Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (17/?)
Title: Insatiable (17/??)
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: His hands were on her, and even in the water she felt like her flesh was on fire.
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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Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: His hands were on her, and even in the water she felt like her flesh was on fire.
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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His hands were on her, and even in the water she felt like her flesh was on fire. When his mouth met hers, she kissed him like she never had before. She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of the kiss itself; this much she needed. He turned her, letting her head lay back against his shoulder with her body spread out across him. Rogue held onto him, one hand on his thigh and one on his arm as he brought her so much pleasure with his fingers.
He couldn't help but grin at her. If she knew what she looked like right now, he thought and ran his hands through her damp hair. The white night gown was soaked and clung to her body like a second skin. Rogue's nipples were dark against the wet fabric. It was perfect. His fawn was the image of temptation sitting there, in front of him, still aroused, with half parted lips, and mascara running down her blushing cheeks.
Rogue followed his every move. She knew it wasn't polite to stare, but she couldn't help looking at him. He was at once the most intimidating and intriguing person she'd ever seen. In the back of her mind she could hear her mother admonishing her for gawking. Her head was spinning and not because of the alcohol. Victor made her head spin, devouring her with those intense eyes of his. Shouldn't she be embarrassed? Maybe.
"I want you to do the same for me, baby girl."
She seemed unsure and confused for a second. Rogue bit at her bottom lip as what he wanted to do dawned on her.
"Just like it's candy ... or an ice cream cone," he managed to say. He knew he had to let her 'examine' him again, just like when he had her in his lap the first time. Creed knew he should be patient with her. He didn't want his fawn's curiosity turning into repulsion. It shouldn't matter, if she was happy about it or not, but somehow it did. He muted that thought into a quiet buzz. He'd make an effort to let her set the pace and how deep she wanted to take him this time. It would be torturous, though, having to fight the urge to push himself into her mouth and take control like he normally did.
Creed moved his hands to cup Rogue's face. He watched her explore him, still more focused on what she was doing, rather than just letting it happen. He also sensed her curiosity and excitement at what she was doing. It pleased him more than he cared to admit. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and he couldn't take it. Rogue tensed a little when he pulled her closer, urging her to take him into her mouth. He had to see those pouty lips wrapped around his cock. Ever since the day of the auction, he'd longed for her to do this.
Rogue looked up at Victor again, unsure of how to do it. What if she was hurting him with her teeth? He was so big she was sure she'd graze him. So he'd heal right away, she knew that now, but it still had to hurt, right? She didn't want him to get mad at her.
It didn't seem that difficult, Rogue thought and tried to suck him like he'd showed her to. The initial shock at having him inside her mouth, had turned into something else. The noises he made, the way he moved - she knew, instinctively, that she had at least a little bit of power over him while she was doing this. That knowledge made her act boldly, even though she knew she'd feel embarrassed about it later. For now, she didn't care. She liked having any kind of power over him, no matter how small or fleeting. The thought made her want to smile to herself.
"Good. Don't stop," he said encouragingly. He loved the way she was breathing through her nose, and the sound and feel of her lips as he slid in and out of her mouth. He felt the orgasm build and knew it was only a matter of seconds.
Rogue glanced up at him again. She could feel him growing thicker, like he did when he was about to finish. Was she supposed to just let it happen? She remembered from that dirty movie her cousin had showed her, how one woman had done that. Did Victor expect her to do the same? He hadn't said otherwise so maybe that was what he wanted, she reasoned. It couldn't be that bad, but if it turned out to be she could always pull away.
Creed pulled her into his room and closed the door. It was so dark inside; Rogue couldn't see two feet in front of her. As he turned on the light, she wished for the darkness again. She could only imagine what she looked like. Her hair had to be ratty mess from his fingers twisting through it and her wet gown clung to her. She should be shivering as the garment turned cold in the air, but she was warm. Too warm. She'd never been allowed to step foot inside his room and now, being there with him, after what they'd just done...
In the back of her mind she knew what would come next and shockingly, she looked forward to it too. This part of him - of them, whatever it was, it made her feel alive inside. He made her wildly uncomfortable and she felt awkward getting there, but once there, somehow it was okay. Even her first time, initially scary and even painful, had turned into something wonderful in the end.
She shuddered in his arms, her body feeling fluid and warm, and she turned to face him. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she straddled his lap. Her hair was wet now and the steam and water from the Jacuzzi was making her eye make-up run. Creed traced a finger over her cheek to wipe at it, but only smudged it worse.
