Choice of fate

Choice of Fate

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolutions or the characters involved... don't sue please.

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"Nothin' new... no-- O'course Ah've tried... ... He keeps avoidin' meh. Scott! Ah've got a handle on it! It shouldn' take too much longah, Ah- ... ... ... ... ..." Rogue shifted her weight in irritation. "If ya're gonna send meh on a mission bah mahself ya bettah be ready ta trust meh! ... ... ... Undacovah jobs take a little longar then suprise attacks sugah."

Rogue dropped onto the couch of the apartment they had gotten for her in Boston so she could complete said mission as Scott rambled on. She twirled the cord of the phone with annoyance. "Then take meh off the job!" There was a satisfying silence on the other end of the line and Rogue smirked.

Finally, Rogue broke the silence. "Ah've got ta go ta bed soon, Ah've got a conference to attend ta in tha mornin'. Ah'll take care o' "interrogatin" Hawthorne when Ah get the chance." She paused for a minute while Team Leader finished his shpeal, then with a short, "Byhe." Rogue hung up.

"That boy." She said with a shake of her head as she finally pulled off the image inducer. Her platinum streaks and auburn hair returned to it's normal color. She pulled her hair out of it's bun and a braid fell down her back till right past her shoulder blades.

Rogue got to her feet and looked around at the apartment. She'd been here for a while, sent on a mission to attend several meetings and fancy parties to get close to Hawthorne and touch him. At age twenty, Rogue had mastered the art of 'civilized' conversation so she could blend in with the 'upper' crowd. Really all it was, was coded messages performed through the art of gestures, fancy words, and social gatherings. She'd never been particularily interested in learning what she did, but she was the 'perfect spy.'

"Just lihke Mystique." Rogue scowled, throwing the cup of tea in the sink with distaste. She then headed toward her room to change.

The biggest obstical to be overcome when it came to 'the perfect spy' rep. was the possibility of skin to skin contact. To be ugly would mean to be overlooked, and to be gorgeous would mean to deal with the 'not so subtle' crowd of admirer's, so it was important to find a happy medium. That wasn't easy. She normally acted as the more conservitave business woman. Pretty, but contained. Full business suits and always a pair of elegant gloves, a pair of pointless glasses, and almost always her hair in a bun.

As Rogue made her way into her room she peeled off the business suit and changed into a pair of simple pajama pants and a speghetti top. She glanced in the full length mirror and sighed. To be blessed with beauty yet cursed with the inability to touch. Didn't only make some of the single guys at the institute go crazy... but her as well.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Rogue walked over to the door of her room. She closed it and flicked off the light. It didn't matter that she was thrown into darkness. There was still light from outside, but her eyes hadn't adjusted yet. She knew her way to the bed enough though that she could do it with her eyes closed. It was merely straight across the room and she kept her room mostly clean.

Halfway to her bed she felt a breeze. Rogue turned to the window. It was open... she never left the windows open.

Catiously and alertly walking to the window, Rogue glanced out. Nothing but the allyway... that meant that either whatever it was had left (unlikely) or was in her room.

Slowly standing up, Rogue closed the window and locked it. She turned and squinted into the darkness. She could see no one... she hadn't heard the door open... she would have heard the door open. It wasn't open. She walked further into her room... still... no one.

"Ah know ya're in here." She growled into the darkness. "Jus' come out an' explain ya'self before Ah hurt ya."

"You couldn't hurt me." Rogue whirled around, hearing the male voice behind her. Her fist came up but whoever he was (she couldn't see) was ready for this. His hand wrapped around her wrist. Rogue brought her knee up, landing him in the gut. He doubled ever so slightly but his grip on her wrist remained. Rogue could feel the clothed hand actually tighten around it. She brought her other fist at him but he used his grip on her right wrist to whirl her around so she was facing away from him.

"Let go o'me!" Rogue growled, bringing her elbow back and jamming it into his abdomin. He grabbed her arm and pushed her foreward until she was pressed face first into the wall.

