Chapter 26

Elodie bought her and Molly seats near the front. Molly insisted on being somewhere further back so that Xander couldn’t see her in plain sight, but Elodie was not one to be easily swayed.

“Molly, you didn’t dress like that so you could hide in the shadows. You want him to see you, so let him see you.”

Between the two of them, Molly and Elodie nearly polished off an extra-large bag of popcorn. Molly ate handfuls at a time to quiet her nerves.

“I don’t know about this El, maybe we should—”

The blaring music came to a sudden halt, and an ominous voice came over the speakers.

“And now, the event you’ve all been waiting for. Laaaaaaadies and geeeentlemen, it’s Fight Night!”

Molly plugged her ears at the uproar of whistles and hollering. Elodie however, stood out of her seat to join in, cheering along with the rest of the crowd.

“This is awesome!” Elodie mouthed, looking down at Molly who was still in her seat.

Molly gave a halfhearted thumbs up, then covered her ears again.

“You don’t wanna be on the wrong side of a fight with this guy. Coming out of the South Corner, put your hands together for Mr. Pain!”

The spotlight shone on a blonde haired, surfer looking guy wearing bright blue boxing shorts. Molly looked around and saw that a small portion of the crowd was cheering for Mr. Pain, but most were loudly booing.

Mr. Pain made his way to the ring, bumping fists with his fans on the sidelines.

“Our next fighter slays his opponents left, right, and center. Coming out of the North Corner, give it up for The Beast!”

The crowd went wild, and this time Molly stood up to get a better look. Xander had overwhelming support and as he stepped out into the light, Molly thought he looked like some kind of ethereal being, not of this world. It was as if his devoted fans were praising him, ready to fall to their knees.

Molly stood on her tip toes, watching him approach the ring.

He looks humble despite all of this attention. He’s bowing his head to his fans, like he’s grateful to them or something.

It made Molly confused to see Xander acting this way. What she was seeing didn’t match up with the villain she had conjured up in her mind. A beast with no heart, not someone who would show humility to others.

The moment Xander stepped into the ring, Molly could see an instant change in his expression. His look of humility had turned to contempt as he stared down his opponent. Elodie must have noticed it too. Grabbing Molly’s hand, she pulled her in close enough to whisper.

“They look like they could eat each other alive. I think there’s some serious beef between them. Did you see Xander’s face when he got into the ring? Oh man, this is gonna be good.”

Molly nodded her head enthusiastically, but felt sick to her stomach thinking of Xander getting seriously hurt by this guy, especially in front of so many people.

The bell rang, signaling the start of Round One. Xander jumped up and down on the spot, full of adrenaline and ready to pummel his competitor. He wasted no time throwing down the first few punches, connecting with Mr. Pain’s face and leaving at least one bloody gash. Every time Mr. Pain lunged in to send a right hook or an uppercut, he was blocked effortlessly by Xander, who retaliated ten times harder than before, becoming more and more aggressive with every hit. A crazed look in his eyes at the end of the first round worried Molly, and left her feeling uneasy about watching any more of the fight.

“El, I feel like I’m watching someone getting murdered. It’s just so violent. I don’t know if I can stand to watch anymore of it.”

“Oh Mol, it’s all in good sport. They don’t like each other out there, and they get the chance to show how much they really don’t like each other in here. The fans cheer and they both love it, even if someone loses. Don’t worry so much, they’re fine. It’s just a few scrapes.”

Molly wanted to believe that it wasn’t a big deal, but she couldn’t help but be in shock at this side of Xander.

Where is the sweet, tender guy who held me and told me everything would be alright? How can he go from the man he was in the truck that night, to this monster I’m seeing now?

The fight continued for two more rounds. Xander practically annihilated his opponent within the first thirty seconds of the last round, but then seemed to back off a little, wanting to give Mr. Pain a chance to redeem himself. Xander mocked him, throwing his hands up like a scared little girl. Turning to face the crowd, Molly could have sworn he looked right at her. The show boating caused an uproar of laughter. Mr. Pain found it to be less than comical.

He took two steps towards Xander and threw an unexpected left hook straight into Xander’s cheek. Xander stumbled backwards, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground. An audible gasp came from the crowd, as Xander put his hand to his face, rubbing the blood from his cheek and then onto his shorts. Xander, realizing his mistake in letting his guard down, cocked his head to one side and yelled at Mr. Pain.

