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A/N: Long time no see people. Suffice to say, I know a lot of people were disappointed when I didn’t upload last September, and I would like to apologize for that. Unfortunately, an exceptionally painful bout of seven kidney stones basically destroyed that month for me and I wasn’t able to get anything writing wise accomplished. And rather than try to catch up ruin October’s sense of semblance update, I decided it would be better to just skip September’s update entirely and wait for November to post the next chapter. Next time I will try to post an explanation if an update is delayed or cannot be met.
I want to thank everyone who took the time to ask about the updates, even if I wasn’t always able to respond. Please understand how wonderful it feels knowing that there are people out there that actually look forward to this story and I don’t want anyone to feel I don’t think of you. I love writing, and no one hates my slow updates more than me. I have so many stories to tell and I hope you all enjoy every single one. Please continue to be patient as I work hard to bring you the best quality that I can manage.
Chapter 10
Tag(s): Missionary, Virginity, impregnation.
Words: 11,000.
Tomas grinned to himself, a ridiculously smug smile even by his own standards. Regardless of how complicated his relationship with Abigail may have turned out, there was no denying results. And he’d never felt more, well, manly seeing just what he could do to a woman given a chance. Compared to the fear of women he used to experience, this sense of power was intoxicating. But he didn’t gloat; rather, he simply pulled his fingers from Angela’s still quivering core before wiping his hand clean on the bedspread.
Getting out from between the young woman’s legs, her long, pale limbs fell back to the bed with a thump, as lifeless as their owner. Tomas wiped his mouth clean turning his attention further up the bed, unable to look away from the picture of a girl utterly spent.
Angela’s expression was dazed, blue eyes staring up at nothing underneath half-lidded eyelids. Sweat seemed to cover every inch of her body, creating a slight outline in the bedspread, the darkest of which spread out from underneath her backside.
Pale skin flushed, the added perspiration glistened in the lamplight while also sticking stray hairs to her face and shoulders. The rest was spread around her in a halo of slightly darker platinum blond hair, now tangle and matted from constant tossing and turning.
All the while her naked body was fully on display, limbs thrown to the corners of the bed spread-eagled without a care for propriety. The only thing that moved was her chest, still flushed pale pink as her blood settled after her ordeal. It would be five more minutes before she finally began to stir, marked by a low, exhausted groan.
“Morning,” Tomas greeted, his grin as large as ever much to Angela’s embarrassment. Remembering her lack of clothing, there was an initial moment of shame, but it was fleeting, especially when the alternative meant mustering the strength to actually lift her arms to cover herself. Besides, Tomas pretty much had had a front row seat to anything she might have wanted to keep hidden. Finally, she just allowed another groan in answer, which was quickly followed by Tomas’ low chuckle.
Her eyes closed before opening, the rush through her body leaving an oddly pleasant tingle. Wiggling her fingers and toes, her mind felt so light and airy, and her muscles seemed to have adopted the consistency of Jell-O. Even her exhaustion was a pleasant one; like how she’d used to feel after working out a stressful encounter with her parents by swimming laps in her pool.
It was satisfying. Suffice to say, if Tomas’ intent had been to distract her, he’d accomplished that mission.
“Oh, my goodness…” she managed, the first intelligible words since Tomas had sunk between her thighs. Still grinning, if he’d been proud before, Tomas certainly had a sparkle in his eye as he just nodded in agreement.
“I know, you were incredible.” He agreed, completely serious. It wasn’t easy to open yourself up to a person enough to give them control like she had. And they’d both enjoyed themselves more because of it. Blinking a few more times, however, Angela’s eyes widened in disbelief as a scoff puffed past her lips.
“Me?” but Tomas just nodded, a somewhat tender expression on his face as he suddenly reached towards her face. She didn’t so much as flinch at the gesture, just sighing as his cool fingertips pressed against her still flushed and sweaty forehead. He didn’t seem to mind, running his fingers through her hair and straightening some of the wilder tangles.
It was an intimate gesture, more intimate than Angela had ever experienced with her own parents. Closing her eyes again, she leaned into the sensation of his touch on her scalp, savoring the strange pleasure of being petted as the last of the aftershocks numbed her splayed limbs.
If she were a cat, she would have started purring.
“Is it always like this?” she asked, not bothering to open her eyes. Tomas didn’t stop his tender motions either, which she appreciated.
He answered after a hesitant pause. “No,” he was honest, “as much as I’d like to say that was all me, I’ve seen this happen with a lot of the other women in the vault. I can’t speak for them, but I sure noticed a lot more, um, energy once the Overseer started pumping us all full of those drugs.”
Angela frowned but otherwise didn’t react to the news. She had noticed something similar to what he was explaining; a sudden spike in desires she’d long since learned to repress. Not to say she’d never experienced arousal before, but always as an inconvenience, something to manage rather than enjoy. After a while of repressing her own sexual desires, the feelings had begun to grow less and less frequent… until the vault. And suddenly, she found herself quite distracted by the heat between her legs.
Just remembering how quickly she’d given into her own bodies demands, maybe she should be happy it wasn’t natural. It was a little less scary that way. Besides, it didn’t really matter anyway. Drugs or not, she felt amazing.
As if to prove that point, Angela suddenly stretched her sore muscles, apparently more than satisfied to keep being spoiled as she recovered from her own pleasure. It was so easy to just lay there. For some reason, everything felt so far away. Her mother? Babies? Who even cared anymore? So long as she could just lay here a little longer, Tomas could do whatever the gosh darn he wanted.
“Well, good to know those drugs were good for something,” she mused. “Bad enough that they make everything so sensitive. Was it really necessary to make our breast and backsides so much larger?” She huffed at the memory of her own development. Of course, compared to her mother and the other women they shared a room with, hers hadn’t been so stark a transformation. But it had at least been enough that she’d noticed.
“Yes,” Tomas immediately answered, his voice deadly serious. “Yes, it is an integral aspect of, um, the… medical, ah…-.” He trailed off, unable to keep up the facade. Finally, he gave up in favor of showing his true colors. “Well, I appreciate it.” To which Angela just rolled her eyes beneath her eyelids, utterly unsurprised by the response.
