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A/N: You guys… ah, you guys knew I meant NEXT March, right? Hehe… *pulls at neckline*
Yeah, so it’s been a while. Sorry about that. Anyone that wants an in-depth explanation can feel free to PM me. Otherwise, I’ll just say that I took on too many commissions at once and I didn’t have the time for my monthly stories. I’m sorry for not saying anything, but I honestly didn’t think it would take this long to update. Unfortunately, then a new job came around and other aspects of life that needed my attention until it’s finally been a year.
But I never stopped writing. And I NEVER thought about leaving this story to die. I’ve had quite a few people asking me if this story is dead, and the answer is no. I would never just walk away without saying anything.
That said, with Covid-19 going on and so much fear in the world right now, I think we can all do with a little distraction while we’re stuck indoors.
Hopefully this makes a few of your days a little brighter.
Vault chapter 12
Tag(s): Blowjob, fingering, forced-orgasm.
Words: 8460
Maria…may have miscalculated.
The smooth sensation of Tomas slipped past her now swollen lips as the middle-aged woman bobbed her head at a dutiful pace.
Her tongue, just as enthusiastic, licked and coiled around his length with all the technique she’d been afforded over sixteen years of marriage. And yet, where she should have felt relief feeling the spongy head at the back of her throat suddenly swell and deposit its load in her mouth, all she experienced was exasperation.
The sensation of his hand on the back of her head tightened, coiling in the shorn locks of platinum blond hair tickling her cheek. It held her there, unexpectedly strong as if demanding her obedience.
This sting along her scalp would prove to be the least of her troubles. Instead, her attention remained fixed on the musky, bitter flavor punching the back of her throat with each heady pulse filling the small cavity of her mouth.
She groaned, sickened and exhausted in a way she wasn’t used to.
After three servings of the vile fluid, you’d think she’d start to adjust to that particular distaste. But then, you’d also think three blowjobs would be enough to sate any man’s appetite.
Both assumptions would prove to be wrong, made evident by the steady throb that resounded along her lips fit firmly around his turgid girth.
Another groan sounded, this time fueled by frustration as the hand against her skull urged her upwards without so much as a word. He forced her to continue her service as her jaw cried out in protest.
Glancing up through her lashes, the tight, furled expression of a boy in the midst of a temper tantrum was all that greeted her, the sound of his labored breath heavy in her ears.
Maria’s orbs burned with a rage that refused to be tamed. She’d gotten herself into this situation, of course. But that didn’t make her anger towards the boy she was currently fellating any less acute considering his own part in her humiliation.
He’d been the one to call on her, after all. He’d been the one that expected her to strip down and spread her legs like some carnival ride.
She’d had no choice but to try and reason with him, as manipulative as her methods might have come across. But where she’d been hoping to find an easily exploitable child, she’d discovered something far more dangerous…
The good thing about men, the only good thing, was a simple fact that, no matter how controlling they tried to be, no matter how stubborn or self-important, they had an off switch. A happy button. A simple action that shut them up and shut them down long enough for women like Maria to get what they needed.
It was a similarity that Tomas did not share.
It wasn’t natural. No, worse than that. It wasn’t human! By this point in the night, he should have been beyond spent. He should be little more than a limp tube of flesh with balls like raisins and a dumb, pliant grin on his cheeks!
It was quickly becoming apparent that he’d been getting his own little chemical cocktail right alongside the women. But whereas the Vault’s drugs had turned them into fat-titted cows, they had gifted him with unusual stamina bordering on the supernatural.
Maria felt honest worry starting in her chest. Perhaps if she could feel him soften in her mouth, or if the volume of his release tapered slightly, she could find the strength to continue.
He allowed for none of that, as hard and insistent as the moment she’d teased him into accepting an alternative to the hole between her legs.
But that had been before she’d made the mistake of getting greedy and attempting to escape early. And rather than giving into his guilt, Tomas was intent on taking the emotion out on her instead.
Now this teenage boy saw her as an outlet for his desires, a toy to be used without guilt or regard. Because, as far as he was concerned, she was the “bad guy.” And naturally, anything he did to her was part of the reprimand that she deserved.
It was bullshit, Maria knew, and an excuse so-called “good” people loved to tell themselves right before doing something just as bad as the people they claimed the right to punish.
The unfortunate reality was, in this situation, he had all the power, a truth she desperately needed to keep him from realizing. But unless she did something to change the mood back in her favor, her chances of walking away without a bastard in her belly shrank by the minute.
Knees aching against the cold metal floor and back bowed forward, her entire body rolled with the motions of her lips, giving Tomas as much of a show as an experience.
For all his stubbornness, Maria had a few secret weapons of her own. Feeling the cock in her lips swell up for a fourth time that evening, the older woman decided it was time to deploy a few.
Semen filled her mouth. Maria swallowed it down as she’d been forced to do every time before it, feeling the added weight settle in her now queasy belly. She shook the sensation off, pushing back from Tomas hard enough to escape his grip.
He let her go without too much trouble, still shaking in the afterglow of yet another orgasm. And when he opened his eyes, he would find his cock cold and the older woman leaned away from him, a mixture of his seed and her spit decorating her chin and throat trickling all the way down to her heaving breasts.
