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Vault 69	By : sandman-nobody Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 107266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Welp, I’m not dead. And neither is the story. Without going into too much detail, I was very much in need of a break from posting. Anyone who DMed me knows that I always intended to return at some point, and to everyone else, thank you for your amazing patience and understanding.
Vault 69 Chapter 13
Tags: Fingering, breast-fucking, Facial.
Words: 7768
And just like that, the moment shattered.
It took a few more seconds for her fried brain to pick up the witty remark and even longer to tie it back to her previous statement. But just as soon, her muscles fell slack against the bed, made more of goo and clouds than fiber and sinew.
After all of that, half of her body felt numb beneath the tingling aftershocks. It was all she could do to calm her racing heartbeat and reclaim a fraction of her lost ground.
“Yes, well,” she huffed derisively, “I’m sure you must be satisfied with yourself. Please, feel free to take pride in your ability to finger a woman. I’m sure you feel it’s quite an achievement.” Her words were sarcastic, her tone biting, but there was enough relief in her breath for both of them to recognize the bullet she’d just dodged.
Tomas didn’t comment, turning his attention towards his hand still wet with her release. And then, in front of God and everyone, Maria watched in disgust as he lifted a finger to his lips where he seemed to take ample pleasure in sampling her… flavor.
“Mm,” he hummed noncommittally, visibly twisting his tongue around the dirtied appendage. He let it go with a pop and a shrug of his shoulders. “Angela tasted better,” he felt the need to inform her. Although why she couldn’t begin to imagine.
“Adorable,” Maria deadpanned. Because, honestly, what else was there to say?
Tomas didn’t react to her attitude, testing his tongue against the tart flavor slick along his fingers. He hadn’t been lying. Angela’s taste had been far more pleasant — a sweet honeysuckle that lingered on the back of his tongue. In comparison, Maria’s taste seemed…deeper and heavy with the same musk that filled the room.
It was still enjoyable enough, but not so much that Tomas continued his snack after his curiosity had been sated. Maybe she’d taste better from the source? The idea played in his brain with the same dazed idleness that seemed to permeate his entire being.
If he’d ever been bold enough to drink alcohol a day in his life, Tomas might be surprised to find the experience similar. His thoughts felt slower but purposeful, his body more relaxed than he could ever remember being. It was a good feeling. It was a warm feeling. Almost weightless.
He turned his attention back towards the space between her legs, studying the hole with the same consideration he might afford a guilty treat. The effect left his expression… somewhat detached, not quite angry, not quite horny, just curious.
‘It would be fun,’ he recognized. Watching her lose control of herself once had been unlike anything he’d experienced, and that had just been at the end of his fingers. With his tongue and with what he knew about her body, he could push her there again easily. And unlike himself, something told him a constant stream of orgasms would have quite the effect on the poor woman.
By the time he was done with her, she’d be utterly spent. Or, dare he imagine, utterly broken. Unable to so much as move as she lay on the bed, gasping for breath or mercy, and unable to move a finger to stop him from just taking what he wanted from her.
That earned a reaction, finally, in a newfound smile curling the very edge of his pale lips. Unfortunately, such a game would require patience he didn’t have at the moment. And while her orgasm would be just as entertaining, Tomas found his own loins demanding satisfaction before he took so much as another breath.
The moment of consideration passed in a flash. Maria watched the young man turn towards her sex, a curious grin starting on his face. Suddenly he was advancing towards her, cock in hand, stroking it with what was left of the sticky fluid he’d stolen from her femininity.
Maria’s legs shot together like they had magnets attached, protecting her vulnerability the only way she knew how. Never mind that she still felt partially numb below the waist; it was better than leaving herself spread open in invitation.
Fortunately for the older blonde, Tomas had no intention of forcing himself on her. Despite what so many women seemed keen on thinking of him, he wasn’t a brute. Even now, reveling in the sense of power he’d taken from this terrible woman, he found the idea of simply pushing her down…distasteful. Or maybe boring was more accurate?
Either way, he had another goal in mind. One that carried him well past her knees and hips until he’d invited himself to straddle her stomach, the shadow of his rigid cock looming above the older woman’s breasts as they heaved with startled breath.
“Can I help you?!” she gasped, scandalized. Her hand reached up, pressing against his taut belly. The meager strength did nothing to push him back, leaving his swollen tip mere inches from Maria’s curled expression. Its shape was already wet and dripping with overeager precum, saturating her every breath with its heady scent.
And how did Tomas answer? With action, of course. He was choosing to show this woman exactly what he wanted from her by wrapping his long digits around the swollen mound of her chest.
