Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (23/?)

Title: Insatiable (23/?) 
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn 
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult 
Rating: NC-17 
Continuity: AU 
Summary:  Smiling, she began sliding off her shoes when he suddenly emerged from the forest.
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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Rogue knew he'd find her.  That was the point.  She wasn't trying to hide, even though she'd thrown that thought out there before thinking the truth. She ran for the lake, hoping she wouldn't trip and fall. Seconds later she heard Creed, charging through the woods after her and bellowing her name. He sounded angry; angrier than he should be if he knew her intention.  Where exactly did he think she'd go? There was no place to hide and the fences surrounding the property were too high for her to climb.

Darting through the trees, Rogue ran as fast as she could. Dodging branches and jumping over rocks and pine roots, she dashed out of the forest gasping for air. The surroundings and the sunlight reflecting onto the lake's calm surface were the picture of serenity and beauty. This was her destination and surely, hopefully, knowing her mind like he did, Creed would be pleased. Rogue dropped the backpack on the narrow beach strip.

 

He wasn't far behind. He'd been yelling at her to stop. Well, there was no where for her to go now, was there? Hopefully this would tell her something about him. If not, she'd enjoyed the small triumph in managing to slip away from a man like that.

 

She wasn't sure how Creed felt about things like this; going for a dip might not be his thing and it would definitely be a first for her.  Surely he'd be pleased by something like this, though. Smiling, she began sliding off her shoes when he suddenly emerged from the forest.

Rogue's smile died at the sight of him. She'd seen him angry before but this was different. Now he looked ... predatory; his teeth bared as he stalked towards her. She barely had time to think what a fatal mistake she'd made before he was there right in front of her.

Her mouth went dry and just as she was about to explain, Creed moved for her, making her step backwards into the water. He really did look like he was going to kill her, Rogue thought. She felt panic-stricken when she realized that he could do just that. Somehow she didn't think he was the kind of man that let his victims live, at least not long enough to tell.

 

Rogue stepped backwards, her eyes focused on Victor's face. Taking another step back, her foot caught on something and she fell back into the water with a splash. Before she had time to react, Creed pinned her to the sandy bottom. It was barely ankle deep so her head remained above the surface.

Frustrated fury ran through him; fury and something more.  How dare she think she could leave, especially now?  She belonged to him - and what was more, he would've bet the bank on the fact that she'd grown to understand that.

Creed straddled her waist and quickly seized her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head.

When was she going to learn? He stared at his disobedient fawn for what must have seemed like forever to her. Rogue had gone pale and wide eyed. Without warning, his lips crashed against hers.  He forced his tongue inside her mouth. It wasn't so much a kiss as it was punishment.  Nipping her bottom lip on purpose, he tasted blood. Rogue tried to close her mouth. It only made things worse for her. While ravaging her mouth Creed tightened his grip on her wrists until he knew it had to hurt.

Rogue whimpered.  This kiss was meant to hurt, she knew that.  She wasn't even clear on what made him this angry.  In a rush of thought, she knew with certainty that this man was no telepath.  It hadn't been her intention to find that out in a way that made him so angry.  The plan had backfired even though now, at least, she knew the truth.  He'd misread her completely and that wouldn't happen if he could read her mind.  Now, because she just had to know the truth, she'd pay for his misunderstanding.  

His mouth slanted over hers roughly, the stubble from his face chafing hers.  A part of her couldn't help but respond.  She felt his raw emotion and knew he was trying to force her submission.  She tried to relax and open her mouth, letting him know that she had no intention of fighting him.  That had never been part of her plan.

There were threads of arousal mixed with her fear now. Scenting those emotions on Rogue, Creed felt his body respond. Finally he withdrew and hovered just above her face.
 

"You really think you can get away from me, girl?  You still question the fact that you belong to me and think you can escape?" His voice sounded unnaturally calm and still seething with anger, just like that time in the kitchen.

 

Rogue shook her head frantically.

 

Creed squeezed her wrists, making her whimper again.

"No?"  

 

"I wasn't trying to run. I swear! I wanted to surprise you."

"Then what the hell were you doing, running?"

 

"I didn't try and run away, I wanted to lead you here. I ... I don't want to leave.  Why would I run away?"

 

"Listen to me carefully, girl, 'cause this is the only time I'll say this. You ever do something like that - even think about running and I'll make sure you regret it. You are mine and that means you don't have any rights. I hold those rights, and I say your place is here. Got it?"

