DEVOURED BY HIM: EXPERIMENT 03

Chapter Three

Lycus watched the woman above him. She looked stunning like the first time he had his eyes on her. She was more curvy and feisty than before. The genuinely wholehearted woman in her white lab coat had disappeared. Instead, her skin was light and soft, successfully making her look like a dead person with heavy eye-bags and heavy upper lips. He likes the slight changes in her new appearance.

He felt rage and almost tore apart the guards when they dragged her unconscious body into the cell. She was in a bad state. The thought of someone torturing her made his blood boil dangerously. He had memorized the scent of everyone that touched her. Perhaps he would go easy on them, since she was not constrained or-

A low growl echoed through the cold cell as he thought of her being violated. The woman above him flinched and flickered. Her brain needs more time to take in and use the information. The frown on her face showed distrust of him. Her sharp claws, not longer than his were lifted into the air and lightly caressed his nose. It was adorable when she thought she could intimidate him. His lips twitched as the smell of fresh blood and arousal mixed in the air, intensifying his desire.

This little female belongs to him.

Her strange eyes sparkled in anger, giving him a silent threat. But, he cannot stop the needs inside him, wanting to devour this female until she screams for mercy, begging him for a rest after a couple of orgasms. Then, at last, she sneers, "How the f*****g hell do you know about him? Don't you dare lie to me!

Her mouth trembles, " H-he was..."

Barbara is muted, quivering when she thinks about the saddest memory and glossing over to grasp her chin and pull it down till her breath caressed his. Hot and wet core rubbed against his abdomen, and well-rounded breasts pressed to his chest. It was a successful way to torture him. He cannot do anything besides hold her in his arms, "Speak."

He observed her expression, "Tell me what happened to him."

She opens her eyes and glares at him before quickly looking away in guilt. Her voice was soft and too low for a human to hear, "He d-died."

It came out along with a chock. He patiently waits for Barbara to explain. He did not interrupt her, not even once. The curiosity to know what the female heard about him defeated the anger and grudge deep inside his heart. Only God knew what he ought to do to the female when they banished him from her lab. They said she didn't need him anymore, and refused to see or speak to him, not even when he showed violence and threatened everyone.

He fought, trying to find a way to meet her, and insisted on an answer. Once she successfully transforms him into a ferocious beast, she pledges never to betray him or send him away as an ineffectual patient following years of experimentation. An amalgam of man and beast. He was melancholy without her guidance. She had only noticed the alterations in his physical appearance.

"f**k!" She cursed under her breath. Jaws tighten, teeth clenched in anger. The female above him looks more tantalizing when she is mad. "I shouldn't trust him."

She spats before looking down at him, observing him for a few moments before leaning closer to his neck and inhaling deeper, as if devouring his scent. His rigid length twitched in excitement. Her eyes glimmered in disbelief and joy as she leaned away, "You're real-"

"Lycus?" She whispered, lips apart slightly. She still looked confused yet dried up. He lifted an eyebrow as if saying, 'I told you so...' before chuckling lowly. He gazes at her seductive breasts for long enough to make her feel cautious of her nakedness. She tried to move away, but then he secured his grip on her hips and pulled her firmly until she lost balance. She was pressed against him, hardly suppressing a groan when her breast rubbed his face. It bounces as she tries to climb off him. "Wha-"

A small moan came out when he sunk one n****e into his hot mouth. Barbara shuddered with need as he bit and sucked until the peak hardened into a small button.

"S-Stop!" She faintly begged, but Lycus refused to stop.

He wants her to feel the torture he experienced when seeing her sensitive reaction toward his touch. Stroked and lovingly marked every part of her flesh coated by his saliva. Soon, the scratches and cuts on her skin slowly heal. Her words trip and tumble off of her agile mouth. She was saying something about wanting him to escape before they figured out about him. She was eager to make him stop even though she wanted him to continue. First, a few strokes on her sensitive clits made her buck her hips against him and cry. "L-Lycus!"

Still, she was a little surprised by the unexpected discovery. That which hurt so badly also relieved me. Now that she didn't have to feel guilty anymore, the problem was that she didn't resist the temptation to enjoy his presence. Every touch and every kiss arouses passion in her like no other. Barbara's thoughts were clouded by the sensation of his tongue nibbling into hers. She knows that, despite her wishes, she is powerless to stop them from finding him. After all, they'd done to her. For the sake of a few scientific investigations, they brutally tortured her by repeatedly prodding and slicing her skin. Barbara refused to hand him over to the authorities.

Hell, she would rather die than let them torment her again or even him. Subject 03 let out an animistic sound. Then, growling like a hungry wolf lavishing his prey, he buried his head between her thighs. He had been down there for minutes or f*****g hours, which she fails to count the time as he surprisingly keeps bringing her multiple orgasms. She tries to clamp shut her trembling legs, "N-No...more."