Tomas’ lungs gasped in his chest, a light pink color swirling beneath the pale white of his complexion. Sweating slightly, it was clear that, despite Maria’s fears, the constant pleasure and release were taking their toll. Just not in the place that mattered.
Truth be told, he was a little surprised by his abilities. Sure, he’d played with himself enough at home to test his limits, like most young men. Not to mention the exercise he’d experienced with actual women since entering the vault. And yet, neither had pushed him quite as hard as Maria, who seemed intent on sucking the life out of him.
His balls…hurt. Not severely, but notably enough to detract a bit from the warm heat swirling through his body with each hammering pulse of his heart.
It was clear that his body was telling him that he did have a limit. And that he should slow down, at the very least. And while he would normally be more than happy to take a break, get a glass of water, maybe enjoy a quick nap before jumping back in, he had something to prove.
His eyes drew down Maria’s body slowly, a small spark of vindication flaring at the sight of her.
She hid it well, face blank and hands folded politely in her naked lap, but the way her shoulder’s rose and fell belied her heavy breath. And the look in her eye was a little too sharp.
Despite himself, Tomas felt something close to pride rear up.
“Giving up?” he challenged, his voice unusually bold in the way he met her steely gaze. He didn’t realize he’d been smirking until those same eyes flashed with something dangerous. But he didn’t back down, somehow finding satisfaction in her anger.
“I won’t blame you if you do,” he went on, palming his cock and offering his soaked shaft a few lazy pumps as if she needed a reminder of its turgid state. “You must be getting tired. Just hop up on the bed, and it can be over in a few minutes. I won’t even drag it out.”
Was that the truth, though? Part of him wondered as he stared down at her. He knew he wanted it to be honest, but then he tried to imagine it.
The ache in his balls all but forgotten for a moment, Tomas knew himself well enough that he recognized, if she gave him the chance, he had every intention of taking his time. For her own punishment, and his reward.
If he did win, if she broke before he did, there was no way he’d be able to stop himself from enjoying the insufferable woman for as long as his body could hold out.
He shivered, realizing the lie for what it was. It was unusually malicious of him, and he knew he should be surprised by the emotion. Instead, all he could focus on was the picture of this woman beneath him, gasping, panting, and finally, filled to the brim with as much of himself as he could fit inside of her.
As if she could read his thoughts, Tomas watched her eyes shrink back for a moment, a shadow of fear surfacing from beneath her mask for the first time since she’d walked through the door.
It disappeared just as quickly, and in its place, Tomas sat uncomfortably as Maria’s ice-cold blue eyes shifted, becoming thoughtful once more.
He was beginning to recognize that calculating expression which did nothing to lessen the shivers running up his spine. He watched the older woman reduce him to what amounted to an obstacle she had to work around.
“Tomas,” she eventually smiled, a gentle, nurturing expression coming to life. The effect was powerful. Enough that, for a moment, Tomas found himself wanting to smile back. A testament to how practiced her masks must have developed.
Maria paused before continuing, taking his silence as a positive sign.
Shifting forward on her knees, she waited until she was back at his feet, and allowed her hand to trail up the young man’s thigh in slow, teasing lines aimed towards his cock.
“Tomas, have I done anything to upset you? You’re acting…a little cold.” The obvious statement was obvious, which didn’t stop Tomas from raising an eyebrow. Maria’s charming laugh tinkled in a genuinely charismatic flash of white teeth.
“Oh, dear! I hope you’ll believe me when I say that this was never my intention. It couldn’t be farther from the truth, in fact.”
Her eyelids lowered then, long bowed eyelashes fanning downward giving more definition to her already bright orbs. “I want nothing more than for us to be wonderful friends.”
Her hand swallowed the distance grabbing Tomas’ cock by the base and offering the throbbing appendage a few slow pumps, still wet by her own choked saliva.
“Friends…” Tomas answered, his tone openly dubious despite the fact that his eyes had shifted from her…frustratingly attractive features and down to her hand.
“Of course!” Maria cooed, “friends help each other, after all. And isn’t that all we’re doing here, the two of us? Helping each other? At least, that’s the way I’ve chosen to look at this.”
The pad of her thumb moved up pressing against the sensitive underside of his head with middling force. A rocking pressure began to massage the tender area, sending a different kind of pleasure tingling up his spine.
“I want to enjoy a life of luxury without the burden of a child, and you’re looking to let off some stress. I suppose I was mistaken in my assumptions towards what kind of stress, but I hope you won’t hold it against me. I promise I was only acting on what I thought to be your best interest. Hmm, but I suppose a simple apology isn’t exactly sincere enough to make up for my mistake.”
Her eyes then lit up, as if suddenly discovering a fantastic idea.
“Oh! I know. How about I offer a little… special service. Certainly, that should make up for my mistake?”
“Special service?” Tomas managed, finding his thoughts somewhat distracted by the impressive motions taking place in his lap.
Hearing his heated tone, Maria's kind mask slipped ever so slightly to reveal the smirk lurking underneath.
“Very special,” she promised. “In fact, I never even let my own husband enjoy what I’ve got in mind. So how about you lay back and let your new friend take care of everything?” And as Tomas found a hand pressing against his bare chest, he found his curiosity and arousal high enough to do as she said.