Boys.
“But were you really that affected?” he remarked, only to realize how that might sound a moment later. “Ah, cuz, um, it looks like a lot of the girl’s in our class aren’t as… prominent as some of the older women.”
A flair of irritation spiked at the mention of her subtle curves. It was… something of a sore spot. But she decided to just let it pass. He better be glad he’s so good with his tongue…
Truth be told, she’d never had much of a figure as she developed over the years remaining slender, or petit as she preferred to think of her body. All the drugs had done was make what she’d already had stand out a bit more; a slight swelling of her breasts, a more defined curve of her backside, that kind of thing.
“Maybe it doesn’t work the same on us?” she guessed. “Or, maybe we get different drugs? We haven’t finished puberty yet, after all. That’s a lot of chemicals to mess with. Or maybe it just takes longer. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, considering it doesn’t have to do with a lady’s figure, but a lot of the girls in class seemed to be growing much faster. I know I am. Maybe the vault is maturing us faster, so we can be more prepared to…” she paused then, a spark of the previous anxiety at the topic coming from the back of her mind.
He… had not noticed that. Although, thinking about it, wasn’t Camille’s height a lot closer to Abigail’s than before classes had started? Tomas' hands paused for a breath before continuing.
“You know, there’s another side effect I’ve noticed with the other women.” Angela didn’t speak, but she did open her eyes to look up at him, clear and blue and curious as she took the distraction. “Well, actually, it’s happened with me too. If you don’t mind telling me, have you tried taking care of the… new stress yourself?” The implication was there, but he still cast her a hesitant glance just to be sure she understood.
And she did, at least if her sudden blush and wide-eyed embarrassment was anything to go by. “I-.” she stopped, horrified that such a topic was even up for discussion. But again, she just had to remember where they were and what they were doing to bring things in perspective. Her arousal was still cooling on her thighs and glancing just a few inches down she would be able to see all of Tomas’ erect glory.
“No,” she finally coughed, looking away as she did so. “I was always raised to, um, it isn’t a proper use of a young lady’s time.”
“Well, I did.” Tomas’s own cheeks were warm, but he was clearly more comfortable with the subject. “At first, I mean, when I was too nervous to find a woman to, um, take care of it for me. But the reason I’m bringing this up is that’s when I noticed… it didn’t help. Actually, I feel pretty confident in saying that it made things even worse.”
His fingers moved then, slipping from her now combed hair down her temple. Angela was about to complain about the loss when she felt him continue towards her breast, taking the time to offer the round orb a gentle squeeze before focusing on her nipple. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Angela found the relaxing aspect of his touch all but gone.
“Seriously,” he went on, still looking her in the eye as he played with her body. Her own expression had turned soft, and dizzy, just managing to listen to him. She really did like his eyes…
“The overseer says these drugs just help us increase the chance of fertility. But I think it’s more than that.” His voice dropped becoming obviously husky as his attention dropped even further down her body. Finally, his fingers returned to her warm nest of folds, already swelling with new found wetness.
“This isn’t normal arousal. At least, I don’t think so. And you can’t just take care of it yourself.” Angela’s lips parted with a gasp as soon as she felt him start to explore her femininity. The hypnotizing quality of his voice only further lulling her into a hyper-aware sense of self.
Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned it, she realized she could feel a stubborn coal of hunger beneath her navel stubborn in spite of the rest of her calm. And now that she was aware of it, suddenly it was all she could focus on, all the relaxation and peace she’d thought she’d known becoming ripped away like a warm blanket first thing in the morning.
She frowned, widening her thighs in a very unladylike gesture in an attempt to feel more of Tomas’ talented fingers. He obliged, of course, not that it would do her any good. He could stroke and pet her all day long, and it would only fan her flames into an inferno. Releasing an irritated sigh, Angela appeared to come to the same realization as her frustration only seemed to increase.
It wasn’t fair. She’d been so happy! And now she was worse off than before. If his first attempt had been a slowly cresting peak, this was a sudden and jarring shove, and she found herself all the more desperate because of it. Unfortunately, Tomas hadn’t finished explaining his findings just yet. And something told him she would be very interested in what he had to say.
“You should see the way women react when I… finish. Sometimes they orgasm, but it’s usually more than that. It’s almost like they suddenly feel relief from some kind of weight they hadn’t even noticed until it was gone.” His fingers continued as he spoke, getting her ready for what was about to come. What she was finally ready for if the heat in her eyes was anything to go by. He didn’t see any fear or hesitation, just a hormonally driven teenage girl.
“They… really?” she blinked against the strain in her voice. Already her breathing had picked up enough to force a stutter. “just from…?” she couldn’t even imagine it.
Or, could she? She tried, or rather, was compelled to. Compelled to think about how it would feel when he finally injected thousands upon millions of baby-laden genes into her womb. It had never been anything but science before. Facts she read about in a textbook. But now something about the idea… spoke to her. And it was with a low, horrified groan that she realized she wanted it.
“Please,” she mewled, the word falling from her lips so naturally. Rocking her hips against his palm, she was desperate for the relief he promised. Even looking down at his still rock-hard erection brought none of the fear it once had.
Part of her understood that she should still be afraid of the consequences that would follow, but that part was vastly overridden by the drive to feel that long appendage slide inside of her. Just the thought was enough to curl her toes.
This was her choice. She was finally doing this because it was something she wanted — not her mother. Angela had always wanted to be just an average teenage girl. Well, she was about to make a very typical teenage decision.
“I’m ready,” she promised, still meeting his heavy gaze even as she felt her insides clench at her admission. Her body seemed to agree with her as a new wave of wetness seeped onto her folds as if in preparation.
“I don’t care anymore. Just, please, this is driving me crazy.” Suddenly the only thing she could think about was satisfying the craving in her body, about sex and what it would feel like when Tomas finally took her virginity. Whatever her reasons for approaching him, they no longer mattered. Right now, she was just a girl desperate to get fucked. And Tomas could see that.
He didn’t argue, didn’t say anything as he stared into the frustration clearly visible in her pinched features. Truth be told, he probably wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer anyway.