Rogue nodded, not trusting her voice. She knew exactly what her place was, what it had to be.  He didn't have to keep reminding her.  It was easier when she felt like this was all her choice.  Then she could at least pretend because she didn't mind being here so much anymore.  It was better to imagine that her place in this world was something she controlled.

"I don't want to leave anyway," she said insistently.

Creed studied her, tightening his grip on her once again.  He couldn't deny the honesty in her eyes.  Rogue was a terrible liar anyway and there was no air of dishonesty around her.  In his seething anger he'd completely miscalculated her intention; forgotten that there was no where for her to go anyway.  She'd had something else in mind, some kind of game that would get her in trouble anyway, but she hadn't intended to flee.  Since when had his immediate reaction ever been wrong?  His judgment clouded in error?  Since he'd laid claim to her, that's when.

 

He probably needed reprimanding as much as she did, but that wasn't going to happen.  Even if her intentions were innocent, he still owed her for the other night and it would serve as a reminder to them both - just what the balance of power was.

"I know this hurts, baby girl," his voice still harsh and at the same time taunting.  "You don't like it, do you?"

Rogue shook her head. She knew she'd bruise, just like her hips had from the night before.

"Then be a good girl."

He released his grip only to rip her shirt off, then her bra. Rogue tried to block his hands, but again he seized her wrists without problem.

"Look at me."

Creed turned her chin so that she was forced to meet his gaze.  He'd never met anyone with eyes quite like hers; all that she felt was written in those pools of warm chocolate. His fawn was one of the worst liars around, but somehow she'd managed to fool him today. He had to wonder if there really wasn't anything else she'd been up to.

He dragged his thumb across Rogue's bottom lip, collecting a tiny crimson droplet. His eyes never left hers as he licked the blood from his finger. She didn't know how much he enjoyed tasting her like that. It was an aphrodisiac, a drug, and he doubted she'd willingly let him draw blood from her.

"Are you a good girl, Rogue?" he spoke with that low, taunting voice again.

 

Touching her chin again Creed slid his hand down her throat. He could feel her pulse beating frantically just beneath the skin.  Would he ever grow tired of having her beneath him?  So often he grew bored after a handful of trysts with a woman, but feeling the blood roar in his head as well as further below, he realized that time was far off for him and little Rogue.

"Yes." Her breathing was shallow and her voice barely a whisper.

 

Was he going to hurt her? It was impossible to tell. Despite the fury and arrogance she saw in his face, she was still aroused. There must be something wrong with her for feeling this way.

"You should know what dangerous games, like this, lead to."

Rogue nodded. She knew. But she'd made the mistake that he'd know and understand her intentions.  Even if she could escape, where would she go? She was a female mutant and she had no money. Then it dawned on her. What if her trying to lure him into a trap was worse than trying to run away? If he realized she was once again trying to manipulate answers out of him, it could cause a fury far worse than any escape attempt. 

 

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you like causing trouble, Rogue.  You certainly do it often enough.  I think you want to be punished.  Don't you?"

"No!" she insisted, shaking her head adamantly.

"Yes," Creed nodded in mocking, insisting that he knew what she was up to. 

 

He slid his hand down to cup one of her small but firm breasts. Rolling the pink nipple between his fingers, he thought it looked as if it was begging to be pinched.  He had her for little over two months and already he could tell she was filling out.  Gone was the thin and awkward teen; her figure was growing in curves, delightfully soft exactly where it should be.

 

"So enlighten me," he said, his voice turning into a growl as he unbuttoned and tore off her pants. Trusting her not to try and get away from him now, Creed released her wrists only to cup her chin instead. 

 

"Tell me what you were up to that is so innocent as to not require punishment."

"I am innocent! Really. I swear I wasn't trying to run away.  I wanted to surprise you. I thought ... I thought maybe you'd want to ... swim.  I wanted to see if -" she stopped short.

 

Creed eyed her suspiciously. "See if what?"

 

She thought fast.  There was no way she'd admit to trying to test him; to see if he could read her mind as she entrapped him.  That admission would only make things worse.

 

"See if you wanted to ... go swimming.  You know ... skinny dip," she said honestly but her voice was pitiful.

"That's not good enough, Rogue. I know that isn't the whole truth. You can't seem to help breaking the rules - then you can deal with the consequences."

"I know I shouldn't have run off like that. I do and I-"

Rogue's frantic explanation turned into a gasp when Creed's hand dipped inside her underwear.

