sinful_minx | Dreams and reality *warning, non-con graphic sex included*

Pepper sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, casually rubbing the bruise on her arm. The bruise left over from when Deacon had finally come home last night from walking out on her the night the computer system crashed. She could still remember how still he got, how his eyes blazed red when she quietly told him of what happened. He’d questioned her intently then, walking in circles around her in the office as she stood there and shook with fear, knowing herself to have failed her lover, and her boss. His voice got quieter and quieter, and finally he stood there staring at her as she crumpled to the floor in tears. But he never touched her. Not to punish her, not even to ease her crying. He just stared down at her, then turned and walked out of the room and the penthouse as she’d hid her face and sobbed. And he didn’t come home for days.

But she’d heard what he had done. Her phone rang again and again, her hand-picked team calling her frantically for help as he broke in to their homes or their apartments, and took care of the ones responsible for not calling her as soon as soon as the trouble started. She listened helplessly as they cried out for help, as they screamed and died. Their shrieks of terror and pain were nearly as loud as her lover’s torrents of laughter, at least it seemed that way from her end. And after the first few calls, she simply shut off her cell phone.

Deacon finally returned, late the night before, and she had just gotten out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body she was on her way to bed when from out of nowhere he was just – there. Staring at her from the doorway as she turned, startling her and drawing a cry of fright from her lips. He came at her then, with eyes so red they glowed. Pepper stood there, not protesting at all as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, shoving her down to her knees on the rug. She didn’t stop to think, her hands were already going to his belt buckle and his zipper, smoothing Deacon’s pants down over his hips and down over his knees. Pepper took him deeply into her mouth to suckle and lick. He’d pulled her towel off and his hands entwined into her hair, controlling her head and thrusting himself in deeply, fucking her mouth. Thrusting so hard she gagged a few times, choking on his size and his force.

From there she was pushed over on to her back for a time, then rolled onto her stomach, and then her back once more. Finally, he had wrung enough screams of pleasure from her lips that her voice was hoarse, her mouth dry. Her hair was matted, damp with sweat and her body was covered in a sheen of it. And she was marked as well. Marked by his fingers, holding her so tight he’d left bruises on her pale flesh. And marked by his fangs, with blood trickling from her throat, her breasts, even the inside of her thighs. Breathless, she laid there in a daze until he’d picked her up off the floor, setting her on the bed and licking sloppily at the wounds in her skin, wounds he’d made. Casually, Deacon then unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside before climbing into bed with her. Just as he shut off the light he rolled over and kissed her on the lips, nuzzling her cheek lightly as he pulled the sheets up over them. “Love you” was all he said, was all she heard as she passed out.

And tonight when she’d finally woken up he was gone again. Pepper had taken a shower, washing the blood and the sweat off her. Tonight she was going to try to wait up for him. She was going to stay up and read and… She yawned and looked at the clock. Nearly 3 AM. Pulling her bathrobe tighter around her she retied the belt, then lay back and rested her head on the pillow. On second thought Deacon could wake her when he got in.

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Current Music: In Deacon's penthouse

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Sharif checked in on her webcam occasionally, was watching along from his Blackberry, smirkingly listening to the screams when they came.. and when Frost came back, he scowled thunderously. Seeing their writhing copulation and the way she so willingly submitted to her master nearly made him nauseous with disgust and jealousy.. yet he could not turn away. The city felt his conflicted wrath upon the familiars and lone vampires he could find on the streets.. then returning to his hideout, he fell to an uneasy sleep on a hard pallet with a harder cock tormenting him.

Pepper moaned in fear, running down the alleyway, bared feet on the concrete. The streets were lit dimly by low bulbs and there were shadows, so many shadows where they could hide - where he could hide. She didn't stop to think of who he was, she just knew he couldn't catch her, oh god she could not let him catch her now! She tugged at her shirt, trying to pull it back up in spite of the rips and tears in the cloth, and her long skirt was shredded all aound, rips showing up to her thighs.

She could feel eyes on her in the night, eyes filled with fury and oh so intense. Pepper was gasping for breath as she tried to find a place to hide. A doorway, or perhaps one of the tunnels or.. there! Yes, that was it, the park. There were several places she could hide from him there, either by getting lost in the woodland, or ducking behind the boulders.

