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Dawn of New Vegas	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 11860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2- Mark of the Legion

Morning came swiftly, far quicker than Brianna would have ever liked. Yet despite her intense desire to remain in sleeps warm, comforting embrace she knew that resistance would ultimately prove futile.
Brianna groaned deeply in her throat, her arms wrapping tightly around herself in a desperate attempt to maintain her partners warm touch against her bare skin. Her arms instead clasped tightly around her own torso, her arms clutching the loose sheets to her chest. Brianna’s eyes regretfully fluttered open, fully submitting herself to the cold harsh touches of reality. Where she had expected to find her partner curled up beside her she instead discovered a cold, vacant bedside.
In her dozy morning state Brianna could not summon the necessary energy to fully interpret the situation. Brianna hefted herself off of the soft pillows lying beneath her, sitting upon the doublewide bed. Brianna could see something lying at the foot of her bed, Veronica’s negligee. The garment appeared to have been casually discarded at the foot of the bed as she had left the room- considering the pride Veronica had beamed with at its unveiling the night before it seemed unlikely that Veronica would relinquish the garment willingly.
Brianna’s ears suddenly tweaked, the sound of movement emanating from deeper within the apartment. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, rising to her feet. Brianna crept silently into the adjoining corridor, the ambient noise intensifying as she drew closer. Though she preferred the use of long range energy weapons her relationship with the Brotherhood of Steels best unarmed fighter meant Brianna had become highly adept in the use of a variety of unarmed forms. She always said ‘Your fists don’t jam, they don’t need ammo and a guard can’t confiscate a weapon which is attached to your forearms’.
Brianna reached the end of the hallway, the sound of activity emanating from behind a door left slightly ajar. Brianna mentally and physically prepared herself for whatever she was to face behind the door. During her short time in the wasteland she had encountered many horrors, made many enemies, any of whom could be waiting to ambush her in her own home. She steeled herself, and burst through the door in one fell swoop.
Brianna emerged into the shared kitchen of the apartment, her stance strong and her mind prepared to face whatever demonic horror was preparing to ambush her. However what emerged to face her was not what Brianna would have expected to be confronted with- the angelic image of the woman she had spent the night beside was draped over the counter on the far side of the wide kitchen table. Veronicas main discerning feature was that she had clearly neglected to redress after discarding her sleepwear the night before, her athletic form now draped in the warm glow of the overhanging lights.
Brianna froze, her muscles unable or unwilling to respond and her mind too warped to force them. Veronica had her back to her, and at least for now she seemed oblivious to the keen eyes creeping across her sculpted back. Brianna could feel her eyes slowly descending involuntarily down Veronicas back, her eyes lingering over the firm curve of the scribes well toned rear.
Veronica suddenly turned, Brianna’s eyes instinctively snapping back up to the correct level just in time to meet her partners’ eyes. Brianna’s cheeks suddenly exploded in a flurry of reds, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest. Veronicas piercing eyes met Briannas, Veronica’s features failed to falter at the sight of the surprise visitor. Instead, with a tray of cups held between her arms and a frilly apron loosely wrapped around her waist obscuring her more intimate areas, a warm smile simply formed across her lips. “Coffee?”
Veronica’s voice snapped Brianna out of her surprised state. “Huh?” escaped past her stunned lips. Veronica raised the tray between her arms, offering its contents to her stunned guest. Brianna’s fractured psyche finally managing to piece the scattered fragments together, shaking her head in order to clear her wayward thoughts. “Yeah, coffee. Good”
A smile grew on Veronicas full, red lips. She offered the seat across the table from her with a graceful nod. Brianna silently stepped forward into the shared kitchen, pulling the chair out from the table and collapsing down into her seat. Brianna’s eyes never faltered from Veronica’s semi-concealed form, despite that Brianna was already very familiar with Veronica’s athletic form she found her divinely sculpted form completely mesmerising.
