So clenching her jaw tightly and staring down at her feet, she mumbled out a forced ‘thanks.’

             The Major grinned, looking back up at the Captain. “You are dismissed, Captain. Go and take your female. Enjoy yourself!”

             ‘….sick bastard…hope you choke on your dinner…’ Kat thought, flinching a little when the Captain reached out and wrapped a large hand around her upper arm, his skin searing compared to the temperature of the room. She was led out of the room and down the halls, her bare feet freezing on the metal tiles.

             She lost track of the turns and number of halls they passed, before they stopped in front of a grey door with a plaque stating ‘Captain Hans Gunsche’ on it. Well, at least she knew his name now. It gave little comfort.

             He opened the door and gave a gentle push to her back. She walked inside with much reluctance, stopping in the middle of the room. She heard him shut the door, but didn’t turn around, not even when he flipped the lock. It was a little warmer in here, thankfully. Not by much, but at least she was starting to be able to feel her fingers and toes again.

             Kat nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hot hand on the bare section of her upper back. She realized after a moment that he was tracing her tattoo—a scrolled design of her Zodiac sign across her left shoulder. He paused for a moment, then started to trail his fingers along the expanse of her back, lightly trailing down her spin until he hit the edge of her dress. He paused again, then walked around her to stand in front of her. He had tossed aside his hat, letting his messy white hair fall even more into his face. He took her hands and nimbly untied her restraints, before sliding his hands up to her arms and squeezing lightly.

             It was a silent order—stay right there.

             Kat’s trembling began again as his hands moved higher yet, to the loop of her halter dress. He slid his fingers underneath it, then lifted it up, over her head…and then he let it go, and the dress fluttered down around her ankles, leaving her as bare as the day she was born. She wanted so badly to cover herself, but was afraid of how he would respond. She forced herself to keep her arms at her sides.

             He did nothing at first. Just looked at her, studying her really.

             Took in her flaws and imperfections, the largeness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips. Her plump stomach, her long legs and broader than normal shoulders.

             He looked at her with an interest she rarely experienced from men.

             Then he slowly knelt down in front of her, surprising her and making her a little more nervous. What was he doing? He gripped her hips and leaned forward, pressing his nose against her lower stomach, before breathing in deeply. He was…smelling her? Kat’s brows furrowed a little in confusion, looking down at the top of his head (good lord, his hair looked soft).

             What on earth was he doing?

             Well, whatever it was, he seemed to approve because he stood again, a slightly different look in his eyes. He seemed more eager now.

             The man unfastened his overcoat and tossed it aside, leaving him only in his pants and boots. At least she had been correct to assume he had no body fat on him. The man was all muscle. Off went his boots, but he stopped at his pants for the moment. No, now he was approaching her again, those unnerving red eyes darkened a little.

             Kat nearly jumped out of her skin a second time when his hand brushed against her stomach, pressing the full width of his palm and fingers against her skin, the tips of those long fingers brushing the underside of a breast. Dear God, he was a large man.

             Then his hand went up, sliding his fingers along the side of her breast, exploring. Her nipples, already hard from the cold, tightened even more at the touch of a curious fingertip. She watched him carefully, edgy and scared. He cupped her breast in his large hand, his thumb playing with her nipple for a moment, before he continued traveling his hands along her body. He was feeling her out, quite literally. One of his hands griped her hip suddenly while its twin slid between her thighs and Kat let out a gasp, reaching out to grasp his arms out of reflex, looking up at him with wide eyes and a blush.

             He cupped her heat, those long fingers easily slipping between her nether lips and rubbing her clit. Her knees nearly buckled and she had to lean a little against him to keep from hitting the floor, gripping his arms tightly. Dear God, he was arousing her. She supposed it was a little thoughtful on his part, but also a little horrifying at the fact her body was actually responding to his ministrations, growing wet and hot.

             He pulled his hand away to grasp her arms, tugging her back with him as he backed up to the bed. He sat down and had her stand in front of him, blushing and quivering. He reached down again and tapped her thighs, silently telling her to part them more. She didn’t at first and those red eyes rolled up to look at her through his pale lashes. He waited patiently as she struggled with herself, before deciding she would rather much enjoy it as much as she could, rather than it hurt. She inched her feet apart, spreading her thighs enough for him to slip his hand back between them and continue with his play.

             Kat grasped his shoulders, as they were easier to reach now, to steady herself. He stroked her, playing with her sensitive pearl, and her body responded in kind, heating enough for her to not even notice the chill in the room anymore. Her toes curled when he pressed a digit against her entrance and slowly pushed it inside. Her slick walls clenched and dripped, so she felt no discomfort.

             Kat was no virgin, by any means. Granted, she only ever had one partner in her entire life, but she was no innocent when it came to sex. After he left her, though, she had moved to Germany to continue her education and forget about her pain. Instead, she ended up getting jumped and kidnapped, and the rest was history.

             She gasped when he curled his finger inside her and rubbed a sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her. He took note of that and continued to repeat the action against that same spot, while his thumb rubbed her clit. It was amazing how quickly she climaxed from that stimulation, and her knees did buckle underneath her.

