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Coarse wool scratched against Six’s arms as consciousness returned in sluggish waves. Her limbs felt like wet sand. Blinking against the yellow glare of a single bare bulb overhead, she tried to roll onto her side.
A hand, soft but unyielding, pressed against the center of her collarbone to keep her flat.
"Easy, my vixen." a low, familiar lilt murmured from the dark edge of the mattress; "The sedative takes hours to leave the blood."
Six forced her eyes to focus on the silhouette towering over her. Vulpes sat on a low metal stool, his posture immaculate as he looked down at her with a strange expression. Stripped of his standard legion leather, he wore only a simple tunic that showed the defined muscle in his arms. His fingers wandered to her temple, pushing away damp strands of hair with a light stroke.
"Where..." Her voice was a ruined rasp, thick with the drug.
A cup was nudged against her lower lip before she could finish the question. "Drink."
The strange tasting water trickled down her chin. Memory sparked behind her eyes, stark and sudden as a gunshot. On the small metal table beside the bed lay her personal effects: her empty holster, her canteen, and a familiar scrap of parchment sealed with a wax mark she had found tucked into her bedroll at Novac three weeks ago.
The handwriting on the envelope matched the neat, elegant script of the report he must have written next to it.
"It was you?" she choked out, twisting away from the cup so violently that water sloshed onto the blanket.
Those letters left in her pockets, the warnings pinned to the doors of the safehouses, the anonymous tips about NCR ambushes; it hadn't been Caesar's grand intelligence network. It had been him.
A delighted laugh bubbled from his chest, his eyes widening with a glassy brilliance that made her stomach drop.
"You always were remarkably perceptive," he murmured, setting the cup down to cradle her cheek in his palm. His thumb dragged across her bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to force her mouth slightly open. "Every word was written with the utmost sincerity. Caesar may look to the west; but I look only to you."
Six shoved his hand away, but he didn't pull back more than an inch.
"You're out of your mind," she spat, her teeth clenching. "Let me go. I have to get back."
"The Mojave is a hive of degeneracy that will burn before the month is out," he explained, his voice returning to that smooth lilt he used when lecturing profligates. "You simply refused to listen. I sent you notices at Novac. I left a clear directive in your room at Freeside. Yet, you persisted in aiding the Republic."
His fingers trailed down the blanket, tracing the line of her shin through the coarse fabric.
"Had you continued on that trajectory, Caesar would have been forced to declare you an official enemy of the state. My men would have been ordered to bring your head to the Fort on a spike." A shiver of genuine delight ran through his shoulders as he leaned closer, breath puffing against her cheek. "I could not allow them to ruin something so magnificent. This bunker is outfitted with the finest defenses; the NCR will never find it, and my own men do not even know the coordinates. You are entirely safe here until the war concludes."
"And then you’ll let me go?" Six asked, trying to find a leverage point against the mattress, her muscles still firing in clumsy, trembling fits.
"After the Dam is secure, I will present you to the new order as my wife," he said, his face splitting into a wide smile. His hand slipped under the hem of her tank top, calloused palm making direct contact with the bare skin of her stomach. The touch was slow, starved, and entirely possessive, fingers splaying across her ribs to feel each heartbeat. "I will teach you our ways properly. You will want for nothing. But until then, you will remain here, where the world cannot touch you."
Rage cut through the remaining haze of the sedative. Six gathered what little strength she had, drove her elbow straight toward his throat, and lunged off the pillows. The blow missed his windpipe but caught his collarbone in a decent strike.
Instantly, the warmth vanished from his eyes.
His smile snapped shut, leaving his features frozen in a mask of lethal, absolute stillness. Before she could draw another breath, Vulpes pivoted his weight, his forearm slamming down across her throat with enough force to halt the breath in her lungs. Her skull rattled against the iron frame of the bed. He pinned her hands above her head with his free hand, his grip crushing her wrists together until the bones creaked.
