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TITLE: Caged Heat
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Dark Angel
SHIP: Max & 494/Alec
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Smut,
SPOILERS: Season Two
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2, Episode 1. What if Max’s heat cycle overlapped with her incarceration at Manticore?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dark Angel. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Max stared at the grey concrete wall in front of her as the door to her cell clanged shut behind her and the locks clicked as they engaged. “Well, at least it’s the end of another day of Manticore training and indoctrination.” She thought part-sarcastically as she stood still for a few more moments, listening to the guard’s footsteps slowly retreat. “Hopefully.” She sighed softly into the small, grey room. She cocked her ear, listening intently one last time before she was satisfied that the coast was clear and then quickly set about folding back her cot and removing the cinderblocks she had loosened. Just a few more nights and she’d have the bars removed from the basement window Joshua had shown her and then she’d make her escape. Those damn X7s were going to be a problem, but she’d work something out.
“I really hope they don’t send that… 497... 492…9, 4… That, Smart Alec in here again.” She grumbled while she wiggled the cinderblock out, her annoyance making her speak out loud. It had been a bit of a shock to see him come through her cell door. He was the spitting image of her brother Ben who had gone insane and whom she had to eventually kill, but the likeness was only skin deep, she fervently hoped. He was a cocky little bastard who had spouted his designation at being paired with her, but still stripped off his shirt and announced that his mission was to copulate with her nightly until she was pregnant. He had actually thought she would just do it. A swift kick to the abdomen had soon cured him of that ridiculous notion.
He bugged her. He wasn’t your average soldier boy, she’d watched him sell something to some guard from right out of her cell and it was easy to see it wasn’t the first time. He was tricky and she instinctively didn’t trust him, but then he’d lied for her to Renfro. He was smart, but he still bought into all the Manticore bullshit. He was still bad news. Max used the cinderblocks and her pillow to fake a person in her bunk and was about to slip out of her cell when she froze. “Oh no.” she groaned and let her head thunk back against the cold concrete floor as she felt an unsettlingly familiar flush of heat suddenly ripple along her body and settle in her loins.
Max wanted to laugh with the absurdity of the situation as she pressed and rubbed her thighs together with a groan instead. The timing was uncanny, but she wasn’t surprised that Manticore was screwing with her again with something that they had done to her before she was even born. “Oh come on!” she growled angrily under her breath and quickly backed away from the hole in the wall and quickly replaced the cinderblocks as best she could and replaced her bunk as she heard the guard returning well ahead of schedule, and he wasn’t alone.
Twenty minutes earlier…
494 threw himself down onto his bunk making the chain link structure squeak and tucked his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. It was almost time. He had to go back into the cell with that crazy chick. She was an X-5 like him, but she preferred to be called Max. Just how stupid was she? Escaping out into the world and then choosing a guy’s name and she so definitely wasn’t a guy. He’d thought he’d suffered enough at the hands of Psy-ops thanks to her and her brother’s and sister’s who had escaped all those years ago. He was a clone of one of them and Manticore had spent a lot of time and painful effort making sure he didn’t have any of the flaws of the original.
It was also thanks to her and some of her brothers and sisters that he was in the situation he was currently in. They had, had the audacity to assault the Manticore compound. He chuckled to himself. He had to hand it to them; they had managed to destroy the Manticore genetics database and most of the stored genetic material, so now they had to breed their soldiers the old fashioned way. She wasn’t hard on the eyes, mind you, but then again they didn’t create any ugly X-5, well any that they let live, but he was under no illusions that he would get to perform his assignment, she’d made that abundantly clear. He rubbed his hand across his midriff at the memory of the kick she’d delivered.
He might as well get some work done while he was in that part of the facility, so he got up and after a quick listen to make sure he was alone he opened his footlocker and the false bottom he’d created. He retrieved some Cuban cigars and some Laker’s tickets he’d acquired for the guards and tucked them away into his fatigues. He was once again casually reclining on his bunk when the guard came to get him. He did his business enroute; the tickets were for his guard anyway. He gave the uptight guard a mock, jaunty salute as he unlocked the door to Max’s cell and the guard gave him a knowing smirk before he stepped in.
He raised an eyebrow as the strange woman seemed to almost jump away from him, putting as much distance between them as the small cell would allow. His nose twitched and his amused, quizzical expression became a frown as he drew in a deeper breath through his nose. An intriguing scent tantalized him. It was familiar; he’d smelled it before, but not quite the same. The girl was looking at him intently, her dark eyes narrowing as her forehead furrowed with confusion similar to his and he watched her hands flex unconsciously at her sides as she crouched. He had smelled the scent around other X-5 females, usually just before they disappeared for a few days, but this was different, stronger and the more he smelled it, the stranger he felt. It caused a flutter in his belly and a rush of heat that was moving lower causing his dick to stir and stiffen.
