Victor's Jubilant Victory
by Sandra D.
The characters herein I do not own, they all belong to Marvel (except in my
dreams). Ah didn't ask permission ta use 'em, so if a come ta sue me, Victor
will be on yer ass, frail! No money has passed claws either.
Rated R for sexual content and several dirty lil' words...gotta problem with it?
Then scram while ya got th' chance!
Victor Creed or Sabretooth as some called him, had been at
the Mansion for two weeks. Xavier called him
back and Jubilee had waited with a strange fear to
watch him arrive. That morning she hid in the hall
so he would not see her though she imagined he could
smell her and that made her shiver. In those two
weeks Jubilee had secretly stalked him. She had
watched him at dinner, long white teeth ripping at
meat that was barely cooked and still on the bone.
She had watched him move outside over the grass and
through the trees, his huge blonde haired back mottled
by leaf shadow in the sun. She had watched him pace
empty silver corridors deep below the Mansion,
growling and roaring at some haunting demon no one
else could see.
Now she heard him pacing the dark wood paneled hall
out side of her room. Pad, pad, pad, turn. It was
early evening and she was alone. Pad, pad, pad. Why
hadn't she gone with the others to Harry's for food
and a brew? Cyke had asked her twice but she had
wanted to be alone, get some quiet so she could think.
Pad, pad, pad, Creeds pacing continued. She sat on
her unmade bed and clutched a rose print pillow
tightly. Jubilee thought about Logan, the Wolverine,
her mentor and lover. Logan had been gone for several
months now and would probably be gone for several
more. He was in Ontario looking for something,
something that had nothing to do with her. She did
not like that. Jubilee knew there was no warm place
in Wolverine's heart for Sabretooth. She listened
again for Creed, pad, Pad, PAD, he stopped and so did
her heart.
"Hey Jujubabe, are ya in there?" Creeds deep voice
rolled down the hallway and up her spine. Jubilee
froze, what the hell could he want with her? She
looked at the brushed brass doorknob.
"Damn, it's not locked." She whispered to the pillow,
still to frightened to make a move towards remedy.
She answered the animal.
"Yeah, I'm here, whatdaya want?" But before she could
finish the question the knob turned and her door
opened, she sat still frozen staring up at the killer,
Sabretooth. He stepped in and closed the door behind
him with a huge bare foot. God he was immense,
Jubilee eyed his magnificent chest and hands. She
watched his blonde haired skin move smoothly over
taught muscle as he reached around to turn the lock.
It clicked with a frightening sense of finality that
made Jubilee wince.
"I think I should be askin' you that question babe,
yer the one who's been watchin' me." Sharp bright
teeth glinted wetly from inside his wide feral smile.
She was caught.
For how she wondered had he known? Had he moved a
certain way in the shadows because he knew she was
looking? Had he purposely placed himself where she
could easily find him? Had he been stalking her?
Everyone knew about her relationship with Wolverine and
Wolverines' abominable relationship with Sabretooth.
Jubilee had heard stories about Logan's past lovers
and their encounters with Creed. Most had not worked
out so well, Sabretooth had a tendency to hurt things.
Now here she sat with her heart racing staring up at
the exquisite nemesis. Admittedly she *had* been
watching him, admiring him and yes even lusting after
him. Well, just look at the man, her mind swam at the
sight. He was so tall, broad, blonde and murderous.
Just the opposite of Logan. She swallowed audibly and
tried to speak, only a small squeak made it's way out
of her tight throat.
"I had a feelin' that's what you'd say." He stepped
closer to her, sniffed the air and growled low.
"You've been spendin' too much time w'tha runt, now
yer lookin' at a real man. Ya like what ya see!" He
punctuated that statement with a wild shake of his
golden mane.
Jubilee blinked, that stung, she knew 'tha runt' was
Logan. Wolverine had a death wish for Creed and if
Logan knew what she was doing now her ass would be
claw fodder. Sabretooth moved in closer, she could
smell him, earth and fur. Tan drawstring pants hung
soft and loose over his muscular hips, he wasn't
wearing a shirt or underwear.
"An what gives you the right to just come bargin' in
to a ladies room without an invitation?" Jubilee
asked unable to move but trying to sound tough.
"I can smell yer invitation girlie." He inhaled
deeply. "I know ya want me and yer afraid of it too,
that sweet body ya got there don't lie." Creeds
pupilless eyes caught hers in a predatory stare. His
rough thick tongue licked hungrily over spiked
canines.