Maria startled at the contact, suffering her body’s lingering sensitivity after her release. And when those same fingers bore down to test the softness of her warm breasts, the shock of tingles that followed forced a gasp from her clenched jaw before she could think to prepare herself.
“I think you can, actually,” Tomas smirked, feeling his blood respond to the admission. The glare she shot towards him afterward only sweetened the experience. He made sure to continue the ministrations, rolling the whole of her breast against his palm to watch the warm color flood Maria’s once pale complexion.
The heat in his tone was apparent, and Maria blinked at the echoes of hunger still lingering in his bright blue eyes as he stared down at her. It was the look of a man who was at his breaking point and stood an inch beyond reason.
As if to prove that point, Maria’s hands shot towards the sheets beneath her once Tomas found her other breast. He groped at her without any of the shame or hesitancy she’d come to expect from him, seemingly taking pleasure in the muffled gasps he’d learned to tear from her lips. It was all she could do to pinch her mouth together, closing her eyes against the knowing leer he’d cast down upon her.
Maria shuttered where she lay. All of her instincts were telling her that now was the time for caution. No matter how much she wanted to reprimand him for his unruly behavior and possibly deny him the pleasure he’d found himself entitled to. However, Maria hadn’t forgotten that moment of looming desire he’d surprised her with. And this new behavior did nothing to soothe the anxiety nagging at the back of her mind screaming that she was no longer in control of the situation.
This had become dangerous. He had become dangerous. And the sooner she milked him of that danger, the better it would be for everyone.
Maria’s eyes finally opened to the exact same overbearing sense of smugness that she’d been trying to ignore. Instead of rebelling, Maria simply smiled, allowing Tomas to bask in his victory for as long as he liked.
“I… suppose it’s only fair I return the favor, then,” she breathed out a slow and soothing sigh. Going a step further, Maria forced a hand to release the sheets so she could draw a finger along the young man’s thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh with the tip of her nail.
She completed the scene with another of her teasing smiles, inviting the boy before he had the chance to try and take anything she wasn’t willing to give. “I’ll just ask you to handle my body with care. I’m a bit,” her expression tightened ever so slightly, “sensitive at the moment.”
If anything, Tom’s smile grew at the news, much to Maria’s growing disgust towards the young man. He picked that moment to shift his grip on her chest, capturing each of her swollen peaks between his fingers and bearing down ever so roughly.
If his goal had been to enjoy another sharp gasp from the older woman, then he succeeded.
“Thanks for the warning,” Tom quipped, more of his casual disregard leaking through. “I’ll be sure to be extra gentle.”
Rather than wait for her to hiss, scowl, glare, or any combination of the three, Tomas decided he’d take Maria up on her magnanimous offer, collecting the wealth of soft flesh between his two hands and pressing them together. Resulting in a fairly vulgar valley of warm, fuckable cleavage ripe for enjoying for as long as he liked.
Aiming his tip towards the underside of Maria’s gathered curves, Tomas took a moment to appreciate the sight. Complete with a snort and wry shake of his head.
‘And to think,’ he mused, ‘I’d been planning on just sticking it inside of her and blowing a wad like every other woman.’ He chose that moment to thrust his hips forward, burying himself in the uniquely pillowy sensation of Maria’s full breasts. ‘Talk about a waste…’
Tomas’ groan dripped with arousal feeling Maria’s breasts mold around his cock. Swollen to the point of aching, the much softer skin had no choice but to make room and smother him in their silken embrace. He began thrusting against the gentle sensation, groping her all the while as he finally sated the overwhelming arousal Maria had inadvertently thrust upon him.
And by God was it gratifying. Never mind that he was already more sexually charged than he ever remembered suffering. The sight of Maria underneath him, pinned down by his thighs as he thrusted away, offered an erotic thrill beyond the sensations dragging along his cock. And her expression, tight and stoney as she bore the treatment, nearly emptied his load right then and there.
It made all the difference, he realized, comparing the pleasure to when she’d offered her breasts to him the first time.
For her part, Maria found herself far less inclined towards the newfound assertions stemming from the young man. And even less for the position that assertiveness had forced her into. His thighs were hot against her ribs, pinning her against the mattress. And while he spared her his weight, there was nothing she could do to block out the sensation of him thrusting against her chest.
It was an awkward position to be in, made worse by the inability to do anything but lay there and accept the humid friction. At least before she’d been able to take part in his pleasure. Now she might as well have not even been there, laying there like some sex toy as she watched the bright tip peek in and out of her cleavage with bored irritation.
He was using her. And she was laying back, letting it happen.