             She didn’t hit the floor though, no, the Captain had moved quickly and had her stretched out on the bed while she was still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm. Kat looked up at him, wide-eyed. He gazed back for a moment, before his hand returned to her cunt and began rubbing her again. He didn’t let her climax again though, he pulled back before she did, leaving her panting and dazed. She heard a belt being unbuckled and heavy clothing hit the floor and she clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip.

             ‘Don’t cry, Kat. Don’t cry. Crying will do nothing for your benefit,’ she thought as a lump rose in her throat. It hurt to swallow and she tensed when she felt the Captain return to the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs and pushing them further apart to make room for his body. Her breathing quickened as his hand rested on the bed beside her head, holding his weight up while the other gripped his length, guiding it to her entrance.

             He pressed the tip against her and moved his hand to rest on the other side of her head. Then he surged forward and Kat choked out a cry.

             She was tight already, and it had been several months since her last sexual encounter. The Captain was not small by any means and it stung a lot when he entered her. She writhed underneath him, trying to catch her breath as tears burned at her eyes. He pressed down onto her, lowering himself onto his elbows, keeping her still. He wasn’t moving, letting her adjust to his size.

             Kat whined a little, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, right underneath her jaw, breathing deeply, taking in her scent and feeling her heart rate pound underneath his lips.

             He began to move, slowly, languidly at first. She winced and fisted the sheets beneath her hands and whimpered softly. But he kept that lazy pace without increasing any force or depth, and she adjusted, relaxing a little underneath him. He lifted a little of his weight off her so she could move a little easier and started to thrust at a slightly faster pace.

             She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his body sliding against hers as he moved, his shaft reaching deep inside her. It…actually began to feel good. She relaxed further, fingers twisting the sheets a little. He moved an arm, reaching down to catch her leg behind the knee and lifting it up, hooking it around his waist. He touched a new angle and she gave a soft hum in her throat unintentionally.

             He lifted his head to look at her at the noise and she flushed and looked away. She hadn’t meant to make any noise. She shouldn’t be enjoying this in the least, yet there she was, enjoying every thrust inside her more and more. She heard a soft sound, like deep thunder, and realized after a moment he was chuckling softly.

             “Oh, stop laughing at me!” She threw her arms over her face. He merely chuckled again and gave a sharp thrust inside her that had her arching and gasping for the air that had suddenly left her lungs. Kat grasped the sheets above her head, wanting some sort of purchase as he did it again, twisting his hips in such a way he hit that bundle of nerves inside her. “Oh my God…”

             He rumbled deep in his chest in approval, keeping up with the deep, intense thrusts. Her toes curled in pleasure and her back arched. A low moan left her throat unbidden, and she wanted to cry.

             The coil of pleasure in her belly was growing tighter and tighter, her breath becoming more ragged and quick the tighter it clenched. The Captain was also becoming winded as he grew closer to his own climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic and hard. When she reached orgasm, she gave a keening cry, losing her breath from how hard she came. Her body clenched tight around the Captain and with a low growl within his chest, he quickly followed, filling her womb with his seed.

             It took a few minutes for the aftershocks to ebb away, leaving Kat panting and trembling underneath the winded Captain, whose face was pressed into her neck. He slowly relaxed and lowered her leg, pulling out and sitting back his haunches. Kat peered at him through her half-lidded eyes and arms, still in a haze from her orgasm.

             He was absently tracing his fingertips against her quivering thigh, having caught his breath already and looking completely unfazed, if considerably more relaxed. Kat lowered her arms, letting her hands rest on her ribs, watching him, wondering what he was thinking or planning. He sensed her gaze on him and glanced up, catching her eyes.

             The intense red had softened to a gentle glow, hinting that he was content for now. He paused for a moment, before he reached out and caught a lock of hair between his fingers, feeling it. She watched him curiously, her fear having mostly worn itself out. She was still wary, but she figured that if he was going to hurt her, he would have done so already.

             Kat’s lips twitched a little at the sight of him stretching out, just to play with her hair. She hesitated, then slowly sat up, so he could reach a little easier. He seemed pleased with that, because a small smile graced his lips.  He ran his fingers through her hair until he reached her braid, which he pulled over her shoulder and slid his hand over, feeling every twist and bump in it.

             What an odd man, she thought. He had no interest on wearing her out to the point of exhaustion, like she was sure the other women were enduring at the moment, no he seemed fully interested in her. How she felt, how she looked, how she smelled. He seemed entertained when she spoke earlier, pleading that he stop laughing at her, instead of irritated like most others would have been. He had brought her pleasure before he brought his own, waited for her to adjust to his large girth so she wouldn’t hurt. It was an odd feeling, having this large and intimidating male mind her.

             True, he still got what he wanted from her, but at least he wasn’t sending her to some cell to wait for the next session or tying her up again. No, he was sitting there with her, playing with her hair and touching her skin. He lifted her braid to his nose and breathed in, smiling a little. At least she smelled good. Kat had a love affair with anything coconut-scented, so she often smelled very sweet.

             She tilted her head a little as she observed the Captain. What was his name again? Hans? Hans Gunsche. She rubbed her neck absently, shifting a little on the bed—then making a face of disgust, looking down between her thighs. Semen and vaginal fluid seeped from her entrance, soaking the bed. Gross.

