I Can Resist

It was five in the morning before she returned home, disheveled and missing a stocking. What should have been a simple interview with a superbeing had turned out to be an escapade of wild proportions.

Normally, she was prudish and straitlaced in her attitude and attire. Though, considering the person she was to interview, a man of the wild, she had chosen to wear a chocolate brown suit over a forest green blouse. The colors worked together, accentuating her features and pale skin, transforming her look from stern to dramatic. She wanted to make sure he didn’t feel threatened by her, as most men were. However, she should have realized that superbeings were not like most people.

Chills ran up her spine as she thought of him, Dark Wolfe. No one really knew much about him. A loner that kept to himself, but she learned more about him in one night than she could ever have imagined. To call him a man was not completely true, a beast was more accurate. He was big, all muscle and no fat. Broad shouldered and tall, a light coat of hair covered his body. He had worn little, just tight blue jeans. No shirt, no shoes. She remembered the sight of his muscles rippling as he had stalked towards her. As instructed, she had waited in the clearing off Trail Number 21 in the natural reserve right outside of the city. Hunger gleamed in his eyes as he stopped a few feet away from her. Terror and arousal had run rampant through her, but she had tried to push that away.

Though the terror had faded, lusty thoughts still filled her. Unable to put up a fight against what her body wanted more of, she dragged herself to her desk. Stumbling across the floor, she managed to make it into the chair, in a mostly upright position. She knew she needed to write at least the first draft for her editor to read in two hours. Sighing, she turned on her computer. As it booted up, she hit play on the tape recorder and started jotting down notes.

“So, you’re the one who wanted to interview me,” Dark Wolfe’s voice reverberated from the recorder’s speaker. “You had a question you were dying to know the answer to? Well, there’s no need to die to find out, especially not one as gorgeous as you.” His voice deepened, causing her heart to beat a little faster as she continued to listen. “Now, if I remember correctly, your question was about what I am resistant to?”

Her voice was muffled, having not been near the microphone during the recording. “Yes, that’s what my article will be about.”

“Uh-huh. You think I have an Achilles’ heel? Like my powers are drained away by some hunk of space rock? Or maybe I actually get my powers from a ring. Well, I can easily dispel that misconception for you, my dear. All my power is in me, with no external weaknesses. Rings are for impotent wimps. Those who can’t keep it up on their own.” A hint of amusement tinged his voice. “I can give you a few names, if you’re curious.”

Unappreciative and scared, her words lashed out like a whip. “No thanks. Getting back to the topic, what exactly are you resistant to? What about bullets?”

“What about bullets? Bah! They just bounce right off me. They can shoot me all they want; it won’t hurt or stop me!”

“Missiles?” Her questioning drilled deeper, trying to break through his wild boasting.

“Missiles hurt. You, that is. As for me, they tickle. Make me giggle like a school girl. A young tender, sweet -” He broke off, licking his lips, a sound which was caught clearly on the recording. After a moment, he cleared his throat and continued. “No weapon can harm me, Miss.”

“So far you have only talked about man-made weapons, which many superbeings are resistant to. What about natural weapons, such as diseases?” Incredulity still filled her voice, though not as scared now.

“Diseases are a thing I never have been afflicted with.” Confidence swelled in his voice. “My cellular construction is perfect. I am impervious to viruses and bacteria. I have never even had a cold. Why, I’ve never even felt cold, not a moment in my life. I could stand on the top of Mount Everest for days, though it would probably get boring quickly. As for heat, same thing. I could walk the Sahara Desert for weeks and never get hot or thirsty. Though, again, boring.”

She cracked a smile as she remembered thinking that he was kind of boring to not be interested in the natural wonders of the world. Yet he was a creature of his own element and he had later shown her wonders she had never known existed. As her face flushed crimson, it took her a moment to refocus on the recording.

Her voice was continuing the interrogation, “What about flying into space?”

A yawn before he continued, boredom coloring his tone. “Ah, yes the typical fly into outer space question. Yes, I can and no, I won’t suffocate. I’ve gone up there a couple of times for important missions, to fix the satellites.” Muttering, he added, “It’s amazing how many useless parts they put on those things. I just rip off a few to, ahem, help. But that wasn’t your question. As I said before, cold doesn’t bother me. Nor do I feel the pressure from the vacuum of space.” Boredom changed to excitement as words began flying from his lips. “It’s actually quite fun, floating free. The gravity on earth makes me use more energy to fly around. I hate wasting unnecessary energy. Oh, I never run out of energy. Don’t think that. I can go all night long, sweetheart. All night.”

