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Don't Wake Up	By : Pervymonk Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 12616 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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- 1-Don't Wake Up
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Every night starts out the same way.
Dr. Barrows and Nurse Graves will close up the Chop Shop, working in companionable silence. They’ve been working together long enough that there isn’t any need to fill the silence with pointless small talk. Nurse Graves will bid Barrows goodnight, and he’ll answer that he’ll say her in the morning that he just wants to get a little more work done. She’ll tell him not to work too hard and he will lock the door behind her. He’ll dim the lights, pour himself some whiskey, and sit at his terminal, listening to the soft sound of breathing alongside the hum of his ancient terminal.
He’ll tell himself not to look, he’ll fight with his eyes to keep them from straying, but they will always find their way to her. He’ll stare at her, counting her breaths and watching her breasts rise and fall. That’s where he is now, halfway through a bottle of whiskey and not at all done typing up that week’s field notes.
Even pale and sleeping as she is, shadowed by the dim light of the clinic, Reilly is still the most beautiful thing he’d remember seeing in decades. Her red hair sprawls around her head like a halo, freshly brushed from that morning’s sponge bath. Nurse Graves usually bathed Reilly, though Barrows took over that morning. To give Nurse Graves a break from the tedium, he had said. In reality, he couldn’t keep himself from her anymore. Oh, he’d been strictly professional while bathing her. He’d cleaned her thoroughly, did not linger too long on any part of her body. But her skin had been just as soft as he had imagined it to be, and her breasts had felt right in his hands. He’d almost lost himself when it came to cleaning her labia, feeling it so soft and hot beneath his fingers, but he reminded himself he was a doctor first and foremost.
And Nurse Graves had been right there, puttering around the clinic and keeping her eyes on him.
He pulls his cock out from under the waistband of his wasteland fatigues. It’s a horrid and hideous thing, much like he is. Spotty patches of patchwork skin, rough and unappealing to the touch. He’s thick, which is little consolation given the state of the rest of his body. He strokes it slowly, feeling how hard he is. It’s been his default state ever since Reilly had been brought in-impossibly hard and aching. It had become a nightly ritual to lock up the shop, fight looking at her until he couldn’t, and then stroke himself to completion a couple of times before heading off to bed.
Tonight feels different. The memory of the feeling of her skin makes his palms itch, and he trembles as though shot through with withdrawal. He should have never touched her, he should have waited for Nurse Graves, but Reilly had been lying there, silent and waiting. He’d wanted her from the moment she’d been brought in, and he’s never even heard her voice.
Before he realizes it, he is standing in front of her, absently stroking himself. He kneels down, running his fingertips lightly over the fabric of her clothing. Cautiously, as though he’s expecting her to wake up, he pushes Reilly’s shirt up. His fingertips move up her skin, but she doesn’t react. She just continues to breathe, deeply and almost silently. He pushes the fabric of her faded white shirt over her large breasts slowly, revealing the creamy and smooth skin. He squeezes them, watching her skin almost spill over his fingers. Her nipples pucker with exposure to the cold air of the clinic. She’s warm to the touch, and her skin feels sinfully smooth underneath his ruined palms.
He leans down to take her breast in his mouth, and tastes the remnants of the soap he’d used that morning. He sucks her nipple, swirling his tongue around it and relishing the softness of her breasts. He begins lavishing her breasts with rough, sucking kisses. He squeezes them together, marveling at their beauty, and licks the skin underneath her areolas to above her ribcage.
He stands, moving to the head of the bed. She’s sleeping, silent and still as always. He pushes the head of his cock to her soft lips, using them to play with the tip. He shudders, reaching down to squeeze her cheeks to open her mouth. He pushes into her mouth and groans softly. Her mouth feels hot and wet around his dick. He begins to move slowly, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place. Her lips slide along the skin of him, and the slackness of them causes a faint popping sound as he thrusts into her mouth. The head of him brushes the inside of her cheek, rubbing slick against it, and he groans louder in response.
