The Savage Heart by Bobbi Todd bobbitodd@hotmail.com Part Ten The X-Men are the property of Marvel Comics and are used here without their permission. Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content, both consensual and non-consensual, as well as for violence and offensive language. If you are under the legal age for this sort of thing, then GET OUT! The next day, Henry pronounced Anna fit to travel. Wearing clothes given her by the women in the mansion, Anna walked carefully from the Med Lab to the waiting taxi. Creed supported her gently, her arm through his. He would have been more than happy to carry her, but she insisted on walking. She smiled up at him as he helped her into the cab and he felt an odd warmth spread through his chest. He closed the car door and turned back to the mansion. Henry and Charles had accompanied them to the cab. The other occupants of the mansion watched from the porch. "Take care of the young lady, Victor. I am not entirely comfortable with allowing her to leave with you," Charles said quietly. "Yeah, well, you ain't real happy with me stayin' here, either. An' from what blue-boy there tells me, where she goes, I go. An' vice-versa." He looked at Anna, where she chatted with Henry through the open window of the cab. "'Sides, she's probably better off with me anyway. Seems like this place," he gestured at the mansion, "gets blasted off the face o' the map about once a month. "Very well," Charles replied. "I would appreciate it if Anna would keep in touch with us." "Fine by me, as long as you don't try ta recruit her." Creed walked around the cab and got in next to Anna. "Thank you, Henry," she was saying. "And please tell Logan I said thank you." "Of course, my dear. And if you ever need anything, do not hesitate to call." She waved to them as the cab pulled away. Creed put his arm around her and she snuggled into his side. "Where to, Mac?" the driver asked. "Victor?" Anna said before Creed could answer. "Yeah, babe?" "Henry took out the last of the stitches this morning." It took a heartbeat for Creed to comprehend what she was saying. "Yer ... okay, then? I mean, you can ..." "He said I could 'resume any activities' I desired." She looked up at him, smiling slightly, her hand resting on his chest. He blinked twice before turned to the cabbie. "Best hotel in town. An' there's a hundred bucks in it fer ya if ya make it in less n' half an hour." The cabbie pressed down on the accelerator as Creed bent to kiss Anna gently. Twenty-eight minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of the best hotel in town. The cabbie was trembling from the strain of keeping his vehicle on the road at the speeds he'd been traveling. The lure of a one hundred dollar tip was too much to resist. The huge blonde man thrust a handful of bills at him as he and the small woman got out of the car. They went inside without a backwards glance. "May I help you, sir?" The concierge asked. His eyes bulged slightly as the man handed him a Platinum credit card and said, "Best suite in the house, pal, an' make it snappy." "Certainly, sir. And how long will you be staying with us?" "Until we get damn good an' ready to leave." "Of course, sir. Um, would you like the bellhop to take your luggage up to your room?" "Airline lost it." "I see. Well, we have a lovely gift shop which should be able to supply your needs until your luggage is recovered." He pushed the card back to Creed, along with the room keys. His eyes had widened when he read the credit status attached to the card. Unlimited. He'd never actually seen an Unlimited card before. "Please sign our registration book, sir." The blonde giant scribbled hastily on the form the clerk presented, then kissed the small woman gently, but with such passion that the clerk blushed. After the bellhop led the way to their room, the clerk looked at the registration. Mr. and Mrs. Victor Creed. Newly-weds, no doubt. And wealthy ones, despite their current ... state of dress. The bellhop opened the door, accepted his tip, and departed. Victor scooped Anna up into his arms and carried her into the room. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, her lips soft against his. The suite was huge, with several doors leading off the main room. He picked one at random, and they found themselves in ... the kitchen. She laughed softly, and they tried again. Success! The bedroom. He put her down on the enormous bed, his hands on her body through the clothing. She slid her hands up under his shirt, stroking the hard muscles of his chest and stomach as they continued to kiss, his tongue probing her mouth, her lips willingly parted for him. He fumbled for a moment with the buttons of her blouse, but she steadied his hands with her own and he soon had the garment open, her breasts bared to him. Her nipples were erect, her skin soft and hot to his touch. She unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. He