"Do you ... are we going upstairs now?" she asked timidly, wondering if he planned on toying with her further or cutting to the chase.
"Not yet, baby girl," he said with a husky voice.
Evidently he had something else in mind.
Rogue had been acutely aware of him behind her, hard and pressed against her back. Now, facing him, she felt it there between them and knew he wanted her to touch him. The difference was she wanted to as well now. But as her hand lightly grasped the length of him, Creed seized her by the wrist.
He couldn't help but grin at her. If she knew what she looked like right now, he thought and ran his hands through her damp hair. The white night gown was soaked and clung to her body like a second skin. Rogue's nipples were dark against the wet fabric. It was perfect. His fawn was the image of temptation sitting there, in front of him, still aroused, with half parted lips, and mascara running down her blushing cheeks.
Her appearance pleased him even more because she was his. Creed ran his hands over her body, thinking of how much she belonged to him. He knew that every man and mutant he came into contact with would envy his situation. Sure, they might be able to go to an auction and buy someone, but they'd never have it like he did. He could guarantee that no one had anything like his little fawn, and no one could have her render to him like she did. Because as time went on, Rogue didn't just belong to him as a purchase. She would belong to him body, mind and soul. Secretly, she'd soon crave the traits she didn't possess - everything that he was. As naive and childlike as she still was, a girl like Rogue would eventually need the challenge, to have someone like him to push her boundaries while guiding her through her own wild nature. She'd need him, and no one else.
Rogue followed his every move. She knew it wasn't polite to stare, but she couldn't help looking at him. He was at once the most intimidating and intriguing person she'd ever seen. In the back of her mind she could hear her mother admonishing her for gawking. Her head was spinning and not because of the alcohol. Victor made her head spin, devouring her with those intense eyes of his. Shouldn't she be embarrassed? Maybe.
The thought vaporized like morning mist. Why shouldn't she look at him? It wasn't as if anyone would know and she liked the way he looked. He'd already made it clear he wanted her to look.
Creed pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi. He had to smile. Rogue was blushing, but she didn't lower her eyes like she normally did. Was she aware of her hands on his thighs? They were so small, especially compared to his. He loved the sight of those delicate, lily white hands on his darker skin.
"Remember when you were on the dinner table the other night?" he said, unable to keep his voice from sounding hoarse.
Rogue nodded. Of course she remembered. How could she forget? What he'd done to her, using his tongue and lips down there, it had been one of the most intense experiences of her life. She wanted to feel like that again, but didn't dare ask him.
Creed ran one of his hands through her hair, cupping the back of her head.
"I want you to do the same for me, baby girl."
She seemed unsure and confused for a second. Rogue bit at her bottom lip as what he wanted to do dawned on her.
"Okay," she whispered. She had no idea how and somehow her insecurity must have shown on her face.
"Just like it's candy ... or an ice cream cone," he managed to say. He knew he had to let her 'examine' him again, just like when he had her in his lap the first time. Creed knew he should be patient with her. He didn't want his fawn's curiosity turning into repulsion. It shouldn't matter, if she was happy about it or not, but somehow it did. He muted that thought into a quiet buzz. He'd make an effort to let her set the pace and how deep she wanted to take him this time. It would be torturous, though, having to fight the urge to push himself into her mouth and take control like he normally did.
"Touch me," he suppressed the urge to force it and guided her hand so she was holding him. "You know how."
With his hand entangled in her hair, Creed pulled her closer to him.
With his hand entangled in her hair, Creed pulled her closer to him.
He watched Rogue as she let her eyes drop. Her lips were half parted, and her brow slightly crinkled in concentration. The way she looked, her youth and innocence, her tentative nature but bold curiosity competing for control - it was too perfect. Even her eye make-up, running down her cheeks like she'd been crying, was charged with eroticism. He loved to watch her as she touched him. There wasn't one thing he didn't love about her hands on him, especially around his cock. When Rogue leaned forward and brushed the tip of her tongue over the head, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hair.
