"Are you fucking kidding?" Victor snarled into the phone. "Make copies if you have to you fuckwit!" he went on to bark the address and the instructions for how to deliver the documents, and ended the call.

He slammed the phone into its cradle on the wall. He was pissed off, but more aggravated by what he found out. Just how much would he have to accept about her past without confronting her? It'd be a colossal fuck up if he confronted her, but the more he found out, the more he just wanted to get complete explanations from her. It was like tracking the lives of multiple women instead of just the one, and it was chipping away at his patience.

"I knew there was a reason why I concealed most of the phones."

Victor whirled to look at her leaning against the wall. She was wearing a form-fitting long-sleeved black romper mini dress and polished boots to match, and her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail.

She gave him an appreciative once over before strolling over to him. "Who were you abusing on my phone?" she mused and caressed her hands over the line of his collarbones.

He swallowed his anger and irrational jealousy and wrapped his arms around her before pulling her against his bare chest. "A stupid mutant associate of mine; was just checking in on a matter I have him investigating for me" he husked and nuzzled her. "You look good in black, but you taste awful with that crap caked on" he purred after kissing and licking her lips.

"Part of the camouflage, cub. My scales tend to shine in the early morning sun" she murmured and kissed the column of his throat. "Got a lot of fun planned today" she teased and pursed her lips in amusement.

He swept her off her feet and into his arms. "Good. Let's finish getting dressed and get something to eat. I'm fucking famished" he rumbled ruggedly as he took her back to her bedroom.

"You're the one that needs to finish getting ready. I'm already dressed!" she admonished and tried to keep a cool veneer.

He chuckled and flashed a lopsided smirk. "Not for long yer not. I didn't give you permission to get dressed yet" he growled and tossed her onto the divan where his clothes were before crawling over her.

"Victor, we're not going to get anything done at this rate" she chided sultrily and nuzzled his mutton-chopped cheek when he brushed his nose against hers.

"That's why it's called a 'quickie', sugar. Now, show me where to unzip this thing or I'll have to slice you out of it" he purred and chuckled when she pulled him down between her bare legs.

"And I'm the insatiable one!"

"Yeah, now shut up and get naked."

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The Meatpacking district was a seedy collection of blocks and brick warehouses riddled with the occasional crack den and dilapidated buildings perfect for mob hits or the irregular slaughter of more than steak and pork. Under the hazy morning sky, the littered gutters and dank smell coming up from the sewers left the street lacking of any foot traffic. Only the occasional delivery truck whizzed by on root to a store.

Basset crossed the street and headed towards a particularly run down warehouse, his jacket lapels pulled up and hands shoved in the pockets. He maneuvered past some garbage mounds and looked around before heading to a rickety steel door and shoving it open with a firm shoulder before disappearing inside.

This is too easy.

Jin turned the corner he'd been spying behind and followed after Basset. He couldn't believe his luck. The stupid punk practically picked out where he'd be getting decapitated, all the way down to the perfect hour of the day. With any more luck, he'd have the kid's head and be jetting back to Paris before noon.

Jin Kazuya was wondering if mercenary work was becoming so lackluster because the targets were so insipid or because the people who hired him were. He looked around and entered the warehouse, making sure to keep silent and to the shadows. Why Basset had trekked from Midtown all the way to Chelsea on foot was beyond him, but he figured he wanted to avoid arising suspicion of a possible hideout for his supposed treasure trove.

He watched Basset maneuver through the cluttered and ramshackle garage of the warehouse towards the lofted offices at the back. When he disappeared up a stairwell, Jin easily tracked him by the sound of his thudding feet and the creaks of the floor. Following soundlessly, he found himself having to descend another stairwell to the back of the warehouse, seemingly where the meat lockers would've been once upon a time.

Ducking behind a set of rickety crates, he watched Basset walk into a rusting door into the penumbra of the room. Stealthily, Jin followed him in while he reached to the back of his waistband for his hunting knife. He figured he'd slice him ear-to-ear, let the little fucker bleed out, and then go to work on hacking his head off.

However, when he entered the room, he was shocked to come face to face with not only Basset, but a statuesque woman with a cunning smile on her face. Jin froze, his eyes darting around at the scene as he quickly realized he'd been duped.

"Nice of you to come."

Jin whirled around in time to see the imposing man with the steely eyes just as said man's fist bashed into his face and knocked him out cold.

When Jin came to what must've been several minutes later, he was strapped to a metal chair and his nose was bleeding down his face. He fidgeted against the rusty chair and realized his arms were bound by iron railing that had been bent and looped behind the chair. His ankles were fastened to the legs of the chair by dirty chains that were cutting into his thick skin, even through his black fatigues. His head lulled back and he spit a wad of blood to the ground, noticed his sweater was torn open, and tried to concentrate on the conversation his captors were having.

"—Please! Don't do this, I swear to God I won't tell anyone—!"

"For fuck's sake, do you ever shut up? Haven't even done anything to you—well, not yet anyway."