Maria turned her lidded gaze towards his features, inspecting the open arousal swirling within his own blue eyes. But he didn’t return the favor. He didn’t so much as glance in her direction, working the stubborn muscle of his cock between her breasts with increasing frequency.
There was enough desperation in the motion to expose just how badly he needed to release the pent-up seed. As if she couldn’t already feel it against her skin. The flesh between his legs… burned, for lack of a better word. She could feel the heat cook against her equally fevered body, somehow more than the friction between their flesh.
More importantly, he seemed bigger, if that was even possible. Her breasts weren’t exactly the best measuring device, but comparing him to how he felt before, the enhanced organ seemed swollen to its absolute max, made even more evident by the angry red color permeating its entire length.
Before she could stop herself, Maria’s brain turned towards the space between her legs, imagining how that same pressure might feel inside her snug little opening. Tomas wasn’t the only one affected by the lust coursing through them, and something inside of her seemed to call out for the chance to feel it. To feel him, just as swollen and hot and desperate and how that would feel inside of her.
Then, as if it wasn’t the antithesis of everything she’d struggled for that evening, she even found herself wondering how it would feel when Tomas finally released all of that inside of her, filling her to the brim with burning, fertile seed.
It was disgusting. It was terrible. So why could she feel her body’s temperature starting to climb? And why wouldn’t her muscles stop throbbing so deeply inside of her minutes after she’d already been forced to climax?
Unfortunately, why was of little consequence. Only that it was. And after only a few minutes trapped in her mind, Maria could even start to feel the scraping of Tomas’ cock against her chest start to spark something in her blood. And when Tomas began to speed up, so did her pleasure.
His hips started out fast and only increased with urgency. He’d never felt like this, not before the vault and not even before he’d been forced to learn from Abigail. It… demanded him, commanding him. It was in his blood and brain and his cock, controlling all at once in the single pursuit to cum.
Maria had been right about one thing. To Tomas’ strained mind, she wasn’t there. Not her attitude. Not her intimidation. Not even her sins - against her daughter or otherwise. But her breasts were there. And the feathery warmth he remembered demanded he find his satisfaction exploring the wonderful new position she’d been nice enough to show him.
In his hands, he felt her breasts and their softness. Girls were so soft. It shouldn’t be real. Soft, warm, and pretty, and… and his? The thoughts should have sounded wrong, but there was something in the idea that resounded through him with warmth and pleasure. Because, whether he approved or not, he liked the idea. He liked the idea a lot.
Unconsciously, his hands began to tighten around the soft mounds. Not to the point of pain, but enough to earn a wince from the woman watching his every move, eyes trained on his face as he admired the bumpy texture of her rusty areola pinned between two outstretched fingers.
She couldn’t help herself if she wanted to. And she did want to. He could see her visibly struggling to mask the sensations coursing through her body. But it was a futile endeavor, made even more so when he purposefully turned his thumbs against her nipples.
The resulting buck against his hands thrust her chest upwards, and her gasp blew a warm breath across his sensitive tip. He smirked down at her as his fingers continued pinching and massaging in pace with his thrusts, proving that she was as much of a slave to her desires as he was.
But really, wasn’t that true of all the women he’d been with?
Responsibility. Pride. Passed loved ones and the loyalty they thought they should feel towards them. So far, every woman he’d been with had held some reason to hold back, to suffer the experience rather than enjoy what was happening for what it was.
Sex. The act of reproducing. Breeding. It felt good. They’d been designed to feel good. So why did people have to question it? Why did they have to ruin what could be so much fun?
Tomas had no such problems. Not this night. Not while he buried his cock in a beautiful woman’s breasts and experienced a pleasure that would otherwise be impossible for a young and innocent young man.
His breathing hitched, held fast in his chest while he felt the edge of his orgasm near. Faster and faster, the sides of Maria’s breasts pressed between his fingers, biting down against the tender flesh.
Just a little more pressure, just a little more of that wonderful softness pressed against him was all he needed! And Maria, lost in her own thoughts of pleasure and lust, could only give it to him. So when his peak finally hit, and the swollen bulb of his cockhead swelled mere inches from her chin, there was nothing to stop the pressure from depositing rope after rope of thick whiteness across her unwitting expression.
The effect was more than a little startling. Lost in her own imagination, Maria found her fantasy come to life. Except, instead of inside of her, reality slapped her across the cheek via thick and viscous warmth that oozed down her refined bone structure. The experience repeated itself across her lips, and then her nose, and finally her shocked eyes, which closed just in time to avoid the gooey torrent. Not even her hair was safe, collecting its own share of genetic samples.
