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[forced proximity]
The sky opened up on them, the dark clouds pouring water on the pair of companions. It was a welcome change, at first, cooling the impossibly hot Mojave, but it didn’t last for long before she was soaked to the bone and cold.
The navy and gold vault suit she wore clung to her body and wearing wet clothes was awful. She wanted nothing more than to dry out and get away from the bitter biting wind that cut through her soaked suit.
So, she stripped out of it and down to her bra and panties before laying it by the fire to dry. Her white underwear was semi-sheer thanks to the water, and she wrapped her blanket around her shoulders to try to keep some modesty. She didn’t know him that well.
The Ghoul, however, chose not to strip out of any of his wet clothes. His leather duster kept him dry, more or less, though some of it had seeped into his other layers. He didn’t maintain the same body temperature as she did, he ran hotter, so it didn’t bother him as much. He was far more used to the elements, too.
“You kind of smell like wet dog.” Said companion was currently rolled over on her stomach, sleeping on the other side of the roaring fire. “I think Dogmeat smells better than you.”
“You’re really gettin’ on my last nerve, you know that, Vaultie?” Cooper was already in a bad mood, not wanting to have to wait out the storm. The faster they got to New Vegas, the faster they could find Hank, and hopefully, his fuckin’ family.
“Well you’ve been grumpy all day and I don’t appreciate that.” She glanced sideways at him. “Plus, no offence, but you really do smell really bad. I don’t think you realize how bad it is because you don’t have a nose.”
The Ghoul genuinely couldn’t remember the last time his clothes were washed. Maybe some time before Dom Pedro locked him in that damn box underground, which was about twenty, maybe twenty five years now. At the absolute minimum, and it could’ve been fifty years or a century since then. Lots of days blurred together. He probably did smell bad, he was just used to it at this point.
Maybe she was right.
He sighed and stood, deciding to throw her a bone and stripping off the brown duster followed by the tooled leather vest. He stretched them out on the other side of the camp fire to dry, though he left his blue and gold peal snap western shirt.
“Happy now? I don’t wanna hear your bitchin’ all night. Tryin’ to relax since we’re stayin’,” He sat back down, shaking his head like he was annoyed.
Lucy rolled her eyes at him, very used to him being dramatic, but muttered an I guess before turning her attention to her bag. It was pretty soaked too, though thankfully it hadn’t ruined anything inside. Blindly, she dug around until she found a packet of half crushed potato chips and some trail mix. Her stomach growled; it probably wasn’t enough to keep her satisfied but she hoped they could find something early for breakfast in the morning.
Maybe it would be cooler and more
The rain continued to come down outside, which Lucy had to admit felt pretty cozy. If the Ghoul didn’t smell like wet dog, anyways. She offered him some of the trail mix but he declined, opting to drink his usual whiskey instead.
“Is that what you’re having for dinner?” She asked, an eyebrow raised. “Whiskey?”
“It’s got grain, don’t it?” He offered her the bottle. She hesitated before she took it, pressing the opening against her lips. She had one mouthful, spluttered, and handed it back as she coughed. She had a grimace on her face.
“Cheese and rice,” She grumbled, spitting on the cave floor beside her. “I don’t see how you can drink this stuff. Ugh, it’s awful.”
“Tastes fine to me, not all of us used to eatin’ radiation free food and drinkin’ good whiskey.”
Lucy fell silent, feeling a little bad now.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“You were afforded one of th’ last privileges of civilized society, Miss MacLean.”
“…can I have another drink, please?”
“I don’t know ‘bout that, Vaultie,” But he dragged his leather saddlebag from the floor to his lap and dug around inside. “Think I got a bottle o’ wine in here…”
Lucy wasn’t sure how he even fit it in that bag, but sure enough he produced a bottle of wine. Pristine cork, even, not pushed back in after half had been drunk. It looked fresh, no particles floating in it as Lucy inspected it using the light of the campfire. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but… they were kind of stuck right now and her pip-boy wasn’t even working, the signal bouncing off of the cave walls. She took it off and set it beside her; the thing probably had to dry out, anyways.