Max just managed to get everything squared away when the door to her cell opened. There was a fresh blast of air from the corridor and she felt her insides tense and a sudden burst of heat blasted through her at the scent it contained. She backed up hurriedly as her assigned, supposed mate sauntered into her cell and the scent intensified. “No… No… No…” she groaned to herself as she felt her libido spike, her sex twisting and flexing against itself in a sharp pulse. The door clanged shut behind him, but she didn’t care her eyes were solidly fixed on the man at the other end of the cell. “Stay right where you are.” She told him with a threatening edge to her tone even as her insides roiled and she felt a very animal need stir in her loins.
494 was stunned as his body reacted to the scent wafting off the woman. His skin suddenly felt hot and his dick tingled as it hardened and stood to attention, making his briefs feel tight and restrictive. He crouched into a fighting stance in a mimic to hers as she warned him to stay where he was. His muscles twitched as they tensed and twitched before he forced them to relax, to remain loose and ready for a fight. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. He had the urge to bare his teeth at the dark haired beauty across the cell from him, and did. He didn’t know if he wanted to fight her or fuck her. His dick throbbed and he felt sweat pop up on his skin as his body temperature spiked and he realized that by the look of things he would have to do one to do the other.
Max tried to steady her breathing, sucking in air through her mouth instead of her nose. Tension rippled through her in waves, perspiration breaking out on her skin, making her clothes stick to her skin. Her nipples stiffened and scraped along the material of her restrictive, ullitarian military issue bra, the simple act of breathing making them tingle and buzz. She’d been going through this every six months or so since she was about thirteen, but it had never come on this fast or this strong before, or with this much mixed emotion. She wanted him, she wanted any man when she was like this, but at the same time she wanted to beat the crap out of him, him specifically. His presence was a challenge she seemed unable to ignore. She knew she didn’t like the brash X-5, but she had never felt this feral need for violence and not just violence, but a need for dominance. She heard a soft, rumbling growl and it took her a surprised moment to realize it was emanating from her. She moved and he countered so that they were circling each other.
He watched her tongue make a slow circuit of her full lips and he unconsciously did the same thing. He wasn’t sure if she was growling or purring, but the sound did interesting things to his insides. “So, what’s up? Max, it is? Oh, yeah… What the fuck are you doing to me?” he queried as he calculated the striking distance and her possible response. “Don’t be such a Smart Alec.” She, all but spat at him, not able or inclined to answer his questions, while she considered lunging at him with a leg sweep. She figured if she put him down and took him out of the equation quick and hard it might stop her from doing something she would really regret. She lunged, going for his knee instead, but he was fast and he dodged and then they were throwing kicks and punches in a martial ballet. Her frustration started to mount as she exerted herself but continued fail to make any decent contact, he was good and stronger than she was, while the confines of the cell made it hard to maneuver or for her speed to be much of an advantage.
He barely saw her first strike, but managed to avoid it. He managed to avoid and deflect her next onslaught and then launched one of his own. Up close, her scent was intoxication and even the contact of combat sent echoes of desire into him. She threw a punch that was just an ounce or so too hard and he managed to dodge and grab her wrist, she twisted and he ducked under the back handed chop she launched at his head and then managed to trap that arm as well, tying her up against his chest. Her hair was a wild, dark, sweet smelling cloud against his face. She struggled and he just managed to move his foot out of the way of her heel coming down hard, but there was nothing he could do but grunt as she jabbed her elbow into his ribs. Painful though they were, her struggles were also quite enjoyable as her ass wriggled against the hard, throbbing bulge in his fatigues.
His arms were like steel bands around her, but she was more aware of the hot bulge of his unmistakable erection pressing against her ass. She tried a foot stomp, but he anticipated it and managed to curl his longer leg around hers to further entangle them. The vice grip of his arms around her chest flattened her breasts and chafed and ground her stiff, tingling nipples sending mixed jolts of pleasure and pain radiating into her chest while his scent inundated her as she was forced to suck in breath through both her mouth and nose. The longer she was surrounded by his musky masculine smell the more she started to sway from wanting to fight him to wanting to kiss him and more. Her struggles were getting her nowhere and as a last ditch attempt she prepared to snap her head back into his face.
He felt her shift and lower her head, but before she could snap it back and up into his face, he quickly untangled himself and roughly shoved her away from him. She stumbled and fell to her knees, ending up on all fours, her ass in the air as she used her hands to break her fall. Seeing her shapely ass presented to him and her prone position made him see red and revved up his already rampaging animal lust. He pounced on her before she could get up, the balanced swayed, and he didn’t want to fight her anymore. She bucked and tried to throw him off and he used his weight to pin her down while he tried to capture her wrists. Her bucking and his countering left them less struggling and more dry humping, until she managed to free an arm and her elbow hit him a glancing, but stunning blow to the ear.