The impossibility of the moment was the only thing that kept the older woman from throwing her arms up to defend herself. Point blank as he was, there’d be little point in it. Nevertheless, Maria still found herself somewhat dizzy from the experience. And when the pleasure that had been racing through her veins faded, she was left utterly numb from the fury idly kept at bay in the back of her consciousness.
This… this brat had really just cum on her face? Her pride, her beauty, her greatest tool, and he’d emptied himself as though the regal, sculpted features were little more than some whores rear end.
Maria only came to accept his actions a moment after he’d already finished painting her. And by then, she was left to squint up through the mess pooling against her eyelids at the utterly prideful smirk dancing across Tomas’ once fearful features.
It was the last straw. Red filled her vision as strength flooded her veins. Small and dainty she might be, but there was a definition to her softness. Muscles gained in an effort to maintain her small figure through years of dance and aerobics. It was enough to escape the boy’s middling weight. And it was enough to send him flying towards the other end of the bed, wide surprise on his face as he watched her explode upward. And her temper wasn’t far behind.
“You beast!” she screeched, blindly crawling towards the edge of the bed and then towards the floor. Her long fingernails scraped through the thick gunk enough to clear her vision, revealing two blue orbs alight with fury. “Hooligan. Animal! Asshole! Who said you could do that to me?!”
Jumping to her feet, she immediately found the pile of clothes she’d so easily discarded hours ago, bending over to start scrubbing at her face in a desperate attempt at wiping the mess clean. But watching the thick fluid already start to turn clear and drip down the jiggling flesh of her breasts, that would be easier said than done
Tomas watched the show with barely concealed amusement. All that stomping and jumping around did… interesting things to the female body, which he couldn’t help but admire even as she cursed him with every other word.
Seriously, this was what she had a problem with? She hadn’t seemed to care as much when she’d been swallowing the stuff, but blow it all over her face and that’s crossing the line?
Truth be told, he hadn’t been thinking that hard about where he was going to cum, only that he did. Inspiration had struck just a moment after he’d fallen over the edge, and he’d looked down to see his cock head peeking out from between her breasts, inches from her chin.
The glint of her earrings had summoned a picture of her proper features bathed in his jizz, and he’d found himself following through before he thought to consider the consequences. After all, what woman wouldn’t want a pearl necklace to go with those diamonds?
Unfortunately, decisions made at the peak of pleasure rarely sounded as sweet once the seed was spent. Ask any newfound parent reluctantly announcing their ‘surprise.’ And without the weight of hormones clouding his mind, clarity took its place. And with that clarity, guilt.
Or… at the very least, awareness of the lack thereof.
He blinked, looking down at himself with a raised eyebrow. The fog of lust had receded, along with the fire in his blood and the overwhelming urge to feel himself come undone.
But that was it. That was all he felt. Calmer. More reasonable. But no guilt. Not even a hint of remorse. Which made no sense considering how upset he’d made Maria. But watching her naked body dance around the room, even hearing her curse his name, he felt the wonderful ache along his body and the fuzzy glow of a great orgasm and found all that was left was satisfaction.
‘And why not?’ A part of him immediately reared up in his own defense. He’d wanted to feel what it was like fucking a woman’s breasts, and he’d done it. And it felt amazing! Why shouldn’t he be satisfied with that? It was only what Maria had offered him. To do as he pleased and enjoy the night at her expense. If she was upset, it was her fault for agreeing to something she wasn’t really prepared for.
No, this wasn’t his fault. Maria only had herself to blame.
“I just figured you must miss the spa. Can’t say I’m much for massages, but how did you like the facial?” his tone bled sarcasm and laughter, a carefree chuckle following. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his thighs as he slouched to watch the show. He was the picture of ease while Maria seemed to seize up in a second.
She turned slowly, white lines still painted across her infuriated expression. Clearly, she failed to find the same amusement in his lax words. Her lips drew into a single point on her face. He could see the wrinkles she tried so hard to hide with startling detail while her eyes widened into pools of frozen mercury.
“That. Is. It…” She spoke each word like a pair of scissors cut them the moment they left her lips. Her breathing deepened with her rage pushing her breasts forward and back like she’d finished running a mile. Tomas blinked as he found a finger pointed in his direction, a sharp nail and sharper glare poised to strike.
“I believe you’ve more than had your fun, Mr. Swan. I’ve played your silly games, I’ve swallowed your seed, I’ve even allowed you to play with my body like one of your simpling whores. But I am finished. Whatever obligation on my part has been more than fulfilled, I say. Now, I am going to walk out of the door, and you will never so much as utter the name Maria Porter for the rest of your disgusting life.”
She didn’t wait for his reply, turning towards the pile of clothes once again to finish cleaning herself before she was forced to confront the general public.