"Do not mistake my devotion for weakness, Courier," his voice dropping to a quiet register. Those pale eyes were entirely empty now, fixed on her face with the detached calculation of an executioner measuring rope as his fingers locked around her throat. "If you fracture this peace, I will break your legs myself. You will still be safe. You will still be mine. But you will spend the next three months unable to stand. Do we understand each other?"
Six glared up at him, spots dancing in her peripheral vision from the pressure on her windpipe as she spat right into his face.
The saliva caught him along the cheekbone.
For a tense second, the threat of violence hung suspended between them. Then, as abruptly as it had faded, the manic light rushed back into his pupils. He let out a soft chuckle, easing the pressure on her throat just enough for her to draw a wheezing breath.
"Such a venomous creature." he crooned, leaning down to press his lips to her bruised jawline. His hand relaxed its crushing grip on her throat, though he kept her securely pinned at the wrist, his fingers sliding down to trace the delicate lines of her palms. "Spit at me all you like. Curse my name until your throat is raw. I find your hatred absolutely intoxicating. It proves you are listening."
The shift between his moods was dizzying, al whiplash that left her entirely unsure of how to proceed. Vulpes shifted his position, sliding up the mattress until he was draped over her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her sweat and the bitter tang of the water into his lungs.
"Months," he whispered against her skin, "Months of watching you through binoculars, finding an opening in your defenses, cleaning up the messes you left behind. And now you are here. Under my roof. In my hands."
His tongue darted out, tasting the sweat at her collarbone with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her skin crawl. Six went entirely rigid, staring blankly at the concrete ceiling rafters, her mind already calculating her escape, looking for any flaw in his cage.
Seeing her submission, even if it was born of sheer disgust, only seemed to fuel his ecstasy.
"You are going to be such a perfect wife," he murmured, hips grinding lazily against her thigh. "Always so logical. You will see the wisdom in this eventually."
Leather creaked as Vulpes unbuckled her armored duster. Fingers worked the thick straps with deliberate slowness, savoring the moment as he peeled it away from her shoulders. Shifting her weight, Six tried to drive her heel into his shin. A soft, disappointed tut escaped his lips as his hand clamped over her ankle, neutralizing the strike effortlessly.
Restraints came into her vision; thick bands of treated Brahmin hide lined with soft sheepskin. Within seconds, her wrists were secured to the rods of the headboard. The metallic click of the buckles sounded final in the quiet bunker.
"You will only exhaust yourself," he murmured, hands returning to her waist to work the button of her jeans.
Slide by slide, the denim was pulled down her legs and tossed onto the floor. Once she was unobstructed, palms skimmed upward along the curve of her calves, over the smooth skin of her thighs, and locked onto her hipbones. He lingered there, thumbs pressing into the bone as his gaze drank in the sight of her naked form.
Kneeling between her legs, Vulpes slid his hands under her knees and parted her thighs, pinning them wide against the mattress. He leaned down, peppering slow kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, breath ghosting ever so closer to her core.
"Get away from me," Six hissed, straining against the leather straps until the metal bedframe rattled against the wall. "Don't touch me."
Amusement danced in his eyes as he lifted his head. "There is no need for such modesty, darling. This is hardly our first time."
The words hung in the air. Six froze, chest heaving as she stared at him in disbelief. "What are you talking about? I've only crossed your path a handful of times, you lunatic."
A low chuckle vibrated against her skin.
"Oh, do not pretend you have forgotten," he murmured, fingers tracing a slow path up her ribs. "The night after the doctor stitched a gunshot wound on your arm. The med-x made you so deliciously soft, so eager to hold me while I enjoyed you. You took me so well then."
Horror filled her. She had assumed the wetness on her skin the next morning was sweat from the night’s heat, that the split stitches were from tossing and turning in her sleep. It hadn't been a dream.
"You raped me while I was asleep in my own home?" she whispered, composure cracking as the full scale of her situation settled into her gut.