Brianna clasped her fingers over her eyes, shielding her eyes from the warm glow of Veronica’s radiant form, her fingers rubbing into her eyes, praying that once she reopened them the world would suddenly return to making sense. Brianna lowered her hands down onto the table, her eyes slowly opening. Her sight quickly adjusting to the harsh light she suddenly found that the half clothed temptress who had manifested itself as her Brotherhood Scribe had suddenly vanished. Brianna slumped back into her chair, her muscles going limp. She was relieved that things had once again returned to what could vaguely be considered normal in an apocalyptic wasteland overrun with monsters, bandits and energy super weapons. However the courier flatly drew the line at explicit hallucinations of her companions.
“Heres your coffee” A voice suddenly snapped the Courier out of her blissful daze. Brianna snapped her head to the side, her gaze being greeted by the sight of Veronica holding the tray between her hands. Briannas eyes went wide, her head quickly snapping to the opposite side before anything could be revealed, her cheeks flaring red with shock and embarrassment. “I’m sure you could use a little ‘keep me up’ after the day you had yesterday”
“Thanks” Brianna unconsciously allowed the words to cascade past her lips. Veronica placed the tray down on the table before her; taking the coffee pot in her hands she poured the warm liquid into the cup. Only once the sound of the liquid cascading into the cup finally ceased did Brianna dare to turn her gaze back towards the cup. Once again the haunting image of her companion had disappeared; the only remaining trace of her existence was the fresh coffee cup gently cooling on the table before her.
Brianna suddenly felt a warm weight drop onto her shoulders, her muscles tensing in response to the unexpected caress. The searching hands slowly began to descend down her battle forged biceps, the invisible hands resting against Briannas sides. “Come on I need to do the laundry before the sun gets high” Veronicas mesmerising voice accompanied her mischievous hands pulling at the lip of Briannas jet black top, the delicate fabric rising seamlessly up over her torso.
Veronica glanced down, noticing a small mark blighting her otherwise pristine apron. “Oh no. My apron is stained” Veronica released her hold on Brianna’s top, allowing the material to fall back into place. Veronica reached around to her back, holding the tie in her hand. “I guess I will have to wash that too” With one flick of her wrist Veronica released the tie of her apron, allowing the material to fall away from her skin, discarding the fabric into the basin.
Brianna was stunned. “I died didn’t I? One of Caesars spies snuck into my room and cut my throat while I slept didn’t he?”
Veronica shrugged her bemused shoulders. “Not as far as I know”
“Then I am dreaming” Brianna concluded. “None of this is real!”
Veronica clipped the courier around the back of the head with her free hand, the sharp pain resonating through her skull. “Did that feel real to you?”
“Yes” Brianna hissed through the pain. “Then I am on drugs, simple. Something I ate was secretly full of some crazy hallucinogen and I am just imagining this!”
“I don’t think so, otherwise I would have three heads and a tail and I would be spitting fire at you and trying to eat your brains!” Veronica’s strange brand of logic was the voice of reason that decimated Brianna’s latest theory.
The realization hit Brianna square in the face. “Then I am really here, with you, in the kitchen, making me coffee, naked?”
Veronica’s hands slipped away from Briannas sides. “Well that’s a fine thank you” Veronica’s voice was laced thick with poison. Veronica laid her chin on top of Briannas head, her arms draped across Briannas broad shoulders, her breasts pressed against the back of Brianna’s neck. “After last night’s failed attempt to entice you into tearing my skimpy night attire from my quivering body and taking me to the peak of Black Mountain and back I decided that I might try a different approach. What better than having you wake up to some hot coffee and fresh buns” Veronica rubbed her breasts against the back of Briannas neck. Veronica clasped her hands against Brianna’s sides once again. “Now come on. I want to get that Legion blood out of your shirt before it stains”
Brianna relaxed, allowing Veronicas skilfully dexterous hands to lift her top up across her athletically toned stomach, the thin fabric slowly creeping upwards, revealing more and creamier skin hidden beneath it. Veronica yanked the fabric up over her head the sudden up wash of cold air tickling Briannas sensitive nerves, the gentle nubs of Brianna’s nipples quickly hardening. Briannas arms instinctively rose to clasp tightly around herself, warming her breasts and preserving her modesty at the same time.
