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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.
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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Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-10 07:00 am (UTC)From: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.
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-10 07:13 am (UTC)From: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.
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-12 08:49 am (UTC)From:Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-13 12:07 am (UTC)From: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.
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-15 06:22 am (UTC)From:Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-15 06:56 am (UTC)From:"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.
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-17 07:04 am (UTC)From:Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-18 04:23 am (UTC)From:Finally her eyes fluttered open and she shot a terrified gaze up at her attacker. "... please"
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-18 09:28 am (UTC)From:Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-18 11:03 pm (UTC)From: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.
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-20 08:30 am (UTC)From:With an achingly stiff cock that had stained his bed with white, and no victim in sight.
"FUCK!!!"
((That work, Milady?))
Re: (And in her dreams)
Date: 2006-09-21 05:09 am (UTC)From:"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.