The Wilds

III - Diana *NSFW*

   1343 didn’t know how, but she had somehow managed to break free from the stripes of leather that had been tied around her wrists. Ignoring the numbing ache on her hands, she began clawing desperately at the rope in her ankles, leaving every strategy behind in favour of simply sawing the rope in fast, hasty motions. She heard the loud bumping noise continue outside the door, yet chose to ignore it and began sawing faster. Whatever that distraction was, she didn’t have much more time to make use of it.

   At last, her left leg was free. Not wanting to waste more time, 1343 swallowed the desire to celebrate smugly and put herself back in the task. Teeth grating against each other from the effort, her back felt tight, the muscles on her biceps beginning to burn from the effort, when the rope on her right leg finally fell to the ground with a thud. She let herself celebrate this one time, yet only for a few seconds, before getting up from the bed. Her wrists hurt where the men had tied her perhaps a bit too tightly, and her legs were on the thin line between alight and deadened, stinging with static, but otherwise, she felt great. If given the opportunity, there would be still plenty of energy in her body for her to run for a solid hour or so.

   The strange bumping noise had stopped and given way to what sounded like fighting. She sniffed the air, catching the scent of some guards, the doctor, the other they intended for her to “bed” with and of 0872. Suddenly remembering him, 1343 pushed the heart rate machine out of the way, letting it fall soundly on the ground, the glass of its screen shattering and that insufferable beep finally stopping, and crouched so she was levelled with the hole.

    “Hey. You there? I’ll try to open your door from the outside. One of these fuckers should have the key” she murmured, but no answer came. She called for him – a chorus of “hey you” since neither of them had names, even tried peering through the hole, but was only met with the clear white walls of his room and the tip of his bed pushed against a corner.

   The moment she heard her door be pushed open, 1343 turned around and braced herself for a fight, pushing 0872 to the corner of her mind. She could fight a few guards, couldn’t she? And even if she failed, she was more than glad to die trying. If she could take a few down with her on the way, then it would be a victory.

   Prepared to face a gun-wielding guard, 1343’s body froze in place when she found herself facing 0872 instead.

   Truth be told, she had tried her utmost not to fantasize about what he looked like. There was no point to it, after all, was there? He was her friend, could as well be the only other person in the world for her – he was there, and that was more than enough to 1343. Yet nothing really prepared her for the sight of him: 0872 was huge, towering over her from at least a head, if not more. His hair and somewhat of a beard were both a dark brown, the latter framing a diamond-shaped face, with a rough, carved jawline and high cheekbones that gave way to a set of piercing eyes, the left one ruptured by a single scar – had she done that?

    “f*****g gorgeous” she heard him mutter to himself, realizing she was probably about to have the same reaction.

    “How are you he...” she began asking, but stopped mid-sentence as realization dwelled upon her: “You burst through your door to get to me, didn’t you? You did” she replied to her own question when 0872’s eyes seemingly told her all she needed to know.

   The door shot open, revealing at least three guards with their guns pointed at the both of them and the tiny doctor who resembled a rat. The man seemed to freeze beneath both 1343’s and 0872’s gazes, but got himself together surprisingly fast, only the sweat on his forehead denouncing his agitation as he spoke:

    “I take you both know what to do. We will be monitoring your activities and get back once you’re finished” he said before closing the door, trapping them both yet again.

   1343 let out the strangled sound that seemed trapped on the back of her throat, a mixture of a hiss and a whimper. In all her eighteen years, life had never been so hectic or surprising as the last five f*****g minutes. For once, the thought of escaping, or having been so damn near it, didn’t cross her mind, too entranced in the strange edge she felt radiating from 0872 as she was.

    “How long did you know?” he asked after a while, his eyes never leaving hers, his chest pumping up and down as if he was trying to control something.

    “Know… About the heat cycle?” she asked, hesitant. 0872 nodded in response. “Since a few years ago I think, can’t be many. I heard Tennison talk about it one time”.

    “Did they ever forced a male onto you?” he queried, a livid sharpness to his voice. 1343 raised an eyebrow but ultimately decided to ignore it.

    “No” she responded, “They just gave me some meds to take it away”.

    “The blue pills” he acknowledged, and 1343 saw herself nodding. 

    “This is a f*****g mess” she voiced, putting her arms on her hips and averting her gaze to the f*****g hole in the wall. How the hell were they talking normally? After all they’ve been through as if nothing had ever happened? What would happen after the guards came back? What was supposed to happen while they were gone? “Why the hell didn’t you run?” her eyes shot back to his, finding them still locked on hers. He was barely breathing now, his hands balled into tight fists by the side of his body. She took a step towards him, noticing he grow even stiffer as if it were even possible until she was merely inches away. She had no idea if she was indeed angry with him or with her desperately aroused body, bothering her since a day before as it had been, was just looking for excuses to touch him, lame as they were. Either way, she shoved him lightly.