“Project confidence,” Abigail had told him, “take charge and do your best to seem like somebody that, whoever you’re with, can feel as though they can lean on you for whatever they need.” Unfortunately, that didn’t do anything for the fact that he was painfully aroused; as in, actual pain.
Below the constantly throbbing erection primed for penetration, he winced at the pressure in his balls, just about fit to burst with the amount of cum all this fourplay had built up. Still stroking her folds, he took one look at her ready expression and began to move toward her open legs.
Angela’s heart raced seeing the gesture. Legs already open, she just had to lay there, staring down her body as his thin frame kneeled on the bed. Eyes wide and pupils dilated, the young woman found her lip between her teeth as she took the opportunity to appreciate the shapes of his body.
The size of his member was still terribly intimidating, doubly so seeing it dangle not even a foot from her vulnerable opening. But besides a small amount of clenching, she managed to keep from showing that fear. Because as much as she was nervous to feel something so large press inside of her body, she found herself also strangely eager.
The memory of his fingers was still sharp in her oversexed brain. The way they reached inside of her and how it had felt trying to fit around the unfamiliar girth. It had been slightly uncomfortable, but it had felt good too. And what Angela was wondering is if it would feel even better around something so big.
It would hurt more too, of that there was no question. But given her first taste of sexual pleasure, Tomas had awoken something in her that was more daring than the girl who’d first approached him. And now she was ready to be a woman.
There was a faster pace than Tomas was used to as he settled his weight looming above Angela. He fit in the space above her lithe figure as though he belonged there, his wider frame threatening to smother her. She didn’t bat an eye at the sudden position. Rather, her eyes stared up at him wide and excited and waiting for whatever came next. He made sure to meet her eyes as he reached for his dangling member, grasping it in a firm grip before pressing the soft tip against her even softer folds.
Both of them shivered at the contact, which was somehow more significant to everything else they’d done up till this point. Angela’s breath stopped, her attention breaking from Tom’s gaze as she turned to stare between their bodies. Thankfully, rather than fear, the young man was gratified to see curiosity twinkling in her pale blue eyes.
“If you want me to stop, tell me. I promise I’ll listen. Likewise, if something feels good, don’t be embarrassed to speak up. You’re in control right now.” It was meant to be a comforting gesture; one Abigail had hammered into his head. And thankfully, it seemed to work, earning an appreciative grin.
“Thank you,” Angela professed, relaxing back into the bed sheets feeling that much secure from Tom’s words and tone. Their brief interaction aside, he’d already done more than enough to earn her trust — a gift she made sure to show him, turning her hips up ever so slightly to meet the angle of his curved shaft.
Tomas turned his attention from the young woman to her body, no longer able to hold himself back. For any lingering reservations, he consoled himself, telling himself that he’d done everything he could do, supported her as best as he’d been trained. But at the end of the day, there was no avoiding what needed to happen next.
He shifted his dick then, shuddering at the wet warmth he could feel leaking from her crotch as he began to drag his swollen head up and down the silken lips, spreading her arousal until his entire tip was glistening in her fresh wetness.
Abigail seemed to enjoy the gesture just as much, allowing her eyes to widen for a second before they clamped down in a prayer like expression. Mouth parted, her breasts were already rising and falling to the rhythm of her hushed breath which struggled to fuel the blood flushing her body an irradiant shade of red. The pleasure continued until the slow gesture paused just a bit lower than it had before, stopping directly at the gate to her virginity.
The first thing she noticed was the pressure, prompting her to open a single pale orb to peer back between their bodies and watch the unyielding bar of flesh brace against her opening. It was a distinctly uncomfortable sensation and a slight wrinkle formed between her brow before she could think to stop the reaction.
Unfortunately, uncomfortable would quickly transition to something much closer to stinging, a sharp sensation that would continue to increase until the fat, red shape of Tom’s tip pried itself inside her tender hole. Both of her eyes were open by this point; her once flushed expression turning unearthly pale as she braced against the pressure suddenly inside of her.
“You okay?” Tom panted, struggling to control himself despite how much he wanted to thrust himself inside right away. A good thing if his friend’s pinched lips were anything to go by.
Angela finally looked up from their connection to meet his eyes. “Fine,” she managed, her voice little more than a forced squeak, but she still found the need to reach up from her grip on the sheets to grasp the much sturdier shape of Tom’s arms braced on either side of the head. There was an immediate sense of comfort in the contact, enough that she managed to nod her head and continue in a more believable tone. “It hurts. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
She did her best to give a comforting smile, but Tomas just nodded his head, an uncertainty stealing his confidence. This moment could be explained to him a thousand times, and it wouldn’t change the fact that this was still his first experience taking a girl’s virginity.
Taking a deep breath, he just nodded his head before easing himself back the smallest bit before forcing himself through the narrow wall of skin guarding her virginity, piercing her in a single quick stroke that nearly seemed to knock the wind out of the privileged young woman.
“!” she cried out, she couldn’t help crying out no matter how much she’d told herself that she wouldn’t. But when the moment came, and she felt the sharp sting of her hymen breaking, a choked gasp had torn out of her throat in a fast gasp of pain.
Her grip on Tom’s thin arms tightened to the point of drawing blood, long nails digging into flesh while a string of mewls continued to whimper from her wide-eyed expression. Thankfully, given a moment to adjust, the pain between her legs seemed to dissipate to a dull throbbing ache.
Tomas waited patiently, eyes just as wide as he watched her deal with the pain. He felt sorry for her, for all the women, really, who he had to cause pain for one reason or another. And yet, underneath that worry, he was surprised to find a kind of… pride? A pride not unlike the pleasure he found every time he was allowed to fill a woman to the brim with his child-bearing seed.
She was his. At least, that was the thought that flittered through his mind as he felt her barrier give way to his blunt tip — a part of her that had never been touched until he was given the privilege, even by herself. That realization, that experience left a mark on him that echoed with a prideful ego that had plagued his gender for generations.
Like this, she was his. No one had ever had her, and no one else ever would. And rather than wilt at the pained gasp and whimpers echoing from her clenched expression, he found his blood-stained erection somehow even more rigid, swelling inside of her already stretched opening.
