#augutwalkerfanfic

The feral beast held her against the wall, his crude hands restraining her wrists and stretching her arms above her head. He forced his lips onto her mouth, alternating little suckling kisses between her upper and lower lip. A small part of her still wanted to fight back, stricken by the horrors she had witnessed and by his blood-soaked shirt that soiled her white silk top.

Like a hammer to the back of her head, those sick, gory visions kept hitting her. Their screams echoed in her mind, grown men screaming in absolute terror. Small prickles covered her skin and an involuntary whimper forced itself from her mouth in sheer fright, yet when August ran his agile fingers down her sensitive skin with shocking tenderness, her body threw itself onto his, surrendering every will to whatever sick desires he had planned for her.

If only she had no knowledge of how twisted his mind was.

August often came to visit. It started as a mandatory evaluation, every man and woman working for the CIA who went on risky missions had to be observed for mental impairment. She was intimidated by him the very first time he stepped into her office. An overwhelmingly beautiful creature: tall, with strong features. All the women in the HQ knew of “The Hammer”.

That nickname wasn’t solely for his success on the field.  

Suave and relaxed, he appeared to be a complete gentleman, yet as a therapist, she knew better than to look at the beautiful shell. What she saw inside made her spine crawl; A depraved animal with obscure darkness burrowed in his eyes. 

Everytime he stepped into the room the air took out.

He insisted on keeping their weekly meetings. Entering her office bringing an extra cup of coffee. Strong, the way she liked it, as he observed. She feared it was poisoned, especially when his gaze pierced into hers, urging her to drink it while she hesitated.  

Yet he never showed any interest in her, not even the slightest. She found it odd, considering his reputation amongst women. 

It was as if she bore him, a blank page to be discarded.

Now, she finally knew why. He wanted to have her, in ways that made the blood in her veins turn into ice. What frightened her the most was how alive it made her feel. Her heart was beating for the first time in her life.

August trailed his tongue across her lips, tasting both the sweetness and the salt of the tears from the lush flesh until she welcomed his succulent tongue inside, opening her mouth with a deep gasp which only grew fiercer as the air trembled through her chest.

With his tongue savouring her mouth, his hands descended down her throat, wrapping his nimble fingers around it, testing how much air he could suspend from her lungs before she’ll collapse. A pained sob followed after, making him loosen his grip. Her breath was hers once more as August trailed his hands further below.

He groped and explored the shape of her body possessively before hoisting her up in his arms as if she was weightless. 

Ceremonially, he carried her through the abandoned corridors, seeking for shelter to make her his own.

Papers and wood debris were everywhere across the large meeting room, evidence of the harrowing battle that took place in it earlier that evening. Screams of terror ghosted the room. A pool of blood caught her attention, her mind lost in disturbing images. 

But August forced her gaze away, cupping her chin and kissing the corner of her mouth gently. 

“I’ll never hurt you, angel.” He murmured as he nudged her to lie down on the large mahogany conference desk with a small shove on her shoulder. His hands ran up her knees, forcing her legs apart and pushing her skirt to expose her underwear.

Wetness gathered at her mound, resulted by fear and primal arousal. The sight of the wet patch against her white cotton undergarments made his nostrils flare with excitement. 

She wanted him inside her, even after she saw the monster that he was. 

“No one will ever touch you,” he chanted, his deep voice pleasant, melodic, stroking her ears like the most soothing song. It did everything but calm her, especially as she felt him expose her to the cold air. Discarding her of what kept her chaste.

One by one, her barriers against him fell apart, with and without her consent.

“August…” she called out his name with concern coating her voice. She lifted her head to watch as he knelt between her thighs. Bloodstained hands claw her pure flesh, keeping her pinned against the hard polished wood. 

Her breath came out in tremors, quick and hissing as his breath caressed her luscious cunt. His teeth nipped at the tender skin that surrounded her womanhood, leaving small wet purple arches. The yelps that broke from her lips only made him more and more eager. He inhaled her scent and rubbed his face against her cunt, making her feel the coarseness of his stubbles and his thick moustache.

“No one will ever touch you, but me.” 

Her fingers got entangled in her long hair as August suckled on the hooded pearl, now wet and slippery. His tongue lapped around it in a slow, circular motion that made her cry out with desperation as bliss pushed against the gates. 

Arching on the desk, she threw herself open, accepting the warmth that streamed between her thighs. Blood boiled hot with arousal. 

August sent his arm to climb up her body, stroking up until his hand met her jaw. His thumb caressed her chin, smearing more blood on her face. He held her tightly while his tongue coaxed her into sweet ecstasy. 

Even with him on his knees she felt owned, conquered; and he hasn't even invaded her yet. Her walls throbbed and twitched, clenching around an empty void furiously as August made her undone. 

