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 reached 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 tighten 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.”
Chapter 27
Xander had won every fight since his accident. He made himself into something of a local celebrity, even having a difficult time going to the grocery store without being recognized and bombarded with questions about his next fight. Women had been flocking to him, asking questions about his love life. Xander was well aware of what they were after, and remained indifferent—his mind preoccupied by someone else.
In Xander’s imagination, Molly had been at every single fight. Any woman in the crowd slightly resembling Molly was enough to motivate Xander to put on his best show. In the gym, he daydreamed of her, sometimes zoning out for minutes at a time. During sparring sessions he would have thoughts of her racing through his mind and frequently had to remind himself to focus on the task at hand—or he might be the one face down.
Tommy had scheduled a ‘talk’ with Xander today, not specifying what it was about. Tommy wasn’t known for bei
ng subtle.
“Xan, come on in. Alright let me cut right to the chase. You’ve been kicking ass all over town, but something’s been up with you when you’re here in the gym. I’ve seen you stare out that window for more than three minutes at a time, and this isn’t a single occasion I’m talkin’ about here. You’re in la-la land and I wanna know what’s gotta happen to bring you back to reality.”
Xander felt his face getting hot.
“What does it matter if I’m staring out of windows in here if I’m winning the fights out there, Tommy? Isn’t that the part that actually matters? The reason I’m here to begin with? I’m sacrificing everything to win fights. For God’s sake, I can’t even be with the girl I’m in—”
Love. The girl I’m in love with.
Tommy walked around his desk to where Xander was sitting. Picking up a framed photograph from his desk, Tommy turned it around to show Xander. In the picture, a younger Tommy was holding a slender, blonde-haired woman. They were in an orchard, and Xander could see that Tommy was helping her to grab an apple, smiling up at her while she threw her head back laughing.
“That very thing is what almost ruined my career, Xan. She made me choose, and it almost tore me apart. In the end, I chose to fight and if I hadn’t made that decision, I wouldn’t have had the gym, the cars, the money ... any of it. You can’t allow yourself to lose sight of your goals. Don’t get yourself to the point where you have to choose. Focus on the fight. Trust me.”
He’s right. Even if he isn’t, I already promised him a second time that I would focus on the fights and only the fights. I can’t let him down again.
“Nothing will happen. With her, or with anyone else. Just the fight, Tommy. Just the fight.”
Tommy placed the photo face down on his desk, put a hand on Xander’s shoulder and squeezed.
“That’s my boy. Now get back to training.”
Xander left Tommy’s office with only a few minutes left before it was his turn in the ring.
I won’t look for too long. I just want to see her.
Taking his phone from his locker, Xander opened his browser and clicked on Molly’s profile. He had been following her on social media for a few weeks, occasionally feeling like a stalker for how often he checked her updates. Usually her page was full of photos of her and Elodie at the beach, or grabbing coffee at her favorite barista’s café, but as Xander scrolled today, he noticed that she had tagged herself in a new location.
Two hours earlier, Molly had posted a photo of her holding a bouquet of flowers beside a scraggly, middle-aged man.
‘The customers here just make my day. Thank you for the surprise flowers, Jim!’
Tiny’s Bar and Grill? Does she work there now?
Everyone in the area had been to Tiny’s, or at the very least had heard about their famous burgers and their even more famous customers.
Xander had driven by it a million times, but never thought to go inside for food. His friends had asked him before if he wanted to grab a bite to eat there, but Xander had been wary of eating at any restaurant known for their ‘artery clogging burgers.’
Driving home that night, Xander took the long route around the city.
I’ll only drive by… just to see if she’s there.
Xander slowed down as he passed the restaurant window. Molly was bussing tables, wearing a bright blue apron and balancing trays of plates and cutlery on each arm.
Okay, one minute and then you have to leave.
Parking across the street, he lowered his seat to make sure that she wouldn’t see him.
God, I’m such a creep.
An older couple walked into Tiny’s and sat down at a booth. Molly grabbed her pen and notepad and walked over to the table.
Molly could be seen saying something, making her customers laugh. She smiled, shaking her head before grabbing her pen to write down their order.
Your smile could light up an entire city, Molly Tompkins.
Xander had vivid memories of that smile. In the club the first time they met, Xander remembered how he tried hard to make her laugh, just so he could see the expression on her face once more. And again, in the back of his truck. How he wanted her to feel comfortable, like she could truly be herself around him. Underneath him, her eyes glimmering and the corners of her lips upturned. When he touched her, it was like an electric force pulsated through his body, and even now, he felt shivers going up his spine when he thought about the way she had felt in his hands.
Xander looked more closely through the window at Molly. She was tying her unruly hair into a high ponytail and as she combed her fingers through the knots, her shirt lifted slightly.