Rogue shot him a worried glance. Had she done something wrong? His hand at the back of her head hurt just a little, but somehow it was encouraging. There'd been a hitch in his breathing followed by another groan. He seemed pleased. Feeling a little more relaxed, Rogue kept stroking him the way he'd taught her. She flicked her tongue over the head once more. She was fascinated how something so hard could be so soft at the same time. The head was a lot smoother than she'd thought. It felt so different to actually touch him there with lips and tongue and not her hands. The part of her that was still mortified and shocked by what she was doing wasn't strong enough to make her stop. It was bad and sinful, what she was doing. Some people might think it was dirty, but she didn't care. It wasn't as if Victor was unclean. She knew the man was concerned with keeping his home and himself in order. Rogue licked the silky skin again. She'd kissed his skin enough times to know what he tasted like. He was different here - saltier. And she liked it.
Creed moved his hands to cup Rogue's face. He watched her explore him, still more focused on what she was doing, rather than just letting it happen. He also sensed her curiosity and excitement at what she was doing. It pleased him more than he cared to admit. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and he couldn't take it. Rogue tensed a little when he pulled her closer, urging her to take him into her mouth. He had to see those pouty lips wrapped around his cock. Ever since the day of the auction, he'd longed for her to do this.
"You're doin' fine, baby girl," he said, his voice turning into a growl as he felt her lips close around him for the first time. It took all of his self control not to push himself as deep as he could. Even though it was torturous, it was the kind of pain he enjoyed. It meant what was to come would feel so much more pleasurable.
Rogue looked up at Victor again, unsure of how to do it. What if she was hurting him with her teeth? He was so big she was sure she'd graze him. So he'd heal right away, she knew that now, but it still had to hurt, right? She didn't want him to get mad at her.
Creed had to smile at her. The way her brow was still wrinkled in concentration, but also out of insecurity. She was probably thinking about what he expected her to do next. It was worth waiting another second before he showed her, though. Watching his fawn like this, with his cock inside her mouth - he'd have to control himself or he'd come hard and way too quickly. It needed to last. This moment would be something to think back on the next time he went away.
He moved his hands to the back of her head again, and showed her what he wanted her to do.
"Like this," he said, his voice sounding strained.
It didn't seem that difficult, Rogue thought and tried to suck him like he'd showed her to. The initial shock at having him inside her mouth, had turned into something else. The noises he made, the way he moved - she knew, instinctively, that she had at least a little bit of power over him while she was doing this. That knowledge made her act boldly, even though she knew she'd feel embarrassed about it later. For now, she didn't care. She liked having any kind of power over him, no matter how small or fleeting. The thought made her want to smile to herself.
Creed watched Rogue go from insecure and shy, to curious. He could tell she was thinking about something - whatever it was - the way her lips tried to curl into a smile. Part of him was surprised that she let him hold her by the hair without argument. It was a good thing though; she'd lose that argument too. He needed to hold on to something while watching her suck him. Tightening his grip on her hair, he gnashed his teeth because it felt too damn good. In time she'd get better at it, but now her inexperience combined with curiosity made it perfect.
"Oh yeah," he growled. Creed moved one hand to pull a wet strand of hair away from Rogue's face. He wanted her to look at him while she had him inside her mouth. "You like that, baby girl? he continued with a strangle voice, running his thumb across her cheek.
Rogue managed an mmm-hmm, and it was enough to make Creed groan and tighten his grip on her hair even more. He knew it had to hurt a little, but he didn't care. He couldn't help it anymore than he could help rocking his hips. Rogue tensed again but didn't fight him.
"Good. Don't stop," he said encouragingly. He loved the way she was breathing through her nose, and the sound and feel of her lips as he slid in and out of her mouth. He felt the orgasm build and knew it was only a matter of seconds.
Rogue glanced up at him again. She could feel him growing thicker, like he did when he was about to finish. Was she supposed to just let it happen? She remembered from that dirty movie her cousin had showed her, how one woman had done that. Did Victor expect her to do the same? He hadn't said otherwise so maybe that was what he wanted, she reasoned. It couldn't be that bad, but if it turned out to be she could always pull away.
In the next instant Creed exploded inside her mouth, roaring as he came. He felt Rouge dig her nails into his thighs as he kept pumping into her. He forced himself to keep his eyes open.
"Oh fuck yeah," he growled, holding her in place. A thrill of pride ran through him as he watched her swallow. Running his hands through her wet hair, he grinned at her.
Rogue pulled back, feeling shy and embarrassed again. Creed cupped her chin and tilted her head. He was smiling.
"I'm proud of you, baby girl."