             Hans noticed and blinked, looking as well. He sat there for a moment, before letting go of her hair and moving to his feet, walking across the room to a tall cabinet. Even Kat had to admire the hard muscle moving smoothly underneath his tan skin. He opened it and pulled out a towel, making her blink as he walked back over, sitting back down in front of her again. Kat flushed as he tapped her thigh, silently telling her to move it further. She did so and watched with a heavy blush as he carefully cleaned her up, before setting the towel on the ground beside the bed.

             Hans shifted back on the bed so his back rested against the wall it was pushed against, before motioning for her to approach him. Kat paused, then shifted to her hands and knees, crawling closer to him. His eyes flickered a little, he liked that. He gently grabbed her arms and lifted her up, moving her to straddle his lap. Kat rested her hands against his chest naturally. ‘My God, this man is ripped….like, Arnold Schwarzenegger ripped, just without the bulk,’ she thought. His hands rested against her thighs, tracing designs on her soft skin.

             He leaned forward and nuzzled against her neck, which of course tickled her and made her squirm while trying not to giggle. No, no laughing. Honestly, what was she doing getting comfortable with this man anyway?

             ….well, she was going to be stuck there for a long time, may as well accept that. And he could easily hurt her if she tried to resist. So yeah, logic dictated that she may as well get comfortable with him.

             Kat squeaked when she felt what seemed like fangs against her flesh. What the hell, was this guy a vampire?! Oh God, please don’t let him drink her blood, she couldn’t handle that. Another low rumble of laughter from him. He was teasing her, what a prick.

             ….Hm, he seemed too…complacent to be a vampire. What else was there? As she started to ponder this, Hans was becoming busy with arousing her again, breaking off her train of thought. His hot tongue slid over her neck, followed by a scrape of fangs again, his hands massaging her hips. She shivered a little, sliding her hands up hesitantly to rest her arms loosely around his neck. He gave a soft rumble and she relaxed, he was alright with it. He seemed pleased that she was responding like she was.

             He didn’t touch her heat again, no, he was finding new ways to arouse her. Sucking at her neck was a good start, and his fingers tracing the inside of her thighs was definitely a way to rev her engines. Kat gave a soft sigh and hummed quietly in pleasure, the faint sound echoed by one of his own. He seemed more vocal than she thought, but she doubted he would actually speak. He showed no inclination of talking, preferring to use his actions to speak for himself.

             She didn’t know how he did it, but he got her wet again without ever touching her cunt. He smirked a little against her neck and gripped her hips again, lifting them up, hovering her over his straining erection. He slid into her much easier this time, as she was pulled down over him until her hips met his. Kat pressed her face into his shoulder, shuddering. It hadn’t ever felt this good before, this man definitely knew what he was doing to pleasure a woman.

             The rhythm was slow and easy at first, he let her move herself over him after he tapped her hips. She rocked her hips a little as she moved him inside her. He let his hands wander over her, following her curves. As she started to grew needier, he gripped her hips again, now starting to rock his own hips to meet hers as the pace increased.

             Kat softly moaned, almost unperceivable to a human’s ears. Yet, he proved he definitely wasn’t that and he heard her loud and clear. Giving a low growl, he moved faster and harder into her, now helping her move over him. She whined and rocked her hips harder, her breathing growing ragged from the exertion and the growing pleasure thrumming through her once again. When she felt those sharp fangs on her shoulder, right by the junction of her neck, she couldn’t have stopped the mewl that left her lips even if she wanted to.

             Hans growled in approval, and he sucked hard on that spot as he thrust hard and fast into her from below, making her whole body quake. When she climaxed for the third time that night, he quickly followed and sank his teeth deep into her shoulder, making her yelp at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure that made her orgasm again unexpectedly.

             She collapsed against him as he withdrew his teeth from her skin, licking it to stop the blood flow. She twitched against and around him, panting for air.

             She felt….something strange in her mind. A…a nudging, like a presence knocking at her door. She furrowed her brows, trying to figure it out. This was a foreign sensation to her, one she was unfamiliar with. Was she about to get a migraine? Or was it the effects of what was happening to her? ….she wasn’t losing her mind, was she?

             Hans gave a soft snort, as if he heard her wild thoughts, and nuzzled the bite mark on her shoulder. The presence seemed to stroke at her mind, caressing it.

             ….this would take some time to figure out, but she was having suspicions on what was causing the feeling. Related mostly to the white-haired man wrapping his arms around her waist.

             …she would figure it out in the morning. She was a little exhausted at the moment. She rested her head against Hans’ shoulder and let her eyes flutter shut. Might as well try to get some rest while she was able to.

             She heard Hans give a low rumble, but she was already too far gone. She vaguely remembered him pulling out of her and moving her to lay down on the bed, before she completely slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

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Holy crow, I can’t believe I’m uploading this. But, I couldn’t properly convert this one into a reader-insert, and honestly I felt it was a little too disturbing to have reader-chan subjected to it.

I don’t think I’m going to make it a super long fic, but we’ll see.