Racing across the street she fled into the deepening darkness of the thick trees.

From one of those doorways, there were gleaming yellow eyes. It's odd.. Sharif was so used to looking the way he always had, the Reaper side didn't really show in his dreams- expcept for those insane, blood-lusting eyes.

A vicious, sadistic chuckle sounded as he started to follow, form cloaked by darkness even as the outline was plain. And he was coming in fast.

She heard it, over the street sounds that rapidly faded into the background, the further she went. Quiet and evil, the low laughter echoed through the air, spurring her on in a panic. The part turned forestlike, the trees bunching closer together, becoming denser with less and less light showing though.

Tripping over a brach, she was sprawling on the ground before she realized it. Up on her knees in an instant, she spied a boulder and crawled behind it. Breathing hard and fast, she put a hand over her mouth to try to quiet herself. Not even realizing that her loud heart beat and the smell of her fear could lead the hunter straight for his prey.

Deacon, where are you Deacon..Don't let him catch me, please don't let him find me here.

Hearing her fall, he realized he was closer than he thought. Slowing down, every footfall smoothand deliberate.. getting closer. And closer.

And then he heard her, when he found where she had tripped. More, he smelt her.. and it was delightful. The ambrosia of terror, that sweet underlying scent of the bitch herself.. Intoxicating.

And then he began moving towards the boulder she cowered behind.

The night went silent. Not a single bird, not even the crickets were making noise. Pepper bit the back of her knuckle with one hand and tried to brush the hair out of her eyes with the other. The last of her hair pins fell away and all her hair cascaded down in a torrent, momentarily blinding her as she fought to get it out of her face so she could see again.

What was that? Her head jerked in one direction, then the other. Was that a footstep? Adrenaline pumping through her, Pepper clenched her fists tightly and tried to sit still. Trying to stay quiet, trying to wait out the unknown threat. Finally, her fear got the best of her and she was up again, leaving the hidden safety of her rock, running blindly through the trees to get to somewhere she would be safe from the unknown terror that stalked her tonight.

But THIS time, he saw her.

And made sure to keep her in sight, weaving through the trees, harsh breath edged with just a hint of that dark laughter feeling almost at her neck... And then he overtook her.

Overtook and bore to the ground, pinning down with his body and rising to enjoy the sight of his captive. A hand at her throat, just barely constricting her breath, and a gloating, triumphant smile on his face.

THIS is going to be fun.

A scream was forced from her throat as she went down under the big man. Her breath forced out of her by the fall, she stared up at her attacker, her hands grasping tight around his wrist and her body shaking, trying to breathe in the deep gulps of air she needed so badly. Air he wasn't allowing her to breathe in very easily.

In a near whisper she asked "Who are you" then froze as moonlight momentarily filtered through the clouds and lit up his features. The long dark hair, that beard and mustache - and those oh so familiar, demonic, bright yellow eyes. She squirmed under his body, terror blinding her to all but the need to escape.

"No, oh no. Not you, oh god no not you!"

And he tightened a little, his smile growing as with his other hand he slid out that kukri again. It looked even more vicious this time, as he started to slice away her blouse.. just a hair's breadth away from carving into flesh. And that smile on his face just ached for an excuse.

That is, assuming he even waited for one.

Her eyes were on the blade now, instead of his face. That steel glinting in the faint light, reflecting the moon, reflecting his eyes. And her body froze each time the vicious edge came close to her skin. But as soon as it was gone her hands were together, sweaty and sliding along his wrist, trying frantically to get him to let her have more air.

She moved at the wrong time, and the blade sliced through material and skin at the same time, drawing a whimper from her as a thin edge of red welled up on her skin. "Let me go" She whispered. "Who are you, let me go please letmego"

He wasn't even paying attention to her pathetic pleas. His eyes had fixed themselves on that beautiful line of crimson welling up on pale skin, almost artistic in its own special way. His grip weakened a little, unnoticed by him as he leaned down, licking it up with a slow slide of the top of his tongue. No jaw unhinghing, not yet.

It certainly aroused him further, as he carefully slit an identical curve of pain on the other side, keeping symmetry, and then parting the waist of her skirt and drawing the knife down, down, down.