Angela remained oblivious to all of this, waiting for her body to adjust. But women are stronger than most give them credit for, a notion that was doubly true in terms of their bodies. And eventually, she felt satisfied that she would be able to manage whatever else was to come. Her fingers uncurled from Tom’s bicep slowly, and she offered him the smallest of nods.
“I’m okay,” she breathed, a long sigh flowing from her lungs as her tense figure sank back against the bed. “Thank you for waiting.” Unfortunately, when she looked up to see his face, Tom’s usually warm and comforting smile would be notably absent. Rather, he didn’t even meet her eyes, a warm blush taking his complexion while he peered out the corner of his eyes.
It was a distinctly guilty expression. Although, guilty of what, she couldn’t say.
“You’re not in pain?” the young man asked, voice awkward but concerned. A hesitant Angela paused a moment before answering.
“N-No. at least, not as much.” Her hands turned gentle as the traced up the lines of his arms, cupping the skin of his cheek and forcing him to turn back towards her. A new warmth started in her chest as she made the assumption that his reaction was to her pain. “Thank you for worrying. But as long as you go slow, I’m ready for you to continue. It must be uncomfortable, right?” At least, that’s how it seemed to feel to her.
She could… feel him, a prospect that slightly amazed her as she laid back trying to make sense of the filling sensation settled between her hips.
She could actually feel the shape of him pressed inside of her body. It was a strange feeling, and she wasn’t sure what to think of it. But the sheer fact that part of this boy’s body was actually inside of her was in of itself a marvel to wonder at. It felt big and hard and, surrounded by her much softer muscles, she was able to make out much more detail than she expected.
Suddenly a part of her earlier excitement resurfaced making her eager to see what other new experiences she would get to enjoy before the day was over.
Uncomfortable? If there was any part of Tom that didn’t already feel regret over his reaction to Angela’s pain than they were quickly swept away seeing her actually worried about him while she clearly suffered.
Still, he couldn’t stop now. And if the ache in his balls was anything to go by, he didn’t really want to. How he felt about things didn’t matter at this point. The pain was inevitable. The only thing he could do now to make up for his reaction was to fulfill her request to the best of his ability. And so, doing his best to match her kind expression, his long blond locks swayed as he nodded his head before he allowed his hips to start in a slow back and forth motion.
Pain flared back to life earning a flitch from the young woman, but she’d been expecting it, and it actually turned out to be less than she feared. Bracing against the sensation, her eyes closed in a mask of concentration as she tried to get used to the feeling of something scraping against the inside of her tender walls. Tomas listened to her request, however, and kept his pace to a measured rocking motions slowly working himself even deeper inside the tunnel of soft twitching muscle.
And God did it feel amazing. Even if she hadn’t told him to go slow, Tomas very much doubted he would have been able to go any faster than he already was. She was just so tight, the strength of her bearing down around him made it feel like he might not be able to pull back out if he reached the end of her anatomy. Thankfully, the wetness he’d done his best to inspire before his penetration helped greatly in his progress, giving an amazing texture to the warmth and softness surrounding him.
It was so distinctly different from everything he’d ever known up till that point. The rest of the woman hadn’t been loose, per se, but compared to a girl half their age it was kind of hard to make a fair comparison.
Plus, she was just so tiny. Not short, but thin in a way that made her seem more breakable than he’d expected. His caution wouldn’t last forever, however, and as soon as he felt the now familiar narrow wall that guarded the gate to Angela’s womb, he couldn’t help himself as his pace began to pick up enough to start rocking the young woman against the bed’s springs.
Angela’s breath deepened at the shift, and her body moved naturally to accept the motions. Legs widening and back arching, her pelvis lifted enough to ease the angle where Tomas entered her body. The subtle difference had the added effect of allowing the ridge of his swollen head to scrape against a particularly sensitive spot along the top of her tunnel, inspiring the first sense of pleasure the young girl had experienced since the pain of her breaking.
Her breath gasped of its own volition, and her toes curled excitedly. Eyes still closed, she did her best to repeat the motion rolling her hips to accept the long, slow strokes hollowing out the inside of her body. The spark of pleasure occurred again, and then again, and then enough times that she the moan she’d been holding back suddenly broke free in a long and drowned out sigh.
“Like this?” Tomas asked, sweat starting on his brow as the activity started to take it’s tole. Hearing her noises and feeling her tighten around him, he did his best to repeat the motions that seemed to excite his partner. His efforts were rewarded with a deep arc of her midsection, jutting her small pointed breast upwards and splitting herself to the hilt around his swollen erection. She fell back to the bed with a gratified pant, nodding her head in a way that made it clear she didn’t dare trust her words to speak out loud.
A chuckle rumbled from the young boy’s chest despite his best attempt at controlling his slightly smug expression. And rather than teasing the girl, he allowed himself to exploit the weakness as much as he pleased, angling his thrust so that he hit that spot repeatedly in an effort to erase any lingering pain that might threaten to sour the memory of their night.
This attack lasted for several minutes, each thrust shorter and deeper than the last until her entire body jerked with the impact. She accepted the slightly rougher treatment with ease, openly moaning and hooking her knees around his hips in a desperate attempt at prolonging the peeks turning her insides to mush.
Maybe those drugs they talked about were stronger than he thought, Thomas considered as he stared at the light pink of Angela’s lips stretched open to gasp and moan; for her to feel so much after just losing her virginity. Although, the young man had to take some pride in his own abilities being a factor. After all, sleeping with so many women, all different in how they liked to be touched, he’d begun to gain something of a sixth sense when it came to understanding just how to find the things that brought them pleasure.
Fast or slow. Hard or soft. Long or short. There were so many different ways to pleasure a woman. But finding just one of Angela’s weaknesses, it only allowed him to search for even more as his hands slowly worked their way up her body. Past experience brought his mouth towards the crook of her neck allowing him to kiss and suck on the point where her shoulder curved up towards the swan-like appendage.
Angela reacted just like he expected, one hand clawing at his back while the other dug into the length of his hair to increase the pressure of his mouth. Her hips, if anything, only increased in their enthusiasm, more than making up for her lack of rhythm and experience. Finally, shifting the whole of his weight to balance against one outstretched hand, the other snaked up her body to tease her right nipple in the way he’d learned she liked.