“So that’s everything?” Annoyance filled her voice. Though remembering back, she had actually been annoyed at how turned on the man - no, the beast was making her feel. He had an alluring scent to him, a heady mix of musk and fresh air.

Without pausing, he pushed forward, a hint of excitement rising as he spoke. “Yes that’s everything. I am invulnerable. I’m not weak to any weapon, disease or environment. I can resist everything. Everything,” he hesitated. “Except chocolate cake.”

Her laughter rang out. “Chocolate cake?”

“I know, I know,” he cringed. “I said I could resist everything, but, well, chocolate cake isn’t that bad. Since I don’t need to eat, I eat for the pleasure of it. Boy is it a pleasure.” His tempo increased as he spoke of his secret temptation. “As for what kind of chocolate cake - all of them. White, milk, semisweet, dark – put all of them in one cake and I definitely can’t resist it. My mouth waters just thinking about it. Hmmm, one large delicious bite, washed down with a big glass of milk. Yes ma’am, nothing better!”

She cracked a smile as the tape continued. She couldn’t really hear what she had said next, but she remembered wondering what else he was going to spill.

“So that’s it. I can resist everything but chocolate cake. Chocolate cake.” Another pause. “And pretty women.”

Silence as she had been unable to speak, so stunned she’d been at his admission.

“How can I help myself?” His voice deepened, which made the heat drain from her face towards lower parts. “A lovely lady, such as yourself, must be appreciated and I’m just the man to do so. I can’t resist a full-figured woman. I need curves to caress. Succulent mounds and yielding valleys. Mmmm, nothing like a fine-looking female to make my blood boil and make me want to howl. Awooo!”

A loud cry and then thudding sounds could be heard from the tape. The cry was hers as he had scared the daylights out of her. She’d been so mesmerized and aroused by what he was saying. The thudding sounds were her dropping the tape recorder. She fast-forwarded and stopped when his voice began again.

“Ahem, sorry. Like I said, I just can’t help myself. In summary, I can resist everything but chocolate cake and pretty women. Yes, chocolate cake, pretty women -” He took a deep breath. “- and money.”

A smile laced her voice. “Money?”

“Yes. Cool cash, solid gold bars, sparkling diamonds. Money, or anything valuable. For instance, right before this interview I finished counting the money from last night’s bank. Ah, what a haul that was. Nothing they could do about it either. No power on earth can stop me from what I want. And what I want is on display tomorrow at the museum – an enormous red ruby that would go perfect in my collection.”

“Why doesn’t Captain Goody Two Shoes stop you?” she asked, trying to remain cool and collected in front of such an obviously chaotic, though attractive superbeing.

Dark Wolfe howled with laughter. “That boner couldn’t stop a grandmother from stealing candy from a baby! He may be on the side of the law, but he’s too polite for his own good. He’s never been able to stop me from getting what I want.”

“So what’s stopping me from telling the authorities?” Her heart raced at the thought, which quickened even more as he advanced on her.

Like a switch, his voice changed from light-hearted amusement to serious desire. He growled deep in his throat. “Honey, you’re not going to be doing anything tomorrow. Because I haven’t told you what I want tonight. What I want tonight is you. Oooh, what a temptation you are. You make me feel hungry, and not for chocolate cake. We could go out tonight. Or maybe in? Or both. Over and over.”

She thought she could resist him. After all, everyone at work called her the Ice Queen. Yet she had never met a temptation quite like him before. “There’s no reason you can’t have two things you desire. I can make a mean chocolate cake.”

“Yes! No one can refuse me. Awooo!” His howl quickened her blood as she remembered how he had swept her off her feet. She barely had the wits to keep a tight grip on the tape recorder, but thankfully also had enough sense to turn it off once they reached his home base, a cave even deeper in the woods. It was there that he’d made sweet animalistic love to her long into the night.

She turned off the tape recorder as silence filled the air. With a flushed face and shaking hands, she attempted to type up her notes. As she worked, her mind whirled with the possibilities for tomorrow night. No longer was she the mild-mannered reporter who avoided the opposite sex. She now craved her dark beast in the night. Dark Wolfe had promised to ravage her again. Would he come? Would he be able to resist? She sure hoped not!

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