"Don't fight me and I will."

The voice sounded familiar... she knew this person... why couldn't she put her finger on it?

"Ya're the one who attacked me." She managed to get out with difficulty. "So unless ya explain ya'reself, ya're gonna be in pain."

A chuckle was her response. "I don't think you're in the position to be infliciting any pain."

"Ya wanna bet?" She growled. She pressed her knee into the wall, then used her one free hand, and with the two limbs, pressed off the wall with all her force. The man staggered back and Rogue broke free. She whirled around, leg out and aimed for his face. He ducked and jerked in to attack her but she sidestepped. His hand shot out toward her neck but she grabbed his wrist and twisted it away from his body. Her foot came up kicking him in the gut.

With a growl, the man's leg swept under hers. She lost her grip on him and fell to the ground. He began to drop over her to pin her but she rolled aside and jumped to her feet. She kicked out and hit him in the side. He fell onto his back. Rogue swung her leg around and was ready to bring her heel down full force on his sternum but he caught her heel and twisted it. He pushed her forward and she stumbled into the wall as he got to his feet.

Rogue turned just in time to see him before her. He grasped both her wrists and pinned them against the wall beside her. She tried to lift her knee to kick him in the balls but he brought his knee up and ramned it into her resisting one. She bit her lip as she felt the majority of the pain, and for the moment, submitted.

"What tha hell do ya want?!" She demanded, staring up where she could just barely tell his eyes were.

"I didn't completely come here to get what I want." The man replied. "But now that I'm here... I think I do want it."

"W-what?" Rogue asked, completely confused. "That ain't no answer." She growled.

"Then what was it?" He chuckled.

"Ah see it all the tihme. Ya say somethin' else seemingly on topic but still isn't ta avoid answerin' the question." She replied, through heavy intakes of breath.

Looking down, Rogue watched as his eyes fell upon her heaving bosom. She laughed. "Ya're a fool if ya're thinkin' sex."

She watched as his lips curled into a rather evil grin. Her smile of amusement faded. Could he really be serious? She knew she knew him... but couldn't tell from where. Whoever it was, they had to know about her skin... why else would he wear gloves?

"For someone who so often hides all her emotions, you sure do show your thoughts on your face pretty clearly." He laughed... and Rogue suddenly recognized the voice. It wasn't right though... it was too... young.

Shaking her head, she muttered, "No. It still doesn' make sense. Ya can' touch meh! Turn on tha light!"

"How do you know I can?" The man asked amused. "I've got my hands full."

"Don' be smart! Ah know ya're voice."

"Took you long enough." A moment later, the light flicked on and Rogue took in a sharp breath of air. Perfect silver hair framing perfect, somewhat pale skin. Striking blue eyes looked down upon her. He was young... couldn't be more then a couple years older then her.

"Impossible." She breathed. "...How?"

"You shouldn't concern yourself with that right now." He replied with a laugh. "I'm trying to determin weather you're going to enjoy this or not. Probably both."

Rogue's stomache did a violent lurch. "Ya can't... Ah can't be touched... Ah could kill ya." She remineded him. "Are ya stupid?!!"

Erick laughed and bent over her, slowly closing the space between them. "To be young again." He muttered almost lustfully.

Rogue's heartbeat began to race and her skin was tingling like mad. His hot breath on her skin didn't help matters either. "Stop, get away." Her voice was weak and didn't sound even near as firm as she'd wanted it to.

Erick laughed and just proceeded. His lips made contact with hers and he let them linger there for a moment, proving to Rogue that she wasn't harming him. She didn't feel the pull, and her eyes widened. The tingling sensations had increased however with his touch and the fact that his lips were just lingering there was making her skin go crazy. She didn't even realize she'd squirmed ever so slightly till he laughed and moved away. Her breath was ragged as her body reacted in all the ways she wished it not to.

"Perhaps you will enjoy this more then I thought you would. How could I have suspected differently though?" He laughed. "Having never really been touched."

"Wha?" Rogue breathed.

