Passion of Death
Chapter 3
by
Lornadane
Disclaimer: All X-men and X-villians are Marvel's characters. Please don't sue me. This was just fun to write. Aerin is my character.
Notes: If you're offended by this material I apologize. I don't condone non-consensual sex, this just fit into the story. It's pure fantasy and would not wish it to happen to anyone in reality.
She circled her cell for the tenth time. Door, bed, door, bed. Nothing of use here. The room was she guessed about ten feet by ten feet. Not much room to maneuver. She circled again. And then looked at the bed. Nope. No use wishing she could throw the whole thing at him. It was bolted to the floor and walls. What could she do? He'd be here soon. Or maybe his healing factor had run out. Maybe he was dead. A wave of hope went through her. Then she slumped on the bed. No use in wishful thinking, either. It hadn't worked so far. He'd be here again wanting to "convince" her to join that mad man. She looked at the door and a thought occurred. She had several times slammed him back using her body. If she were to surprise him as he entered, maybe, just maybe she could be out the door before he could recover. How long before he caught her down the hall? Where exactly would she run too? It was ridiculous. It was a one in a million chance that she'd find her way out of here. And what would be outside? She had no idea where on this earth she was. With even the smallest amount of technology she had been a witness to she surmised she could have been brought anywhere. Antarctica? An island in the Pacific? Was she even on earth?
But she had to do something. She was going crazy with the waiting. She would poise herself on the bed she thought, giving her leverage to spring at him. She tried a couple of practice leaps. One, two, three large steps she was at the door. She hoped from foot to foot giving a couple of practice jabs. "Yeah. Yeah. Who's the tough one?" she said out loud. And then she gave a snicker. Yes she was getting hysterical. "Let's just get this over with, will you?" she asked looking at the ceiling suddenly feeling exposed. What if they were watching her. She couldn't put it passed them. She sat back down on the bed and poised to strike. To keep herself alert she began to sing all the Third Eye Blind songs she could remember. But a line from a 'Til Tuesday song kept perversely running through her head: "And he knows just what he wants to day. And I could just let it happen, yeah." It rang over and over in her mind no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. Finally she sang it out loud, wondering if he would hear. The music stopped. The waiting was getting worse. Sheer boredom was draining her. Her plan began to seem more and more hopeless. He'd be on her in no time. Along with being impossibly strong, he was incredibly fast. She'd get maybe five feet down the hall she guessed. And then there'd be pain for certain.
She sat for awhile staring at the door. Then she thought about provoking him. If she could get him angry enough perhaps he'd put those claws through her heart and get this over with tonight. It'd be better than this waiting. Three more days the man in the gallery had said. Three days to decide. Well she'd made her decision. All the more reason not to have to wait. She looked at the bed. She was getting tired. Her muscles ached from the physical exertion she had endured today. She didn't know about other women, but throwing her whole weight against a man was tough on her body. Her hands hurt too where she had cuffed him. She lay down on the bed facing the door. She watched it for a long time before finally dozing off.
Sometime later her eyes opened slowly adjusting to the dim light and she saw he was there in the doorway watching her. She wondered how long he had been there. His anger was palpable and controlled. She lay very still hoping that he hadn't seen her open her eyes. He said nothing. She looked at him as he glared down at her. He wasn't a very handsome man. He was short. Some might call him stocky. But he was powerfully built. She had felt that much in their first night together. And he was hairy. Hairier than most men. And on most men it would have been revolting. But it seemed to suit him. Made him even more seemingly wild. She thought about running her fingers through that hair. Shocked, she mentally shook her head. She was going insane. She was admitting to an attraction to a killer. One that could be her complete undoing or her death.
"You know, girl, I don't surprise that easy." he was saying as she suddenly realized he had been speaking to her. He knew she was awake. Probably knew the entire time. "But you got the jump on me. Used my own claws against me. No one's ever done that before. Ever." He let the last word hang in the air like a threat. "I have to admire the brains and guts it took to do that. And the ability to think on yer feet like that. But I don't have to like it. Took me longer 'n usual to heal."