kissed her so hard he nearly bruised her lips. He'd been patient while she recovered, limiting himself to gentle caresses. Now, he wanted her. He had to have her. But he had to be careful. Oh, so careful. He didn't want to hurt her again. She shimmied out of the jeans she was wearing, and the little bit of silk lace she wore beneath them tantalized him. He ran his hand across her belly, the ridges of scar tissue nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her skin. Shi'ar technology was wonderful. He wasn't sure he could have lived with himself if he'd permanently disfigured her perfect body. He eased his hand down between her legs, feeling the heat of her body through the silk. He pulled it aside and slid a finger into her hot, wet center. She lifted her hips and arched her back. He put his head down and took one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking on the hard nub as he worked his finger in and out of her. She had one hand twisted in his hair, holding him to her breast, while her other hand explored his chest, then opened his pants, releasing his engorged penis. He groaned when she wrapped her small hand around his member and began to stroke. He released her breast and slipped his finger out of her. He got to his feet with difficulty, since she was still stroking him, and began to peel out of his clothes. She got to her knees on the bed, and took him in her mouth. Her tongue caressed him maddeningly. She licked and sucked him, taking more and more of his huge manhood into her mouth, until he thought he would explode. She slowed abruptly, teasing him with her tongue and he groaned. He put his hands in her hair, encouraging her to continue. Her sweet ass swayed back and forth as she bobbed up and down on him. Just when he thought the sensations would make him lose his mind, she stroked his balls with her fingernails and he came. His body shuddered with relief as she swallowed again and again, taking all of him into her mouth. When she released him, he sank to his knees on the floor beside the bed, utterly spent. She gathered him to her breast, stroking his hair as he gasped for breath. He turned his head and began to suckle her once more. She moaned and put her head back. He slid his hands up her legs to her buttocks, cupping them as his mouth worked first one nipple, then the other. He eased her to her back, her legs bent under her, her knees spread wide. She thought he would pin her to the bed with his weight, mount her, posses her, with his huge organ, which was already swelling once more with desire. She arched her back so he could enter her more easily. Then she felt his tongue sliding down across her ribs, to her belly, then lower still. His powerful hands tore the scrap of silk from her, and his hot tongue began to probe her clit. Her hips bucked as he caught the sensitive little button of flesh between his teeth, his tongue driving deep into her. The taste of her body, her excitement obvious, brought him fully erect, fluid oozing from the tip of his shaft, ready to take her and make her his completely. He continued to lick and suck her clit until she screamed with pleasure, repeating his name over and over again. He licked more slowly, bringing her down for a moment, then sped up once more. Just as she was about to cum again, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and shoved himself into her. She came the instant the head of his cock entered her, the pulsing of her inner muscles begging him to drive himself deeper and deeper into her. He held her hips as he pumped into her, then slipped his hands under her, lifting her shoulders so that her breasts were pressed into his chest, her weight pushing her down even further onto him. She clung to him as he fucked her, bringing her again and again to orgasm. At last, he came again, filling her with his sperm, drawing so deeply upon him that his balls ached even as his body shuddered in completion. Gasping, he laid her back on the bed, then stretched out next to her, his arm across her body as they both dropped into dreamless slumber. When he woke hours later, he gazed in wonder at the woman in his arms. She slept curled on her side, her back to him, her firm ass pressed into his belly. He kissed her neck just below her ear, and caressed her bare hip possessively. She shifted slightly, responding to his touch without waking. He wanted to screw her again, and knew that she would accept his advances with a smile, but ... her illness and her injuries had taken their toll. She was painfully thin and needed to sleep. He knew that if he stayed in the room, he would be unable to resist waking her, so he quietly gathered his clothing and went to explore the rest of the suite. The bar was fully stocked, but the kitchen cupboards were bare. Guests were obviously expected to take advantage of Room Service. There were three other bedrooms, all equally