His other hand reaches down to play with her breasts. He shakes them, admiring the way they keep jiggling. He cups one, kneading it in his hand and marveling at the feeling of her skin underneath his. He rolls her nipple between his fingertips and gently pulls on it before cupping her breast again.
He can feel it building, a hazy static at the corners of his consciousness. He thrusts, fucking her mouth. His balls knock against her chin, and he rolls his hips, angling to get his cock as deep in her mouth as he can. With a strangled shout, he releases into her mouth, and jerkily keeps thrusting as his come begins to spill over her chin. He slowly pulls his cock out, letting her lips drag against shaft, and he lets out a shaking exhale as one last burst of come coats her pink, glittering lips.
He’s still hard. When he’d been younger, and freshly ghoulified, he’d discovered he’d been cursed with the ability to orgasm multiple times. Not that it did him much good in his state but he supposes it has its uses.
He runs his fingers over her as he admires her body, fingertips dancing over her stomach to the waistband of her pants. He cups her through the fabric, lightly squeezing and rubbing her pubis. He moves to the end of the bed, his hands groping and squeezing her legs. He lifts her legs gently, sitting on the bed to put them in his lap. He undoes her pants, pulling them out from under her and off of her legs.
Christ, but she’s beautiful. He spreads her legs to better admire her. He can’t stop running his hands over her, squeezing her calves and groping her breasts. She’s well-muscled from being a mercenary. He’d heard stories of her fighting prowess. Reilly and her rangers were the best warriors in D.C. She could tear a guy like him apart if she were awake.
But she isn’t.
He rubs his finger over her vaginal lips, caressing the silky skin there. He rubs her clit, and makes a quiet noise of desire. He moves his fingers down to put them inside her, and finds that she’s dry. His brow furrows-don’t won’t do. He doesn’t want to hurt her. He leans down, resting his cheek on her smooth thigh, and covers her with his mouth. She smells wonderful, a purely feminine scent, and he flattens his tongue to taste her. He idly licks her labia lips and swirls his tongue around her clit. Moaning at the taste of her, he kisses her cunt and rubs his nose against her pubic hair to inhale the scent of her. Moaning, he lazily rubs his cock against the mattress and pushes his tongue into her. He thrusts it in and out in an imitation of how he wants to fuck her, of how he is going to fuck her, and the thought of her around his dick makes him groan in anticipation against her folds. But he has to get her ready-he is sizable, and she is dry.
He doesn’t want to hurt her.
He presses sucking, marking kisses to her cunt. He pauses long enough to coat his fingers in spit, and gently pushes them inside of her. He moves them in and out of her slowly, licking her clit insistently. He worries the nub with his tongue, calling upon tricks he knew a lifetime ago. He gives one last kiss to her vagina, and sits up. Her labia lips slightly glisten, spit hanging from her red pubic hair. He gets up, moving to his desk, and pulls out medical gel. He squeezes some on his hand, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it. He rubs her with it, spreading it over her lips and coating the inside of her with his fingers.
He pushes her legs apart, and slips a hand underneath one knee. He positions himself at her entrance, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her warm and inviting pussy. He thrusts himself into her, shuddering at the feel of her hot and tight around him. He moves in a slow pace-he wants to take his time with her. He watches the way her breasts bounce in time to his thrusts. He leans over, kissing and nipping at them. With a moan, he closes his mouth over her areola and swirls his tongue around her nipple. With a loud pop, he releases her breast from his mouth, and purposefully thrusts roughly into her.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice raspy and coarse. He doesn’t expect her to answer, and she doesn’t. She simply lies there, slumbering and taking his dick. “Do you like the feeling of my ghoul dick fucking you? Huh?” She can’t hear him, far from him as she is, and he finds himself grateful. He wouldn’t even dare speak to her if she were conscious. He looks down to watch himself pound in and out of her. His dick moves in and out of pink pussy, her lips wrapping around the broken and weathered flesh. The sight of her labia lips moving around his dick, almost clinging to him, as he fucks her is too much.
