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Courier Six had been a temptation since she first appeared in Zion, a test from the Lord perhaps. In her flesh Joshua saw a challenge to overcome, but her attitude was becoming a fuel to fires he believed would soon be out of control.
Her warm and friendly attitude did nothing but feed his desire. Joshua saw her walk the valley for weeks, unable to keep his eyes away from her like an animal that had been starving for too long. During her time in Zion she had quickly become close to him, trusting him and confiding in him her troubles and sorrows. How she hadn’t felt the same after being shot, how death had changed her, how each time she went to sleep she feared to never wake up again because of how deep her slumber was. How lost she felt in the world. She had to be a test from Heavenly Father, or perhaps the sweetest of temptations. Still, he took consolation in his restraint, answering with kindness the kindness of her own, until one day he tumbled in his fight.
Although the preparations for the incoming battle should have taken priority, Joshua still found time to scout the valley with her, often getting distracted when she walked in front of him, every gesture and word reading like an invitation to take her. If only she knew what she was doing to him.
Rain came suddenly that day, forcing them to find shelter in a half ruined lounge. They were both soaking wet, and there was only a small corner safe from the water filtering through the old ceiling. While Joshua made a small fire Six began to remove the outer layer of her clothing, standing only in her pants and a thin t-shirt. He removed his own vest and sat to rest in front of the fire, back against the wall and eyes fixed on the flames, trying to distract his sinful thoughts with memories of pain.
After leaving her wet clothes over a chair next to the fire Six walked up to him, her body shivering. Her clothes and hair were clung to her skin, leaving no room for imagination regarding the silhouette of her body. The t-shirt was tight against her flesh, so tight she could be wearing nothing. Joshua took on the shape of her firm breasts and her hardened nipples. The plain of her stomach that would swell with his child if he ended up succumbing to his sinful thoughts. Joshua closed his eyes, praying in silence, but he felt no one was listening.
“There's not much space left,” she said, looking around.
“I apologize,” Joshua said, but before he could stand up to leave this spot for her she crouched in front of him.
“Please don't, we can share this little corner if you want,” Six tried to offer him a kind smile. “I would feel terrible if I was the only one allowed to rest.”
It was a terrible idea, but Joshua agreed. Six moved to invade his space, settling herself between his legs and resting her back against his chest. She was shivering, and he tried to think of the downpour outside and the battle to come, but her body was so close he felt his senses clouded. Control yourself, he thought, trying to convince himself that if he passed this test he would have succeeded in taming his demons. But the young woman in his presence was shivering and they had no blankets, so he hugged her closer to his body, trying to give her some of his heat. Six was so relaxed in his embrace, ignorant in her naive trust of his real feelings, that she soon fell asleep.
At first it felt like the storm, the one in his soul, had passed at last. He had subdued his sinful desires and proved himself strong in spirit under the Lord, but Joshua would ultimately be betrayed by the flesh.
Time passed slowly listening to her peaceful breathing, her head resting on his shoulder in the most lovely of ways. At some point he tried to slightly shift his posture to fight the discomfort of his aching body, and it was then when his hand brushed one of her breasts, discovering that her nipples were still hard. Joshua would have found the strength again to cast his desires away if not for the pitiful and soft sound that came from her lips when his hand touched her nipple.
Telling himself the bandages were too loose and wet, he unwrapped his hands down to his wrist. Six was still sleeping, snuggling against him when he began to touch her. At first it was his palm over her stomach, and Joshua indulged in the thought of impregnating her and keeping her in the valley with him. How beautiful she would look with his child growing inside her youthful body, how her breasts would swell to feed his offspring as Heavenly Father intended. He would breed her many times, as many as he could or as many as she could endure, laying claim and ownership of her body in the most primal of ways.
