Scream

Britz-Don't go tellig me it's been done cause that won't come as a great surprise to me, it's somewhat an obvious idea but lets give it a shot anyway uh?

~Scream~

"You owe me a scream..."

Storm tore into the waking world with that chilling final growl in her ears, her lungs were hitching in a desperate panicked grab for air, after a few breath she held up his squeezed fists and pried them open, her fingernails had made eight little half moon indents in her palms, a small trickle of blood was coming from one on her right hand.

Panting she finally calmed herself and shook the last clinging residues of the nightmare out of her mind and steadied herself with her unfamiliar surroundings, a cheap hotel room in North Dakota, the Professor had sent her here, a new mutant, something... She shook her head, it was still rattled it would seem.

She slid out of the bed sheets wearing an overly large grey T-shirt she always wore to bed and a black pair of panties, it had been three months since the Liberty Island incident and the nightmares were still haunting her, she got that, it came with the job but this land and painful focus point these insisted on disturbed her.

Sabretooth. No man before him had made her feel quite as helpless as him, even shooting him through a brick wall with a lightening bolt had not helped. On bare feet she padded into the rooms kitchenette and opened the frr.
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It wasn't just the dreams that disturbed her, but their nature, violent and bestial but also dripping with sex, raw and bloody sex, rape, whips, chains and torture, as well as other things you didn't talk about in polite company, not a wholesome and happy white picket wet dream but fucking, screaming, red blooded, maddening animal fucking, and, Goddess help her as much as these dreams terrified her, didn't they also turn her on? Just a little?

She shuddered and popped a cube out of the freezers ice tray, leaned back against the counter and ran it over her forehead, down her cheek and onto her neck, shivering at the feel of it against her smooth brown skin.

She ran the ice over the nape of her neck they achingly slow it travelled onto her slightly heaving chest, slipping it inside her shirt between her firm perky breasts, she gasped, her nipples hardened poking against the grey cloth of her shirt and began to ache for attention, with her free hand she reached up and tweaked idly at her right nipple through the shirt.

In a dreary sort of pleasure she opened her eyes and noticed for the first time her room door was slightly ajar and a sliver of hallway light had crept along the carpet. She looked at it, the doorknob and lock it appeared had been wrenched completely free of the rest of doo door and allowed access into her room.

Just as she was beginning to take onboard the possibilities of such a discovery a hulking mountain of a man stepped out from the corner where the small bathroom was and into Ororo's line of sight, Victor Creed, Sabertooth.

He grinnedn hen he saw her, exposing a mouthful of points, one big hand wrapped over the top of the open freezer door between and he tore it off it's hinges without a blink, he cast it aside and was on her in two steps, the same enormous hand wrapped around her slender throat.

His face was inches from hers "You still owe me a scream." He snarled, smelling her, she smelled of terror and sex, his smile grew wider.

Whimpering she was dragged across the room towards the hotel bed, outside the clouds rumbled, Sabertooth drew her up to eye level again "Don't even think of it whippet, I'll break your neck before you can." He cast Ororo onto the bed, her spine jarred in barely felt pain as she slammed against the bed head, Sabretooth was still smiling as he shrugged off his ratty trench coat and pulled away his boots, Ororo pressed herself against the broken bed head in fear.

He lowered himself onto the bed, the mattress shifting and springs groaning as he crawled on all fours towards, "Lets see what I caught." He growled, he reached out and tangled railroad spike claws in her old grey shirt.

The claws ripped through and made gaping holes before he yanked back and tore the shirt to , ex, exposing her beautiful, quivering body, instinctively her arms went over her breasts to cover her nakedness, but Victor swept them away easily and leered with open lust, enorenormous thumb claw stretched out and toyed idly with one of her perfectly peaked brown nipples, despite her it was as hard as a chip of glass, Victor smiled.

"Lay back." He grunted, she obliged, with his frying pan sized mitts about her upper arms forcing her down it was difficult to do much else.

"Sabretooth, you don't need to do this." Ororo simpered, Victor just flashed his canines in reply, his big hands let go of hems ams and he put them to work on her breasts, roughly rubbing them over, moulding them in his palms, then he travelled down her body, over her trim waist, he gripped her thighs and parted them.