Where the portable computer covered was a different color than the rest of her arm with a clear tan line, nearly a perfect rectangle from the metal that was usually clasped around her wrist. She’d never gotten a suntan before, obviously, living underground and all. She pulled a metal cup with a handle from her own bag, pouring the (slightly warm) wine into her cup.
She sipped it, only wrinkling her nose a little.
“It goes down easier than the whiskey.”
“Don’t drink it too fast, sweetheart, it’s stronger than it tastes, and you’re gonna have a hangover tomorrow and be a pain in my ass.”
It still burned the back of her throat every time she took a drink. It did get easier, though, the drunker she got, the more her now chronic pain egan to ebb and she felt her back muscles relax, the more she wanted to drink. She breathed out like she hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath, letting her head loll back and rolling it.
“It feels kinda nice… I guess I get why you drink so much.” He didn’t think she meant it as a dig but he wasn’t entirely sure. It felt like a little bit of a dog.
The rain could still be heard from the back of the cave, a soft pitter patter now with the occasional boom of thunder or flash of lightning. The thunder made Lucy startle and she moved closer to the Ghoul, her heart racing despite the alcohol in her system. Maybe her nerves were a little fried and some rest tonight would do her good.
Dogmeat didn’t seem to care either way, now sprawled out beside Lucy on the other side, sleeping happily. Her stomach was exposed, legs twitching occasionally.
“What, you scared?” The Ghoul sneered.
“No,” Lucy half-lied. She wasn’t scared, but the loud booms kept her a little bit on edge, and the lightning that lit up the caves made her eyes burn. She was glad they were inside, though, even if it was just a cave and only partially sheltered from the elements.
“You sure ‘bout that?”
“I’m sure.” She tipped her metal cup up to get the last bit of wine before pouring another. Second glass.
“Watch out, Vaultie. I ain’t holdin’ your hair if you get sick.”
“Get sick?” She scoffed. “I don’t think I’m going to get sick, sir.”
“It ain’t juice. Slow down.”
“It’s not like we’re leaving this cave tonight, anyways.” She murmured, hand clasped around the neck of the dark green bottle. They could both hear the storm, the wind, the unrelenting rain heavy as it fell outside. It helped her aching legs as the alcohol absorbed into her bloodstream. Her muscles felt more relaxed now than they had in a long time.
“Darlin’, I’ve been drinkin’ so long I’m sure I’ve drank a few bottles o’ whiskey that were older than you.”
Oh. Well that did something for Lucy, giving her the smallest bit of twitch between her legs. Oh, boy. But she told herself it was because she was tired – exhausted, really – and needed a good night’s sleep. The cave, she hoped, would lend itself to that.
The temperature dropped sharply after the sun had set, leaving Lucy shivering with her thin yellow blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It was still slightly damp, but it was better than the cold air nipping at her entire body. The wine took the edge off of it and she was thankful, considering a drink now and then wouldn’t be a terrible experience.
Despite that, she was still shivering as the temperature outside dropped colder and colder. She would’ve never guessed the desert got so cold, but with the rain and moisture in the air it was the coldest night she’d experienced since leaving home.
“You’re shiverin’ like a chihuahua, Miss MacLean.” The Ghoul observed, the smallest hint of a smirk on his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re cold, now.”
“I’m f-f-fine,” Her teeth were practically chattering, though, and she couldn’t hide that even if she tried. Her thin blanket wasn’t helping, either.
“An’ here I thought you were tough sweetheart. That bottle of wine not helpin’ enough?”
“A little,” She looked up to him, hand clasped around the edges of the blanket and holding it against her chest. “It’s just r-really c-c-cold,”
The Ghoul sighed, patting the ground beside him. There was probably about two feet between them before Lucy closed the gap, though she eyed him skeptically. She audibly gasped when he put his arm around her and pulled her against his body. His rough skin made hers break out in goosebumps, even worse than from the cold.
