WARNIING
The following fanfiction presentation contains scenes of strong sexual content
and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 16. The again, if you�re
reading this and ARE under-aged, you�re probably just gonna ignore this whole
warning and read the fic anywise, huh? Gee, thanks for caring about my feelings,
you barbarians.
Fine then! Here�s your crummy fic! �I�m gonna go run off and cry now. WAAAH!
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�One Last Lesson�
An X-Men Fanfiction
By The Infamous Boss Reo
It was going to be their last strike against Apocalypse, and Victor knew he
wouldn�t make it back alive. He stood at the shattered window of the mansion,
gazing out at the stars, Kyle, a.k.a. Wild Child, lay asleep, slumped over his
shoulder. Victor chuckled to himself and set the beast-boy down on a ripped up
couch. Or at least what was left of a couch.
"One last time, eh, kid?" Victor grinned, looking at his sleeping companion.
Wild Child didn�t even stir, only snored louder, "Heh, kid could prolly still be
sleepin� if Apocalypse himself came comin� through here, makin� �another
culling�."
"Mister Creed?" he heard a young girl�s voice said quietly behind him. Victor
didn�t even have to pick up a scent to know who it was.
"A little late, ain�t it, Claire?" he asked, turning around to see Blink. "I was
scared to sleep." She said quietly, "I�. I remember back to that time, before
you saved me�." A small tear welled up in her white eyes, streaming down her
pale cheek. Victor brought his hand to her face, brushing the tear away.
"You ain�t gotta be scared no more, Claire." He said, "I�ll be here for ya. I�ll
always be�" Claire sniffled away another tear, pressing herself against Victor�s
chest.
"I�m always scared without you, Mister Creed." she whispered, "Whenever I close
my eyes, I always wish you�re there when I open them�I would never be able to
live without you, sir�"
"Now don�t goin� sayin� THAT." Victor smiled, running his hand through her long,
silky purple hair, "We�ve still gotta take a crack at ol� Apocalypse, don�t we?"
a smile crept across Claire�s lips as she rested against Sabertooth.
"I wish it wasn�t like this, Mister Creed�." She said, "�that Apocalypse had
never even taken control�never forced us to live like this�. forced ANYONE to
live like this�.."
"That�s what Magneto says that Bishop guy says." Victor said, "Hopefully, we�ll
be able to make a difference and make it like he said it was supposed to be."
Claire looked up into Victor�s eyes, "If�if it WERE like he said it should be�.
would we still be together?" she asked, "I�m not sure, kid�" Victor sighed,
"�but I sure hope so."
There was a short silence as Victor held his arm around Blink, holding her close
to him.
"Mister Creed?" she finally said, "Jus� call me �Victor�." He smiled, "May I ask
a question?" she asked, "Go ahead." he answered.
"�Are you afraid?" she looked up at him, Victor just looked down at her,
brushing a strand of her hair away from her eyes, "�All the time�" he said
quietly, "Why?" Blink asked, "You ask a lot o� questions when yer sleepy?"
Victor joked, "Please tell me." Claire whispered, resting her cheek against him
again, "Well, t� tell th� truth�" Victor said, "�. I�m scared a� losin� you."
Claire closed her eyes, feeling more tears starting to rush down her face.
"Mister Creed, I want to ask you something else�" she said, "Wuzzat?" he asked,
she just stood there for a moment, "Please�make love to me." Creed�s eyes
widened a little, "Wh�what?" he finally said, Claire just looked back up at him,
"Please, Mister Creed�. You�re the only person I ever loved� that�s why I could
never feel scared when you were near me� I love you�"
"Claire� are you sure you wanna do that?" he asked, "I�m sure of it." She said,
"There�s nothing else in this world for me to live for, what else could I do?"
she said, "� I know this mission will be our last, one way or another� if I�m
going to die, stopping Apocalypse�s culling, I want to know what it�s like to
experience love� with the very person I have those feelings for." She said,
Victor brought his hand to her shoulder, rubbing against her soft skin, "I� I
know how you feel." He said, "I love you too, Claire."
"You�ve taught me so much, Mister Creed.." he said, bringing her hand to his
cheek, "Please teach me once more�." She brought both her hands to the back of
her outfit, undoing the collar that held her suit up, dropping her pack by her
feet, and letting her outfit fall to her ankles, revealing her naked body to
Creed.
"Please�" she whispered, shivering lightly as goose-bumps raised on her skin, a
cold breeze running through the dead mansion air. Victor undid his own collar,
bringing his shirt over his head and tossing it beside him, he wrapped his
muscular arms around the trembling young girl, leaning his head forward and
kissing her soft lips.
"If you�re ready for this�" he said, "�I�m ready, Mister Creed." She answered,
and she slowly leaned back against the wall. Victor began by licking his tongue
along her tender cheek, he brought his hand down her curvy body, caressing her
softly. She let out a soft moan into his ear, placing her hands on his
shoulders.
Victor�s hand gently ran along her thigh, squeezing lightly, while his tongue
moved along her neck, under her chin. Claire�s breathing quickened a little, and
she closed her eyes. Her hands moved down Victor�s strong body, finding his belt
and unfastening it. Creed�s hand moved from her leg to her inner thigh, softly
pressing his palm against her flower. She let out a small gasp as the warmth of
his hand came into contact with her sensitive area. Sabertooth�s hand gyrated
softly against her bud, he could feel the moisture of her cunt against his
glove, and he pressed his lips against hers once again.
Blink let out another moan, muffled by Victor�s kiss. She started to push her
hips out, meeting his hand. An intense heat developed between her legs, and her
knees felt as if they were going to give out any minute.
"M�Mister�..Cr��" she breathed, Victor let out a low purring sound, nuzzling her
cheek, "Jus� call me Victor." He whispered, and he moved his hand to her back,
gently moving it down her body, caressing her lovingly. Victor removed his hand
from her cunt, pressing her against the wall. His other hand squeezed her
buttocks softly, emitting a soft whimper of pleasure from the young girl�s
mouth.
Blink felt herself being lifted up, and her back pressed against the wall.
Victor parted her legs, undoing the rest of his pants and letting them drop to
his feet. Claire trembled as she felt the heat of his stiff length press against
her young flower, and with a quick thrust, Victor pushed into her, tearing
through her virginity. Claire jerked her head back, trying not to cry out as a
sharp pain ran through her whole body, and a small trickle of blood seeped from
her opening. Victor realized what had just happened and slowed the motion of his
thrusts, while he had a healing factor, she didn�t, so he intended to be
careful.
He felt her hands move to his shoulders, pulling him towards her as she pushed
her body against his. His hard cock pumped deeper into her cunt, the motion of
his hips starting to gain pace. Claire let out quick, short gasps, panting
heavily. Creed leaned forward, taking one of her breasts in his mouth, Claire
let out another yelp of pleasure as he began to move his tongue around her
stiffening nipple, while suckling gently. She bucked her hips against him more,
panting harder. Her muscles tightened around his length, indicating her nearing
climax.
"Victor!" she moaned into his ear, "Please�oh god�."
"I�m almost there�" Creed groaned into her ear, and he thrust even harder into
her wetness.
Unable to control herself any longer, Clarice threw her head back, crying out as
her flower squeezed around Victor�s cock, causing him to finally release his
load, spurting his cum deep in her womb. With a grunt, he lurched forward,
filling her with his essence. Finally, Clarice settled down, resting agaisnt the
wall as Victor held her.
"H�how was it?" he panted, holding her in his arms, "Words can�t describe, sir�"
she answered, and she rested her cheek against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"One last lesson, kid�" he said to himself, cradling her sleeping body, "�one
last lesson."
The End
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