He paused, looking at her intently. "Won't make that mistake twice. Now get up and take off your clothes." he ordered her harshly. She looked at him for a minute before pointedly turning to face the wall. Now was the time to see that anger unfold. To provoke it into action. She felt a hand entangle in her hair and was unceremoniously pulled from the bed. She dropped to the floor with a yelp. She lay face up peering into his angry eyes full of lust and violence. "Ya think I don't know what yer tryin' to do?" He asked. With out waiting for her to speak he said, "Yer hoping to get me angry enough so I'll pop my claws and do you a favor. But ch'er wrong, girl. I won't kill you till He says to. However," he smiled, "I might beat ya to the edge of death, making you wish for it, and bring you back all nice and healed. And then do it again."
It took a moment for the truth of his words to sink in. They had restored her today. She had been nearing her last breath. She had been dying. Only minutes away from the grave and they had saved her life. And she had felt even better than when this whole torturous chain of events had started. She rose slowly to her feet. Her scalp tingled where he had grasped it. She knew she could not bare his threat. Being brought back again and again until she broke. He'd definitely break her that way. He'd have her begging him to kill her and then, when he wouldn't oblige, begging him to fuck her, just to stop the torture. She had no choice. She put a hand to her shoulder and hesitantly began stripping off her leotard.
He stepped back leaning against the door crossing his arms. A smug look on his face told her his anger was relenting a bit. She watched him cautiously for a moment as she undressed and then without thinking her eyes went down to see his arousal pushing the ram's skull slightly to the side. He missed nothing. "Like what you see, darlin'?" he grinned. She blushed furiously turning her head away. She said nothing and continued to pull down the leotard exposing her taut young form. He gazed at her admiring her beauty. Such a look of fragility, thin with a full set of creamy white breasts. More than a mouthful each one. Her belly wasn't quite flat, but it pleased him just the same. "Women needed a little meat on 'em," he thought. Her long blonde hair swished with every movement gleaming even in the dim light. And down between her legs a velvet crush of blonde hair hiding the treasure she so tried to protect. He felt his desire increase.
She stepped out of the leotard, purposely trying not to look at him. She knew she'd only give him satisfaction as her eyes wandered down to his groin of their own volition. He smiled again as she turned her back on him, giving him a lovely view of her full ripe bottom. She was folding up the leotard and neatly placing it on the bed. Stalling, he realized amused. With an air of finality she turned back to him waiting. With a great effort she kept her eyes on his face. He made her wait, while he took in the view. She let her arms hang at her sides in defiance. She wouldn't be ashamed. This was not her fault. She had not asked for this. But her clenched fists betrayed her deeper emotions: shame, sadness, bitterness, hatred. Without warning he stepped to her and pulled her to him. Turning to his right he backed her up against the wall. With one hand wrapped securely around her waist, he used his other to unclasp his loincloth. The cloth and the ram's skull clattered to the floor and he kicked it away violently. Through a slit in his outfit his erect penis shot out. She felt it press against her stomach as he crushed against her. A small shiver of terror went through her. He kissed her softly on the shoulder and then bit into her. She started from surprise, but he held her firmly in place, biting and nipping at her shoulder and neck, just below the collar. Then, with his need rising he took both her buttocks in his hand and pulling her up he held her over his cock. He was so strong, so powerful. His manhood pressed into her vagina seeking entrance and he let gravity pull her down slowly over his shaft. Not quite ready for him she gasped in pain through gritted teeth. Her palms pressed rigidly against the wall refusing to touch him. Sensing her pain he kept himself still inside her and taking his right hand he massaged her clitoris to dampen her. He was soon rewarded by the feel of her moisture on his fingers. He returned his hands to her buttocks and pulled out of her until the head of his penis was resting against her clit. Then he thrust roughly back into her slamming her against the wall with the weight of his body. In and out he thrust, using his hardness to punish and break her to his will. The girl had bested him, he raged, driving into her even harder. She needed to pay for that.
