Among the Strong
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marysuevirusTitle: Among the Strong
Chapter Five: To Complicate Matters
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. Haley belongs todazzledfirestar Morgan belongs toginevra Roxxy belongs tonanaeanaven Jehnna belongs to silverfox_chan and Dare belongs to me. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from dazzledfirestar .
Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
The day was just getting weirder by the moment. It had started with the news that three teams had seemingly disappeared without a word or a trace. That had moved into facing down four super-charged women who called themselves the horsemen. That had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions. The last thing she remembered about that fight was getting slammed with some kind of blast. When she'd woken, she'd found herself in a bed that wasn't her own. In underwear that were not hers. With a man who wasn't hers.
Waking up in Warren's arms had been something of a trip. Not a bad trip. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way the man looked. But the arms that should have been around her were Remy's. Weird had piled on when Warren had woken and there'd been a look in his eyes that she knew well enough. It was a look that should have been reserved for Jehnna. But Jehnna hadn't been there. And Morgan had found her eyes wandering in directions they shouldn't have gone. And when he'd opened his mouth to say something, she'd tried to distract them both by throwing herself from the bed to investigate their surroundings.
She'd barely gotten anywhere when some kind of door had opened and let these four really fucked up looking things into the room. They'd demanded both she and Warren follow them and hadn't taken no for answer. There was a stinging burn on her thigh that attested to that. The things had forced her and Warren out of the room and up a hall. Into another room, in which they now stood. A room that made her brain hurt.
There was a clear room inside the main room. And there was a bed inside that clear room. Just a bed. It had purple sheets and plump pillows at what was supposed to be the head. On one side of the bigger room was what looked like examination tables and various pieces of medical equipment and she really did not want to think about those. The other side of the room held computer equipment. And a freaky looking dude with dark hair and white skin and... She blinked. He was smiling at them. And it was creepy as shit. Without realizing it, she inched closer to Warren.
"Finally," the man said. There was a feel of malicious glee in that one word. "My toys have arrived. The day's events may begin. Mr. Worthington, if you would be so kind as to escort Miss Lafavre inside." One hand motioned to the box while another tapped at a button on the console before him. A glass door slid into the floor, leaving an opening to the glass room exposed.
"I'm not going in there," Morgan whispered, shifting even closer to Warren. That bed told her everything she needed to know and she wasn't going to be a part of it. Maybe once, a long time ago. But that was before Remy. How could she even think of betraying him like that?
"What ever is the problem, Miss Lafavre? Cold feet? From someone as... wanton as you?" The pause and the way the freak said wanton made it sound like he'd meant on saying slutty or whorish. Something about that didn't sit well with her. "Please, do go on. This will be the opportunity of a lifetime for you. A free pass to fornicate without judgement."
"No," she replied, voice a little louder. She felt Warren tense, then he turned so that he could put a hand on her shoulder. When she looked at him, there was apology in his eyes. And sadness masked his face. "I'm not going in there. I'm not betraying Remy."
"Do you think your much loved thief would deny himself a chance to sample the pleasures of someone else out of misguided loyalty? Perhaps, even now, he has already found someone to replace you."
"You're a liar," she got out, though her words felt stiff and off.
The freak simply stared at her a few seconds longer, then turned to Warren. "Mr. Worthington. Please." His free hand motioned to the cube. "Or shall I enlist the aid of my goblins to convince you to do as you're told?"
The weird creatures that had brought them here shuffled closer. They made some kind of noise that made her think of snakes and spiders at the same time. Warren turned to face her, the sadness on his face sharper than just moments ago. His jaw clenched, then unclenched, as if he was fighting with himself. At last, he sighed. "Morgan. Do as he says. This is not something you want to fight him over. In fact, you don't want to fight at all. It won't mean anything good."
She wanted to argue with him. She wanted to plant her feet and stay right where she was. Well, technically, she wanted to go home. But something told her that was off the table. She knew, without understanding the full extent of how, that stepping into that box would change everything. She turned pleading eyes up to him. "Warren. Please."
Warren wrapped a hand around her arm and used it to push her forward a few steps. "Trust me, Morgan. I understand. But there isn't a choice here. You cannot deny Sinister. He'll find a way to make it happen. He'll get what he wants. Better you should give it to him by choice than he takes it by force." She didn't like the sounds of that any more than she liked the idea of having to step into that box. She shook her head. She had to try. She couldn't walk into that box. "I'm sorry, Morgan. I wish there was another way. There isn't. Please. Do as he says. I don't want to hurt you and Sinister isn't above making me hurt you to get you in that box. Just go. Please."
There was quiet desperation in his words. It was in his eyes as he stared at her. She risked a glance at the freak and found him watching them closely. His eyes glittered with intent. Morgan realized that Warren was not exaggerating. The freak, Sinister, would do whatever he needed to do to get his way. Did she want to find out what that entailed? No. She didn't want him to touch her. And she didn't want him to hurt Warren because of her. It seemed she didn't have much of a choice.
Morgan heaved a sigh and started forward. Warren kept his hand on his arm, walked at her side quietly. She wanted to ask him what Sinister wanted. But she didn't. She really didn't think she wanted to know. A shiver rolled down her spine when they passed through the opened doorway. They'd barely made it three steps into the glass box before the door was sliding back up into place.
She turned, staring at Warren warily. She refused to look at the other person in the room because she didn't want to see the leering expression on his face. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Warren smiled, a small and soft thing that she found oddly attractive. Not that it should have been odd. He was very easy on the eyes. She just hadn't let her brain wander down that path because he and Jehnna had been a couple for as long as she and Remy had. And she was happy with Remy. It didn't hurt that she had Dare and Logan on the side. But it was always Remy for her. "First, you need to relax. Nothing is going to happen until you've calmed down," Warren told her gently. His hands were kind when they urged her toward the bed.
The back of her legs touched the mattress, then Morgan found herself sitting on the bed. And she was staring up at Warren. Jesus, how had she never noticed just how pretty he was before? Soft blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes were just the crowning feature of a physically fit body. He was lean, abs and pecs defined from years of activity. She wondered if that was all because of flying or if he worked out on top of it. His face was all angles that were perfectly symmetrical, with a pair of lips that looked like they'd been made for sin. Hell, all of him looked like it had been made for sin. And there was a place deep inside of her that was very much into the idea of sinning with him.
Warren was watching her with a heated gaze, something he'd never turned her way before. She found it equal parts intoxicating and frightening. A voice at the back of her head kept telling her that there was something odd about this whole situation. She was having thoughts about him that she wouldn't normally be having. And, if the way he was acting and reacting, was anything to go by... Warren was in the same boat.
She let her gaze slide down his body, taking in every last inch of his physique. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, an unconscious reaction to the sight of him nearly naked and whatever it was that had her body all twisted up with growing need, drawing a groan from him. Her gaze flicked up to his face to find that his eyes were closed and there was a faint grimace on his face. She let her eyes slip down again, this time stopping at the obvious swell of his erection. It strained against the material of his underwear and the sight of it, of his obvious arousal, send hunger rushing through her.
Morgan couldn't resist leaning forward and rubbing her cheek against his hard cock.
"Morgan." Warren's voice was a plea and a caress all at the same time. He was begging her to stop. Begging her to go on. Stroking her hunger higher with the husky quality building in his throat.
Her hands lifted to the waistband, tugged at the elastic until it peeled away from his skin. Then she dipped one hand inside, closing her fingers around the hot, hard length of his cock. Warren groaned again, louder this time. Hungrier. Her other hand made quick work of his boxer-briefs, shoving them down until they were around his ankles. There was a moment's hesitation before she leaned in and took the head of his erection into her mouth.
"Fuck!' Warren hissed, hands reaching up to curl into her hair. She slid down the length of his erection until she'd fit all of it into her mouth. Morgan held him there a moment, then swallowed around him. He cursed again and pulled away. "Not this first time, Morgan," he told her. "The first time with you, I don't plan on coming in your mouth."