“Oh!”
He went to move his arm and she pressed herself closer, breathing out in what sounded like some kind of relief.
“N-no, no, it’s okay.” She didn’t know exactly what the temperature was, but it felt freezing. “…you’re warm.”
The Ghoul just yawned, taking another drink of his alcohol. He kind-of forgot that humans were so fragile, because truth be told, Lucy was actually pretty damn tough.
“You gonna get some shut eye?” He asked, barely glancing to her and trying to keep his composure. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this close to someone, and his smoothie sure was a pretty little thing.
But too young. Way too young. So… why did that turn him on?
“No, I’ll be okay.” Lucy murmured, wincing lightly as there was another boom of thunder. She didn’t think she was going to get any rest tonight, actually.
“You sure, sweetheart? We’re movin’ out first thing in the morning…” His voice was just a bit softer as he looked at her now. “I ain’t carryin’ your ass across the Mojave neither.”
“Maybe in a little while.” She was tired, the wine not helping, but she didn’t think she would get to sleep before the thunder and lightning ceased. “It’s really loud.”
There was a long moment of silence, only broken up with the rain falling outside before the Ghoul spoke again.
“You ain’t complainin’ about the way I smell anymore.”
“You don’t smell like wet dog so much, anymore.” She murmured, pressing herself closer to him. The body heat was nice, just enough to stop her shivering, even if she was still a little cold. The scent of gunpowder, cigar smoke, and an unmistakable aroma of body odor – almost human but missing the mark. “When was the last time you bathed?”
The Ghoul snorted, leaning his head back as he thought about it. Getting caught in the rain didn’t count, so it was definitely before Dom Pedro was cutting things off of him.
“You don’t want me to answer that, sweetheart.” He was almost in awe of her, no fear of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was touched either, which was far longer than the last time he showered. He’d had a few flings, here or there, a couple of one (or two) night stands, but he hadn’t even wanted to let anyone touch him since before Lucy was even born, probably.
“You don’t smell so bad,” She murmured after a few moments to mull it over, and he could tell she was pretty drunk. Half a bottle of wine on a half empty stomach with her tolerance, he was surprised that she wasn’t slurring her words. But she was properly drunk.
The Ghoul hesitated before tilting his head down so she couldn’t see his face.
“Well, darlin’, I reckon you don’t smell so bad, either.” This close, he could smell her with no problem.
There was another moment of silence, this time broken up with the loud crack of lightning that was followed with another deep boom of thunder. Lucy winced. She wasn’t expecting the much older man to squeeze her shoulder in an attempt to soothe her.
Lucy’s breath fell in line with the Ghoul’s and between the wine and the unexpected comfort, she nearly melted into him. She didn’t know how to describe it, but it just felt right. She couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together and her mind started to wander.
Back in the vault, she had sex multiple times a week. Her cousin was always happy to participate, and she was thankful for that because her sex drive was higher than most other women she’d known in the vault. But now… she hadn’t had sex since her wedding night. It was months ago now, and she hadn’t realized how much she missed it.
“Thank you,” She murmured softly, goosebumps prickling up her arms as his rough skin brushed against her shoulder.
“F’what?” He feigned annoyance, trying to not lose his tough ghoul façade though finding it very hard in the moment.
“Taking care of me tonight.”
Cooper snorted and rolled his eyes. Still, he pulled her closer; no matter if he admitted or not, he was touch starved. Maybe he liked her curling up against him, or maybe he felt bad, or maybe he was just thankful for human touch and affection, but it was… nice. Not that he’d admit any of that out loud in another two hundred years.
“T’tell you the truth, sweetheart,” He dropped his voice down low so nobody, not even Dogmeat who was stretched out a few feet away, could hear. “Been a l-o-ong time since anyone’s wanted t’stick around with me.” He paused, tongue darting out to wet his mouth, “Got kind of a reputation, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re not so scary.” Lucy said, though she remembered how she felt about him when he sold her to those organ harvesters. She had been scared of him, at first. No nose, mean as heck, face scarred up… she got over it pretty easily, though.
