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It was just a bet – a joke, really – and not something she’d actually be wrong about. She was quite educated, even if there were some blind spots in her knowledge with the whole living underground most of her life thing. Still, she was pretty sure she wasn’t wrong about this.
“Actually, George Washington’s teeth were made from wood,” She’d said, practically beaming as if this wasn’t information the Ghoul would know. He scoffed, a small smirk spreading over his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was pretty well versed in history, considering he’d lived through the last two hundred and forty so years of it, and he knew that Lucy was flat out wrong.
“You wanna bet?”
“With all due respect, sir, I taught this subject back in the vault. American History with a focus on ethics, which included a lot of information about our founding fathers.”
“With all due respect, sweetheart,” There was a tinge of sarcasm In his voice, “Ol’ George Washington teeth were taken from the mouths of his slaves.”
“What!?” Lucy furrowed her brow. Well, that was false. “George Washington didn’t own slaves,” She said with an annoyed tone like he should know that.
“What’re you gonna bet? Those six caps in your pocket ain’t gonna be enough. Make it somethin’ good.” Their trek to New Vegas had been very difficult on Lucy since she decided to refrain from killing altogether, which meant no corpses to loot for caps and supplies. Unless they found them dead, of course; she was okay with that. The little problem with that was that most of the time the body had been looted long before they found it.
He tried to explain this to her, but she kept saying something about the golden rule. So, she went hungry and didn’t have enough caps to buy what she needed a lot of the time.
“Uh…” Lucy thought about it, eyes scanning the dark that spread out endlessly around them in all directions. Oh! “I will let you have sex with me, any time you want.”
That’s how sure she was that he was wrong., and he was so confident about it too… but he usually was grossly overconfident about everything. It was infuriating sometimes, really.
“I think they were lyin’ to you down there in that Vault,” He scoffed again. “Not surprising, considerin’… next you’ll tell me the earth is flat.”
It was Lucy’s turn to scoff this time, turning to face the roaring fire. It spit sparks into the sky, smoke unfurling upwards. The wood smelled nice as it burned. She’d learned to find the silver lining in things on the wasteland; it was so hard up here all the time and any small comfort helped take the edge off.
“Of course not,” But only because Maximus had clarified that for her in the few weeks after the Super Duper Mart incident. She wouldn’t let him know that, though.
The bet hung silently between them for two days until the Ghoul came across a well-worn book in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a settlement. A History of America Vol. 1 was what was spelled out in worn silver lettering on the damaged and water warped spine. He flipped to the glossary and then to the first President’s section. He cleared his throat, maybe a little bit too dramatically and got to reading the passage.
“It’s a misnomer that George Washington’s dentures were made from wood. They were crafted in 1781 and were constructed from hippopotamus ivory, brass, metal, gold, and teeth extracted from the mouth of his slaves.” He read out loud, drawl thick, and smug as hell. “Huh. Didn’t know they were pullin’ ‘em out of hippos, too.”
“What!?” Her face fell and just as quickly, the color drained out of it. “Let me see that!” She snatched the book from his hands, reading the page. Her stomach dropped and her mouth was bone dry. “You know, I was just kidding about that bet…right?”
Oh, shoot.
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Four more days before he cashed in on that bet. She’d almost thought he forgot about it until he snapped his fingers and pointed at the small bed they had rented for the night. It was mostly clean, or at least clean enough, but she was still appalled that this was actually happening.
“Sir… you can’t really expect me to…?” She trailed off, big dark eyes peering up at him. There was about a foot difference between them, which seemed to be the optimal height for Lucy to make eye contact with him.
“You made a bet, didn’t ya? You wish you woulda just trusted me the first time? Then you wouldn’t be in this mess.” He grinned. Oh, he was really enjoying this.
“But you have to understand…” She trailed off as he snapped again, gesturing towards the worn mattress a second time, getting a little annoyed with her.
“No excuses, Vaultie. Bend over and drop trow’.”
Lucy hesitated, trying one more attempt at puppy dog eyes, which the Ghoul seemed to be impervious to again, much to Lucy’s annoyance. It’d worked so well on her Dad, her brother, her cousin and every other time she’d ever needed to use them in the vault. After that last ditch effort, she resigned to her fate and unzipped her vault suit.