The triple attack finally accomplished what he’d been seeking as her insides seemed to twist around him, her virgin senses overloaded by so much stimulus at once.
“Tomas!” she gasped, her kind and gentle tone cresting as her back arched against his chest. He could feel the hard point of her nipples press against him wonderfully contrasted against the soft pillowy texture of her small but perky breasts. She remained like that for eight wonderful heartbeats before the breath she’d been holding was suddenly spent, forcing her to fall back into a gasping, panting mess. And all the while, Tomas allowed his pace to slow to a more leisurely speed, giving her now sensitive insides a small break while continuing to build towards his own aching release.
“W-Wait,” the demure girl whimpered, realizing he had no intention of stopping. “It’s too much. I can’t-. Just a moment please?” Her eyes were suddenly wide as she shivered under the attention of his probing hands and mouth. An aftershock appeared to roll through her as she shivered, her insides rippling around him as she tried to regain her baring.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Tomas questioned, making sure the length of his chest and stomach dragged against her own with each slow pump. An unusually cocky grin came to life as he stopped his kisses just enough to pull back and look at her blushing face. Her wide eyes stared up at him, entirely helpless as her hands tightened against their holds. “I’ll wait if you really want me to. But only if you really want me to.”
The way he looked at her, his tone and demeanor, it was so different from the awkward but cheerful boy Angela had gotten to know. Her wide eyes seemed to say just that as she stared up at him, strangely unbothered by that fact.
As weird as it was to consider, it looked like he was actually more confident when it came to sex than actual conversation. A fact that should have been much less surprising than it was, and twice as sad.
As it was, the confident daring in his cool eyes and hungry expression seemed to feed her some of the energy her release had taken, and she found herself shyly nodding her head for him to continue before she could even think of her own stamina. Her reward? An especially devilish smile and a sudden sharp thrust into her depths. In the end, all she could was pull herself against his body, closing her eyes as she pressed her face into his neck and allowing herself to take comfort in his sure motions.
And her trust wouldn’t be unrewarded. Believe it or not, Tom was actually very good at sex after all his practice. Maybe not enough to drive a more experienced woman so quickly over the edge, but an untouched virgin like Angela? She didn’t stand a chance.
Maybe he should feel guiltier about taking advantage of that vulnerability but seeing her accept him and feeling her press her body against his own, an impossibly powerful emotion swept through him that only made him want to prove to this inexperienced girl exactly what he could do.
It was funny; this thing called pride. But feeling this beautiful young woman clench around him and cling to his frame, it was the only thing that the young man could call the surge of joy that almost always followed. It had left him in awe with Abigail and amazed with Candy, and for everyone else that followed it had only made the sensation all the more addicting. However, it wasn’t until Angela that he understood just how amazing a power it really was.
His body continued in its rhythm, reading her body and its reactions with more and more accuracy as he was allowed to experience its unique pleasure. Fondling her, kissing her, bending her body to reach new and exciting angles, he found the pleasure of his own release somehow less than the joy he found watching her proud features tighten and breath shudder.
Maybe it was cruel, and maybe he was abusing Abigail’s training, but he had promised to make this night memorable for the young woman. And watching her come down from her third release, he couldn’t help but feel he’d accomplished that goal. Unfortunately, the pressure in his own loins was threatening to overwhelm him by this point, and he found his pace slowing to a stop before the event could surprise the sweaty, gasping girl panting for her life beneath him.
“You’re,” she managed, each word wheezing from her exhausted features with each exhale, “killing. Me.” But smiling down at her, Tomas just took a moment to lean down and press a kiss against her shoulder as he waited for her to calm down. It took a few moments, which he enjoyed cradled in Angela’s thighs and arms, but she came back to herself eventually. It was with no small amount of excitement that he explained what was coming next.
“I’m close,” he muttered, voice lowered despite the small warning the message held. And sure enough, the pale-haired girl stilled at his words, drawing her knees up ever so slightly. Although, if it was in anticipation or fear, the young man couldn’t say.
“Oh…” Angela managed, eyes slightly vacant as they stared blankly towards the ceiling. The silence that followed stretched long enough that Tomas feared that was all she was going to say. But after a moment her calm tone continued,
“Thank you. For telling me, I mean. Please, don’t hold back. I’m ready for… for you,” she eventually settled, urging his face towards her own until she could nuzzle her cheek against his. Tomas closed his eyes against the sensation, slowly allowing his hips to return to their previous pace.
Her breath hitched, but he didn’t do anything to distract her from the moment keeping his motions simple and straightforward. While she might still enjoy the friction of his shaft dragging against her walls, the majority of Angela’s focus was allowed to remain on the moment. Of the smell of Tomas’ sweaty body mingling with her own. Of the slightly abrasive vault bedsheets bunched under her rear. Of the warmth of Tomas’ heavier body and the comfort it brought.
She closed her eyes to remember all of it before suddenly Tomas’ body grew rigid and she felt his erection suddenly swell inside of her.
A moment of fear and regret flashed across her eyes as they opened in a silent whimper. Unfortunately, as a warmth began to pool in the deepest aspect of her person and she listened to Thomas’ gasping breath suddenly fill his chest to the point of bursting, it was clear the moment to turn back had passed – which was for the best.
She had already accepted this as her life. And Tomas had done nothing but guide her as gently as he could. He gave himself willingly, offering his body and words all in an attempt to encourage her without asking for anything in return which is why she felt so naturally compelled to return the favor.
Rather than shy away, she offered more of herself, arching her back so that he could appreciate her body even more. It was in this moment that Angela began to recognize the true partnership of lovemaking, as well as the vulnerability.
You had to trust the other person wholeheartedly to give as much as you gave, to feel as much as you felt, to enjoy themselves as much as you clearly reveled in their presence. And in that trust, a rhythm was born as old as humanity itself.
This was her choice. This was her choice. And so, she tightened her arms around the father of her future child, embracing him as he emptied himself inside of her and tightened her legs around his hips in an effort to push him just a little bit deeper. And suddenly, a muted gasp tore through as she experienced the relief Tomas had spoken of.