“Fuck, Reilly!” He comes with a strangled shout, spilling into her. He takes in deep racking breaths, deep ‘ahs’ falling from his mouth. He keeps himself still as he comes into her, feeling his come flood her pussy. He gingerly pulls out, watching with hooded eyes as some of his come drips out of her.
He’s still hard, and wanting. She’s still peaceful and waiting for him.
He carefully rolls her over onto her side, gleeful at the sight of her soaked pussy, and moves to lay beside her. He slips in easier this time, his way eased by the remnants of his last orgasm. He spares no thought to gentleness this time and thrusts into her with abandon, holding her leg up for a better angle to drive himself into her. His presses soft kisses to the back of her neck, and presses his head against her pillow as a sharp wave of pleasure racks through him.
“Reilly, Reilly, Reilly,” he groans her name into her hair. He hopes she can feel him in whatever dreamscape she’s been dragged into, and wishes that he could make her feel as good as she makes him feel.
She feels so fucking good.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunts in time to the slapping of his skin against hers. He grasps at her breasts, squeezing them beneath his palm. He follows their movement with his hand, groping and pinching. “Oh, God, Reilly, I’m gonna fill you up so full.” He groans, a ruined and wrecked sound nesting deep in his chest. He orgasms deep inside of her, and he pounds into her in time to the waves washing over him with a shaking, desperate cry. He feels his come spilling from her pussy lips, dripping down on her thighs. He moans, a soft ‘oh’ sound, and gives one more hard thrust into her, feeling his come spurt against her warm and wanting vaginal walls. He gently slides out of her, rubbing himself slick against her clit, and kisses her shoulder. He sits up, pulling her onto her back, and admires her. She sleeps, oblivious to him and his monstrous desire for her. Her pussy, bright and pink, contrasts against the paleness of her skin. His come trickles out of her, and he feels something he can’t name at the thought of so much of him inside of her.
There’s one more thing he wants to do to her.
He can’t help himself, really. He should be more than satiated from using her body, and from coming inside of her. But her breasts are sinfully wonderful-even now, he rolls them underneath his palms, squeezing and kneading. He leans down, pulling one nipple into his mouth roughly and giving them bruising kisses. He swings a leg over her, suspending himself on his knees and keeping his weight off of her so she can breathe. His cock nestles perfectly between her breasts. Cupping them from the sides, he presses them together so they can surround his dick. He slowly begins to thrust, moans spilling more loudly than before. He no longer cares to keep quiet. Hell, let all of Underworld hear him, and know that Reilly is his. His cock, now sensitive from his many orgasms, feels electric against the soft skin of her breasts.
Oh, he won’t last long on this one.
He rocks, balancing on his knees and fucking between her breasts, his rough cock rubbing delightfully against the skin of her. He finds a rough, fast rhythm quickly, and doesn’t slow his brutal pace. He can hear the sound of his slick flesh rocking against hers. With one last tug on her nipples, he releases her breasts to watch them bounce. He grasps the base of his dick, trying to prolong the feeling, and his come shoots in thick, white strands over her breasts and jaw. He pulls his dick up and lets it drop to slap her breasts a few times, letting his come splash over her skin. Breathing heavily, he gently gets off of her and goes to the first aid kit on the wall to get a clean rag.
He wipes the come from her mouth, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her lips. She doesn’t respond, but that doesn’t cool his passion. Her lips are soft, slightly chapped against his, and he kisses her as he would a lover, with gentleness and care.
He carefully cleans her up, giving her another sponge bath. Free from Nurse Grave’s watchful eye, he touches and squeezes and kisses to his heart’s content. He places her back in bed as he found her, fully clothed and no worse for wear. He kisses her mouth again, and touches her breasts one final time before leaving her to her rest.
Irrationally, he hopes she’ll stay like this forever.
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