She couldn't help but smile at his praise. Somewhere, in the back of her head, a voice was telling her she shouldn't listen to him, that he was a bastard. Rogue pushed back that voice into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind. She liked it when Victor smiled at her. She didn't want him to be unhappy or mad, just like she didn't want to feel that way either. She could worry about being embarrassed tomorrow, or some other day for that matter.
"Oh fuck yeah," he growled, holding her in place. A thrill of pride ran through him as he watched her swallow. Running his hands through her wet hair, he grinned at her.
Rogue pulled back, feeling shy and embarrassed again. Creed cupped her chin and tilted her head. He was smiling.
"I'm proud of you, baby girl."
She couldn't help but smile at his praise. Somewhere, in the back of her head, a voice was telling her she shouldn't listen to him, that he was a bastard. Rogue pushed back that voice into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind. She liked it when Victor smiled at her. She didn't want him to be unhappy or mad, just like she didn't want to feel that way either. She could worry about being embarrassed tomorrow, or some other day for that matter.
Creed's large hand on her arm made her look up.
"Now we go upstairs," he grinned at her.
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Creed pulled her into his room and closed the door. It was so dark inside; Rogue couldn't see two feet in front of her. As he turned on the light, she wished for the darkness again. She could only imagine what she looked like. Her hair had to be ratty mess from his fingers twisting through it and her wet gown clung to her. She should be shivering as the garment turned cold in the air, but she was warm. Too warm. She'd never been allowed to step foot inside his room and now, being there with him, after what they'd just done...
But it wasn't simply embarrassment that heated her body. It was the idea that she was capable of such a thing - and how he'd reacted! She'd never thought that sort of thing possible, at least not for her. Somehow she knew he hadn't been lying when he'd told her how proud he was of her. Something told her he couldn't fake his response. She'd been bashful and awkward at first, but then, realizing that during the act she truly had a power over him, she let go. Maybe it was supposed to feel good to know that she could make him squirm just as helplessly as she did; maybe her feelings were odd. She didn't care.
He pulled her towards him, his huge body still hot and wet. Tugging at the soaked gown, Creed bent to lick and nibble at her neck.
"Remember what we did during the movie the other night?" he hummed.
Her mind flashed back to the way he'd pulled her over his lap, and then pushed her to the floor.
"Mmm hmmm," she managed.
"I wanna show you something'," he said silkily as he tossed her gown to the floor.
Rogue moved her arms to cover herself. Why, she didn't know because it seemed pointless after all this time. But Creed didn't admonish her for it. He merely smiled crookedly at her, shaking his head.
"C'mere," he urged, taking her arm to lead her towards his bed.
Victor's bed is so big, she thought foggily. It suited the man. Massive and sturdy looking, but when he laid her down on it, it was warm and almost inviting with its dark allure. The black sheets were the softest cotton and felt cool against her flushed skin.
Rogue didn't flinch this time when Creed crawled over her, pinning her to the bed with his weight.
"You enjoyed yourself out there," he said with a voice full of confidence.
She knew what her response should be, but it was the truth too.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I could tell."
His mouth was hot on her skin and she felt his lips descend down her body. He was going to kiss her down there again, she thought, stiffening. Creed chuckled against her skin at her response and that's when she realized it made him happy when she was distressed in this way. Well he must be happy an awful lot then, she thought, because it felt like she was always on edge around him.
Rogue clenched the sheets in her fingers. She was actually in Creed's bed! She was in Creed's bed and he was going to have sex with her again and she wasn't as scared as much as she was anxious. Anxious because she was dying to see what it was like the second time and a little frightened because it might hurt again. Looking down she saw his long hair, falling in damp strands across her abdomen.
"Oh," she gasped and tried to wriggle away.
She couldn't take it! When his tongue brushed against her it felt electric, making her want to come up off the bed, but she couldn't move. Creed placed both his hands on her hips and pushed her down into the mattress, pinning her there as he continued to run his tongue over her. It was useless trying to move. He was hot and the friction was so delicious that she whimpered out loud. The tight feeling coiled in her belly until she felt like she was going to snap and then suddenly he'd jerked her up to face him.
"Turn around," he said, and it sounded like he was angry with her.
"What?" she blinked, confused and in a haze from what he'd just done. Why did he stop like that?
He didn't say it again; instead he tugged and flipped her over so that she was pressed against his chest. She felt him moving behind her and realized what he was doing. He'd already turned them both before she could protest by grabbing onto his hand.