"I merely assisted your recovery," Vulpes corrected, reaching for a small brown apothecary bottle on the bedside table. He pulled the cork with his teeth. "And tonight, I added a touch of something special to the water you drank. A little treat our caravans brought from the tribes of the Colorado."
He leaned down, pressing his thumb against her chin to force her jaw open, letting the thick, bitter syrup fall onto her tongue. “Together, they will make something magical happen between us.”
"Your mind may try to deny me out of stubborn pride," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear as his knee pressed against her core. "But your blood will answer. I want to hear those sweet, broken noises again. Show me how much you need your master."
The bitter syrup coated her throat, she tried to spit it out, but it was no use. Discarding the bottle, Vulpes let it roll away, its dull thud echoing in the small space. Sliding his palms up the soft inside of her knees, he forced her thighs wider, locking her joints against the mattress. Leather straps groaned against the iron headboard as Six strained her wrists, pulse jumping under the skin as she felt a warmth settle in her gut.
"Let go of me." she rasped, the drug already thickening her tongue, weaving a heavy lethargy through her limbs.
A delighted chuckle vibrated in his chest. Bending low, his mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of her clothed cunt, teeth grazing the hood of her clit through the fabric. Six flinched, hips jerking upward in an involuntary reflex to escape the sharp sting of his teeth.
"Such a sweet reaction, my vixen." he murmured.
His thumb pressed firmly against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, grinding in slow, deliberate circles until a broken gasp escaped her lips. Wetness pooled rapidly between her thighs, the aphrodisiac overriding her fear and making her body respond to the touch.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, he peeled the damp cotton down her legs, freeing her completely. She felt him grind against the thin mattress as he looked up at her with pure lust.
"Stop," she managed, shaking her head against the pillow, though her lower body arched blindly toward his hand.
"Why should I stop when we have already shared this pleasure?" Vulpes whispered, climbing higher until his heavy torso pinned her to the sheets.
“This isn’t right. I don’t even know you." she choked out, heels digging into the mattress to find purchase as he came closer.
A mocking smile pulled at his lips at her useless objections.
"Do not play coy with your master, darling." he purred, fingers diving into her wetness, sliding a long finger deep into her tight cunt and hooking it. Rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Six cried out, spine racking as her walls clenched tightly around him, the slick friction sending a jolt of raw pleasure straight to her core.
"You are so beautiful when you are drowned in the pleasure I provide," his breathing turned into shallow hitches as he freed his erect cock from his tunic, throwing it to the floor. "You whimpered just like this when I filled you the first time. Don't pretend you don't remember."
The sight of his thick cock between her thighs sent a jolt of arousal to her twitching cunt. While the drug sent waves of artificial warmth racing through her bloodstream. Taking advantage of her stillness, he positioned his tip at her soaking entrance and gave a hurried thrust that buried his entire length inside her.
The iron bedframe slammed against the concrete wall with a loud clatter. A loud, guttural moan ripped from his throat as her tight walls clamped down around his shaft, the intense pleasure nearly undoing his resolve instantly. Six gasped, head falling back as her body rolled with his, her bound hands tugging fruitlessly against the leather straps.
He thrust again, deeper this time, his hips slamming against her backside with a wet slide that echoed in the quiet bunker. Skin slapped against skin in a relentless rhythm.
"Mine," he rasped, all eloquence completely disintegrating under the rush of his arousal. "You are better than I remember."
Her thighs quaked against his ribs as he maintained the brutal pace, palms cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she let out another broken sob. The nectar in her blood turned every touch into an electric shock, forcing her hips to stutter upward to meet his every thrust despite her terror. Lean muscles in his back bunched and flexed as he drove himself into her core, chasing the ultimate release.
"Look at me," he commanded, his expression twisted into something manic and wild as he hovered over her. "Tell me how my cock feels inside you."