"Get outta here you animal!" Jubilee stood and tried
desperately to be angry, to sound like she really meant
it.
"Try an' make me, frail." He snarled.
She lunged at him feigning rage, her nails ripped
uselessly at his bare chest, the mutant healing almost
instantly. Her posturing was inciting the beast. The
raging scent of his musk rose rich and overpowering,
her knees went weak with her next breath. Massive
hands caught her up, trapped her and threw her down
onto the bed. She swung at him as he captured both of
her wrists in one meaty paw and held them hard against
her belly.
"Go on 'n fight me babe, I like it, gets me hot." He
let her go and she went at him again. With her hands
up she tried to gather a blast, but her fireworks were
dead. She couldn't concentrate enough to pull in the
energy. Resorting to counterfeit fury she pounded the
fiends chest. Sabretooth laughed darkly and laid
down on the bed. Jubilee straddled his hips
continuing the battery with tiny ineffectual fists.
"Are ya finished yet babydoll? Cause I don't want ya
ta wear yerself out before tha main event. Keep some
a that fight in ya fer me." He clamped his hands
cruelly around her waist. She could feel his huge
cock hardening under her and unconsciously pressed
back against it.
That was all the prompting she needed to realize she
was beyond any self control. Jubilee caved into her
own wretched secret desires and stopped her futile
pummeling. Her breath caught in her ribs, solid and
burning. Jubilee was lost to him. She looked down at
the sneering colossal brute beneath her thighs, he
was ferity incarnate. She reached deep into his
blonde hair and grabbed a fist full. Pulling his head
up with a jerk she kissed him hard. Her teeth met in
his lower lip and she tasted his blood. It resonated
inside of her, she vibrated with it's deathlessness.
Creed kissed her back growling into her mouth and she
could feel his lip healing in the kiss.
"Now we're gettin' somewhere darlin'." He slid a hand
up to her neck, thick clawed fingers closed tight
around her throat. For one unbearable second he held
her there before raking his nails down her chest
slashing through the soft pink material of her
t-shirt. She was bleeding, Sabretooth smelled it and
leaned down to lick at the tiny red trails. His
stained tongue lingered over her hard nipples,
coarsely circling each one before returning to her
wounds.
"GGrrrRRrrr....ya taste good girlie." He rumbled
bringing his lips up against her ear. He moved a hand
to her thigh and she felt the tips of sharp nails
between her legs. Her thin cotton shorts fell to the
floor in shreds. In one blinding movement he stood
and raised her up to sit on his massive chest, her
legs spread facing him. He buried his nose in her sex
and inhaled. Jubilee felt the cool rush of air and
stared to sweat.
"Ah, that's fine lil' honeybitch, now I'm gonna eat ya
up." He spoke into her body, his hot breath coaxing
out her wetness. One clawed hand pressed at the small
of her back holding her against him, the other was
under her ass. She leaned forward against his great
head, thick golden hair tickled her breasts. She
wrapped her legs around his neck and twisted her hands
in his mane. Baring long incisive teeth he raked at
her labia. Her body jumped with anticipation and
fear.
"Hold still frail, I don't wanna hurt ya, yet." He
bit down on her then, capturing her stiff clitoris
between his teeth. There he held it for his tongue to
torture with sharp snaps of pleasure, never staying
long enough for her release.
"Pleeeesse...no...Victor, I don't..." Jubilee begged
half-heartedly, tightening her grip on his hair. His
teeth let loose of her clit, his long cruel tongue
lapped at her soaked and swollen slit. Moaning she
rolled her hips up to meet his vicious mouth.
"NO...Victor...no...your tongue is sssooo
gggooood....I can't....no...Oh Victor...." Jubilee
felt her orgasm rise from her like fire with each
stroke of Creeds' expert tongue. Her legs spasmed
around his neck and he held her even tighter, her back
arching in pleasure.
"UUggggaaahhh.....Victorrrrrrr...yesss....." She came
hard and long, her juices spilling out down Creeds
whiskered chin. Rhythmic tremors radiated out from
her clitoris in smaller and smaller arcs as her climax
subsided. She slumped forward over his head, her
tangled grip on his hair relaxing. He slid his tongue
slowly into her then out again once more, her body
shook with it. He wanted her to want more. A deep
rolling growl rippled through her as Creed lowered her
onto the bed, himself still standing. Impulsively she
sat up, her eyes animal wild with fear from her own
lust.