Aerin kept silent, biting her tongue and the inside of her cheek to keep from yelling out, cursing him. She felt each thrust painfully, aware of his anger. A tear of frustration and sadness rolled down her cheek dropping onto the top of his head pressed hard against her shoulder, his mouth continuing to bite and graze. He growled deep in his throat. Has his anger gave way to ecstasy he slowed his rhythm trying to prolong his pleasure. But his need was too great. With a roar he plunged into her a final time. His seed shot up into her, filling her channel and running down along his penis out onto her legs. Aerin took a silent breath, feeling him go limp inside of her. But she knew it wasn't over. Not yet. Not for a long time. He would stay the night. Her tears wouldn't drive him away this time.
He kept her pinned to the wall for what felt like hours. Impaled on him, her legs began to cramp as she stood on her toes unable to place her feet completely on the floor. She was sore inside, feeling a raw burning sensation. And he was coming to life again. She wasn't knowledgeable on a man's anatomy, but instinct told her that this erection so close to having spilled his seed was unnatural. But he was a mutant. No telling what he was capable of. She braced herself for another onslaught of his passion.
Surprisingly he pulled out of her with great effort. His rage had left him, and now he was determined to bring her over to his master's side. You catch more flies with honey he mused. Swiftly he swooped her up into his arms and laid her down gently on the bed. Then he undressed watching with amusement as she clenched her fists, digging the nails into the palms of her hands. Her face was turned to the wall and her eyes were shut tight. He could see drops of tears gleaming on her cheek and he felt a sharp pang of guilt. He suppressed it quickly. What he was going to do now would more than make up for her tears and pain. He finished pulling off his leotard and moved to the end of the bed. Her knees were bent up, shut tightly together. He placed one of his knees on the edge of the bed and both hands on either of her kneecaps. Pushing her apart he felt resistance at first, then he felt her give up. He smiled to himself. She really had little choice. He had the upper hand.
She prepared for him to enter her, steeling herself mentally, while trying to relax her body hoping to lessen the pain his thrusts would cause. But she sat up quickly when she felt his mouth on her thigh. What was he doing? Her clitoris throbbed and she felt a warmth growing inside. He placed a hand on her belly forcing her back down and began to gently bite and lick at her thigh bringing his mouth down lower and lower. Then he moved to her other thigh. She swallowed hard has she felt his hot breath on her mound. She wasn't prepared for this. Unable to prevent it, she felt her own desire rising. He continued to lick and nip at her thighs, going from one to the other, teasing her. When he felt he could stand it no more he bent his face to her labia and pressed his tongue into her moist opening tasting her sweetness. It was too much for her and she arched her back bringing herself closer to his swirling tongue. He was heady with her scent. So fresh and clean. Innocent.
Remembering it was all new to her he forced himself to be tender. Gently he explored her with his tongue and teeth. He circled her clit with his tongue over and over. He was rewarded with her rocking up and down, unable to help herself. Waves of warmth and ecstasy rolled over her. She silently cursed her desire, but the emotions were too strong to keep still. He moved is tongue down to her vaginal lips, tasting her again, filled with her warmth, his own need coming to a head. His arms had been wrapped around her thighs keeping her in place. But he realized at that moment there was no need to entrap her. She wouldn't bolt. He smiled to himself again. Then taking a finger he circled her anus. At this action she attempted to pull away, but he held her firmly with his other hand, continuing to tongue her. She felt his finger move up to her vagina and he moistened it with her juices. Then sliding it back down to her anal opening he pressed against her.
"No!" she cried. He couldn't do that. It was wrong. He was insistent, though, pushing into her rectum. She squirmed under the pressure. But as his finger passed through her sphincter and he continued lapping vigorously at her clit she spasm as an orgasm hit her shooting up through her brain. "Ahhhhhh" she moaned. He began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of her. She pushed violently against him as she climaxed again. Suddenly she felt a huge wave of disappointment and emptiness as he pulled his finger out and stopped the ministrations of his tongue. But then he was over her, arms on either side of her holding himself above her. She arched her hips up to him as she felt the head of his manhood teasing her opening. He kept it there for a long moment looking at her face. Her head was thrown back, her eyes remained shut and she was running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. Those lips looked so sweet to Death. He wanted to kiss them but he held back. She inched down the bed underneath him trying to push him inside her. But he smiled down at her and drew back refusing to satisfy her need.