“Lotta people would disagree with you, Miss MacLean.” He shifted slightly to take another drink. It took him a lot to get drunk, but here he was feeling warm and fuzzy. He practically choked on it when she spoke again.
“Do you want to have sex?”
He coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He turned his head to look up at her, hazel eyes meeting Lucy’s much darker ones. He studied her face, trying to see if she was actually serious. Lucy didn’t do sarcasm.
“I just think it would be a great way to pass the time,” Her eyes practically sparkled as she watched him right back. “I bet it’d keep us warm, too.” She glanced to the mouth of the cave again, the water still coming down outside.
“You mean keep you warm.” But he seemed to be considering it, brows knit just enough for her to see by the light of the fire. “I ain’t gotta worry about that.”
“Well… my point still stands.” She slipped one of her hands over his thigh, tentatively, watching for his reaction. No means no, of course, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t touch him a little bit.
To tell the truth, maybe she’d been thinking about touching him for a while. Sometimes in the back of her head, and sometimes consciously. She found him fascinating and managed to possess a type of charm that she’d only seen from pre-war, old Hollywood movie stars.
The Ghoul scoffed, looking away as if the young woman pressing herself against him was something he didn’t want. There was a tiny part of him that thought of Barb, but he was a red blooded man, after all, and Lucy MacLean was a pretty little thing…
“Your Daddy would make jerky out of my ass if he knew that I defiled his little girl.” His browbone rose, watching her for her reaction. He considered that a good thing. He loved the idea of returning Hank MacLean to his daughter that had been properly defiled.
“Well fudge him, he’s not a very nice person if he blew up an entire town.” There was a little bit of venom in her voice and he very much liked that. He could see real parts of her coming through out of manager mode.
The Ghoul couldn’t help the half smirk, half smile spreading over his face. He looked smug as hell. His hand found its way to one of her breasts, squeezing. She yelped in response, surprised more than anything as he massaged through her (nearly dry) bra.
“You ain’t ever even fucked a ghoul before.” It wasn’t a question. “I reckon you wouldn’t know what to do with me.” But he still massaged her breast through the thin cotton.
“I’ve had extensive sex education,” She held up a finger followed by a second, “I had sex with my cousin for ten years, and there’s something…” She trailed off, eyes fixed on him, “I don’t know, attractive about you in a kind of strange way and I don’t think it would be a complete waste of time, is all.” She nodded once confidently, it acting as punctuation to her statement.
He scoffed again.
“Not a waste of time, huh? Tell me how you really feel, Vaultie.”
“So…” She asked again, rubbing the cotton of his striped pants and feeling the muscle underneath. “Do you want to have sex?” She said it just a fraction slower, more intent behind it, watching him watch her.
“You got any rad-x?” He asked.
Lucy knit her brow, trying to remember exactly what she had in her pack. She knew she had a couple of stimpaks and a rad-away in reserve – she didn’t want to get radiation poisoning again, and clean water wasn’t always available – but she didn’t know if she had rad-x. They typically tried to avoid high radiation levels.
The Ghoul seemed annoyed and had to grab his leather saddlebag. He flipped the top up while Lucy watched with curiosity. He seemed to have every type of chem in there, among his bullets and gosh knew what else. He had a brown, glass bottle of pills in his hand when he and closed his bag.
He didn’t waste any time, shaking two pressed pills onto the palm of his bare hand. They were small and white, about the size of a pencil eraser. He presented them to her.
“Two?” She seemed skeptical.
“Sweetheart, you seem to be forgettin’ that I’m a ghoul. You think I cum rainbows and sunshine?”
She took them, putting them into her mouth at the same time and swallowing them with another mouthful of wine as she threw her head back. She wasn’t that skilled at taking pills; didn’t really need them in the vault. Her heart was thrumming, feeling butterflies in her stomach and genuinely excited..