What Maria failed to mention was that the reason she’d never offered this particular favor to her husband was because she hadn’t been gifted with the right equipment to do so. At the time, at least.
That said, lifting a breast in each hand, the older woman considered that all these hormones and drugs might be good for something after all.
The mother of one gathered her flowing breasts in each hand, shuffling a bit closer between Tomas’ stretched legs. She allowed her impressive bust to swallow his length completely, rapping the turgid pillar of flesh in the softness of her chest.
Tomas watched her the entire time, chin pinned against his sternum.
Narrowed and suspicious at first, his eyes quickly widened with astonishment as soon as he realized what she was doing. And feeling the smooth sensation of a woman's skin and the gentle texture of her breasts, he was utterly amazed that such a thing was possible.
Maria didn’t stop there. Instead, maintaining pressure on each side of her breast, the firm, warm sensation of Tomas began to slide in and out of her cleavage.
The leftover combination of spit and cum made for a sufficient lubricant against the older woman’s already flawless complexion. And seeing Tomas’ eyes flutter towards the back of his head, Maria’s smile finally twisted into smug satisfaction.
There, better. That expression was much closer to how she wanted him. Satisfied. Drunk on his own lust. And most importantly, too dumb to do anything but what she permitted. And to make sure of just that, the older woman quickly began to pick up her pace, the entirety of her torso bobbing up and down in tempo with her chest.
For Tomas, the young man remained too fixated on the new sensations registering around his cock to worry about Maria’s machinations.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a woman’s breasts could be used in such a way. But now that he was allowed to experience the warm, soft pressure rubbing up and down his pulsing flesh, he couldn’t look away from the incredible picture playing out in front of him.
The mother of his friend’s face was as beautiful as ever, no matter how ugly she might be on the inside. But that internal rot did nothing to detract from the natural allure and attraction Tomas felt every time he glanced at her dizzying blue eyes, half-lidded and sultry to match the teasing grin pulling at her plump and kissable lips.
Beneath that, the weight of her breasts were on full display, their soft, malleable mass cradled in each of her hands.
As milky and pale as the rest of her skin, their shape and softness would draw any man’s eyes and Tomas found himself just as affected. And there, peeking out from between her splayed fingers, he could still catch hints of her darker red nipples, puckered and tight with her natural arousal.
Between all of that, his cock pushed in and out of the soft tit flesh, his sensitive tip piercing and gliding through the cushioned valley. And while slightly dryer than what he was used to, what there lacked in lubricant was easily made up for in mind-numbing friction, creating a warmth gentle enough to be enjoyed.
In reality, compared to her mouth or even a vagina, the sensation was middling in terms of the pleasure on his part.
However, the novelty and excitement of discovering a new method of enjoying a woman’s body more than made up for it. As well as the other rush he received, watching her perform for his pleasure.
‘Women’s bodies…really were incredible things,’ he marveled.
Before the vault, back when he’d been another awkward teenager, he’d been just as amazed at their shape and allure without ever having spoken to one in earnest. But that never stopped his imagination. And in terms of inspiration, when it came to a teenage boy with more time and sexual frustration than courage, there could be no equal.
Their breasts, their backsides, their hair and faces, and lips, and everything else about women were so damned beautiful. He used to imagine what it would be like to explore all of that, to tear down their buttoned blouses and conservative skirts and map every last inch of their enticing curves.
In the initial excitement of the apocalypse, it seemed as though that part of him had gotten lost.
Faced with the fear and unknown consequences of his very existence in the new reality of the vault, he’d been too bogged down by pressure and responsibility to capture that initial excitement—a responsibility that impacted every woman he approached.
But in that responsibility came caution. An automatically empathic response that forced him to remain…passive lest he make women any more uncomfortable than they already were by his presents.
That had been his mistake in how he’d approached Maria. He’d given her the same cautious courtesy he’d done his best to afford to everyone in the vault. And the older woman had been all too happy to take advantage of this fact, all the while making it look like she was the one doing him a favor.
She’d presented him with this chance to do anything in the world, and he’d frozen up. And watching her breasts slide up and down his shaft, Tomas couldn’t help but wonder if a woman had approached him with the same offer as Maria before the bombs, what would have been his answer?
“Stop,” Tomas grunted, picking himself off the bed much calmer than he’d been a few minutes ago.
All the anger and stress he’d experienced moments ago evaporated in the face of reflection. In its place, there was an energy glimmering in his eyes, eager and curious. “Get up on the bed.”
Maria stilled, her hands freezing around her breasts as his cock slid out from her cleavage. Her calm, confident smirk all but evaporated, all the worst-case scenarios flashing through her now blank stare.
“N-Now, wait just one moment-,” she warned.
Tomas felt a strange flash of emotion flutter in his stomach, enjoying her wide eyes before he eventually explained.
“Relax,” he sighed, “I’m not going back on our deal. I’ve just got some…things of my own I want to try.” The admission came off a bit bashful. And yet, the enthusiasm quickly returned, along with his devious smirking grin. “You don’t have a problem with that, right, friend?”