Her low moan of fear became a hiss of pain as he sliced through her skin again, deliberately this time. She closed her eyes tightly, breathing deeply in of the air she was suddenly able to breathe when his hand loosened on her.

She felt the coldness of the blade on her skin, felt the elastic pull as the dagger caught on the edge of her thong. Then the sudden sting as she flinched and the knife caught skin instead of cloth once more. Slowly she shook her head from side to side, opening her eyes and looking for mercy, looking for anything in the gleaming golden eyes of her captor. "No, oh gods no"

Yet all she found was the ruthless glee of his smile, mirrored in those pitiless eyes.

And then, with a flick of the blade, she was uncovered head to toe. The knife came up, point lined up directly with the pupil of her eye as he took his weight off her body, using main force to move her form over the carpet of dead leaves. His fingers tightened warningly around her throat as he positioned her differently, now straddling her thighs, now knees as hand holding the knife made for additional support to the slowly squeezing right hand.. until he was poised for the next step.

She didn't even blink, she couldn't, she didn't dare. Not with that thing so close to her eye. "Please, please don't cut me again. I'll, I'll stop. I won't scream please just.." Slowly she lowered her hands to her sides, sliding them across the gravel and dirt. Her fingers trailed as she slowly moved, fingers moving to try to capture a small rock or a stick.

"Just put the knife away." Her voice was raised up, breathless and high, breathy.

Only now it was changed. A gradual shift, the kukri moving to her throat after which the hand clenching her breath shut slowly loosened, trailing down her body -a thumbnail flicking sharply over over-pierced flesh, gradually moving down to her thighs. One leg lifted slightly, as a hand with incredible.. one might say inhuman.. strength began working its way between her limbs, the other keeping a brutally efficient blade at her so-vulnerable throat.

She whimpered, her body jerking slightly as his nail lightly raked over her nipple, flicking the piercing. The sensitive flesh perked up, hardening on it's own under his cruel touch.

"N.. no no nonono" Trying so hard not to move her shoulders or head, she attempted to cross her legs at the feet, trying to keep them together with all her strength. It was fruitless, however. She could feel him working his way in, pushing between her thighs, just skimming the short, neatly cut strip of hair she had there.

And gradually, he wedged in a knee where his hand had opened the way, accidentally sliding the knife a touch too close.. one more line appearing to the side of her throat. As he started to wedge her thighs apart, making room for his lower body, that sneer seemed to grow ever brighter, more triumphant; her every denial fueling him further.

And once he got well in place, he began to slide his zipper down.

She bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying as it sliced through her flesh. She could feel the small beads of blood trailing warmly down the side of her neck and she closed her eyes.

But at the sound of his zipper coming undone, she flashed her eyes back open once more. And in that instant she moved.

Pepper had one hand coming up to knock at his wrist and try to move the dagger further away from her, the other hand flinging a handful of gravel and dirt into the face of her attacker. She started wiggling furiously, trying to get away even as she opened her mouth and SCREAMED!

He'd been expecting this, but not all of it. And it still pissed him off but FIERCE. His head turned just in time to avoid the worst of the gravel, but his eyes still stung.. Knife hand knocked away a little, only to gouge along her collarbone as he overcompensated.

Even so, she was going to get back into place. His zipper hand flashed out and caught the wrist of the arm used to dash dirt in his face, the bones grating against each other as he squeezed and pulled her back.. and then squeezed tighter, suddenly twisting.

She's now in a rather worse situation than she was a moment ago.

Pepper hissed at the deep cut in her skin, so close to her throat. The hiss turned to a shriek of pain as her wrist was caught by his much stronger, much larger hand and twisted in a direction that no human wrist could move without breaking bones.

And break they did.

Shock, shock and mind-numbing pain radiated down her arm as she cried out. Sudden tears spilled over as Pepper fell back to the forest floor, lying back and pressing her other hand to her shoulder, pressing against the skin to stem the blood that had been slowly flowing down over her chest. Trying desperately not to move the arm still trapped in her assailant's grip, trying not to move that hand.