He licked her juices as if she was the sweetest nectar, his tongue flicking over his lips as he rose to his feet. “You taste just like I imagined - like honey,” he stated while his fingers reached to unbutton his shirt.

Still breathless, she leaned on her elbows, her feeble legs pushing against the slick wood. She looked at August as he started undressing, offering his vast body to her eager eyes. His godlike figure stood naked in front of her, marked by deep purple stains that decorated his muscular chest.

Her eyebrows twitched upward, wide eyes glassy with wetness that seamed at her lids. That’s what he longed for. It wasn’t just her fear that he held but also her sympathy. She felt for him, she saw him. Even when no words were uttered between his lips in those excruciating psych-evals, he sensed her penetrative gaze, trying to cure the rot that grew inside him.

He was incurable, yes, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t get to keep her. 

“All of it, I did for you.” He exclaimed, watching as she slightly flinched back on the desk, her heels slipping down the surface as she tried to cower away. Terror still took its reins and it only made him more desperate to be inside her, to show her he would never hurt her. His hands seized her ankles, pulling her flat down, bringing her close until she laid sprawled.

He climbed on top of her, his thick thighs resting between her slender legs. She didn’t fight him, yet her body tensed. Ignoring her anxiety he tugged and peeled off her clothes, his lips praising her body with soft butterfly kisses on every piece of skin he exposed. 

She was even more beautiful up close than from what he remembered of the late nights he spent stalking outside her window. 

Entangled in her legs, he combed his fingers through her hair and gazed into her eyes. There was so much hurt and fury in him, as intense as a firestorm. His eyes bore words he would not utter. It made her heart sink since August Walker was a tortured soul and it sucked the fear out like poison, leaving nothing but the desire to solace the hurt. 

Palming his gruff cheek, she kissed him back with sweetness and closed her eyes before her back fell to the surface. Easy, slow, light as a feather, she finally succumbed to August’s desires. He flashed a victorious smile and reached between their groins to guide himself into the delights between her thighs.

Moans of pleasure overwhelmed the room as their bodies finally united. August was endowed, bigger than any man she had before and he made no delay to let her adjust, slamming into her hilt with one powerful thrust. Her nails dug into the wings of his back as he split her in half. The pain seared inside, her walls resisted him, attempting to force him away, yet she ignored the warnings of her body as she clung to his flesh, desperate for more.

Something once dormant arose within her, that same acceleration of emotions she had before each of their sessions. She pushed it to the darkest pits of her mind, choosing to keep it ignored yet the moment their bodies became one she was drowning in her own emotions.

Dying of love.

“August, please!” she mewled in his ear, wrapping her legs around his muscular ass, her walls pulsating around his throbbing girth. “Please fuck me.”

He pulled away slowly, watching the despair on her sweet, beautiful face before slamming into her again. Bloody trails formed at his back as her nails scratched his skin. With a pained grunt, he took her wrists and slammed them down on the desk. 

Holding her restrained, August hammered into her tight cunt. Low roars emitted from his throat, more of the animal than the man, countering the delicate broken cries that sprang from her lips. Opposing beings, they collided, coveting each other’s flesh. His rhythm was hard and rough, bottoming out with every push and shove that was plunged into her. 

He fucked with fury, unloading his self-hatred, seeking to be cleansed within her body. 

Willfully she accepted, uttering sweet cries of love in his ears while his cock invaded and defiled her clenched walls. With every thrust she fell deeper and deeper, her lower back lifting completely from the surface, wanting to be made whole.

Moans and succulent sounds of skin slapping together hazed her mind into euphoria. The same liquid fire that burnt between her thighs began to spill from her womb, and her entire body shuddered. As August cock grinded against her cervix, the fire surged through, her orgasm released with rage, making her fall apart around him.

August felt her walls clutch him with zeal, attempting to forbid him from advancing yet it only made him grow furious. 

“I want to come inside you,” he growled at her ear and bit into her shoulder as he fucked harder, enviously seeking for his orgasm. Her answer was nothing but a surrendered whimper. Pushing upward she wrapped her legs tighter around him, anticipating the hot gush of his liquid inside her.

She was a sweet little angel, who made him feel deserving of love. As he looked down on her beautiful gaping face, knowing that she now forever belonged to him, his cock swelled larger and he came inside her, releasing his seed into her depth with grunts of triumph. 

His hands still clenched tightly at her wrists. Her fingers became pale and numb, deprived of blood. But she made no complaint or protest, too enthralled with the man who claimed her, who was now both her guardian and her warden. 

Gentle kisses covered her sweaty brow. His hands brushing the sticky hair away. 

“They will come after us,” he whispered huskily, and she watched as his blue eyes darkened yet again.

“But I’ll keep you safe, angel, always.”