This is my own personal fantasy I have put down into words. Originally, I was not at all serious about this story. It was just something I thought about in my head for years that I just thought would be cool on paper. People seem to like it, so I followed the suggestions and fixed some things here and there. I guess I should also give a warning that it is graphic in the beginning. I like non-consent sex (if you can't tell) and I always thought that it would be hot to be saved by Brooklyn in this fashion. Anyway, I will keep writing more chapters in due time. Enjoy!
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The stranger's heavy body kept Kelly pinned against the cold, brick wall. One big hand covered her mouth so she could not scream. The other hand raked up her shirt and slipped under her bra to painfully pinch and pull at her nipples. She struggled and tried to push herself away from the man. He slammed his body into hers, painfully forcing the air from her lungs. She attempted to refill her lungs but the man's hand blocked her airway. In a panic, she began to claw at the hand over her mouth as he worked at pulling down her pants and then freeing his hard cock from the restraint of his jeans. Kelly felt tears of defeat and shame slide down her cheeks as the man slowly slid his cock inside of her pussy lips. The warmth of her made the stranger grunt with pleasure and his hand lessened its grip on her mouth.
With all her strength, Kelly pushed against his hand to free her mouth. She took in a deep breath and then let out a bone-chilling scream for help. Her rapist growled angrily, called her a fucking bitch and backed away from the wall with her pussy still locked tightly around his throbbing cock. He rammed back towards the wall causing her head to bounce off the wall and her vision to swim. She slumped helpless against the stranger as he began a rhythmic action with his hips.
Kelly accepted her defeat and gave herself to the spinning feeling in her head. She tried not to feel as the stranger's large cock messaged her wetting pussy. She ceased her struggling and her attacker's thrusts became softer. She had to withhold a whimper of pleasure and laid limply in his grasp. Her eyes drifted up towards the sky as she tried to keep her mind on other things and away from the chaos of emotions in her mind.
She must be delusional because she thought a large, winged shadow blocked the distant twinkle of the universe. She tried to follow its path but it flew out of her range of sight and she dared not move against her rapists' grasp.
As the man was grunting audibly in her ear and his pace was quickening with the nearness of his release, Kelly was vaguely aware that the two of them were no longer alone in the dark alley. A dark image came up behind her attacker. Bright white eyes glowed fiercely in the darkness. A massive hand gripped her attacker's shoulder. The rapist stopped pumping his hips and turned to face the entity behind them. Before he could even get his thoughts together, his body was quickly ripped away from Kelly's and was thrown nearly effortlessly into the metal trash bin that sat along the neighboring wall.
Her body, now free from the pressure of her attacker, slumped weakly to the ground. Her pants were still to her ankles, but she was too weak and in too much shock to cover herself. Instead, she stared as the winged creature with glowing white eyes walked menacingly towards her now unconscious rapist.
The creature lifted the man up by his neck as if the man weighed no more than that of a child. The man moaned and then came to enough to realize how dire his situation was. He struggled against the tight choke of the creature's strong, clawed hand. He tried to talk but the creature simple tightened his grasp to cut off the man's airway completely. The man gasped helplessly and struggled in midair. His cock had softened at this point but remained exposed as his jeans bunched near his ankles as he kicked helplessly. As the man's struggles began to weaken, the creature reached out and grabbed the man's balls into his free hand. He pulled and squeezed them firmly as the man yelped a choking protest.
"If I EVER catch you forcing yourself upon another woman, I will be relieving you of your weapon permanently. Do you understand me?" the creature growled in a deep, menacing voice.
The man opened his mouth to try to talk but as he was turning blue from lack of air, he simply nodded instead. The winged creature threw the man's body fifty yards away. He crashed into the pavement, slid a few feet before coming to a stop, and did not get back up again.
Kelly feebly attempted to pull up her pants but her shaky hands would not respond to her. The creature turned his eyes on her and she felt cold fear all over again. His eyes were starting to dim, their brightness fading away to a more human appearance. He walked toward her and tucked his large, leather wings around his body. This made him appear smaller and less intimidating, but Kelly whimpered as tears of fear dampened her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" the creature asked gently.
He reached out to touch Kelly's shoulder. Turmoil of emotions clouded her mind. She looked into the creature's face and realized his eyes were now without light but still glinted in the moonlight. He had long, flowing white hair, deeply pointed ears, and impressive horns that swept back across his head from the heavy bridge over his eyes. His beak-like mouth and nose dominated his features. Kelly had a strong urge to reach up and stroke the creatures face to see if the beak was hard like bone. Before she could move, her mind gave up on her and reality faded to blackness.
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Something wet and warm touched her forehead and brushed a path along her cheek to her neckline. Her head throbbed painfully and there was a large bump at the back of her skull where her head ricocheted off the brick wall during her rape. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as the soothing cloth repeated its path from her forehead to her neck. She carefully cracked open her eyes and saw the nearly human eyes of the winged creature gazing at her. Lines of concern wrinkled his forehead. She had an unusual urge to raise her hand and smooth them away. Instead, she forced herself to sit up but the throbbing in her head intensified. She groaned and slumped weakly back down onto the couch.
"Wow there. Take it easy," said her savior.
Kelly looked around to assess her surroundings. It was a big, open area. Many metal beams crisscrossed at the high ceiling. The walls were simple brick but one housed a beautiful glass mural. Kelly examined the artwork and determined that they were not far from downtown in one of the high-rises on the older side of town.
He was not alone. An older winged man stood nearby. Although this other was gray haired and showed the deep lines of age on his face, he was still muscular and looked like a formidable warrior. He was quiet but looked concerned.
"Where am I?" Kelly finally was able to say.
"You are safe here. You need to rest some and then I can get a cab for you and you can go home," her savior replied.
He dipped the washcloth into a bowl of clean, steaming water. Wrung it free of excess moisture and returned it to Kelly's forehead. She reached up and gently held his wrist and pushed her head into the warmth of the cloth. She breathed deeply with pleasure. The winged man gave a little smile.
"Who are you?" was her next question.
"My name is Brooklyn. And that is my dear friend, Hudson."
"Greetings, Lass. Welcome to our home," spoke the veteran.
Kelly smiled at the other creature. He seemed friendly and warm and he spoke with an accent that hinted of something old. She wondered how long these strange creatures lived for.
She gripped both hands around Brooklyn's arm and pulled herself up a little at a time. The creature wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders and helped her into a sitting position.
Her face was inches from his. She felt his warm breath on her cheek as she rested feebly against his arm.
"Thank you for saving me," she said softly.