“Oh yeah, now you wanna fight like a real man? I’ll show you what a real man looks like.”

The finishing move happened so fast. To Molly it seemed like a series of limbs clashing together and ending with Mr. Pain laid out flat on the floor, motionless. The referee held Xander’s hand in the air, making him the official winner.

What did I just watch? That poor guy was obliterated. I know I should be cheering but somehow it just feels wrong.

The girls waited until the massive line of fans died down before getting out of their seats.

“Wow. I really thought Xander was going to get the shit beat out of him tonight. As much as I wanted him to hurt for what he did to you, it was cool to see those two just go at it! Don’t you think?”

Molly nodded her head and started making her way down the aisle.

On the cab ride home, Molly was quiet, while Elodie was still hyped up from the fight.

By the time they arrived home, Molly was exhausted.

“Sorry, El, I wish I could stay up with you to watch the videos you recorded of the fight. I’m sure I’d be able to make better sense of everything the second time around. I’m pooped though and I gotta work the mid-shift tomorrow.”

Molly hugged Elodie goodnight and headed off to her bedroom.

An hour passed and Molly still couldn’t sleep. Flashbacks of Xander ruthlessly beating his competitor had been playing in her mind since she first put her head to the pillow, making it hard to feel relaxed enough to close her eyes.

Just think of your happy place.

When Molly was a child she suffered from night terrors. Almost every night by ten o’clock, Molly would be rapping on the door of her parent’s room, talking nonsensically about monsters under her bed or the ‘bad man’ who was going to steal her from her bed. Molly’s mother had tried everything from sleeping with her in her own bed, to giving Molly bright and colorful night lights. Nothing seemed to work, until her mother came up with the ingenious idea of telling Molly to imagine her ‘happy place.’ Somewhere real or made up, that set Molly at ease. Somewhere Molly could envision herself smiling and without fear. It had been instrumental in helping Molly cope with her night terrors, eventually getting rid of them entirely.

Molly closed her eyes and thought of her happy place. Over the years the images of where Molly would be most happy changed. When she was younger, it was a land full of candy and unicorns. Now that she was older, this place was a serene and lush forest. Gushing waterfalls cascading down glimmering rocks, gathering at the bottom into an almost transparent pool. Butterflies fluttered past her eyelids and birds could be heard chirping from the tops of the arbutus trees surrounding her. Molly began to drift off into her dreamscape. Sinking further into her mattress, she imagined floating naked down a river on her back, looking up at the clear blue sky and seeing monkeys jumping across the tree canopy overhead.

It was usually around this time that Molly fell into a deep sleep, awaking in the morning unable to remember the rest of her dream. Tonight would be different.

As Molly was floating, she heard a rustling in the bushes beside her. The birds had all flocked to the other side of the river, and the monkeys disturbed by whatever was lurking in the foliage, had taken to the trees and swung away to follow the birds. Curiosity was not an obstacle for ‘Dream Molly.’ Unafraid, she turned from her back and swam to the shore. Lifting herself onto the river bank, she looked in the direction that the noise had come from.

A loud grunt resonated through the valley. Hiding behind a bush, Molly parted the leaves in front of her to get a better look. Standing in the middle of the clearing was an enormous creature covered in thick, dark brown fur. From its head protruded two large horns, curling from the base and coming to a sharp point. The creature was thrashing about, swinging its gigantic body ferociously from one side of the clearing to the other.

Crack! Molly stepped on a branch lying on the ground. The creature paused, turning its head to look her way, its eyes refusing to blink, Molly sensed the wild animal was staring straight at her. Stepping through the bushes, she entered the clearing.

Running full speed in her direction, the animal came to a dead stop just three feet in front of her—a false charge. She watched as the beast reared onto its hind legs and let out a deafening cry. As it called out, she stood in awe as the once feral animal transformed into a man, towering over her with eyes like crystal clear water and hair as dark as the night sky.

Xander stood before her, still breathing heavily. The fur that once covered his body had vanished, leaving nothing but his bare skin dripping with sweat.

“I knew you were here, Molly Tompkins. I smelled you somewhere in the forest. It drove me mad, knowing you were so close.”

