Sue-Eye squirmed off his hand and dropped to her knees in the cramped shower. Cool spray drained over her head and back, stinging as it dripped into her eyes. She grasped Kane’s cock between her hands and licked it like a lollipop, tonguing all the way down to the base and back. He had no balls, only a slightly swollen lump where they should be, but she rubbed at it with her palm anyway. She could feel heat there, searing and strange, and Kane hissed sharply at her touch, but he didn’t knock her away.
“I want this cock,” she whispered. She lathed it with her tongue, sucking hard and slow, her jaw straining to take all of him. She rose up on her knees and rubbed the thick head of him over her breasts and then between them, pushing them tight together.
He laughed again, a startled sound, and tried to step back. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a tit rub,” she said, letting the huge cock slide in and out between her breasts. “You can’t imagine how good it feels.” She bent to lick at the glans pushing toward her face.
Kane leaned back against the wall and growled, his hips lightly thrusting. “That’s good,” she heard him murmur. “You humans…Chok, that’s good…have got to be the most creative fuckers in the whole universe.”
Then his hand closed over her head and he shoved her back. She fell into the faucet with bruising force, her legs slipping painfully out from under her.
“But I don’t need creativity right now,” he said. He got her by the arm and pulled her up, pushing her back against the tiles and knocking her thighs apart.
“Yes!” she hissed, clutching at his hips as he shoved his massive cock into her. It hurt, and after all the stretching her muff had had over the years, that was saying something. Sue-Eye could only hope he read the wince on her face as a grimace of pleasure, and heard the strain in her voice the same way as she gasped, “Fuck me! God, that’s what I want!”
He withdrew, pulling at her hips, and thrust again, wedging himself a little further inside her. She felt a hot splash shoot up against her womb, but he did not go limp. He began to thrust in rhythm, rocking her violently up and down on the wall. His claws dug into her ass, molding her fast against him, penetrating her all the way up to her neck. It was the first time all over again, hard and hurtful and his chest crushing against her face, and for a moment, that ten-year-old’s confusion swam up and blacked out her other senses. Still, she managed to gasp encouragement, grunting his name and fucking him back.
He came again, snarling in her ear, and again. His movements quickened, became even more brutal. He almost seemed to be swelling inside her, cracking her hips apart with every thrust, and soon her cries were genuine enough, even if inspired more by pain than pleasure. There was something primal in the feel of him punching in and out of her, the mass of him pressing her to the wall, the heat of his breath against her neck. It hurt, but it wasn’t all about hurting. There was a part of her that was not playacting, and it grew more urgent with every passing second.
He was cumming faster, his jizz sliding down her thigh to be washed away in the cool spray, and she could hear the wet sucking sounds they made even over the drum of the shower. It did excite her suddenly. After a lifetime associating danger with power, Sue-Eye realized the man sunk inside her was the most dangerous of all. He was inhuman, he was deadly, and right now, he wanted her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out hoarsely as that part of her that craved him crawled toward brittle and covetous climax. She felt a rushing heat inside her as her body flooded with late desire, and he roared like a dragon, his body shuddering in the surge of some inner storm. His cum came fast, a raging jet of it that filled her womb and poured out of her in streams, and then it was done.
He braced his weight on the tiles, panting, and then tried to pull away.
“Oh God no!” she screamed, humping at him in the sickly grip of her body’s need.
He shook her off, baring his teeth, and stepped out of the shower. When she tried to reach for him, he slapped her, sending her tumbling to the bottom of the tub. He turned, stood over the toilet and pissed endlessly, his head thrown back, still breathing hard. She might as well be on the moon for all she mattered to him right now.
Sue-Eye curled around herself, rubbing in a frenzy at her throbbing pussy, cursing in fits and starts. It would never be enough. Her body knew when the blood-stained hand was on her; she was numb to her own touch.
When Kane thumbed the flush-lever and turned around, she was almost under control again, still bitter and furious, but smart enough to try and hide it. His eyes dropped to her hand, writhing in frustration between her thighs. He showed no expression.
“You didn’t let me finish,” she said, before she could stop herself. It was a foolish accusation, and a pointless one.
“I wasn’t doing it for you,” he replied. His gaze drifted to the narrow window. “You’ll get another chance,” he said, and left.
Sue-Eye sat up under the spray, rubbing at herself until her wrist ached and she gave up in disgust. ‘If I were that purple-haired bitch, he’d have made me cum,’ she thought viciously. ‘Twice.’
She wanted Raven dead in that moment. She wanted Kane to do it. She wanted to make it happen.
And she knew she could.
*
He let Raven have the bed. Poor little Raven and her poor little period probably couldn’t survive a night on the carpet. But Kane was lying with Sue-Eye. His arm was around her waist. His hard, naked body was pressed against her back. He let Raven have the bed, but he fell asleep with Sue-Eye.
She lay in the dark with his breath stirring the hairs on her neck, drawing a brittle kind of comfort from that. She hurt a hundred times worse than after her initiation into the Pack. She was bruised inside and out by Kane’s rough sex, but she was easy in her mind. He’d taken her five times now, waiting as long as he seemed able to in between each banging, until he had been visibly throbbing with the need of it. And Sue-Eye, pressed beneath him, had cum twice in response to his forceful movements. She’d tasted blood both times.
When he wasn’t fucking her, then for the most part, he was ignoring her. He worked his little meth lab or whatever the hell it was, looking for all the world like Hollywood’s idea of a mad scientist—all clinking glass and drops of weird liquid—except for the claws and fangs, of course. He was completely absorbed by what he was doing. He noticed her only if she moved or spoke, and even then, it was clear that she was just a distraction.
He’d hit her only twice, and it was her own fault both times. The first time, it was because she didn’t hear his snapping fingers when he got around to wanting her. She should have been paying attention, but Raven had the TV on and Sue-Eye was sitting next to her, trying to watch The Simpsons through a storm of static. She noticed all right when he shoved his chair back and came for her, but by then it was too late. He had her by the throat in an instant and punched her in the gut once and the kidneys twice, pow pow, left and right, leaving her in a spreading pool of piss and pain, scarcely able to breathe, much less scream. And then she’d had to fuck him, both hands clapped tight over her mouth, shrieking with each thrust (and she’d cum that time, cum in spite of the pain or because of it), tears coating her face. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d cried in front of someone, although she remembered it was Dawg who’d done it to her so it couldn’t have been all that long ago.
The other time he’d hit her had been even more her fault. Hot and tired, her kidneys still throbbing like cancer, she’d been trying to choke down a bottle of water and Raven had asked, politely enough, if Sue-Eye would bring her one. “Get it yourself, bitch,” popped right out, and she’d had just enough time for horror as she realized what she’d said, not enough even to begin apologizing, when Kane was at her. The back of his hand connected with her mouth, splitting her lips and filling her throat with blood. She fell, but he caught her by the hair before she could hit the floor, yanking her up and slapping her twice more with dizzying speed.