"Why? Because you're ovilating and I need our child soon."

Rogue's eyes widened and her body's unwanted submission was pushed aside as she began to struggle beneathe him. "No. No! Get offa me!" Suddenly... the fear of rape became real in her mind. Never had it before like it was now and it was a horrible weight as she realized just how it was as horrible as it was... how humiliating.

Fear gripping her, She wrenched her knee up again. Erick kneed it aside and put his knee between her thighs and against the wall. Rogue jerked, exteremly uncomfortable with the new position. He had to press himself against her to keep his balance now that only one leg was firmly on the ground.

Rogue's breath was even heavier now as she continued to struggle. Erick watched in amusment. She really was a gorgeous young girl. He had thought he'd just come in, do as he needed, then leave. He'd be done by now if that were the case, but he was having fun watching her fight, and he would have fun torturing her with the luxury and curse of touch. She never understood it before and mourned about not having. Well, now she'd learn about it's curse as well.

"Let go o'me ya sick-" Erick pressed his lips against her's, silencing her, but he didn't proceed to kiss her and Rogue felt her body grow hot and earnest again. Because of where Erick's knee was located, she was all too aware of her vaginal area, and with shame, realized she was wet.

She closed her eyes then gasped ever so slightly as he began to lightly trace his lips across hers sending her body almost rocking with trembles and tingles. It was torture, that she was so close to her first kiss, yet that it was happening like this... and at the same time, wasn't even happening.

Her body couldn't take it any longer. Her sensitive nerves were going wild with the pleasure and suddenly Rogue found herself pressing her lips to his and kissing him feircly. He finally began to kiss her back then and as she felt his tongue prod at her lips, she parted them to allow him entrence. With a whole nother row of shudders, his tongue ran across the inner side of her lips, then danced for a moment with her tongue before exploring the parts of her mouth, particularily the soft pad at the top. She squirmed beneathe him and the movement only made him more excited. The whole fact that she initiated the kiss amused him. He'd practically made her, knowing it was driving HER closer to the brink then him. She'd lasted longer then he'd thought though.

Deciding that Rogue was too lost in the euphoria of touch, Erick's hands slowly released hers and glided up her arms. She shuddered so violently now that he could unmistakably feel the movements.

Moving his hands aside, he removed his gloves then began tracing his hands slowly down her sides, Rogue's hands had found his neck and held him closely to her. However, as his hands gripped her hips, his mouth moved away. A slight whimper of protest escaped Rogue's abandoned lips, but her body rocketed with pleasure as his kisses began to trail down her neck, soft at first, then harder, until he was practically even biting her neck. A small, half suppressed moan escaped Rogue as he began to suck at the curve of her neck and his hands began to play across the flesh on her stomache, circling her navel and tracing upward toward her ribs.

Once Erick was sure he'd left a definite hickey, he lowered his kisses and lifted his hand even farther under her shirt till he found the tender undersides of her breasts. He felt the violet shudder of her body against his and he moved his fingers around, tracing a circle around her mounds, then slowly closing in. He couldn't help but smirk as her breathing gew even more heavy and quicker. Then finally, his fingers found her soft nipples. It took but a moment before they went hard.

Rogue couldn't help it, she let out a moan, but the noise awoke her, alerted her to what was going on. It was as if, for a moment, she had completely left herself. Well, now she was back, and her mind was screaming for her to push away, to escape, to do anything but let this man have his way with her.

"No!" She finally hollared, her hands came out, hitting him hard on the chest and litterally knocking him on his back. Rogue bolted for the door. She made it as far as the door before she felt something catch around her wrist. It wasn't warm like a hand, but instead cold like metal.

She couldn't fight metal.

Eric stood up and motioned for her to come to him. She tried to refuse, but the bands he had formed around her wrists pulled her to him. Once she was before him, he moved an arm around her waist. Rogue lifted her leg to kick out but the band around her wrist tightened so much she was afraid he might take her hands off. She gasped and clenched her eyes shut. She then felt him move, his hand was on her back, and then she felt him push her. She stumbled but her knees hit the edge of her bed and she fell over onto it.