“You sure you wanna do this?” She swore there was less of his usual drawl there, but she was tipsy enough that she couldn’t have been sure. “Ain’t no turnin’ back when you’re a ghoulfucker.”
“So? Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” She scoffed. “I can’t imagine that most people would have that much of an issue with that. We’re both consenting adults.”
“Well, darlin’, I think what people get their panties in a twist about is that I’m ‘bout two hundred and forty five years older than you.”
“So is my Dad.” She retorted back. “People apparently didn’t have a problem with that.” Yup, still weird.
“You ain’t ‘bout to get pinned up against the wall by your Daddy.”
Oh, god. The Ghoul was old enough to be her Dad. How awful. What a weird twist of fate.
Oh, god, why did that make her hot? Her breath hitched and she focused her eyes on him again.
She opened her mouth to say something and she was immediately cut off by the Ghoul’s hard kiss, a hand coming up to the top of the hold her head still as his tongue invaded Lucy’s mouth. His tongue was rough, she could taste tobacco and alcohol – which she was thankful for because his breath was bad and the high proof would kill some of the bacteria on his tongue She didn’t even try to pull away, her breath coming in heavy. She’d ran out of toothpaste weeks ago, though, so she probably didn’t have much room to talk.
Historically, she’d never had much alcohol, not even at her wedding, and she was drunk. It wasn’t her first time, she’d been tipsy before on nights she couldn’t sleep, but she’d never been this intoxicated. She was far from falling down drunk but it almost felt like electricity as he touched her. She was relaxed for the first time since her wedding and it was so much easier to just let go.
He drew away just as unexpectedly as he’d kissed her, his regular smug look plastered on his face. He pointed to the wall of the cave across from them.
“Back against the wall. Take that bra off.”
Lucy seemed skeptical but obeyed, feeling a spark between her legs at his command. Chet was so submissive but that meant he took directions very well. She stood against the sloping rock. He took his time getting up, leering at her the entire time.
Vaultie had curves, a perfect hourglass shape (but he knew that because her vault suit fit like a glove), muscular legs from having walked hundreds of miles, a crop of loosely curled dark brown hair smattered between her thighs, and a flush on her face.
The Ghoul fondled her breasts, his breath starting to come in heavy. It had been a while and this young woman was incredibly compelling. They were fuller on the bottom but perky and with rosy pink areolas.
“You know you’ve got perfect tits?” He asked, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “Goddamn.”
Lucy gave a breathy laugh. She’d never been told that before.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
The Ghoul, about a foot taller than Lucy, put his hand above her shoulder easily. His other hand snapped again and pointed at her panties.
“Now.”
Again, Lucy obeyed. Her heartbeat thrummed in her sex and her ears, and she almost felt like she was floating. She dropped them down to her ankles the best she could without being able to move very much, then off entirely.
They were getting uncomfortably wet, anyways. The slickness gleamed, even in the dim lighting by the fire. He was quite smug about this. It was nice watching Lucy be out of manager mode, it usually just took a little bit of a chem (or a lot of them, in the case of the buffout). She was a lot more fun when she was inhibited and he liked seeing that side of her.
Maybe he would try jet next. .
Teeth nipped at the junction of her shoulder and her neck hard enough to make her gasp sharply. He tucked his arms under her knees and lifted them up in unison, effectively pinning her at the wall and not giving her any leeway.
“Sir-,”
“Shut up, Vaultie,” He nipped again, hard enough to bruise before sucking it into his mouth and making a dark mark anyways. He wanted anyone who came across them to no, right above the collar of her vault suit. It would be prominent if she had it zipped to the top so everyone who came across them would know.
He was a ghoul, after all.
She realized she hadn’t seen him unzip his pants but his hard cock was rubbing against her bare skin. She couldn’t tell if he was circumcised or not, and it didn’t matter, but it was just as rad-burned as the rest of his body.
