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[pain/pleasure]
“Now, tell me somethin’ sweetheart… you keep braggin’ about doin’ ten years of cousin stuff back home… care to detail exactly what that means? You try everything?” The Ghoul asked thick drawl just barely louder than Radio New Vegas playing on Lucy’s pip-boy speaker. One of his browbones arched in curiosity, the question having been on his mind for a while now.
Lucy seemed taken aback like she hadn’t really thought about it. She considered it for a long moment, wetting her lips before she finalized her answer.
“Anal sex and sex with multiple partners. They were a little frowned upon on the Vault, since they didn’t really result in repopulating America.” She said, as matter of flatly as she said everything else. “Can’t really have babies if you’re uh… ejaculating in the wrong hole.”
The Ghoul snorted.
“Not surprised you can make anal sex and orgies sound clinical, Vaultie.”
Lucy seemed offended by that, turning her head to look at him.
“There is nothing wrong about the way that I speak.” But she eyeballed him for a moment. “…why do you ask?” She was genuinely curious, maybe more for her own sake but curious nonetheless.
“Well… s’just that it’s somethin’ you’re not shy about tellin’ people out here – and you really should be more discerning, but I figured since they were normalizing incest… was curious about what else you had goin’ on down there.”
“There is nothing wrong with incest.” Was Lucy’s gut instinct, though she caught herself and followed it up with, “There is nothing wrong with consensual incest between cousins with the precautions to prevent pregnancy.”
“Lotta people would disagree with you on that. Miss MacLean. So… you ever wanted to do anal?” He couldn’t help but sneer, the line of questioning meant to pass the time and maybe embarrass her a little bit. He didn’t have any real plan or even much of a desire to do much else with her.
“No,” She said almost immediately, wrinkling her nose. Her eyes snapped forward again and she looked down the winding, dusty trail that seemed to go on forever. “…I’ve heard it’s painful.”
“Eh.” He shrugged. With Barb, it’d only been a total of two times, years between and only for his birthday. Since then, he’d had it a few times in the last two hundred years but he knew most women – especially Lucy’s age – had the same trepidations as the brunette walking beside him did. “Yeah. Prob’ly.”
Lucy fidgeted with the knobs on her pipboy, though it was mostly because she didn’t want to have to make eye contact with the Ghoul at the moment. Sex wasn’t something that embarrassed her or made her feel ashamed, she knew it was part of being healthy both mentally and physically, but this made her feel… weird.
“So?” He smirked, watching her as she refused to look back up at him. “You wanna try it, Miss MacLean?”
Lucy stumbled and choked. She inhaled spit into her lungs and had to put her hands on her knees, bending over to cough and try to catch her breath. He waited, taking out his flask and taking a big swallow from it. Whiskey.
“N-no, I mean, I don’t… I don’t think so, sir,” She fixed her ponytail, finally looking up at him with a weak smile. “Do… you wanna have sex with me?”
“Do you want me to?” He asked in return. She caught something sparkling in his eye as he watched her back. “I reckon I’m pretty good in bed, sunshine. Bet I could make you enjoy it.” Or hurt less, at least.
Sunshine? Lucy brushed it off. Their age gap was enormous – over two hundred years, at least, from what she could tell – and she didn’t even know if he actually had a penis. He didn’t have a nose, and they were made of a similar make up. It only made sense for her to assume he didn’t and he was just making fun of her to make fun of her, which he did like to do.
She’d learned that lesson the hard way, she was gullible and extremely easy to mislead and trick. It’s why she’d gotten wrapped up with Caesar’s Legion; she had a big heart and she wasn’t used to lying or otherwise misleading folks; unfortunately, most other people (and ghouls) on the wasteland did not have that issue and it left her open for some ridicule.
She forgot about the entire conversation until the Ghoul tossed glass bottle onto the foot of her bedroll one night shortly after. It fit in her palm, filled with a thick, viscous liquid. The fire was still burning and he was turning some golden gecko tail over the fire so it cooked somewhat evenly. She could make out the words vegetable oil scrawled on a white label in black ink.
“What’s this for?” She frowned, brow furrowing as she looked across the campfire to him. “Oil?”