Silence was her only answer, teeth biting into her bottom lip until it bled to keep quiet, even when her eyes blew wide with a mix of fury and intense arousal. A sharp slap echoed through the room as his palm struck her thigh, the sting drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
"Answer me," he growled, his voice turning ice-cold, the pace stopping instantly as he held himself deep within her, eyes boring into hers with lethal stillness. "I can end this right now, or you can be a good girl."
Fearing the violent shift in his temper but not willing to give in completely, Six let out a shaky breath. "It's too much."
The response delighted him instantly, the murderous glare melting back into a look of pure adoration.
"Yes, darling, take it for me." he cooed, resuming his pace with renewed frenzy, thumb finding her swollen clit and grinding hard against it. “You will grow accustomed to my needs, as all good wives do.”
The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge; her cunt spasmed violently, clamping around him in a violent orgasm that racked her entire spine. Hearing her broken scream, Vulpes lost all remaining control. He drove his hips forward one last time, pinning her flat as thick ropes of cum shot deep into her core, his body shaking with release. A long groan vibrated against her neck as he collapsed onto her, sweat slick skin sticking to hers in the heavy silence of the bunker.
The sticky pulse of his cum filling her mixed with the relentless twitching of her own walls. Soft, damp kisses rained down across her jawline as his mouth traced a path from her ear to her throat, his lips catching the sweat pooling at her collarbone on his tongue. Six tried to draw a full breath, but the ceiling swam in oily circles above her head.
A sudden, second wave of trembling seized her limbs, born not from the fading climax but from the nectar rushing through her veins. Air felt too thick to swallow. Looking up, she could barely distinguish the sharp lines of his face from the shadows of the room around them, her vision fracturing into fragments of icy eyes and concrete.
"You are trembling for me," he murmured, a breathy edge clipping his words as his lips found hers again. “Do you need me again so soon?”
He drank her in deeply this time. Tongue sliding past her teeth, collecting the coppery taste of her bitten lip and the residual bitterness of the syrup. A strange, sudden hitch caught in his own chest when he pulled back. Sweat broke out across his forehead, pupils blowing wide until the blue of his eyes vanished entirely. The aphrodisiac was claiming him too, the cross-contamination from her mouth and skin finally hitting him.
With a low moan, he slid his thick cock out of her aching pussy. Six let out a ragged whimper at the sudden emptiness, but the void lasted only a fraction of a second. Two long, rough fingers drove deep into her soaking cunt, hooking upward to find the sensitive bundle of nerves once more.
White hot pleasure flared anew. Her head snapped back into the pillow, eyes rolling toward the ceiling rafters as a violent spike of bliss sparked through her core.
"So sensitive," he teased as he flicked his wrist, dragging his knuckles against her clit while his fingers worked inside her dripping pussy to drag out the sensation. The bedframe rattled against the wall in a slow rhythm with every twist and writhe of her body.
His other hand came down flat against her chest, pinning her sternum to the mattress while her heart battered against his palm like a trapped bird.
"Accept it," he commanded as his fingers quickened their pace. "Let the nectar dissolve the rest of your pride. Be mine."
The constant pressure of his thumb forced another unwanted sob from her lips, wrists straining against the leather straps as he fucked his fingers into her fast, dragging her relentlessly toward a devastating peak.
The sudden spasm ripped a strangled shriek from her. It didn't sound like her own voice. Ears rang with a deafening buzz as a blinding flash of ecstasy washed her vision, a sensation that was entirely too much yet desperately not enough.
A renewed warmth surged through her veins, forcing a guttural groan of frustration from her parted lips. Below him, she twitched and writhed against the sheet. Struggling to grasp why she was locked in this dark room, the drug clouded her memories until she could barely identify the heavy hand gripping her thigh. Vulpes collected the mix of their cum to stroke his stiffening cock back to hardness while she shook beneath him.
"I had a grand strategy," his voice rumbled, rough and thick with conviction. Kneeling over her again, his eyes stayed wide and glassy as they bore into hers through the fuzzy haze. "The plan was simple, darling. I meant to hunt you down after the Legion secured the dam, to let you run until you were completely exhausted."