She shuddered at the lust in his voice. At the unbridled need. He wanted her. She didn't quite understand it. But he wanted her. That knowledge sent a thrill of desire running through her veins. She pulled back to look up at him. The blue of his eyes had darkened. "Where do you plan on coming?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper.
"Take your clothes off and let me show you ," he responded. His legs moved as he obviously kicked his underpants away. His hands were already reaching for the sports bra. "I want to see you naked, Morgan."
Her head was spinning with desire. It was so heady and thick, clinging like a vine. She had a moment to think that wasn't natural. But that moment flew out of her head when Warren pulled her arms up over her head so he could drag the bra over her head. When the offending article was gone, she climbed up onto the bed, standing in the center of it so he got a clear view as she eased the panties she wore over her hips and guided them down her legs. They went over the edge with the kick of one foot so that she stood naked before him.
"Goddamn it, Morgan," Warren cursed. Then he was there, urging her down onto the mattress. Not onto her back, but onto her hands and knees. She looked at him over her shoulder, wiggled her ass in his face. That earned her a look that promised a whole lot of pleasure. Warmth flooded her, made her wonder again what was happening here.
Then Warren was sinking into her and the thought flew away. The only thing she was aware of was the way his body stretched hers as he slid deep. Fuck, it was good. So much better than she would have ever imagined. "My, my. Such a face of wanton pleasure," Sinister's voice said, sounding very near to where she was. Morgan refused to open her eyes. She didn't want to see if he was standing by the cage. Didn't want to see if he was leering at her. "Obviously your desires cannot be satisfied by a single man. Doesn't it feel good to allow yourself this forbidden pleasure?"
His words brought a flash of guilt. She shouldn't want this at all. She'd never sleep with a friend's partner like this. She found herself searching for the link. Searching for Remy. For Dare. For Logan. For Faye. There was nothing there. She couldn't feel any of them and that frightened her. It had been so long since she'd been alone in her own mind. It frightened her. Did that mean she was alone? Were the others dead? What was going on?
"This is wrong," she whispered.
"My dear, it has never been hard for any man to get what he wants from you. And there is nothing wrong with taking pleasure where you can." Sinister's voice wormed its way into her brain, a greasy, slimy thing that only added to her guilt. "Can you not see how perfectly you and Warren fit together? Why would you want to stay grounded and take a chance on someone like Remy when you could soar above the rest with Warren? Give in to the pleasure, child. Give in and let Warren help you fly."
Warren's hips hadn't stopped moving the whole time, his thrusts driving deep enough to see the embers of desire kindled into a roaring inferno that wouldn't be satisfied with nothing less than a mind-blowing orgasm. He leaned over her, his arms on either side of her body so that he was draped over her back. His wings shifted until they hung down around her, shielding her from Sinister's sight. "Listen to me, Morgan. Only me. Don't listen to anything but the sound of my voice."
She managed a nod but said nothing.
"You're beautiful, Morgan. So beautiful. You feel amazing wrapped around me. It feels like I could stay buried inside of you forever."
"Such a declaration, Warren. One might think you care for the girl. Of course, your sweet wife was never quite so eager to be as adventurous as Miss Lafavre has been. Such a shame," Sinister said.
The statement saw Warren's hips coming to a halt. For just a moment. Morgan had to think that he was having his own momentary crisis. She rocked her hips back into his, pressing his cock deeper. She felt him shudder around her, heard the soft shushing sound of his feathers rubbing against one another. It was enough. His hips moved again, this time with more speed than before.
Fuck, it felt good.
"More, Warren," Morgan whispered. She shifted one of her arms, let it slide between her body and the bed until it was between her thighs. Her fingers found the underside of his shaft, trailed its length until they found his balls. It took a little work, and a little contortion, until she could cup her hand around them. The sudden sensation saw him jerking forward. A groan rolled up his throat while he ground himself against her ass.
"Fuck," he hissed.
"Do you see what you could have had, Warren? What you should have had? A partner open to all you wish to explore. A woman with worldly knowledge who will be more than capable of pleasing you. Not some frightened, mewling kitten who can't even begin to know her own desires," Sinister prodded.
"Don't listen to him, Warren. Just me. This feels good. You feel good. Keep fucking me, Warren. Keep going. Don't stop," Morgan whispered, the hand cupping his balls rolling them gently. Her actions made him shudder. But his hips picked up their rhythm again. He started thrusting once more, his strokes slow and measured.
Morgan was limp beneath him. The heat of his body and the faint scent of his wings surrounded her. The pleasant drag of his flesh against hers as he stroked in and out sent sensation spiraling outward from where they were joined until she was awash in a building fire. She needed to come. Needed it like she needed her next breath of air. Her muscles tightened around his cock while her arms and legs trembled. Warren licked a stripe up her spine until his mouth ended up near her ear.
Come for me, Morgan. Do it. Let go and come," he whispered in her ear.
Shit. His voice was low and rough. She could hear his pleasure in it, hear it coiled through his words. And she could feel his need in the way his hips drove against her ass, the way his cock felt like it was trying to drill to the very center of her being. She took her hand away from his balls and moved it forward far enough to drag a pair of fingers over her clit.
The friction of her fingers, paired with the friction of Warren's thrusts, had her panting for breath while her body rocked into his. God, it was so good. Every inch of her tingled with the impending orgasm. She could feel it building. Her muscles were tightening up in preparation. The trembling had increased and her breath came in gasps that weren't nearly enough to fill her lungs.
"Come on, Morgan. Let go. Just let it go," Warren whispered. The sound of his voice, raspy need and groaning pleasure, saw her fingers jerking against her clit.The edge of her nail brushed it and that was all she needed. Every muscle in her body tightened down until she thought she'd shatter. Warren shoved into her hard. Her limbs were like rubber and she went sprawling into the mattress. Warren rode her down and continued to thrust.
Pleasure rushed over Morgan like a waterfall, sucking her under and into a deep pool that threatened to drown her. It was too much. Too much sensation and too much pleasure. She lay pinned to the mattress, her face turned to the side so she could gasp for breath.
Warren had shifted his wings, pulled them back so that the cool air could touch her overheated flesh. She felt him bring his legs up so that he knelt behind her on the mattress. His hands were there to draw her hips up again. One arm slid between her belly and the bed, holding her hips in the air. His free hand snuck between them and found her clit. Stroked it with rough fingers and rekindled the fire. Morgan drew a shuddering breath.
"Too much, Warren. Too much," she got out.
"Not yet. Morgan. I need you to come for me again," he told her. His voice was low, his breathing ragged. He was holding on by a thread. She could hear it. His fingers stroked her clit, rubbed it and tweaked it. "This time, I want you to fly for me."
His fingers pinched hard. She saw stars. And she flew.
~*~
There was nothing in the hallway to look at. It was plain and white. There were no doors. No windows. No sounds. One of the creatures scuttled closer to her, which saw her pressing even nearer the man with her. He put a hand on her shoulder to let her know he was there. Okay. There were some sounds. But they weren't good ones.
She frowned and wondered where the things were taking her. Her head hurt and she was maybe more than a little freaked out because she didn't know where she was and those things had just barged into the room she'd woken up in. And she wasn't even going to think about the weird feeling she got in her tummy every time she looked at her companion.
She'd recognized Sam the minute she'd looked at him. Of course she'd seen him around the school. He was part of the New Mutants and he was always polite whenever they crossed paths. She'd been relieved to find him in the room with her, despite the fact that he'd been in the bed with her. And then she'd caught herself really looking at him, kind of just staring at... well, all of him. She'd never really realized before that he was so pleasant on the eyes. Even just thinking of all those muscles and finely formed limbs was enough to see butterflies taking up residence in her stomach.