"How dare ya do that to me!?" Jubilee jumped off the
bed and lashed out scratching Creeds cheek, she lunged
and kicked at him, tears running down her face.
"I hate you, ya cold blooded murderin' son of a bitch!
I *hate* you!" Creed grabbed her shoulders and
yanked her to him, she yelled into his chest as he
pulled her in. Huge golden arms closed around her
pressing her head against his wide furred chest. She
went limp in his harsh embrace still weak and shaking
from her orgasm and its admission of her surrender.
Creeds deep voice crept into her ear, "ya tell yerself
that babydoll but I don't believe ya." His dusky
whisper cut into her. "Ya really liked what I did
t'ya an' I know ya want more 'o me, I can smell yer
heat." Sabretooth was right, she wanted more of him
and she wanted him painfully.
"You're a rat bastard Cree..." He swallowed her words
in a heavy kiss. She could taste herself sweet in
his mouth and she wanted to taste him in hers.
Jubilee reached down to the drawstring on his pants
and pulled. They fell to the floor and she fell to
her knees. The majestic cock in front of her twitched
as her tongue reached for it. He was so much bigger
than Logan she thought as she licked it from base to
tip, her small hands pulling at his blonde balls.
"Suck on 'em bitch." Creed growled. Jubilee complied
with a start never having been spoken to like that.
She took them both into her mouth, kneading them with
her tongue. Sabretooth reached down and wrapped one
hand around his long shaft, stroking his own cock
roughly, breathing raspy and shallow. Jubilee reached
up to put her hand on his, feeling it move up and
down with force, she wanted to remember just how he
liked it. She looked up past the firm bronze ridges
of his abdomen searching for his eyes. His head was
back, his teeth bared, he was already close to his
release.
"I want yer mouth on me girlie, I wanna cum in it."
He moved his hand from his cock to her neck and
lifted. He pulled her head up, she had his scrotum
locked in her teeth stretching the skin. She could
feel it pulling back, his testicles tightening up
inside. Not yet, animal, she thought as she reached
between his legs and pressed up on the soft skin
behind his sack sending him into a deep howl. Her
mouth let loose of his balls and rose to slide down
his long, unbelievably thick shaft. The tangle of
blonde wiry hair at the base of his root smelled wild
and smokey.
"RRRrrruuuuhhhh....yeah baby, that's right." Creeds
hips rocked out to meet her lips, his hand on the back
of her head clutched at her short dark hair. Jubilee
was truly enjoying Sabretooth's cock in her mouth and
his feral reactions to her ministrations. She sucked
hard all the way back up his member, foreskin sliding
against her lips. Slowly she moved her mouth on him,
teeth scraping, tongue circling. She gripped his
dense hips with tight fingers and started to move
faster, biting and pulling. She felt his flesh rend
to her nails as her mouth kept pace with his ragged
breathing.
A long low rumble started in Sabretooth's belly and
rose up through his chest. His mouth opened to loose
a thundering roar as his cock released it's load.
Jubilee felt it erupt deep into her throat, she
swallowed as much as she could and let the rest of his
thick liquor run down her chin and onto her breasts.
She kept sucking softly as he pulsed out a last jet of
cum. How delicious he was, and how deadly Jubilee
mused as she slid her lips off of his slowly softening
spike.
Creed fell hard onto the bed snarling and twitching
involuntarily. Blood dripped onto the floor, it was
coming from his fists. In his pleasure he had buried
his own claws into his palms. Jubilee stretched up
next to him and smiled proudly. She took a long look
at his Herculean form, gloriously bestial, profane and
untamed. He was an indestructible machine of murder.
Watching his body relax, his eyes still closed, she
knew after having tasted Sabretooth's' primal
perfection that she would never be satisfied by any
other man.
"Hey killer, ya okay?" She poked at his ribs with her
finger, the twitching stopped. Sabretooth sat up
slowly looking at his freshly healed palms and shook
his head.
"Well ya did me pretty good Jujubabe, I'll give ya
that." Creed voice was husky and dense. "But don't
ya go thinkin' I'm finished w'ya 'cause I ain't." He
stood tall and powerful, glaring down at her naked
body, his head tilted slightly. He was not smiling,
his lion-colored skin flushed with anger. Jubilee
shifted under his heavy gaze suddenly feeling very
much like prey. She wondered if he wanted to hurt
her.
"I don't usually lose it like that babydoll, an' I'm
tryin' ta decide if I liked it enough not ta hurt ya
for it." Jubilee watched his lips as they curled back
threateningly. She flashed on the memory of that
mouth between her legs, the heat of arousal rising in
her again.