She wriggled out from under him and he grabbed her t-shirt. Max choked for a moment as her t-shirt pulled tight across her throat and then the material gave and it tore. Her body was in overdrive, a turmoil of contradicting instincts and mercurial emotions and reactions that made her feel like she was losing her mind. He was dominating her and she knew it. An instinct buried in the feline DNA they had mixed into her cocktail triggered the need to procreate every six months or so, but she realized, until she was stuck in the cell with him, she hadn’t been with someone who fulfilled another tenant of that same instinct: To create the best possible offspring, by choosing the best possible mate. Panic settled in as her instinct battled with her fears. She didn’t want to get pregnant, especially here and especially not with this guy. Max didn’t know what good it would do, but she made a play for the door hoping if she put up enough of a racket, maybe a guard would intervene.
She made a lunge for the door and he grabbed her ankles, twisting and pulling her back at the same time. Max grunted as the back of her head hit the cement floor, dazing her for a moment, long enough for him to crawl across and straddle her while pinning her wrists to either side of her head. 494 was breathing hard, his dick throbbed, his erection painfully hard. He growled at her to stay still as she wriggled and struggled under him. He didn’t know if he was pressing against her to hold her down or to grind his aching dick into her hot, hard belly and crotch. She didn’t listen and he bared his teeth, animal instinct taking over as he lunged for the exposed column of her neck as her head thrashed from side to side.
Her head turned and he found her lips instead. He kissed her with bruising force, sucking and biting until she opened her mouth and his tongue stormed the ramparts of her lips to wrestle with hers. Heat blossomed across her entire body in a flash fire burst as pieces to a puzzle she hardly knew existed fell into place. She wanted to fight, wanted to struggle, but her body tensed and arched against his weight before she melted into his kiss with a breathy moan. Her nipples ached as his hard chest ground them into the tingling flesh of her breasts. His hands tensed and relaxed around her wrists, part-restraint, part-massage and she lifted her head off the floor to kiss him back without conscious thought.
He caught her lower lip between his teeth and stretched it as he broke their kiss. Her eyes were large and dark as she looked up at him, breathing hard while her sex rippled and constricted against itself with need and anticipation. Her pulse was a wild tattoo while she licked her swollen lips as he released her wrists and she watched silently as he stripped off and tossed aside his t-shirt. His chest heaved, hard, smooth and hairless as he drew in long, deep breaths. His muscles shook with tension and adrenaline, her taste and her scent mixing to further fuel his lust. He reached down and roughly tore apart her brassier, making her gasp even before he just as roughly mauled the hot, firm globes of her breasts. Her nipples were dark brown, long; stiff tubes the size of the first joint of his thumb. She undulated under him, grinding up against him as he pulled, tweaked and twisted them before massaging and testing the resilient flesh of her breasts.
He caused sparks of delight to arch into her chest along with the pain of his rough handling, robbing her of control of her breathing as his hands slid lower. Her fingers raked through his hair as he shifted back and lowered his face between her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. She didn’t know if she wanted to yank his head away and snap his neck or draw him closer as his lips created warm, wet blossoms on her skin, which were followed by scraping teeth as he nipped at her and then lapped with his swirling, swiping tongue. She pulled him hard against her breast with a delighted hiss when his sucking mouth found her taut nipple. 949’s head was spinning, her scent surrounded him in a perfumed cloud as it wafted off her skin and he was soon not satisfied with only having her breasts uncovered.
His hands tugged blindly at her belt until it came undone and then he was tugging at her fatigues. She didn’t exactly help him, but she didn’t make an attempt to stop him either. Her blood pounded in her ears and shivers ran up her spine and chased the heat across her skin, but she came to her senses when her pants reached her knees and the inevitability of what was going to happen and what the consequences were impacted on her swirling thoughts. “No… Please… You… We can’t do this.” She pleaded, surprised at the desperation and weakness in her voice and the lie her body made of her words as her sex contracted and spilled a heavy flood of hot, slippery grease. His head rose and he looked at her with wild-eye incomprehension, whatever was affecting her seemed to be overwhelming him as his hands now tugged at her panties without pause.
She was speaking, her lips were moving, but he could find no meaning in her words, as hungry desire made his blood pound against his ears. She was his. He wanted to take her, but her clothes were getting in the way. Nothing else mattered; his entire body throbbed with animal need, conscious thought becoming a dwindling whisper. His own fatigues and boxers were rough and restrictive on his skin and especially his hard, throbbing cock and he switched targets to find some measure of relief and undid his belt. He groaned with relief when the softer cotton of his boxers was the only thing restraining his twitching manhood. His eyes settled back on her heaving chest, attracted to the rise and fall of her plumb, delectable nipples and his lips swooped to capture one of them while his hands returned to the task of removing her underwear.