The hall ended at a set of double doors that they were forced to step through. If she thought the hall was bad, what lay beyond those doors was worse. It was a large, sterile looking area. One side looked like an operating room. The other side looked like Mission Control at the space center. In the center... It was a glass box. With a bed. Purple sheets marked the only real color in the whole room. Well, unless you counted the man standing in Mission Control.
She'd never seen anyone like him before. White skin. Dark hair. Some weird costume that looked like it had come off one of those make up wearing rock stars from the Seventies. She decided then and there that this had to be some kind of nightmare. Because this simply couldn't be real life.
"Welcome, Mr. Guthrie. Mrs. Worthington. I am so pleased that you accepted our invitation," the man said.
"You didn't really give us much of a choice," Sam said. His hand motioned to the burn mark on her thigh.
"Your creepy little... whatever it is did that," she snapped.
"Because you did not do as asked right away, Mrs. Worthington," the man said. His smile grew wider. If such a thing was even possible. It gave her the creeps. "Had you simply done as you were asked, there would have been no need for my goblin to harm you."
"Goblin?" she asked, her attention turning back to the... things. They didn't look like goblins. They looked like a nightmare made flesh.
"Yes. Goblin. Just a being of my creation," the man said. She watched as he tapped a button. This prompted a glass panel at the front of the cage to sink into the floor. "Now. Enough of that. In you go. Both of you."
"You expect me to go in there?" she asked. Her voice might have been a little higher than normal. But panic was starting to set in. She wasn't so naive that she didn't know what he had planned for them. You didn't put two strangers in bed together, in nothing but their underwear, without expecting certain activities from them. And she wasn't about to play that game. She had a husband to go home to. A family. She had no plans to betray her vows by letting Sam put his... No. It didn't matter that she thought he was really cute and her body maybe tingled with the need to feel those big hands on her...
"Yes. I do," the freak replied.
"Yeah. Fuck that," she shot back. She was in motion before she could even really think about what she was doing. What she knew was she was not going into that cube. She wasn't going to let this creepy asshole dictate what she was and wasn't going to do.
"Goblins." There was a sharp note in the freak's voice and then those things had surrounded her. Their hands touched her, leaving a fire burning under her skin. The pain was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She heard the slide of a drawer opening and closing. Then she heard the sound of footsteps on the floor. They were drawing nearer. She managed to lift her head and found that the freak was drawing nearer. "Well, well. I hadn't expected you to cause so much trouble, Mrs. Worthington. I guess that means I shall be forced to use another method to secure your cooperation."
She'd barely even parsed his sentence before he had one of her arms held in securely in one of his hands. The other hand appeared holding a syringe. She tried to struggle, but the goblin's hands tightened down and brought more pain. His hand tightened down and tugged at her arm. Just a little bit. The needle slid in without any resistance. She watched in fascinated horror as he pushed the plunger down. The liquid within the needle disappeared into her arm.
"What was that?" Sam's voice was behind her. She could heard the concern in it.
"Nothing to trouble yourself over," the freak responded. There was dark pleasure in his words. "As I said. It is merely something to ensure that Jehnna cooperates from this moment forward. I am slightly disappointed that I was forced to use alternate methods. I had hoped that you both would cooperate without forcing my hand. Ah, well. I guess it was inevitable. Young Jehnna never was the brains of the operation. Was she?"
She wanted to make a snappy comeback. Something that would make her team proud. But words seemed to have slipped away from her. In fact, her brain was starting to feel like it was little more than a fluffy cloud of cotton candy. And her muscles kind of felt like they'd turned into liquid. When the freak let go of her arm, it dropped uselessly to her side. She even swayed a little with the action.
"Release her," the freak ordered. The goblin things released their hold and stepped away. Her head was so cottony that she wasn't even really bothered by the sound of their retreat. She felt her body sway a little, and then a warm hand was on her shoulder to keep her upright. "Very good. Its already started working. Off you both go now. Into the box."
"C'mon, Jehnna. Let's get you off the floor." Sam's voice was soft in her ear. His hands slid into her armpits in order to get her to her feet. It kind of tickled, prompting a bit of a giggle. She couldn't help but think that Sam had to be really strong because her legs were useless and he just hauled her right up to stand beside him. One arm was around her back, hand resting on her waist. The places where his body touched hers all tingled with warmth. Her brain slid off into a sticky pile of images she had a hard time deciphering. All she knew was it felt good and she wanted it to last.
Together, the two of them crossed the floor. Jehnna did what she could to get her legs to work, to help Sam so he didn't have to drag her noodly body all over the place. She was only partially successful. But soon enough, Sam was easing her down into a sitting position on something soft. When he let her go, she kind of listed to the side a bit before falling backward to flop down onto the soft surface. She couldn't stop the giggle that rose up.
"Now, Mr. Guthrie," the freak said from... somewhere in the distance. "Do make sure you put on a spectacular show and prove to me that I did not make a mistake."
There was a soft sound but it wasn't important. Because Jehnna found herself staring up into Sam's face. How had she never noticed that there was a faint touch of grey in his eyes? It made the blue deeper. "You have pretty eyes, Sam," she told him, one hand somehow managing to find his thigh and settle there. "Oh. And so many muscles."
He gave her a faint smile, though it looked like it hurt him. She wondered at that. Then he reached out to run one of those big hands through her hair. She smiled, her eyes shutting as pleasure ran just under her skin. "You know what's gonna happen here, Jehnna? Right?"
She blinked at him. Did she know? She poked the puff of cloud that was her brain to see what would come out of it. After several seconds, she found what she hoped was the answer. "He wants us to get naked and have sex. Right?"
"That's right, Jehnna. I know you don't wanna do that because you love Warren. But I know Warren's gonna understand what happens. He ain't gonna hold this against you. Okay?"
Those words made her feel bad. She didn't want to do anything to hurt Warren. But the way Sam was talking, that was what would happen. She didn't like the idea of cheating on Warren. Wasn't there some way to get around it?
The question must have been in her eyes or on her face because Sam gave her another one of those smiles that looked like it hurt. She didn't like that look on his face. She managed to raise a hand and cup it to his cheek. "Don't be sad, Sam," she told him.
"I know you don't wanna do this. And I understand. But we ain't go any choice. This is what Sinister expects of us." His voice was low and quiet. Serious. She stared up at him, taking note of the way his lips moved when he spoke. How soft they looked. How kissable they looked. She suddenly wanted to feel them against her own. Maybe even on her skin. "I promise I won't hurt you, Jehnna. But you need to promise not to try anything like that again. You gotta behave. We'll find another way out. I promise that, too."
"Okay. I promise, Sam. I'll behave." She got her other hand up and put it on his other cheek. "I want you to kiss me, Sam. I think I need it." And she did feel like she needed it. Her body was on fire with need. The sound of his voice was a gentle caress to her senses. The way his skin felt against her palms saw heat blossoming in the pit of her stomach. The way he looked at her, all serious and gentle and sweet, had her pressing her thighs together. "Just touch me. Please? Kiss me."
He groaned in response to that, a sound that shot right to the very center of her. "Let's get more comfortable first." More comfortable? She was totally comfortable. But Sam's hands were there to help her sit up, then to help her move so that her head was cradled by one of the super thick, super soft pillows. And then he was kissing her. And... Oh. Wow.
Sam's lips were as soft and as kissable as she'd thought. The pressure against her lips was gentle and there was no tongue. But she could feel his hands stroking down her sides. When they rose up to where they'd started, they drifted just a little further inward. And that made her nipples tighten in response. In anticipation. What would his hands feel like on her breasts? His mouth? She wanted to find out. Desperately. She also wanted to know what he felt like.
She started with his shoulders, her hands gliding along the taut, slightly bronzed skin that covered them. She felt his muscles jump under her hands. Then they quivered. She dragged her nails against his skin, testing to see what kind of reaction that got. It earned her a soft groan against her lips and a palm settling over the swell of her breast. Even through the material of the sports bra, his touch was hot and electric. She arched her back into that touch. Sighed so that her mouth opened. Sam dipped his tongue inside.