Once face down on her bed, she felt hands grab her hips. He whirled her around, laying her on her back. Her knee came up instantly and he had to jerk back and away from her to miss the blow. Lifting his hands, metal followed the motion and encircled her ankles. Rogue let out a sound of dismay as her ankles were forced down against the blankets. He moved his hand again and she felt her wrists being pulled up, stretching herself out over the bed. She closed her eyes in disbelief at how helpless she suddenly was.

Once Erick had her positioned the way he wished, he moved onto the bed, knees on either side of her. Her eyes snapped open and glared at him but he paid no attention. Her arms straight above her head, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted. Rogue tried to squirm, tried to do whatever to prevent him from removing the article of clothing, but there was really nothing she could do. He lifted her back despite her attempts to pin it to the bed and used his control of her wrists to lift it up over her head and arms. His eyes almost immediatly strayed down as he threw away her shirt. He stared down for a moment at her decent sized breasts. They weren't small, nor huge. He smirked as he looked to her face. She was looking away, completely embarressed by her exposure.

Erick leaned over her exposed abdomin and put his lips around her navel. Rogue instantly sucked in her belly and glared down at him. Erick pulled away, an amused look on his face. His hands pressed onto her hips and gripped the pants of her pajamas. Rogue put all her weight on her lower body and shook her head.

"You can't stop me." He said with a chuckle.

"Ah can try!" Rogue hissed. Erick merely chuckled once more and yanked downwards. He did have a bit of a difficult time pulling it out from under her butt, but he managed and dispensed of that as well.

Rogue clenched her fists and wished there was something, ANYTHING she could do. And now all she had left for protection was her underwear and that really wasn't much of one. His hands touched down on her hips again and she knew that he was going to get rid of that now too. Futily, she pressed her body against the bed again. If it hadn't worked last time, it wasn't going to this time, but she wasn't going to make this easy for him.

It didn't take him as long to dispense of the last peice of clothing and now he sat back, admiring her exquisit figure. Her face was turned away again.

Rogue bit down on her lip. She could feel his gaze on her and it was a rather uncomfortable feeling. Her body tingled from what she hoped was the cold. She then looked up as she felt something shift by her wrist. There was metal attatching itself to the band around her wrists. It was braiding into a chain and wrapping around the bed posts... on both wrists. Then, the pressure lessened, he didn't have a grip on the metal, he was just relying on it's grip on her to keep her in place. She tugged at her wrists, there was little room for movement. She pulled her arms foreward as much as she could, hoping she might be able to cover herself, but of course... she couldn't.

Looking at Erick again, she saw that he was still just staring... hungrily. To her horror, she felt herself somewhat excited by the fact that he could touch her, and because of her helplessness, could do as he wished. Because Rogue would do everything her power to stop him, and there was nothing in her power now that she could do to stop him... he would touch her, touch her in all the ways her body had longed for for so long... and it wouldn't be her fault.

She clenched her eyes shut, ashamed by her thoughts. She felt him move and when she opened her eyes again, saw him bear-chested. He was... attractive. He was chistled and perfect. This wasn't fair...

He leaned over her and kissed her deeply. She tried to move her head away but he grasped her chin and refused her movement. He dug into her mouth with his tongue and let his free hand slide down her neck, over her chest, and rest at her breast. She jerked invulintarily and this encouraged him to lower his fingers, to touch them to her hard nipple and play, pinch, and tease it. Rogue was actually happy for the pressure on her lips. It prevented her from letting escape any noises of pleasure.

His lips moved away and slid down her neck, past her collar bone, and found her other breast. Rogue breathed in sharply as his tongue found her nipple. He took it into his mouth and began to caress it with his warm, moist tongue while his hand continued to play with the other.