She whimpered and moaned altogether. The massive beast growled and pushed her back down on the blanket. She shoves at his hands, but Lycus is much stronger than her and more determined. He keeps her thighs pried apart, and she cannot help but notice his hands are enormous, like a baseball glove. His fingers spread the folds of her p***y again and lightly pinched the clits. Then, his mouth on her c**t, and sucks it gently.

Her hips buck against him as she cries out. She barely heard him murmur something and sound satisfactorily and continue to lick and suck her c**t until her thighs shook. She is about to c*m. "F-f**k!"

Those bumps and ridges on his tongue move against her c**t, and her entire body quakes, and then she cums hard. Over and over, her p***y clenches around his thick fingers. The orgasm rocks through her, making her see stars for the first time since she was locked away. Her body meshed and tensed with the strain of it, finally letting her collapse on the blanket with heavy breaths.

She was exhausted and barely managed to open her eyes. She cannot move her body, not even her fingers, yet the male has no intention to stop. His fingers moved lazily. In. Out. In. Out- again and again. Her eyes widened as new heat shot through her stomach and taunted her core. The burning sensation never ends. Come to the emptiness after another. She was thrilled yet continued being aroused by the idea of those rough hands on her skin. She was uncertain how long it lasted, how long she fought to breathe.

Her eyes were wide, her vision fuzzy as the waves of pulsing lust swept over her again and again. It was going to kill her. She knew it now; she would die a slow, miserable, horny death right here and now. "Not yet...sweetheart. Stay with me."

She was snatched off the blanket and pulled into his arms, her breasts pressed against his chest and her thighs clinging to his hips. His lips covered hers, and then his tongue swept into her mouth as his flesh seared her. Her arms went around her shoulders, her hands spearing into his hair, fisting there, pulling him closer, unconcerned with any pain she would cause him. She wanted it to hurt. Hell, she wanted him to know what he was doing to her. They wanted him to feel the violence rising inside her, the needs so sharp and unbearable it was like death.

His lips were hard on hers, grinding her lips against her teeth, his tongue a dominating force as it tangled with hers, licked at it, stroked her lips. His erection was hot, uncovered, pressing against her p***y. It was driving her crazy. She wanted his c**k inside her now. "Lycus!"

Her voice came in a whimper, fear mixed with lust. She arches against that firm body, her hands still pulling at the short hair as Lycus drags his lips from hers and strokes them down her neck. He was sweating and barely controlling himself. "Shhh...i-it will be alright. I'm here, little doc."

He breathed harder; his voice came out between growling and frustration, as if he couldn't get enough of her. As if some mysterious spell was bewitching them. One taste of her brings fire through him. He couldn't stop himself. He might surely die if he didn't come inside her repeatedly, leaving his scent on her, marking her as his.

The thought makes his groin throb. Groaned came out loud, making the female arch against him. His teeth nipped at her. His tongue rasped over her skin, the faint roughness making her press herself tighter against him, grind harder against his c**k. "I want you..n-now."

She moaned as his voice, an animalistic sound, rumbled through her. His hands caught in her hair, pulling her head back, making tingles of pain shoot through her head. Damn, that felt good, too f*****g good. Then, his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers gripping the hard points of her n*****s and pinching them gently. She arched tight against him, offering her body to him again. She met each kiss with her own greed, stroking her body against his, moaning, crying out at each touch.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscles as her v****a tightened, desperate to hold something. But, luckily, he was there to serve her. The head of his c**k pushed into her in a desperate thrust. She tossed, bucking against him, her hands in his hair again, pulling him closer as she felt the bite of sensual pain on the curve of her neck. Finally, his c**k slammed inside her v****a. Stretching her, filling her as they both cried out at the clawing, greedy lust that had taken control of their bodies.

There was no time to ease into their race for completion. Their bodies were frenziedly locked together in a dance of agonized pleasure. His hips drove his erection deep, thrusting hard and fast. She felt the small thumb of flesh that began to grow tautly erect on it just under the head of his c**k. It raked the gripping muscles that milked his shaft until one last heavy thrust fully emerged, locking him deeply, jerking, and pulsing against the sensual trigger deep within her body as his sperm erupted from the head of his c**k.

Barbara saw stars. Her climax was like a ravaging beast as it ripped through her body this time. She was breathless, only convulsed against him as his teeth bit into the skin between her neck and shoulder, with enough pain and an edge to drive her into madness. It was a long moment before she felt him collapse on top of her.

He was heavy, yet she liked the feeling of him above her. Lycus lures and fills her as if he were a part of her. He snuggled between her breasts. One hand covered her left breast while the other wrapped around her hair. In this position, she felt safe and peaceful. They were relaxing against each other, quiet for another few minutes before he ordered, "Sleep, little doctor. You will need more strength. Soon"

His husky voice caressed her ears. She wants to speak, staying alert in case the guards come to take him. Barbara was afraid at the thought, but she felt safe with him still inside her. His lowered part was stiff and throbbing. She suppressed a moan and let his body's darkness and incredible warmth pull her into peace.