Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (6/?)
Title: Insatiable (6/??)
Authors: Laenwyn & Skyblue Rae
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary:
Authors' Notes 1: Affectionately referred to as the 'Daddy Vic/Lolita Rogue fic' until we finally came up with a name just a few days ago. Our story takes place in a post-MRA world where mutants need to flee north to survive and even then have no rights - especially female mutants. Victor Creed finds ways around the system though and possibly operates above the law - so what happens when he spies a runaway that sparks more than just a bit of his interest?
A/N 2: This may just be the longest PWP in history, but promises to be loads of fun! No beta on this one, so forgive us our errors. Lots of love to Monkie for the lovely icon.
Warning: Underage Rogue here. Picture her at the beginning of X-1, high school age. We in no way encourage th is irl, but definitely in our smutty Vic-fiction.
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She ran from her room, but hesitated at the hall's edge, peaking around the corner. He was sitting in the big leather chair, kicked back just as casual as he pleased, having a drink. His feet were bare and he'd taken off his shirt, leaving him bare chested as well. He was the picture of masculinity and confidence. It was beyond intimidating.
"Quit lurking, girl," he said plainly. "Come out here. Let me see you." His voice took on a sudden playful tone.
Rogue felt her whole body blush. She didn't want to be embarrassed, she wanted to be furious, but the bashfulness was overwhelming her. She didn't want him looking at her.
"If I have to come get you, I will not be pleased," he threatened.
Quietly, she stepped out, walked to the center of the den, and stood. His silence was unnerving, and she yet again found a spot on the wall to study. She heard him exhale loudly.
"Turn around," he said, lowly.
Rogue pivoted and refused to look at him as she did so.
"Perfect," he finally said. "It's perfect." The way he said it, completely sincere but laced with darkness, caused a twinge in her stomach.
She bit her lip, anxious. Why should she feel this way? Cattle on display didn't feel pleasure at being complimented. She wasn't happy about it because that would be crazy. Only a slut would feel pleasure at being complimented this way, and especially by a man like him. She was not a slut and she'd fight him with everything she had before he turned her into one.
"Come here to me," he said.
Turning back around, Rogue walked softly to him but stayed out of arm's length. He did not bother to hide his leer or his sigh of frustration before leaning up to grab her and pull her to stand between his legs. Creed took in the whole of her; the tempting glimpse of her breasts, her legs, her bare arms. He had taken care to make sure she was settled here and now she would take care of him; give him what he wanted. His body had to touch her. Starting at her thighs, Creed slid his hands up her legs and ran his fingers over the front of her panties, then back to touch the ruffles. A grin tried to form but inside he didn't feel it. He was too hungry.
This time he pulled her underwear off so abruptly that it knocked her off balance. Before she realized it, Creed was hauling her onto his lap and she struggled in his grasp. He only held her more tightly.
"Stop it, Rogue," he growled, positioning her to sit sideways on his thigh with her legs dangling between his. His voice took on a more soothing tone. "Look at me," he said as he grabbed her by the forearms. "Look at me little girl."
She looked at him, fear and uncertainty coming off her in waves.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. Lowering her hands to his chest, he added, "This won't hurt and hopefully I'll never have to hurt you."
Rogue looked at the enormous man that held her and tried her best not to cry.
"Didn't I take care of you today? Didn't I?" He shook her on his lap when she didn't answer.
"Yes," came her small voice.
"That's right. I did. Not only did I get you things you'll need, but no one bothered you. No one touched you. You went out into this human world - to a mall - and no one tried to hurt you. No one even looked twice."
She looked at her captor in earnest then. It was true. All day she'd been in public and no one harassed her, no one tried to hurt her. She didn't have to hide. Even though her collar was mostly covered, it was still there. The sales lady had definitely seen it and Creed - well he was obviously mutant. Yet ... she'd been safe. Apparently this man intimidated more than just her and commanded respect out of sheer size and maybe something more.
Did it matter why? She'd actually had a safe trip in public. Could she go anywhere with him and be certain of security? The park, into town, the grocery store?
Rogue relaxed in his hold. "Thank you," she said sincerely, surprising herself with the words.
Creed's brow wrinkled. "Don't thank me. I take care of what's mine, and that includes you now. I will be like your father and protector, girl. I'll look out for you, but what I say goes - absolutely. No questions, no back talk, just you - bein' a good little girl for Daddy."
Her tummy flipped again at the phrase and how he'd said it. How did he always have a way of making things sound so ... sinful?