Tomas watched her the entire time, eyes wide. He still didn’t look apologetic, but he didn’t make any moves to stop her either. After all… she was kind of right?
He’d cum more today than he used to jack off in a week back home. He’d groped her, fingered her, cum in her mouth and on her face; there really wasn’t much more he could do besides finally taking her.
Maybe it was time to take that nap? That was his initial reaction, anyway. Until Maria threw the shirt she’d been cleaning herself with away, audibly saturated in his release as it splattered against the floor.
Another huff sounded, drawing Tom’s eye. Maria’s attention turned toward her jumpsuit as she bent over to start rubbing at her hair. Long legs swelled along her thighs and hips. It was inevitable that the young man would find himself admiring his last glance at the woman’s pert ass. He could just make out the lips of her sex peeking out from under the firm curves. But then the impossible happened, and he found himself sucking in a sharp breath.
Let no one say, for all of Maria Porter’s faults, that letting herself go was one of them. Looking close to forty years of age, the swell of her backside seemed to have resisted the effect of time in a way most thirty-year-old women would glare at. And bent over, the two pert halves of her pale bottom parted enough to show off more than the woman most likely realized.
The line of her sex was indeed prominent, with lips dangling close to the full and puffy flesh that joined her thighs. But even more interesting was the flash of another hole, slightly darker than the rest of her pale complexion and wrinkled tight in a way no crotch could ever hope to match.
Tomas couldn’t look away, an expression of dumb embarrassment momentarily stealing some of his previous confidence.
It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t like he was stupid enough not to recognize women had all the same biological necessities as men. But for all of Abigail’s instructions on the female body, that part had remained noticeably absent. After all, if he was going anywhere near that area, chances were even the drugs wouldn’t be enough to salvage any form of conception.
And didn’t that give Tomas just the darndest idea…
His dumb expression froze for the briefest of moments as if he were considering the concept. Never mind what Maria would probably think about it, was that something he even wanted to try? And yet, expecting to be grossed out or turned off at the idea, he couldn’t ignore the way his eyes continued to trace the slow circles of her hips as she rubbed her face raw against the soft fabric of her jumpsuit.
‘It…could be a little fun,’ he recognized, taking into account everything else he’d gotten to try that day. If nothing else, Maria had taught him his understanding of sex was painfully limited and that women’s bodies were far more versatile in terms of pleasure.
He was curious. It was hard to admit, but there it was. He’d already had lots of sex the normal way, but how would this be different? Would it be better? Could there be anything better than regular sex? But if not, why else would other people have bothered in the first place?
So many questions. But he also needed to consider that this might be the only time he might have to find answers. Other women weren’t likely to agree to this type of thing, and also, this wasn’t the kind of thing he’d usually try and ask of them.
What little he did know about the act typically expressed an…uncomfortable association on the woman’s end. And the last thing he wanted was to hurt any women! But those were innocent people. Or, rather, women who weren’t Maria. Maria, who’d sold her daughter’s womb for a soft bed. Maria, who’d he’d meant to punish. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized how fitting it would be.
“Stop,”
Tomas’ voice rang out just as Maria wiped the last of the cum from her face. There was still plenty streaked in her hair and inside the valley between her breasts, but the thick gunk was almost entirely clear by this point, staining her in his musk. Without a real towel, or better yet, a shower, there wasn’t anything she could do to free herself from the repulsive stench of Tomas’ seed literally wafting from her body.
It was enough to turn her stomach. But it came with the relief that this nightmare was finally over! Or, at least, it’s what she thought. Right up until she turned around to see Tomas’ eyes on her, his cock revived and swollen in his lap.
Her stomach dropped out from under her.
“No!” she barked, turning around in full and standing at her full height. “I already said I’m finished! If you’ve still got anything left, find some other bitch in heat to have your fun. I’ve paid my dues and then some!” But for all her splutter and pride, she wasn’t the one in control here. And if the smirk on Tomas’ young expression was any indication, he’d finally figured that out.
“That’s funny,” Tomas leaned back, “I don’t remember our deal being until YOU were satisfied.” he challenged her glare with his own stare, shaking it off with far more ease than a boy of his age should have been able to. Maria refused to let her fear show through, gritting her teeth that much harder.
“Please!” she barked a laugh utterly bereft of any form of humor, “what else could you possibly want from me.” She’d meant it sarcastically, but the sudden widening of Tomas’ grin exposed just how poor a question it was to ask. The young man didn’t hesitate to rise to his feet, erect cock bobbing as he stalked towards her.
She didn’t realize her mistake until he was already on her. His hands found her hips with callus familiarity as if he’d been allowed to touch her for years rather than hours. But everything that had happened in those hours had only proved to give up her body’s ownership, submitting herself to him.