Until that moment, Sam had kind of held his body above hers. But it lowered down on top of her when he slid his tongue into her mouth. And then she felt how hard he was. All those muscles pressed against the softness of her body were doing odd things to her brain. More than that, the press of his erection against her belly had her heart thumping in her chest, beating out a rhythm that was double its normal speed. And she could feel moisture gathering, her body's way of telling her that she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Her hands moved from his shoulders and slid down his back until she found the elastic at the waist of his underpants. Her fingers teased along the edge before she dipped them under. She settled her palms against the curves of his cheeks, taking satisfaction in the way they tightened under her touch. She tried to shove them down, but it was almost impossible to do with his groin pressed tight against hers. She made a sound of disgruntlement at the back of her throat.
He lifted his head, a faint laugh brushing the air around them. "Patience, Jehnna. We got time. Let me touch you first."
"No, Sam. I want you inside of me now," she pouted.
"Ah. There is a wanton little vixen inside of all that purity," Sinister's voice cut across them. Jehnna did her best to ignore him, but she couldn't quite stop the tension that filled her. One of Sam's hands stroked her side lightly even while he stared at her, his attention full and intent.
"Don't listen to him, Jehnna. Just think of me," Sam whispered. He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips before his mouth drifted away and trailed a line of light, teasing kisses along her skin. She writhed beneath him as he worked his way from the corner of her mouth to her breast. He kissed the corner of her mouth and the edge of her jaw. He nipped at the column of her throat. Licked the hollow there. Brushed tender caresses across her collar bone. Then covered her nipple and sucked at it through the material of the sports bra she'd woken up in.
Jehnna gasped, her back arching up to present him with more of her breast. The wet heat of his mouth felt so good against her nipple. And the need was growing, eclipsing her fear of their creepy captor. Pushing back the guilt that clung because she wanted someone other than Warren. The feel of his teeth closing around her nipple brought her away from her thoughts. Her body spasmed, flooding her with a liquid feeling that saw her relaxing back into the bed.
"There. That's good," Sam whispered. He lifted himself off of her so that he could rid her of the restrictive material of the bra. The panties went next, forgotten as soon as they were dropped over the side of the bed. She watched as he stripped his underpants off, freeing his erection to view. She couldn't stop her gaze from drifting lower to look. Her heart thudded against her chest. He was so long and so thick and...
The fingers of one hand brushed over the curls between her thighs, slid down until they could press between the swollen folds of her nether lips. Jehnna sighed, her eyes sliding closed while her thighs relaxed so that her legs fell open to his questing hand. Those fingers dipped inside of her, pressed deep before sliding out so that he could drag them over her clit. Jehnna's breath escaped her on a long sigh.
"You're so wet for me, Jehnna," Sam whispered. She watched as he let his gaze rake over her body, stopping longest on her breasts and on the juncture of her thighs. "You're so pretty. I always thought you were beautiful."
Heat filled her cheeks at his shy compliment. His fingers slid into her again, bringing her back up in an arch that thrust her breasts up. Sam stroked her slowly, his eyes watching her each and every reaction. Sometimes he sped his pace. sometimes he slowed it. She felt like she was on a roller coaster. Her heart pounded in her chest and her lungs burned for air. The sensation of his fingers thrusting into her was pleasant. Enjoyable. But not enough. She needed more. Wanted more.
Heat built and coiled deep within. Her body trembled at his gentle, attentive ministrations. There was a fire building, slow and steady, that she could tell was waiting to consume her. She wanted to tell him that she needed something more. But the words wouldn't come. She couldn't catch her breath, her lungs working hard to try and draw more air in. Still that desire, that need for more, grew and grew. And when Jehnna was sure she couldn't take it anymore, when she was positive that she would crumble from the need, her vision went white and every muscle in her body tensed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave crashing against the beach. A squeak of sound escaped her, prompting a soft chuckle from Sam.
She'd barely started to catch her breath before he was moving, climbing up over her so that he could settle himself between her thighs. The press of his flesh against her own saw sparks flashing through her. He was a heavy weight, a pleasant weight, against her own body. Jehnna shuddered at the feel. Her arms wrapped around his back, trying to convey to him what it was she needed. She didn't really have words for it. That didn't seem to matter.
Sam's hands slid down, fingertips grazing the sides of her breasts before stroking the curves of her hips. Then his hands were on her thighs. He took hold of them, one at a time, and drew them up so that they were bent and caught next to her sides. And then he was guiding himself into her body. He went slow, the press of his erection an illicit, pleasant invasion. She felt herself stretching around him. And it felt good. So good. She moaned, his name falling from her lips, when he slid as deep as he could.
"You feel like heaven, Jehnna," he whispered, his hips held still against hers.
His words brought a flush to her cheeks. "You shouldn't say such things, Sam," she told him. The embarrassment was heavy in her voice.
"Why not, Jehnna? Its the truth," he told her. As if to prove his words, his hips rolled. His erection slid out slowly before beginning the process in reverse. He slid back into her so slowly that she thought he would kill her with sensation.
There was a soft chuckle from somewhere near the wall on her right. Jehnna refused to look at their captor, instead kept her gaze locked with Sam's. "A blush? Ah, Jehnna. How sweet it is to see such shyness during intercourse. How rare it is to find someone who views pleasure the way you do. How old fashioned and virginal."
His words were a mixture of kindness and cruelty. They pricked at her emotions, brought tears to her eyes. Sam's hips never faltered in their pace, but he leaned in so that his mouth was beside her ear. "Don't pay attention to him, Jehnna. I think you're sexy. I think that shyness is sexy."
"How quaint to find someone of your morals in this day and age, Jehnna. Had you been born in the same time as I, you would be the perfect Victorian lady. Sweet, shy, and pure," Sinister said softly. Again, it felt like a compliment and an insult. Sam did something with his hips that distracted her from the man's voice.
She gasped softly as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Sam grunted in response, his hips thrusting harder again and again. She closed her eyes, her hands seeking out his shoulders in order to anchor herself to something. "God, you feel good, Jehnna. So damn good. C'mon. Let go for me."
"This is promising," Sinister said, mostly to himself. “Let us see if you Mr. Guthrie can’t find some way of convincing you to put aside those antiquated notions.”
Chapter Five: To Complicate Matters
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. Haley belongs to
dazzledfirestar Morgan belongs toginevra Roxxy belongs tonanaeanaven Jehnna belongs to silverfox_chan and Dare belongs to me. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from dazzledfirestar . Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
The day was just getting weirder by the moment. It had started with the news that three teams had seemingly disappeared without a word or a trace. That had moved into facing down four super-charged women who called themselves the horsemen. That had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions. The last thing she remembered about that fight was getting slammed with some kind of blast. When she'd woken, she'd found herself in a bed that wasn't her own. In underwear that were not hers. With a man who wasn't hers.
Waking up in Warren's arms had been something of a trip. Not a bad trip. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way the man looked. But the arms that should have been around her were Remy's. Weird had piled on when Warren had woken and there'd been a look in his eyes that she knew well enough. It was a look that should have been reserved for Jehnna. But Jehnna hadn't been there. And Morgan had found her eyes wandering in directions they shouldn't have gone. And when he'd opened his mouth to say something, she'd tried to distract them both by throwing herself from the bed to investigate their surroundings.
She'd barely gotten anywhere when some kind of door had opened and let these four really fucked up looking things into the room. They'd demanded both she and Warren follow them and hadn't taken no for answer. There was a stinging burn on her thigh that attested to that. The things had forced her and Warren out of the room and up a hall. Into another room, in which they now stood. A room that made her brain hurt.
There was a clear room inside the main room. And there was a bed inside that clear room. Just a bed. It had purple sheets and plump pillows at what was supposed to be the head. On one side of the bigger room was what looked like examination tables and various pieces of medical equipment and she really did not want to think about those. The other side of the room held computer equipment. And a freaky looking dude with dark hair and white skin and... She blinked. He was smiling at them. And it was creepy as shit. Without realizing it, she inched closer to Warren.