"Wait! What are y-"
"I already told you. I showed you this the other night. Don't play dumb."
And she did know, but she didn't want to think about it. Clenching her eyes shut she tried to be immobile.
"But I'm not ready!" she tried. She hadn't known he'd want to do this; get behind her like some animal. She couldn't even see him or the look on his face.
"Rogue," he said sternly.
He leaned over her to move all her hair to one shoulder, then ran his hands over her back.
"I'm not going to hurt you. If I'm ever gonna hurt you, I'll tell you. I see no reason to lie about it."
Rogue tried to breathe deeper and slow her racing heart. It was impossible. Then he was behind her, nuzzling and kissing at her neck like he had that night in the den. The sensations made her ache for something deep inside.
His forearm wrapped around her waist.
"Move your knees apart," he instructed and she felt so exposed and vulnerable as she did so.
It was there, he was there, right at her opening. She could feel him rubbing himself against her.
"Oh God," she muttered, out of embarrassment because of their position and because of the feelings he caused down there.
He only nudged against her once before thrusting until he was completely seated inside her. She jerked and clenched around him so tightly he could see stars. Every muscle in her body was rigid from the experience, her mind racing from the act itself.
Part of him wanted to calm her while the other part wanted to laugh at her reaction. She had so much to learn. He wouldn't laugh at her now, besides, he felt way too damn good to laugh at anything.
"Relax, relax baby," he murmured, reaching around to stroke her swollen flesh. "I promise you'll enjoy it if you'll relax."
He could hear her sniffle turn to a gasp as he touched her. "See," he said, trying not to groan from how it felt, "just breathe."
Rogue let her eyes flutter open as she adjusted to the feel of him. It felt totally different like this and not just because it wasn't her first time anymore. He felt different like this. It had felt like a violation at first and still hurt a little, but all that was easing now. She really wished she could see him, but in a way she was glad he couldn't see her.
Creed pulled out most of the way only to slide smoothly back in, making Rogue jump at the sensation. That definitely felt different, she thought. Maybe it was because she wasn't a virgin anymore? Or was it because -
When he moved his hips again, she lost the thought completely. It was almost as nice as when he kissed her down there! She felt pressure and a little soreness, but something more. Something ... wonderful. It was weird and she felt odd on her knees like this, but it -
"Oh!" she squeaked, when he hit a spot inside her that set her nerves on edge.
What was that?! Her eyes grew wide. He kept moving in and out of her, his hips bumping against her bottom, but inside her it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was like a wandering itch that he managed to scratch every time he entered her. It was a moment before Rogue realized she was pushing her hips back against him because she heard his groan in response.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged and his voice sounded funny again.
She felt if he'd go a little faster he could make that place inside her feel even better, but she would never say it out loud. He seemed to know it anyway though and Rogue arched her back as his tempo increased.
Her fingers still curled into the sheets, Rogue peeked out from behind her lashes to be confronted with an image she would never forget. Somehow in the midst of it all, they'd been turned so that now she faced the dresser - and stared directly at the mirrored image of herself, on her hands and knees in front of Creed. A new wave of shock crashed over her and she jerked her gaze away as soon as she saw it.
That can't be me, she told herself. But it was her! It was her and it was him and ... it had been so foreign and exotic looking that it made her stomach do flips. Slowly raising her eyes, Rogue stole a glance again. Her hair was a mess and his was no better. It only added to how wild they looked; him slick with sweat, his brow furrowed as he held her hips and continued to watch her, devouring her with his eyes. Then his eyes rose to catch hers in the mirror.
She tried to look away, but it was too late.
"No," he groaned. "I want you to look," he said and slowed his pace until she complied.
Leaning over her again he clasped her chin to make her look up. "You look ... like sex," he inhaled in need of air, "... and it drives me crazy."
Rogue felt the words in her gut as his skin slapped against hers. In the back of her mind somewhere she knew she'd pay for this tomorrow, but her world was tilting and he made her feel so alive she felt like she might explode. She bit her lip as the feeling quickened between her legs, but she couldn't stop herself because he just kept moving faster and faster until she thought she might scream from the tension.
She cried out as she felt her body explode into bursts of light that floated down around her. Creed shouted out from behind her and she felt his warm liquid spill inside her again, but she didn't even feel like she was really there. She wasn't there; she was thousands of miles away. And it would be several minutes before she came back down to earth.