"Victor, don't tease him. He's been such a good pet—"

"Didn't you promise to tear him open and see what color his insides are? Doesn't sound like something you'd wanna do to a good pet to me" the tall brawny guy growled and stepped into Jin's line of vision.

When the chains around his ankles rattled, Victor glanced over at him and chuckled.

"'Bout fucking time" he barked and grabbed Basset by the back of the neck, shaking the man like a scrawny doll in his claws and smiling nastily at his terrified expression. "Your would-be assassin's awake, you whiny shit. Come and meet him."

He tossed Basset down to Jin's shackled feet and then stepped on his back to hold him in place. Jin eyed the man's sadistic grin and noticed his sharp fangs. Feral. Then he saw the woman come around from behind said feral and watched as she knelt and grabbed Basset by the back of his hair and pulled his head harshly up.

"From the looks of that brand on your chest, I'd say you were an assassin from the Kazuya clan, am I right?" the woman mused nobly and smiled at Jin. "De Lioncourt must've really been upset with you, Bezu, to send out such a renowned free agent" she purred and shook Basset by the back of the hair, jarring the man and making him whimper. "Shift."

Jin watched as the man shapeshifted into an ugly amphibian-like creature that was cowering in the woman's grip. When he finished she stood and hauled the mutant up by the back of his quill-like hair.

"Now, if you behave, stop whimpering, and promise to not interfere, I won't kill you. Understood Bezu?" she propositioned to the mutant, who nodded desperately before she let him go.

Victor shoved the cowering mutant to the side and eyed the woman whose gaze flickered up to his. He licked his lips and possessively caressed her jaw with the tips of his lengthening claws before rumbling, "I just get to watch you have fun? Doesn't seem fair, Izzie."

Her eyes glowed with mischief as she took her black coat off and tossed it with his over a pile of drums. "I guess I'll just have to make it up to you" she purred and licked his thumb when it brushed her lips.

The tall feral in black growled low in his chest and eyed Jin with disdain. "She's all yours, Charlie."

Isabela walked around the man strapped to the chair while Victor shoved Bezu down to the floor and sat on a crate to watch. When she made the second revolution, she ran her fingers through Jin's spiky raven hair. "A member of the Kazuya clan...I suppose you have that dense skin I've heard about? The kind that can't even be penetrated by a round of bullets?" she mused and leaned in when she asked the second question.

Jin eyed her darkly and smiled. "If you know what the brand means, why're you asking such stupid fucking questions—AUGH" his snarky remark was cut short when she backhanded him. His lips split open and he could swear his cheekbone was fractured from the simple blow.

She suddenly sat to straddle his lap and pressed her talons under his chin, dangerously close to slicing him open. "Now, that wasn't courteous at all! I was just trying to make conversation. I mean, it's not every day you meet a fellow free agent, let alone a member of the Kazuya clan. I thought you'd all been killed off, quite frankly" she congenially remarked and smiled serpent-like, the venom in her eyes speaking of her murderous intent.

Blood was running down his cracked lips to drip down his chin. "Nope. Just me" he hissed and smiled with blood-stained teeth and glanced at Victor, who looked amused. "Here you know all about me, but I know nothing about you."

"Oh, so true. I'm Isabela Montecristo" she informed pleasantly, and watched Jin's eyes widen before contracting towards hers. "I take it you've heard of me?"

It all made sense. He was going to get filleted by the Vipress, and he'd had the balls to mouth off to her. "Yes. I have. I guess it's too late to petition for mercy" he ventured sarcastically.

Victor snorted. "You'll be dying eventually; that's about as much mercy as yer gonna get" he quipped and dug his claws into Bezu's shoulder, causing the mutant to wince and tremble even more with terror.

"I wasn't talking to you, asshole!" Jin spat at Victor.

Isabela gasped and laughed, staring at Victor who bristled. In one swift motion he was grabbing Jin and hauling him up with chair and all. Isabela had narrowly escaped his wrath by jumping off the mercenary's lap. She watched the feral snarl in the man's face before dropping him down to the ground to cough and sputter.

"Yer not gonna look real tough after I rip your goddamn jaw off, you fucking Jap!"

Isabela rolled her eyes and put her arms around Victor's waist before he did anything else to her captive. "Now gentlemen. No need to be crass" she sighed and put herself between Victor and the Kazuya. The man was still coughing while she gave Victor a rueful look and pursed her lips at him.

He sneered and nudged his head against hers. "Get on with it, or I'll skin you instead" he hissed in her ear as he pawed her ass before shooting Jin a dirty look and going back to his seat.

She sighed and sat back on Jin's lap. "Well, you heard him. Frankly, 'skinning' is just what I had in mind" she piped affably and dragged her talons down his chest before digging them into his skin. Jin hissed through his bleeding lips and began to thrash. "I'm sorry; I guess I'm a bit out of touch. I haven't skinned a man in a few years, so bear with me" she smiled and suddenly snapped her hand back and plunged her talons into his chest up to the second knuckle of her fingers.

Jin's howl of pain was torn out of him and echoed throughout the warehouse. Isabela smiled and left her fingers in his wound as she pulled her other hand back and repeated the action. The thick-skinned mutant roared in agony and thrashed wildly under her, uselessly tugging on his restraints and yelling for her to stop.