“Then,” his hips slammed forward, burying his cock deep inside her once more. The violent impact made her quiver in bliss. Leather bands bit cruelly into her wrists, drawing a sharp sting of pain as she instinctively yanked against the straps.”I would take you. I would fuck you into the dirt until you begged for mercy.”
Why was she trying to free herself? The nectar had muddled the answer, leaving only a chaotic blur of pleasure, touch and his melodic voice.
"But you just had to disobey my ample warnings," a breathless laugh bubbling out as he began a brutal pace, fucking into her hard enough to inch her up the bed. "You forced my hand. Now, we have plenty of time to break you in before I must present you to Caesar."
His mouth latched onto the swell of her breast. Tongue lashing out, sucking her nipple between his lips with a starved need. The wet, hot feeling sent a wave of pleasure down her spine and straight to her cunt. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, a sob mixing with a helpless moan. With every hard thrust of his hips and the relentless pull of his mouth, a third orgasm mounted staggeringly quick, trapping her in a punishing cycle of surrender.
She couldn’t help but sob as his cock rammed against that perfect spot over and over again, her pussy greedy for every new shockwave of pleasure that radiated from her core. Tears tracking down her cheeks as she uselessly twitched her hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts.
Vulpes caught the tears with his tongue, a shiver running the entire length of his spine as her broken moans urged him faster, harder. Driven by the relentless pulse of the nectar in her veins, her legs hooked tight around his waist. Her hips rose in a desperate hitch that pulled his cock even deeper into her slick cunt, body entirely overriding her mind to force him deeper.
"I am glad you did not listen to me," he moaned.
Pushing his weight down, his mouth sealed over hers, crushing her to mix the salt of her tears with the bitter poison coating their tongues. She couldn't choke back the deep moan that rumbled in her throat. The friction of his tongue felt terrifyingly good, shattering what remained of her mental resistance as shhe met the kiss with desperate need.
Rage and arousal blurred into a singular, violent impulse. Six lurched upward against the restriction of the leather straps and bit down hard on his lower lip.
Teeth tore through the thin skin of her lip, and the sudden, heavy rush of his blood flooded her mouth. A wild gasp escaped him. Instead of pulling away, the taste of his own blood seemed to snap whatever remained of his focus, his thrusts turning into a violent, erratic pummeling that made the iron frame rattle against the concrete. His hands flew to her face, fingers digging into her damp hair to hold her head still as he broke the kiss, their lips smeared red.
"Yes," he groaned, "Bleed into me, take me into your mouth, let our flesh run together until there is no separating us."
Another thrust bottomed out against her cervix, drawing a sharp cry that echoed off the damp walls. Her body writhed under his, trapped between the agony of the leather cutting into her wrists and the consuming surge of her own arousal.
"I will consume every piece of you," he whispered, his voice thick with ecstasy as he stared at the red staining both of their mouths. "I will swallow your blood, your flesh, your breath, until you are completely integrated under my skin. I will make you a part of my own anatomy. By the time I carry you out of this room, we will be so thoroughly joined that the Son of Mars himself could not tear you out of my body."
Fear flickered through the drug induced haze at his words, but the physical momentum was already too addicting to stop. Grinding her hips down against his, forcing his cock as deep inside her tight cunt as it could go.
A guttural cry broke from Vulpes as his spine pulled taut. Hot cum elevating the pleasure, overstuffing her with a sudden fullness that snapped her own control completely.
Every muscle in her thighs locked as bliss took over. A loud moan tore from her throat. Even as the release rocked her, she rolled her hips in a desperate circle against him, chasing the pleasure as she came hard.
"Such a good girl," he panted, "I was worried you would be too troublesome. But you are perfect. Perfect for me."
Fingers fumbled with the metal buckles at the headboard, casting the leather straps aside. The moment her hands were freed, her fingernails sank deep into the muscle of his bare back, raking downward until beads of fresh blood welled under her tips.