Xander picked her up from around her waist with both of his hands and pushed her back against a tree. Sitting her on a branch, he parted her legs and began kissing her thighs. She was overwhelmed by the suddenness of what was happening but the pleasure overcame her, and soon tempted her to spread her legs open.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

His mouth met the lips of her pussy and forced them open with his tongue. She squirmed on the branch, the pleasure growing and growing inside her. He licked her pussy lips and made out with them, stretching his tongue into her opening and sucking on her clit. She squirmed from the pleasure and wrapped her legs tightly around his head. It was as if she wanted to keep him where he was. His tongue continued to work its magic on her as his hands reach around her and held her firmly in position, protecting her from the danger of falling off the tree branch.

“This is the scent I smelled,” he grunted from between her legs, then continued making out with her pussy as if it was her mouth and he was in the hottest make out session of his life.

She felt the pressure building in her body, the pleasure growing, the sensation increasing with each flick of his tongue. His tongue was so strong and it was so far inside her that it was practically fucking her. The force of his head pushing into her was making her rock and thrust as if she was being fucked.

“Oh God,” she moaned and at that moment, the pleasure overwhelmed her and the most sensational wave of orgasms of her life rushed through her entire body.

She cried out and grabbed his hair, pulling his face into her pussy, forcing him to keep fucking her with his tongue until her ecstasy subsided.

“Xander,” she panted, breathlessly.

“I’m not done with you yet, my little prey,” he said, his voice deep and powerful.

He lifted her from the branch and placed her gently on her feet in front of him. He stripped her naked, throwing her clothes into the bushes. Molly didn’t care what he did with them.

They were face to face and he leaned in and crushed his lips against her open mouth. The same tongue that had just fucked her pussy so satisfyingly, was now pleasuring her mouth, massaging her tongue with his, sending thrills of pleasure and desire through her entire body. She was already soaking wet from what he’d done to her and she could feel herself dripping with pleasure as his hands reached down toward her sex.

One hand found her pussy and the other found her ass. Wetting both hands with the juices on her pussy and thighs, he began sliding his fingers all over her. They were on her clit. On her anus. On her pussy mouth. The sensation drove her absolutely insane.

One second there was a finger in her pussy, then it was playing with her clit, rubbing it back and forth in a rapid motion. The other hand was sliding a finger over her anus, and then pressing it inside her ass, very gently, very carefully. The pleasure made Molly want to scream.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she cried, clawing at his back, begging him to fill her with his powerful cock.

He was stark naked and his cock was the most beautiful, sexual thing Molly had ever set eyes on. It was long and firm, rigid as a bat with the slight hint of a curve that seemed designed to penetrate her at a better angle. She grabbed it in her hand and it was so big she instantly let go.

“Oh God,” she cried, terrified that he was about to impale her with that massive weapon.

He lifted her up in his powerful arms and pressed her against the tree. She wrapped her legs around his muscular torso and he thrust forward, sliding smoothly into her soaking pussy. She cried out as he thrust violently into her, thrusting so powerfully that it scared her.

But the pleasure was so good. With each thrust, she came closer to another tidal wave of orgasms. She clenched her muscles to tighter herself around him, her pussy gripping his cock and forcing it to cum.

She felt like an animal under Xander’s control. He bit on her neck as he thrust deeper and deeper. She let out a cry when he pushed one last time, squeezing hard as he throbbed inside of her.

Xander exploded inside her, his cum jetting up into her body in powerful streams that drove her wild with pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted, his voice deep and guttural.

“Xander,” she moaned, as the orgasms overwhelming her body slowly calmed.

“Mol, wake up. I need a tampon,” Elodie said as she shook Molly’s arm.

Molly snapped out of her dream, opening her eyes to a worried looking Elodie sitting on the bed beside her.

“You what?”

“I need a tampon. I’m totally out and it’s like the red sea flowing out of me right now. Do you have any?”

Molly rolled out of bed and walked over to her dresser.

“I think I just used the last of mine.”

Molly opened up her top drawer and saw a half empty box of tampons.

That’s weird, I thought I just used the last of these during my period.

“El, are you early for your period or something? We always have ours on the same week.”

Elodie looked at the calendar on her phone.

“I always write it down, let me check. Nope, we’re supposed to be starting today.”

Molly felt her heart sink. She dropped the box of tampons onto the floor and clutched her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Elodie said, rushing to Molly’s side.

“I’m late.”