She was aching for him now. Wanting him in her. All thoughts of defiance had left her, banished by her lust. She couldn't fight him now. But why was he denying her? She could feel his own arousal. Tentatively she lifted a hand to his cock, touching the sensitive flesh underneath. Death shuddered closing his eyes. She may never have had a man before, but somehow she knew instinctively where to touch him heightening his arousal. She continued to stroke him for a moment. Then becoming bolder, she grasped him tightly and guided him to her entrance. He let her pull it toward her and then with a sweet cruelty he forced her hand away. He wanted her to beg.
"Tell me ya want me." he whispered. "Beg me to put it in ya. I know ya want it, darlin'. Just say the word."
She cursed him mentally, but sighed, "Please." Her voice was husky with desire. He suppressed a moan. But his member inched forward into her. He held it just inside her. He wasn't going to let her off so easy.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you." he ordered. "Please." she said again. "That's not good enough. Tell me what you want." He ordered again more commanding this time.
"I..." she hesitated. He pulled out of her and she said rapidly, "I want you in me. I want you to fuck me!" she spat in anger. "Take me over and over till I scream, you heartless bastard!"
He laughed at her raging. He had pushed a little too hard, bringing her defiance and fight back to the surface. But she still couldn't deny her need for him. He slid into her. She gasped with surprise and pleasure. As he began to plunge in and out she thrust her own hips to meet his pace. She moaned as he took her. Her head was spinning and she felt the waves of passion surging up her spine to impact with her skull. Her body shuddered over and over. And as he came in her again she came with him, pressing her body as close as she could to his, clinging to him, wanting to melt into him. He fell against her on the bed as he spent the last of his semen into her. He was crushing her, and she felt almost breathless, but she couldn't move him, finding she didn't really want to anyway. Her body tingled. It was all so unbelievable, so unreal. Then he was looking up at her, kissing her chin, stroking her cheek. She looked into his eyes unable to believe the tenderness that was there. He kissed her mouth, gently coaxing her to open. He kissed her passionately, pulling her tongue into his. Then he rolled off of her and turning her to face the wall he wrapped her in his powerful arms and held her tight. Unable to help herself she pressed back against him, feeling his arousal in the small of her back. He was insatiable. But he simply held her for a long time saying nothing. She felt delirious in the warmth coming from his body. And drowsy, drained. She rested her head against the bed and closed her eyes.
She was half-asleep when he began to run his hand along her side. She stirred with reluctance, not wanting to come out of the blissful half sleep. But he was touching her softly, tenderly, exploring her body, drawing her back to a passion she couldn't deny. His hand cupped a breast, rubbing the nipple to life. Then he rolled her to face him. He kissed her cheek, then her nose and eyes, then her mouth, taking her again into a passionate embrace. He rolled on top of her and went into her again. She felt raw inside and she was certain she wouldn't be able to climax again. But she was wrong. He took her tenderly. Slow gentle thrusts sliding against her womanhood bringing her over the edge. She cried out as he pushed deeply inside her climaxing himself. And then one orgasm after another pound into her. Soon, she fell back away from him spent.
"Please." she begged him. "I...I'm.." unable to finish her plea. But he nodded in understanding and again wrapped her in his arms crushing her to him. She was asleep in minutes. Her soft breasts rising and falling against his arms. He took one in his hand and gently stroked it. He heard her moan in her sleep. He wanted her again. His member, hard and alive prodded her back. Without thinking he stroked her rear, circling her anus. A thought came to him, but he forced it away. He wanted all of her, yet in her innocence he knew she wasn't ready for all of his explorations. That could drive her into madness. A feeling of protection came over him and he pulled her closer to him. There was time enough to let her sleep. Then he could satisfy his desire once again. He kissed her lightly on the back, then closed his eyes, practicing a meditation to force back his desire. Moments later the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest signaled his sleep.