Max did what she hadn’t when he removed her pants. She tried to keep her ass on the floor as he once again tugged at her panties. It was a last ditch attempt to foil his efforts, even as she couldn’t stop her hips from undulated up against his weight and she moaned as his sucking lips pulled at her nipple and sent waves of sensation pulsing into her chest. Material bit into her hips and then there was a sound of ripping cotton and the last of her resistance was made moot. He pulled and stretched her nipple as he lifted his head with an animal sound of triumph and held up the ruined scrap of white cotton that used to be her panties. Her scent hit him in a renewed blast and his dick lurched, straining against his boxers before he tossed aside her ruined undergarment and his mouth literally watered.
Max was starting to panic. She didn’t want this to happen, but she couldn’t see any realistic way of stopping it and her body continued to betray her at every turn with uncontrollable need. “Do you have a condom?” she asked desperately, a truly stupid question considering his main purpose for being there was to get her pregnant, but again was met with a blank look as he reached for and stretched the waistband of his boxers to shuck them down to his thighs. His dick almost sprang forward, hard, long, thick and drooling. She unconsciously licked her lips. The geniuses at Manticore certainly knew how to grow them. 494 groaned as the cool air hit his hotly, pulsing shaft and then growled deep in his throat as she wrapped her fingers around his base. His male flesh pulsed against her grip as she started to slide her fist up and down his velvety, steel length.
She swallowed hard as her frantic thoughts divined a possible way out. She moved her hand faster and flexed her fingers while twisting her fist to stimulate him more in the hopes that if she could get him off it might end her predicament. His hips started to move to thrust into her strokes. He reached for and roughly fondled her breasts as she continued to jerk him off, working harder while gritting her teeth to ignoring his brutish treatment and the strange enjoyment she was getting from it. She concentrated on getting him off, collecting the clear lubrication that drooled from him to aid the journey of her fist up and down his length. Her other hand, with a mind of its own, wormed its way between her legs to let her fingers caress and then aggressively rub her folds and her buzzing, exposed clit.
His ass clenched and the small of his back twitched as her hand send spikes of pleasure snaking up his spine. Her breasts were hot and firm in his hands, a tactile trophy as his hips bucked to actively add to the stimulation of her fist and the delicious tension growing in his loins. He started to breath harder as the waves of pleasure overlapped and compounded each other. His balls tightening rapidly and then he grunted as he erupted. His hips jerked and bucked as his shaft constricted and expanded to blast ropes of his seed onto her wrist, taut belly and almost to her breasts. Pleasure rippled through him in shockwaves of delight, making him grunt and growl, his muscles shifting and flexing beyond his control and making him shake.
Max felt the hot splashes of his seed hit her skin and his fingers flexed to tighten painfully and squeeze the globes of her breasts. It had been the best her lust-addled brain could devise, given the givens, but she’d had hope, but she should have known better. Manticore really did know how to grow them, despite the ferocity of his ejaculation; he remained rock hard in her hand. 949’s torso twitched with tension and then relaxed as his climax ran its course, the release was good, but he didn’t feel sated in the least. The urgency of his hunger had been blunted, but not its intensity and his dick still throbbed hotly against her now still hand, her scent still tantalized him taunted the newly awoken beast in him. She was still naked underneath him and he could see her hand still shifting over her crotch. He relaxed his fingers, surprised that he was still firmly clutching her breasts. He could clearly see where she would have bruises in a few hours, and he just couldn’t care, he wanted more. He had been straddling her legs and now shifted to get between them, but her fatigues got in the way. Even, down to below her knees, he couldn’t spread them far enough.
He snarled in anger when he tried to pull them lower, get them off, but was thwarted by her boots. He wasn’t pinning her anymore, she should be grateful for the reprieve and trying to get away, but Max couldn’t stop touching herself or stop her eyes from straying to his stiff, bobbing cock. He seemed perplexed for a moment, tugging at her pants although there was no way he could get them off over her boots. She could kick him; his head was right there when he shifted further back and became preoccupied as he tried to work at the laces of her boots. But, instead all she could do was rub her thighs together, her struggles more a means of stimulation than escape and moaning softly like a horny teenager, gagging for it. God help her, despite how fucked up and wrong it was, she wanted to feel his steely, virile manhood inside her; feel it stretch and fill her; drive into her to seek out her core until he mixed his DNA with hers. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt if he came inside her, she’d fall pregnant. She knew it as if it was fact and what scared her, truly scared her, was that the longer she was around him, the less she cared about stopping it from happening.