And now he yanked that tightly clenched broken wrist over to her mouth, stifling her cries with her own flesh. Gradually removing the knife from her throat, he flipped it to his other hand, holding her abused wrist in her mouth with barely a jerk in the weapon-switch process.

Hand moving down fast to release his cock from its clothy prison, it jutted out hard and full from his lower body, sliding against her inner thigh as he adjusted position for a moment. Holding the kukri over her like the blade of Damocles, where even a drop would kill, he let go her arm and lined himself up, blunt nether weapon poised at the beginning of her tight sheath.

And that smile just looked even more demented and victorious.

She dropped her wrist to her chest, biting her lip to stiffle another scream. Her good hand still held tight over her wound, she began to beg once more, for him to let her go, for mercy for anything.

One look up at his face and she fell silent, simply staring up at those monstrous bright yellow eyes. The eyes of a madman, and a killer. The eyes of a monster, and not the one she loved.

Her tears made it hard to see, and she started shaking, shivering in fear. Slowly she closed her eyes, tilting her head back on the ground with a whispered "Deacon.. help me". And at that her good hand let loose the wound in her shoulderblade and Pepper covered her face with her forearm.

She might not be able to stop him, but by the gods, she didn't have to watch.

Incensed, with that 'help me' he thrust.

Piercing deep inside her, intoxicated with power and rage, he took her roughly, even brutally.. her cunt so tight around him. And even as he savored pistoning a hard, throbbing cock inside her unwilling body, he moved her arm with his free hand. He wanted to see her face as he violated her.

Not gonna look, can't make me, can't make me - DEACON! DEACON! Where are you, lover help.. Her teeth tightly shut, only allowing grunts of pain that echoed his every thrust, she sobbed through closed eyes and screamed in her mind. Feeling her arm pulled away from her face, Pepper whimpered a 'no', trying desperately to pull it back. Her hand captured in his grip once more, she threw her head side to side, trying to cover, to hide with her hair.

hurts, it hurts ithurts ithurts, hurts so.. bad..deaco.. Tight, tight and dry, she lay there helpless below the big man as he rocked her body with the force of his hips smacking against hers on the forest floor.

And already the cuts in the side of her throat were healing up, the smaller wounds already having stopped bleeding. All but the gash in her shoulderblade that continued to wash over her chest, her upper body in a slow stream of hot crimson.

Her every noise of misery like sweet music to his ears, he relished her pain with a depraved light in his eyes.. Now if he could get her to look, it would be absolutely perfect. Still, his cock pummelling her, punishing her for all the times she showed in his thoughts.. It was good enough for now. So he thought, even as he bit down hard on one of the inner slopes of her breasts..

She had started repeating 'hate you' in her mind, every time he shoved his heavy, hardened prick inside her bruised and bleeding body. Every time she groaned in pain, those words echoed in her mind to accompany it. And somewhere along the line, it grew louder as she began mouthing the words to herself. Her face still turned to the side, Pepper hid away from his sight by tangled, and now dirty locks of hair. Her broken wrist she lowered to the forest floor where he wouldn't crush it as he continued to fuck her brutally.

Shifting her legs, Pepper tried to ease his weight off her lower stomach and groin from where his body was still battering down deep inside her. Shifting, moving her hips actually opened Pepper wider to his assault, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper; but anything was better than this constant pain and cramping in her hips and thighs.

Hate you.. hate you hate you hate you "HATE YOU" She cried out at the sudden pain of his teeth biting down on her tender flesh. Her body jerked, head coming up off the ground as she tried to twist away, tried once more to pull her hand out of his grasp. Teeth snapping, and caught hand curled into claws, she strained to capture, amd claw at the face of the monster who smirked so malevolently above her.

A harsh, sadistic laugh sounded as he enjoyed both her vocal suffering and physical submission, receiving him deeper even as she screamed her disgust. Mastering her movements readily, he suddenly jerked her unbroken claw-snarled hand up by the wrist.. unless she was a good deal faster than he expected, her nails would be ripping furrows over her own face. Even the thought of it aroused him further, his vicious thrusts growing yet more ragged and forceful..

But she was fast, fast enough to miss most of the curled nails as they swiftly swung up the side of her face. All but the last few fingers, and of them only her long, sharpened pinky nail did damage as it gouged up her face, barely missing her eye as her head spun to the side.