All he was doing was finally taking her up on her offer. Every single thing that she was willing to offer.
“Oh, I can think of a few things we haven’t had the chance to try,” he hinted. Standing to her right, his eyes fell towards her breasts, still glistening with what was left of his cum. Meanwhile, his hand made its way down her waist and into the nest of pale pubic hair standing out from her mound.
Feeling his hand dip even lower into her moist folds, Maria’s eyes closed in an expression of defeat, her clenched shoulders falling and rigid posture slumping.
“Are you really that cruel?” she had the gall to ask, her expression shifting into something meek and beaten. “Please, I…I don’t know if I can take much more. Can’t you see you’ve already won?” Unfortunately, her attempt at seeking empathy was impeded ever so slightly by the slight hitch in her tone every time Tomas’ thumb swept across her clit. Her hips jolted into his palm of their own volition while she shivered in discomfort.
“Hmm,” Tomas hummed, utterly unaffected by her lies. “Somehow, I doubt you would be so charitable in my position,” he reminded her right before he thrust a finger up into the warm tightness of her crotch. Her back bowed forward ever so slightly, and her pitiful pout dropped in a suppressed gasp. “No, I bet you’d use people for as long as you could. Until they either dropped dead, or they weren’t useful anymore.”
“You don’t know anything about me!” she snapped, unable to help herself. She could feel the muscles beneath her stomach responding to his stimulation, quivering and tightening around the long shape of his fingers every time they thrust upwards. She could already feel the distinctly wet and sticky sensation trailing down her thigh.
“No,” Tomas agreed, “but Angela does. And she told me a lot about you before we were finished. And I have to say, even pimping out your daughter aside, you don’t come off as the best person.”
“Then do you really want to copy me?” she begged. And this time, her tone was far more honest. Although, that most likely had more to do with the heat he’d started between her thighs than any true remorse. The sound of her breath panting was growing difficult to ignore. “If I’m such a bad person, surely you should lead by example. Show me the error of my ways through mercy. Whatever happened to that?”
Her insides clenched around him harder than before, and her sharp jaw dropped in a slow whimper. At the same time, her gate dropped as her knees gave out, bending to spread her thighs even wider. Her hand shot out to find Tomas’ developing shoulders, leaning against him even as her eyes smoldered with unmitigated hatred.
“I-If you’re just as bad as I am, what right do you have to judge me? I’ve lived my life the way I wanted. How many can say the same? Don’t mistake righteous anger for jealousy, fool. You wish you could be so bold. You wish you’d had my power to do as I pleased. You… You-!”
That was as far as her tirade got before the sensation grew to be too much, and she felt another small climax wrack her from. And while not the out-of-body experience she’d undergone the first time, she still found her lower half numbing for a minute or two afterward, forcing yet more of her weight onto the boy.
She ended up pressed against him in a mimic of a lover’s embrace. Her face pushed into the space where his neck met his shoulder, and her breath washed across the intimate flesh. The smell of them both wafted from her body, wet with sweat, and flushed a brilliant rosy hue. Unfortunately, the loving picture was somewhat ruined as Tomas finally pulled out of her crotch, only to trade for a handful of her taut backside.
Maria groaned into his collar, feeling him start to grope her. She’d done it again. Or, rather, he’d done it to her again, the jackass. Not that she’d been able to resist him much. Or at all. Not after what she realized it did the first time around. But the fact that she’d given up control so easily exposed a weakness she’d never expected from herself.
“Are you ready to give up?” Tomas taunted, an inordinate amount of smugness leaking off of every word. It was one thing to blast a woman in the face when she wasn’t expecting it. It was something entirely different when you still managed to turn her into a sopping mess afterward.
Maria grit her teeth in answer, her elegant features twisting into a sharp grimace as her fingers pressed down against his skin hard enough to force a wince.
“Do you really think that’s enough to make me spread my legs for you?” She challenged, wrenching herself from his body to stagger backward. His hand remained firmly attached to her backside, however, holding her against him. She felt the new life of his erection throb against her in promise as if to mock her attempts at rebellion.
Unfortunately, her words only won her a wider smile from the young man. His grip on her tightened, and Maria’s lips pursed feeling Tomas pull her backside apart and inching deeper.
“Probably not,” he agreed. The accompanied shiver up her spine compounded as he answered, “but I am hoping it’s been enough to make you bend over.”
Maria’s train of thought derailed in an instant. And it was replaced by a cold sensation starting in the pit of her belly, spreading throughout like a sickly poison.