The Ghoul smirked, head tilted down with his hat obscuring most of his face from her position. He’d gone out of his way to find and purchase that; it wasn’t for their food, it was for Lucy and her orifices. It was partial bluff, she would be right there, and he was giving her a hard time. He just couldn’t help himself, it was too much fun.
“Oil.” He glanced up at her just barely, a fleeting flick of his eyes as he scrolled it across the quiet wasteland horizon. “Makes it hurt less.”
“Makes what hurt less?” She turned it over in her hands a few times before opening it, sniffing the viscous yellow liquid inside. It didn’t smell bad but it was far from pleasant.
“Darlin’, did you forget our conversation already?” That smirk widened. “Anal sex.”
“Oh!” Lucy set the jar down beside her in the dirt immediately. Her eyes were wide, brain running through every possible response that she could think of. She came up empty, just turning those big, brown eyes onto the Ghoul instead.
“I didn’t say I wanted to have anal sex with you.” She said, almost too quickly.
“Well… we ain’t findin’ better lube than that, unless you wanna use blood and clown paint, or somethin’.”
“Blood and clown paint!?” She seemed genuinely distressed for the minute and he let her sit in that for a solid minute while he turned the spit with the meat on it.
“I’m givin’ you shit, Sherlock.” He grinned now, the glow of the fire lighting up his entire face, well enough for Lucy to see now. She seemed to relax, just a bit, but still cast an unsure glance at him again. “I ain’t gonna make you. Rape ain’t my thing, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.”
Lucy’s shoulders dropped in relief and she nodded, forcing a laugh that sounded brittle even to her own ears. She was thankful for that, at least, and she was glad she’d read him the right way. Cutting off her finger – sure. Technically, she bit his off first. Dragging her around with rope knotted around her body and selling her for parts, sure. But he hadn’t sold her into sex slavery like she’d originally worried, and he hadn’t given her an inkling that he’d trade her again – so far, at least. Still, she wiped off the bottom of the jar, held it up to the light for a moment and tucked it away in her bag. It could come in handy in a pinch.
But then she had days to contemplate it. She thought about it as they listened to the ongoings of the Mojave desert from Radio New Vegas, a variety of music – some new and some old to Lucy - and had some surprisingly deep conversations. Most of their conversation was polite, or at least as polite as the Ghoul could be, and she couldn’t help but admit that she was a little bit curious about the whole anal sex thing now.
“Have you ever been penetrated?” She asked suddenly one night as they were getting ready for bed. It was a cheap, dirty motel and the sheets weren’t exactly turning her on, but she couldn’t help it anymore. She needed more information, and the Ghoul seemed to be in a good mood today. “Anally, I mean?”
“Darlin’, I’ve got one orifice.” He sneered at her, rolling out his bedroll on the wooden floor in the front of the bed. It wouldn’t fit both of them and since she was still human, he let her have the bed with the thin, ratty mattress. “Why you so curious all of the sudden?”
“I just… I’ve been thinking about it, is all.” She fidgeted with the zipper of her vault suit, pulling it down to expose her dingy, now off-white vault tec issue tank top. It was stained with sweat, blood, trail dust, and gunpowder all the time anymore. “There isn’t very much that I haven’t tried, and… I just keep thinking, what if I like it? What if… I go the rest of my life wondering if I’ll like it?”
“That’s up to you to decide, Vaultie.” He kicked his cowboy boots off, setting his hat on the small, wooden entertainment center where the small TV sat. “I told you, I ain’t much for rape, so I ain’t tryin’ to convince you either way.” But he found this development incredibly… interesting, to say the least. He couldn’t help but wonder what other ideas he could plant in that pretty little head of hers.
“…I’ll think about it.” She said honestly, much softer than her usual tone of voice. Like she was afraid of hearing herself say it, too.
The Ghoul snorted and settled on his mat, staring up at the water stained ceiling.
“Whatever you say, Miss MacLean.”
Two more days and she couldn’t ignore the gnawing idea at the back of her mind. But what if you like it? was on repeat and it was starting to drive her up a wall.
“Sir?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” His mouth immediately curled into a smirk, almost a sneer. “What’s on your mind?”