A sound of disgust rumbled from his throat when the laces would not co-operate. 494 was becoming frustrated and angry as he was thwarted at every turn, but then the image of her on her knees, her ass in the air when he had shoved her to the floor earlier flashed into his brain and he knew how to solve his problem. He grabbed her hips and she yelped in surprise as he roughly flipped her onto her belly and then pulled her up onto her knees. She protested feebly, but he barely heard her as he fixated on her shapely ass and the exposed, glistening, swollen treasure of her pink sex below it. They both grunted as his first wild, blind thrust wasn’t quite on target and all he did was slide through her slippery folds. He growled and tried again, aiming lower. He found his mark and with a roar of triumph he drove his hips forward to plunge into her. She didn’t quite manage to brace herself and started to move forward and away from his onslaught, but he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her back onto him as he lanced into her.
Max cried out, her head snapping back as her back arched under the surge of electric lightning sensation as he battered his way into her snug flesh. Although she was invitingly wet and slippery, the ferocity of his assault and her dwindling desire for it not to happen, her sex still clenched and twisted in an attempt to slow him down. But, he would neither be slowed or his masculine dominance denied as he forged a fiery path of friction directly to her core. Her short nails dug into the concrete beneath them, a wild voice in her head telling her to try and scramble forward; to get away, but instead she braced herself to meet him as pain and pleasure warred and twined with each other and her sex flooded almost as much in self-defense as it did with enjoyment. His fingers bit into her hips as he pulled her tight against him, his hard abdomen grinding against her ass as he humped against her with short, sharp thrusts even though there was no more place for him to go.
He was in heaven, he had claimed his prize and she was his. Her hot, snug sex surrounded him, a greasy, velvet vice against which his need pulsed as he held himself buried in her to the hilt. The memory of his electrifying journey into her core, made his muscles tremble with the need to repeat it. He drew back with a slow hiss, feeling her clutch and twist around him, trying to hasten his retreat and expel him, but only managing to increase his delight as she massaged him when he kept all but an inch and a half steadfastly inside her. He ran one hand up along her spine, feeling her twitch under his fingers, while keeping a firm grip on her hips. Her hair tickled his fingers as he wound some of her dark mass of curls around his fist. He curled the silky softness around his hand, enjoying the feel.
Max gasped and cried out as he suddenly yanked back on her hair, pulled her back and slammed forward into her at the same time. Fire and pleasure washed through her along with the shockwave of his pelvis colliding with her ass and she had a hard time catching herself, but she needn’t have bothered as he started a push and pull at her to drive himself in and out of her. He grunted and growled above her as he reveled in his dominance of her with hard, powerful thrusts that speared her core. She didn’t like being dominated, used, but she didn’t have the strength to resist him, as he abandoned her hair and reached around for a handful of her breast. Whether it was instinct, anger or pure defiance, she wasn’t sure what made her switch from simply bracing herself against his assault to pushing back to meet him. Her mind screamed that it was insanity, she was spurring him on, but it was as if she had lost control of her body faster than her mind and just couldn’t rein it in.
494 stopped fighting the animal that had been brought to life in him. He slammed into her again and again and again with wild abandon, pulling her onto and pushing her off of him until she found the rhythm to match him. He released her hip to take both her breasts into his hands, feeling the firm flesh compact even further under his flexing fingers, while he leaned over her to nip and suck at her neck and shoulder. He breathed in her intoxicating scent, tasted the salt of her sweat and growled his desire against her skin as he felt his nuts start to boil with the need for release sparking a new battle. He wanted to keep doing what he was doing, it felt really, really good, but at the same time every instinct told him to fill her with his seed, to claim her as mate and have her bare his children. Sweat stung his eyes and his balls actually started to ache with the need for release, but he had never had sex like this before, everything was so alive and vivid and thrillingly chaotic and he wasn’t ready for it to end, so he just kept thrusting.
Max grunted as she absorbed the fury of his thrusts, her mind swirling as she felt both revulsion and contradictory enjoyment at his raw masculine possession of her. His hands, lips and sex presented her with both pain and pleasure and she found herself drawn to the wild, animalism of it all as she felt an orgasm start to build at her core fueled by the fiery friction of his long, thick shaft traversing her tight, flexing channel. Her breathing was becoming erratic and she felt lightheaded, the entire situation becoming surreal. Her blood pounded in her ears as her body shook with the tension growing inside her and the wet slap of his flesh colliding with hers. The voice in her head continued to scream that if he came she’d get pregnant and pleaded that she needed to find a way to avert that catastrophe. The remnants of conscious thought she still possessed wholly agreed, but she just could find any way to achieve that goal and God help her, what he was doing felt so damn good.