‘Was…was he…?’ Maria’s long eyelashes fluttered with emotion. ‘No, surely not.’ Except Tomas had finally arrived at his destination. Gently at first, the tip of his finger brushed against the guarded opening. That hesitance ended as abruptly as it had started, and Maria felt a shock jolt up her spine underneath the utterly alien sensation of pressure pushing in on what had been an exit-only aspect of her anatomy.
It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. And that surprise finally transformed into rage as an indignant gasp filled the small room.
Tomas flinched feeling Maria’s hand clamp around his wrist and twist, wrenching his hand away before it could explore any deeper. She didn’t let go before turning around, suddenly wary of leaving her back exposed to the younger man. And when he met Maria’s gaze, it took everything in him not to flinch back from her expression.
Her eyes were wide, pale, and unjustifiably blue despite the cruelty hidden within—losing any semblance of composure she vaunted to anyone unfortunate enough to listen. Nostrils flared, Tomas could see the slow breath filling her chest in preparation. But when she finally spoke, there were no words in the English language that warranted the emotion burning in her gaze. So she settled for a brief summarization.
“No.”
If Tomas was a smart man, he would recognize the warning for what it was. If he’d been a wise man, he’d understand when he’d pushed his luck too far and left with what he’d already enjoyed. If he’d been a kind man, he would see how far his foolishness had gone. Unfortunately for both of them, Tomas Swan was hardly a man at all. Little more than a boy in his heart. And what more foolish a creature was there than a child too swollen with his own indulgence?
“That’s not how this works,” Tomas challenged, ripping his hand free and resisting the urge to rub where she’d grabbed him. His face settled in a grimace in an attempt at confidence. “You already agreed, whatever I wanted. Just so long as it doesn’t get you pregnant, and I’m pretty sure this qualifies.”
Tomas had the audacity to smile at her. Smirking, really. Like to show her that he had won. As if this was all some game and Maria had been the one to set it up.
Which, to be fair, she had. Much to her own regret. She simply hadn’t counted on meeting anyone quite as ruthless as herself. And now she was about to pay the price.
“No,” Maria repeated, unable to keep her lips from quivering beneath the protest. It was a weakness she could ill afford at the moment, and it only served to embolden the already too bold young man. And when he stepped towards her, those same lips clenched into a line.
Tomas retook his position beside her with a competitive challenge, all but daring her to push him away a second time. His boldness made her helplessness all the more apparent between them. His hand finally returned on her backside, caressing the smooth curves with purposeful intent.
“It’s your choice,” he pretended to offer. All while his fingers curled against her soft flesh, groping the orb with impunity. “Front or back, I’ll enjoy myself plenty either way. But you do need to pick.”
As if in prayer, Maria closed her eyes, putting every ounce of her concentration into ignoring the sensation of Tomas’ fingers as they started down the path towards her crease. Greedy little digits that made her skin crawl with revulsion nearly equal to that inspired by his intentions.
“You can enjoy my chest again,” she whispered, knowing damn well he could hear pressed so closely against her side. “Spend yourself on my face even; I’m sorry for overreacting. Honestly, I hear it’s great for the skin…”
The words killed her on the inside, but not as much as being violated would take. Tomas’ answer was a single word, accompanied by a new pressure tickling her back door.
“Choose.”
“You can have my mouth,” she rushed, louder and slightly frantic. She had to resist the urge to lift onto the balls of her feet in a futile attempt at dislodging her intruder. It wouldn’t do anything but make her look even more pathetic than her already vulnerable self. “If you think I showed you everything I can do, I’ll leave your eyes crossed with this tongue. You just need to give me a chance.”
The pressure increased. Along with the tension in Maria’s jaw as her teeth bit down against the sensation. Her backside clenched against the intrusion, but there was a reason Tomas had gone through the trouble of fingering her first. She was betrayed by her own reluctant arousal, and it was her own slick juices that allowed the tip of Tomas’ slender finger to trespass where no man had gone before.
“Choose.”
“M-My throat!” she yelped, gasping. Propriety vanished beneath the sensation of her anus stretching around Tomas’ slim finger. It was a distinctly uncomfortable sensation that increased the deeper he probed. She swallowed his first knuckle before she was able to continue her frantic bid.
“Y-You want to be in control, don’t you? Go ahead! I’ll open my lips, and you can just have at, as much as you like. You can even pull my hair if that’s what you want!” Anything to get him to retreat from her virginal opening. And not without results.
To her immense relief, Maria could feel him pause inside of her. He didn’t pull out, but the sheer lack of pressure between her cheeks was enough to leave her shaking. The fact that he’d reduced her to such failed to so much as grace her thoughts in her rush to capitalize on his hesitation.