It took a second for her to work it down her trunk and legs, briefly wondering how exactly this was going to work with her boots still being on, fabric pooling around her ankles. It was more than a little awkward. She wasn’t left wondering for long, the Ghoul pressing a hand, still wearing his thick leather glove, flat against her bare back. It was surprisingly heavy, heavier than she’d expected it to be.
It sent electricity coursing through her, flesh contracting into goosebumps, and she heard herself gasp. She’d thought about it, of course, what it would like to have sex with a ghoul, much less the one that she’d been travelling with in close quarters for the last handful of weeks or so. Even before her stupid bet, she’d had some fleeting thoughts (and some less than fleeting) about what it would be like. Just once or twice, though.
He was handsome underneath all of… that. Could anyone really blame her? She saw the way that women looked at him, even with all the anti-ghoul sentiments that seemed to be rampant in the wasteland.
He didn’t bother undressing, just unbuttoning his pants, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out. It was half soft, though not for long as he quickly stroked himself to full mast, admiring how easily she’d obeyed him.
Maybe he’d thought about it, too.
He didn’t bother prepping her with a finger or two; he really didn’t need to, he could see that she was already wet. He sneered.
“Well, well, well. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.”
Lucy seemed surprised that he was quoting Hamlet. Incorrectly, but still. Hamlet? She hadn’t pegged him as much of a reader, not having any interest in the old paperback she was carrying in her pack, or browsing the shelves when they found dusty old books. She loved new books, and he didn’t seem to care for them at all.
“Actually, sir,” She craned her head back to look at him, “The line goes, the lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
Even the tip of the Ghoul’s cock brushing against her slit wasn’t enough to keep her from correcting him. He rolled his eyes at her, but there was some pang in his sternum, something warm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He ignored it, though, and rolled his hips in a fluid motion, sinking himself inside Lucy.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut your mouth.” He grumbled.
Lucy gasped and her fingers twisted into the thin blanket between her and the mattress, his entire length almost too much to bear. The Ghoul could
“Well Miss MacLean, you can complain all you want but I reckon this ain’t the first time you thought about getting fucked like this.”
“Not – not like this!” She gasped, arching her back just slightly as he thrust back into her. He bottomed out again, nudging right up against her cervix and staying there. He pressed harder than he needed to, sending a dull ache through her core. “Never like this,”
“You were raised for breedin’, and you’re telling me you never thought about getting fucked like this before? A stranger? A ghoul?”
“You’re not – a stranger!” She squeaked, the Ghoul’s gloved hand coming up under her ribcage and readjusting her on the bed.
“You don’t even know my name, darlin’.” He reminded her. That’s why she was still calling him sir. He didn’t exactly volunteer up that information; people who knew who he was knew who he was and he wasn’t about to let anyone else privy to that information if he didn’t have to.
She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again, trying to swallow a groan and failing. It was quiet, but he still heard her.
“Turns out all I gotta do to shut you up is put my cock in your cunt, huh?”
Lucy gasped again. She’d heard him curse, of course, sometimes he sounded like a dang sailor, but she’d never heard it like this before. She didn’t even think she’d heard the c-word out loud and it made her thighs quiver.
The Ghoul chuckled, hand palpating at her hip. She hardly had any fat here, all toned muscle from all of the walking (and not managing to scavenge enough to feed Lucy reliably with her whole golden rule attitude) and he could feel the sharp line of her hipbone.
Well fuck that turned him on.
“Sir, please,” He heard Lucy say in a voice barely above a whisper. Usually, she was so confident and something about the way she was submitting to him was honestly surprising. He’d been expecting her to argue with him, the way she usually did, but he was pleasantly surprised.
Maybe all of that Vault nonsense – and Henry - really hardwired her to be this way from birth, or maybe she just wasn’t getting fucked enough out here on the wasteland. He was more than happy to indulge himself and give her what she wanted.
“What, Vaultie, you enjoyin’ this or something?”
“Yes,” She immediately admitted out loud without skipping a beat. “Keep going.”