It was Maria’s turn to frown, caution and unease coming to the surface in the face of Tomas’ sudden shift in mood. Off-balance was ideal, angry she knew how to control, but this left her feeling nervous for some reason.
It was after she caught the boy’s eyes flickering down towards her breasts that she allowed herself to slowly rise from the floor, taking care to keep an eye turned in his direction as she reluctantly followed his direction.
“Of course not… friend,” she flashed a strained smile.
Her posed and elegant posture thrust her breasts forward before she leaned to crawl onto the soft mattress and settle on her back—feather-soft pillows cradling her skull.
Her eyes remained sharp and careful, staring up at Tomas’ nervous interest with all the scrutiny of a wolf being asked to present itself before a lamb. But Tomas had stopped paying attention to her face entirely, enraptured eyes turning towards her figure.
Suspicion aside, Maria never gave up an opportunity to show off. Especially not when there was something to gain. And whatever was coming, the older woman couldn’t imagine it being made worse from some additional arousal on Tomas’ part.
Arms stretched above her head and hips cocked to the side, her inviting posture seemed more fit for a photoshoot or one of the teenager’s old pinups. Except, she was real, and she was his to do with as he pleased.
The effect still left him somewhat dazed as Tomas stared down at her, eyes wide and smile growing. But this time, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and touch her body, a strange sense of confidence surging through him when she did nothing to push him away.
His breath came faster, testing the tip of his finger against the warm alabaster that made up the length of this devilish woman’s figure. Her stomach remained toned and fit arguing the fact that she’d ever given birth the first time.
Following the rise and fall of her breath for a few seconds, his hand began to move upwards, blazing a teasing path past her navel and over her ribs before finally falling on her breasts.
He already knew exactly how soft the orb would feel before he tested the delicious texture with the softest of squeezes.
The whole of his hand wrapped around the warm mound, a delicious tingle tickling his palm against her tight nipple. And all the while, Maria simply continued to lay there, eyes lidded and cautious as they watched Tomas play with her body.
His fingers were long and thin, much like the rest of his gangly figure. But the way he touched her was gentle, and the soft texture of his digits was begrudgingly pleasant.
Compared to the much rougher experience she’d suffered through taking him inside of her mouth, this was by far preferable. And yet, feeling his attention drift towards the wide patch of her nipples, the measured pace of her breathing hitched for a moment.
Tomas’ fingers pressed down on the tender nubs watching Maria’s face tighten. Kneeling on the bed beside her, his other hand joined in running up her body. The effect of his touch left a smile on his face as he focused on the sensitive patches of flesh.
He’d been wondering about it, of course. If Angela’s…sensitivity might be hereditary. And watching Maria’s lips suddenly part as his fingers traced around the deep red shade of her areola, it would seem he was right.
Blinking in surprise, Tomas’ eyes trained on Maria’s expression spotting a particularly flushed appearance. Tense and uncomfortable, it was clear she was doing her best to ignore what he was doing, but the effort was wasted.
He’d seen that face before. On women who were enjoying his attention but didn’t want to. Maybe it was because of guilt, or shame, or the conservative mentality that defined their past generation. But if there was one thing he’d learned after all his partners, it was that the mind and body often clashed when it came to pleasure.
Sex felt good. It was as simple as that. It was made to feel good, but so many people had forgotten in the society they came from.
Maria’s fists tightened against the bedspread, a slight shudder rippling through her body. Her entire being focused on her breasts, warmth radiating from wherever the young man’s fingers lingered.
After enough time, the soft mounds seemed to shine with an aching heat centered around her tips. And from there, the feverish sensation spread, creeping through her veins like an infection setting her body and blood ablaze.
It was one of her few weaknesses. As much as Maria would have like to blame her breast’s sensitivity on the drugs, she’d lived her entire life suffering from the affliction—as well as enjoying it, when she wanted to appreciate the effects of a lover’s talented hands.
But that was the problem; she couldn’t turn it off. And even the softest, smoothest brassieres often stimulated her smaller breasts enough to distract her throughout her day.
Her husband had often enjoyed using this knowledge against her in the early days of their courtship, sneaking hands up her shirt to listen to her squeak. The same shameful noise that suddenly tore from her throat as Tomas’ fingers pinched down, sending equal parts of pain and pleasure arcing through her chest.
“Careful!” Maria snapped, forgetting her composure for a moment to snarl in irritation. She hated it when men did that, treating her breasts like squeak toys. “They aren’t damned radio dials. Gentle, please!”
If Tomas felt empathetic, his broad smile certainly didn’t mirror that emotion. But then, he’d easily been able to recognize the sound she’d made had not been one of pain.
That said, he did release her tips for a small break, returning his attention to the whole of her breasts and earning a long groan from the woman attached to them as her head flopped back onto her pillow.
“Angela was pretty sensitive too,” he admitted, somehow finding the comparison more endearing than creepy.
Maria was not of the same mind, lip curling ever so slightly at the intimate knowledge of her own flesh and blood. Thankfully, her attention was quickly distracted feeling his fingers knead into her swollen tissue.
“I’ll hope you treated her with more courtesy than me.” The comment came off more sarcastic than genuinely concerned.