A sharp groan of approval left his lips at the pain. Six arched her back, pulling him closer, demanding more with a frustrated grunt.
Vulpes shifted instantly, hands catching her waist to flip her onto her hands and knees. The rough wool of the blanket chafed against her skin deliciously as he positioned himself behind her. Slipping his hands down to grip her hips, he drove his cock back inside her with a hard thrust that made her spine dip.
Reaching down, his fingers snatched one of the discarded leather straps from the mattress. He looped the thick band around her throat, pulling back with a harsh yank that forced her head up and back.
Her ass slammed hard against his groin with every thrust. A sharp jolt of fear shot through her chest, immediately tangling with the thick ache of arousal as the leather cut off her ability to breathe. Circulation dropped. Her head felt like thick cotton, the room blurring into a gray void until the only reality left was his cock fucking into her greedy cunt hard enough that she’d be sore for days.
Vulpes tugged the strap tighter, knuckles pressing hard into the nape of her neck as he pistoned inside her.
"I have broken every slave I could find that looked like you," his voice completely wrecked, stripped of his normal eloquence. "None of them were enough. None of them were you."
Darkness ate the edges of her vision, bleeding inward until the yellow bulb overhead became a pinprick of distant dot of light. Coldness settled deep into her skin. Despite the starvation in her lungs, her body refused to yield, hips rising in perfect time with his thrusts to elicit maximum pleasure at the perfect angle. Every single nerve ending hummed with an intoxicating sensory overload. It felt sharper, louder, better than anything she had ever experienced, the aphrodisiac magnifying the way his cock pounded into her until all she could perceive was pure bliss.
Vulpes tightened his grip on the leather loop, his knuckles digging into her spine as he fucked her faster. A manic laugh vibrated against her wet skin.
"I looked for your face in every camp," he panted against her neck. "I took every slave that shared your hair, your body. I tried to use them, I tried to make them take me the way you do, but they were too weak. Their necks snapped like twigs and their bodies gave out before I could finish.”
“I fucked them until there was nothing left but a cold corpse."
The horrific confession registered through the haze of pleasure, a sudden spike of fear forcing her muscles to tense. Which only seemed to urge him on. Air had been gone for too long. Yet, the slam of his length deep inside her aching cunt was pulling her toward a cliff, the buildup agonizingly sweet.
The tension around her neck suddenly vanished.
Cool air rushed to her lungs in a desperate gasp. The sudden explosion of oxygen triggered an immediate, devastating climax that ripped a broken sob from her throat. Her body gave out completely. Falling forward limply onto the mattress, face buried in the blanket as her walls clamped around his cock in helpless bliss.
Her body betrayed her completely as she was fucked through her peak. Unable to do anything more than pathetically take every slam deep inside her abused pussy. Calloused fingers moved to her face, tenderly brushing damp strands of hair away from her eyes while she wheezed for breath.
Leaning closer, his lips found the shell of her ear as he chased his own release. “But I would never kill you, unless you gave me a reason.”
"I am going to fill this perfect cunt every single day," he growled, breath turning shallow as his pleasure mounted. "I will fuck you until this beautiful, tight body is round and heavy with my sons. You will be soft, stuffed with my seed until you forget what it feels like to be empty. We will make a dynasty of legionaries born from the only woman worthy of my blood."
The violent twitch of his shaft inside her signalled his release. Shaking with a satisfied groan, Vulpes buried his face in her neck as thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into her womb, leaking out with every twitch of his hips.
He stayed inside her as the release settled. Long fingers reached down to tenderly stroke her flushed cheek, his touch disturbingly gentle compared to the words that spilled from his lips
"I am a very patient man," he murmured, tilting her head to press a devastatingly sincere kiss to her swollen lips. "We will have a beautiful life here. I will break you in slowly, teach you to crave the fullness of my seed. I will give you everything you need, and you will never have to choose again."