   The muscles on 0872’s jaw grew even tighter, the circle-shaped lumps at the back of it carved rigidly against the skin.

    “You could’ve been out of here already” she hissed, lifting her arms to shove him yet again but giving up mid-way. Instead, she locked them behind the nape of her neck and looked to the white-painted ceiling, brightly lit by a cone-shaped lamp “God and this f*****g heat. I can’t believe it. It was hard enough already. It shouldn’t affect you.”

    “It does” he replied, voice husky as if he didn’t mean to use it.

    “Yeah, I noticed” she shrugged, searching for anything in the room to look at besides his eyes. A deep warning growl came from somewhere deep within his chest, but she bit back the submissive instinct to do as he ordered and kept her gaze focused on the overturned heart rate machine. The growl came again, this time louder, making something to her body she wasn’t sure she wished for it to do. Finally glancing his way, she hissed back, but what she saw made her want to stumble back.

   0872 looked raw, feral even, his lips tilted up slightly as he breathed, showing a pair of rather pointy canines she had no idea he had. Despite the animalistic and downright scary way he stared at her though, 1343 couldn’t help but feel her insides clench at the sight, nearly aching on the pace of a heartbeat, the scent of the arousal in her thighs strong enough she could scent it. And if the slight tilting of his head as he inhaled deeply was anything to go by, he could scent it as well. God, she had to mentally fight back the urge to climb atop him and grind her way out of this mess. She needed release, and to that, he could just as well be water in the middle of a f*****g desert.

   1343 took a step back, 0872 didn’t follow her. She took one more, the rumble of his low growling making her tremble. Three more and the back of her knees met the bed. Nowhere else to go, she let herself slide to the floor. Bringing her knees up to her chest, 1343 tried to focus on her breathing, urging to control herself despite the loud thumping of her heart in the chest, the desire that made her legs shake and feel as if she couldn’t properly rely on them and the ever-growing craving she felt towards 0872.

   Very slowly, she watched him crouch. One hand on the floor then the next, then the knees. Eyes focused on her like a mighty predator, what she supposed he was after all, 0872 crawled his way towards her, his posture pure stalking. When he got close enough for their breaths to blend, they gazed into each other’s eyes for what it felt like an eternity before he dropped his head to the crook of her neck. Not touching her per se, 0872 caressed her skin with his breathing, rough and hot against her collarbone, before he grazed the tip of his nose against her jaw and inhaled loudly, giving her neck light open-mouthed kisses. 1343 held her breathing, the sensation making her purr against him.

   0872 continued his path downwards, the warmness of his breath enveloping her whole being as he left her collarbone and turned to trail down her breasts. Mouth skimming over the swell of her cleavage, his lips lightly scraped against it, making 1343’s choppy breath of anticipation the only audible sound in the room. Instead of taking his sweet time though, as both were anything but on the right mind for teasing, 0872’s face continued over, the side of his head brushing against her belly, finally stopping between her thighs.

   Pushing her legs open by positioning himself between them, his large shoulders on either side of her thighs, 0872 lowered his body till his face was levelled with the area below her navel and in one single motion gripped the waist end of her pants and tore them apart, the sound of the fabric tearing all but stifling the strangled sound of surprise that came out of 1343’s mouth.

   Breath caught up in her throat, 1343 sealed her eyes shut as it if could help her cope with the myriad of sensations overwhelmingly stealing her control away from her. The second she opened her eyes, she wished she hadn’t: 0872 was laying between her legs, her back to the bed behind her and her thighs shamelessly spread apart around him, the pants ripped open below her waist but otherwise still covering her legs. Biting her bottom lip tightly, she refrained from making any noises as 0872’s hands shot up beneath her and gripped her ass tightly.

   Nothing had prepared her for what was bound to come when he used his fingers to swiftly slit her underwear to the side and drove his face in her p***y, so she did the only thing that felt natural, her body responding on its own – moaned.

   And he sucked her, lips grazing and circling against her c**t, tip of the tongue in and out of her opening in succession. No technique on either part, he simply licked her from top to bottom in a desperate attempt to drink her in, her scent clearly overwhelming both, whilst 1343 could only curse against his mouth, the lapping of his tongue and the firm, bruising grip on her ass making her legs squirm and tremble around him. Placing her feet over his back, founding the ground on either side of his biceps, she gave in to her body’s eager response, sliding a hand through his hair and forcing his face harder against her aching p***y in an aggressive move that elicited groans from both of them.

   1343’s whole body was writhing now as 0872 enveloped her whole with his mouth and tongue, lapping her c**t so fast her moans – now a series of choppy strangled cries that overlapped each other, matched his pace. As an orgasm built its way from her core, making her muscles ache in pent-up energy, 1343’s hips began to jerk, thighs squirming around 0872’s head violently, making him have to hold her hips down firmly to keep her still. Looking her in the eye, his glinting with a feral, hungry need, he brought his mouth to her c**t, now doubled in size and shining pink and wet in the white light, and licked it one, two, three times, until she came apart.