“Oh, I was,” Tomas reassured anyway, sounding proud of himself and the way he’d handled the much younger girl. It only made the way he was touching that same girl’s mother that much more malicious.
As if to prove that point, the teenager couldn’t help but sink his fingers deeper into her breasts watching the softer flesh press from between his fingers.
“Ahh!” Maria gasped, eyes widening unprepared for the sudden sensation. But no matter how pained the sound of her voice might have come off, there was no confusion in the way her back had arched up into his hands.
When Maria opened her eyes again, the cool blue orbs were blazing at the picture of his confident smirk.
“Although I will admit, the noises she made weren't nearly as cute.” Maria’s cheeks burned beneath her glare.
The older woman didn’t say anything right away in favor of a deep breath. Collecting herself came quickly enough, and then her flirtatious smile was back in full force.
“Well, if that’s what you’re interested in, all you needed to do was ask,” she cooed sweetly. And before Tomas could blink, her composed features opened into a mask of wanton arousal followed by a low groan of unwarranted pleasure.
“Ooooh~!” Maria breathed, her chest heaving dramatically with the sudden gasp the followed.
“Mmmmh! Oh, Tomas, your hands are soooo gooood~. Touch me more!” the older woman insisted, voluntarily thrusting her breast into his hands while she threw her head back with another wave of exclamatory celebration. “Ahhhh, yes! Such a man!” More sounds of unbridled lust followed despite his hand falling still.
Rather than turn him on, it took everything in him to keep from rolling his eyes at the display. He was good, after all, but not that good. And while some guys might like the over the top reaction, all Tomas could hear was the woman’s sarcasm practically dripping from every noise.
She was mocking him, clear and straightforward—no doubt a small retaliation to his teasing.
Eventually, Maria would fall silent. And opening her eyes to a very dry stare, a more honest smile quickly came to life, clearly thinking she was much cuter than she was.
“Are you done?” was Tomas’ only response. To which Maria chuckled, reaching out to draw a long, pointed nail down his bare chest.
“Was it good for you?” she winked. And this time the younger man couldn’t help a tired smile.
“You’re laughing, but if you’re not careful, I’ll show you what I can do,” he threatened, unusually confident in his abilities. Too confident, if Maria’s raised brow was any indication.
The challenge was enough to make the teenager’s decision for him. And he made sure to stare into Maria’s amused expression as his hand released her breast, tracing down her fit belly where he’d started. But this time, he didn’t stop there and maria’s eyes flashed.
Feeling his fingers brush the pale blond hair’s curling from her mons, whatever humor that was on Maria’s face instantly vanished as her legs pressed tightly together.
It was Tomas’ turn to smirk. And Maria, full of laughter and grins moments ago, had once again retreated to her guarded expression. An emotionless mask that proved to expose her unease, ironically. He usually did his best to reassure women. But with Maria…
“Tomas….” Maria warned, her tone hardening. But Tomas’ hand stayed where it was, close enough to feel the humid heat peeking between her clenched thighs.
“Maria,” he answered in the same warning tone, only to be met with an unamused stare.
He rolled his eyes. “Look,” he sighed, “these drugs might have done a lot of crap, but as far as I know they don’t let me knock anyone up with my fingers.” He gave the digits a teasing wiggle. “That is unless you were hoping for something slightly more substantial to enjoy?”
Maria’s reserved frown lasted for another moment as she stared at him. Unfortunately, he was still well within his rights to do as he pleased, and there was little she could do to argue against him.
“Hoping to spare you the embarrassment, more like,” she challenged back. “If my pleasure is your aim, I'd hate to see you go through the trouble. You’ll find I’m not quite like the simpler women you’ve no doubt enjoyed so far.”
So, what, she was saying that she wasn’t as horny as other women? Tomas met her contemptuous stare, incredulous for the barest of moments.
How? Because she had money? Because she was raised differently? Because of her blood?
Each idea was more ridiculous than the last, and yet Tomas had no problem accepting the woman in front of him believed every one of them. Just like he was sure she thought she was rich because she deserved to be, and that she left bathrooms smelling of nothing but roses and daffodils.
But just because she believed it, didn’t mean it was true. And the young man had never felt more tempted to demonstrate this fact.
“Oh boy,” Tomas gave a dramatic sigh, struggling to keep his face straight, “you know, you’re probably right. But ah, I can’t help but want to… explore you a bit. You wouldn’t have a problem with that, would you?”
He was as poor an actor as he was a liar, and Maria’s rueful and irritated stare was proof of that.
Nevertheless, rather than answer, the older woman simply allowed her legs to open, trading her seductive pose to one of shameless vulgarity
Pale thighs parted and knees bowed until the willowy shape slipped up above her hips. The slender appendages fell against the bed comfortably, exposing their center without a hint of shame.
But while the motions were elegant, there was a coldness in her gaze that belied her true feelings. Tomas met her stare for a moment longer before turning towards the challenge Maria had inadvertently invited.
It was funny, despite being with so many women, very few of them were confident or comfortable enough to permit such an in-depth appreciation of their bodies.
Many wouldn’t open their legs until he was already on top of them, and that was if they didn’t demand the act be performed underneath the bedsheets.