Their rhythm faltered as they became overwhelm and he slid out of her with an angry snarl. He immediately tried to slam back into her, but he missed the mark and his dick head slid through her folds and up along the crack of her ass. His next thrust was high too and Max’s eyes widened as he pressed against her asshole for a moment before realizing his mistake. A desperate idea crystalized in her scrambled brain. It was revolting, disgusting, abhorrent and something she hadn’t done before and there was little guarantee that it would even work, but she had to try. It was still preferable to the fate that was rapidly approaching if she didn’t. She looked over her shoulder, grunting as he found her entrance once more and drove into her. She steadied her breathing and mustered all her will as she fought the wave of delight that accompanied the journey of his thick, long shaft from her entrance to her core. She couldn’t stop herself from matching his next few powerful strokes as she garnered the strength to try her desperate plan.
He growled again, a dangerous, feral rumble when she deliberately pulled away from him and he slipped out of her again. He gripped her hair and twisted her head painfully while grabbing her hip as he bent close over her and tried to reinsert himself. She fought him, deliberately lowering her ass so that his thrusts went high and sent him along the crack of her ass and across the starfish pucker of her asshole. He bellowed his disapproval and wrenched her head back, hard, making her hiss in pain as he drew her face next to his. “Stop that! You’re mine. I… Want… I need to fuck your tight pussy… You won’t deny me!” he growled with menace between panted breaths, into her ear, his hard chest heaving against her back, his fingers biting into her flesh as he tried to hold her in position. His eyes were wild, and his skin blazed against hers, the sweat running off them both only a lubricant and not a coolant.
Max gritted her teeth and continued to fight him, using the pain of his grip on her hair and hip to galvanize her thought, even as her back arched with a jolt of electricity when his aim went low and he brushed across her, exposed, and buzzing clit. She was starting to breath hard again as they struggled, she needed him angry, needed some way to break through the obvious fog of animal lust that had descended on him, to speak to the ego of the man. She hissed again as he bit at her neck and shoulder and she was almost sure he had drawn blood as she continued to thwart him. “Dammit, bitch! Listen to me… Let me have what’s mine!” he screamed and she could hear the rage in his tone, the desperation that warned her that he was at the edge, that she was rapidly pushing him to the point of perpetrating true violence to get what he wanted.
It was now or never. She reached up and behind her to roughly grab the scruff of his neck and pull his head to hers. Her arm shook with the strain, but she managed it. “You want what’s yours? What you’ve won, already taken, or do you want something that no one else has ever had, given to you as a true prize?” she asked him, her tone part challenge, part seduction, forcing his head to turn, for his eyes to meet hers and she dug her nails into his skin to try and grab his attention further. His hips were still bucking, but it only drove his throbbing cock along the crease between her ass cheeks. He snarled and tried to reposition himself again. She resisted him, pressing her ass back and up to keep him where he was. She repeated her offer and finally he blinked. She decided to press the small advantage. “Fuck my ass, 949. Take me like no other man has taken me. Make me yours. Dominate me, use me. I won’t fight you… It’s… It’s your prize, your right. I’m yours. Go ahead, take what’s yours” She explained her offer, aiming to pull every string she could think of even as her body continued to betray her, her sex twisting and rubbing against itself on a layer of fresh, slippery cream, hungry to have his thick hardness to flex against.
494 could taste the copper / salt mix of her blood on his tongue and could see the crescent marks his teeth had left on her smooth shoulder. He wanted to pummel the stupid bitch underneath him into submission as she continued to deny him the wet, warm pressure of her sex and release for his aching balls. Her tone penetrated his fuzzy senses before her actual words. She was challenging him, but also offering him something, but it wasn’t quite enough to stop him from continuing to try and bury himself in her inviting furnace of her sex once more. He snarled as she countered him, keeping him trapped in the crack of her ass, the friction was still good, stimulating, but not what he wanted, not what every cell in his body screamed for. Her swollen lips moved and her words finally made sense and then she continued to make a suddenly very intriguing offer. The man and the animal in him struggled with each other and then merged as she let him go and stopped struggling beneath him.
She realized she had done all she could, he was either going to fall for it and do as she wanted or he wouldn’t. Her muscles shook with the effort of resisting him and she closed her eyes, she relaxed and let him go. All seemed for naught when he drove into her dripping slit once more and Max wanted to wail, but all she could do was moan as the friction and his thick length filling her still felt impossibly good and detestably right. He grasped her shoulder and pushed her down until all she could do was pillow her cheek from the cold, rough cement floor on her forearm. He thrust slowly, using short strokes, keeping himself buried in her snug confines, his thickness, pulsing against her walls, his pointed dickhead tap, tap, tapping at her cervix as if to ask entrance for his seed. She felt tears squeeze from the sides of her tightly closed eyes as she as she surrendered to the inevitable and its consequences.
