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Supernatural: Soulless Sam and the Virgin	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Souless Sam and the Virgin
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Soulless Sam and the Virgin:
Sam was laughing as he was thrown into the cell. A slight burn bruised his cheekbone. Blood was seeping out of his nose and ran over his lips so that as he laughed, blood stained his teeth with red tinged saliva.
The tone of the echo caused by his footfalls testified to the small size of his prison. His chuckling didn't stop when the momentum of the push threw him into the opposite wall. The door slammed shut and locked.
He wasn't too concerned. He knew he would get out of this situation with relative ease. Not that he was aware of the reason for his lack of anxiety but it was the absence of his soul that made thinking his way out of problems substantially easier. Emotions have a way of muddying the waters.
The chuckling abated and he took in his surroundings with an indifferent and analytical air. An old light bulb hung from a wire and cast a feeble glow to the space. The four walls were formed from moldy concrete that had seen years of neglect and dripping water. The concrete floor was damp and gritty. Wedged in the far corner was a stained and slightly ripped thin mattress sitting on the floor.
Sam wiped the blood from his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. He thought about what he was up against. He had left Samuel and his group of hunters to investigate a dragon that had taken up residence in a small town. Samuel was the one who figured out the disappearances could be attributed to a dragon even though there hadn't been a sighting of one in hundreds of years. The team wanted nothing to do with it and preferred to pursue other monsters to torture. Sam decided to go check it out on his own.
He was after the gold he knew he would find in the lair of the dragon. It would yield some much needed funds for the team to stock up on weapons and ammunition. He figured he could handle it on his own. The plan was to get in and out undetected. The plan had failed.
He chuckled again, this time a bit louder. The deep sound reverberated through the murky air.
“Hello?”
A meek worried female voice drifted down from above him.
Sam looked up and noticed a rusted grate about 36 inches square near the back corner of the ceiling.
“Yeah?” he asked walking over; trying to get a glimpse of the person beyond the grate.
“Um, are you a good guy?” The voice came back.
“Could you elaborate on that?” Sam shot back. He could make out half a face with long dark hair hanging around it.
“I mean, are you with him?”
Sam gestured at the room around him which indicated his very obvious lack of freedom.
“If I were, would I be in here?”
“I guess not.” She answered blushing.
“How long have you been here?” He asked without really caring.
“I dunno. I was walking through the park at night and then I woke up here. Can you get me out?”
The grate was slightly over eight feet off the ground but at 6'4”, Sam could reach it easily.
“Lemme see, hold on.” He said reaching up and pushing firmly against the rusted metal bars.
The grate yielded and he pushed it through and to one side.
“Got it. Can you fit through?” He called up to her.
Her faced peeked back down and she nodded fearfully. She was clearly concerned about dropping eight feet to the concrete floor beneath.
Her brown Asian eyes were so dark that they looked almost black. Long silky jet hair hung down around her pale oval face.
Sam reached both hands up. “Don't worry, I won't let you fall.” He was slightly impatient to be done with this distraction so he could get back to figuring out an escape plan.
“Ok. Please be careful!” She whimpered as she sat on the edge and started easing her way down feet first.
Sam clasped her calves and as she dropped lower, he walked his hands up her body supporting her weight easily with his powerful muscled arms. When he got to her waist he brought her gently down to the floor in front of him.
She looked up at him; her expression was one of gratitude combined with trepidation at the sight of this giant, very attractive man.
Sam figured that she couldn't be more than 5'6” and she was tiny. Her hair draped over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She had on a dirty college sweatshirt, jeans and Converse tennis shoes.
He made a mental note that he'd probably fuck the shit out of her given the opportunity but he wasn't necessarily expecting it from this timid creature. Besides, he had ample opportunity to fuck his pick of women whenever the urge struck him.
“So who is that guy?” She asked her face dropping as she looked around the cell, realizing that things weren't much better in this one than they had been in the one above.
“He's a dragon.” Sam stated matter-of-factly.
Her eyes snapped back to him. “What?!”
“Yeah, he's a dragon. Your standard, run of the mill, gold hoarding, virgin blood seeking dragon.”
“A dragon? Seriously?” She asked incredulously. This guy is a nutcase, she thought to herself.
“You were expecting scales and wings and fire breathing, right?” Sam was blasé. She looked at him without speaking; waiting for the crazy that was about to rain down on her from this massive emotionless stranger who was undoubtedly insane.