He slid her closer to him. "But you know I'll be more, don't you?"
She nodded, already aware of what he wanted from her.
"You're here to please me, baby girl, but you'll see - you're gonna be pleased too. You think I don't, but I see you sneaking looks at me. You don't have to be shy," his voice had grown husky and taunting again, causing that pinch inside her. "I want you to look. I like what I see in your eyes."
Rogue went stiff. "But I don't like you!" she insisted.
"Maybe not here," he said, tapping her head, "But what about in there?" he indicated her middle.
"I ... it's," she stammered, wondering how he knew. After a moment, "You make me feel ... odd. Weird and it pinches."
Victor smirked. Rogue didn't know anything other than to be honest and direct. It was refreshing. She had a young woman's form, budding curves, and a natural curiosity about him and sex, but in knowledge and experience she was still so child like. No doubt her mutation had stunted that growth even more. He couldn't have found a more perfect girl to be his.
"It feels weird now ... I know," with a hand on her back he pushed her into him. "But I can make it feel better."
Creed's pride at his own good choice, swelled within him. One smart bastard, he thought. She felt so good on his lap and even in her fear; he still saw how she studied him. His lips touched her arm, then her shoulder. "I will make it feel better," he murmured, his voice now even lower. "I'm going to show you, teach you." Rogue felt him kiss her shoulder again, then her collarbone before sliding a strap off one arm.
"Shhh," he cooed to her when he felt her panic. "Do you want me to make it better?" he asked looking into her eyes.
Rogue knew what her answer *had* to be, but strangely, it was almost the truth.
"Yes," she whispered.
Something like a purr came from him, and then his lips, hot and wet, found her breast. Moving the gown down, he licked at her there, then suckled. The feeling was so strange and raw, that she fought to keep from moaning and fighting. He took her nipple into his mouth, stroking it and sending an electric jolt inside her and straight down between her legs. Did he know he caused those feelings?
Creed moved to her other breast then, so satisfied to finally be able to do as he wished, that suddenly his urgency ceased and in it's place, lazy sexual heat. They had time, and he felt the beginnings of need coming from her. Even if her mind didn't approve, her body wanted this, wanted him. She would struggle with it and it would take her awhile to understand, but in the meantime, he would guide her.
Raising his head up to look at her, Victor knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off forever. A couple of days maybe, a week at the most. Then he'd start teaching Rogue all about what being a 'good little girl' could mean. Caught up in planning what he was going to do to her, and the things he'd make her feel, he just realized the girl probably wasn't on the pill. Tomorrow he'd make a call and get her an appointment. There was no way in hell he'd ever use condoms, but Victor didn't want her getting pregnant. That would be a disaster. So - she'd take the pill and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it ... just like she couldn't keep him from touching her everywhere. His word was law.
Rogue fought not to wriggle in Creed's lap. She could try and deny it but her arousal didn't go unnoticed to him, even if she probably wasn't aware of it yet. Burying his face in her hair, Victor smoothed Rogue's thighs. The skin was so soft there; he wanted to bite and lick but knew that would come later. In time he told himself and gently parted her legs. First he had to touch her, feel her body respond to what he was doing.
Victor inhaled Rogue's scent as his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. She went rigid in his lap again.
"Just relax baby girl, and don't fight it," he whispered against her ear and couldn't help the satisfied grin spreading across his face. He skillfully turned her so she could rest her back against his chest, draping her legs to straddle his thigh. Creed could feel the warmth from between her legs, even through his pants, and it made him purr contentedly. He moved his hands over her again, and when she jumped at his intimate touch, he soothed her with soft noises. Even though he was far from the soothing type, Victor didn't want his fawn too skittish. When he wanted skittish, he'd give her good reason.
"Shhh," he murmured, dipping his hand down to part her lips. "I've touched you before, but this time will be even better. Trust me," he promised.
Rogue turned her head away from him slightly as it fell back against his shoulder. He kept touching her, rubbing in light circles, then dipping further inside her, only to rub again. She felt so vulnerable, but at the same time it was starting to feel good. Then Victor's thumb touched some part of her that made her feel like she wanted to jump out of her skin. Her back arched, almost involuntarily as a gasp escaped her mouth.
"Yeah?" he spoke so slowly and low. "What is it baby girl?" He continued his assault, slipping a finger inside her and using his thumb to rub against her. Her hips rocked towards his hand of their own volition as the oddest sense of tightening started inside her. He had to know how this was making her feel, because he started to increase the pressure of his thumb.