    “Fu-f**k f**k f**k f**k” was the only word she could muster, over and over again as her body shaped itself into a spasming mess, hips jerking away from 0872.

   One hand on the inside of her thigh, thumb stroking her outer lips in languid motions while the other still held her hip in place, 0872 seemingly waited for her to compose herself. It took full minutes of laboured breathing and random spasms, but the orgasm, at last, left her body.

   Not nearly enough.

    “Please” she started, having to support herself on her arms as she rose to meet him, being as her legs weakened under her bodyweight. She brought her hands to his face, cupping it, his skin soft and his stubble prickly against her palms as she spoke: “I need you. Please”, it was almost a cry, a depraved begging 1343 would otherwise find absurd hadn’t she need him so much now. It could as well be killing her, the suppressed desire still held within her core, because looking at him, scenting the desire he was trying to restrain, seeing it shining unbashful in his eyes, was doing things to her insides. “Please”.

   Everything happened in seconds, so fast that 1343’s head spin as her back met the ground. She had reached out to him, hand cupping the outline of his c**k through his pants when the hand on her hip without warning had pulled her down towards him. Sitting under him, the arm with which 0872 braced his weight on the floor being the only thing keeping them apart, 1343 stared at his dark, desire-filled eyes for a few long moments before she decided to throw caution to the winds. 0872 did the same.

   Their hands met in a frenzy, hers fighting to lower the waistband of his pants whilst 0872’s tore away the rest of hers. He ripped the fabric off her thighs the moment she managed to spring his c**k free, yet neither stopped what they were doing. When he adjusted her hips underneath him, lowering himself till their chests were pressed against each other, 1343 grabbed his c**k and drove it all the way inside her.

   Pain tore through her, a burning that grew from the inside. She screamed, sharp fingers sinking into the skin of his shoulders, but 0872 stood motionless atop her. Eyes closed and lips sealed tight against each other, a vein popping on his forehead from the effort to stand still, to give her time to adjust to him, to give himself time to adjust to the feeling of being in her.

   The pain lasted whole minutes, though it felt like an eternity to 1343, till it finally started to fade. As the ache gave way to desire, little by little, 1343 began grinding on him, hips meeting his on slow trusts, his c**k twitching inside of her, her p***y slamming against his groin. 0872 stood still, arms on either side of her head, hands balled into fists. When she heard a low groan erupt from somewhere within him, resounding from his chest more than leaving his lips, she met his c**k with her p***y again, this time with more force, her thrust lifting his hips up.

   And that was all 0872 was going to take. With a snarl, one of his hands shot up to her hip, pinning her torso to the floor, while the other remained on its spot beside her head. Eyes locked on hers, he thrust one time, hard. Then another. His hips began meeting hers furiously, with no sense of rhythm. As he picked up the pace, pounding so hard into her he drove her body forward at each thrust, 1343 fought the grip on her hip by buckling it up, meeting his thrusts halfway. The sound of skin hitting skin revolved around the room, soon beaten by her wild moaning, 0872’s groans swallowed by it.

    “Please please please – oh God. f**k. Harder, harder, please” she said, words coming out like a confused babble, and 0872 obliged. Lifting his torso until he sat on his hunches, he held either side of her hips upwards on a firm, bruising grip. Half her body lying on the ground and the other suspended by him, her legs sprawled on his thighs, 0872 began pistoling inside of her, so hard both of their moans spiked in pitch.

   And just like that, they were f*****g. Hard and fast. Bodies meeting in an overeager frenzy.

   When a thin line of sweat began to show through his shirt, marking it to his skin, 0872, at last, took it off, and 1343 marvelled at the sight of him: the muscles of his arms and shoulders shifting and bulging as he held her, abdomen tight from the effort, her c**t brushing against the v of his pelvic bone every time their trusts met, where a trail of brown hair led its way up to his chest.

   Three more trusts and her orgasm hit her.

   Body trembling and spasming yet again, this time 0872 didn’t let her compose herself: he kept f*****g her until, with a strangled groan, head dropping to the crook of her neck, he spilt inside of her. Her orgasm doubled, but his body atop her held her in place, facing through it with her. Breathings seemingly synchronized, they held each other for what felt like hours.

   In truth, it took no more than minutes before the door burst open again, framing the rat-looking doctor and two guards, both pointing their guns at 0872’s back. One of the guns shot, though barely making any sound, and a thin syringe-shaped object, that 1343 recognized as a dart, pierced through 0872’s shoulder blades. He left out a growl that quickly died down, and his body relaxed on top of her.

    “Take him to the high-security wing”.