“Well, look at that,” He sneered and shifted, keeping her still with the hand wrapped around her hip, fingers drumming on the skin between her hip and hipbone. He was enjoying it, too. He considered taking his gloves off for a brief moment but decided against it.
The angle made it easier to brush against the ridged part of her cunt, drawing another gasp from the much younger woman and twisting her fingers harder into the blanket below. She really tried her best to swallow the sounds of pleasure, but the Ghoul didn’t drop that gosh dang condescending smirk off of his face.
“I ain’t surprised that vault done fucked you up,” He said, fucking into her languidly. “Made you into kind of a perv, huh?” He squeezed her hip hard enough that it drew a squeak from her. It would bruise, later, but that would partially be because Lucy was pressing it with her fingers over the next few days, marveling in the way that it felt.
“I’m not – ah, a pervert!”
“Shit, coulda fooled me, you out here braggin’ to anyone who’ll listen that you did ten years of cousin stuff, what’s that even mean, sweetheart?”
“Cousin stuff – you know, like, when you’re young,” She gasped again, toes curling in her socks as she had ability to do nothing except take it, “Before you find a husband or a wife and you, you know, still want to practice for marriage,” She tried (and somewhat failed) to explain. The Ghoul’s ministrations made it hard to get more than a few words out between sounds of pleasure that she tried her best to swallow. “And – and, you know, you’ve got to learn how to have sex – good – well, I mean well, so you do cousin stuff.”
The Ghoul made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.
“I bet you think incest is all fine and dandy, huh?”
“There isn’t – ah! – anything morally wrong with it! It’s neutral! Good, even, if you’re using it to save America!” She wasn’t even defending herself; he could tell that she genuinely didn’t see why other people could perceive that as anything but perfectly fine.
“Better to be a ghoulfucker than a cousinfucker.”
Oh.
Oh. Something about that made her throb in her core, hot and crackling like lightning. She could feel it all the way in her toes, an almost tingly sensation.
“Yeah,” Was all she managed between breaths, realizing that he’d probably been thinking about this for days. Maybe he was enjoying it as much as she was – surely, he had to be enjoying it at least a little, or he wouldn’t be having sex with her, right?
“Your cousin allowed to nut in you, or what?”
“No,” She admitted and he could tell by the way her muscles clenched against him that she wanted him to cum inside. She had a terrible poker face but her pussy gave her away at the speed of light. He didn’t think he’d ever had sex with someone this transparent – and he’d had a lot of sex.
“You ain’t gonna be able to hide nothing from me,” Which was true, he could read her like a book most of the time. She’d never had the reason to lie before and she was terrible at it. “So it’s best you stop tryin’ to lie to me. If you know what’s good for you.”
Lucy could swear that his voice was an even lower octave than usual and it made her quiver beneath him. She liked his voice, even if it took her some time to get used to it… and she liked his accent, too. Reminded her of the ones in the old Cooper Howard movies.
“A-ah, I haven’t had sex since – I got married,” Her words were punctuated with a groan as he picked up his speed yet again. He was toned, almost all muscle and very little fat under that leather duster he wore, and he had the stamina that even Monty hadn’t. She assumed it had something to do with being a ghoul.
“Yeah, and how was that? I keep forgettin’ you’re married, eh? I kinda like the idea of railing some guy’s wife.”
Throb.
He laughed in response, smacking her ass loud enough to draw a yelp from her on an outstroke and buried his cock all the way inside again. He hadn’t even worried about condoms; he hadn’t had sex in decades since Dom Pedro had tossed him in that box, and she had only screwed two men. One of which was a vault dweller like herself, guaranteed disease free. Monty he was less confident about, but he knew of a clinic outside of New Vegas where they could get the meds for the pair of them and some chems for him.
“I reckon I stand by my earlier statement,” He shifted her hips again and she just let him, entirely surrendering to the experience. “You are a pervert, Miss MacLean.”
The Ghoul didn’t cum inside of her, knowing how little it actually took to get her rad sick, instead jerking himself off and spilling his seed on the already ruined wooden flooring beside her. He wanted to, and he knew he would probably get to the point – quickly – that he couldn’t help himself from cumming inside.