luxurious. Each bedroom had a large bathroom, complete with lounging tub. All in all, the place was pretty classy. He called Room Service and arranged for a large fruit basket to be sent right up, as well as a meat and cheese tray. He realized that he had no idea what Anna liked or disliked. He called back and ordered vegetable and relish trays. Then he called again and ordered a tray of sweets. The order arrived very quickly, and Creed instructed them to put it in the kitchen. "And be quiet about it!" he hissed. "Anna's sleepin'." The hotel staff set up the food and quickly departed. He was pleased to see that they'd brought bread as well. He hadn't thought of that. Creed quietly opened the bedroom door and peering in. Anna was sleeping peacefully. He stalked restlessly about the suite for a few minutes, then decided he could surprise her with a few gifts. He left the spare room key on the kitchen table, where he was sure she would find it, and went out. The gift shop, while adequate, did not carry the things he wanted to shower her with. He left the hotel, and the doorman hailed a cab for him. "Where to, sir?" "Damned if I know. I need clothes for my lady. An' jewels, too. You take me where I need ta go." "Yes, sir." The driver took him a few miles to a large, upper class, department store. "Wait here," Creed instructed the man. "I'll make it worth your while." He handed the driver several large bills. "Yes, sir." As he entered the store, a young woman approached him. "Good afternoon, sir. May I assist you with anything?" Creed looked her over quickly. She was about Anna's size, though much more plush. "As a matter of fact, you can," he said, smiling. The woman felt a rush of heat go through her as he looked down at her. "The airline lost our luggage, and I need ta pick up a few things fer my wife." He continued to smile, and the saleswoman's disappointment was obvious. "Of course. What does she need?" "Everything. From the skin out." "I see. Do you know her sizes?" "No." He let his eyes roam over her body once more, his smile expanding as the woman blushed. "She's about yer height, though she ain't stacked as well. In fact, she's down right skinny, but she has been sick. I aim ta fatten her up soon enough." "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" she asked. "I wanna get somethin' that'll cheer 'er up." "Very well, sir. If you'll just follow me, I'll have some of our young ladies model a few thing for you." She pretended not to notice the way his eyes followed her curves as she turned away. "And what about yourself, sir? Are you in need of ...," she paused to lick her lips suggestively, "anything?" Creed smiled at her. You'd have to be a eunuch to miss what she was getting at. Normally, he'd have taken her up on her obvious offer, maybe even in one of the dressing rooms. But all he wanted to do was to get back to Anna. "Sure, babe. I could use some duds, if you guys have got anything big enough ta fit." "I'll arrange for one of our tailors to come down, sir." She was disappointed in his failure to pursue her. She knew she had a fine figure, and most men couldn't wait to try and touch her. This man's wife must be something special. "Whatever." He looked around the store as he followed her. "She'll need jewelry too." Thoughts of her commission began to override her desire to flirt with him, though not completely. He was so powerfully male. Shortly, Creed found himself in a private viewing room, with a steady stream of models, jewelers, and other sales people being paraded before him. His measurements had been quickly taken. "Just fetch whatever'll fit. I don't care. An' I don't wanna see 'em, either." "Very good, sir," the tailor left quickly. Anna woke to silent darkness. She didn't know where she was for a moment and she was frightened. Then she remembered. She was with Victor. She wasn't really sure how good a thing this was, but he hadn't laid an unkind hand on her since the first night in her cabin. From what the men at the base had said, she'd thought he'd given her to them, but then he'd arrived, smashing through her tormentors like an avenging angel. He hadn't left her side since. Until now. She slipped into her borrowed clothes and cautiously opened the bedroom door. The living room was empty, as were the other bedrooms. She peeked into the kitchen and was astounded by all the food artfully arranged on the table and counters. She reached out for an apple, not sure if she should believe her eyes. But it was solid, and smelled unbelievable sweet. She gingerly took a bite, then quickly devoured the apple. She hadn't had a piece of fruit in almost three years. Still clutching the apple core, her legs suddenly felt weak and she fell to her knees in the middle of the kitchen floor. Sobs racked her body, the juice from the apple sticky on her face and hands. She was still sitting there when she heard the door to the suite open.