Isabela yanked her talons out and watched the blood gush out of the 9 puncture wounds in his chest. She brought her fingers to her lips and tasted them as she stared seductively at Victor. The smells of the warehouse, fear, blood, and lust were spicing the air and making her feel lightheaded, so she gleefully shushed at Jin, who was moaning in pain.

"Come now, I haven't even gotten through the first layer of skin" she protested and shoved a finger back into one of the puncture wounds, causing him to wrench and howl. "I can't even feel tendon yet. Really, you're just being a child" she mused and plunged her talons back into him, this time managing to dig her fingers deeper until she was up to the knuckles on her hand.

Jin unleashed a deafening scream that had Bezu cringing and clutching his head while Victor watched, fascinated and turned on by the display. She was becoming more and more blood-lustful, and her beautiful expressions were becoming more sadistic as she marinated in the bastard's blood flow.

With her next few plunges, she was able to peel back a thick sheet of epidermis, the sick and wet ripping sound almost as nauseating as Jin's wrenching screams. Her sadistic ministrations were slowly revealing the pink and bloody tissue underneath while the man began to convulse against his binds. Isabela tossed the flap of skin to land in front of Bezu, who keened in his throat and shrank away from the gory mess. Before long, she was flaying the skin around the brand over his left pectoral before stripping said brand off his bloody and maimed chest, which had Jin wailing in excruciating agony as he screamed and thrashed violently against her. Gore and splatters of blood from ruptured capillaries stained her arms and soaked into the front of her black romper, but most oozed across her bare thighs like trickling fountains that sputtered the blood out. The chunk of flesh was intact and looked rubbery covered by blood as she tossed it down with the other chunks of flesh.

Jin started choking on blood after her last plunge left her hand embedded at the wrist in his chest. "Shush, I can hear your lungs gurgling. And I forgot to ask your name! You need to tell me your name before you drown on your own blood, Kazuya-chan. Come on, tell me before I pull my hand out. By the time I pull it out, you'll bleed out and your lungs will collapse under the strain" she cooed in soothing murmurs while she sadistically clawed into his chin to hold his head up from lulling back.

He gasped and coughed blood, leaving speckles of dark crimson on her face as he wheezed through his throat, "Jihnn—ack!" he hacked and dragged his eyes towards Victor, who was staring pitilessly at the scene. His eyes were glazed over with animal lust, not even looking at him as he started to gurgle his last breath.

"Jin Kazuya…What a waste. Gomen nasai, Jin-kun" she purred and yanked her hand out of his chest cavity, and let the man convulse and tremor into death. His eyes glazed like a doe's and fell to hooded crests as he slumped forward and bled out of his mouth and down his gnarled torso. She got up from the dead mercenary's lap and swayed, closing her eyes and taking in the aroma of death and blood as she smeared the warm gore off her thighs.

Victor watched her before coming up to her. He cupped her shoulders and purred against her temple before licking some of the gore off her cheek. She opened her eyes and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him at the height of her bloodlust. It was like electricity shot through them when their mouths connected in a voracious tangle of lips and tongues, leaving Isabela breathless and weak in the knees while Victor held her and ground his clothed erection against her.

Bezu watched in horror as they acted like lovers soaked in blood. He stood shakily, and Victor snapped his head around and snarled at him. Isabela licked the thick tendon in his neck while he barked, "No one told you to fucking move!" The vermilion-colored mutant cringed and scuttled back to the ground obediently, averting his gaze from Victor's searing glare.

"Victor" Isabela purred, and he looked back down at her. "I feel bad for having to kill Jin. It was fun…but I wiped out a clan" she mused drunkenly, her eyes dazzling as they smiled sadly up at him.

He grinned and licked a speck of blood from her chin. "Not a lot of people can say that, viper. Sounds like an accomplishment to me" he chuckled and crouched down to pick up the chunk of flesh with the Kazuya brand. It consisted of a samurai crest; a cherry blossom incased in an ouroboros. He held it out to her.

She took it and admired it as if for the first time while he stalked over to rig a chain over a roof axel. Looking up to survey the scene, she glanced over at Bezu. He was still cowering in place, so she smiled at him. "Well Bezu, you behaved. So I'm finished with you" she announced and wrapped the chunk of flesh up in the torn shirt.

The shapeshifter looked at her with aghast astonishment. "T-Thank you!" and went to scurry towards the exit, when Victor stood in front of the door, and glared him down. The amphibious-looking mutant desperately stared and looked back at Isabela before pleading to the vicious feral, "She let me go! She said you wouldn't kill me!"

"Correction: She said she wouldn't kill you. Never said anything about me not killing you" Victor chuckled malevolently and lengthened his claws.

Bezu pitifully looked back at Isabela, who was looking at the two men with mirth in her eyes.

"Sorry, Bezu. Victor has a way with words…I kept mine, though" she remarked convivially and smiled as the man turned and looked up at Victor with petrified fear.