Maybe it was just because he’d drank whiskeys older than Lucy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about just how hot, wet and tight she was. He eventually fell asleep with his back to her on the same floor about a foot away from his already dry semen.
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The Ghoul replayed the scene in his head over and over again until he had it memorized over the next eighteen hours or so. The way she arched her back and the little groans she said. Even some of her barbs back at him when he was teasing her. He genuinely couldn’t stop thinking about her, which may or may not have been mildly distressing.
“Get on the mattress,” He said, looking down at her with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face. “Show me that cunt of yours.”
Lucy’s knees nearly gave out from under her; it was an easy choice to do as he said, even if the mattress cleanliness was… less than desirable. That’s how it was in the wasteland, sometimes. Not enough water to drink, not enough water to wash what needed to be washed.
“Really? Here?” She asked, her eyes wide. The last time, it’d been in a cabin, but now they were in a half-bombed out building, with no roof or windows and even the door downstairs blown off. It was much more open, and if someone heard them or wandered inside looking to scavenge… they would be on full display. “I didn’t agree to this with my bet. I didn’t agree at all, actually.” She reminded him, hand on her hip.
There was just a ratty, stained mattress pushed all the way up against the west wall, a few empty beer and liquor bottles and quite a few cigarette butts with not much else inside, long having been destroyed or plundered. There weren’t people in the building - thank the stars - but there were people within earshot and that was cutting it a little close to comfort.
Still – she’d been thinking about him, too. Wondering when the next time he would tell her that he was going to tell her to get on her knees was. She thought about it before she went to bed the night before and she thought about it first thing this morning. When she wasn’t directly thinking about it, he was lurking in the back of her mind.
“Yeah, right there. Unless you wanna go double or nothing?” He smirked, knowing she wouldn’t; she enjoyed this too much even if she did put up a protest every time… at first, anyways.
“No,” There was a flash of defeat on her face as she grasped the zipper of her leather and spandex suit and tugged it down, exposing the blood stain on her shirt and then her nipples that were obviously already hard through the thin, nearly sheer, cotton bra.
“Well, my, my, my…” He licked his lips almost predatorily. “I told you it ain’t worth your time to be lyin’ to me.” He squatted down, his spurs jangling slightly as he did so, pinching one of her nipples through the fabric, hard. He squeezed and she gasped with a look on her face that read turned on and a little bit embarrassed.
She kicked one of her boots off and pulled the suit off entirely the one leg and then working her panties down that leg. The other leg stayed covered up and she knew it was the best she was going to get. He probably wouldn’t let them watch; right?
Throb.
Why did she like that?
She offered herself to the Ghoul, hands flat against the mattress and head down a bit. Her heart was racing and he hadn’t even really touched her yet, ears straining to listen for footsteps up the old staircase…
The Ghoul twisted his thumb into her, testing to see how wet she was this time. He wasn’t surprised to find out it was just as wet, maybe even slicker. He fucked her with a few times before pulling it out and sucking her juices off of it greedily.
She dropped to one of her elbows, pressing her palm flat against her mouth. She tried to swallow any sounds that she made, even more so than the first time, but only succeeded in doing that a portion of the time. Even his thumb was big enough to feel good, and she noticed later that he’d trimmed all of his fingernails for her.
Not letting her dwell for long, his cock soon took the place of his thumb, hard and hot, though she would be hard pressed to tell where the heat of hers quit and the heat of his started. She just pressed her hand against her mouth to muffle the sounds he was drawing out of her and hoped to gosh that nobody spied on them from the stairwell.
“A-ah, sir,” She gasped, arching her back as he fucked into her at a punishing pace. He wanted to make this quick, at least, knowing how risky it was here and the likelihood of being shot because he was a ghoul fucking a pretty little thing like Lucy carried a moderate risk. He’d prefer not to get shot in the ass, thanks.
He was half tempted to give her his name, just so he could hear it in that desperate whine. God, he wondered how much he could work her up like this. Maybe he’d even ride her hard and put her away wet, make her wait until they set up camp for the night and climbed under her blanket to get herself off.
He put a hand on the back of her shoulders, weighing her down. He heard her gasp and felt her shudder, her pussy squeezing around him. God, it was just so easy to read her.