As he pulled away, he pulled it with him and she winced in slight pain. Then felt release. He smirked at her and she felt a twinge. After he'd finish each thing, it'd only meant things got worse, but all he did was switch. His mouth closed over the other nipple and he played with it with his tongue while his hand played with the other one, moist from his saliva.

Rogue had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to avoid letting any sounds out. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying this. Erick, however, was getting irritated with her silence. He suddenly bit down, hard. Rogue gasped loudly, then made a sound of protest as he pinched hard on her other nipple with his fingers. Her body began to squirm under him, trying to get him to stop.

Erick laughed and took more of her breast into his mouth. He bit down and she jerked. As he pulled away, he kept his grip for a bit, before letting go and moving his face close to hers. "More responsive to pain then pleasure?"

Rogue bit down on her lip. She wasn't going to answer that. His mouth came down on her neck and bit down painfully. Rogue grunted but kept her teeth firmly clenched. Erick was annoyed. He sat up and moved down. Rogue's eyes followed him to her thighs. She shook her head and tried to break free of her bonds again.

Erick looked up at her, the almost angry expression in his light peircing blue eyes. He traced his fingertips up her inner thigh and felt her shudder under him. He then reached the auburn hair that hid her sensitive spot. For a moment, he traced his fingers over the hair and watched her hips move. Out of protest or pleasure, he wasn't sure, but he could see that she was biting on her cheek to keep from making noises and it only irritated him more.

Abruptly, he rammed three fingers into her and she screamed out in pain. That was too much, too fast, and too hard. Her hips froze, lifted slightly off the bed, and she bit down hard on her lip as she tried to ignore the pain.

Erick laughed and leaned forward, kissing her under her navel. "That's a good girl. Let me hear you."

Rogue let out a strained snort of resentment. Him twisting his fingers around made her gasp out again. It hurt, quite a bit. She wasn't stretched out hardly at all... she'd never had much in her... but at the same time, there was a pleasurable feeling about it, about having that empty space filled with something warm and new. So completely filled.

Erick laughed. "You're pretty wet, Rogue. You must really be enjoying yourself."

"Go ta hell!" Rogue hissed.

His fingers bent suddenly and she felt the press painfully against her walls. She clenched her eyes shut and jerked her body in a way that would hopefully lessen the pain. His fingers still in that position, he scrapped them out of her slowly and she squirmed in pain.

"That was very rude m'dear." He leaned back and reached for his waist. He unbuckled his belt and began to pull it from it's loops. Rogue felt a mixture of fear and excitment shoot through her. "I think I may have to punish you? Do you need to be punished?"

Rogue's eyes widened in understanding. She shook her head.

"What was that?" Erick asked, now having freed the belt from his waist.

"No." She answered.

"No what? And speak up."

"No, Ah don't need ta be punished." She said, slightly louder and angrier, her eyes closed.

"Look at me! Say it again, and tell me who I am."

"No, Ah don't need ta be punished, ERICK!" She hissed. She screamed out as she felt a powerful lash against her abdomin.

"Ah did as ya asked!" She growled out, smarting from the hit.

"No you didn't. You can't tell me you know nothing of S&M. Who am I, Rogue?"

"Ya're Erick Lenshur! A sadistic ba-" She clenched her eyes shut just as the second hit came down. She suppressed the scream of pain bubbling to come out, but her face contorted. She relaxed and opened her eyes when she felt it again. She wasn't ready to suppress the scream, she screamed.

"Who am I, Rogue?" Erick tried again.

Rogue bit down on her lip. She wasn't going to say it!

Erick's eyes narrowed. "So be it." He said, and began to turn the belt around, so the metal side was at the end.

Rogue's eyes widened shook her head. "Master." She said quietly.

Erick smirked. "What was that?"

"Please don' punish meh anymore... ... ... Master." She closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she'd done that. That she'd said that. Yet at the same time, just like when he'd stared at her exposed, naked body, she felt excited and thrilled about his dominence. That didn't help... She felt horrible. She wasn't supposed to enjoy his touch, or his dominence, and yet... somehow, her body continued to betray her. She did enjoy it.