Ororo let them go with surprising ease, Victor looked down at the final flimsy barrier of her simple black panties, he lowered his head to her stomach and drew his teeth down over her skin, her body jumped with little hitched breaths as his sharp canines caught the waist band of her underwear and kept pulling them down.

Victor teeth trailed over her piebald pubic area, half laughing at the feel of shaved pussy against his lip, once clear of her flesh he bit down and tore the panties from her, shear material hanging from his mouth he looked up and spat them to the side then lowered himself again.

Like a cat at a milk dish Victor's tongue plunged into Ororo, sinking into her, lapping at the swelling pink walls of her tight little pussy, she writhed under the powerful hands holding her down but no longer in true protest.

He rose up again when her moans despite the best of her control began to erupt and rack her body, in one quick movement he pulled her against his enormous chest then dropped her to the bedspread, "Undo my belt, my pants" He gruffly ordered.

Ororo fingers fumbled as she began to work the belt buckle and undo Sabretooth's pants, she felt a slight trill of fear mixed with a slight exhilaration when he saw the huge outline of his cock straining inside it's constraints, like a caged beast. Victor held her in place with one hand while the other slipped inside his shirt and pulled it off exposing an expansive rippled chest covered in shaggy hair.

"Lay back." He growled as she began to slid off his pants and with one massive hand simply shoved her down and back without waiting for an answer, he reached inside his pants and pulled out his massive member from it's nest of shaggy blond pubic hair, Ororo's teeth chattered at the site of it, pumping higher and stiffer with a strange beat, he was quite literally hung like a horse, though perhaps bear or lion would have been more fitting.

He teased her with it, rolling it around the edges of her cunt and relishing the slippery feel of her waiting lips, "Think soft thoughts lassie." He warned and with no further word thrust into her, mercilessly burying himself up to the hilt.

And so she did scream for him, something between pleasant shock and pain, Ororo remembered what it was to be a virgin again, the bitter sweet feel of a man forcing his way inside of her, Victor pumped into her and the orgasm washed itself and mingled with that pain, he was simply that big, filling her up, reaching her in places she didn't know she had.

She didn't think words did justice to this feeling ('Like my insides are being ripped apart... but in a good way?') So she used none, just screamed and screamed again as she came, in pain, in pleasure, in terror, in joy did it even matter anymore?

"That's right scream, scream for me." He growled, thudding into her writhing body, her warmth gushing onto the inside of his thighs like the tide he sucked in the smell of it, the smell of her sex, tasting it as a shudder ran the length of his body, he spent himself, shooting inside her with a roar of delight.

Outside a sudden unexpected storm had hit the hotel grounds and hail rained from the sky, the clouds boomed as they discharged their rain, deadly blue bolts of lightening cut across the sky and came slamming down to the earth, blowing holes in the lawn like mortars.

The springs bounced and squealed in protest as Sabretooth hit the bedspread and lay pressed against Storm's quivering back, his heavy humid breath misted across her shoulder as he panted.

His frying pan sized hands still gripped her upper arms but she could reach onnd tnd to feel her shivering face, her cheeks were wet, at some point she had started crying but she didn't know when, after laying in silence, in recovery for several minutes she finally spoke in a shaky, weak voice that did not sound like her at all.

"Will you let me go now?"

He did not reply in words but she felt his shaggy head shake 'no' behind her, she felt her eyes well up with fresh tears when something moved below her, hard and growing it pressed against her then slid in between her butt cheeks, the tip just parting them as he swelled anew.

"Oh Goddess... Goddess.... Yes.... Yes..." He pushed her onto her stomach, slamming her down on the bed and grinding the heel of his hand against her shoulder he held her down even as she squirmed, her legs parted in waiting, he pulled back, eyed her off and thrust....

Outside an monstrous blue-white arrow of electricity screamed down from the sky and carved an oak tree in two, somewhere inside, almost unheard over the raging winds a woman screamed, and screamed, and screamed...

~Fin~

Britz-Well what did you reckon for my second ever smut piece? Thrash or trash? Chuck me a sodding review, criticism welcomed.