His blood-curdling scream pierced the air as Victor growled ferociously and tore him open like a squealing sow. Isabela watched him gnarl the mutant with a vicious grin and the smoky look in his eyes, loving how absolutely ravenous he looked in his bloodlust.

Before long, Victor was stringing what was left of Bezu up and hanging him over the mutilated corpse of Jin Kazuya, just as bloodstained and drunk on gore as she.

They both stood back and admired each other's handiwork.

"This is fucking art" Victor husked and licked the back of his hand clean, while Isabela purred and leaned against his side. He burrowed his nose into the top of her head and fisted her hair, yanking the ponytail undone so he could bury his hands in the thick tresses as he backed her into a wall. "What say we get in a quick fuck before we leave" he licked her throat. "Watching you gave me a mean hard on" he growled and pawed the zipper at the front of her formfitting outfit while he tasted her skin and nipped at her pulse.

Isabela clutched his shoulders and arched against him. "But you don't like it when we have corpses watching" she chuckled and cupped the bulge at his crotch and rubbed him through his trousers.

"I'll make a fucking exception" he groaned and worked the zipper down while she unfastened his pants and freed him from the confines of his denim prison.

"Mm, its cold in here" she sighed when he peeled the damp material down her shoulders and arms, freeing her supple breasts for his ravenous mouth.

"I'll keep you warm once I get this fucking cat suit off you" he grumbled and pulled the intrusive outfit off her torso before gathering her up and hiking her skirt so he could get between her legs.

She clung to him, sighing when his thick sex brushed her eager flesh. He pushed his ramrod cock into her molten sheath and Isabela gasped, fisting her fingers into his shirt when he lifted her against him and the wall. They fucked like beasts in heat, climaxing fiercely and basking in the afterglow until she started to shiver against him. He zipped up, got his coat, and put it around her before helping her slip back into her formfitting cargo romper dress. Pulling the zipper closed over her cleavage, he nuzzled her and bit the column of her neck.

"You kept your promise, viper" he smirked and cleaned the blood off her skin with the pads of his fingers and a few swipes from his tongue where needed.

"And you were very patient, cub" she smiled and rubbed the speckles off his cheek, gently wiping away at the gore on his chin and smear across his cheekbone.

A short while later, they were strolling down the wet pavement, most of the blood and gore that stained their black clothes hidden by their long coats to the naked human eye. The blood of their kills were still caked under their nails, so they kept a hand in their coat pocket and clasped the other between them, looking like just another couple coming back from a long night of partying; smitten and holding hands.

Even if some noticed the flecks of dried blood on his neck or the drops that splattered into her hair, their cool amorous demeanors made people none the wiser that they'd just finished sadistically slaughtering anyone, which suited them just fine as they walked back uptown at a leisurely pace.

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"Make sure to purge the site. There's no reason to get civilian authorities involved anymore than they already have. Clean the mess up, bag the corpses, and send them to the coroner. I wanna make sure it's there handiwork by the end of the day, and no excuses, alright captain? Good." Nick hung up the phone and huffed through his nose, cupping and wringing his face in frustration.

The pictures from the scene left no doubt in his mind that the Vipress and Sabertooth had left their calling cards at the warehouse in NYC, but he didn't understand what the two mutant victims had done to deserve such a ruthless end. He hoped that forensic verification would put names to the gnarled corpses so maybe he could get a damn lead!

Whirling in his chair, Nick's worn expression glowered out to the wintery day outside his office window. From the Pentagon wing his office was nestled in, he was afforded a grand view of the nation's capital as it bustled along in the cold. His reflection stared back at him in the sheen of the mirror, and Nick couldn't help frown at the stubble on his jaw and the black patch he'd started wearing over his left eye to garner less stares from his new subordinates.

His days in WWII and working recognizance in far off jungles seemed long ago, but it all wore on his dark skinned countenance. It pissed him off that beasts like Sabertooth had stained the country's honor by parading and ransacking foreign soils in the name of the United States, and it made him seethe that cunning serpents like Vipress made their money off the ignorance of American idiots. But no matter how much he wanted to lock the two away underground like the vicious killers they were, something still nagged at him.

They were both small time. Compared to the industrious minds that currently had state secrets and the tele-computer, Nick could care less what the two feral mutants were up to, but he knew that somehow they would lead back to whoever had the stolen technology.

Clasping his hands together, he continued to stare out the window, hoping to be close to a real lead before anything horrible happened to the country he'd been protecting his entire life.

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If he wasn't staring at his viper in the black and white articles, he wouldn't believe the shit he was reading.

Dan's handwritten scribbles translated most of the articles for him, but Victor had skimmed the original German, picking up a few phrases. For all intensive purposes, Isabela had been a Nazi pinup girl with a socialite following in the SS variety columns, so he was able to piece together inklings of her life during WWII. She'd had a popular burlesque show in Berlin, spending most nights hobnobbing with the kraut elite after she entertained them in her skimpy negligees and Nazi-red lips. Why the fuck she'd stoop to such a tawdry living was beyond him.