Abigale had been an exception to that experience, deciding it necessary for the sake of his education on the matter. And Angela had been another, trusting him to guide her and otherwise oblivious to the shame most women learned about their bodies at some point in their life.
And now, he was allowed the same pleasure with the same girl’s mother, painfully aware of the fact that the young woman he’d just impregnated had herself come from this very opening.
Tomas allowed his fingers to trace the fuzzy blond hair guarding her lips. Soft and downy, the skin underneath was deliciously warm while hinting at a humid moisture all too familiar to his seeking fingers. Following that sensation deeper, he was rewarded with the first of Maria’s restrained sighs.
Tomas enjoyed the treat, ignoring Maria’s huffs and sighs as he allowed his fingers to pull the lips of her sex apart.
Her daughter’s sex had been shy, if it could be described in such a way. Neat, with shorter lips that fit comfortably between her outer folds. A deep line splitting her lips had been the only hint at her femininity hidden deeper inside.
Maria was much the same, Tomas was amused to notice, or she had been at one point. A bit older now, and a bit more mature, time had left its mark allowing her inner folds to protrude a bit, and turning a softer red.
But inside, she was the same feminine pink color as any young woman, glistening with arousal she couldn’t hope to deny with everything so clearly displayed.
His fingers started slowly, tracing her folds with a tenderness that belied his darker intentions. Her hips twitched at the attention, a soft quiver jerking her lower half towards his exploration.
Tomas continued for an extended minute before delving deeper, taking care to keep her lips splayed apart so he could watch his finger trace her sex down towards the dimple guarding her core.
Allowing a finger to circle around her opening, he felt her internal muscles twitch at the teasing. It was begging him for entry even if the woman herself refused to do so.
Allowing this sensation to continue for a while longer, he eventually gave Maria’s body what it wanted, thrusting a finger into her depths. And inside, he found nothing but tight, snug walls grasping at his fingers with a hunger boarding on glutinous.
She certainly felt like the other women. Although, one glance towards her expression wouldn’t suggest she was feeling anything other than a lazy summer morning; albeit, a summer morning with a particularly bothersome toothache.
Nevertheless, seeing her stubborn refusal to so much as hint towards the pleasure he knew she could feel, Tomas found his own indignation rearing up.
‘Fine, if she wanted to play like that, then I can play too.’ It was a plan that exposed his childish nature, and yet he couldn’t help but smirk curling his fingers towards the roof of her tunnel. And finding the slight raise along her smooth canal, Maria was the first to notice, jerking like he’d stabbed her with a knife.
Her previously blank expression hardened, a silent glare sent his way. Tomas stared back innocent as a lamb, even with his fingers rocking against her sensitive spot.
It had the exact effect he was looking for, and his smugness widened as her hard stare fluttered before him. The long eyelashes quivered against her cheek. And her lips, already frowning, pinched down into a firm line against her face.
“Everything alright?” Tomas was bold enough to ask. Knuckle deep in a woman, and here he was trying to make conversation. But watching her laid out on the bed and feeling her walls pulse around him, he couldn’t help but tease the poor woman. “You’re looking a little…tense.”
He picked that moment to brush his thumb along her slit’s apex, earning yet another pelvic jolt.
“Quite relaxed actually,” Maria made no effort to disguise her chagrin, each word uttered through gritted teeth.
The blush that had already started in her face was creeping down towards her collar, inches above her breasts. She kept her breathing even through sheer will alone, but there was nothing she could do about the sweat. “Now, don’t you think you’ve had your fun?”
The woman put on a vicious grin, all but promising revenge, either physically or mentally.
Normally, that much would have been enough to send him running. Or, at the very least, shying back. But something in Maria’s gaze came off as terribly amusing, which was not the effect she’d been hoping for here. It was unfortunate for her, then, that it only made him want to press harder.
“Oh, I’m enjoying myself plenty,” he challenged, “but I’d hate to be the only one. I guess I’ll have to try harder?” He left it as a question, daring her cautioning stare with his own.
Expecting a rebuttal, none came. Instead, he watched her expression harden and her frown deepen, yet she made no move to stop his fingers from worming their way into her body.
“If you want to waste your time,” she huffed like she was the one doing him a favor. And in a way, Tomas could see that she was.
“Hey, what are friends for?” And before she could argue any further, Tomas’ fingers returned to their eager motions, eyes locked on her face watching the reluctant pleasure crack the inside of her cold mask.
‘She’s really going to let me do whatever I want!’ the realization should have been evident from the start, but Tomas still found himself celebrating with an internal whoop and thrilled amazement. Even this much had left an incredible sense of excitement, an emotion that seemed to focus directly around his crotch.
His cock throbbed watching her tense beneath him, the muscles along her thighs fluttering every time his fingers sank into the womanly flesh.
He could see her struggling to keep her legs open, aching to close around his hand. And her face, such a strange mixture of warm and chilly, struggled to maintain its ambivalence the more she began to feel his effects.
Tomas couldn’t look away, mesmerized by each shuddering flinch.
Like this, she was no different from any other woman he’d taken to his bed. Nearly unrecognizable from the confident, manipulative thing who’d introduced herself at the start of the night. And that idea aroused him in a way he’d never experienced before.
