Savage Land Sex Work 6 (Patreon)

Laura’s hands strayed up to her face, running through her hair. Scott didn’t pretend to understand Logan, even with his long experience, and a female Wolverine, even less so. But the way she held herself told him a little something.

Maybe it was secondhand exposure to Emma and her consistently dirty, Freudian, yet usually right mind… reading sexuality and perversion into just about everything… If she were here, Scott got the feeling she’d tell him Laura wanted him to take command, really show her he could handle her.

And as he thought about it, the faint stirrings in his cock got stronger, more insistent. If he did fuck her, on his terms, it might not be his usual style, but it would get Laura off. He’d certainly enjoy it—how could he not, with Laura looking the way she did?

Her nubile lusciousness, lean and slender, but with small, powerful tempting curves. She looked lightyears away from the short, squat, brutal man that had contributed so much of her DNA, but she certainly had as much attitude. Her own, not a carbon copy of her father’s.

An untamed beauty, wild and even bestial. But not unappealing. Well, Scott had long noticed Logan’s unlikely luck with women. Maybe this was what Jean had felt towards him.

Scott smiled to himself. He knew Jean and Logan’s sexual tension had never been consummated; now the similar attraction between him and Laura was about to be. He’d been the butt of enough cosmic jokes that it felt more than good to have the irony work out in his favor for once.

“Look, Laura,” he said firmly, as if he were ordering about a disobedient dog. “I’m just trying to help you. We need to do something to keep Zaladane from taking you over. If you’d prefer, we can restraint you until her spell is out of commission. But I’d much rather have you in the fight, helping us out. You’ve known the score just as long as the rest of us. Choose one or the other, but don’t talk back to me. We’re all in this mess together.”

“I’m sick of your tone!” Laura snapped at him. “I’ll talk back to you if I want or do whatever else I damn well please!”

She whirled around in a flurry of unruly hair and started to walk away. Scott grabbed her by the shoulder strap.

“Don’t walk away from me, do not turn your back on me, and don’t speak to me like that!” Scott barked at Laura, giving her body a hard shake. “Apologize. Right now.”

With a warning growl, Laura popped her claws on one hand. Scott slapped her across the face. Her growl cut off like someone had pulled the plug on a stereo.

“You dumb fucking cunt. You’re seriously going to unsheathe your claws with me?” Scott demanded angrily. “Get down on your knees.”

“You can’t tell me—“ Laura began, but before she could even finish, Scott backhanded her with the same hand he had slapped her with. Her head rocked to the side. Her lip split, letting out a notch of blood, before healing.

“Are you going to make me repeat myself or are you going to do as you’re told?” Scott asked, not shouting, but with a deadly anger behind his quiet tone.

Laura got down on her knees.

“That’s better,” Scott told her. “And put those claws away before you really piss me off. I should kick the shit out of you for even showing me those, but we don’t have time for that.”

“Yes, sir,” Laura said lowly, retracting her claws.

She trembled, but Scott knew it wasn’t in fright. Laura wasn’t afraid of anything.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he asked. “Can’t wait to get fucked… can barely even put up a fight. Well, you’re going to have to wait, because I’m not so much as laying a finger on you before you say you’re sorry.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I won’t do it again, sir.”

“You won’t?” Scott prompted.

“I’ll never, ever do it again,” Laura mewled.

“Take your pants off before I use an optic blast on them.”

Laura obediently stripped off what remained of her trousers, exposing her darkly thatched womanhood. Her untamed savagery extended between her legs. Her bush was wild and verdant—not even Rogue was so unmanageable down there.

“Very nice,” Scott said, watching Laura melt with praise—tremble like she was having a seizure. “Are you a virgin?”

Laura nodded dolefully. “Couldn’t let them figure out I healed. So they put it other places.”

“I won’t.”

Scott knelt down beside her. He opened her creamy thighs and pushed his forefinger through her pubic curls until he’d reached her pink slot. Even damper than he’d expected. Open and sucking at the first touch of his fingertip. Scott stuck his finger deep into her young pussy.

Laura’s mouth dropped as she felt his finger push into her tight, virgin sex, then her face darkened. She scowled at Scott, spat at him: “You can’t do this to me!”

Scott took his hand away from her cunt and moved it to her throat, catching her in a grip that could’ve throttled a N’Garai. Usually, he would’ve expected a move like that to get his arm removed at the elbow, but it got more of a sensual reaction from Laura than fingering her had. She rubbed her thighs together, all but masturbating.