"Finally," the man said. There was a feel of malicious glee in that one word. "My toys have arrived. The day's events may begin. Mr. Worthington, if you would be so kind as to escort Miss Lafavre inside." One hand motioned to the box while another tapped at a button on the console before him. A glass door slid into the floor, leaving an opening to the glass room exposed.
"I'm not going in there," Morgan whispered, shifting even closer to Warren. That bed told her everything she needed to know and she wasn't going to be a part of it. Maybe once, a long time ago. But that was before Remy. How could she even think of betraying him like that?
"What ever is the problem, Miss Lafavre? Cold feet? From someone as... wanton as you?" The pause and the way the freak said wanton made it sound like he'd meant on saying slutty or whorish. Something about that didn't sit well with her. "Please, do go on. This will be the opportunity of a lifetime for you. A free pass to fornicate without judgement."
"No," she replied, voice a little louder. She felt Warren tense, then he turned so that he could put a hand on her shoulder. When she looked at him, there was apology in his eyes. And sadness masked his face. "I'm not going in there. I'm not betraying Remy."
"Do you think your much loved thief would deny himself a chance to sample the pleasures of someone else out of misguided loyalty? Perhaps, even now, he has already found someone to replace you."
"You're a liar," she got out, though her words felt stiff and off.
The freak simply stared at her a few seconds longer, then turned to Warren. "Mr. Worthington. Please." His free hand motioned to the cube. "Or shall I enlist the aid of my goblins to convince you to do as you're told?"
The weird creatures that had brought them here shuffled closer. They made some kind of noise that made her think of snakes and spiders at the same time. Warren turned to face her, the sadness on his face sharper than just moments ago. His jaw clenched, then unclenched, as if he was fighting with himself. At last, he sighed. "Morgan. Do as he says. This is not something you want to fight him over. In fact, you don't want to fight at all. It won't mean anything good."
She wanted to argue with him. She wanted to plant her feet and stay right where she was. Well, technically, she wanted to go home. But something told her that was off the table. She knew, without understanding the full extent of how, that stepping into that box would change everything. She turned pleading eyes up to him. "Warren. Please."
Warren wrapped a hand around her arm and used it to push her forward a few steps. "Trust me, Morgan. I understand. But there isn't a choice here. You cannot deny Sinister. He'll find a way to make it happen. He'll get what he wants. Better you should give it to him by choice than he takes it by force." She didn't like the sounds of that any more than she liked the idea of having to step into that box. She shook her head. She had to try. She couldn't walk into that box. "I'm sorry, Morgan. I wish there was another way. There isn't. Please. Do as he says. I don't want to hurt you and Sinister isn't above making me hurt you to get you in that box. Just go. Please."
There was quiet desperation in his words. It was in his eyes as he stared at her. She risked a glance at the freak and found him watching them closely. His eyes glittered with intent. Morgan realized that Warren was not exaggerating. The freak, Sinister, would do whatever he needed to do to get his way. Did she want to find out what that entailed? No. She didn't want him to touch her. And she didn't want him to hurt Warren because of her. It seemed she didn't have much of a choice.
Morgan heaved a sigh and started forward. Warren kept his hand on his arm, walked at her side quietly. She wanted to ask him what Sinister wanted. But she didn't. She really didn't think she wanted to know. A shiver rolled down her spine when they passed through the opened doorway. They'd barely made it three steps into the glass box before the door was sliding back up into place.
She turned, staring at Warren warily. She refused to look at the other person in the room because she didn't want to see the leering expression on his face. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Warren smiled, a small and soft thing that she found oddly attractive. Not that it should have been odd. He was very easy on the eyes. She just hadn't let her brain wander down that path because he and Jehnna had been a couple for as long as she and Remy had. And she was happy with Remy. It didn't hurt that she had Dare and Logan on the side. But it was always Remy for her. "First, you need to relax. Nothing is going to happen until you've calmed down," Warren told her gently. His hands were kind when they urged her toward the bed.
The back of her legs touched the mattress, then Morgan found herself sitting on the bed. And she was staring up at Warren. Jesus, how had she never noticed just how pretty he was before? Soft blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes were just the crowning feature of a physically fit body. He was lean, abs and pecs defined from years of activity. She wondered if that was all because of flying or if he worked out on top of it. His face was all angles that were perfectly symmetrical, with a pair of lips that looked like they'd been made for sin. Hell, all of him looked like it had been made for sin. And there was a place deep inside of her that was very much into the idea of sinning with him.
Warren was watching her with a heated gaze, something he'd never turned her way before. She found it equal parts intoxicating and frightening. A voice at the back of her head kept telling her that there was something odd about this whole situation. She was having thoughts about him that she wouldn't normally be having. And, if the way he was acting and reacting, was anything to go by... Warren was in the same boat.
She let her gaze slide down his body, taking in every last inch of his physique. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, an unconscious reaction to the sight of him nearly naked and whatever it was that had her body all twisted up with growing need, drawing a groan from him. Her gaze flicked up to his face to find that his eyes were closed and there was a faint grimace on his face. She let her eyes slip down again, this time stopping at the obvious swell of his erection. It strained against the material of his underwear and the sight of it, of his obvious arousal, send hunger rushing through her.
Morgan couldn't resist leaning forward and rubbing her cheek against his hard cock.
"Morgan." Warren's voice was a plea and a caress all at the same time. He was begging her to stop. Begging her to go on. Stroking her hunger higher with the husky quality building in his throat.
Her hands lifted to the waistband, tugged at the elastic until it peeled away from his skin. Then she dipped one hand inside, closing her fingers around the hot, hard length of his cock. Warren groaned again, louder this time. Hungrier. Her other hand made quick work of his boxer-briefs, shoving them down until they were around his ankles. There was a moment's hesitation before she leaned in and took the head of his erection into her mouth.
"Fuck!' Warren hissed, hands reaching up to curl into her hair. She slid down the length of his erection until she'd fit all of it into her mouth. Morgan held him there a moment, then swallowed around him. He cursed again and pulled away. "Not this first time, Morgan," he told her. "The first time with you, I don't plan on coming in your mouth."
She shuddered at the lust in his voice. At the unbridled need. He wanted her. She didn't quite understand it. But he wanted her. That knowledge sent a thrill of desire running through her veins. She pulled back to look up at him. The blue of his eyes had darkened. "Where do you plan on coming?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper.
"Take your clothes off and let me show you ," he responded. His legs moved as he obviously kicked his underpants away. His hands were already reaching for the sports bra. "I want to see you naked, Morgan."
Her head was spinning with desire. It was so heady and thick, clinging like a vine. She had a moment to think that wasn't natural. But that moment flew out of her head when Warren pulled her arms up over her head so he could drag the bra over her head. When the offending article was gone, she climbed up onto the bed, standing in the center of it so he got a clear view as she eased the panties she wore over her hips and guided them down her legs. They went over the edge with the kick of one foot so that she stood naked before him.
"Goddamn it, Morgan," Warren cursed. Then he was there, urging her down onto the mattress. Not onto her back, but onto her hands and knees. She looked at him over her shoulder, wiggled her ass in his face. That earned her a look that promised a whole lot of pleasure. Warmth flooded her, made her wonder again what was happening here.
Then Warren was sinking into her and the thought flew away. The only thing she was aware of was the way his body stretched hers as he slid deep. Fuck, it was good. So much better than she would have ever imagined. "My, my. Such a face of wanton pleasure," Sinister's voice said, sounding very near to where she was. Morgan refused to open her eyes. She didn't want to see if he was standing by the cage. Didn't want to see if he was leering at her. "Obviously your desires cannot be satisfied by a single man. Doesn't it feel good to allow yourself this forbidden pleasure?"