“You know there are probably people listenin’ to me fuck you. They can probably hear how fuckin’ wet your pussy is. You should give them something else to listen to.”
Lucy made a choking sound at the idea of people listening on the street below at the sounds that carried on the wind. She almost did, put she kept her mouth covered so as not to draw attention to themselves.
The Ghoul came inside of her with a grunt, maybe just a little bit louder than he usually did. Maybe he liked the idea of people listening, too, even with the added risk involved. It really felt good to have fun, and Lucy MacLean was fun.
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The Ghoul felt like he had to keep coming up with riskier and riskier places to have sex in. He found out very quickly that Lucy was into the idea of being watched and it’d been a fantasy that she’d had on and off for years, which didn’t exactly surprise him. Even when he posed the question of, would you get off on your entire vault watchin’ you get fucked, it took her about thirty seconds to respond as her brain came back online which was an emphatic yes if he’d ever heard one.
“Yeah, I think I would enjoy that.” She said, her brows creasing for just a moment in thought, but he could tell the way that she breathed in sharply that she did, in fact, know.
The Ghoul clicked his tongue, shaking his head like he was disappointed in her. This was all part of the game, of course, and he loved playing every second. It was fun, she was fun and he hadn’t had fun in a long time.
The next time he cashed in on their bet, it was almost immediately after stepping into Freeside. Lucy, clueless, followed him into the Atomic Wrangler. She didn’t even have it in her head for a moment that he’d try something here; far too many people around.
There was a wide variety of people packed into this little bar, drinking, gambling, a ghoul doing stand-up on the small stage that was relegated to the corner by the bathrooms, and a few women wearing almost nothing that seemed to be… working. Of course, she knew of the world’s oldest profession, but she hadn’t been confronted with it so openly yet. It was a little jarring.
“Oh!” Lucy felt her face get a little hot. “Uh… I’m sorry sir, can you please tell me what we’re doing here?”
The Ghoul had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he turned to look at her. That glint was back and he raised his browbone briefly, almost playfully in one fluid motion.
“No,” She murmured, glancing around quickly. There were way too many people here – and he wanted her to, what, bend over the card tables or –
“I said, bathroom.” The Ghoul leaned in closer, nearly growling it into her ear. The slot machines dinged and whirred somewhere, but they seemed far off as she stared at the bathroom door.
Maybe it was one of those single stalls? She hoped, chewing her lower lip.
“Wait. I’m gonna get a drink.” He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a little bit of a push before he took one of the bar stools at the bar and ordered him a whiskey on the rocks.
They did not have a whiskey as old as Lucy, but the eighteen year vintage really felt like what the situation called for. He considered bringing her a shot, but thought he might offer to buy her one after. He knew he was pushing her boundaries and he loved that, wondering if he’d be able to break her or even if he had to break her; though, the idea of breaking Hank MacLean’s daughter was just too delicious to miss out on that.
Lucy was waiting in one of the stalls with her feet up on the toilet lid underneath her. Her heart was pounding in her chest again, but she felt hot between her thighs. She waited for five, and then ten, feeling her juices dripping into her panties. She didn’t think they’d been dry since she put them on the day before, though, and she hoped that he couldn’t tell.
When he finally showed up, she’d already started rubbing herself through her vault suit. It was a little difficult with the leather paneling, but she managed to and dug the heel of her hand against her clit. He knocked once.
Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden bang, leaning forward and unlatching the lock. It swung open to reveal the Ghoul, whiskey glass still in his hand, and that smirk plastered across his face again.
“Getting a head start without me? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He shook his head again, stepping inside of the bathroom stall and closing it behind him. You could see the top of his cowboy hat over the top of the stalls, but was a dive bar in Freeside, so…
“Yeah, because you left me waiting,” She was already tugging her zipper and vault suit down, yanking it like she couldn’t get it off fast enough.
“Stop complainin’, you could use some patience.. Bend over.” She kind of awkwardly shifted, not exactly sure what he wanted her to do until he clarified. “Hands on the lid and fuckin’ spread your legs.”
