Standard disclaimer: First off, this is
an ADULT story that contains ADULT themes. If you are not an adult (in
other words, of the age to view pornographic materials in your state,
country, planet etc) please don't read this. If things like rough
sex, anal sex, gay sex, bondage, domination, humiliation or language
describing those acts offend you, please don't read this. Secondly, the characters herein
are the property of Marvel comics. I am using them without the
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with this. In fact, I'm losing money.
Lorna didn't like it. Not at
first.. Malice smiled at the thought. The poor little bunny
had only ever been with that total dud, Alex Summers. What a
waste of a perfectly good body, she thought, flexing her - Lorna's -
fingertips. Next to her, wrapped in dingy grey sheets that had
once been a pristine white, Victor slept soundly.
"What do you want, Malice?"
Sabretooth grunted over his shoulder, looking up as his teammate
entered his room.
"I thought you could help me with a little something," she smiled
sweetly. She delighted in the expression, reflected back at her
from a broken mirror in the corner of his room. They may not be
her lips, but it was certainly her smile. But the fear in the
eyes, that was all Lorna. Maybe she suspected what Malice was up
to, maybe she didn't. Either way suited Malice. If she knew
then the anticipation must be burning her up inside like acid. If
she didn't, well, the surprise alone would be well worth the endeavor.
"I'm busy," Victor snarled.
"Too busy for this?" Malice deftly peeled herself out of the clinging
material of her shirt, baring Lorna's perfect breasts before Victor's
suddenly interested eyes. He made a low growl in the back of his
throat, like an animal. The sound brought a flood of moisture
between her legs.
"Close the door," he growled.
She pushed the door shut, thrilling to the unmistakable sound of a belt
buckle coming undone behind her. By the time she turned he was
leering at her, his engorged cock wrapped in one of his mammoth
fists. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks. Inside she
felt Lorna's first resistance, denial, and fear so palpable she could
almost taste it. It only increased as Sabretooth stalked towards
them, his intent plain on his hirsute face. Delicious.
"Bet little Lorna ain't never had it like this." He was close now
they could feel his warm breath on their face when he spoke.
"So shut up about it already, Victor and give the frail something to
remember you by."
He didn't need anymore urging. The weight of his shoulder brought
them down to the hard surface of the bed, his claws already tearing at
her pants. He ripped them from her body and Malice felt Lorna's
humiliation and revulsion sharply as he stared at the naked folds of
her sex. He cupped her pussy in a rough hand, exploring the
smoothly shaven folds with grasping fingers. He pinched her clit
roughly, grinning at the cry that Malice couldn't hold back. She
could feel his hard cock against her thigh, huge and heavily
veined. Malice didn't know what was more exciting, the
anticipation of the coming act or Lorna's absolute terror of it.
"I can smell her fear," he whispered with a feral smile before shoving
a finger deep into her wet snatch.
"Ohhh...she's gonna be a tight one," Creed moaned as he withdrew that
finger with an appreciative sniff. Malice began to squirm as
Lorna fought to gain some control of the situation. She smiled to
herself. That's right, Lorna, the harder you fight him the more
this is going to hurt.
Sabretooth wrapped a fist around his dick again, shoving it in her face.
"Bet none of your little X-buddies have a cock like this..."
Lorna succeeded in turning their face away but her victory was short
lived. He brought his palm down against her cheek with a crack,
whipping her face back around. Her lips parted on a cry of pain
and he took full advantage of the situation, shoving his dick between
her full lips, ramming it down until it filled her throat and brought
tears to her eyes.
"Suck that dick like you mean it and I might go a little easier on you,
frail." He thrust his hips against her face, fucking her mouth
roughly. Malice sucked at him eagerly, savoring the salty taste
of his sweat and the metallic taste of Lorna's fear. Creed laced
his fingers through her green hair, pulling it tight as he continued to
gag her with his dick. Lorna pushed through once more, tossing
their head from side to side as if she could avoid his constant
thrusting. He pulled her up sharply by the hair, allowing his
cock to slip from her mouth as he scowled at her dangerously. His
free hand dealt a stinging blow across her sensitive nipples, followed
immediately by painfully pinching fingers. He tormented her for
several minutes, reveling in the wash of emotions that Malice allowed
to play over her face but he soon grew bored with it and pushed her
away until she sprawled helplessly on the mattress before him.
He was upon her quickly and without a sound. His cock ripped into
her, past the initial resistance of her pussy, ramming all the way into
her depths. Malice cried out at the pain, both physical and
mental. God, he was huge. He thrust into her violently, the
bed rocking with each attack. He grunted, whined and snarled,
clawing at her shoulders and arms as he continued his punishing
assault. He moaned deeply as he felt her pussy stretch over him,
hugging him tightly like a second skin. At one point his dick
popped out of her with a sound like a cork, forced by her
tightness. He growled happily, burying his cock in her box once
more with a thrust that sent them falling from the bed.
"Unh...let her out Malice, let her out...I want to feel her fear..." he
panted brokenly. Malice smiled and eased back into her corner of
Lorna's mind. That increasingly large space she called her
own. The effect was immediate. Lorna flailed under
Sabretooth's bulk, bucking, writhing and beating him about the
shoulders.
"Stop, God...please" she begged, pushing uselessly at his mass.
Her actions only spurred him on, increasing the speed and savagery of
his pounding cock. "No. You like this, little girl....your cunt
so wet I can hear it with every thrust." He demonstrated with a
particularly deep thrust, eliciting the promised thick, wet noise.
"Nooo..." she moaned, struggling in vain to slip from under him.
"I can smell it. You're gonna cum for me, girl. Gonna cum
hard." With another growl he drove his shoulders under her legs,
spreading her wider before him. Her heels bounced uselessly
against his back as he touched her deeper than she ever thought
possible. The fight in her was quickly slipping away as she felt
an unfamiliar quivering tug at her center. Inside, Malice
glowed. Lorna could feel her there, feel him.... what...
His cock slipped in and out, filling her, emptying her.
Relentless as the ocean and just as primal. Her pussy throbbed,
echoing her heartbeat. Above her, Victor strained with the effort
of holding himself back. Her pussy gripped and kneaded his cock
like a hand. Lorna gasped in mounting fear. What was
happening....what... Malice grinned. Suddenly her head snapped
back, her body a taut arch as her world exploded. Lorna came
violently, wracked with spasms. Sabretooth withdrew from that
dripping, shuddering sheath with a shout, directing a thick stream of
hot cum onto her heaving breasts.
Victor slept soundly. Sleep eluded Lorna, overcome with
shame and the undeniable desire to do it again. Malice smiled,
slipping a finger between legs still wet with sex.