"Ahh," she heard come out of her mouth and it sounded like a plea. It felt incredible, but it shouldn't. She moaned again and he mimicked her noise perfectly, his mouth close enough to her ear that his breath fanned against her. She wanted to glare at him, struggle to make him stop, but she didn't want it to stop. Instinctively, she knew there was something happening and it could be even better.
Her head rolled towards him as she gasped again. He gasped back at her, taunting her, drawing her out.
"What is it, Rogue? Tell me. Tell me what's wrong?" he asked, teasingly. His pressure increased, playing her in earnest now, knowing it wouldn't take her long and her first orgasm would surprise her with its intensity.
Hips rolling back and forth, she couldn't fight it any more because something was so close.
"Oh God," she cried.
"Who?" he asked. "Who has you, baby girl?" he asked, keeping her right on that edge.
"You," she whined, wanting what was just outside her grasp.
"What do you want?" he purred.
"Please," she whispered.
"You want me to fix it?"
"Yes."
Burying his face into her neck so he could drown in the scent, Creed took her over. He pressed against her clit, rubbing her in a way he knew would make her explode.
"Mmmm - oohhh," she cried as her body trembled and quaked in his lap.
He couldn't stop the smug satisfaction he felt when what he'd caused in her became so evident. He felt her, slick and hot on his hand, the scent of her was intoxicating, and she still shook in his arms, her head rolling into him.
Creed held her that way, basking in the triumph. He never intended to reveal his motives for doing what he'd done to her. He wanted her to stay uncertain and puzzled at what was happening, but eventually she'd understand anyway. For now she was still his unknowing, inexperienced baby girl and having her on his lap, panting and wet, wasn't helping him behave one damn bit. He nuzzled Rogue's neck and didn't bother to hide the satisfaction and confidence in his voice.
"Did you like that?" he murmured, already knowing the answer but to hear her say it was part of the game.
Rogue nodded, her head still resting against his chest.
"You're gonna have to speak up baby girl," he continued teasingly.
"Yes," came her answer.
She sounded content and pleased for the first time since he'd bought her and no doubt for the first in a very long time. Good, Creed thought while he unbuttoned his pants, but little Rogue needed to be taught that it also meant taking care of his needs. And fuck, he wanted her so badly it took everything he had not to tug his pants down so she could ride him.
"And do you want me to make you feel like that again?" He grabbed one of Rogue's hands and moved it so she could touch him.
"Yes," she said, sounding a little uncertain.
"Then you're gonna have to look at me Rogue," he said and tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "One thing you should know about me; I don't do things for free."
Her brow crinkled in confusion at what he'd just said. Unable to hide his delight at keeping Rogue in the dark about his intentions, he smiled while cupping her hand in his and then wrapping it around his erection. Even though her eyes widened when she felt his bare flesh in her hand, she didn't pull away. Creed held her hand in place until he was sure she wouldn't attempt to bolt from his lap. She looked worried, scared. Still rosy cheeked from her pleasure, the combination was endearing.
"You need to get used to how I feel," he stated plainly. "This pleases me." His way of letting her know that she shouldn't fight it.
Rogue was amazed at how he felt in her hand. Once the initial shock wore away, intrigue crept in, but she wasn't sure she should look away from his face.
"You can look at me," he said as if reading her mind.
She dropped her eyes slowly. She'd seen a naked man before, in magazines and one time when one of her cousins had found his daddy's dirty movies, but never in real life. Rogue had nothing to compare it too, but he seemed very big. Like the rest of him, what she held in her hand was probably nothing like a 'normal' man. How could it feel so hard, but soft at the same time? When Creed removed his hand, she tentatively relaxed her grip and then brushed her hand against the length of it. It moved as she touched it, startling her, which earned a chuckle from her captor. He was laughing at her, she thought, cutting her eyes at him.
Victor appreciated her novice's reaction, even more so when she proved she still had the sass to give him an angry look for daring to laugh. He took her hand again, not having the patience to wait while she satisfied her curiosity. Gripping it more lightly, he moved her palm up and down his shaft.
"Like that," he instructed, trying not to say it through clenched teeth. Her hands were soft, just like the rest of her, and he was ready to have her holding him boldly, knowing what to do to bring to climax. "Harder, don't be afraid of it."
Once he set her on pace he removed his hand, watching as she bit her lip in concentration. He would've smiled at the gesture, but it she was making it feel too damn good.