“Uh… ah…” She faltered, like she didn’t actually want to say what was on her mind. She was a little embarrassed, a little shameful, despite everything in her upbringing to make sure that didn’t happen. “I think I’d like to try anal sex.”
Yup, that’s where he thought it was going. He could read her like a fuckin’ book, which was a real treat for him. It was just too easy.
“Oh yeah? What, with me, or you want me to go nab a guy off the street for you?”
Lucy stared at the ceiling too, her face burning. She was glad it was too dark to see her face turn red. and she breathed out slowly to center herself like she’d been taught back home.
“…with you. If that’s okay.” She added, part of her hoping that he would say he was kidding, teasing her, picking on her, whatever. The rest of her prayed that he wasn’t, though, and that she might actually get to try something new.
Especially with a ghoul, and one this attractive, it was exciting.
She wondered what he looked like before pre-war, but his bone structure and the shape of what facial features he had left. There was his voice, too, deep and smooth and not gravelly like a lot of the other ghouls they’d crossed paths with.
“Well, hop on up.” She heard him unzip his pants and she covered her face with her hands immediately. This was such a strange feeling; shame was something that was so out of her wheelhouse it wasn’t even funny… yet, here she was. Ashamed.
“Not tonight!! Cheese and rice, sir. I’d really like to wait until we have access to a shower, or maybe a tub… it’s kind of dirty, no?”
“I ain’t worried about gettin’ a little shit on my dick, darlin’.” If she didn’t know better, she would think that he was eager.
“Oh my gosh!” She squirmed, second guessing herself now. “Has anyone told you that you’re kind-of gross?”
“Lots of people.” He snorted, relaxing with his back against his bedroll. “You let me know if you change your mind, got it?”
The Ghoul was very familiar with the wasteland, especially in this part of the country; New California, New Nevada, Utah and Colorado, and wasted no time in finding a place to rent for the night with running water.
Lucy looked up at the old hotel in front of her.
There was a brightly lit sign cobbled together from old, pre-war ones that read free water, clean beds though she wasn’t so sure about that second one. She hadn’t seen a single clean bed, not even in the motels or cabins they had sought respite in.
“Last chance to back out, darlin’.” He teased.
“Uh…” She hesitated, glancing around at the few people who were loitering by the front door or across the street. “…no, I don’t want to back out.”
The Ghoul wrapped an arm around her shoulders, easy since she stood just under shoulder height, and guided her inside. The cost was more than he wanted to pay, but he figured he should look at this as an experience for both of them. Something about fucking Hank MacLean’s little girl in the ass was… incredibly appealing, to tell the truth.
“Oh, it is clean!” Lucy dropped her pack on a round, wooden table by the door. It felt good to get it off her back, stretching and sighing. Her lower back ached, but such was the plight of the wastelander, she supposed. “Okie dokie, what a treat!”
“Have I led you wrong?” She opened her mouth and then closed it before the Ghoul continued, “Don’t answer that. Rhetorical question.” He pointed to the door in the corner of the room, the bathroom. “Shower.”
She hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so quickly but she also didn’t want to have to keep waiting, so she was happy to do as he said.
She scrubbed her body like she’d never scrubbed her body before. Hot water, a surprisingly clean wash cloth, and more than half of the bar of soap she’d been provided. Her skin was red and nearly raw as she stepped back out, followed by a plume of hot, moist air. She’d especially taken care to wash between her thighs, annoyed at exactly how much sand and dirt were between her labia. She trimmed her dark, curly pubic hair with a small pair of manicure scissors she’d been lucky enough to find, though it wasn’t very much.
“You smell good.” He said, almost absently, looking up from his copy of a gun and ammo magazine. She smelled clean, and he could tell her skin was slightly perfumed from the soap as she drew closer. He wasn’t about to complain.
“Huh? Oh.” She blinked, remembering when Max had said the same thing when she decidedly did not smell good. “Thanks.” She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him flip through the magazine lazily. “…are you gonna… shower?”
“No.” He closed his magazine and set it on the side table. “But I will sink wash my junk for you.” She wrinkled her nose, looking at him and hoping her distaste wasn’t plain on her face. But, it was, and he smirked. “What? I ain’t gonna make you suck it.”