Erick's smirk broadened. He reached out and pet her hair but she turned away from him. He grasped her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. He watched as she swallowed and neck moved with the action. He leaned down and kissed it, trailed his lips up it, then looked at her lips. "How lovely." He commented with a chuckle. He let go of Rogue's hair and moved off the bed. Looking at her pretty lips made him long to feel them, feel them on him.

He set the belt down beside her, a reminder of what he could do. He then unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. Rogue's heartbeat quickened as she couldn't help but look. He wasn't huge, but too big for her. It was going to hurt... she knew.

Erick moved back onto the bed, but instead of moving his hips lower, toward her, he moved them upwards. What was he doing? No...

Before she got much of a chance to think about it, he'd forced her mouth open wider with his figners and quickly pushed into her. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. He'd been hard for a while and this just felt so good. The dampness, the warmth, her lips.

Rogue's immediat reaction, however, was not one of thought, and not one of intelligence. She just did it, without thinking, the only thing she could do. She clamped her teeth down on the intrusion.

Erick cursed loudly and pulled out. His hand came down on her cheek with an explosion. He then used his hand to cradle his pained member. He glared at Rogue who'd realized her lapse. She was going to pay now, but she found satisfaction in the thought that she'd hurt him.

Erick moved back and picked up the belt. He grabbed it so the metal end was the attacking end and he pulled back. Rogue braced herself. He brought it down with all his strength and despite Rogue's attempt to be ready, she screamed out in intense pain. It came down hard and the tongue of the belt scrapped across her skin creating a large cut down her abdomin.

Even after the hit, Rogue was breathing hard. It stung. However, a moment later, his hands clamped down on her throat, chocking her. She squirmed, trying to break free, but couldn't. Her mouth gaped in a pretense of respiration, but there was just nothing she could do. She was helpless.

"Are you going to try that again?!" He growled. Rogue tried to shake her head, but she couldn't. Erick, however, felt the movement. "Will you EVER, intentionally try to hurt me again?!"

He allowed her some air. "No." She squeaked. His eyes narrowed, he was waiting. "No master." She amended painfully.

"Good." Erick said, and she could see he was calming down. He pulled back, releasing her neck. She gasped out for air and felt relieved as her lungs filled with oxygen.

Erick moved up again. "Open you're mouth." He ordered her.

Rogue, for a moment, held it shut. His eyes narrowed dangerously though and she reluctantly parted her lips ever so slightly. He forced her open more with his manhood and pushed into her. He grasped her head and moved it up off the bed so he could get deeper into her. He moved as deeply into her as he could. He was so deep that Rogue began to gag. She couldn't help it. Her throat was tyring to either push it out or swallow it. It didn't work however, and Erick just kept himself deep in her.

Her throat was clenching and easing around his cock and it felt wonderful. He slowly moved out, then thrust back in. She gagged audiably this time, but he paid no heed. He began to pump deep into her. He closed his eyes and let out a moan. It was wonderful. It had been so long since he'd last had a good blow job and Rogue felt so wonderful.

His speed began to increase and so did his grip on Rogue's head. Rogue felt like she was goign to be sick, yet at the same time, his moans were making her go crazy. She felt satisfied with the thought that he was enjoying her. God she hated these thoughts!

Erick let out a loud moan as he felt he could take it no longer. He pumped a final time deep, deep into her. She gagged, and he came, filling her mouth. Rogue shuddered as she felt the liquid pour into her mouth. Her gagging reflex pulled it down, swallowing it. Some made it's way into her mouth however and she tasted it, him. It excited her even more to her horror.

Erick slowly pulled out of her and she gasped in air. It had been terribly difficult for her to get any during that and now she breathed deeply. His breathing wasn't very steady either. However, he quickly regained his composure and moved down so he could kiss her, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth and tasting himself in her. That just drove him nuts and he began to caress her body. However, Rogue couldn't help but gasp slightly in pain when his fingers found the cut. Or rather, attempt to gasp, but she couldn't against him. And then his kisses lowered until finally, he lifted his head to look at her. "It's your turn isn't it?"