She wasn’t fighting him, her body relaxed and compliant, bent to his will and to his needs. Being inside her again was absolutely wonderful and he kept his pace slow. His cock throbbed against her tight embrace and the friction of his length shifting inside her went electric waves creeping up along his spine and down to pool in his boiling nuts. For, the moment, he had control again, yet, he had no intension of stopping. His actions, his brutality, had surprised and shocked him, but he didn’t want to stop. The man in him wanted the beautiful dark haired woman as much as the animal did, maybe even more. He luxuriated in it, in the feel of her, but her offer continued to echo in his mind. The animal wasn’t in control anymore, but neither was the man exactly as he continued to slide in and out of her while he buried his nose in her hair inhaling her intoxicating scent and let his hand caress the silky smooth skin of her shoulder and back. She was a magnificent prize, but his ego continued to whisper that there was more to be had. She made a small sound as he pulled out of her.
Max’s eyes snapped open when he suddenly withdrew from her and his weight lifted. She flinched uncontrollably when his dickhead touched the rosebud of her asshole, but immediately pressed back again, lest he change his mind. “I’ll have what’s mine, all of it!” she heard him announce from above her and then he was thrusting with a drawn out, ragged grunt. The tight ring of her sphincter resisted him for a moment, his cock stalled as he was unable to make headway, but then Max screamed, her head snapping up as he overcame the ring of straining muscles and he lanced an agonizing trail of fire into her virgin bowels. Her rear channel flexed and twisted in an instinctive attempt to turn back his assault and she wanted to pull away from him, get him out of her, but instead she braced herself to let him drive deeper and his crotch slammed into her buttocks. She blinked, panting and without thought squirmed as she tried to process the flaming uncomfortable sensations of him invading her ass and trying to adjust to the reality of it.
She squirmed and he circled his hips to grind against her firm ass and stir the incredibly sheath of her rear. “Christ! She is so fucking tight and hot” he thought with enjoyment and awed appreciation. She throbbed hotly around him, her flexing, rippling flesh a delicious massage along his entire length. 494’s eyes were half-lidded as pleasure washed through him and he groaned and let his head loll back as he started to rock his hips. The pleasure of her ass around him multiplied as he started to slide in and out of it and he incrementally increased his range of motion to increase the length of his strokes. He vaguely heard her whimper and groan, but it meant nothing to him as he lost himself in the sensation of, as she had said, taking her as no other man had. No matter how she felt about it, she was truly his because she would remember him as her first in this respect. He started to move faster, adding more impetus to his thrusts and her whimpers and moans became grunts, but she did not resist him, keeping her word and giving herself to him.
Max hurt, and she couldn’t keep whimpers from slipping from her lips as he started to move inside her before she had acclimatized to his presence. His cock made her feel uncomfortably full and her violated flesh complained with stinging, bursts of fire and pain and every fiber of her being wanted to fight, to expel him, but she forced herself to remain compliant, letting him pull and push at her hips as he used her back entrance. She prayed that it would all be worth it. The pain dropped to a continuous, throbbing ache as she either became accustomed to his pounding length and thickness or her nerves simply became numb, she couldn’t tell and thankfully didn’t care. She started to grunt with effort through her gritted teeth as she absorbed the shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with her ass as his cock blazed into her gut again and again. She started to rock back onto him, meeting his thrust in an attempt to speed things up and possibly end her ordeal.
She hated it, but despite everything, her own need had not subsided and still churned at her core, hot and pulsing and unrelenting. She resisted, but as his hand found her neck again and he pushed her down, she was able to free one of her hands, which snuck to her crotch. Max let two and then a third finger delve into her channel, to caress her intimate recesses while she sent sparks cascading from her clit by grinding on it with the heel of her palm. She moaned as she could feel him against her finger, filling and stretching her back channel again and again. She worked harder at stimulating her clit, trying to find her release as much as he was, making the attempt to bury her disgust and discomfort in pleasure of her own making. She felt a wave of shame when his thrusts and her stimulation merged and what he was doing no longer felt uncomfortable, but actually quite the opposite.
494’s heart pounded against his ribs and his chest burned as he started to pant in order to suck in enough air to fuel his pumping hips. His strokes became faster and harder, but shorter as he felt his balls tighten even further and his need for release grew more and more urgent. He let the animal take its head, let it revel in the satisfaction of its need as he jackhammered into her. He clutched and squeezed the firm, warm globes of her breasts, using them to pull her into him even though she was rocking back to meet him. Her grunts became whines and soft cries as he fucked her hard and fast, animal sounds rolling and stuttering from his mouth to mix with the wet slap of his flesh slamming into hers. He felt every iota of energy arching and pooling in his loins and then a roar started to bubble up from his throat. He went even faster, the tension in his nuts growing and then the roar burst from his mouth and into the small cell as a shudder went through him and he exploded inside her. Energy lashed out across his nerves carrying the bliss of release with it, making his muscles tense and relax in rapid, erratic succession causing him to shudder as he bucked into her.