She gave a breathy sigh and wrapped her palms around where the lid and the porcelain met. Not ideal, not exactly what she wanted to do and she had to wash her hands about six times before she felt clean again – and she did take that shot when he offered – and she still loved it. She’d had a lot – like a lot – of sex with her cousin and the Ghoul kept consistently knocking her socks off every time.
“Goddamn, Vaultie,” He whistled, pressing the tip of his swollen cock to her pussy. She was practically dripping, looking back at him over her shoulder.
“Would you hurry up?” She practically hissed, listening for the door to open and close. Most people here were probably plastered, high on chems or both and she was thankful for that in the moment.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He entered her in one very practiced motion, bottoming out inside of her. He pressed against her cervix knowingly, causing her to hiss again. This time it was in pain, a dull ache radiating up into her lower abdomen. She kind of liked the hint of fleeting pain until she relaxed around him.
“Thank you,” Her shoulders relaxed like she had been tense waiting for his arrival. He knew that she was, of course, and counted on it. She could anticipate it and the payoff would be even better, and she would learn a little bit of patience.
“Just remember, you ain’t the one who’s callin’ the shots here, you got it?”
Lucy didn’t respond, instead a groan slipping from her throat in the space where her words would’ve been if she knew what to say other than sorry. That didn’t feel appropriate either, so she just dropped her head and tucked her chin against her chest.
He almost lost control of himself on the last stroke, barely pulling out and still spurting some of his cum on Lucy’s labia. It practically glowed in the bathroom lights and he had to admit, Lucy would look pretty good pregnant. A shame he couldn’t fulfill that for her, really.
He finished himself on Lucy’s lower back, near silently aside from a little grunt that Lucy wasn’t even entirely sure if she’d heard. He tucked himself away and left the bathroom stall unceremoniously, and Lucy was distantly aware of the sound of running water followed by the door being closed.
He left her to clean up without a word. She couldn’t decide if she was disappointed they weren’t caught, or not. She cleaned herself up with some of the thin toilet paper provided, a little annoyed at how difficult it was to clean his spunk up without being able to see it, no matter how hard she craned her neck back.
When she joined him at the bar, face still a little red, she downed the vodka shot he purchased her, only making a little bit of a face as she swallowed.
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The New Vegas strip was different than she was expecting. It wasn’t too different than Freeside; the people on this side of the fence just had more caps lining their pockets. A lot of them were still broke, be it from splurging on chems and girls or gambling, and almost all of them were too drunk to walk a straight line.
Lucy didn’t pay too much attention to them, though, craning her head back to look at the Lucky 38 and it’s Revolving Revolting Cocktail Lounge, and Gomorrah with those huge, realistic flames that licked against the outer wall. The Tops casino was a little less dramatic and showstopping, but she still looked around with big, wide eyes and took everything in.
The Ghoul whistled to get her attention, heading down an alley that had quite a few people standing around in it and signaling for her to follow. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she realized what he was about to pull. Her eyes scanned the section of the strip they were on, people watching and taking in as many details as she could.
There were a lot more people here than were in the brothel yesterday and that alone was enough to set her hair on end. She stood still where she was for a long moment, watching him disappear down the alley and around the corner with some kind of dread mixed with excitement building in her stomach.
“Fudge,” She whispered after a moment and practically ran after him. It was like she had tunnel vision; she stopped seeing all of the unfamiliar faces that she passed as she joined the Ghoul at the end of the alley. It was much larger than the bathroom stall yesterday, but for some reason it still felt claustrophobic.
There were a few empty trash cans, a skrunkly looking man crouched down beside a makeshift fire pit, a couple of equally rough looking customers making conversation and drinking out of a brown paper bag, and they were within shouting distance from the main drag of the strip, too. Lots of eyes, and if the Ghoul was really about to have sex with her here… they would be watched, no doubt about it.
This was getting a little too close for Lucy’s comfort, but… she had lost a bet. So, when he cleared his throat, pointed at a dirty mattress tucked into the corner, she assumed the position, her ears burning. It’d been happening enough times now that she knew complaints would fall on deaf ears and the sooner this was over, the better, right?
There was a somewhat familiar stirring of heat between her thighs. She was getting better at tugging the suit down along with her panties and keeping the fabric around her knees, but this time she could actually feel eyes on her and that made it worse – and way hotter – somehow.