Her entire body shuttered, somehow better than the pleasure she’d been feeling the entire afternoon. As soon as the sensation of his seed registered, it was like she could feel the endorphins in her brain release, flooding her with more peace and relaxation that she could ever remember. It was like a drug, worse than a drug, and it would linger in her system for hours to come allowing her to simply close her eyes and exist in the moment.
The two stayed like that for a few moments, at least three minutes longer than Tomas’ actual release. But having pleasured himself so thoroughly and staved off the impending orgasm, the load he’d deposited inside the young woman had been even larger than normal, filling the smaller girl’s space with more than she could handle. But even as his body relaxed, and his breath stilled, and she could feel the warm seed leak from their connection to trail down her rear, Abigail didn’t release him, holding him to her body and his face against her own.
“Are you doing okay,” Tomas asked, worried now that his mind wasn’t under the effect of his own hormones. Angela chose that moment to release him, a slow sigh flittering from her nose as she did so. Thankfully, after pulling his slightly softened mass from her depts and shifting from over her, the young girls face seemed peaceful – maybe even a bit better than that.
As if her calm smile wasn’t enough, she nodded her head, relaxing back against the mattress. “I am,” she answered, in such a way that actually gave some release to the boy. “Although,” she stared after a moment, “none of my books explained that intercourse would be quite this… messy.” She made a bashful expression, leaning up just enough to peer between her open legs.
Between them, her once untouched sex now openly poured Tom’s thick white seed, soaking the blankets bellow and sticking to her backside. However, there was an unmistakable pink hue to the thick fluid, further proof of her deflowering. Her face flushed suddenly the vulgarity of it prompting Tomas to chuckle slightly at the familiar display of propriety.
“Ah, sorry about that,” he apologized without sounding at all apologetic. He laid down beside her opening his chest enough for her to scooch over if she was inclined. After a moment, she took the invitation, careful with her hips as she laid the once tame mess of blond hair against his chest where his heart beat sounded in her ears.
Truth be told, he loved getting to see what he left in the women he slept with. Some were more embarrassed than others, hiding under blankets before he could catch a glimpse, but it felt like the same kind of satisfaction he’d felt when he’d pushed through Angela’s hymen. It almost felt like he was marking them somehow. Or claiming them? Whatever the case, knowing they were going to carry his child and seeing the proof of that fact never failed to satisfy whatever part of him that had enjoyed such brutish behavior.
“I-Is it always this much?” she continued to marvel, prompting a nervous chuckle.
“Not exactly?” Tomas flushed slightly. “At least, not before the vault and the drugs. And even then, I might have gotten… a little excited,” he admitted embarrassed. Angela returned his pink expression in response, as was expected, but a small smile also seemed to brighten her pale features. Suddenly she was peering up at him from his chest, her blue eyes staring through the long bows of her eyelashes.
“I’m glad.” She admitted, unusually bold as she laid a hand against his skin. “I can’t imagine how many women you’ll have to be with, but a selfish part of me can’t help but want this time to be special for you, even a little.” Her joy turned suddenly bashful. “And, even though I’m inexperienced, I’m happy to hear you were able to enjoy yourself. I… don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this day in my entire life.” She sighed then, equal parts wistful and satisfied before hiding her face against his chest.
“Of course I’ll remember today,” Tomas reassured. And he meant it. “I know I’ll need to have sex with a lot of women. But I can’t imagine I’ll have the chance to sleep with a lot of friends. Thank you for trusting me with something so special. I… just hope I was able to help you with whatever you were looking for.”
His expression dropped for a moment then, consideration drawing his brow together. As much as he wanted to forget… part of him couldn’t help but still wonder what had brought this beautiful woman to his bed and life. She’d said that the reason doesn’t matter, but she’d been so afraid for a moment before he’d been able to distract her.
Despite his better judgment, the worry continued to fester as the pair enjoyed the brief moment of silence, a moment that ended as soon as Tomas gave voice to the thoughts plaguing his consciousness.
“Hey…” he started, back to the awkward, anxious young man, “you didn’t want to tell me before, I guess because you were afraid that I’d change my mind, but I can almost promise that there is a very small chance you won’t walk away pregnant from today. So,” he hesitated again, wondering if he was opening a can of worms better left alone. Curiosity got the better of him eventually, weighed only slightly by the genuine concern he felt for his new friend.
“So,” he repeated, ‘if you don’t mind, can I ask the real reason you wanted this baby? I mean, besides the whole raging slut part.” He did his best to smile, hoping to lighten the mood. But Angela’s figure had quickly stilled beside his own and his features slowly dropped, worried that he might have just ruined the mood.
For a long moment, he stared at Angela who’s face remained pressed against his side. He couldn’t see her expression and the longer she remained silent, the more he worried that he’d invited memories better left forgotten. Just when he was about to reach out and retract the curiosity, her eyes finally turned to meet his own.
“I suppose I can,” her tone was quiet and much more subdued than how she had sounded ev0en moments ago. “no, actually, maybe it’s better to say that I should tell you. You’ve done so much to help me. But, it’s a little embarrassing. I don’t even know where to start. I-.” she stopped then, a shuddering breath vibrating through her back as leaned away, putting just enough space between them that they could see each other’s features.
“I’m… really pathetic, you know?” she asked, an apologetic smile accentuating the sorrow in her gaze.
Tomas blinked at the admission, about to reach out and deny the claim when she continued, “no, seriously. I am. I’ve spent my entire life just doing as I was told. By my parents, by my minders, by my teachers, I’ve never had to make a single decision in my entire life: not even the clothes that I wore or the books that I read. I might as well have been a puppet that never even thought about the strings guiding her along. I…” she paused then, frustration and anger twisting her face and prompting Tomas to reach out only to falter as the next words left her mouth.
“My mother sent me here.” She breathed out, as though speaking the words had taken everything in her. Tomas' eyes widened imperceptibly, but Angela quickly explained as though now that the admission was in the open everything she’d been holding back was rushing to follow after.