His words brought a flash of guilt. She shouldn't want this at all. She'd never sleep with a friend's partner like this. She found herself searching for the link. Searching for Remy. For Dare. For Logan. For Faye. There was nothing there. She couldn't feel any of them and that frightened her. It had been so long since she'd been alone in her own mind. It frightened her. Did that mean she was alone? Were the others dead? What was going on?
"This is wrong," she whispered.
"My dear, it has never been hard for any man to get what he wants from you. And there is nothing wrong with taking pleasure where you can." Sinister's voice wormed its way into her brain, a greasy, slimy thing that only added to her guilt. "Can you not see how perfectly you and Warren fit together? Why would you want to stay grounded and take a chance on someone like Remy when you could soar above the rest with Warren? Give in to the pleasure, child. Give in and let Warren help you fly."
Warren's hips hadn't stopped moving the whole time, his thrusts driving deep enough to see the embers of desire kindled into a roaring inferno that wouldn't be satisfied with nothing less than a mind-blowing orgasm. He leaned over her, his arms on either side of her body so that he was draped over her back. His wings shifted until they hung down around her, shielding her from Sinister's sight. "Listen to me, Morgan. Only me. Don't listen to anything but the sound of my voice."
She managed a nod but said nothing.
"You're beautiful, Morgan. So beautiful. You feel amazing wrapped around me. It feels like I could stay buried inside of you forever."
"Such a declaration, Warren. One might think you care for the girl. Of course, your sweet wife was never quite so eager to be as adventurous as Miss Lafavre has been. Such a shame," Sinister said.
The statement saw Warren's hips coming to a halt. For just a moment. Morgan had to think that he was having his own momentary crisis. She rocked her hips back into his, pressing his cock deeper. She felt him shudder around her, heard the soft shushing sound of his feathers rubbing against one another. It was enough. His hips moved again, this time with more speed than before.
Fuck, it felt good.
"More, Warren," Morgan whispered. She shifted one of her arms, let it slide between her body and the bed until it was between her thighs. Her fingers found the underside of his shaft, trailed its length until they found his balls. It took a little work, and a little contortion, until she could cup her hand around them. The sudden sensation saw him jerking forward. A groan rolled up his throat while he ground himself against her ass.
"Fuck," he hissed.
"Do you see what you could have had, Warren? What you should have had? A partner open to all you wish to explore. A woman with worldly knowledge who will be more than capable of pleasing you. Not some frightened, mewling kitten who can't even begin to know her own desires," Sinister prodded.
"Don't listen to him, Warren. Just me. This feels good. You feel good. Keep fucking me, Warren. Keep going. Don't stop," Morgan whispered, the hand cupping his balls rolling them gently. Her actions made him shudder. But his hips picked up their rhythm again. He started thrusting once more, his strokes slow and measured.
Morgan was limp beneath him. The heat of his body and the faint scent of his wings surrounded her. The pleasant drag of his flesh against hers as he stroked in and out sent sensation spiraling outward from where they were joined until she was awash in a building fire. She needed to come. Needed it like she needed her next breath of air. Her muscles tightened around his cock while her arms and legs trembled. Warren licked a stripe up her spine until his mouth ended up near her ear.
Come for me, Morgan. Do it. Let go and come," he whispered in her ear.
Shit. His voice was low and rough. She could hear his pleasure in it, hear it coiled through his words. And she could feel his need in the way his hips drove against her ass, the way his cock felt like it was trying to drill to the very center of her being. She took her hand away from his balls and moved it forward far enough to drag a pair of fingers over her clit.
The friction of her fingers, paired with the friction of Warren's thrusts, had her panting for breath while her body rocked into his. God, it was so good. Every inch of her tingled with the impending orgasm. She could feel it building. Her muscles were tightening up in preparation. The trembling had increased and her breath came in gasps that weren't nearly enough to fill her lungs.
"Come on, Morgan. Let go. Just let it go," Warren whispered. The sound of his voice, raspy need and groaning pleasure, saw her fingers jerking against her clit.The edge of her nail brushed it and that was all she needed. Every muscle in her body tightened down until she thought she'd shatter. Warren shoved into her hard. Her limbs were like rubber and she went sprawling into the mattress. Warren rode her down and continued to thrust.
Pleasure rushed over Morgan like a waterfall, sucking her under and into a deep pool that threatened to drown her. It was too much. Too much sensation and too much pleasure. She lay pinned to the mattress, her face turned to the side so she could gasp for breath.
Warren had shifted his wings, pulled them back so that the cool air could touch her overheated flesh. She felt him bring his legs up so that he knelt behind her on the mattress. His hands were there to draw her hips up again. One arm slid between her belly and the bed, holding her hips in the air. His free hand snuck between them and found her clit. Stroked it with rough fingers and rekindled the fire. Morgan drew a shuddering breath.
"Too much, Warren. Too much," she got out.
"Not yet. Morgan. I need you to come for me again," he told her. His voice was low, his breathing ragged. He was holding on by a thread. She could hear it. His fingers stroked her clit, rubbed it and tweaked it. "This time, I want you to fly for me."
His fingers pinched hard. She saw stars. And she flew.
~*~
There was nothing in the hallway to look at. It was plain and white. There were no doors. No windows. No sounds. One of the creatures scuttled closer to her, which saw her pressing even nearer the man with her. He put a hand on her shoulder to let her know he was there. Okay. There were some sounds. But they weren't good ones.
She frowned and wondered where the things were taking her. Her head hurt and she was maybe more than a little freaked out because she didn't know where she was and those things had just barged into the room she'd woken up in. And she wasn't even going to think about the weird feeling she got in her tummy every time she looked at her companion.
She'd recognized Sam the minute she'd looked at him. Of course she'd seen him around the school. He was part of the New Mutants and he was always polite whenever they crossed paths. She'd been relieved to find him in the room with her, despite the fact that he'd been in the bed with her. And then she'd caught herself really looking at him, kind of just staring at... well, all of him. She'd never really realized before that he was so pleasant on the eyes. Even just thinking of all those muscles and finely formed limbs was enough to see butterflies taking up residence in her stomach.
The hall ended at a set of double doors that they were forced to step through. If she thought the hall was bad, what lay beyond those doors was worse. It was a large, sterile looking area. One side looked like an operating room. The other side looked like Mission Control at the space center. In the center... It was a glass box. With a bed. Purple sheets marked the only real color in the whole room. Well, unless you counted the man standing in Mission Control.
She'd never seen anyone like him before. White skin. Dark hair. Some weird costume that looked like it had come off one of those make up wearing rock stars from the Seventies. She decided then and there that this had to be some kind of nightmare. Because this simply couldn't be real life.
"Welcome, Mr. Guthrie. Mrs. Worthington. I am so pleased that you accepted our invitation," the man said.
"You didn't really give us much of a choice," Sam said. His hand motioned to the burn mark on her thigh.
"Your creepy little... whatever it is did that," she snapped.
"Because you did not do as asked right away, Mrs. Worthington," the man said. His smile grew wider. If such a thing was even possible. It gave her the creeps. "Had you simply done as you were asked, there would have been no need for my goblin to harm you."
"Goblin?" she asked, her attention turning back to the... things. They didn't look like goblins. They looked like a nightmare made flesh.
"Yes. Goblin. Just a being of my creation," the man said. She watched as he tapped a button. This prompted a glass panel at the front of the cage to sink into the floor. "Now. Enough of that. In you go. Both of you."
"You expect me to go in there?" she asked. Her voice might have been a little higher than normal. But panic was starting to set in. She wasn't so naive that she didn't know what he had planned for them. You didn't put two strangers in bed together, in nothing but their underwear, without expecting certain activities from them. And she wasn't about to play that game. She had a husband to go home to. A family. She had no plans to betray her vows by letting Sam put his... No. It didn't matter that she thought he was really cute and her body maybe tingled with the need to feel those big hands on her...