She didn’t know how she felt about that. She tried not to look, ears burning, and kept her eyes and focus on the Ghoul in front of her. If they didn’t know that she was a ghoulfucker already, they sure would in just a few short minutes. She didn’t know how she felt about that, either.
The Ghoul whistled, though, because he could tell how she felt about it. The sun was setting, but there was still more than enough daylight to see just how wet she was already. It was like she got more and more turned on each time he told her to drop her suit, and he couldn’t help but revel in that.
“Back.” He said, watching her as she blinked at him, brow furrowed.
“You want me on my back?”
“Hurry up.” He cast a glance at the people already watching, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I reckon you don’t wanna keep these fine gentlemen waitin’.”
It was a bit awkward for her to shift onto her back. Her boots were still on, laced, and the legs of her suit as well as the extra fabric of the rest of it were stretched tight around her knees. Her heart raced in her chest, pitter pattering against her ribcage.
“Uh…” She looked up at him, cocking her head to the side. “How are you gonna—”
He cut her off and grabbed both heels of her boots with one hand. He pulled them up to expose her wet cunt, stretching her legs even and straight out in front of her. She didn’t have very much wiggle room – literally – and ultimately just had to let him do what he wanted with her.
It was one swift motion as he entered her in full, his swollen cock pressing up against her cervix. He hoped that because she wasn’t struggling – this time, at least – then he wouldn’t get shot in the ass by a bystander.
“You that much of a pervert?” He asked, hazel eyes locked with hers for the first time. It made her body pulsate, breathing suddenly hard to do. “You finally gettin’ what you want? Being watched getting fucked?”
She’d never noticed how pretty his eyes were, or how intense his gaze was. Her mouth was dry by the time she looked away, exhaling a breath she wasn’t aware she’d even been holding. It was a strange feeling, and she didn’t know how to describe it or what she should do about it.
“I – don’t know,” Her voice finally cracked, eyes searching his face.
There was a crunching of rocks and concrete nearby as one of the men watching crept closer. He had his hand in his pants, along with a pretty obvious erection. Cooper’s eyes snapped away from her and sized the guy up.
“Back up!” He snarled, voice so loud it practically echoed off the walls. He unholstered the pistol that he’d named Dom Pedro in one fluid motion and pointed it at his chest. He pulled the hammer down with his thumb, a little less showy than with his opposite hand which were still wrapped around both of Lucy’s ankles. There was a loud click as the gun was ready to be fired.
The man must’ve been drunk, leering at them from just a few feet away. His dick was obviously hard in his dirty pants and he was pawing at it, watching the two without a drop of shame. Though, he supposed that that was why he picked this spot.
“Back. Up.” The Ghoul snarled again, pointing at the man’s feet and squeezing the trigger. The bullet bounced off of the pavement. There was a metal ding as it hit one of the nearby trashcans, causing the skrunkly old man to run away, his hands over his head.
The man that was touching himself stumbled back a few paces, but kept leering from where he was. The Ghoul decided that was good enough, holstering the weapon and turning his attention back to Lucy, who was just glad that he hadn’t straight up murdered that guy while he was inside of her.
Though… her pussy throbbed again despite herself.
“I knew you liked bein’ watched, Miss MacLean. I told you that you’re a fuckin’ pervert, huh?”
All Lucy could do was mewl and grip onto the mattress below her. It was really fudging hot, she couldn’t deny that, all of those pairs of eyes watching her. She had a split second where she saw the men joining them in her mind before she shook it off, that causing some kind of fear to spark in her stomach.
She might have to revisit that thought at a later time, though. She really didn’t want to risk getting an STI, and she was already risking a UTI and yeast infection having sex with the Ghoul. He’d been gracious enough to wash himself off to at least minimize the risk, but she knew it was still a risk.
She guessed that’s what it was like to be a ghoulfudger. You know, she still didn’t hate it.
“Sir,” She finally got out, arching her back. It was so much more intense, making eye contact and trying to ignore the group of men in her peripheral the best she could. She could see some of them touching themselves while others were just leering at her. “H-harder, please.” It was barely above a whisper, like she shouldn’t be asking for it.