Veronica clutched the soiled T-shirt in her hand; stepping around the end of the table she passed a mischievous smirk over her partner. “Don’t worry. I already know what you’ve got hidden under there” Veronicas smile widened deviously. “Very nice by the way” The reassuring compliment served to maintain Briannas scattered confidence, allowing her arms to drift gracefully to her sides, exposing her pert breasts to the morning air.
Veronica rounded the end of the long dining table, discarding the soiled piece of clothing into the basin with a flick of her wrist, turning the tap to allow the warm water to cascade into the basin. “You know” Veronica suddenly spoke over the roar of the water. “We should go out somewhere to celebrate your victory” Brianna suddenly froze, a mischievous idea forming in her mind. Brianna rose silently from her seat, allowing Veronica to continue her external monologue uninterrupted. “Maybe we could go to the resort on the edge of Lake Mead and watch the sunset over the burning embers of Fortification hill”
Brianna rounded the end of the long table, fluidly plucking a knife from the table she silently advanced on her unsuspecting prey. Brianna licked her lips devilishly in anticipation, her dark shadow looming over her unaware partner. The hawk swooped down onto her vulnerable prey, her hands clasping tightly around Veronicas bare shoulders, the young scribe tensing under the unexpected caress. Briannas right arm snapped up from her side, touching the bladed tip of her knife across Veronicas throat. “Rawr. Yield to me wasteland whelp!”
“Why are you talking all angry, and holding a butter knife to my neck?” Veronica asked, bemused.
Brianna groaned. “I am a Legion Assassin, here to avenge Caesars death!”
“Really?” Veronica asked. “Then why are you in your underwear?”
Brianna groaned once more. “Oh!” The realization struck Veronica. “Oh, no” Veronica screamed in mock fear. “A Legion assassin!”
“Yes as a loyal servant of Caesar I have come to claim vengeance against the one who betrayed us and claim you as my prize” Brianna spoke in a mock booming voice.
“But didn’t Brianna kill Caesar a while ago? Oh no, what have you done with Brianna?” Veronica interjected, forcing Brianna to think on her feet or risk shattering the fantasy entirely.
“Caesar yet lives. The traitor profligate died by my hand” Brianna tightened her grip on her blade. “And now I am here to take you as my prize, wasteland wench”
“I’ve, ere, I’ve forgotten the safe word” Veronica giggled, once again forming another crack in the already loose fantasy Brianna was working so hard to maintain. Frankly at this point if it had been anymore than a butter knife Brianna probably would have just killed her by now and spared her the hassle. “I mean” Veronica coughed, returning to her vulnerable character voice “Oh no” Veronica brought her hands up to her chest in a vain attempt to cover herself from Briannas looming gaze. “Whatever will you do to me?”
“I shall give you a chance to spare your pitiful life” Brianna disentangled her arms from around Veronica’s shoulders. “Run!” Brianna snapped her arm to her side, motioning towards the door. “Try to make it sporting, but know that I shall catch you”
Veronica broke free of Briannas hold, running across the kitchen to evade her Legion captor. Brianna watched with hungry eyes as the young girl made her desperate bid for freedom, the suggestive manner in which she moved herself as she fled only enticing her mock hunter further. Brianna began her pursuit, charging around the end of the table she began to stalk her prey.
Brianna stormed out of the kitchen and into the corridor which allowed access to the remainder of the Presidential Suite. Veronica stood frozen in place, her eyes frantically scanning from side to side in a desperate attempt to devise the best course to save herself. Brianna, seeing her vulnerable prey, descended into a crouch and prepared to strike. Brianna charged forward, Veronica turned just in time to experience the full brunt of Briannas shoulder impacting her stomach, the forceful tackle throwing her to the carpeted floor in a painful heap beneath Brianna’s weight.
Veronica wriggled and writhed beneath Briannas superior strength, Veronica throwing her balled fists against Briannas shoulders in a vain attempt to free herself from Briannas vice like grip. Veronica squirmed beneath her partner, attempting to slip beneath Brianna, only to have her hands pinned to the floor above her head, Briannas free hand clasped tightly around Veronicas throat. There was little chance the Brotherhood Scribe would be able to smart talk her way out of this situation.