"Oh yeah, baby. Like that," he groaned.
Rogue studied his face, feeling like she was out of her body even doing this. She didn't have a clue how to do this, but he seemed okay with it. Admittedly, it felt kind of good when his head fell back and his eyes closed. Was it possible that she could make him feel the way she had earlier? Would he allow it? He moaned again when she squeezed a little tighter in experiment. If it were possible, it felt like he was growing harder and fuller in her hand. From that dirty movie, she'd seen what happened when guys 'finished'. Was that what was going to happen? Could she make that happen?
Creed gripped the arm of his chair to keep from latching onto her and even throwing her down to bury himself inside her. God it felt good! It wasn't supposed to feel this good. Somehow her inexperience fused with her natural inclination to want to please and it was more than he could take. He caught sight of her breasts, exposed to him and bouncing, and squeezed his eyes shut as he spilled out over her hand and onto his abdomen.
Rogue stared down at what just happened.
She'd ... she'd done that. She made him feel that. Now she had no idea what to do or how to act or what to say, so she just sat there, waiting for him to do something. But he just looked at her and grinned, showing his fangs. Without a word, he stood, putting her on her feet and pulling up his pants, but leaving them open.
He guided her by taking her elbow in his hand and pulling her into the kitchen. After he turned on the water, he put her hands in the sink to clean. Was he upset with her? Did she do it wrong? He took a towel to clean himself up.
"You don't need to worry, baby girl. You did just fine," he said from beside her.
She must have been obviously worried for him to know. Rogue glanced over at him as he wiped himself clean. Even for a man of his size, his stomach was flat, every bit of it hard muscle. While doing simple things like wiping himself off, he still looked like he was made completely of tense muscle, ready to pounce. That's what he reminded her of! One of those big cats that were always planning, always hunting, conniving, and ready to pounce at anything that stirred its curiosity. She still hated him but looking at him now, how could she not help but admire his body? It didn't mean she liked him, right? Surely it didn't mean anything like that; she was only making a casual observation. An amazingly fit body didn't necessarily mean it belonged to an equally amazing and nice person. Rogue quickly lowered her eyes when she noticed him looking at her with that smug grin. When he spoke, he sounded more relaxed than he did earlier.
"It's okay to be curious," he said, seizing her hands and placing them on his bare chest. "Go ahead, Rogue," he continued, his voice just above a whisper, "I won't bite."
Rogue looked at her hands as they were pressed against his bare skin. It wasn't so long ago that she wouldn't dare touch anyone skin to skin and all thoughts of ever 'being' with someone were completely obliterated. There were girls at her school that would think someone that looked like Victor Creed would be a real "hottie". Others would have found him to be the scariest thing they'd ever seen. She had no idea where her opinion fell, perhaps somewhere in the middle?
Her hands slid over his chest, the hair actually a lot softer than she would've thought. Rogue moved them to his arms, feeling like this was something she should not be doing. Sure she was a little interested because she'd never gotten to really touch a man, and he *was* insisting, but still - she wasn't old enough to do this stuff! The good girls her age didn't do stuff like this.
Watching her hands as they moved, she reached down to touch his hands. They were huge. His hands could probably crush her neck if he wanted to, but just a little while ago he'd used them so gently on her and she ... no! She was not going to find this man to be anything but scary! That is where her opinion definitely fell. Touching one of the nails at his fingertips, she pondered how thick they were. They were almost like an animal's claw.
Creed jerked his hand back, wary of being studied that closely. He enjoyed her wonderment, but sometimes she studied just a little *too* closely. She wasn't a brainless twit, this one, and the last thing he needed was her asking a bunch of questions about what and who he was, his business, his life. She knew he was mutant and he was her master, and that's all she needed to know.
"That's enough for tonight, little Rogue," he said as he turned her and ushered her down the hall with a hand on the back of her neck. He walked her into her room.
"Get in bed and go to sleep."
Rogue wasn't sleepy. She had a million questions and the feelings and turmoil of all that happened today were still vibrating inside her. He gave her no chance to argue, though, simply turned out the light once she crawled into the bed. She knew better than to turn the light back on or rummage around in the dark. Even after less than 48 hours, she was learning when his demeanor shouted 'Don't push it'. Rolling over, she heard clothing hit the floor. All that naughty lingerie was still on her bed and she couldn't even get up to put it away! She huffed to herself, reminded of just how controlled she was.