Jubilee rose up on one elbow, "what's the problem
Creed, afraid you'll wanna come back for more?" His
amber eyes flashed mad and dark.
"Now I'm dead." She mumbled falling back.
Sabretooth lunged at the bed, Jubilee tried to get out
of his way but he was too fast. She was pinned.
Creeds body hovered over hers, tremendous taloned
hands held her down at the shoulders. Mammoth thighs
imprisoned her legs. His face poised about hers, eyes
slitted, lips parted. Snarling inhales and grinding
teeth rang over her. Jubilee did not know what to do,
she moved to kiss him.
"Don't even try bitch." His low feral whisper
vibrated against her. "Ya just lie still an' quiet
like so I won't hav ta hurt ya." She nodded wide eyed
and his grip loosened.
"That's a good little girlie." Creed sniffed the air.
"I can smell yer pussy spice babe, ya want my cock in
ya. Well that's good 'cause I ain't gonna give it to
ya." Jubilee could not hold back a moan of
disappointment.
"Shhrrr..." Creed growled holding her earlobe tightly
with his teeth. "I said, quiet." It hurt. He held her
there for three coarse breaths, not blinking. Her
shoulders and legs burned against his hot bristly
skin. Releasing her physically but not with his gaze,
he raised himself over her, hovering leonine above his
victim. Creed laughed raw and dirty.
"Mmmmm, ya are good Jujubabe." She could feel his
penis rising, filling with want, lust and hunger. She
wondered if he could do what he said and keep it from
her. "I could get used ta havin' ya all ta myself."
Jubilees stomach leapt at the words, she felt herself
warming, her wetness gathering. She could not believe
her ears, she had wanted to be his. She wanted to be
marked, owned, caged, trapped by his desires. She
knew it, felt it, even before he came to the Mansion.
Her fear was not of him but of her uncontrollable
carnality for this creature.
"Yeah, ya could be Sabretooth's pet." He said rolling
over to lie next to her, arms behind his head. Huge
ropy biceps twisted beneath tan skin. She looked
over the great expanse of his chest and watched it
rise and fall. Her eyes followed the trail of pale
hair down to his groin, his imposing golden rod rising
from a field of wheat colored fur. His eyes were
closed, Jubilee was mesmerized by the sight. His
scent was strong in her throat and she breathed it in
deeply. Intoxicated by his musk she reached over him
unable to stop herself, even thinking death may come
but how delicious a death in this beasts embrace. She
slid her hand across the bronzed meadow of his chest,
the thick hair parting for her fingers. Her hand
moved up and over his collar bone to a dent between the
muscles on the pale exposed underside of his huge arm.
Sabretooth jumped to strike, brutishly gripping her
neck.
"I told ya..." He stopped and pulled her up over him,
lifting her onto his body. "Damn it darlin'." He
said reaching behind her head and pulling her face
down, he kissed her with heat and passion. Then
coldly but with the same force, he pulled away his
mouth and grabbed her waist, lifting her off of him
and down onto the bed. Creed laid back beside her,
looked at the ceiling and spoke.
"There is just somethin' different about the way ya
smell, yer skin, the way yer blood tastes, it burns
me. It's doin' somethin' ta me, makin' me want
ya....bad babe, really bad." His body was tense,
teeth gritted. "I don't think I can take it....I
always just take....ya make me want...ya make me wanta
do more 'n just kill somethin'. Reminds me of a
little Birdy ah killed once, an' an don't like that
darlin', don't like it at all." He turned his head
away and grimaced.
Jubilee was breathless, was she really hearing Victor
Creed say these things?
"I think it's pheromones Vic, instinctive,
very...um...animal." Her voice tentative as she
reached over to turn his face back to hers. She
looked into furious eyes.
"Victor, the same thing is happenin' ta me. When I
tasted yer blood in our kiss it burned inside me, made
me want ya ta hurt me. Yer damn musk makes me blurry,
an' I can't breathe. I'm afraid of the way I want
ya."
"Yer supposed ta be afraid a me girlie..." A broad
malicious grim pulled at Creeds lips, pushing away any
trace of anguish from his now chilly face.