She twisted her fingers together in her lap before nodding after another moment of consideration. As long as she didn’t have to give him oral sex, she decided she was okay with that. Her bra and panties – which she’d washed in the sink, far preferable than the Ghoul sink washing his junk - were still drying so she opted to just stay in the towel while she waited.
Every minute felt like ten, listening to the water running as the Ghoul prepared himself. The anxiety was heavy in her gut, and all she could do was bounce her leg while she waited. She felt herself let out a breath that she wasn’t even aware she was holding when she heard the squeak of the faucet through the wall.
Lucy was a little disappointed in finding that he’d tucked his penis back into his pants. It wasn’t the fact that his clothes were filthy, it was because she didn’t get to see it. She assumed she would it was just one of the questions that’d been burning in her head for the past few days and nights and she didn’t think she could take it a minute longer.
Back in the vault, when she wanted sex, she got sex pretty immediately. It helped that Chet lived across the hall from her, but the point stands. She hadn’t ever had to think about it for days, especially since it was trying something new. Things get pretty stale in a decade if you didn’t have ways to spice things up.
“Put the towel down on the bed.”
“Why?” There was just a second of hesitation but she dropped the towel, exposing her mostly pale body. She spread it over the bed, glancing at him with an energy she didn’t know what to do with.
“In case you shit on my dick.”
Lucy groaned, leaning her head back. She wasn’t sure she actually wanted to do this if this is how he was going to be the whole time. But she didn’t back down, even if she did eye the mostly white towel warily.
“Do you think that’ll happen?”
“Maybe.” The Ghoul shrugged. Honest. He didn’t know. It could happen, he might have to sink wash his junk again after because more than likely there would be some residue of what she was afraid of left, but it was nearly almost as likely that nothing would happen at all. “Maybe not.”
Lucy had such a hard Type A personality that it didn’t surprise him she was so afraid of letting go. It was probably why she also turned down any alcohol or chems he offered her.
Well, he thought, This’ll be a perfect experiment for Miss MacLean.
“That’s not very encouraging.” She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “Tell me something that’ll make me feel better.”
The Ghoul wet his lips, considering. He took his flask out and had a long drink, offering her the flask when he pulled it away. First, just to jab at her that she wouldn’t give up control and that’s why she was scared, but he was surprised when she took it and he didn’t know what to say.
She sniffed it, wrinkling her nose, and then tipping it up. She swallowed a small mouthful, and then another before handing the flask back to the Ghoul. The liquid inside sloshed around audibly.
“Ugh.” She groaned. “This is awful.”
“Ain’t the best whiskey. Best ones are the ones that are older then you are, Miss MacLean." He smirked.
Lucy’s eyes widened as there was a twitch somewhere between her thighs. Holy moly, well, she learned new things about herself every day.
“Tastes the way a mouthful of mesquite water tastes. I don’t see how you drink it.”
“I told you, that ain’t my fault you don’t know your agave from your mesquite.”
Lucy was feeling a little more at ease, even if it was just because he was putting her at ease. He acted like his usual self, and she breathed out. She nodded.
“Uh, what position should I-,” She was hoping he would say on her hands and knees, and he would take her from behind so she wouldn’t have to look at him. She didn’t think she could look at him.
“Hands and knees, facin’ away from me. Where’s that oil I gave you a few days ago? You still got it? Cause if not, I’m gonna have to go in dry…”
“Yes, it’s in the little pocket of my-“ She didn’t even finish her sentence before the Ghoul was dumping her pack out on the ground. Her stimpaks, her small stash of non-perishable foods, her ammo, the small trinkets and things they found scavenging and prospecting that she thought were interesting, the book she was reading, her dirty clothes – all of her clothes were dirty, these were just dirtier – and her bag of bottlecaps.
“Shoulda told me that.”
“I tried to!” She sighed, her head hanging between her shoulders. He was gonna give her a headache. By the time he returned to where she was with the oil, she had settled on her hands and knees like he’d asked.
