Message-ID: <980eli$9705282126@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: news.internetMCI.com!Kokujin@uunet.uu.net Subject: Creed: The Hunger. Prologue Creed: The Hunger by Kokujin. Originally, I wrote a tale called Creed. An X Story, and I saw it recently reposted on the usenet. So, I have decided to send up the story, in its entirety, eventually. I have edited the story slightly, to clarify some things. Note: This story is a work of fiction, containing graphic sexual encounters. It is intended for viewing by mature audiences. Minors should not not view, obtain, or circulate this material under any circumstances. All rights are reserved by the author. Prologue: Creed had just made it into the subway at Columbus Circle, when he spotted the Transit Police in front of him. His captors were onto him, so he needed the darkness of the tunnels, to provide enough cover. In mere seconds, streaks of crimson and shrieks from commuters, sent hundreds into a state of panic. They're just meat, Creed thought, as a flash of ruby light punched through a wall like it was tissue paper. " God damn it! That one-eyed bastard tracked me again! ", Creed spat. A mother and child made a good diversion, as Creed tossed them into the tracks, before an on-coming train. Cyclops dove into the tracks after them, using his energy blast to disable the train. That was all of the time Creed needed. He disappeared into the shadows. " Storm, Gambit, Wolverine!" Cyclops echoed on the communicator. " He went into the tunnels. We need to sniff him out before someone else dies tonight." Wolverine snorted, " The next dead thing 'round here is gonna to be that worthless, piece of shit." Creed laughed out loud when he heard the runt's threat " Not in your lifetime, junior." A small glowing sphere rolled to his feet. Boom! Creed felt his neck snap as he hit the wall. But with his ability to heal himself rapidly, the effects faded. He rolled into the storage room, that was a few yards away. It took him several seconds, but he slowly rose and saw Boomer looking down at him. " I'm here to take you back Creed, with your cooperation or in pieces." " Well, if it isn't the frail who set me free. What, do you want me to thank you properly? Here?" His wicked smirk, revealed his long feline teeth. " I could do that, you know?" Three spheres sailed towards Creed. The bright flashes blinded Boomer briefly, and in a few blinks she realized that Creed was gone. She spun around, trying to get a fix on him. Nowhere. A finger probed her jugular. She gasped. Creed already had his thick arm around her. " Try it bitch. Can you make one of your firecrackers, before I slit your throat. I don't think so." He lifted her off of the ground. Boomer knew that she was in deep trouble. Creed squeezed her, forcing most of the air out of her. " So, why are you really here? Did you really think that you would be able to take me back? Or could it be that you wanted a piece of me before I left for good?" Boomer panted, " I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Creed. I messed up, and I'm trying fix my mess." " Look Sweets, the nose knows. I smell you. You wear that horny little scent like you bathed in it. It's that same scent, when you fed me every day. And when you took me on walks, like I was your fuckin' pet. You like the danger that I represent, and it turns you on." " You don't know what the hell. . .", Boomer started to say, until she felt his erection pressing against her ass. Her words trailed off. Unconsciously her body moved against him, with a slight shiver. Almost silently came a slight moan. Sniff! Sniff! " You're even hotter now. You want me to fuck you, I bet. You want to know what it's like to be with a true animal? You want the beast? I couldn't even control it. But for you, I'll give you the beast. Most definitely." A sharp spasm ran down Creed's body. The hunger's calling him. Reminding him of the damage Logan did to his brain. He couldn't control the hunger. Creed flipped on the communicator, " Logan. Logan are you there old buddy?" Skertch. " Who the hell is this?!", Logan growled back. " Don't tell me that you know who it is? " " You fuckin' bastard! When I find you. . ." " You'll never find me, runt. All you'll do is listen to me and my little friend Boom Boom here." " Who? This is old business between us. I'm still gonna comin' after you." With his talon-like nails, Creed tore down the front of Boomer's uniform. He hoped that Logan could hear it over the radio. His nails were sharp enough to scrape her bare skin. He shed the uniform like a fruit's