"Yes. I do," the freak replied.
"Yeah. Fuck that," she shot back. She was in motion before she could even really think about what she was doing. What she knew was she was not going into that cube. She wasn't going to let this creepy asshole dictate what she was and wasn't going to do.
"Goblins." There was a sharp note in the freak's voice and then those things had surrounded her. Their hands touched her, leaving a fire burning under her skin. The pain was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She heard the slide of a drawer opening and closing. Then she heard the sound of footsteps on the floor. They were drawing nearer. She managed to lift her head and found that the freak was drawing nearer. "Well, well. I hadn't expected you to cause so much trouble, Mrs. Worthington. I guess that means I shall be forced to use another method to secure your cooperation."
She'd barely even parsed his sentence before he had one of her arms held in securely in one of his hands. The other hand appeared holding a syringe. She tried to struggle, but the goblin's hands tightened down and brought more pain. His hand tightened down and tugged at her arm. Just a little bit. The needle slid in without any resistance. She watched in fascinated horror as he pushed the plunger down. The liquid within the needle disappeared into her arm.
"What was that?" Sam's voice was behind her. She could heard the concern in it.
"Nothing to trouble yourself over," the freak responded. There was dark pleasure in his words. "As I said. It is merely something to ensure that Jehnna cooperates from this moment forward. I am slightly disappointed that I was forced to use alternate methods. I had hoped that you both would cooperate without forcing my hand. Ah, well. I guess it was inevitable. Young Jehnna never was the brains of the operation. Was she?"
She wanted to make a snappy comeback. Something that would make her team proud. But words seemed to have slipped away from her. In fact, her brain was starting to feel like it was little more than a fluffy cloud of cotton candy. And her muscles kind of felt like they'd turned into liquid. When the freak let go of her arm, it dropped uselessly to her side. She even swayed a little with the action.
"Release her," the freak ordered. The goblin things released their hold and stepped away. Her head was so cottony that she wasn't even really bothered by the sound of their retreat. She felt her body sway a little, and then a warm hand was on her shoulder to keep her upright. "Very good. Its already started working. Off you both go now. Into the box."
"C'mon, Jehnna. Let's get you off the floor." Sam's voice was soft in her ear. His hands slid into her armpits in order to get her to her feet. It kind of tickled, prompting a bit of a giggle. She couldn't help but think that Sam had to be really strong because her legs were useless and he just hauled her right up to stand beside him. One arm was around her back, hand resting on her waist. The places where his body touched hers all tingled with warmth. Her brain slid off into a sticky pile of images she had a hard time deciphering. All she knew was it felt good and she wanted it to last.
Together, the two of them crossed the floor. Jehnna did what she could to get her legs to work, to help Sam so he didn't have to drag her noodly body all over the place. She was only partially successful. But soon enough, Sam was easing her down into a sitting position on something soft. When he let her go, she kind of listed to the side a bit before falling backward to flop down onto the soft surface. She couldn't stop the giggle that rose up.
"Now, Mr. Guthrie," the freak said from... somewhere in the distance. "Do make sure you put on a spectacular show and prove to me that I did not make a mistake."
There was a soft sound but it wasn't important. Because Jehnna found herself staring up into Sam's face. How had she never noticed that there was a faint touch of grey in his eyes? It made the blue deeper. "You have pretty eyes, Sam," she told him, one hand somehow managing to find his thigh and settle there. "Oh. And so many muscles."
He gave her a faint smile, though it looked like it hurt him. She wondered at that. Then he reached out to run one of those big hands through her hair. She smiled, her eyes shutting as pleasure ran just under her skin. "You know what's gonna happen here, Jehnna? Right?"
She blinked at him. Did she know? She poked the puff of cloud that was her brain to see what would come out of it. After several seconds, she found what she hoped was the answer. "He wants us to get naked and have sex. Right?"
"That's right, Jehnna. I know you don't wanna do that because you love Warren. But I know Warren's gonna understand what happens. He ain't gonna hold this against you. Okay?"
Those words made her feel bad. She didn't want to do anything to hurt Warren. But the way Sam was talking, that was what would happen. She didn't like the idea of cheating on Warren. Wasn't there some way to get around it?
The question must have been in her eyes or on her face because Sam gave her another one of those smiles that looked like it hurt. She didn't like that look on his face. She managed to raise a hand and cup it to his cheek. "Don't be sad, Sam," she told him.
"I know you don't wanna do this. And I understand. But we ain't go any choice. This is what Sinister expects of us." His voice was low and quiet. Serious. She stared up at him, taking note of the way his lips moved when he spoke. How soft they looked. How kissable they looked. She suddenly wanted to feel them against her own. Maybe even on her skin. "I promise I won't hurt you, Jehnna. But you need to promise not to try anything like that again. You gotta behave. We'll find another way out. I promise that, too."
"Okay. I promise, Sam. I'll behave." She got her other hand up and put it on his other cheek. "I want you to kiss me, Sam. I think I need it." And she did feel like she needed it. Her body was on fire with need. The sound of his voice was a gentle caress to her senses. The way his skin felt against her palms saw heat blossoming in the pit of her stomach. The way he looked at her, all serious and gentle and sweet, had her pressing her thighs together. "Just touch me. Please? Kiss me."
He groaned in response to that, a sound that shot right to the very center of her. "Let's get more comfortable first." More comfortable? She was totally comfortable. But Sam's hands were there to help her sit up, then to help her move so that her head was cradled by one of the super thick, super soft pillows. And then he was kissing her. And... Oh. Wow.
Sam's lips were as soft and as kissable as she'd thought. The pressure against her lips was gentle and there was no tongue. But she could feel his hands stroking down her sides. When they rose up to where they'd started, they drifted just a little further inward. And that made her nipples tighten in response. In anticipation. What would his hands feel like on her breasts? His mouth? She wanted to find out. Desperately. She also wanted to know what he felt like.
She started with his shoulders, her hands gliding along the taut, slightly bronzed skin that covered them. She felt his muscles jump under her hands. Then they quivered. She dragged her nails against his skin, testing to see what kind of reaction that got. It earned her a soft groan against her lips and a palm settling over the swell of her breast. Even through the material of the sports bra, his touch was hot and electric. She arched her back into that touch. Sighed so that her mouth opened. Sam dipped his tongue inside.
Until that moment, Sam had kind of held his body above hers. But it lowered down on top of her when he slid his tongue into her mouth. And then she felt how hard he was. All those muscles pressed against the softness of her body were doing odd things to her brain. More than that, the press of his erection against her belly had her heart thumping in her chest, beating out a rhythm that was double its normal speed. And she could feel moisture gathering, her body's way of telling her that she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Her hands moved from his shoulders and slid down his back until she found the elastic at the waist of his underpants. Her fingers teased along the edge before she dipped them under. She settled her palms against the curves of his cheeks, taking satisfaction in the way they tightened under her touch. She tried to shove them down, but it was almost impossible to do with his groin pressed tight against hers. She made a sound of disgruntlement at the back of her throat.
He lifted his head, a faint laugh brushing the air around them. "Patience, Jehnna. We got time. Let me touch you first."
"No, Sam. I want you inside of me now," she pouted.
"Ah. There is a wanton little vixen inside of all that purity," Sinister's voice cut across them. Jehnna did her best to ignore him, but she couldn't quite stop the tension that filled her. One of Sam's hands stroked her side lightly even while he stared at her, his attention full and intent.
"Don't listen to him, Jehnna. Just think of me," Sam whispered. He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips before his mouth drifted away and trailed a line of light, teasing kisses along her skin. She writhed beneath him as he worked his way from the corner of her mouth to her breast. He kissed the corner of her mouth and the edge of her jaw. He nipped at the column of her throat. Licked the hollow there. Brushed tender caresses across her collar bone. Then covered her nipple and sucked at it through the material of the sports bra she'd woken up in.