The Ghoul sat the vegetable oil next to the magazine he’d been reading and then knelt down beside the bed. He admired her just for a moment – he hadn’t seen skin this young since his wife and himself were that young and he really just had to marvel at it. He’d felt the skin on her finger, of course, sometimes it was even a guilty pleasure but he genuinely didn’t imagine the rest of her to be this gorgeous.
He dug his thumbs into either side of her ass, parting the cheeks to see the little crown of muscle between. Her hair was darker here, tight little loops against the café au lait hole.
“Well goddamn, Vaultie. Look at you. You ever seen your own asshole?” He whistled.
Lucy felt a little lightheaded, though part of that was probably the buzz she was feeling now as the alcohol worked through her system. She was an incredibly lightweight and that alcohol was a pretty high proof, so maybe she would do a little bit of letting go.
Then she gasped and arched her back as soon as she felt something warm between her cheeks. At first, she thought it was the tip of his penis, but she realized a second later that it was his tongue.
“No, no,” She nearly pleaded, but the Ghoul just swept his tongue over it. It was tight and puckered, and he could tell she’d really made sure it was clean because she was slightly perfumed here, too.
“A-ah, with your mouth,” She put her arms parallel beneath her, leaning on them and dropping her shoulders lower than her hips. She kept her knees where they were, despite fully being able to pull away at any moment.
She just seemed to like complaining.
The Ghoul brought one of his hands up and wrapped it around the back of her thigh. Her skin was so creamy and unblemished by the freckles that the rest of her body had begun to accumulate here. He kneaded like a cat might. Her legs were toned and strong, but still had substantial give.
It didn’t take very much to get Lucy panting. He figured that having sex a lot didn’t mean having a lot of good sex. Plus, this was going to hurt, at least at first. It was a lot to start, and it could be painful, so he figured getting her off first would be the ticket to the prize.
That hypothesis would prove true.
The Ghoul started to press his tongue into her now, just the tip. He expected her to recoil but all she did was breathe in loudly and then out just as loudly. He kept on, licking and teasing her and thoroughly enjoying himself. His free hand rubbed on the outside of his pants; he wasn’t just here to please her, after-all. He wanted to get his back scratched too.
He couldn’t help but notice that her no’s has subsided, too.
He ate her out until he knew she was close to her first orgasm and finally drew away with a
“You taste good, too, Vaultie.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, eyeballing her. Slick. He reckoned he could get her to drip, though. Show her that cousinfucking isn’t the only thing out there.
“That was…” She quivered, craning her head back to try to look at him, but unable to due to the angle he was crouched at. “You stopped?”
The Ghoul snorted.
“Just makin’ sure that I ain’t makin’ you do anything you don’t want to. I told you, I ain’t into the rape stuff.” His hazel eyes watched her intently. “I reckon we gotta use one of them safe words.”
“What’s that?” Lucy was pretty well educated about sex, but that was a new one for her.
“That’s the word you use if you want me to stop. ‘Cause I gotta feelin’ you’re gonna keep sayin’ no.”
“Okay.” Lucy swallowed hard and then nodded. It wasn’t hurting yet, but she’d felt the stretch from just the tip of his tongue. This was very new territory, but she… trusted him. “Like what?”
“Red,” It was the first thing to come to mind, like a stoplight. “Good enough for ya?”
He buried his face between her legs again before she answered, this time paying attention to her pussy. It was soft with thin labia that curled slightly inward, and kind-of wispy brown hair covering that and all the way to the inside of those creamy thighs.
Barb always had said he ate pussy like a starving man; slurping, sucking, licking, he used to get the tip of his nose involved too but now that was a bygone era. Once he felt like he’d gotten her sufficiently riled up, he went back to that pink puckered hole.
He flicked the tip against the sensitive spot for a moment before pressing into it earnestly. It was just the tip at first, a few thrusts, and then he sank deeper. Her protests started back up, despite being absolutely capable of pulling away.
But that’s just it, she didn’t want him to stop. This was incredibly arousing, and it felt absolutely amazing, and she was enjoying herself. Chet had been decent at oral, because of her instructions and insisting on getting it right, but this genuinely made her knees quake.