“She… hates it here. She hates everything about living here — the food, the room we were given, our beds, and she especially hates that she actually has to work. Every day all she can do is compare our life to how things used to be when we had money; money that father used to get us the tickets that saved our lives. But it isn’t enough for her. She just keeps saying that we deserve better, that she deserves better all because she is a Porter… As if that even means anything anymore.” Angela’s blank face lifted only slightly, a rueful shake of her head explaining just what she thought of that notion.
“It’s all she talks about. None of the other women we board with will even look at us anymore, because mother won’t stop talking about everything she doesn’t have. A private room. Fresh food. A real bed. But no matter how much she complains or tries to bribe the overseer, Mrs. Mabel just says the same thing. That those things are reserved for the people who put the future of the vault ahead of themselves. For the women who… sleep with you.” And finally, dawning started to shine in the young man’s gaze.
Angela wasn’t done, however, and her frustration and regret only mounted as she moved to shift the blanket out from under her, covering herself as the mood continued to decline.
“She waited outside our class a few times you know, waiting for you. But she must have changed her mind. At first, I thought it was because she was finally adjusting, you know? I mean, burning trash might not be the best job, but she’s not really qualified for anything else. But I should have known better.”
“Even before the vault Mother wasn’t the most… kind-hearted type. It didn’t matter how well I did in school or what good news father brought home from work, the only thing that seemed to make her happy was when an opportunity to increase our wealth made itself apparent. I used to try so hard to gain her attention growing up. Thinking that just playing that song on the piano a little better or if I managed to stay just a little bit quieter she would look at me with the same pride and excitement as she did our bank account. But that never happened. And now, ever since all that money and influence is gone, all she can think about is how to gain it back.”
“Which is why I was so… happy when it seemed like she was getting better!” the young girl suddenly professed, a deeper sorrow clenching her face. “I wanted to believe so badly that this could be a fresh start, that having each other would be enough. Father… father spent so much time working I hardly got to see him much as it was. So, losing him, well, it didn’t change much. But I really thought this could be me and my mother’s chance to grow closer together.”
“But,” she hesitated, calming down and dropping her face towards her lap as her finger balled the bedspread into her fist, “but I was wrong. She never changed her mind. At least, not in the way I’d been thinking. She was still planning how to gain a better station all along, just in a different way from everyone else. An easier way than having another baby herself.”
Finally, she fell silent allowing the thought to remain unfinished and knowing Tomas had already understood. Nevertheless, if only because he hoped it wasn’t true, he found his voice filling in the blanks of its own volition.
“She sent you…” Tomas answered and was acutely aware of the way Angela’s hunched shoulders deepened, standing eerily out against her lithe frame.
“I’m under eighteen.” She explained without emotion. “So, if I was given a private room, I’d still need a parent or guardian to look after me. I’m not allowed to live on my own. My mother wouldn’t get her own room, but it would still be better than the dorm we’re sharing with several other women. She’d even get to eat all the food the vault would give me and sleep in a real bed. She’d get nearly everything that she wanted without paying any of the price. Not a bad deal when the only thing you need to sacrifice is your own daughter.”
Whether she intended it or not, it was clear that Angela was deeply hurt, nearly spitting the last sentence out while curling around herself. And while Tomas found himself wanting nothing more than to reach out and offer his comfort, his own emotions betrayed him, and he found himself utterly unable to do anything but sit there and reflect on what he’d just done.
Silence followed, thick and ugly leaving Tomas to feel like the worst piece of trash that ever lived. He shouldn’t have said yes, he shouldn’t have given this girl what she’d said that she’d wanted no matter how much she’d argued. But he had. And for what, a pretty face? It was the worst kind of outcome he could have guessed and somehow still worse than that.
Unbidden, his mind flashed back to just a few hours earlier in the day when the three of them had been sitting around the table, and Camille had been asking about Angela’s motivations and how… ironic her face had become at the notion of teenage rebellion. Well, it looked like he finally understood why.
He didn’t know what to say. If he’d known, if she’d just told him… but he hadn’t, and neither had she. And now, remembering the amount of cum he’d just unleashed into her body, all that was left was for him to apologize.
Angela wouldn’t give him the chance.
“Would you like to hear the worst part?” the question popped up seemingly awkward in the heavy atmosphere. Strangely enough, her expression matched that notion, an oddly humorous tight-lipped smile peeking over the hill of Angela’s knees tucked beneath her chin.
“I…” Tomas hesitated. Did he? Because he seriously didn’t think he did. But looking at Angela’s face and seeing the lack of devastation, something close to hope stirred in his chest. Enough of it to give him the courage to nod. In answer, Angela’s smile actually widened as though she were proud of his decision.
“I… didn’t even question it,” the younger girl revealed, eyes suddenly vacant as she recalled the conversation with her mother, how the older woman had just approached her after a shift explaining the new plan and Angela’s expectations. It had been… surprising to be sure. But that had been all.
There hadn’t been any yelling, not even a bout of denial. She’d simply answered that she would do her best, entirely unprepared and unaware of what she was agreeing to right up until the moment she was about to be impregnated. Like it was another piano recital or sport that she was expected to take up for the good of the family’s image.
“She flat out told me that she expected me to sleep with you and have a baby just so she could pretend she was still rich, and I didn’t hesitate to agree. The idea didn’t even cross my mind. Here she was, my own mother selling her only daughter, and I just went along with it like an idiot approaching you without stopping to think about what having a baby would actually meant. I was just doing what I’d always done, what I was told.”
“I’m so sorry,” Tomas whispered, face tight against the guilt. He reached for her, but his hand stopped halfway wondering if it would only make things worse. Then she did something that stopped the ice from settling in his gut, she turned completely and smiled at him.
“No,” she shook her head, the cheerfulness from before back and even warmer somehow. “Don’t be. I might have approached you today just listening to my mother, but you did something today that no one else has ever done for me, something that made all the difference. You gave me a choice when I thought there was none.” And there it was. The single moment that had turned out to mean more to Angela than she could ever say.
It might seem small. It might seem silly. But it made all the difference to a girl so desperately searching for her own identity. To say no, to walk away, to wonder if this was something she wanted, she’d been allowed to consider all of these things for the first time in her life. And when the time had come to make her decision, she did so knowing that she picked her path for her own reasons, to feel and experience the joy and love of another person in the most expressive way their species could display. Not for her mother and her selfish, selfish greed.