The birthmark. The one above her right hip.
While undoing her pants that night, Molly had shown him her mark. She told him he was ‘the only one who wasn’t related’ to her that had seen it, ‘aside from Elodie, of course.’ He thought of what a special privilege it was to be the first one to have seen it, and how it must have felt for Molly to show him something so personal, so private.
A knock on Xander’s window cut his daydreaming short. A man wearing a metal band tee shirt and khaki shorts stood with his arms crossed. Moving his seat up, Xander rolled down the window and stuck his head out.
“Can I help you?”
The stranger scoffed, “Help me? Yeah you can help me. By moving your ass out of the handicapped spot. There are people that actually need them. They’re not just free spaces for pretty boys like yourself.”
Xander looked at the sign to the right of his car and shook his head.
“Sorry, man, I didn’t see it. But I’m leaving now anyway.”
He started his truck and pulled out of the space. Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw Molly grabbing the sign from outside, closing up the restaurant for the night.
Okay. That’s enough. Now you can focus on fighting.
Chapter 28
The next day, Xander awoke to his alarm at 8:00am. He had a routine that he followed every morning before a fight, starting the moment his alarm sounded. He would wake up, start a pot coffee, and while he was eating a bowl of oatmeal he’d prepared the night before, he would watch a video of his last fight. Noting all of the mistakes he could spot in his performance, Xander would write them down and rehearse in his mind what he would have done differently. Tommy had taught him the importance of rote memorization, a technique based on the idea that if you repeat something in your head enough times, it will stick. Xander would replay the scenarios in his head, trying to erase bad habits and replace them with something better, so he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
Around 10:00am, Xander would head to the gym and talk things over with Tommy before warming up. After twenty minutes of skipping rope followed by a dynamic stretch, Xander would choose one of his sparring mates to practice with in the ring. The goal of training before a big fight was never to wear himself out, but to solidify motor patterns so that he could move his body without thinking too much. ‘Hesitation will put you face down on the ground.’ This was something Tommy would tell him, over and over, and he was right. Countless times during Xander’s training, he would wait too long for the perfect opening, or overthink his next move. Tommy never went easy on Xander, and took every chance he had to teach him a lesson.
The gym that morning was full of rookies, amateurs, and pros. Tommy had secured the next round of fights, and his boys were all getting trained up—some for their debuts, others for the last fight they would ever have.
“Hey, Xander, you fightin’ that Mr. Pain-In-The-Ass tonight? I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ you send him back to Spitzer’s, cryin’ like a little baby.”
Xander nodded his head, opening up his locker. About to lock up his bag, Xander took out his phone.
Just text her and tell her about your fight tonight. Worst case is she’ll say no and tell you where to stick it. Best case is she says yes and actually shows up.
On second thought, Xander tossed his phone on top of his
bag and closed the locker.
Chapter 29
Xander’s name roared through the speakers. Pulling the curtains back, he could see signs with his name on them and people standing to get a better look at ´The Beast.´
I’ll never get used to this.
He bowed his head to the fans lining the aisles. Tommy was waiting for him in the corner of the ring, and he could see Mr. Pain standing to the right, bouncing on his feet in anticipation.
Xander went from being awestruck by the show of support from his fans to feeling a violent resentment building as he looked at his competitor. They had been enemies since Xander first started at Tommy’s gym. Spitzer’s boys would show up from time to time just to stir the pot, leaving right before it boiled over and got them into any serious trouble. There was one exception, and that was the night when Xander was mugged by three of Spitzer’s guys on his walk home. Xander hadn’t seen his mugger’s faces, but heard a few of their voices and swore one of them was the man now standing less than ten feet in front of him.
The referee gathered ‘The Beast’ and ‘Mr. Pain’ in the middle of the ring, commencing Round One with a ‘sportsmanlike’ fist bump and an obligatory reading of the rules. Xander stared directly into his opponent’s eyes, channeling the fury and hatred within himself.
Two rounds passed.
“I’m sick of seeing this guys’ ugly face, Tommy.” Xander said as he took out his mouth guard and drank the water Tommy was holding up to him.
“I know you are, but be smart about this fight, kid. Don’t let your emotions get in the way. You may want to see a bloodbath, but the fans and scouts will want to see a clean, skilled fighter.”
The bell rang and Xander stood up.
“I don’t care what the fans want Tommy, this guy needs a good beating.”
Mr. Pain was being thrown around the ring.
This ain’t fun if there’s only one player.
Giving the other fighter room to get himself together, Xander stood back and watched as Mr. Pain swayed left to right, his eyes rolling around in their sockets as he tried to focus on where Xander was standing.
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