“Yeah well they look like people when they're in small spaces. You know, giant lizards don't really do close quarters so well.” Sam said
“Did you say virgin blood? Because he cut my hand and tasted the blood then he smiled and left the cell.” She was starting to become more concerned. She didn't, for one minute think that this guy and her captor were monsters but clearly they were delusional psychopaths.
“So I'm guessing you're a virgin, right?”
“That's kind of personal.” She said looking slightly pissed.
“Damn, what are you? Like 23? 24? You've seriously never had sex?” Sam asked looking down at her small frame with a doubtful expression. “...So you're one of those straight edge Christian chicks, right?”
“No.” She answered irritated. “I just haven't found the right guy. Plus I have two big brothers that have always chased guys away. Besides what difference does it make?” She looked sheepishly away.
“Well, you're kind of fucked then, if you'll pardon the expression.” Sam said with indifference. He went back to searching around the room to see if there was anything he could use to get out of the cell or disable the dragon.
“W-what do you mean?” She was starting to get freaked out. This person or thing that had imprisoned her could tell she was a virgin by sight and that definitely didn't sound like it was just some ordinary guy.
Sam grunted as he lifted the mattress to look underneath. “Basically, he's going to bleed you dry.”
“Um... so... what do I...? What happens next? Can you like save me or something?”
“Like a knight in shining armor?" Sam chuckled again as he set the mattress back down. "Sorry, I left my white horse and sword in the car.” he told her continuing his search.
“So, if I wasn't a virgin then he wouldn't hurt me?”
“Well he wouldn't bleed you anyway. I don't know about anything else.” Sam said without looking at her.
“Um, well this is awkward. I didn't think I'd ever hear myself saying this but, would you... well... devirginize me?”
Sam laughed out loud. He looked back over at her. “Like right now? Are you serious?”
“Well... yeah, I guess. It'll give me better odds of surviving this, right?” She asked looking anxious.
Sam figured What the hell? Why not? He walked over to her. “Well, I am a gentleman, I suppose I would have to oblige.” he said raising his eyebrows and smiling wickedly.
When she looked up at him as he towered over her, it was clear she was deadly serious.
“Ok, let's do this.” He said coldly and walked over to the mattress. He took off his flannel shirt revealing his muscled chest and six pack abs. Her breath was taken away as she gazed at the perfection of him.
Sam started unbuttoning his jeans. “How do you want it?”
She hadn't moved from her spot. “I... I dunno. What's the best way?”
“Well the best way is probably if you came over here.” He said dropping his jeans.
His dick was only half hard but it was already pretty huge. Not that she had a whole lot to compare it to.
He licked his palm and grabbed his cock; stroking it to get harder. He raised his eyebrows looking at her expectantly. The look on his face said Well?...Let's get on with this.
She tried not to look but couldn't take her eyes off of his growing erection as she approached him fearfully.
“And you might wanna take off your jeans.”
“Oh right. Sorry.” She blushed furiously as she shyly began undoing her jeans. “Should I take my shirt off?”
“I'd prefer it.” Sam said.
“Yeah, of course. Ok.” She slowly pulled her sweatshirt off as she approached him. Her pale skin looked almost iridescent in the semi darkness. Her breasts were small but not too small.
“Ok... good. Now the pants.” He said trying to be encouraging. She was cute but virgins hardly made for good sex.
She slid off her worn tennis shoes and eased her jeans down; pushing them off over her feet. She was in front of him and face to face with his chiseled chest and rippling abs. He had stopped stroking himself and his now fully erect penis was just centimeters away
Sam tried to sound gentle. “Ok, now the panties.” He said cajoling her.
She looked more worried as she bashfully stepped out of her white cotton panties.
She stood in front of him looking like she was facing an executioner and not knowing what to do next.
Sam sat down on the mattress facing her. “Ok, I'm going to touch you now. Are you ok with that?” He asked looking up at her.
She nodded clasping her hands in front of her trying to use her arms to cover her breasts. Her brow was furrowed in anxiety.
He reached up and let his fingers explore between her legs. She was dripping wet. She was reluctant, but not that reluctant. Sam smiled knowingly.
She let out a gasp and her face flushed. She had used her own fingers before but seeing this super hot guy looking up at her hungrily and feeling his rough hands rubbing her clit made for an entirely different experience. Her knees started to buckle.