“I might have ended up doing what she wanted in the end, but only because I decided to, and because it was something I wanted to happen. I wanted to have sex with you. I wanted to understand what it felt like to held by a man and to make love. And that’s what matters more than anything else.” She paused then, allowing a hand to slowly trail down towards her stomach.
“Don’t get me wrong; I’m still kind of nervous by the idea of someone growing inside of me.” A tight chuckle followed. “The concept of family to me, it’s so twisted and dark. But this way, I get to make my own family! I get to decide what our lives will be. And I’ve decided I want to love this baby with all of my heart and give it all the chance to grow and experience as much life as this vault allows.”
Tomas… didn’t understand. At least, not fully. But looking down at her warm smile and seeing her cup the space above her womb, he could at least recognize that she seemed happy. And for him… that would have to be enough.
“As long as your happy,” he scratched the back of his head, not really sure that he helped at all. And the way she smiled at him only increased that discomfort.
“I am,” she affirmed brightly. “This day could have gone very differently. It would have been so easy to quickly take care of me before sending me back, and nothing in my life would have changed. I’ve no doubt my mother will be pleased nevertheless at the outcome, however,” a more rebellious expression came to life as she sat a little straighter on the bed, eyes alight. “If she thinks that she can continue to control me, then she will be very disappointed.” She looked so proud of herself at that moment. Tomas couldn’t help but grin.
Unfortunately, his discomfort in the situation wouldn’t be washed away so easily. For one reason or another, this particular situation seemed to hit a particularly sour note, one that he couldn’t stomach.
“I’m just so sick of it,” he shook his head, frowning towards his lap. “all these adults doing whatever they want. I mean, I get that we’re teenagers and our situation is a little… precarious, but it always seems like people like that always get everything they want leaving the rest of us to pick up the pieces.”
Angela put on a concerned expression, more than aware of his position in the vault and the trials he most likely faced. And even the ones she had no idea about. But as much fun as nonstop sex seemed, there was stress to the situation.
It was hard feeling as though you had no control over your own life. She’d only just begun to enjoy the taste of freedom, but Tomas’ position was much less accommodating. No matter how much of a leash they gave him, it didn’t change the fact that someone else would always be holding the other end. A looming shadow that didn’t dissipate no matter how much he tried.
“I suppose, no matter how hard we fight back, there will always be some restrictions we can’t shake free. After all, there’s not a lot we could actually do. I’ll be forced to live with my mother no matter how much she’s hurt me. I can only hope that someday she will come to realize her mistakes, although I seriously doubt that she’ll ever change.” Tomas nodded his head before he could stop himself.
Quietly in the privacy of his own thoughts, most would probably be surprised by the seed of resentment that had already sprouted. Shy and timid, he was used to bottling his complaints up, but for some reason, this emotion in particular refused to be set aside. And for a good reason.
Maybe it was because he could sympathize with Angela so much. After all, how different was his situation with his own mother? Hadn’t she done the exact same thing, selling him to the vault instead? The overseer and her panel might have voiced his role as a choice, but the more he realized how vital his job was, the less likely he was to believe they would have let him walk away.
Maybe they might have tried to seduce him at some point, perhaps with another woman like Abigail who’d been able to read him like an open book. Or even with an even less savory method. Thoughts of being locked away in a room “for his safety,” and waiting for the drugs he was already on to drive him insane came to mind… often. At least, much more than he was comfortable with. And that was really the problem.
He… was powerless. It might not seem that way, especially to the women who needed him just to escape the hell of work, but with a bodyguard watching his every step, a tracker in his suit, and everyone’s eyes on him, he might as well have been an animal tagged and stored for breeding.
It sucked. And seeing Angela in a similar position only fueled those angry flames. Except, there was a small difference. Namely, while he couldn’t do anything to the overseer and everyone else interfering in his life, Angela’s mother wasn’t nearly as untouchable. Suddenly, devious thoughts started to turn his frown into a contemplative consideration.
“Tom?” Angela asked, watching the shift in his demeanor. His eyes sparkled ever so slightly in answer.
“Hold on.” And the next thing she knew, she was watching Tomas scramble towards the nest of discarded clothes only to return with a computer of all things latched around his wrist.
“This thing has a list of every woman in the vault. It supposed to let me figure out who I’ve been with and who still needs to have a baby,” he explained scrolling through the list of names until Porter came into view. Two names eventually blinked into existence, Angela and a woman named Maria?
“Is this your mom?” he selected the name pulling her photo onto the display. A curious Angela only had to take one glance before nodding her head. Tomas turned back to the image, suddenly scrutinizing the woman in question.
When he’d first met Angela, the beautiful pale-faced girl had seemed like a princess in modern times. If Tomas followed that same line of thought, the woman staring back at him could only be described as a queen, ruthless and experienced and staring forward with a cold, haughty stare that clearly believed itself above lesser people. Which should only further compound the fact that Tomas still found her unbelievably beautiful despite her sharp expression.
She looked so much like Angela, right down to the same crystalline blue eyes and hair so pale it seemed white. But where Tomas had looked at the daughter and thought she could grow up to be a model, the woman he was seeing was that vision realized.
The only difference being a much shorter haircut framing her clearly hostile stare and a figure that was, how to put it, full. At least, much fuller than her daughter would ever manage. Looks like she’d gotten those genes from her father’s side of the family.
“I don’t understand,” Angela interrupted his scrutiny, blinking at the change in mood. “what are you planning?”
Tomas’ answer was short and sweet, followed by a suddenly eager smile. “I was just thinking that if your mom is going to get all this stuff anyway, maybe it would be nice if we made sure that she earned it. The real way.” Angela’s frown just deepened, clearly confused. But Tomas’ smile just widened before he began to explain exactly what was on his mind.
A/N: Hopefully that got a few of you excited for the next chapter. I’ve been looking forward to this part of the story for awhile as we get to see Tomas grow some confidence in how he handles women. we also get to see some of the darker aspects of his position and some of the new fears he’s started to develop. These will all be important aspects of his character will greatly affect the decisions she makes going forward.
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