The Ghoul’s face broke out into a wicked grin, something sparkling in those hazel eyes of his, like he’d been just waiting for her to ask for that. But he was more than happy to oblige, resting the back of her legs vertically against his torso and grabbing her bare hips. He kneaded there, giving a soft but appreciative groan at exactly how perfect those child bearing hips were.
He started to pound into her, hard and fast. This position made it easy to bottom out inside of her, swollen cock filling her to the brim. She loved it, leaning her head back and crying out. Her perfect little c-cup tits bounced from the force and the Ghoul couldn’t help but admire those.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” He praised. His voice was low, quiet enough that nobody else could hear. He didn’t want anybody else to hear; that was for Lucy and Lucy alone. She was the only one who got any softness, he had a reputation after all.
She gasped, reaching up and grabbing into the lapel of his leather duster. She was surprised at how soft it was after so many years baking in the hot wasteland sun, curling her fingers under the flap since she couldn’t wrap her arm around his neck.
“Please,” She wasn’t even able to thank him for the compliment, the need building in her lower gut and so close to the edge she might cry if he stopped. “Please, sir,”
“Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
“C-cum in me,” Well he’d never heard her say that word before, and his browbone rose.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” He teased her a little, one of his hands squeezing her breast hard. Really perfect, he mused, massaging and enjoying the near velvet feel of her skin under his rough hand. “Shit, you could get me to do almost anythin’ lookin’ at me like that with them big eyes,”
She laughed, a kind of gasping sound that was interspersed with soft whimpers as he continued to mercilessly pound into her. She was completely at his mercy and she liked it.
“Please,” She whimpered again. Her brow was knit, sweat breaking out on top of it.
“Patience,” He smirked at her, but shifted her hips forward to press against that g-spot. It only took a few thrusts that way before she unraveled with a cry that could probably be heard on the main strip. The men watching definitely heard it, a murmur rising that Lucy didn’t notice. Her sex throbbed around him desperately as he fucked her through it, knowing it would overstimulate her by the time she was done.
“How long have you been thinkin’ about getting a cunt full of my cum?”
Lucy cried out again, her toes curling in her boots and her thighs tensing. She was so sensitive now, each thrust threatening to send her over the edge again.
“Weeks-,” She admitted, her voice cracking. Far before their little bet so maybe there really was a part of her that’d wanted to lose that bet, even if she’d been so certain at the time. “Please, please,” All she could do was beg.
It got him off, though, watching her unravel bit by bit as he filled every inch of her. He couldn’t take it much longer, making suure he was pressed directly up that little divot of her swollen cervix. He almost wished he could knock her up again, squeezing his eyes shut but allowing himself to groan softly as he felt his cum cover her walls.
Lucy was panting, looking up at him with a kind of dazed look on her face. His seed burned slightly inside of her, probably due to the radioactivity, and she wondered if she’d need rad-away tonight. She didn’t feel rad sick but just being up on the surface had a small bit of rads pretty constantly compounding in her body.
And this was directly inside, literally seeping into her womb as she spoke. Fudge that turned her on too, throbbing around him again. It drew an amused little chuckle from him, though he stayed buried inside of her.
“You get your fill yet, sweetheart?” His cock twitched inside of her, causing her to gasp and ready herself for another round, but to her disappointment he pulled out and tucked his flagging cock away.
Then his eyes turned to the men watching, pulling his gun back out. His gaze was hard, not unlike the way Dogmeat looked at them sometimes when she was trying to herd them, and he pulled the hammer down again.
“Clear the fuck out,” He shot at the concrete again, about half a foot away from the men, and they all scattered.
Lucy swallowed hard, starting to come back to her rational self. Her chest was still rising and falling quickly, still almost in disbelief that he’d actually cum inside of her. She didn’t realize how bad she actually wanted it until that moment, and she was almost disappointed that it leaked out of her when she put her panties back on and pulled her suit back up.
The Ghoul seemed back to his regular self, too, the softness and affection gone as he adjusted his hat. He clicked his tongue and gestured back towards the strip.
“Get a move on it, Vaultie.”