“Here, lay down.” Sam patted the mattress with one vary large hand. His shoulder length shaggy hair hung over his shining eyes.
“Ok” She whispered as she kneeled on the edge of the mattress and laid down on her back rigidly.
Sam turned towards her. He ran his fingers down between her breasts. He stroked her slowly like one would an injured animal. She inhaled and held it as though breathing would mean she was enjoying herself and this, after all, was just a means to an end.
His fingers traveled downwards to her slender milky thighs which were locked tightly together. “Easy now,” he whispered, “Just relax.”
“Do you have to look? And do all this touching stuff?” She asked trembling.
“I don't have to look but I want to prepare you a little. You don't want to have me just slam into you.”
The idea of this gorgeous man slamming his dick into her made her legs relax and her heart rate skyrocket.
Sam slid his hand between her thighs and then spread his fingers to open her legs wider. He let the palm of his hand cup her pussy and massage her warm juices around. He couldn't believe how wet she was. Yeah, she's been needing this for awhile, he thought.
“I'm going to put in one finger, ok?” He asked softly.
She nodded fearfully and held her breath.
His palm rested against her swollen flesh as he curled one very long finger to enter her. It glided in easily. She gasped again but this time it ended with a moan. Her almond shaped eyes closed and her hips tilted upwards as his finger sunk deep into her. With his other hand he softly squeezed one of her nipples. Her body writhed with pleasure in response. He manipulated her expertly like a musician finesses a fine instrument.
Sam swallowed hard. It was getting more difficult to be patient because he really did want to slam into her.
He moved to kneel between her legs. “Are you ready?”
Still not breathing she nodded but snapped her knees together.
“Ok, but you're gonna want to breathe.” He told her. He used both hands to gently pry her legs apart. She let him and he looked down at her glistening wet pussy. His heart began to pound in his chest.
She breathed out through pursed lips as he grasped his erection and positioned it right at her opening. “This is your last chance to back out.” He told her. “You really want me to do this, right?
She nodded and he started to ease himself in slowly. She could feel the ridge of the head of his dick moving into her inch by inch. Just when she thought he couldn't possibly go further, he pushed in another couple of inches. Her muscles tightened and she went back to holding her breath.
She was clamping down on him like a vice. It took every ounce of willpower Sam had to keep his progression as slow as possible as he supported himself over her with his arms. He didn't need her screaming out.
He felt the delicate membrane that gave slightly as the tip of his cock nudged it. “I'm gonna have to push a little harder now, ok?”
She nodded still holding her breath; her eyes shut tightly
“You're seriously gonna have to breathe before you pass out.” Sam said not moving.
She inhaled deeply and before she could exhale completely, Sam stabbed into her, tearing the fragile skin. She let out a small yelp in pain.
“Uhhhhh” he groaned feeling the engulfing tightness of her when he was fully inside.
Ok, this isn't too bad, she thought when he stopped moving. Then he started to slide back out and she felt the drag of his dick as her muscles tugged against his withdrawal.
“Ok, it's done.” He said through panting breaths as he was pulling out of her.
“But, aren't you supposed to cum?” She asked suddenly not wanting him to stop.
He stopped moving. “Well, I don't have to. You're already not a virgin anymore.” He said without emotion.
“I know... but...” She said haltingly.
Before she could finish the thought Sam drove back into her. His cock stretched her open viciously while he looked into her eyes. The look of cold determination on his face sent a shiver down her spine. This was no longer about saving her life; he was doing this for his own benefit.
Sam supported himself on his elbow beside her head and kept moving into her as he reached his other hand beneath her knee and hiked it up. She lifted both legs around his powerful hips as he plunged in as deep as he could and pulled back out again. Her tender muscles shrieked in agony and she could feel his erection filling her completely. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Sam closed his eyes and growled as he pushed into her. His strokes increased in speed.
She moaned in pain and was surprised when that didn't stop him. He had seemed so gentle before.
Sam had heard her but didn't care. She'll get into it, he thought ...and if she doesn't? ...the fuck do I care? She asked for this.
He continued jerking into her soaking pussy feeling the orgasm beginning to build within him.
She cried out, startling him. At first he thought her cry was in pain but as she dug her nails into his back her legs tightened around him. She was bucking her hips into him and starting to shudder towards orgasm. “Oh my god!” she shouted feeling the sensations rolling up through her body.
Her muscles milked his cock and on the next thrust Sam unloaded hot jets of his cum deep into her.
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