When he was done fucking her shallowly with his tongue, he grabbed the oil. The towel would do the double duty of protecting the bed from the oils, too. He had a feeling it would be a lot, since she was a virgin and all. He dribbled some on her hole, smearing it and adding a few more drops for good measure.
“Takin’ Hank MacLean’s daughter’s ass virginity.” He clicked his tongue like he was impressed. “You goin’ through a rebellious phase or somethin’?” He teased, pressing the tip of his pinky against that hole. It was absolutely radiating heat. “…well, goddamn, Vaultie.”
Lucy opened her mouth to say something but before anything came out, he pressed the tip of his pinky in. It stretched her, a kind of burning, tight pain. He sunk down to the first knuckle, listening to the way her breathing hitched, felt the way she shivered and heard when she would suck on her tongue.
“Oh, sweetie, you ain’t gonna be able to handle my cock if you can’t handle my pinky. Buckle up.” He started to fuck her shallowly with that digit, adding more drops of the makeshift lube every few seconds. If he could get her entrance lubed up well, that would help, because he knew she was not gonna like it at first.
Lucy, of course, took that as a little bit of a challenge. She didn’t like being told she couldn’t do something; she excelled at almost everything in the vault and hated being told otherwise. She was smart and capable and she knew that.
“Keep going,” She rocked her hips back so his finger sunk in deeper and gave a long, sharp gasp. “It’s just… uncomfortable.”
“Gonna take some working up to. I gotta stretch you out so you ain’t cryin’ on my cock.” Although… he thought, that could be a fun exercise for Miss MacLean, too. “Be patient.”
Lucy groaned, this time out of annoyance and dropped her head between her shoulders again. Waiting, waiting, waiting. She didn’t like waiting, she wanted things to progress now. She hissed as he sunk to the last knuckle in his hand. It stretched more at the base, his finger thicker there.
“Ahhh… this is why I was afraid of it,” She admitted, gritting her teeth as she felt him wiggle his finger inside of her. It was strange, and even if it did hurt less than she’d thought, she wasn’t exactly sure if she was enjoying it. She could stop it at any time, she reassured herself, trying to just let go.
The Ghoul paid no attention to what she said, hearing it but not particularly feeling like he needed to respond, instead pressing another finger into her. Two stretched her open even wider and it felt almost like when she ripped the corners of her mouth open and she hoped that wasn’t what was happening.
There were so many complications that could arise from anal sex, the vault had been pretty clear about that, too, and she couldn’t shake her nerves. But she tried to concentrate and breathe through it, knowing some of it was just the natural stretch and pain that came with the territory.
By the time the second finger was sunk all the way down, she’d pressed her cheek flat against the mattress to keep her backside in the air. She felt particularly exposed, but couldn’t get over the pain throbbing at the edge of her consciousness to make that matter.
The Ghoul made sure to pay more attention to her pussy as he warmed her up, knowing she had a very high likelihood of tapping out before he even got to put his cock inside. He knew it hurt, and he knew some pleasure would balance that out. She’d survived having her finger hacked off with a hunting knife, she could survive a little bit of anal sex.
“That helps,” Lucy’s head lolled back between her shoulders, rocking her hips against his hand. “Oh shoot, how many is that?”
“Just the two, sweetheart.” He snorted. “Why, not enough?”
“Ah – just- hurts,” Even with the attention to her slit and clit, it was still a very uncomfortable sensation. But she pushed through it, eyelids fluttering.
“Hang in there, sweetheart.” He pulled his fingers back out, wiping them on the towel. He switched, oiling up his middle and her pointer finger and pressing them inside of her. This was a bit bigger than his pinky, and Lucy grit her teeth.
He started to scissor his fingers, slowly to stretch her out. It felt kind of indescribable, something she’d never felt before. Pain, pleasure, another rush of excitement at trying something new – especially something that she’d been afraid of trying, and obviously arousal, . It was all mixed together in a jumbled ball and it felt like it vibrated through her entire body, but it was especially concentrated in her stomach right below the dip of her ribcage.
God, she didn’t actually like him, did she?
Two fingers turned into three and she was biting the inside of her cheek. He kept at lapping and sucking her folds, finding it a little bit difficult to access her clit here.