Tossing the binder down on the couch, Victor huffed through his nose and rubbed his furred jaw. He listened to the thrum of the engines as the private jet cruised through the placid sky while he glared down at one picture in particular.

Isabela's sultry smile seemed to beam over the audience of shouting Nazis as she posed in a glittery corset and officer-issued boots, but his ireful stare was riveted to the bastard the tagline identified as Ivan Walküre. He was lounging in full SS-uniform with his arms crossed in a straight-back chair at a table in the center of the crowd, his wolfish eyes focused on Isabela and uncaring of the excitement around him.

It left him itching with jealousy.

He glanced over at the closed quarter's door and tried to submerge the impulses in his head. Impotent anger welled in his gut like cooling lead. As he looked back at one of the pictures, Victor forced the anger down and focused his surly thoughts. The photograph wasn't used in any of the printed articles; it caught the smoldering gaze Isabela and the Nazi officer shared as he tossed a rose through the air. The heat in her eyes left him without a single doubt that the supposed Ivan Walküre was really Eirik. He noticed a dark haired officer looming on the imposing blonde's other side; his chiseled features set in a muted scowl and the steel of his eyes different but similar to the man he stood next to as he glowered over at the stage while Eirik ignored him and stared at Isabela.

Huffing, Victor shoved everything back into the leather satchel and tossed it to join his trench coat on the couch.

He wanted to possess everything about her, including her past. That he had to stew in silence or risk raising her hackles into an all out clusterfuck was pissing him off unlike anything else.

Once they'd gotten to the hanger, a courier had been waiting with a leather satchel for him, to Isabela's curious surprise. Victor had taken the satchel and given her a curt look of mischief as they climbed the stairs onto the jet. Once the flight plan was executed, they'd taxied onto the tarmac and up to the runway; all the while, her stare was on him, scrutinizing his as he nonchalantly tucked the satchel under a table and flashed a roguish smirk.

She'd asked about the satchel, and he'd snapped some scathing remark, egging her on. When she stalked over to grab the satchel, he'd backed her into the private bedroom at the back of the plane. They'd playfully wrestled until they'd ended up with their clothes off and naked for the umpteenth time that day. Walking back to said quarters, he quietly slipped in and found her still tuckered out from their previous primal romp. Stripping out of his black jeans and undershirt, he left them strewn on the floor along with yet another sexy little red dress with matching heeled boots, as well as the shredded remnants of the black lingerie he'd persuaded her to wear under said dress.

The sheet was clinging precariously to her backside, her hair a dark veil across her shoulders and back. Prowling back under the sheet with her, he submerged a snicker at the memory of her haughty protests from the destruction of the expensive unmentionables, and lounged on his side as he skated his retracted nails in slow circles along her soft back. The impulse to dig his claws into the silky skin skittered deviously in his mind, but he suppressed it.

A tumult of instincts and emotions were burning under his skin, vying for his attention. But for the life of him, all he wanted to do was gaze down at the feisty feral curled on her stomach like a lounging predator. His claws combed soothingly into the length of her mane before he pressed his mouth over the spot between her shoulders.

Isabela groaned sleepily and unfurled with a sigh as his brusque fingers gripped her and stroked around her belly. He caressed her womb while he prowled over her and dragged his other hand under her to squeeze a supple breast. She sighed and turned her head to look through hooded eyes at him as he kneaded her body and laved his rough tongue to trace every contour of her back, a soft purr-like growl rumbling from his chest.

"God, I always forget you're more of an overgrown pussy cat than anything" she purred and turned her torso partway to pull him down on top of her.

He chuckled and rested on top of her in a way that allowed for her to cuddle and still be tucked under him. "What can I say: you are what you eat" he chuckled crassly before nipping impishly into her shoulder.

"So what does that make me?" Isabela retaliated by pursing her mouth over the back of his hand and sinking her lengthening canines and incisors into the tough tendons there before turning under him and kissing along the curve of his jaw.

Victor rolled his torso to press down on her and limit her wiggle room as he framed her under him with his brawny arms. "A man-eater" he said gruffly, letting his lips curl back to bare his vicious canines on the 'eater' before chuckling cynically.

"I guess we all have our tastes" she quipped and clambered up under him so she could be eye-to-eye with him. "I trust I've quelled yours for the time being?"

He nudged his hips against hers, so she would feel his hard cock press deviously against her. "What do you think, Izzie?" he sardonically growled against her lips.

She couldn't help but smile, recalling the whirlwind day they'd spent together.

After the slaughter at the warehouse, they'd spent the early afternoon treating each other to a luxurious soak in her lavish bathtub. Most of the time was spent coupling than soaking, but they did make use of the tub's hot jets. The sex had been mind blowing, as always, and even more so after they'd eaten a three-course meal. He'd barely finished his last bite before picking her up and taking her on top of the granite counter. Needless to say, she'd reluctantly paged the jet crew to be ready for the flight to Paris; Victor's lazy and gloating feline self had tried to persuade her into staying in—after cajoling her into a pair of lacy black lingerie out of her empress-style closet, but she'd insisted on making it to Paris immediately. She didn't want to prolong her plans.