“I can do whatever I want to you. You’re mine,” Scott growled. “Don’t think I won’t smash your face in. It’ll just heal and I’ll have something pretty to look at again while I fuck you.”

Laura still twisted and turned, trying to escape without trying, making Scott work to be strong enough to suppress her. He slapped her five times in rapid succession, her flaming cheeks making her reel with pain. Then he thrust her down to the ground and knelt across her throat, his knee holding her down while his hand went back to her cunt.

“At least your pussy knows who’s in charge,” Scott said, the simmering anger in his tone telling Laura he had no sympathy for her pain. “It’s nice and hot and slick for me. “

His finger probed inside her folds, stroking the tight walls within. His thumb rolled across her tiny clit, making it pulse into stiffness.

“I… I’ll do anything you want,” Laura whimpered. “It feels good when I do what you want.”

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

Scott let up with his knee, allowing Laura to gasp in breath. She quickly moved to kiss his knee, mewling and nuzzling against his leg like a bitch in heat. Scott took his hand away from her slot and stroked her thigh like all was forgiven. Then, as a test, he brought his hand back to undo the waistband of his loincloth so the whole thing fell away from his naked body.

Laura sat up, but only as far as rising onto her elbows. Her breasts heaved. She suddenly realized the confinement her right breast still was under. Hurriedly, she undid her top and took it off, presenting her nakedness to him like she was returning some lost possession to its rightful owner.

“What do you want to do with me, sir?” Laura asked, very nice, very respectful.

She could tell the time for games was over. She needed to show now that she knew her place.

“I want to bitch-fuck you,” Scott said.

“What’s that?” Laura asked. “Sir?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like. I fuck you like a bitch. Now get down on your hands and knees.”

Laura rolled over, putting her palms flat on the ground, lifting her magnificent ass up with her knees. Scott knelt down behind her, his upthrust prick coming down on her pert buttocks like a judge’s gavel. He slapped it against her ass a few more times, sliding the tip up and down her crevice, trickles of precum lubricating his acts.

Then he put his left hand on the back of her neck, holding her steady while his right gripped his erection and slapped it across her cheeks.

“Are you giving me a spanking?” Laura asked.

“Yes.”

She looked back over her shoulder. “Why? What’d I do?”

“You got my cock all hard. Now you have to feel how hard you made it,” he said, and smacked it against her ass violently enough to hurt.

Laura winced, not so much because she couldn’t take the pain, but because the jolt of submission she got from being on the receiving end of this treatment was so intense for her. “You’re really… paddling me with it… aren’t you, sir?”

“Yeah. This is what happens when you go around teasing men and getting them hard.”

“Am I bad, sir?”

“Yes, you are. But I’m going to make you feel good.” He slid himself between her slick thighs. “Put it in.”

Laura caught hold of his manhood as it throbbed between her legs. She squeezed the girthy erection. “Put it in? You mean inside my pussy, sir?”

Scott petted her bare back. “Yes. Right where it belongs. Don’t think, just give your cunt to me.”

Laura rolled her hips back to him. She lifted his prick up. Her knees opened.

She put him into herself.

“OH! OHHH!”

“Nice and hot. Already enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Scott asked, settling his hands on her hips, clutching them with his thumbs stroking her as he plugged in and out slowly. His ass clenching while he fed himself into her. His long hard prick running gloriously in and out of her cunt.

“You’re fucking me,” Laura moaned, her eyes glazed.

“I’m bitch-fucking you. You’re on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat. And I’m behind you, on top of you, fucking your little pussy like it’s meant for.”

“Oh wow. Wow. You’re dirty, sir. You’re nasty.”

“Say what I’m doing to you, Laura. Tell me what’s happening to that sweet, virgin cunt.”

“I shouldn’t. It’s naughty,” Laura huffed, wiggling her tight little ass back into Scott’s lap, swirling its roundness around in circles like she was trying to extricate it from Scott’s impalement. But only succeeded in pleasuring him more.

“Say it,” Scott ordered, giving her buttocks a pinching squeeze that got a shrill cry of pain from Laura. Not really hurtful, just driving her deeper into submission.

“You wanna hear about all the naughty things I’m enjoying?” Laura cooed.

“Yes,” Scott grunted, pumping harder at her ass.