Death awoke to find Aerin lying on her stomach, one leg pulled up and a fist raised to her mouth. Her head rested on her other arm. He looked at her longingly and felt himself stir to life. But he continued to watch her ignoring his need for the moment. Apocalypse had chosen well. This girl so full of fighting spirit and a will to survive that almost surpassed his own. She was a perfect match for him. She was beautiful without a doubt, but an unusual beauty, one that radiated from within. She had fought him courageously and had almost taken his life. She had done something no one had ever done to him in any scrap he had ever been in. She had forced his claws into him, using them against him. He had never even imagined that could happen. But it had, and he had been furious. Not only at her, but also at himself, for never having been prepared for this action. He should have seen it coming. Well, he would be prepared in the future. But now looking back on what she had accomplished he found himself proud of her, respecting her as a warrior. Imagining the potential in her. He would train her well. He had little doubt in his mind he was subduing her to his will. He would train her in all the fighting arts he had mastered. With her mutant power, she could be a powerful ally. He would need to expose her to a telepath. That would give her a killing edge. To know the mind of an opponent before they could strike. Jean Grey or Charles Xavier would be his choice. Her gift was unlimited. Any mutant she came in contact with could give her more abilities than he could dream of. Even Apocalypse was wary of this girl. His own healing factor coursed through her now, with heightened senses and strength. Perhaps Apocalypse could even lace her bones with adamantium.
He shook the thought out of his head. No. He would never subject her to that kind of torture. Not now. The wave of protection he had felt for her came flooding back. He had barely survived the bonding process himself, and it had nearly driven him insane from the pain. Strong as she was, he was certain she could not survive the procedure. He tensed slightly at the realization he was falling for her as Apocalypse had warned. But the realization no longer angered him. He would remain in control. He knew this instinctively. She would do as he ordered. A little more time here and she would succumb to his wants and desires. And the killer in him knew she would die if she did not obey him.
He began to stroke her back, laying soft kisses where his hand trailed. He moved up to the back of her neck feeling the inhibitor collar biting into her. He considered releasing her from it. With his healing factor she would have more stamina to keep up with him. She'd feel rejuvenated. But he let the thought go knowing she was not yet his to control and her increased strength might give her an advantage over him. She wouldn't be able to escape, but she could hurt him, and he didn't want to have to fight her right now. Better to be in complete control at this moment. He continued to run his hand down her back. She stirred a little, drawing her leg up even further. A whimper escaped her as a shiver ran through her and she cried softly, "No, please, no more." He blinked at that, thinking she was speaking to him, when suddenly he realized she was having a nightmare. A feeling of remorse came over him. She must have been dreaming of him, and it was unpleasant. He shook her gently to rouse her from her dreaming.
She had been having bad dreams and her sleep had been restless. She remembered little of the specifics of the dream, only that there had been wars and blood and gore. People hating and screaming, drowning out her own voice, pulling her down into a hell so real she cried in her sleep. And when a hand came down on her shoulder drawing her out of the nightmare, she pulled away in fear convinced she was going to be dragged back down into that hell. But Death threw an arm around her waist keeping her from pulling away further.