Brianna looked down at her helpless prey, her eyes gleaming with newly tapped lust and anger. Veronica stared up at her captor with mock concern in her features. Veronica spoke in her best helpless girly voice. “Oh no! I am lying on my back all naked and vulnerable to your every demonic touch” Veronica’s voice laced thinly with natural sarcasm which did little to hamper the fantasy. “Whatever are you going to do with me?”
Brianna silently rose to her feet, her dark shadow looming over Veronica still lying on the corridor floor beneath her with solely a strategically positioned frilly apron tied around her waist maintaining her purity. Brianna licked her lips eagerly, ready to secure her captive as her prize. Brianna clasped Veronicas hands in hers, forcefully drawing the smaller girl to her feet, clasping her hand on Veronicas firm buttocks she lifted her lighter counterpart over her shoulder like a freshly made kill.
“Come wench, it is time to do your service to the Legion” Brianna smiled devilishly as she stepped into Brianna’s personal quarters, standing before her queen-sized bed. Brianna threw her partner onto the bed, the springs convulsing under the sudden change in weight, seized by animalistic lust she leapt on top of the vulnerable girl, her hands digging into the soft mattress either side of Veronica’s sides, her teeth bared and ready to tear into fresh her prey.
Briannas conscious mind surfaced once again, returning her to her role as the hand of Caesar. “In the Legion the men fight in the service to Caesar, the women exist solely to serve the pleasures of the Legion” Veronica bit back a glib response regarding the fact that they were both female in an effort to maintain the fantasy. Brianna ran her hand across Veronicas bosom and down across the remainder of her curvaceous figure. “Your body is covered with the sins of the Wasteland, tainted by the touch of the Dissolute” Brianna growled deeply in her throat, her long fingers clasping tightly around Veronicas side, eliciting a delectable hiss of pain intermixed with pleasure. “Your redemption in the eyes of Caesar begins now”
Brianna plucked a black strip of fabric off of the bedside table beside her, pulling the material through her fingers, holding the fabric taut between her hands. Brianna leant forward, draping the fabric across Veronicas eyes, tying a knot between the two loose ends to hold the material in place. The dark fabric lay draped over Veronica’s eyes, blocking her sight.
With her eyes now closed to the world around her Veronicas ears became attuned to her environment. Veronica heard the gentle ruffle of the sheets as Brianna slipped silently off of the bed, leaving Veronica trapped in the void of perpetual silence. Veronica listened intently for any indication of where her captor may have gone. “Bri- I mean Legion Assassin man, are you still there?” Brianna continued silently across the room, closing the bedroom door, ensuring total privacy for what she had conceived. Veronica could still hear the gentle intake of breaths and the sound of bare feet moving across carpeted floor “If anyone’s not there could you put your hand up?”
Veronica quickly received her response, a harsh surprise strike across her chin as her captor remerged beside the bed, the sheer revelation of the strike throwing her down onto the bed. Briannas training with Veronica meant that she knew precisely where to strike the jaw in order to deliver minor pain without any lingering damage. Brianna leapt onto the bed, crawling across the bed like a feral beast, her piercing teeth once again looming over Veronicas face, her warm breath cascading over Veronicas blooming cheeks. Brianna was eager to reassert her control. “Your needs are nothing to the Legion. You exist solely to please me”
Brianna clasped her lips over Veronicas exposed neck, savouring the salty, sweet flavour of Veronicas lingering sweat. Brianna nipped her teeth against the nape of Veronicas pale neck, savouring the sharp yelps of pain and pleasure which escaped Veronicas lips. “You secretly enjoy the roughness of the act don’t you, Brotherhood whore”
Veronica purred deeply in her throat. “Yeah, I am just a naughty little Scribe girl who likes getting her soft little butt spanked by the strict Elder for not cataloguing my data properly”
Brianna’s lips curled into a devious smile. “Well I assure you that I shall not be as forgiving as your corrupted Elder” Brianna allowed her fingers to advance down Veronicas quivering body, her mouth trailing in their wake. Briannas ferocious lips ascended the firm curve of Veronica’s plump left breast, savouring the salty sweet flavour and perfectly silky smooth texture of her skin. Briannas tongue circled beneath Veronicas breast, slipping seamlessly through the valley of Veronicas cleavage and rising back up to smooth over the top of Veronicas right breast, curving along the outside of Veronicas breast in a smooth figure 8 pattern. Brianna slipped into the centre of Veronicas breasts, her tongue creeping across Briannas left breast whilst her devious hands crept across Veronica’s right breast. Brianna’s lips savoured the unique flavour of Veronica’s perky nipple slipping seamlessly beneath her tongue.