With slow movements he moved his hand up, gracing over her ribcage until he found the underside of her breast. He caressed her waist up and down a few times, lingering for a moment when he felt her breast before moving it down. He did it one last time before finally cupping her breast. The perversion of what he was doing didn't go unnoticed to Joshua, but if anything, it made the hardness in his jeans more unbearable and painful. The rough fabric was straining against his erection. He got the impulse to push her down and fuck her awake, but he managed to hold the reins of himself. Joshua stood like that until he lost the track of time, the fire almost extinguished and Six still sleeping against him with his hand grabbing her breast.
One small shift in her sleep was enough to make him brush his thumb over her nipple. She made the same sound she made before, but showed no signs of waking up. Joshua felt his heart racing in his chest, and it became impossible to ignore his erection. All he needed was some release, but he wouldn't touch himself. He would not fall so low. He would not debase himself this way.
With his free hand he was careful to reach for the zipper of his jeans, pulling it down slowly. The sound of the zipper unfastening filled the room, like an accusation of which he knew he was guilty. Joshua gasped when his cock was free, now pressed against Six’s back.
The only thing between his member and her skin was the thin t-shirt, but he decided on keeping his touch over her clothes. He circled his thumb over her nipple a few times, trying to make her gasp again, but she only stirred in her sleep, giving so much needed friction to his member. His hand moved down slowly, looking for her hips — the Lord had certainly made her to be bred, and he had put her in his path for a reason. Perhaps that was why she had ended up in Zion against all possibilities.
But even if that was true, he could not defile her yet. Not without taking her in marriage. His hand moved by itself to her legs, almost threatening in the way his fingers crawled between them. He pulled one leg to the side, opening her. That made her stir again, trying to close her legs, but with gentle firmness his hand held her inner thigh until she gave up in her sleep. He moved his palm up and down her inner thigh, basking in the new friction born from the exchange — if only he could settle his cock between her thighs, that would satiate him for now. But in this posture it would be impossible.
Joshua kept touching her curves, lost again in the fantasy of her pregnant body. He wanted to make her his wife, bind her to him in every way he was able to conceive. He imagined his children coming from between her legs, being fed from her breasts, a proof for everyone to see that she was his. It was becoming unbearable, his breathing getting agitated as his hips jerked against her. His fingers walked over the edge of her pants, desperate to be inside her in some way or another.
Even if he were to take her as his wife they would have to wait until being married in a temple. He grabbed her breast again, still being gentle and thinking about how she could receive him in her ass before being joined as husband and wife. That thought almost pushed him beyond his limits, but kept control of his body while his mind conjured the filthiest of images. Joshua was going to take her in every way a man could take a woman even if she didn't know it yet. Brushing her nipple this time took a frail whimper out of her, enough to make him imagine how she would moan when he managed to finally be inside her.
Joshua had to own her and consume her, steal Courier Six away from the Mojave to turn her into his wife and the mother of his children. A familiar build up began to rise, and he moved his free hand to his cock while still touching her, until his release came on his fingers and her back. He had sinned.
A crushing regret flooded him as he returned to his senses. This had been a sinful mistake that resulted in spilling his seed without purpose. Joshua looked at the thick, creamy substance on his hands. There was no escaping from the man he was. Six had been a test he had failed.
Or so he believed until he understood it wasn't too late. Hoping she would remain asleep for a bit longer, Joshua reached for her pants, undoing them. He would just give her his seed, there wasn't going to be any lustful thought as he did it. This was doing what was right in the eyes of the Lord, nothing more.
His index and middle finger were coated with his come, enough to also act as lubrication to push them inside her. Invading her almost made her wake up, but he hushed her, tender and soothing as his fingers pushed inside her. Once he had them buried in her heat he indulged in the feeling of her for a few seconds before pulling them out.
It was done. He fixed her pants and whipped his fingers on his shirt. Joshua touched her belly, asking Heavenly Father for this miracle, convinced that it would be given to him.
She had been so docile during the exchange that it felt like a dream, making him carve another opportunity to have her like this as much as he wanted to fill her holes. Lowering the bandages covering his mouth, he pressed a soft kiss on her still wet hair. All she had to do from now on was to remain between his arms.