Staring up into his handsome expression, she brushed her fingertips affectionately along his brow and down to caress his nose.

"I think you're voraciously insatiable, Victor." She hummed softly. "Unlike any bedfellow I've ever had" she mused candidly and wrapped her arms around him, dragging her talons lightly down his muscular back before smiling as she grabbed his exquisite ass and squeezed.

Victor barked with laughter and rolled, forcing her to lay on top of him as he cupped her derriere and kneaded it possessively. "And how many 'bedfellows' would that make, viper?" he growled puckishly, his eyes boring into hers.

Isabela laughed, her eyes softening into crests of mirth as she settled into straddling him. When he held her close instead of letting her sit up, she looked at him and read the earnest gleam in his eyes. Sobering, she smiled and leaned in close as she mused, "A lady's carnal past is an unsavory topic to riddle her current lover with—"

"Riddle away. I'm curious" he seethed with dangerous syrup to his tone, his lips not quite making it into a smirk.

She knew it. Ever since they'd boarded the plane she'd sensed him ruminating about something. The leather satchel had something to do with his focus, but she didn't understand how his other case could have anything to do with her. Everything about his demeanor had honed into a scrutinizing sobriety towards her the minute he got the satchel. Victor was a possessive and domineering lover—adamant about what he wanted and harsh if he didn't get his way, to say the least. But now he was focused, his motives tangled in his resolute control and the implacable steel of his expression. The only thing that told her he was fuming over something was his scent. His usually thick musk was copiously inundated with anger, but she knew it wasn't at her, and that confused her even more.

A woman of her experience knew how to placate a man, but Victor wasn't just a man. He was savage but calculatingly brilliant, able to make her second guess herself. No man had done that; not even Eirik. She decided the only thing she could do was cross the proverbial field of landmines in hopes that she'd figure out a pattern before the smoky-eyed predator lying under her lashed out in a fit of tempestuousness.

"Can you count all your conquests?" she asked frankly, caressing the silver chain of his dog tags absently. "I cannot. Not really anyway. Of course there are memorable trysts and encounters" she mused and gazed into his eyes, unworried by showing him the light of her thoughts in her frondy depths as he stared sharply up at her. "I remember the Russian baron who taught me marksmanship on his manor, and how he loved to chase me through the forest and make love to me like a maiden out where anyone could see…" when his eyes focused attentively, she continued, "I remember the obstinate samurai I seduced right around the turn of the century; he called me a 'dragon woman' at some hoity-toity British dinner party, but when he whisked me back to his estate in Satsuma, he would called me his 'jade lotus'; he loved it when I dressed like a geisha and acted demure" she mused and then snickered at herself. "I also remember the queenly confidante I seduced" she paused and combed her fingers through his chest hair. "She was very sweet, and playful—"

"She?" Victor asked, his expression perking up. "Damn, I figured you've been promiscuous as fuck, but for some reason I didn't peg you for a lezzy" he grinned and tucked his hands behind his head. "Shit, if I didn't hate sharing—"

"Sapphic affairs are part of my repertoire; not like such a thing as sexual preference or orientation applies to an animal anyway. Sex is sex. Some sex is better than others, but if you're getting off, what does it matter?" she remarked and sat up so she could trace her talons along the muscular planes that defined his torso.

Victor growled approvingly and stretched out under her, smirking at the blunt matter-of-factness of her retort. "How many women have you fucked then?"

Isabela rolled her eyes at the typical male glee towards lesbianism. "A fraction of a percentage compared to how many men I've fucked" she answered conspicuously, arching a challenging eyebrow at him. "What about you?"

"What about me?" he sneered derisively and bucked his hips against her, earning the pinch of her talons into his skin. He hissed and picked her up to lean back against the headboard. "Hey, I happen to agree with you: I can't count all my conquests. Sex's been a means to get off. I haven't kept count how many times I've jerked off in my life; why would I keep score how many fucks I've had?" he shrugged chauvinistically. "As you said: if you're getting off, what's it matter?" he purred and pulled her close, kissing her breasts before pursing his hot mouth around a studded nipple.

Isabela hissed at the sensation and arched against him, forcing her flesh firmly to his lips while his hands scraped down to squeeze her ass. She reared up and ground his ramrod erection along her dewy folds, earning a sharp pinch as he bit down on her nipple before worrying the taut flesh between his blunt teeth. Gasping, she arched into his mouth and shivered as she began to tingle with heat. She dragged her black talons down his shoulders and sighed, but just when she rutted down on him and felt the exquisite sensation of his manhood pressing flush against her pulsing bud, he picked her up and tossed her onto her back on the mattress.

Actually yelping from the shock, she blushed when Victor pounced on her and laughed at her.

"Really craving more of my cock, aren't ya." His tone was throaty, almost a purr as it rumbled from his chest and sent another jolt of heat to skitter down her nerve endings and throb between her legs. When his mouth brushed hot moisture along her throat before nipping her pulse, she clutched his shoulders and sighed for more. "Funny how you didn't mention him."