Rogue looked at him. "What?" She couldn't help but sound worried.

"You just gave me pleasure." He began gliding down her body, his lips tracing against her chest and abdomin. "It's only right if I return the favor."

"No, no ya don't." Rogue said quickly, shaking her head.

"Oh yes I do." Erick told her, stopping where her pubic hair began. "And I know you want it."

Rogue shook her head but said nothing as his head lowered between her thighs. He used his arms under her thighs to lift them up slightly, moving her closer to his face. Rogue felt herself tingle with anticipation and looked away. This wasn't right. Not at all!

She gasped as she felt something moist on her clit. Her body involuntarily jerked. A moment later, she felt his warm lips on her hot, moist opening. He slid his tongue slowly in and Rogue's hips jerked. God it felt so good! This wasn't right though!

Rogue's eyes shut and she moaned as his tongue began to draw slow circles around her opening, twisted around her clit, then slid slowly into her, then slowly out. She squirmed under his touch, forcing his tongue to cover more area. She didn't really mean to, it just did.

And then, his tongue picked up speed as it launched in and out of her. Rogue tensed and he dug his face deeper into her. She muffled a moan with a bite to her lip and her hips jerked as she felt the pressure begin to be too much. She was going to come. She tried to hold it back as long as she could, denying him the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her come right away, but she was so sensitive to touch! No one really had before and suddenly WHAM! this. It wasn't long at all before her body tensed, a loud moan escaped her lips, and she came in Erick's mouth. He caught as much of her juices as he could, eating her up as quickly as possible. And when at last he was finished, he sat up and looked at her panting form.

"I told you you'd enjoy it."

"Ah hate you." She growled lowly.

"What was that?" Erick demanded, reaching for his belt.

"Nothin'." Rogue growled quickly. "Ah didn' say anythin'."

"That's better." He said, moving forward and leaning in to kiss her. He pressed his lips to hers and made her taste herself, and she definatly could. It was so weird, tasting herself on him, but even this she enjoyed. She wondered when this torment would end. Hadn't he done enough yet? Nope. His hands had found her hair and he was pulling on it painfully. She cried out into his mouth but he pressed his lips harder to hers and continued to pull, hard. One of his hands broke free and moved down to her arm. He dug his fingers into her and yanked down. To his glee, she squirmed under him and he felt her try and whimper into his mouth, but she couldn't. He wasn't letting her.

Finally, he lowered his kisses to her neck and heard her whimper of pain as he departed from her lips. Once his mouth was on her neck again though, he bit down into her hard. She gasped out again and he bit harder, harder until he drew blood and felt it's metallic taste in his mouth. He smirked and pulled back. He licked the wound clean, then kissed her, making her taste her blood. After a moment he looked at her. Her lips were redder from her blood, but... He leaned down, kissing her again, but this time, he bit into her lip. She tried to jerk away, but he kept his grip until he tasted fresh blood. He pulled away and saw her bloodied lip. He could tell it would swell too. He smirked.

Rogue wanted to beg him to just stop, leave, let her go, but she knew that would get her nowhere and she didn't want to do any begging for this man. She turned her head away as he released her face. He laughed. "You've been a good sport. Shall we get it over with then?" He chuckled.

"How?" Rogue suddenly questioned quietly.

"How what?" Erick asked, amused. He knew what she was asking, but he wanted her to say it.

"How can ya touch meh without gettin' hurt?"

Erick chuckled. "I'm the master of magnetism. This does more then allow me to," He waved his hands and forced her legs up slightly so her feet were down on the bed and her knees were bent upwards. "Move metal. We're touching, yes, but not without something between us. There is a thin magnetic feild between us, it's just so thin it mine as well not be there. It does, however, protect me from your powers."

Rogue swallowed hard. She knew what was coming, but she wanted to prolong it as long as possible. "You said... you said you needed a child from me. Why? Why me? And how are ya so young?"