It was different than what he was used to feeling, somehow more potent than the drug-induced erection he was forced to carry around.
There was something in him that enjoyed what was happening and wanted to see it taken further. To see Maria taken further. And before he could stop himself, his own arousal surged as he imagined what this woman’s face would look like when she finally came.
Like the turn of a switch, his previously tender and gentle caress turned purposeful, aiming for the specific spots he’d been taught to seek out. And like a puppet forced to dance in the palm of his hand, Tomas’ grin widened as he watched the juices begin to flow.
His fingers worked towards a building pace, curling upwards with each jabbing thrust directly through her core.
The muscles inside clenched each time, warm wet walls of flesh made to welcome a man’s body into her own. Finally, his thumb was added back into the mix, adding a middling pressure against the apex of her slit where a small throbbing bead of nerves peeked out from its hood.
It did exactly what Abigail had told him, and Tomas watched on as her already crumbling willpower collapsed and the lips keeping her voice at bay began to tremble.
The first sound she made was a groan.
Muffled and muted, it was hard to make out over the wet squelch of her sex eagerly devouring the young man’s hand. And yet, with her skin sparkling beneath the harsh lights and breasts expressing with every breath, the deep hum resonated through her body and up Tomas’ wrist.
The next sound was louder, a whimper, much harder to mask. It echoed so sweet and delicious and against everything the older woman tried to project.
By the time the young man managed to get an honest moan out of the frigid wasp, her sex all but burned around his fingers as her own twisted against the bedspread beneath them.
Tomas was glowing in his smug pride, watching the woman he’d targeted fall apart before him. Her face was bright red, a color that stretched far down her collar towards her swollen breasts. And this wasn’t the only way her body betrayed her.
About halfway through his ministrations, twitching and jerking motions along her hips had evolved into something far more steady.
As his own rhythm began to establish itself, she was helpless but to answer in kind. Even as her eyes slammed shut and her lips pinched in refusal, she was unable to help the rolling motion of her full hips as she humped herself against his wrist.
Not like other women, indeed...
Her eyes had locked shut, incapable of looking at him so delighted in her debasement. Instead, she tried to focus and remind herself that her reaction had nothing to do with her own depravity.
It was the drugs. Like everything else, Maria knew the source of the problem inevitably led back to those damnable drugs. Changing their bodies, and now their minds, even she had been reduced to some hormone afflicted tart! Ignoring the symptoms alone had been hard enough, but under Tomas’ hand?
It proved to be the second time she’d underestimated him. Sixteen years of marriage to Jonathan and the overweight oaf had never been close to mapping out her sex so well; if he’d known what to look for in the first place.
Yet, it hadn’t taken this child more than three minutes of exploration before Maria could already feel a steady stream of warm, slick arousal seeping from her mound, answering Tomas stimulation as though she were in some sort of heat.
It was a humiliation with which she was unaccustomed.
While always of a healthy sexual appetite, Maria prided herself on her ability to deny and quench her body’s response to a lover’s hand. A useful skill when she found a male’s ego in need of dousing.
Nothing unnerved a man more than when he was giving it his all, only to see her completely still and stone-faced beneath him.
However, it wasn’t long before she began to notice the symptoms of the drugs, along with every other woman in the vault system’s returning her hormones to that of a teenager and encouraging her to spread her legs for any man willing to seed her.
Though, she was rather proud of the fact that she seemed to be handling the urges better than most.
The number of times she’d been woken up to sounds of hushed pants and fingers pumping in moist depths was beyond description. One time would be too many, and yet the crowd of women she roomed with appeared more beasts than ladies, not even civilized enough to control their sexual needs.
Of course, that meant that Maria had been able to deny those feelings, allowing them to build up more and more, waiting for an opportunity to reach satisfaction.
It would prove to be her undoing.
Pent up and against a hand more practiced at handling a woman than it had any right, a familiar tightness began to wind along her abdomen.
It was all she could do to peek through her clenched expression, blue eyes as sharp as a blade as they glared into Tomas’ open excitement. Not that he noticed, lost in his world of childish glee.
But she was wrong. He was aware, painfully aware, achingly aware. And the fact that she was hating this amazed him all the more, much like his realization that there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming.
She was helpless. Her! The scariest woman he’d ever met.
He could see giving herself to her pleasure was the last thing she wanted to do, but she couldn’t stop it. He was making her feel these things, and time improved his ability, giving him yet more control over this terrifying woman.
The understanding was as incredible as it was arousing.
Thoughts of her feelings and questions of morality quickly fell to the back of his mind watching her face and feeling her sex twist tighter and tighter. No matter how much she glared at him, all he cared about was seeing what expression she would make when she broke and what he would feel knowing he was the one to break her.
It was like, for the first time in his life, he understood what it was like to be in control. Like he didn’t need to be afraid of something. And it was… intoxicating. Poor Maria never had a chance.
Her moans were open now, broken only by the sharp, desperate gasps for air fueling the desire permeating every inch of her slim figure. There was nothing she could do to stop these sensations, not even if she wanted to sit up and push the young boy away.
She was trapped there on her back like a turtle, bound by her crotch and hormones as real as any shackles made of iron.