The pain was starting to ebb as more blood rushed to her sex. She was throbbing, mostly in a way that she was pretty certain she didn’t know. He used his free hand to reposition her, shifting his position as well until he could get into her clit. He sucked on that, drawing it into his mouth and toying with it using the tip of his tongue, tracing the alphabet almost passively.
Between that and the slow and steady pressure coming from him fingering her, she came. It was almost a surprise, less of a build but far more intense than a regular climax, and it almost felt… deeper? Almost like the entire underside and backside of her was in on it instead of just her clitoris and the nerves that accompanied it.
“Oh my… oh boy, oh…”
The Ghoul stood, wiping his hands on the towel unceremoniously again and reached in to grab his cock. At this point, it was straining against his pants and he was relieved to get it out. He pumped it a few times, grabbing the oil and dribbling more on. He made sure to coat himself in it too after putting the bottle back. He smeared what was left on his fingers against her hole, humming appreciatively.
“You ready, sweetheart?” He asked, but he didn’t wait for a response. It was just the head at first, far wider than she had anticipated, bigger than her late husband by what felt like a lot. He dribbled more oil on his cock as he gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusion. “God, you make pretty fuckin’ sounds. I kinda like hearin’ you suffer. Maybe we should do this more often.”
Lucy just tried to get through it. She twisted her hands into the towel below, breathing in sharp breaths and blowing out through her mouth. The pleasure had faded again, leaving only pai and bringing her up to her limit.
The burning and stretching sensations were sharp and it felt like it radiated all the way up into her belly button in a type of pain she’d never felt before. She was getting close to tapping out, telling herself to just hang on and it would start feeling good…
“Touch yourself.” He said, his own voice edging on husky. She felt fantastic around him, warm and soft, tight and the thought of Hank MacLean finding out made the whole romp even hotter, in his eyes.
The much younger woman slipped her hand between her thighs, fumbling for a moment before she found her swollen clit. It still had a layer of the Ghoul’s saliva shining on it, which she didn’t hate. Her fingers made little weak circles, barely taking the edge off.
He sunk in further, stretching her ass wider as he went deeper. It hurt more here than it did at the rim, a sharp stabbing pain that radiated towards the outside of her butt cheeks. It was strange, she didn’t think she liked it very much, but she still wanted to see what all of the fuss was about.
She’d try almost anything once, and she was so close to the end…
“Aw, does it hurt, sweetheart?” The words sounded nice on paper, but there was absolutely an undertone of mocking there. She gave the smallest whine in return.
“You know it hurts, please, please, please, please,” She tried to wiggle away, though it was just a little bit. That wasn’t the safe word, so he kept going. “A-ah, cheese and rice,” He felt one of her hands reach back and press at him, though she barely made contact with his torso.
“Oh sweetheart, I can tell that you don’t really mean that,” He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, to the point that her bare feet were hanging off of the edge of the bed. He wasn’t much of a foot guy – sure, he could appreciate any body part on a beautiful woman – and she had nice arches with long, slender toes. “I reckon you like my cock in your ass, huh?”
Lucy didn’t say no.
He smirked, because that was exactly what he thought. She did seem to be enjoying it, despite her sounds of anguish. Or maybe that was why she liked it, a complete departure from the safe, sane sex she had with her cousin back home. This was painful and messy and had the chance that it would end up even messier. He twisted his hand into her ponytail and pulled her head back, craning it to the side so he could see her face.
There was a pained look here, her brows furrowed and her eyes closed. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye, though, watching him for a few seconds before he thrust himself inside of her.
He felt so much larger than he looked like this, buried inside entirely, stretching every inch of her open. The burning was slowly starting to subside, at least the first few inches past her muscle. She was getting used to it, her body acclimating, some of her pain beginning to ebb again.
Not that he minded either way. He liked the way she sucked her teeth and hissed and tried to swallow whimpers, almost as much as he’d liked the way she looked at him when he tried to sell her to the SDM, covered in blood, sweat, sand and dirt.
“Pretty little Lucy MacLean,” He practically cooed, feeling her hot, tight channel. “Losin’ her ass virginity to a dirty old ghoul.”