"I'm young because I need to be. I have a child to attend to. As for why it has to be you, I'm not sure, I just know it does. He'll probably have immense powers. And why do I want to have a child, let's just say, the destiny I look forward requires it."

"What destiny do ya look forward ta?"

Erick laughed and leaned down, kissing her softly. "No more talking dear. I'm ready to take you fully now."

Rogue shook her head. "No, please!" She begged, but he merely moved downward. He adjusted her legs how he needed them, then put his head to the opening. He looked over at her, to see her expression. She was looking down with fear and, yes, he saw it. She was lusting too. Fear was more prominent though. However, he smirked with satisfaction and took hold of her hips, then suddenly plunged into her, immediatly tearing her hymen and Rogue screamed out in pain. He was too big, too big for her. It hurt. She felt like she was stretching, about to wrip. She squirmed, but that didn't help. In fact, it made it worse and she stopped, and wimpered.

Erick smiled as he felt her blood on him, in her. He felt immesnly satisfied that he'd been the one to break that. Why? He wasn't sure, but he enjoyed it. He aslo enjoyed the tightness of her. So much friction! He knew she had to be hurting, but for him it was paradise. "Mmm, Rogue, you're so tight!"

Rogue jerked, hearing those words. His voice had sounded almost anamilistic. She felt his grip on her hips grow tighter and felt his nails claw into her flesh. She bit her lip. It hurt now to do that, but she didn't stop.

Slowly, Erick began to pull out of her, then suddenly, jerked back in. Rogue jerked once more and clenched her firsts around what materials on her bed she could reach. She couldn't handle this. She was too tight... this was too much. He began to pump feircly and Rogue threw her headback. Her lip was bleeding where she'd bitten into it, trying to suppress the moans and screams of pain and pleasure. For it did hurt, so much. She wasn't sure if she was enjoying it more or if it was hurting more, but she didn't know how much longer she could take it. Her back arched and her hips jolted up to meet his thrusts. She felt the pressure rising and she tensed her vaginia. This hurt more, but she'd done it without thought and she let out a gasp of pain as she did so. Almost at the same time, Erick let out a moan of pleasure as the friction increased. She could tell by his breathing that he was going to come soon too.

Letting out a stiffled moaned she lifted her body evenmore, pressing closer to his. Erick's grip on her hips had long since drawn blood and she was bleeding. His head was thrown back as he continued to thrust. And then suddenly, Rogue felt as if she was about to burst. She let out an anticpating moan, Erick grunted, then suddenly pushed deep, deep into her, ramming against her wall. The scream bubbled out of her before even she came, starting as a 'no!' as she realized she was about to be pregnant, though hardly a moment after the scream started she did come. It had been from pain and despair, and was shortly joined with intense pleasure.

Erick came at about this time. He shuddered violently as he released his load into Rogue. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh as he continued to press against her wall. Then finally, the shuddering was over, he'd reached his climax and he now collapsed onto her. Her body had collapsed down onto the bed as well and now they breathed heavily together.

They laid like that together for a long time. Rogue had no clue how long, and as they did she went into a daze. She was just completely shocked.

Finally, Erick lifted off of her, and slowly departed from her. She gasped lightly as he did and suddenly she felt cold and empty... but intensly relieved.

He got up and began to dress. Once he'd managed this, he turned to Rogue and leaned over, kissing her gently. "I'll be seeing you again soon." And with that, the metal bonds released her. For a moment, she just laid there, in the same position, then suddenly recoild and covered herself. She glared at Erick.

"An' Ah'll be ready for ya. Ah'll kill you!" She spat.

Erick laughed. "That'd be a pity wouldn't it? Kill the only person that can possibly touch you. You cannot deny that that was pleasurable."

"It's different!" She hissed.

Erick laughed. "Of course it is." He bent down to kiss her belly but her hand hit him hard in the head. "DON' TOUCH MEH!!"

Erick drew back, an amused look on his face. "Good bye Rogue, for now." He said, before walking away.