Briannas lips crept up across to the mound of Veronicas pert right breast, sucking and nipping at Veronicas erect nipple. Brianna suddenly closed her jaws around the sensitive nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasurable pain from her blindfolded partner. Finally deciding that her captive had been tormented sufficiently Brianna decided to end her cruel monopoly and continued her daring march southwards. Brianna licked and kissed her way down to the base of Veronicas stomach, savouring the luscious aroma which wafted up from Veronica’s delectable pussy lips mere centimetres away. However rather than continuing her descent towards Veronicas pussy Brianna diverted down to trail her tongue down across Veronicas left thigh, savouring the shear intensity of the lingering flavour as she delved ever deeper towards its source. Brianna scurried her way back up the length of Veronica’s thigh and back down the length of Veronica’s right thigh in delectable symmetry.
Only once her tongue finally came to rest at the base of Veronica’s stomach would she finally see the end of the interminable torture which had plagued her since they had first began this exotic fantasy. However for now it seemed the fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare for her in which she was continually being held on a precipice in which any attempt to force herself over the edge was met with swift retribution which would see her drawn back, just out of reach of her looming goal, it was tantalizingly infuriating.
The teasing caresses suddenly ceased entirely, forcing Veronica to frantically fumble for her pert nipples between her fingers in a desperate effort to maintain her on the edge of pleasure. Brianna on the other hand gracefully allowed herself to glide down onto her back on the soft mattress, her head held in the sea of pillows at the head of the bed. “Now it has become your turn to quench my thirst for pleasure and to please my every desire” Veronica reached her hand up to clasp the lower edge of the blindfold which remained snugly tied around her face, Brianna clasped her hand as Veronicas finger tips grazed the material. “However leave the blindfold on, I find it very tantalizing”
“But I can’t see anything” Veronica spoke in her vulnerable Scribe girl voice.
Brianna fought to maintain her composure. “I am sure that you do not require your eyes to hunt for pussy”
Veronica blindly fumbled her hands through the air mere centimetres from Brianna’s creamy skin. Brianna was unsure whether her companion was being deliberately sarcastic or not, it was something which was rather difficult to decipher with Veronica. In the end however Brianna found herself far too flustered to delay any longer and chose to concede, reaching up she clasped Veronicas cheeks in her hands and gently guided her lips down to her waiting breast. “You can begin with my breasts and see where your instincts take you from there” Brianna giggled.
Veronica placed her lips to the upper curve of Briannas bosom, savouring the salty sweet flavour and silky smooth texture of her flawless skin. Veronicas fingers scurried across Briannas stomach, Brianna quivered and moved beneath Veronicas finger tips, her guise as a brutal, authoritative servant of the Legion slowly beginning to melt away beneath her partners gentle touch.
Veronica finally dared to slip her lips from her partners’ breast. “You know, touching is my third favourite thing to do to things” Veronicas lips trailed down Briannas flat stomach, her lips lingering mere centimetres away from Briannas moist pussy. “In case you were wondering, the first thing is licking”
Veronicas fingers hooked beneath the lip of Briannas boxers, slowly drawing the thin material slowly down the length of Brianna’s thighs. Veronica replaced her lips to the base of Briannas stomach, slowly beginning to resume her descent down across Brianna’s shapely form.
Veronicas dexterous tongue eventually reached the apex of Briannas dripping pussy, her tongue dancing across the border between the gapping flowers of her glowing sex. Veronicas tongue finally traversed the subtle distance, her wet tongue now gliding freely across Briannas dripping pussy lips. Brianna bit back a squeal of delight as Veronica touched and caressed every one of Brianna’s sensitive points one after another. Brianna convulsed and writhed beneath Veronicas gentle caresses, each new touch eliciting another thrill causing Brianna to shiver with barely contained pleasure.