And yet, something in her refused to give in. Knowing that it was inevitable, knowing that she had nothing real to gain from denying Tomas his show. But whereas Tomas was beginning to feel control for the first time in his life, Maria was feeling it slip away.
Ever since she stepped into the vault, slowly, slowly the life she’d grown accustomed to had been slipping from her fingers like sand. Her home, her comfort, her food, her power! Until this, until her own body was finally stolen from her.
Well, she refused. Let her moan, let her pant like some dog. She would not let Tomas have what he so clearly craved. Not without a fight. No matter how futile.
And futile it was. Even if it made Maria feel better about her situation, the reality of her struggles only proved to increase the height from which she fell. And when she fell, she fell hard.
In this instance, the world ended not with a scream, but silence.
Tomas watched in awe, buried knuckle deep inside his conquest as he observed her seize with pleasure. Lips parted over rows of perfect teeth, and he found the face he’d been searching for stretched wide in a silent scream. Of frustration, of relief, of pain, he had no way of knowing. But feeling her muscles twitch and rhythmically clench around him, it was no less beautiful.
The moment stretched on for a while. Breath frozen in her lungs, the perfection of her breasts were suspended on her chest, arched painfully off the bed in a human bridge.
The only evidence of life was the wild pounding of her heart resonating throughout the jiggling tissue and along her inner walls.
Tomas didn’t stop his motions. Instead, he allowed himself to slow down.
Careful of her clit, his fingers pumped themselves in turn with her spasms, watching her come down from her nest of clenched muscles. And when the event finally ended, the sound she’d been holding back would eventually be released in a single rasping gasp returning her to life.
She fell back into the bed afterward, utterly spent. She didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t talk, in the rush and pleasure she was rewarded for her submission.
For the first time, her brain was too preoccupied to try and scheme or plan, rendered blank while she was left to pick up the pieces of her consciousness. And all the while Tomas stared down at her flushed, dripping body, harder than he ever remembered being in his life.
His own thoughts stalled in the wake of the moment, and he stared dumbly at the woman he’d pleasured.
Confusion surfaced first, of all things, leaving him to turn towards his cock. But looking at his tip, and then around the space in front of it, he confirmed that he had not, in fact, cum with Maria. The pleasure he was experiencing was of a different sort. Though, no less powerful.
A shiver tickled his spine as he reached down to palm himself, deep breaths filling his chest as he drank in the full musk of a woman utterly saturating the small room.
It stank of lust, of sex, of pleasure, and allowing himself to pump a few times, he savored the warm wetness still clinging to his palm.
But where he should have felt relief or excitement, all he experienced was want. A want visibly unsatisfied by the meager outlet. It was no surprise, then, that his attention would shift towards the warm opening still splayed open and left unguarded while Maria rested.
‘It.... it would be so easy,’ he immediately recognized, not consciously so much as instinctually—primally. To crawl on top of this cruel woman, to take her and to hell with the consequences, ‘it would be so easy.’
No one would stop him. And even if Maria kicked up a fit about their deal, there wasn’t much she could do once the deed was done. And that was if she woke up before he was finished.
In reality, she might never notice, blissed out as she was, not until his seed was already cool on her slender thigh, and he was safely back with his family…
The need struck him in a way he’d never experienced before. Never mind how much he’d already cum, his balls ached with the need to release himself yet again, to release inside this woman he’d already conquered.
It was his by right, she was his by right, so…what was stopping him?
That was the moment that Maria came to, blue eyes blinking open to catch the young man all but devouring her crotch with his gaze, glistening cock in hand.
For the first time in her life, she was at a loss as to what to say, still too tired and dazed to catch up with her usual witty retorts.
She was frozen, legs splayed wide despite knowing she needed to close them now more than ever. But he stuck her there, like a butterfly with its wings pinned for display. And that was how she would remain, with her heart hammering in her ears for what felt like a lifetime waiting for Tomas to make a decision.
What that might be, she could only pray.
The moment stretched infinitesimally—Maria, the prey, and Tomas, the hunter. One wrong move and the older woman could almost see his slim muscles coiled to pounce on her and rut his filthy thing between her legs.
He didn’t let her panic and unease continue to the point of affecting her health. Eventually, his eyes seemed to blink back to himself, shifting up from her sex to meet her frightened eyes with a lingering blink.
“So...was it good for you?”
A/N: And there it is, the long awaited continuation of Tom’s journey. I’m sure a few of you are upset that I couldn’t conclude the Maria arc after so much time, but after hitting 13k I realized it just wouldn’t fit. For some reason, I choose to write sex scenes like Akira Toriyama writes fights scenes.
But that just means that chapter thirteen is already halfway done! That said, I’ve made the decision to no longer promise update dates. Obviously, I’m not very good at it and it just gives people an excuse to bitch at me when I’m late. I’m going to keep doing my best like I’ve been doing and I know MOST of you are kind enough to respect that.
Seriously, for every one rude PM and review, it felt like there were at least three kind/encouraging ones and it’s you guys that keep me writing. I want you to know I read every single one and it meant the world.
That said, anyone asking about Sense of semblance? New chapter is finished and will be up in a week. Stay healthy everyone.
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