Sabretooth moved over her, slowly crouching, lowering
his body down onto hers. He pressed his lips
painfully hard against her mouth until she felt his
blood burning her throat. His heavy tongue reached
deep into her mouth searching for her desire. His hand
reached up between them to grab her breast, he kneaded
it roughly, then moved his big fingers up to her
nipple, rolling it between them until it was hard and
raw. He slid his knee between her thighs, hooked a
foot around her ankle and spread her legs wide. She
gave him little resistance, clutching at his
tremendous arms. She could feel his stiff velvet pole
rubbing against her mound, inching back to nudge at
her soaked and hungry pussy door.
Jubilee whispered, "I thought you said...."
"I lied." Growling he pushed his cock into her with
one brutal stroke. She was suddenly full to the hilt
with him.
"Oh Victor...yesssss...your wonderful cock
feelssss...ssoooo....gggggood...inside of mmeee..."
Jubilee writhed at the size of him. She felt herself
cleaving to take him in deeper. She spread her legs
wide and wrapped her thighs around his strong hips.
She locked her ankles behind him, pinning herself sure
against his savage thrusts.
"Ya like it honeybitch...you'll never want anyone else
now, yer mine an I'm gonna mark ya." He pushed his
claws into her shoulders until blood ran. He licked
it and roared.
He was gigantic, it hurt between Jubilee's legs and
where he pierced her with his claws, she loved it.
Logan was nothing compared to this searing pleasure.
"Scream for me." Sabretooth's words rang in her ear.
"AAAhhhhrrrr...YES...yess...yesss...AAAAHHHHGGGGG...!"
Her head rolled from side to side as she buried her
nails into the mutants back, her orgasm flared bright
in her pain. He pounded her with bestial thrusts,
grunting and growling. His body overpowered her, she
felt so small beneath him, trapped, engulfed. He
lifted up and looked down to watch his great mast
moving in and out of her making a soft golden cage of
his long hair fall around her face. This is what she
wanted, to be overtaken completely. Any other man
would be too gentle, would care if he hurt her. Not
Creed, and that's what made it so delicious, that
thing...fear. He pressed his weight back down on her
smashing her breasts against him. She buried her face
in his neck and bit down hard, swallowing the hot
blood before he healed.
"RRRRAAAARRRR....ya know what I
like...rrraaa..more..."
Jubilee bit him again and again, sinking her teeth
into him deeper each time until she could feel his
collar bone against her teeth. His fierce breathing
gave him away, he was close to his rapture.
"Hurt me Victor, make me cum." She whispered, her lips
brushing his ear. He became uncontrollable at this
request. His claws slashed at the bed, shredding
through sheets and mattress. He slid his hand under
her, grabbing her ass, pulling her hard up against his
throbbing pole. She could feel the fever in her
clitoris, itching she raised her hips to meet his
brutal strokes.
"Yeah honeybitch, ya'll cum, but yer gonna take mine
in ya now." His voice was low and labored, thick with
lust. Jubilee felt her entire body spasm with florid
pleasure, her pussy clamped down hard on Creeds cock
as he spilled into her, flooding her with blasts of
his hot fluid.
"UUUUGGgggrrrr....GGGggrrrruuuuhhhhh....yes babe, ya
got it now, it's all in ya....uuuuggggrrr..." Creeds
movements slowed as his body relaxed into his release.
"Victor, Victor, Victorrrrrrraaaaahhhh...." Another
wave of pleasure took Jubilee unexpectedly with his
last movements, she went limp under him, exhausted,
sated.
He rolled off of her and rolled her over onto him like
a cat with a new ball of yarn. He pressed her head to
his chest and closed his eyes.
"They're back." Creed said into her hair, just then
she heard the jeep.
"Damn." Jubilee sighed.
"Darlin, yer gonna have some explainin' ta do."
Creeds voice sounded strange.
"Yeah, I know, but I can take a ribbin'..." Jubilee
stiffened at the sound of a motorcycle.
"Oh shit Victor, Logan's back early!" She sat up in
panic.
"Don't ya worry Jujubabe, I'll go out an 'talk' t'tha
runt for ya." Sabretooth stood, pulled on his pants
and had his hand on the doorknob in a single motion.
His eyes glinting with ferocious delight.
"Wolverine knows he's gotta share his toys w'me. He
just needs some remindin'. You'd better be here when
I get back girlie, a good scrap always gets me hard."
His musk hung in the air as the door closed behind
him. Jubilee felt it fall around her as she sank back
into the mauled bed and pulled torn covers up to her
chin. Outside she heard Sabretooth's vulgar roar and
Wolverines familiar 'SNIKT'. She knew they wouldn't
kill each other, but no matter who won this dustup,
Jubilee wondered if *she* would survive the night.
The End.