“Last chance to opt out, darlin’ before I fuck the shit out of you.”
“No, please keep going.” She breathed out hard through her nose.
He didn’t waste time and rolled his hips into hers hard, bottoming out inside as she struggled to accommodate him. She’d had a lot of sex and not a lot of partners, and certainly not one this big.
“Oh, fudge,”
“I thought you said you were ready,” He teased, though kept his hips still for a few seconds so she could get used to the intrusion, but then he started fucking into her – hard.
“I – ah – it’s just so big,” She leaned her head further against the cave wall, toes curling in her socks. It wasn’t particularly sexy, but it was cold, and she knew from vault sex ed that women were more likely to climax when they were wearing socks. She didn’t mind, especially since the Ghoul was still dressed.
“I reckon you’re tryin’ to flatter me, darlin’.”
She’d had a lot of sex, but only two partners with the Ghoul bring the third. She was experienced without having a very high body count. He was absolutely the best out of the three, too, but she supposed if he’d lived over two hundred years, he had a lot more sex than the average person.
Lucy grasped his biceps to keep herself steady, the wet plap plap sounds echoing across the domed ceiling. She noticed he was muscular here, the cotton button up with the shiny snaps clinging tightly to his skin. It showed off his svelte frame.
Suddenly, teeth were nipping at the other side of her neck, the man giving a low, almost predatory growl. He was still a ghoul, after all, and something about Lucy brought out his more feral side. He liked the sound she made when teeth met flesh, too. He had a feeling she might like it a little rough, liked to be hurt after he’d chopped her finger off. She handled it too well.
The natural wall was starting to scrape her back, bare except for the thin bra she was wearing. She was almost afraid of asking for a different position, but as if he’d read her mind, he pulled her away from the wall.
He was strong, easily throwing her onto the bedroll, that smug look plastered on his face again. The tiniest yelp could be heard as she hit it, out of breath from what they’d started.
The Ghoul was on top of her again in no time. One knee parted her legs while the opposite arm pressed her into the thin mattress, he used his other hand to guide his cock, slick with Lucy’s juices to press back inside of her.
Thanks to the extra lubrication, it was easy, especially now that she was warmed up He groaned, sheathing himself inside of her entirely unceremoniously. She took this moment to do her kegel exercised and squeeze; something else she learned in vault sex ed was that it was easier to achieve orgasm and deliver babies if the pelvic floor was strong.
“Fuck, Vaultie.” Your vault trained you well, huh?”
Lucy’s face flushed, looking up at him. She couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous his blue-green hazel eyes were as he fucked her. He was surprisingly handsome, even with his skin so heavily damaged.
“I guess so,” Was all she managed to muster up, breath coming in heavy. She snaked her arm between her legs, finding her swollen clit and immediately rubbing it. She was so turned on, her heartbeat throbbing in the little nub. She pulled her knees up, feet flat on the ground. She didn’t last long in that position before he unexpectedly slipped his arms under her elbows again.
“I didn’t tell you that you could move. His voice was husky, low and undeniably sexy.
“Sir, are you going to,” She gasped as he pistoned into her with enough force that it pressed against her cervix when he bottomed out inside. “Finish inside?”
The Ghoul’s face split into a grin, all yellow teeth and ear to ear.
“What d’you think I gave you the pill for?”
Oh.
Oh!
“This ain’t my first rodeo.” He his thrusts were lightning quick, hands gripping against her skin hard enough that it left behind red marks and very faint bruises the next day. Luckily her vault suit covered her from her collar bone to her ankles so it would be easy to hide when they left their impromptu shelter.
“I like-, ah,” She laughed, her head lolling back. “That you’re not afraid to hurt me a little.”
He knew it.
“You take it so fuckin’ well,” His hand wrapped around her throat, just barely squeezing. He watched Lucy’s eyes glaze over as she took a slow, shallow breath. Her cunt twitched around him and he groaned, leaning down to lick a wet stripe up Lucy’s slender neck.