skin, and slid his hand under her panties. He licked her neck, taking in the sensations of her body alongside his. Getting his index finger wet, he slid it into her. " Hey, Logan! Whaddya know?! She's a virgin! I'm gonna have so much fun with her before you find us. If you find us. But listen to what you made me into. " On the floor! ", Creed yelled, pushing her to the ground. Boomer kicked back and charged up an explosive. Creed fell on top of her, using his weight to pin her down. He grabbed the hand that held the explosive, keeping her from throwing it. His other hand went back under her panties, rubbing her clit, as if he had all the time in the world. Boomer knew that she could very likely die soon, but she wondered that if in the back of her mind, she wanted something like this to happen between them. Staring sadly at her hand, she let the bomb die out. She didn't want to look at him, she felt that she was betraying a part of herself, and instead stared at the dim light in the equipment room. It was at that moment she noticed it, something in the air, heavy, thick. Suffocating her, and at the same time enhanced her other senses. She found the icy floor contrasting with Creed's hot body on her strangely intriguing. It aroused her. She pushed her free hand against his chest, not as an attempt to free herself, but to touch the animal that threatened her very life. She felt anger, loneliness and desperation at her fingertips. And those feelings flowed into her. " Logan ", Creed breathed into the mike. " I must have her. She'll taste better than that mind-bitch Psylocke. But I don't know what may happen, when I smell that blood." Boomer moved her hand down to Creed's crotch, freeing his penis from his pants. The odor became stronger. The hair around the base of his shaft, pricked against her fingers. She tugged on it roughly, drawing out tepid fluid onto her wrist. Creed smiled at her. Lamb to the fuckin' slaughter, he mused. He positioned his cock alongside her sticky opening. Her held her arms, pinning them to the floor. There was no preparation. No warning. Boomer's screams echoed back into her ears, her legs kicking outwards, vainly attempting to push him off of her. But her parting legs only gave him more room to push his member further into her taut sex. Under Boomer's shut eyes, she saw the bright star-like colors that comes when under intense strain. In one thrust, he tore through her hymen, and firmly planted himself in her. She felt the breath coming from his nose. That and the pain were the only sensations she felt. It made her shiver, as it brushed across her neck. Despite his weight keeping her from breathing properly, she felt it. Despite the cock that continued to tear her apart inside, she felt it. But this was what I wanted, thought Boomer, wasn't it? She hurt like hell, and her legs no longer kicked out. But was she just accepting the pain, or silencing something else in her mind? Boomer hung her arms around Creed's neck. " You're a strange one, girlie. I can tell you like it. The way your pussy grips my dick, baby, tells me everything. I bet all of you X-frails like it that way. Maybe I'll find out from each of you, before I kill you." Creed pulled her up, propping her on his lap. Boomer bit her lip hard, as she sank further onto his thrusting cock. Creed lick the drop of blood that oozed from her lip. The crimson's taste increased the blood lust, triggered when he took her virginity. *Growl*. He was losing control of himself, and it didn't matter to him. If he tore her apart while fucking her, her loss. She was going to die anyway. Boomer pulled herself closer to him, holding onto his massive shoulders. Her fingers didn't go quite around them, instead digging into his flesh. The pain was also triggering Creed's feral nature. He pumped faster, hands in vise-like grip at her waist. Boomer looked into the eyes of the animal, feeling her body unconsciously tensing up. " Wha-what's happening to m. . ." The words died in her lips. Her whole body seemed to jerk and tighten around his prick, and she wailed uncontrollably. She felt Creed's cock throb and jerk, erupting with sweltering bursts of semen. Some oozed out of her, and down Creed's thighs, making its way into a small puddle. Boomer's head fell onto Creed's shoulder. It took a while for her to catch her breath. Creed felt different however, his body still clamored for more of her. " That was somethin' kid, but it didn't calm down the wildness in me enough. I need more. I need. . ." " What you need scumbag, is whole lotta hurt." Wolverine growled, as he