Isabela stiffened. She reared back to look incredulously at his frustrating expression. "I didn't think he needed to be mentioned. Not with how you continuously bring it up" she hissed and felt her arousal boil into anger. "I never imagined you'd be so jealous—"

He grabbed hold of her face in his viciously strong hands—his claws remaining retracted on sheer will as they dented along her temples and tangled in her hair. "I made an observation, Izzie. There's nothing for me to be jealous of. You're mine now" he declared with chilling irrevocableness, his eyes searching hers as he added, "And since you're mine, I can take a fucking interest in what you've been up to if I want."

Her eyes defiantly narrowed at that, but her mouth softened. She caressed his furred cheek before smiling seductively. "Well" she murmured, "In the interest of fairness, does that mean I can do the same?"

Victor's brow crinkled minutely before a rueful smirk quirked his lips. "What, you wanna play 20 questions?" He chuckled and tipped her face up before growling, "How do I know you'll play by the rules, sweetness?"

Whenever he used a pet name like 'sugar', 'sweetheart', 'princess', and now 'sweetness', it meant quite the opposite. It was his way of really calling her a bitch when he was seething with suppressed ire. He would hiss over the terms with venom dripping just under his tone, his cadence deceptively saccharine while his expression said otherwise. It usually made her weak in the knees when she should be on her guard.

Isabela decided to cater to his raging domineering ego the best way she knew how.

Pushing him onto his back, she climbed onto his lap and skipped the foreplay as she guided his thick sex into her pulsing sheath. Victor was taken aback by her sudden aggressive gesture, groaning as she clenched around his cock. He got ravenously turned on and clutched her hips, unintentionally scraping his claws into her tender curves. When he bucked into her to the hilt, Isabela cried out and pressed her palms down over his chest. They shared a wanton expression of feral passion before she crouched forward and brushed her lips against his panting mouth.

"We've both been so damn good about the rules so far, cub" she mused in a breathy tone. "Certainly you'll know if I'm lying, being so deep inside of me" she propositioned against his lips while her long tresses cascaded down her shoulders to dangle over his chest and brush his face. "And I'll certainly know if you're lying. How much fair could the game be?"

He stared hungrily into her eyes, enticed and itching for more. "What's the catch?"

Isabela sat up and rolled her hips, earning an approving growl from him. "You can't get…territorial if you don't like the answers. Don't pick a fight" she remarked diplomatically.

Victor's scowled. "You givin' me orders?"

"No, lover, I'm giving you parameters" she caressed his forearms with sensual affection and tightened her Kegel muscles to contract around his throbbing erection. "First question: Who was your first love?"

He bucked his hips, growling at the exquisite sensation of her sheath tightening around his cock. "What? What the hell does that mat—?"

"Ah-ah! You can't answer a question with another question, and you can't ask a question until you've answered one" she playfully admonished and smiled down at him, flirty and alluring.

Victor clucked his tongue and huffed sardonically at her. "Doesn't apply to me."

"Bullshit. It applies to everyone. No matter how bad-ass one thinks they are" she interjected and contracted her sheath around him again.

He growled. "I don't remember a name…just some frail."

Isabela didn't seem convinced, so she curled down to lay over his chest and looked at him—her silence and expression letting him know she was waiting for him to elaborate. He was about to bark snidely that it didn't matter, but he realized that would give her credence to do the same when it was her turn. So he racked his mind; the answer slapped his recollections in a memory.

"Mary. A frail at some boondock settlement…right after I'd gone through the change. Didn't go well" he muttered cynically and shrugged. "What about you?" Yeah it was a crappy question to start off with, but the memory from his adolescence was refusing to be shoved away so easily.

Isabela sat up and bounced over his lap, earning a grunt as she hummed sexily at him. "I married my first love." Victor's expression shuttered in, but his eyes stared at her with surprise. "Joaquin—a wealthy landowner…also didn't go well…" she mused and shrugged flippantly. Just when she could sense he was going to ask for details, she interjected, "What's your favorite book?"

Victor actually balked up at her before laughing. He hadn't expected such a mundane line of questioning. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he ever had a mundane conversation, let alone about his likes and dislikes. It was quirky and ridiculous to him, but when he looked up at Isabela, he understood that it was a game expertly woven by the best seductress around. She was literally distracting him with idle chatter while in the midst of a sex game. For some reason, it turned him on even more; she wasn't trying to crack a proverbial code. Instead, she was placating him while still being interested in what he had to say. Sure they weren't philosophical questions, but then again he wasn't a philosophical kind of guy.

He sat up on his elbows, leaning forward to lick a studded nipple before propping himself up by his splayed arms. "Frankenstein."

She looked very intrigued and bounced over him again, eliciting a growl from him before he tried coaching her into a rhythm by gripping her hips and directing her along. "That's quite a story to have an affinity for—"

"M'not much of a reader, sweetheart, but if the runt read it, I listened. It was the first book I picked up and read through, though." He smirked. "I liked it well enough. Got me to read more and pick what me and Jimmy read whenever we could get our hands on anything." While he spoke, he set her rhythm over him, fucking slowly and watching her bite her lip and gasp from his raunchy ability to screw and talk.

