Pleasured Sins of My Past
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,644
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Pleasured Sins of My Past
Pleasured Sins of My Past
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by other affiliates not me, nor do I get paid for the fiction you are about to read. They’re only written for your and my pure enjoyment.
Victor Creed, the monster Sabretooth feels the pain of being what he truly is.
Prologue
I am what I am…or am I?
‘Snap!’
No matter how many times I hear that sound I never tire of it. Feeling a pulse quicken under my fingers as I squeeze the soft flesh of neck, man or woman it never really mattered to me. The fear growing in their eyes as the reflection of my fangs glint back at me, smiling to myself of the fear I bring. The sound of our hearts beating to different rhythms, my victims’ faster knowing death creeps upon them, mine beating slow and normal as I proceed the enjoyment of the torture. My blood rushing to the tip of my dick to the sac of my balls, the hardness of it growing from the sheer dominance I possess, seeing the tears, the begging to live ringing in my ears, man it feels good to be me.
‘Snap!’
Music to my ears. Always has been since my first kill so many decades ago. My father, the feel of his body gone lifeless by my small clawed hands. I was just a boy quickly turned into something else. The start of my long going kills of pain and torment. The sight and smell of blood gets me so hard it’s sometimes unbearable, the healing factor sometimes a curse relieving me too quick of a pleasure I want to enjoy for days. Becoming an earthly god, deciding who can live, who can barely hang on within an inch of their lives before I proceed with more sadistic rituals. Grabbing women pinning my hard frame against their small delicate ones slamming inside their cunts with relentless hatred, their asses receiving the same. Men sometimes too if my mood insists. Man it’s so fucking good to be me.
‘Snap!’
The sound of my favorite tune. Do it to anyone anytime I pleased, especially my old teammate, the runt I call him, my little nickname I branded him because of his small stature. Oh how I loved to see his eyes grow with utter hatred for me when I took something precious from him. The past women of his many lives gone, sent to early graves by my hands. Why? Simple. I like it. Tormenting is my calling upon him, the Wolverine, the ultimate weapon. They really meant nothing to me, I only did it to bring sheer agony in his life. I didn’t care if it hurt him, made him mad, angry, pissed off, I only cared that it made me utterly joyed that I could bring so much pain to a person. Bringing pain always filled my heart, that is if I even have one. Pain only pain. So if pain is all I enjoy, why am I sitting here crying, feeling, being something I vowed I’d never be since I was a lad….
Human.
MTC....
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by other affiliates not me, nor do I get paid for the fiction you are about to read. They’re only written for your and my pure enjoyment.
Victor Creed, the monster Sabretooth feels the pain of being what he truly is.
Prologue
I am what I am…or am I?
‘Snap!’
No matter how many times I hear that sound I never tire of it. Feeling a pulse quicken under my fingers as I squeeze the soft flesh of neck, man or woman it never really mattered to me. The fear growing in their eyes as the reflection of my fangs glint back at me, smiling to myself of the fear I bring. The sound of our hearts beating to different rhythms, my victims’ faster knowing death creeps upon them, mine beating slow and normal as I proceed the enjoyment of the torture. My blood rushing to the tip of my dick to the sac of my balls, the hardness of it growing from the sheer dominance I possess, seeing the tears, the begging to live ringing in my ears, man it feels good to be me.
‘Snap!’
Music to my ears. Always has been since my first kill so many decades ago. My father, the feel of his body gone lifeless by my small clawed hands. I was just a boy quickly turned into something else. The start of my long going kills of pain and torment. The sight and smell of blood gets me so hard it’s sometimes unbearable, the healing factor sometimes a curse relieving me too quick of a pleasure I want to enjoy for days. Becoming an earthly god, deciding who can live, who can barely hang on within an inch of their lives before I proceed with more sadistic rituals. Grabbing women pinning my hard frame against their small delicate ones slamming inside their cunts with relentless hatred, their asses receiving the same. Men sometimes too if my mood insists. Man it’s so fucking good to be me.
‘Snap!’
The sound of my favorite tune. Do it to anyone anytime I pleased, especially my old teammate, the runt I call him, my little nickname I branded him because of his small stature. Oh how I loved to see his eyes grow with utter hatred for me when I took something precious from him. The past women of his many lives gone, sent to early graves by my hands. Why? Simple. I like it. Tormenting is my calling upon him, the Wolverine, the ultimate weapon. They really meant nothing to me, I only did it to bring sheer agony in his life. I didn’t care if it hurt him, made him mad, angry, pissed off, I only cared that it made me utterly joyed that I could bring so much pain to a person. Bringing pain always filled my heart, that is if I even have one. Pain only pain. So if pain is all I enjoy, why am I sitting here crying, feeling, being something I vowed I’d never be since I was a lad….
Human.
MTC....