Jehnna gasped, her back arching up to present him with more of her breast. The wet heat of his mouth felt so good against her nipple. And the need was growing, eclipsing her fear of their creepy captor. Pushing back the guilt that clung because she wanted someone other than Warren. The feel of his teeth closing around her nipple brought her away from her thoughts. Her body spasmed, flooding her with a liquid feeling that saw her relaxing back into the bed.
"There. That's good," Sam whispered. He lifted himself off of her so that he could rid her of the restrictive material of the bra. The panties went next, forgotten as soon as they were dropped over the side of the bed. She watched as he stripped his underpants off, freeing his erection to view. She couldn't stop her gaze from drifting lower to look. Her heart thudded against her chest. He was so long and so thick and...
The fingers of one hand brushed over the curls between her thighs, slid down until they could press between the swollen folds of her nether lips. Jehnna sighed, her eyes sliding closed while her thighs relaxed so that her legs fell open to his questing hand. Those fingers dipped inside of her, pressed deep before sliding out so that he could drag them over her clit. Jehnna's breath escaped her on a long sigh.
"You're so wet for me, Jehnna," Sam whispered. She watched as he let his gaze rake over her body, stopping longest on her breasts and on the juncture of her thighs. "You're so pretty. I always thought you were beautiful."
Heat filled her cheeks at his shy compliment. His fingers slid into her again, bringing her back up in an arch that thrust her breasts up. Sam stroked her slowly, his eyes watching her each and every reaction. Sometimes he sped his pace. sometimes he slowed it. She felt like she was on a roller coaster. Her heart pounded in her chest and her lungs burned for air. The sensation of his fingers thrusting into her was pleasant. Enjoyable. But not enough. She needed more. Wanted more.
Heat built and coiled deep within. Her body trembled at his gentle, attentive ministrations. There was a fire building, slow and steady, that she could tell was waiting to consume her. She wanted to tell him that she needed something more. But the words wouldn't come. She couldn't catch her breath, her lungs working hard to try and draw more air in. Still that desire, that need for more, grew and grew. And when Jehnna was sure she couldn't take it anymore, when she was positive that she would crumble from the need, her vision went white and every muscle in her body tensed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave crashing against the beach. A squeak of sound escaped her, prompting a soft chuckle from Sam.
She'd barely started to catch her breath before he was moving, climbing up over her so that he could settle himself between her thighs. The press of his flesh against her own saw sparks flashing through her. He was a heavy weight, a pleasant weight, against her own body. Jehnna shuddered at the feel. Her arms wrapped around his back, trying to convey to him what it was she needed. She didn't really have words for it. That didn't seem to matter.
Sam's hands slid down, fingertips grazing the sides of her breasts before stroking the curves of her hips. Then his hands were on her thighs. He took hold of them, one at a time, and drew them up so that they were bent and caught next to her sides. And then he was guiding himself into her body. He went slow, the press of his erection an illicit, pleasant invasion. She felt herself stretching around him. And it felt good. So good. She moaned, his name falling from her lips, when he slid as deep as he could.
"You feel like heaven, Jehnna," he whispered, his hips held still against hers.
His words brought a flush to her cheeks. "You shouldn't say such things, Sam," she told him. The embarrassment was heavy in her voice.
"Why not, Jehnna? Its the truth," he told her. As if to prove his words, his hips rolled. His erection slid out slowly before beginning the process in reverse. He slid back into her so slowly that she thought he would kill her with sensation.
There was a soft chuckle from somewhere near the wall on her right. Jehnna refused to look at their captor, instead kept her gaze locked with Sam's. "A blush? Ah, Jehnna. How sweet it is to see such shyness during intercourse. How rare it is to find someone who views pleasure the way you do. How old fashioned and virginal."
His words were a mixture of kindness and cruelty. They pricked at her emotions, brought tears to her eyes. Sam's hips never faltered in their pace, but he leaned in so that his mouth was beside her ear. "Don't pay attention to him, Jehnna. I think you're sexy. I think that shyness is sexy."
"How quaint to find someone of your morals in this day and age, Jehnna. Had you been born in the same time as I, you would be the perfect Victorian lady. Sweet, shy, and pure," Sinister said softly. Again, it felt like a compliment and an insult. Sam did something with his hips that distracted her from the man's voice.
She gasped softly as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Sam grunted in response, his hips thrusting harder again and again. She closed her eyes, her hands seeking out his shoulders in order to anchor herself to something. "God, you feel good, Jehnna. So damn good. C'mon. Let go for me."
"This is promising," Sinister said, mostly to himself. “Let us see if you Mr. Guthrie can’t find some way of convincing you to put aside those antiquated notions.”
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Date: 2024-02-13 08:40 pm (UTC)Great work, hun. I love the first reactions of the girls to Sinister. He is supremely creepy even before you get into the seriously fucked up shit that man is into. Getting that vibe right off the bat for both Morgan and Jehnna is a great touch.
I kind of enjoy Morgan acknowledging that Warren could have ended up on her radar back in the day and that could have been fun before slipping back into married woman mode. Because Warren is very tempting. lol Wrapping his wings around her to block out Sinister's shit too! Love it. Also... damn, Warren, you've been holding out on us! Gotta watch those original 5 guys. ;) LOL
Figured somebody had to fight back enough to get shot full of whatever that was. Jehnna does seem to run into situations like these with her hero flag flying. Nice to see someone in this pack is a gentleman, as much as anyone can be in this situation. lol I have to admit, I'm really liking Sam and Jehnna... that's probably a bad thing, right? lol
Great work hun!
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Date: 2024-02-13 09:30 pm (UTC)i'm sure everyone is getting creepy stalker vibes off the guy. especially the guys because, yeah. you know. i'm sure that opinion will only get stronger once we do get to the seriously fucked up shit that man is into. just need some time.
girl, its Morgan. i imagine damn near everyone in the school was on her radar at one time or another. Warren is tempting, yes. i liked him positioning his wings so Sinister couldn't see Morgan's face. and apparently he has been holding out. who knew?
i am kind of surprised it was Jehnna. but the not. because she's got a temper. she's just a little more subdued with it. but, yeah. she wasn't going to play the game. and she got taught a lesson. so Sam tried to be as nice to her as he could.
glad you liked it and thanks for reading, bb!
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Date: 2024-02-15 05:17 pm (UTC)First, can I just say a huge "FUCK OFF" to Sinister? Please? Because he really needs someone to tell him (though I suspect that Dare will be more than happy to whenever she gets there).
Warren seemed...far more resigned(?) to their fate than Scott did. Or, at least, he seemed less inclined to fight against it. Him hiding Morgan with his wings was just *chef's kiss*. And that last little bit? Holy fuck! Holding out indeed.
Poor Jehnna. I honestly figured if anyone fought it would be Dare. But yeah, I can see Jehnna needing a bit more "encouragement" to accept her fate than the others. Sam was as much of a gentleman as he could have been given the circumstances.
Interesting to see the variations between the girls' reactions to everything and I think you're doing an excellent job of differentiating their internal 'voices'. Kudos, bb.
And, once again, Sinister can just go fuck the hell right off. Prick.
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Date: 2024-02-16 01:48 am (UTC)Warren may not have had direct contact with Sinister, but he knows what the freak is capable of. Scott does, too, but he was trying to behave and not do that to Jean. sadly, he didn't have much of a choice. i do love that Warren used his wings as a shield.
you'd think Dare would be the one to fight. maybe she will. you'll have to wait until we get there to see. but, yeah. Jehnna was not having it and she tried really hard to not give in. Sam was very much the gentleman, even in such conditions.
the girls don't know exactly what kind of trouble they're in. so i figure their reactions will be similar, but not entirely all the same. thanks for letting me know that the girls all feel different. its so hard at times to know if i'm managing that for sure or not. especially doing something like this.
mmm. Sinister is a prick.
i'm glad you're enjoying, sweetie. thanks for giving it a read!