"Bas... bastard" She choked out, her tears stinging as they hit the open wound ripping up the side of her cheek.

Her insides felt raw, swollen, her nerve endings on fire with pain. Deacon, lover - oh god Deacon... please... Whimpering quietly, she grit her teeth against the pain and closed her eyes tight, refusing to look up at the man who was invading her space, invading her body, invading her life.

And there came that chuckle once more, her disgust and loathing delicious to him, morsels to be savored. Her every motion, every action fueling his overwhelming sense of conquest.. But he wanted look into her eyes as he made his victory complete. Holding on still to her unbroken arm, he stabbed the kukri hard into the ground above her head and began gradually applying pressure to the jugular veins, letting blood go into her head but not come out. Causing veins to swell some and eyes to bulge, let's see her keep them closed now!

Her mouth gaped open and shut; her breath coming quickly, shallowly. Heart beating faster, the sound of it becoming louder and louder louder in her ears, Pepper tried to twist her head away, tried to do something, anything.

Finally her eyes fluttered open and she shot a terrified gaze up at her attacker. "... please"

And with that look, with that begging, he just couldn't help himself any longer; SLAMMING home with a tremendous thrust of his pelvis, he buried himself to the hilt inside her oh-so tight cunt and laughed his twisted, sneering laugh as he began to shoot long streams of his milk-white semen inside her, coating her insides with desecration. That intoxicating sense of fulfillment and conquest filled his body, even as he filled her.. And as he spasmed, the grip on her veins slackened just enough to let blood rush down.

She knew it, knew the moment he raised up slightly and thrust himself hard inside her. Knew it the moment his eyes gleamed down in triumph, staring hard into her own. And most of all she knew it the second she heard him, that laughter that had haunted her, and would haunt her still. She could feel his cock twitch inside her, filling her with the proof of his dominance. Pepper screamed out wordlessly, over and over as she fought to lift her arm,to push him away, her thoughts slamming around inside her with the force of a storm. No, no not yours, notyours - DEACON! ohgod DEACON lover PLEASE!

The blood rushing away from her head made her dizzy, and she whispered one last 'hate you' her dark eyes staring in rage and pain up at her rapist. Then slowly her eyelids closed, and she went limp in exhaustion. Scattered thoughts whirled around in her mind, images of her lover, her attacker, and memories of an insane and vindictive laugh. She could feel the dark closing in, the inviting arms of oblivion as Pepper began to lose consciousness.

Every moment inside her, mastering her struggles as he continued to shoot inside, just kept getting better.. the sensations of victory, dominance, sexual pleasure melding together and taking him higher and higher and higher still... Until as his barbed tongue started to unfold to suck on her nipple, he awoke.

With an achingly stiff cock that had stained his bed with white, and no victim in sight.

"FUCK!!!"

((That work, Milady?))

He'd grabbed her again, her breast and she surged up off the ground with a scream, ready to fight some more. And opened her eyes to look into the light blue, worried eyes of her lover.

"DEACON!" With a sob she was in his arms, crying hysterically, her whole body shaking. "Don't let him get me, don't let him get me!" Over and over she repeated the words, a litany of terror. Deacon picked her up, setting her in his lap as she rocked back and forth and hid in his arms. Finally, FINALLY he got her calmed to the point where she could repeat her dream coherantly, the chase, the attack, the rape. His arms tightened slowly around her as she whisperd again "Don't let him get me Deacon, please please don't let him, don't, please don't."

His lips were on her face, her forehead and cheeks and lips. His whispered promises of devotion, of love and protection finally began to sink in, and she sagged against his body in exhaustion. Laying her down on the bed, Deacon opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of prescription pills. The same ones she refused to take in those long days she couldn't or wouldn't sleep after their building fell.

Shaking two - then one more out into his hand, he gently pressed them to her mouth, his other hand holding out a glass of water to wash them down with. Lying down next to her he held her body close, curling against her protectively until she finally faded back into a drugged and dreamless sleep.

And there he stayed through the night, red eyes gleaming, guarding his woman from the other monsters. The ones loose in the city, and the ones let loose in her mind.