"Hush." he whispered in her ear. "It's just a dream." Her eyes snapped open, suddenly remembering where she was and she pushed back at him ready to fight. "Stop it." he growled holding her face down on the bed. "Just stop it." Sadness in his voice, almost a pleading, stopped her. She lay quietly waiting to see what he would do next, the fight gone out of her as she remembered his threat of violence. She couldn't win. Not now. Not here. As she stilled under him he ran a hand almost lovingly down her hair. Then taking up where he had left off he began again kissing her back and stroking her gently. He was rewarded with a shudder. With out warning he rolled her onto her back and knelt above her straddling her hips. He bent down and kissed one breast and then the other, licking at the nipples, seeing them spring to life. Her eyes were closed and her lips were a little parted. He bent to those lips and touched them softly with his own. As he released her mouth he heard a small sigh of disappointment come from her lips. He smiled and said, "I want you to touch me." When he felt her hesitation he took one of her hands and wrapped it around his stiffening cock. It was his turn to shudder. And he let out a groan. Not wanting her to let go he kept his hand on hers testing her defiance. When he was certain she'd keep her hand where he wanted it, he began to move it up and down along his hard thickness, teaching her what to do. She obeyed him, soon moving her hand of her own volition, exploring him, teasing him, filling him with desire. He dropped his own hand away and bent his head back, closing his eyes enjoying her touch immensely. He felt her fingers rub the tip of the head and he grunted. Down her hand went over the sensitive underside all the way to his testicles, then up again circling the head with her fingers. She was driving him wild. Up and down she went impulsively slowing then speeding up her rhythm bringing him to ecstasy. He felt the beginning of his orgasm as a drop of pre-cum forced its way out of his penis. Suddenly he pushed her hand away and lowered himself between her breasts. He clapped them together engulfing his shaft and began to thrust back and forth fervently. He came within minutes shooting his seed onto her neck and shoulders, her mouth and eyes and cheeks. As he finished coming he encircled her breasts with his hands and rewarded each with a kiss. Then he knelt above her idly stroking her chest. He watched her tongue slip out of her mouth tasting his sperm as curiosity got the better of her. She frowned at the taste and he laughed heartily. "Not much of a meal, darlin'." He laughed again as she blushed. Rising from the bed he scooped up his discarded loincloth and gently wiped her face clean of the product of his desire. When he had finished, she looked up at him, a face so full of longing and sadness that his heart missed a beat. He placed a lingering kiss on her lips. Then without thinking unclasped the collar from her neck, dropping it to the floor.
She raised her hands to her throat massaging the soreness. Within moments the redness and pain left her. She stared at him in amazement, feeling incredibly alive. Energy surged through her. The rawness of her vaginal walls began to dissipate and then disappear altogether. How was he doing this? she wondered. It had to be the healing factor he possessed, but how did he manifest it in others?
All thoughts left her in a rush as she felt his hand dip between her legs. Her eyes were on him as he slid into her, hard once again. She gave into the crashing emotions, as he took her, dancing that ancient dance once again. She came alive in his arms giving into the sensations, feeling a sudden joy to be alive and to be here. She refused to think of the circumstances, knowing it would only weaken her enjoyment. Her body writhed against his trying to force him in as deep as he could go. He obliged thrusting deeper and faster, his breath coming in gasps at the force of her need. He had unwittingly unleashed a wildness within her and he grunted as she pulled him to her raking her nails across his back. Blood droplets appeared and then disappeared quickly as the scratches she left healed. She raised her head to his neck and bit into him. The sudden sharp sensation drove him on thrusting harder and faster, filling her to her core. But she met his pace with the same driving need until they came together in a torrent of emotions. In a fit of passion she screamed. He threw himself over her kissing her face, her throat, and her chest. Each kiss seared her flesh. She came again. And then again. She became dizzy at the thought that it wouldn't stop. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into her until finally she peaked and with a shudder and sob she fell back exhausted. Yet within a minute she could feel her fatigue leaving her. What had he done to her? She was coming to life again, needing him, wanting him.
Without thinking she reached for his cock and he laughed in amazement. She was ready for him again. He'd never witnessed his healing factor in this light, seeing a lover revive so quickly. He had been correct about her stamina. He let her guide him into her, feeling himself revive. They danced again. He took her several more times that night, until reason won out and they lay together spent. She had turned to the wall, but he silently, gently coaxed her back toward him asking with his body to be entwined with hers. As she rested her head on his chest he kissed the top of her head and became mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breath on his body. For a long while he looked at her, finally closing his eyes when he thought her asleep. Suddenly he felt her hand reach for his, her fingers curling around his own. It was a small insignificant gesture, easily dismissed by a less sensitive person. But he knew. He had won the war.
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