Lucy gasped, arching her back. Her eyes flickered back into her skull for just a moment and she focused on trying to breathe through it. She started playing with her clit again, hoping to take the edge off. Part of her was pleading silently for him to finish while the other part relished every second of what he was doing to her.
“You gonna tell your Daddy that you’ve been defiled?” By Cooper Howard, no less, though he would keep that under wraps for a long time.
“No!” She said immediately, another gasp being ripped from her lungs. She could barely keep herself composed; the sensations were proving to almost be too much, and the words leaving his mouth… god, she’d never admit it out loud, but it turned her on so much.
She didn’t need to say it out loud, though, because the Ghoul had lots of experience, probably more than she could even conceptualize, and he could tell how much she was enjoying it.
“Why not?” He grinned at her. “You don’t want your Daddy to know what a butt slut his little girl is?”
“No!” She said again, immediately, though there was a sort of desperate undertone to her voice. “…butt slut?” She couldn’t help but laugh at that a little, though a snort quickly faded into moans pretty quickly as he fucked into her.
Most of the pain had melted away, at this point, but those bottom few inches deep inside still stretched and burned. She would groan softly as he pulled out and plunged back in, the oil lubrication drawing wet, slick sounds.
“I can call you an anal whore if that’s what you prefer, Vaultie.”
“A-ah, no, no!” But there was a lilt of a laugh at the end. She wasn’t a whore even if she was well versed in sexual intercourse, but the Ghoul felt her twitch around him again.
“Your cunt says otherwise.” He pulled her head back again, pulling at the roots of her hair with just enough strength that it ached.
“A-ahh! Fudge!” She started to quiver again, sweat breaking out on the back of her neck and onto her shoulders. Her chest was glistening too, heaving as she tried to draw enough breath between moans and his thrusts.
“I ain’t stoppin’ till you cum on my dick, Miss MacLean, so you better get to it.” He let go of her hair and her head snapped forward. “Chop, chop.”
Lucy was only somewhat aware of his words, hearing them but not processing what he was saying. She was too lost in the sensation as it led up to her second orgasm.
It was much more sudden than her first, completely unravelling inside of her before she could even warn him. It started with a gasp, and she had to bite into the side of her hand to prevent herself from crying out.
He didn’t stop, fucking her through her orgasm, despite her desperately clenching muscles. It was a little hard, but he just held tight to her thick hips until she was done, her breath coming in heavy. Her cheek was pressed against the side of the bed, staring with unfocused eyes to the far wall as she tried to catch her breath.
“Mm, maybe I’ll show you how it feels to get a load in the wrong hole…” He mused out loud, palm coming up to rub against her bare skin on her back. “Gotta feelin’ you’ve got a bit of a breedin’ kink, ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Ah… I don’t know,” That was a lie, she knew. “O-oh, my gosh, you aren’t done yet?” She whined, finally looking back at him. It still hurt enough that every thrust sent a shock through her system.
“What, you think you’re the only one gettin’ off today? Not if I’ve got anything to say about it.”
She mewled, the blood having pooled in her groin causing her to be even more sensitive. Her thighs twitched, the sensation completely over riding her rational brain as she just laid there and took it.
It was overwhelming, too, in a way that lit up every nerve in her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It washed over her, deep and hard and fast and left her shaking. She saw stars, and it took a minute for her breath to come back to her.
“Did…did you cum in me?” She asked blindly as he she felt him pull out of her. It felt strange and she was suddenly afraid of making a mess again. “Did I-“
“Shit on my dick?” The Ghoul couldn’t help but grin, having to circle back to Lucy saying cum instead of ejaculate later. “No, darlin’, ain’t nothin’ to worry about.” Well, nothing another round of sink washing his junk wouldn’t change, anyway.
Lucy practically collapsed on the bed. She was relieved it was over, proud of herself for enduring, and surprised at how much she actually liked it.
“Well?” The Ghoul asked, drying off his hands now that he was all washed up. “What’d you think, Vaultie?”
Lucy laughed softly, rubbing her face.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“You want round two?”
Lucy winced, knowing she was going to be sore for the next few days.
“No, thank you.”