Isabela coyly resisted and ground down on him, earning a frustrated grunt. "So who did you relate to: Frankenstein or the monster?" she asked and mewled when Victor slammed out and into her suddenly.

"You already asked your question and got an answer" he sing-sung. "My turn, Izzie." He rolled his hips, pressing against the bundle of nerve endings cushioned deep inside her, causing her to see stars and fist her hands against his chest and toss her head back. "What's your favorite position?" he gave her a lopsided grin and continued to speed up his pace, panting as he spoke.

She bit back a cry of excitement when his claws pinched the skin of her hips and his cock brushed the delicate spot inside of her, the mix of pain and pleasure a delicious jolt to her senses. Groaning, she bounced up and down, relishing in the intense heat that was throbbing up from her core to tingle up her body, her focus bleeding into the desire he was stoking with every stroke and touch.

Victor suddenly pulled her off of him and prevented her from impaling herself down on his throbbing cock, eliciting a frustrated mewl from her and her eyes to stare questioningly at him. "Don't get greedy, viper. At least not until you answer my question" he chuckled at her, sitting up and hugging her against him so his brawny arms braced her from being able to ride him further.

He licked up the column of her throat, sending her thoughts into a muddle before she could compose a response. Focusing, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and bucked against him, a purr hissing from her chest as she nuzzled him and growled, "Why don't you try a few positions out and see if you can guess which is my favorite?"

Grunting haughtily, Victor purred, "Is that a suggestion or a request? Oh, I guess it doesn't matter since you posed it in the form of a question—"

Isabela throttled him with exasperated desire. "Victor Creed, you better finish fucking me or there'll be hell to pay" she hissed arduously and craned her neck out, offering a submissive gesture to coincide with her insolence.

Victor rolled and slammed her down under him, one hand cuffing both of her wrists over her head while the other pressed down on the inside of her knee and forced her wide open for him. "Now that sounded like a request brandished as a threat. Are you not playing the game anymore, Izzie?" he teased huskily before pursing his vicious mouth over her pulse and biting as he simultaneously shoved back into her molten heat.

Arching up against him from the gratifying onslaught, Isabela wrapped her leg around the small of his back and gasped a sultry laugh. "No one ever finishes this game, Victor" she sighed and pressed flush up against him, grinding against the hard muscles of his chest as she added, "But I want you to find the answer yourself." He growled at that and started fucking her wantonly, pinning her arms on either side of her head as he voraciously took her in a fierce kiss. Her first orgasm slammed through her like a tumult, making her come undone in his arms, crying out his name and clutching at him as if she'd drift away in the sensations.

Victor took her over and over again, flipping her and positioning her in an array of ways until she practically melted in and whimpered unlike he'd ever elicited out of her before.

He became mindless and bit down on the arch between her neck and shoulder when she whimpered his name and melted into a mind-numbing orgasm, his own climax thrashing through him as he drove into her and came undone. Sprawling out on top of her, he grunted a satisfied sound. Isabela groaned in response, spooned in his arms and still trembling from the sex onslaught.

"Should've guessed you liked getting dominated from behind" he husked before his hot mouth brushed the nape of her neck.

She hummed and bucked her rear against his hips. "Took you long enough, but I'm not complaining" she mused and earned a playful nip at her shoulder before he chuckled.

"Good, now shut up and roll over. Time for you to find my favorite position" he declared with devious charm before grinning at her incredulous face.

"You're insatiable!"

"I know, so just shut up and do as you're told, viper, or I swear there'll be real hell to pay."

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Armand couldn't believe the afternoon he had. Everything with the tele-computer looked on schedule, and all his venture capital was virtually insured. He was in such good spirits, that it didn't bother him in the least to not have heard from Kazuya yet. With how his luck was going, he had no doubt that by the following day he'd have everything squared away; his business dealings in Tehran were improving, and once he had Basset's head on his desk, he figured he'd be motivated to tackle the last hurdles and insure himself a promising new decade in the quickly globalizing world.

Looking out on the view he'd literally killed to get, Armand looked forward to the upcoming day, unknowing that it would be his last.
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THANKS FOR READING! PLEASE REVIEW!

My apologies for the long wait. If I had to describe this chapter and stage of their relationship, I guess I'd call it the 'honeymoon' stage. Their relationship is like a roller coaster on steroids, but we're seeing what they would be like as a couple; there's still some friction, of course, but their dynamic is...well, intense lol Some of you might be wondering how many chapters are left. All I'll say is that this won't become a saga. If it goes past 12 I'll be really annoyed with myself lol Hope you guys enjoyed all the ridiculous amounts of sex~

By the way, the "frail-Mary" anecdote that Victor devulges so reluctantly is inspired by Fyrefly's Victor/October stories. Totally forgot to ask her for permission ^^;; but yeah it's sort of an homage to her awesome stories! Check 'em out if you haven't!

Still absolutely swooning with amorous love for Liev, as if you didn't already now~!

-ROGUEFURY