Max bit her lip as he pounded her even faster and the he slammed forward and she felt the hot splashes of his seed being pumped into her bowels. Her ass clenched around him in response. His hips continued to buck, pressing himself firmly against the taut curves of her buttocks and his fingers clutched at her shoulders. She ground and rolled her clit hard and then let out a sharp cry as the stimulation pushed her over the edge. Her sex clenched and flooded around her fingers as she shuddered and climaxed. The release felt good, a balm to the abuse she had been subjected to, sending tremors through her along with powerful pulses of delight, but it was somehow hollow as her sex twisted, flexed and rippled against her fingers and itself instead of something male and virile. His shaft was still hot and hard inside her ass and she could hear him breathing hard above her, his body tense and his crotch cemented to her buttocks. She blinked as she tried to catch her own breath and ride the electric waves of her orgasm.
The wild energy of his climax wreaked delightful havoc across his system, making his blood pound in his ears to the beat of his racing heart, his world going blurry behind his wide open eyes and his muscles twitching. The force of his orgasm finally ran its course taking his strength with it and he collapsed on top of her back. He feels her start to buckle under his dead weight and shifted to the side, taking her over with him. They both grunted and then groaned with the impact when their sides hit the cold concrete. Max lay still, with her eyes closed as echoes of her climax played across her nerves and she felt his chest press into her shoulder blades as he breathed deep. His skin was hot against hers in contrast to the cold, rough cement and despite the fire in her lungs, she found herself holding her breath because he was still hard and throbbing in her abused rear.
Despair began to grow inside her as she started to believe that her sacrifice and degradation had been for nothing and that his drive for reproduction had not fallen for her trick. But, then, slowly, she felt him start to deflate. She let out a heavy sigh of relief and gratefully gave in to the energy drain of her climax and ordeal to go completely limp. She continued to cup and lightly massage herself without really meaning to as she let her legs stretch out, muscles complaining while he remained pressed against her back and buttocks. She didn’t even care or try to stop him as he reached around and fondled her breast and nuzzled at her shoulder with warm, wet lips with strangely intimate gentleness.
With, his climax inside of her, the fog of lust and need dissipated and 949 returned to himself. His ass twitched and he sucked in a sharp breath as his dick started to shrink and the tight sheath of her back entrance slid along his sensitized, retreating shaft in slow increments. He couldn’t believe he had done that to her. He didn’t think he was that kind of guy, but there was something about her and, God help him, it had felt so damn right. He reached over her and lightly cupped and then fondled the firm globe of her breast while he nuzzled and kissed her shoulder, tasting the salt of sweat and trying to salve the bite mark he had left behind. He breathed in the heady scent that had driven him wild before, now mixed the clinging perfume of sexual satisfaction. His dick actually twitched, straining to find strength, but it was depleted and continued to subside. He didn’t know what to say, he could apologize, but he wouldn’t mean it and she’d know he didn’t. So, when he slipped out of her he rolled away from her and onto his back to finish the job of catching his breath.
When he slipped out of her, she groaned and involuntarily squirmed and clenched her ass, because although she knew he wasn’t, she could still feel him inside her. She flinched when his fingertip lightly grazed her back. His slippery semen and his echo felt weird in her ass and she groaned softly as the dull throbbing ache returned to her abused and no-longer-virgin rear channel. She finally drew her knees to her chest, closed her eyes and curled into a fetal ball to ignore his continued presence and just try to process it all.
494 sat up, fighting the relaxed lethargy of satiation that pervaded his body. He looked over at her curled up form and felt a twinge of guilt as he noticed the bite mark and bruises he had left on her smooth skin. He got up and pulled up his boxers and fatigues before retrieving his t-shirt. “Errrrrr… Are you okay?” he asked awkwardly as he hovered over her prone form. “Fuck off.” She swore at him without opening her eyes. “Right.” He acknowledged, but took the blanket off her bunk and draped it over her before heading to the door. He banged on the door until the guard arrived. “I’m done here.” She heard him say, followed by a ribald comment from the guard which he had the good graces not to acknowledge. She opened her eyes to see that he had the decency to slip out of her cell as soon as the door was open wide enough and not let the guard peer inside.
Max thought of dragging herself up onto her bunk, but instead, clutched the blanket he had draped over her closer and decided to sleep right where she was. Her body ached, and muscles complained with the promise of stiffness in the morning and no what she did, she could still feel the ghost of him inside her. She tried not to dwell on it and sort out the one positive she could find. She was at least relieved to feel that the nagging sexual itch that accompanied her heat cycle, which in the past had lasted from between three and five days, seemed to have been scratched. It scared her to think what it might have been like if it had remained and she had to go out onto the base where there were scores of unavoidable X5 males about, or worse yet, to have to explain herself to her Manticore captors and give them another way to exploit her. A moment later the lights abruptly went off leaving her in darkness and with a promise to herself that she would kick his Smart Alec ass again the next time she saw him, she drifted off to exhausted sleep.
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