“Alright, enough games” Brianna clasped Veronica’s shoulders roughly, pressing hard into Veronicas shoulder, throwing her away from savouring Briannas delectable pussy and down onto the bed. With animalistic lust and fury Brianna leapt on top of Veronica, pinning her forcibly to the soft mattress, her gaze staring down at her with fire in her eyes. “Now, I get to ravage you”
“Sounds good to me” Veronica responded to the sudden turn of events in her usually quirky attitude. Brianna pressed her lips to Veronicas mouth, clasping her cheeks in her hands in a frenzy of passionate kisses and caresses. Brianna quickly descended downwards towards Veronicas plump breasts, moulding and caressing her flesh with her hands and kissing and licking with her lips in an animalistic attempt to stimulate Veronica to the point of excitement. It appeared that Briannas guise as a Legion Assassin had been abandoned entirely in favour of simply savouring the pleasure of the moment.
Brianna quickened her pace, eager to finally reach the warm, beating source of their shared passion. Brianna clasped her lips tightly over Veronicas warm pussy, her tongue swirling wildly in all directions in an effort to entice every one of Veronica’s sensitive regions simultaneously. It was not long before Veronica was bucking and writhing beneath her companions’ touch, the pleasure of the intimate embraces increasing tenfold, Brianna was struggling to maintain the contact.
Under the touch of Briannas gentle caresses it was not long before she finally reached the point of no return, her pleasurable moans and cries sufficient to stoke the smouldering embers of Briannas heart into a burning flame which threatened to consume them both.
With the afterglow of their orgasms washing over them and with their drained muscles refusing to maintain them any longer both could do little more than collapse uselessly in a heap onto the bed, desperately panting in much needed breaths to sustain themselves. Brianna wrapped her arms loosely around Veronica, nuzzling her lips into the nape of Veronicas neck, savouring her delectable scent. “Was it good for you?”
“Yes Mr Secret Legion Assassin man” It seemed that even the weight of exhaustion was not sufficient to dampen Veronica’s quirky attitude. “But next time you should wear the blindfold”

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Briannas eyes snapped open, a sudden up wash of cold air across her bare skin awoke her from her delicate slumber. Brianna rolled herself onto the opposite side of the bed, hoping to clutch her lover tightly in her arms, once more she found her side of the bed empty and eerily cold.
Brianna slipped off of the bed, begrudgingly redressing herself in a fresh pair of shorts and T-shirt before choosing to search the apartment. As she stepped out into the apartment it remained deafly silent, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of her companions. Boone was still out in the Mojave Wasteland hunting the remnants of Caesars broken Legion. Cass was working to organise the caravaners and traders into a more organised Caravan Company now that Crimson Caravans Alice McLaffety had been dragged back to California in disgrace after it had been revealed that she had been hiring the Van Graffs to ruthlessly remove her competition. It even appeared as though ED-E had abandoned the quiet comfort of the Lucky 38 in favour of travelling the wastes.
Brianna skulked towards the kitchen, eagerly anticipating another surprise awaiting her arrival. A slight pang of disappointment washed over her when upon entering the kitchen she was greeted by little more than her lukewarm coffee from earlier this morning. A similar reaction met her in each of the other individual rooms of the spacious apartment.
Unable to find her missing companion within the apartment Brianna decided to retire to her quarters to get some additional rest before she was inevitably awoken once again to the sound of gunfire and explosions tearing through the city as any number of the dozens of slavers and mercenaries had encountered during her travels came seeking to exact their revenge in full.
Brianna stepped back into the master bedroom, her queen-sized bed drawing her in like a sirens call. The allure of her bed proved the Couriers downfall as unknown to her the door slid silently closed behind her, a figure rising from the chair beside it, a combat knife held tightly in their right hand, before Brianna could react her assailant had the blade against her throat. “Oh crap”
Brianna could feel the cold metallic touch of the blade pressing against her neck, she knew the weapon carried a terrible bite should she dare to provoke its master. Brianna remained still, hoping to avoid aggravating her mystery aggressor into pre-emptive action.
“You know” Oh no. “You really should pay a bit more attention to your surroundings; you simply made it far too easy for me to catch you like this” Brianna recognised the voice.
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