"That's right, you shouldn't have done it," his voice taking on that taunting and hoarse tone she loathed and loved at the same time.

He was staring at her so intently her cheeks turned a deep pink. It both amused and irritated him to see Rogue trying to fight the inevitable. Her lips were pressed together as if she were trying to refuse making a noise. It didn't stop her body from responding.

 

"How should I punish you?" he asked while touching her, a finger slipping inside.

 

"I don't ... I don't know.  I don't need ... punishment," she managed between shaky breaths.

 

"We'll see about that.  First this and later I'll decide," he promised cryptically.

Rogue clenched her eyes shut as she felt Creed's touch deepen.  It should be familiar by now, but it was still so exotic.  Disturbing but wondrous, she should not bask in it.  She shouldn't, but her body didn't seem to listen as she rocked towards his hand.  Why couldn't she fight him?  It?  The pull.  Oh he'd definitely have his revenge, she thought, just as he always had to have the last word.  But if this was prelude to a punishment, then she'd wallow in it while she could.

 

Victor Creed loomed over her, this massive figure. He was still fully clothed, in the middle of the day, out in the wide open, and she lay beneath him, completely nude as he slid her underwear off and moved her up onto the shore.  She was suddenly very aware of herself and how they looked.  No one could possibly wander onto his property; no one would dare.  And yet, to be this way, in public and at midday - it was shocking and alien to her.

 

Rogue shifted self consciously, but she could no longer bite her lips into silence as he touched her again.  Turning her head to the side, she fought not to moan and reach for him. She was smoldering, hot and slick and she knew he felt it too.

Creed leaned in closer, running his tongue up against her cheek. He thought about licking at that sweet spot between her shoulder and collarbone. Maybe later, he told himself.  He didn't plan on walking back anytime soon.  Everything was too perfect now, including the look of reluctant bliss that was written all over Rogue's face. She was already so close.

"Look at me, Rogue."  

Turning her head back towards him, Rogue tried to block out the sounds she made. They seemed to echo across the lake and come back twice as loud. Why did something that felt so amazing cause her embarrassment? Why couldn't it just feel good? She knew part of the answer. Because Creed wanted it this way.

 

She wondered what he'd do if she gave into it completely? What would he do if she just let go and decided to succumb to every moment of pleasure? If she decided to act like one of those girls, even go so far as to seek it out and take charge of it? Would he react the same way as he had when she'd put on too much make-up?  Would he be outraged ... or would he only enjoy it more? 

Her thoughts came to an abrupt end when she felt him brush her ... her ... she couldn't finish the thought.  She'd really thought there couldn't possibly be more left.  Now she knew she was wrong. Surely he didn't want to touch her there? That was disgusting.

Rogue's eyes grew wide and she heard herself inhale sharply. She didn't want to want this. Who would want to have sex like that? Creed had that look in his eyes, the one that told her it was no use to protest. And what was worse, he'd only insist she longed for this. He'd comment about how she felt against his hand. What she tasted like. It was embarrassing enough, but this was ten times worse. As if he'd read her mind Creed smirked, flashing fangs at her. He kept rubbing circles with his thumb while slowly slipping a finger inside her.

"Relax, baby girl. It'll hurt if you try and fight it," he spoke with that low pitched voice that made her insides all warm and fuzzy. "And I know you don't like pain."

Her weak protests became muffled sounds as Creed pressed his mouth against hers.  He moved his hands to her thighs and worked his way down her body until he hovered between her thighs.

"Please," she pleaded, but whether it was a plea to stop or give her more - even she didn't know.

Smirking while flicking his tongue over her, Creed shook his head.

"Why should I stop, Rogue? Your body doesn't want me to," he taunted.

He flicked his tongue over her repeatedly until her protests turned into moans of pleasure. She was so swollen it was only a matter of seconds before she'd come in his mouth.  Rogue careened towards that edge and felt the shock of Creed leaving her.

 

She could barely raise her head to look at him quizzically.  Her mouth wouldn't form the words to ask him why he'd stopped.  Instead an annoyed sound of protest worked in her throat as her head flopped back on the grass.

 

"What was that?" he asked her.  "Do you have something you want to say?" He sounded annoyed.  "Turn over," he demanded and slowly she complied.

 

She wanted him, but thinking of where he'd touched her earlier - no, surely he wouldn't want that.

 

But what if he did.

 

"What are you going-?"

 

"Shhhh," he hushed her, "you ask too many questions."