The former vault dweller got real quiet except for her ragged breathing. He felt her cum on his cock first, and then the sounds she made. They were delicious, almost like music. He didn’t stop fucking her, though, gripping at the soft flesh on her hips and keeping at his steady pace.
“You ain’t gettin’ off that easily,” Literally, he wasn’t going to stop until she was absolutely exhausted. “I’m done when I say I’m done.”
“Okie dokie,” She breathed out. She wasn’t complaining. She wrapped her quivering legs around his waist, feeling the rough cotton of the back of his pants rubbing against her bare skin. But she just wanted him closer, she knew there was a risk that they would never do this again and she kind-of hoped that wasn’t the case.
“You were just made to fuck, weren’t you?” Again, literally. She’d been raised up her whole life to get married and pop out as many kids as she could to save America.
The vulgarity made her sex twitch again around him, her own hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. Each little flick of her clit sent a lightning bolt from her core all the way to the tips of her toes. The muscles in her thighs twitched and spasmed from the endorphins – she didn’t know if she’d ever had so many coursing through her body.
“I reckon I’ll fuck you ‘till I make you cry,”
“Cheese and rice,” There was just a bit of sheen on her skin, rocking with him in time the best she could. Occasionally, he would angle his cock further down and press up against the soft flesh that was her cervix. He knew it would hurt and mingle with the pleasure and he could tell that she very much liked that. “Sir!”
God, she still didn’t even know his name. Did that make it even hotter?
“You know I can feel every throb and twitch of your cunt, darlin’?”
Lucy came again, this time with a little gasping moan. She liked the dirty talk, she liked that the Ghoul wasn’t afraid to say absolutely filthy things, things she’d never even heard before. Even if she wasn’t comfortable with cursing herself, something about him – or maybe it was just his voice – just turned her on.
“Yeah,” Was all she mustered, floating and trying to remember to breathe. It was hard, her head swimming between the alcohol and how absolutely turned on she was. The rest of the sex she’d had had been fine but this felt almost otherworldly.
“Keep rubbing your clit, sweetheart.” God, the pet names that usually annoyed her only served to turn her more. She did as she was told, the nub so swollen it felt downright solid. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she touched herself. The touch stayed feather-light, barely able to put direct pressure on it.
“I don’t know – if I can keep going,” She gasped and shuddered, squeezing her legs even tighter around his middle, like she was afraid he would pull out.
“I reckon you can do one more, you’re tough, ain’t you?” He sneered, one of his hands coming to push Lucy’s hand away. She wasn’t doing it to his satisfaction, so he was taking over. He did apply direct pressure and Lucy let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a moan.
“No, no,” She whimpered, but she didn’t try to move away or push him off with her legs. She was too far gone, completely at his mercy and high as a kite on endorphins. “Please – sir, I can’t,”
The Ghoul rolled her clit between his fingers, feeling Lucy’s pussy quivering around him. It only took a few more seconds before she was coming again, keening so loudly that Dogmeat got up and walked further away with an annoyed swish of her tail.
Then Lucy practically melted into the bedroll, all of her muscles feeling like jelly. She was panting, looking up at him just as he growled. It was low in his chest. Okay, some of it was absolutely his voice, but she couldn’t understate how amazing, toe curling good the sex was. His ex-wife was lucky, Lucy thought. She was lucky, too, even if it was just for tonight.
There was a final grunt from the man as he finally spilled his seed deep inside of her. His cock was basically pressed up against her cervix – which by now, was slightly sore, but she liked it – and it burned just slightly. She wondered if it’d be worse if she hadn’t had the rad-x.
She stared at the ceiling, bangs sticking to her sweat slicked forehead, trying to catch her breath. Her ears were ringing and it took a moment before her eyes focused on the Ghoul.
“Well? How’s bein’ a ghoulfucker feel?”
Lucy laughed, dazed and blissed out with the soundtrack of the rain outside.
“I think I like it.”