“See?” She swallowed against the back of her throat, “we can be civil, can’t we? There’s no need to make any rash decisions. Let’s just talk for a bit, and I promise you’ll get everything you want and then some. You know I’ll take care of you, right?”
Take back control. Place him back in her palm. Force him to see that he was better off deferring to her experience. Maria’s goal was clear. And for a few fleeting moments, she honestly believed that she had a chance of turning everything around. And then she turned, a gentle smile on her lips and a calculated warmth bleeding through her blue orbs.
Unfortunately, Tomas wasn’t at all tempted by her array of offers. And when she regarded him, that spark of hope in her chest died a swift and merciless death as soon as she recognized the utter apathy advertised across his young features.
“Maria,” Tomas finally spoke. “I think you’re missing the point of what’s happening here.” His tone matched his stare, and the words themselves carried a sense of slow purpose demanding that the older woman heed them. Despite herself, Maria was helpless but to obey.
He held himself at her side, the length of his cock draped over her hip. One hand remained stretched around her backside with one finger firmly planted inside. The other cradled her hip, holding her against him. Trapped in his stare, Maria’s already wide gaze dilated when that finger suddenly flexed against her sensitive innards. Emphasizing exactly what position she’d walked into.
“You are not in control here,” he boldly began. Shockingly bold for the frantic young man who had initially welcomed her. “Can you understand that? You don’t get to have a say in what happens next. You aren’t going to change my mind.”
Maria’s mouth dried in an instant. Her chest rose and fell in quick, rabbit-like breaths exposing her panic. And all the while, Tomas’ finger continued inside her while he spoke. His wrist began a shallow thrusting motion, giving her a small taste of what he intended.
“What you did to Angela was take away her choices,” his lips leaned towards her ear. “Now, that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you. And I’m telling you right now that no amount of manipulation or bargaining is going to get you out of this. Your only options, the only ones I’m giving you, is whether you get back into bed on your hands and knees or on your back.”
Allowing his unyielding voice to fall silent, Tomas’ words managed to break something in the older woman.
Possibly for the first time in Maria Porter’s life, she was helpless. And the emotion did not agree with her. The steely glint in her eyes was gone. Her porcelain-pale features had been drained yet further, giving off the appearance of a clammy corpse. And her expression, normally so carefully controlled for any occasion, had fallen utterly lax against her features, adding ten years to what had been an unusually youthful air for a woman of her age.
It was a heart-wrenching thing to behold. He was well and truly stripping this woman of everything that made her who she was. And it was exhilarating in ways Tomas hadn’t known.
This was the expression he’d wanted to see on this woman. Submissive. Without any of the pride she’d walked in with or the superiority she’d thought she could hold over him. Now Maria Porter was like any other woman in the Vault, and for the first time, that wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it had been for the majority of his life.
“Now, choose,” he told her for the last time. And Maria made her choice. It was quite easy when it wasn’t one to begin with. Nevertheless, Tomas found himself with a small amount of awe watching her take that first step off his finger and towards the bed.
In retrospect, he’d known that this was the only outcome for his actions. But that didn’t make him any less surprised when Maria obeyed. The sense of power that filled him at that moment, watching her pad over to the saturated mattress…he could say with confidence it was better than sex.
Better than the sex he was about to have now? Well, that was the question. And he intended to find the answer.
Maria needed to give hers first. She stopped before the edge of the bed, staring down as if it held her fate in its hands. Time stretched as Tomas watched, willing the silence to smother the thundering pace of his beating heart. Finally, after what could have only been seconds, she bowed—bracing her hands against the soft bedding first and then crawled forward into her knees.
Without a word and without turning to shield her exposed shame, Maria allowed her lower half to sink downward, throwing away the poised aristocratic air she’d held so closely since the fall of civilization. Her firm cheeks naturally parted, exposing the lines of her sex and its darker twin less than an inch higher.
And Tomas? Tomas allowed himself to drink the picture in for as long as he could hold himself back. All of ten seconds before his hand wrapped itself around his awakened manhood, and he stepped forward to claim what was his.
A/N: That’s right, the anal chapter is next. People have been asking about it since I started the story and its finally time. Next chapter should also be the last of the Maria arc where things are going to steadily pick up. The chapters will be a little different than what we’ve had so far but I trust that everyone who’s been enjoying the plot of this story in addition to the smut should be very pleased.
As for when the next chapter is coming out, I’m not making any promises or assumptions other than that it will come out. And that I still have every intention of seeing this story completed. Thank you to everyone who’s been following and favoriting in my absence. I just want you to know that I was paying attention and every single notification was an encouragement.
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