squatted by the door. With claws extended, he leaped at Creed. Boomer was still too groggy to fully realize what was happening. She just saw a figure hurling itself at her. Instinctively, she threw a bomb at the shadow, realizing too late that it was Wolverine. It blew him through a wall. " Oh God! Wolverine! Somebody, over here! Creed's. . ." He covered her mouth and carried her into the new tunnel Boomer had inadvertently discovered. Creed knew that the others weren't far behind. He had to get out of the tunnels fast. " You didn't walk from upstate to find me. Where's your car?" Boomer sighed, saddened that she just lost her only way out. " In Central Park." It took a while for Creed to find his way out. Occasionally, he held Boomer against a wall, for a quick fuck, until he smelled the others' scent. He could barely control his lust. He had only begun to notice the unfamiliar odor that came from his body. It drove the animal in him to the surface, and it had probably affected Boomer as well. Creed wanted the others to hear Boomer moans echo in the tunnels, to let them know that they were so close, but not enough. Twist that knife, baby, he thought. Boomer was hoping to delay the inevitable. But the reasons blurred wanting to live, to feeling inside her again. There was a hunger in her. She couldn't control it. She didn't like it at all. Creed enjoyed the sounds of his growls mixed with her strained voice. A taste of things to come. They saw light, coming from a construction project in the park. Boomer tried to stall for as long as she could, but they found the 'car'. It was actually a mini-jet. " You know ", said Creed, ripping off whatever clothes remained on the both of them.. " Those friends of yours may kill me because of what I did to old Psylocke at the mansion. Hell, you even tried to kill me after watching the both of us. But after what they did to me, those pricks are getting off easy. In fact, why am I running from those losers. I think I'll take the battle to them. End it there. Make things even. But I want those pricks to suffer before I go. Especially Logan." Creed paused thinking of something that brought a smile to his face. " Wait, I know just the little runt to help me out. C'mon kid. You're coming with me." He pulled her with him into the cockpit. " Gee, nowhere for you to sit except on my lap." Creed stared down at his cock. He was still hard. " Please ", moaned Boomer. " I'm so sore. Don't." Creed almost looked sympathetic, wiping the forming tears from her eyes. She's got the hunger too, he mused. Despite the pleas, she still wiggled her hips over him. " Don't worry frail. Your pussy's safe." He guided her down to his lap. She felt the head of his cock push apart her buttocks. She immediately tried to get up, but his arms were already pulling her down. " But your ass? Now, that's another story. " " Aw, no! No! " She began to shriek. " Don't, it's gonna tear me apart!" Creed shrugged his shoulders. " Well, you better spread your cheeks, or something, 'cause I will fuck this tight ass. Hey, don't tighten up. It'll only hurt more. Don't want to listen? Well, I did warn you." He pushed slowly, with her fighting every inch trying to enter her. But she could not hold him back. When Creed's dick was half-way buried in her, Boomer conceded and tried to loosen the tension of her anus. Soon, she felt his balls against her cheeks. She didn't move, fearing any shift would send pain racing through her ass. Creed set the controls on computer controlled flight. After pushing the last command into it, he pulled Boomer closer to him. He laughed to himself. " Get comfortable, frail. We have fly for a while. And I'll think I'll entertain myself, since you're here." Creed bounced the naked, weary girl on his cock, occasionally slipping his finger into her soppy cunt. Boomer moaned and cried, with her head resting on his shoulder, looking at the clouds. Cyclops and the others were in the Blackbird, still trying to pinpoint Creed's position, when they heard a weak voice over the radio. " Is anyone there? Professor? " " Cyclops here. Is that you Boomer?" Sniff. " Yeah. You gotta stop him. He wants to kill all of us. Said he was gonna come back for me. He's gonna to get the kids." " What? I don't understand. Where is he headed? " " We're in Massachusetts. At the Academy. . ." Cyclops frantically called out to the now unconscious girl, who laid in cockpit, unable to answer. Unable to do anything. To be continued. Please send your comments to me at kokujin@internetMCI.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /