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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: hahaha, wow… you guys get kinda pissy, don't you? *shrugs* its okay, I get it. I said a chapter would be out in a month and it took me a bit longer than that. I'd be pissed too. Unfortunately, another of my stories was seven months overdue and they needed my attention more than this story at the time. You all probably don't even care, it's not the story you wanted to read after all, I just wanted to throw it out there that I wasn't sitting on my hands oblivious to the MANY reviews DEMANDING I update.
Lol, and even if a few of you came off as a little… bratty, its okay. I still love you. It just means you enjoy the story that much and couldn't wait for the next update. Well, here it is. And on a regular update schedule from now on. For more information on that, please take a look at my profile to see what will be updated when. But first, the chapter. *bows* Enjoy.
Tag(s): Mature woman, redhead, oral, missionary, groping.
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Chapter 6
Vaguely, in the back of his mind Tomas could have sworn he heard his bodyguard barking in outrage at what he was doing. He'd never really understood why she'd been assigned to him at first, but now he was beginning to understand just how desperate some of these women were for the few amenities the Overseer promised as 'compensation' for carrying his child. And just how foolish he'd been to think they would be anything but.
Now he was paying the price.
He had no way of knowing how long he'd been caught up in the mob of estrogen, but eventually, Robin must have managed to hack her way through to him. He could feel the tight grips squeezing his wrists, shoulders, and hair lessen, and a cry of outrage settled around him. They just dropped him without warning, or so he thought until he managed to look up in time to see the tip of a baton swinging to and fro.
Finally free, Tomas responded like any small animal that had just escaped the fearsome and hungry maw of a starved predator would. On hands and knees, he scrambled past legs and feet, going unseen while Robin kept them distracted. The light at the end of the tunnel finally made its appearance, and he broke through with a gasp. But he didn't dare stop. Even with his bodyguard calling out for him, he made a break for an empty hallway, running for the sole purpose of prolonging his survival until the sounds of rage and pain began to fade.
By the time he finally came to a stop he was out of breath, panting, with bullets of sweat dripping down his face and neck. He liked to think that this made him safe, but he'd never been much of a runner, and the endless hallways of the vault made it seem like he'd only traveled a few feet. Unable to take another step, he finally settled against one of the cool metal walls and allowed his butt to sink towards the floor.
Given a moment to himself, he tried to do a little personal inspection to see if he'd been hurt. Miraculously, it seemed like all he got was a few cuts and maybe a bruise or two. No doubt in part due to long-nailed hands grasping for his clothes and person. To his embarrassment, he quickly realized the fly to his jumpsuit had been torn open, allowing the light blue color of his boxers to stand out. He chuckled, unable to help it. The sheer impossibility of what had just happened was threatening his sanity, if only for a moment. When it passed, however, all he could do was frown.
Seriously, what even was his life anymore? He felt like he was losing his mind, and just when he felt like he might be able to get a handle on things he was nearly torn apart by a group of women who might have done God knows what if he hadn't gotten away. Even worse, it was only after he started running that he realized he didn't have anyone or anywhere he could run too.
His family was basically MIA, not that he even wanted to see his mother at this point.
The only time he got to see his sister was when she was passed out on her bed but given just how little help she had been and the way she'd been treating him since this began she ranked only slightly lower on his list of people he wanted to avoid than their mother.
He couldn't rely on his teacher anymore as she had all but given him the boot and tossed him out to the wolves.
Even Camille had started to act… weird lately, staring at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention and glaring at him when she knew he was. Not to mention she hardly said a word to him anymore, even when they were alone together. Today had been what felt like the first full sentence he'd heard from her lips in two whole days. The one before that had been asking him to pass the ketchup.
He'd thought talking to his teacher would help calm him down, but he quickly realized he'd never felt more stressed than he had after they last spoke.
"Hello..." a bright and cheery voice called to his right, from the same direction he'd just finished running from. Still sitting on the floor, Tomas felt his eyes widen and the instinct to flee flared to live once again.
It was a woman, obviously, with bright red hair that flowed down her shoulders. She was staring at him with eyes that were bright and friendly, seemingly void of the frantic craze that had driven those other women to such extremes. What amazed him even more than their seeming clarity, however, was their green hue. Playing off the darker shade of her burgundy eyebrows and pale freckled cheeks dimpling under the strain of her grin, they had an almost ethereal welcoming shine to them.
Doing a quick survey of the situation, he noted she wasn't attacking him, so that was a plus. But he didn't know what to make of her either. She wasn't someone he knew from town, and she wasn't a teacher from the school. True he didn't know most of the people here in the vault, but the majority of them he had at least seen over the years. This woman, though, was a complete stranger.
Feeling that the silence stretching between them was reaching the point of growing uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to return the greeting. Slowly and carefully, trying to learn from the mistake that had nearly gotten him gang raped just minutes ago. "Hello?" Clearly dubious, this strange woman didn't seem to care in the slightest and brightened at hearing his voice. The wrinkle between Tomas' brow deepened at her reaction...perfectly...calm, normal...something he was beginning to believe ceased to exist when the vault was sealed.
"Would you mind if I sat with you?" she asked. The question was odd and out of place, much like her sudden appearance had been, but Tomas couldn't find any reason to deny her. Nodding once, the red-haired woman's eyes seemed to twinkle, and being the young man that he was, Tomas found himself unable to look away. A moment passed before she gingerly lowered herself until her butt settled on the cold floor just within what Tomas considered his personal bubble. Rather than panic, he found his body warming at her sudden proximity, more than aware of how well she happened to fill out her blue and yellow jumpsuit.
"Tomas, right?" she asked as though she hadn't just seen him looking at her chest, as though anybody in the vault didn't already know his name. She reached out to shake his hand, offering her own but was careful not to thrust it too close. "I'm Candice, but, everyone calls me Candy." He couldn't help but blink at the gesture, pausing for what must have been half a minute before slowly reaching out to return it. Even through his cautious mindset, he couldn't help but take note of how soft her skin felt in his hand.
Banishing the thought he pulled his hand away, and Candy continued staring at him. Not dangerously, not even curiously, she just watched him with a kind and gentle expression. Unbidden, he found himself relaxing against the wall ever so slightly. Not enough to erase the confusion that still swirled through his thoughts, but enough so that he didn't feel like he was in any danger.
"You're...here to have sex with me, aren't you?" It was less of a question and more of an assumption. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine why else this grown woman he'd never met before was taking the time to sit with him, especially considering the circumstances they were in. If she was caught off guard by his blunt accusation, she didn't show it. Hell, she didn't even blink. Instead, her smile just widened slightly as her head tilted playfully to the side.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" she answered, not at all denying the accusation. That only made Tomas' eyes widen. Then, much to his surprise, his sudden reaction earned him a delighted giggle. She continued in a teasing tone, "I hope I'm not too disgusting." His answer was to blush hotly, which only earned him another bout of pleasant laughter.
Disgusting… was not the first word nor the last that came to mind when one laid their eyes on Candice Millar for the first time. Delightful, bubbly, curvy, yes. But not disgusting. As if to punctuate this point Tomas allowed his eyes to fall below her hypnotizing gaze for a second time to admire, if a bit reluctantly, her bountiful womanly assets.
Even without the drugs enhancing her chest and hips, she had been rather gifted. Taking after her mother who used her allure and influence in the same way, just as she taught her own daughter. The same teachings that encouraged her to arch her back as soon as Tomas' gaze faltered, giving even more curve to the full and mountainous mass of her chest.
He caught himself a moment later, all but shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Below the belt, it wasn't quite as easy to banish the lustful thoughts, and he found himself cursing internally at the throbbing length of his newly awoken erection snaking across his thigh. Still slightly torn from his foray, the bulge in his boxers was even more obvious. It was all he could do to keep from covering his shame with both hands, in the vain hope that she hadn't noticed.
Candy had noticed. Of course she had. Over the years she'd learned quite a bit about men as well as their tells. Compared to a state senator worried about paparazzi catching wind of his illicit affair, the sixteen-year-old boy was about as indecipherable as a billboard. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing – just the opposite in fact. At least now she could rest easy knowing he was interested in women, which had seriously been in question among the old rumor mill. And if he wanted a woman, then Candy had nothing to worry about, she just needed to become that woman he desired.
It was another thing she had mastered over the years and a major factor in her success. Everyone wanted something, wanted someone after all. If that someone wasn't her, she simply became that person, at least in their eyes. She could play the innocent, naive college girl just as easily as she could become the lady in red if that was what they wanted. Sultry or sweet, innocent or indecent, none of it mattered to her in the end so long as she got what she wanted.
Tomas finally managed to stutter a reply, seeing the expectant interest in her stare. "I-I'm just not really… in the mood." He couldn't help but wince, wondering if it was possible for him to sound any more pathetic. After all, here was this gorgeous woman practically spreading her legs for him and he wasn't in the mood? In his defense, having nearly gotten torn apart by a horny mob, sex really was the last thing on his mind. No matter how much his body would argue.
Surprisingly, Candy just shrugged her shoulders before bracing herself to stand. On her feet, she gave her curvaceous rump and thighs a thorough brushing and pat down before flashing the boy another smile. "That's fine," she waved. "Maybe next time then, it was very nice meeting you, Tomas." Reaching out she bent over to shake his hand or to help him up – he couldn't tell. However, she was quite purposefully allowing the full weight of her breasts to strain against the front of her suit either way. This time, Tom's eyes were locked on her face, feeling even more confused than ever by the way she was acting.
"T-that's it?" he found himself asking before he could stop himself. Candy pretended to play confused by his question, offering another tilt of her angular face. "I mean, ah, I guess I just thought you would…" only to trail off, not really sure what he'd been thinking.
"That I'd what?" she grinned, flashing a row of perfectly set teeth. "Attack you?" she lifted her hands in mocking clawed swipe before widening her eyes menacingly. The show ended with a snort that she quickly hid behind her hand.
"Or, I don't know, keep asking?" He countered, at which Candy just rolled her eyes. Groaning long and loud. The image was starting to become clear for her though. The problem wasn't that he had no interest in girls, or even that he was looking for something specific. From what she was seeing, he was simply annoyed from being pestered every waking hour, something she could relate with to an extent.
It wasn't quite the same, but playing hard to get looked like it was going to be a better choice. If he was sick of being chased, all she had to do was make him feel like she was someone that wouldn't bother him or be after him.
"Please," she waved the thought away, "you're not into it right now. Trust me; I get it. Just like I get that there is nothing more annoying than assholes who keep pestering you after you've already turned them down...and taken out a restraining order on them," she gave a quick wink before gesturing to herself. "I don't think I have to tell you I've got more than enough experience dealing with that crap." To which Tomas forced his eyes away, desperately needing to look anywhere but the snug, elastic material clinging to the woman's curves.
"I mean," she went on, "sex is supposed to be fun, right? If you're not enjoying yourself what's the point?"
Sex? Fun? He'd almost forgotten the two words could be put in the same sentence. Ever since he walked through those doors, all he'd heard was responsibility, fate, duty. And of course, babies, babies and more babies. His time with Abigail had been enjoyable, of course. But even that had had this… cloud of inevitability looming over their heads. Tomas blinked at the woman like she was speaking an entirely different language.
"Then you're about the only one in the vault who thinks so," he groused – eyes widening with a long breathy sigh. Candy frowned, putting on a thoughtful expression at hearing that. 'So it's not just him being hounded all the time? It's almost like he...dreads sex?' Tom's blue eyes glanced up after a few moments, just in time to see her lean against the wall for a moment, before sliding down to the ground once again. This time as she sat down she didn't even try to create an illusion of personal boundaries, pressing her leg comfortably against his own. Tomas' back straightened accordingly.
'He doesn't want someone specific, but he does want something specific...' her brow crinkled momentarily as she reviewed what little she had gleaned from him so far. 'If I can get him to open up a bit, it shouldn't be too difficult...' she mused. When she mentioned her own similar history, his reaction had been positive. All she had to do was keep building from there, make some common ground, perhaps a sympathetic ear or shoulder to lean on, and from there it would be a walk in the park.
"I guess you've been having a hard time since this all started, huh?" It was rhetorical, and she wasn't expecting an answer, but it still made her smile seeing eyes lock on the firm, warm weight of her thigh. "We can talk about it if you want. Truth be told, I've seen you walking around the vault a few times, and it doesn't seem like you're nearly as excited as a sixteen-year-old boy in your position should be." Another wink and another hot flush passed through the corridor.
Tom stared down at his lap, trying and failing to ignore how warm her skin felt even through two layers of clothing. Peeking out of the corner of his eyes, he tried to figure out why she was being so nice to him but quickly gave up. There were so many secrets and half-truths in his life nowadays that a few more wouldn't make a difference. Whatever she was up to, something about her helped him relax, and he found the words flowing before he could stop to think why.
"It's just been really stressful," he sighed, frowning and picking at the end of his fingernail with his thumb. "Ever since I got here it's like everyone wants me to do this, or be that. Like, I get that there isn't anyone else that can help them. It's just… a lot to handle. Suddenly, I can't like a girl or even be with her because I need to belong to everyone. I was nobody before the world ended, but now I'm supposed to be this…" He paused looked for any word that might match his current circumstances. "Savior, or hero or something that I know I'm not." Finally, he let his head fall into his hands, exhaustion and frustration taking over.
"Oh, and then on top of all that I still need to put up with this," he gestured to the very obvious erection in his pants, "popping up every five seconds. So…sorry if I'm not jumping at every girl I happen to glance at. It's a little hard to notice things like if someone's attractive when I'm busy dodging mobs of women. I mean, the one time I tried to do anything but ignore everyone, I almost got gang raped!" he growled holding up his arm to show the slightly shredded and...unless he was mistaken, gnawed material of his jumpsuit and scratched flesh underneath.
Candy stared at him for… a long time. Both surprised and a little shocked at how much the boy beside her had been holding in. Watching him sulk around the halls it had been easy to assume he was just emotional or being dramatic, especially knowing the advantages he had to gain just by doing what was asked of him. But the fact remained that he was still only sixteen, he'd lost just as much when the bombs dropped as every woman here, and by his own admission had very little if any experience with the opposite sex. Unfortunately… as nice as she was trying to seem she did have a goal in this 'chance' meeting. Though, she decided there was no reason they both couldn't benefit from it.
What he wanted, and what he needed was to escape, from this place, himself, and his responsibilities. She didn't need to create an image or persona to get his attention or notice, all she had to do was give him a chance to forget about everything and everyone.
That was something she was quite experienced at. Really, it was no different from what she normally did. In fact, it was much easier because she didn't need to give him some false promise to get the ball rolling. For once in her life, she could get what she wanted from someone by simply being herself and offering what she always did. No pretense, no premise, no promise.
Just a chance to forget everything.
Tomas sighed into his lap, embarrassed that he'd gone off like that to the first person just willing to actually listen to him. Daring to glance in her direction he was expecting a myriad of expressions based on the few others he had tried to voice such things about. Disgust like his sister, confusion like Robin, irritation like Abigail, or just some good old fashion awkwardness as she excused herself from his person as quickly as possible like Camille. Instead, he found himself staring into the same warm, honest eyes he had seen when she first sat next to him. The unexpected empathy was more than he'd ever hoped for or realized that he even wanted. When her hand reached out and took his, he didn't even think of pulling away, genuinely grateful for the simple physical contact.
"Wow," was all she said, eyebrows raised and slightly exasperated. And that was all it took for Tomas to feel a bubble of laughter make its way up his chest and through his nose. That just about summed it up, didn't it? Everything he had felt, everything he had thought boiled down into a single word.
"Sorry," he amended, smiling to himself. "I didn't mean to dump everything on you like that. It's only been two months, and it already feels like the walls are about to crush me," he explained lamely.
"No, no. I get it. I'm just glad I could help. Although…" she paused, stopping short. Tomas naturally glanced in her direction only to spot her apparent sudden confliction. Pausing for only a heartbeat, he took the bait without a moment's hesitation, and Candy had to suppress her smirk of victory.
"What?" his concern now pointed at her. Though in his eyes he'd managed to stumble upon something close to a friend, even if they only knew each other for some twenty odd minutes.
"Well, I don't want to bring it up since you already said you aren't in the mood, but well, since you asked, honestly it sounds like a good fuck is exactly what you need." The word fell from her lips like butter across bread, and Tomas found himself utterly shocked to have even heard it from such a nice lady. Rather than suspicious, his mind struggled to make sense of her sudden shift in tone, and his response showed just that.
"W-what do you mean," he flushed a bright red color. It wasn't often he heard a woman talk like that, to say the least, and it disarmed him more than he was willing to admit.
Holding up her free hand in a seesaw gesture, she spoke hesitantly, at least that's the way it came across. "I mean, you keep talking about how much stress you're under and how pressured you feel. I can't think of a better cure than putting all that frustration into a good afternoon of sweating under the sheets." More crass language, this time overtly sexual. "At least that's how most of the men I know dealt with it," she explained with a shrug like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"A little stoking to his male pride and ego, and..."
"Really…?"
"Mhmm," she hummed knowingly, letting her eyes drift off and upward with a lazy smile as though she was remembering some fond memory. "And you know, I usually helped them. Relax that is. I'm sure if any of them were still around they'd tell you I was pretty good at it." Finally, Tomas didn't know what to say and was forced to just stare at her, acutely aware of the curvaceous feminine body suddenly so close to his. Met with his silence, she looked him directly in the eye with that same warm, glowing brightness that had drawn him to her in the first place.
"Look," she sighed, "I meant what I said before. Sex, it's supposed to be fun, a way to blow off steam and just let go, to forget about everything and just...be free for a while. Duty? The future? Babies? Just forget about all that for a second and try to remember what it was like when you were still a sixteen-year-old kid without a care in the world." Candy, seeing that she had him, couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her lips this time and reached for the zipper holding her jumpsuit together. In one slow motion, she drew the metal tag down all the way to her navel. The elastic material naturally parted over the generous swell of her breasts. But rather than revealing a tank top or bra as expected, there was more of the same pale freckled flesh that covered her neck and face.
Tomas' breath stopped in his chest the moment he noticed her sudden exposure. The material stopped just before the tips of her breasts could fall free, the erect nubs having snagged the metal zipper just barely. Regardless, his vision was filled with the soft flesh of her breasts and the deep valley of her cleavage.
If he thought it was strange that this seemingly innocent stranger had approached him wearing nothing under her jumpsuit, there wasn't enough blood in his northern head to relay the message to the rest of his consciousness. Instead, he remained frozen in place, watching her and listening to the warm honey sweet words as they fell from her plump lips.
"Tomas," and never before had he enjoyed the sound of his own name so much. "Trust me when I say this, the Overseer? That big group or club of old women running the vault? They have no idea what sex is about – and they ever did. Sex should be the one time you aren't stressed or thinking, where you don't have to worry about anything except your own cock and the bed you're fucking on." Oddly enough, hearing her curse only made his blood pound harder in the base of his erection; whose girth was growing uncomfortably stiff the longer he sat there. With her. With her hand moving towards him!
He glanced down and, sure enough, feeling a tickle on his thigh saw that her fingers had wormed their way towards his tented member. Fighting the urge to push her away, when he looked back into the calming pool of her gaze, he found his reservations falling away until finally, the whole of her palm settled around the ridged staff threatening to tear a hole through the material.
"Just let me show you what it's supposed to be like, let me take away some of that stress." And before he could even think about stopping her, Tomas found his eyes widening as her face moved towards his – only to fall towards his lap. Back against the metal, all he could do was stare and breathe as her fingers moved inside his pants and around his straining flesh. It wasn't a moment later that he felt the cool, air-conditioned air around his head.
"Close your eyes, Tom," Candy's voice filled his ears while her breath washed over his crown. Even this much was enough to summon a small nest of tingles to sprinkle his scrotum and carry up through his length. Hearing her call him 'Tom' startled him almost as much as her warm breath had. The only other person to call him that was... he had to stop from gasping out loud as visions of Abigail swam to the surface of his thoughts.
"Shhhhhh, stop thinking, just feel. Let me take everything else away…" and just like that, her lips swallowed the remaining distance between them to lay a lingering kiss on his swollen head.
It was… bigger than Candy had been expecting on such a slim boy his age, but that was the miracle of chemical enhancements for you. Still, it wasn't anything so large that she hadn't encountered or handled before. Stretching her jaw, the spongy surface of his beaming red head slipped between her lips and past her teeth to greet her tongue. Latching around his shaft, the smooth, veiny skin slipped easily as she sucked against his length, the warm mixture of her saliva and beads of pre cum began coating his length. Without pausing she laid the flat of her tongue along his throbbing underside, moving side to side as she engulfed him only to withdraw a moment later. She made sure to keep the very tip of her tongue curled with every stroke, teasing and stimulating the sensitive flesh.
The motions were easy, familiar, but most of all, well practiced. Finally, for the first time since she'd walked into this damned vault she was in her domain, she was in complete control. The struggled gasps from the boy above her only further cemented the artistry in which she practiced. Around his cock, she allowed her cheeks to stretch into a light grin, all the while forcing her face closer towards his lap and feeding more of his warm meat into her waiting lips.
For Tomas' part, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. Truth be told, he was doing his best just to hold on and keep from shutting down completely. Abigail had certainly never done anything like this; she was always so focused on his cum going deep into a woman, as far as he could reach. Wasting it on a blowjob would've had her up in arms for sure.
Thinking of his teacher a second time, a quiet pang of guilt distracted him from the ministrations playing in his lap. A lingering phantom of morality that insisted this was cheating on his beloved teacher tugged at him. That flicker was snuffed from existence the moment he felt the soft point of her long tongue draw from his shaft to press against the slit of his cock.
Clenching down, his balls rose from between his legs in an irrefutable wave of pleasure. Beads of pre-cum dribbled free, an innocuous prelude to the flood that would follow in its wake. Before he could think better of it, his hand reached out to settle on the back of her head, urging her even further down his pole and pushing even more of himself into her slippery lips.
Her mouth felt so AMAZING! Wet, warm and soft, he could feel every bump of her taste buds washing across his stiff flesh sending sparks of pleasure through his body with every pass. Sucking against him, the smooth walls of her cheeks hollowed to smother his heated tip even further. Whatever she didn't swallow was carefully attended by the soft fingers wrapped around his base, pulling it with timed precision to milk him of every last drop. Before he knew it, he was doing exactly as she told him, closing his eyes and allowing her to work all the stress along his cock into her waiting mouth.
He had a lot to give. And he was tired of holding back…
Candy worked his cock like a pro, almost overloading his senses with everything she'd learned over the years. There were some differences between men, but by far a warm mouth and bit of licking seemed to be the quickest way to scratch their itch. Was it fun? Not particularly. Did she like the taste of cum nearly as much as she had to pretend? God no. Was it necessary in her line of work? Almost as much as the very tits she flashed in his direction.
Between her expertise and his lack of experience, she could read him through his cock alone, following his each and every reaction and responding accordingly. Some signs, however, were easier to read than others.
A sudden swelling in his head, a throb along his length, and his grip tightening against her skull could only point towards one conclusion. The kind she knew best. Which is why, when he finally did cum, and she felt the first blast of burning, thick jizz, Candy handled it like a champ. Continuing to suck and pump along his length even as the salty, bitter flavor threatened to spill past her pursed lips she didn't let up for an instant.
Tomas gasped, he moaned and grunted with each pressurized blast from his loins. "Deeper Tom, you need to go deeper. Good, no stop thrusting, just relax your hips and let gravity carry the semen the rest of the way. You want to do what? What good would your cum do there?" The instructions from his lovely lady came and went, echoing like they were conditioned to appear through his pleasure. With Abigail, there was so much pressure, so much to remember. This was the first time he had ever been able to just enjoy his orgasm and the heavy sensation of cum traveling from his shaft into the warm body of a woman.
When it ended, he was a mess. Sweaty, exhausted, and he still had his hand forcing Candy's face against his crotch, almost pressing his tip against the back of her throat. Rather than resist, she simply waited for him to relent, until he had his fill of her lips wrapped around his girth. Still hard in her mouth, she even forced her tongue to move through the thick collection of cum still gathered in her mouth, caressing and petting his cock through the aftershocks of pleasure.
Finally, he relaxed his grip, releasing her hair and leaning back so she could pull free. Rather than jump up, even in this situation she took her time, knowing he was watching as she drew her lips over his shaft and head one last time. With practiced ease, she pulled free with an audible and deliberate, 'Pop'.
He was watching her. Of course he was, why wouldn't he be? And Tomas visibly shuttered at seeing the very same lips that had been smiling coyly just minutes ago pull free from his still swollen head. If it was possible, he thought he might be even harder now than when she'd started, even after such an amazing orgasm. This didn't change as he noticed a stray line of white still clinging to her delicate mouth, dripping from her lips down to her chin. Mentally he could only marvel at how much more of himself he'd let loose.
Collecting a fraction of his thoughts he was about to apologize for the lack of warning, but before he even had the chance, he found her eyes staring into his with purpose, gleeful even before her sharp features tilted back allowing the thick wad to creep down her throat, finishing with a definite swallow.
His jaw dropped.
The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes; he was ashamed to realize. Be that as it may, the sensation of her mouth on him was forever burned into the front of his brain. His first blowjob; a milestone every man would eventually encounter at some point in their lives. His face beamed, but not before he realized Candy had been right.
His expression must have been saying just that, because not a moment after finishing her impromptu meal, Candy's grin turned knowing as she swiped her thumb across her chin to dispose of the last of his 'gift.'
"Feeling better?" a rhetorical question if ever there was one. In response, all he could do was laugh. Breathless and gasping, but laughing. The kind of laugh he hadn't been able to feel, let alone voice, for what felt like a very, very long time.
It might have only been for a few moments, but at the peak of his pleasure, everything else in the world had just bled away. He'd been free to just exist without any of his anxiety or worry to weigh against his conscience.
Candy joined him a minute later, resting her mane of red curls across his shoulder while their bodies jerked and rolled with the unreasonable joy. It took longer than he would have liked to admit before he noticed her jumpsuit was still open, and that her mounds had fallen free from their previously teasing pose, revealing full creamy breasts that jiggled with each playful giggle and every heaving breath.
Capping each was the smallest nipple he'd ever seen, standing out pink, innocent, and wound tight against the softness of the surrounding flesh. His laughter slowly died out, replaced by another emotion just as powerful.
The sudden quietness did not go unnoticed by Candy, who was more than aware of how her breast had 'accidentally' fallen from their confines. Nor was she oblivious to the sudden shift in his demeanor. Smiling to herself, her hand snaked across his lap, taking him by surprise as she wrapped it around his ridged girth once more. He shot her a questioning glance but made no move to deter her.
"You know, I can still help you work out more of that stress if you'd like…" The smoldering bewitching look she gave him, Tomas swore it had to have been magic or some kind of spell to draw him in.
He wanted it, and that alone was enough to send a shot of worry through his heart. He looked at this woman; beautiful, flushed, and gripping his dick and the only thing he could think was that he wanted her.
Having spent so much time with Abigail, he knew he cared about her; he knew he loved her. But then, where was the guilt? Why did all of this feel so easy when he knew she should be the only one in his heart? Well, because Candy wasn't in his heart, and that simple realization was enough to send a resounding pang that echoed through his being.
He didn't love Candy. Hell, he didn't even know this woman. But he wanted her; he wanted to touch her, feel her lips on his skin, feel her tight body wind around his cock as he forced his load deep into her snatch. He wanted all of it, but that was it.
Maybe… maybe he'd been looking at his situation wrong? Maybe being with other women didn't have to mean betraying his feelings. Sex and love didn't mean the same thing; even if Abigail believed them to be the core of his affections. In fact, this would only prove his feelings for her! It would prove that he could have sex with this beautiful woman and still know his heart would remain steadfast.
Abigail taught him to be assertive, to reach out and claim what he wanted. Feeling his hand capture her nearest tit, he could only wonder if she would be proud of him now?
Candy's eyes widened at seeing the sudden hunger in his eyes as his hand reached out for her body. He didn't hesitate; he didn't pause, he simply reached out like it was the most natural thing in the world. Focusing on the whole of her breast, his fingers sank into the generous flesh, molding the shape of his palm into the delicious softness of her womanly skin. Candy couldn't deny the spark of pleasure the action forced through her body. It was unexpected true, but she welcomed it nevertheless.
She grinned, not the same grin as before but one of predator that had finally captured its pray.
Without warning she moved to stand, tearing her body from his hand but allowing him an even better view as it and its twin shook and wobbled from her quick movements. Now naked from the waist up she didn't even bother trying to fix her clothing. Instead, she chose to pull him to his feet and after her as she stepped with purpose towards another of the seemingly endless corridors. They couldn't have walked for more than a minute or two before she came to a door, opening it to pull him though. And before he could even think to turn around, the sound of the metal shutter slid back to the floor, clicking into place.
Looking around he found himself in a room full of beds, but with no people. Peering into the eerie silence, he couldn't help but stare at how the other inhabitants of the vault were forced to live.
The beds themselves appeared uniform. Each stood in a row creating a narrow passage to walk between. Bunk beds, and a few canvas cots, it looked like those lucky enough to have the bottom bunk had taken to hanging their only blanket from the bed above, creating something close to a curtain. A blatant attempt at creating even a modicum of privacy in the overpopulated metal cage.
Personal objects could be seen stuffed underneath the thin mattress and metal frames. A majority looked like small squares of paper, photos most likely. But from his position, Tomas managed to make out a number of toys and scraps of clothes and even a few stuffed animals – no doubt belonging to their deceased spouses or sons.
Without a word of warning or explanation Candy pulled the boy by his shirt before shoving him onto one of the many open cots scattered wherever they could fit. She quickly joined after him, forcing herself onto the bed that, honestly, seemed too small for even just one person. For just that moment, he could take his eyes off of her, staring around at what to him looked more like a prison block than anything that could be considered a home.
"It's my quarters," she explained seeing his searching gaze, scoffing at the implied ownership. "Well, me and about eleven other women anyway. I know it's not much but… somehow I see an upgrade coming in the near future." It was impossible to ignore the smirk in her tone.
Tomas laid on his back, a single arm trapped under Candy's weight and wrapped around her waist to keep her from tumbling to the floor. As a result, her breasts were practically molded to the front of his suite, her stiff nipples rolling and rubbing against him with each shift in her posture. She laid her head against his chest, allowing her free hand to move back towards his cock, still standing proudly from his torn pants.
He felt her hand settle around his member, still slick with her own saliva and his own fluids. Her expert fingers then started to pump against him, surprising him enough that he had to stop his eyes from rolling backward, the promise of pleasure as distracting as ever.
"Why… so many in one room?" he managed to ask, grunting near the end. Honestly, he'd like nothing more than to jump right into her body, but a nagging question in the back of his mind was just that, nagging. Candy's pace didn't falter in the least, but she did move so he could see her dry expression plain as day.
"Because we're all alone," she answered easily like it was obvious. "Families have to be put together, or at least the vault does their best to make it happen. Their harder to manage but most of the vault wasn't nearly that lucky. Either, they had to say goodbye at the gate, or their husbands and sons got sent down the other path. Just makes sense to stuff as many of us into one place as possible, right? Efficient and all that. How else are they expecting to make room for their deluxe suits?"
To anyone else, such practices would be unacceptable. But Candy said it so easily, like it was happening all the way on the other side of the world rather than to herself and everyone around her. Her hand reached for the front of his shirt, pinching the small metal tag at his throat before pulling it down.
Tomas could only lay there, trying to digest this new information while Candy worked on exposing his undershirt from his torn top. She took advantage of his pause, forcing her hand under the thin wife beater to spread her palm against his pale skin. A shiver of delight broke across his chest, goose bumps spreading wherever her fingers traced. The sudden shift encouraged his own hand, first settled on her hip but then shifting a bit lower to grab a handful of her round backside. Her mouth opened in a mock gasp of shock but her obvious smile ruined the effect.
"And," he breathed, finding it harder and harder to keep talking while the woman worked her body against his, "where is everyone now, then?" Her answer was to shrug, roll her eyes, and kiss the newly exposed skin of his chest as she worked his shirt up over his collar.
"Work," she hummed, "believe it or not, not everyone has the time to spend running up and down hallways all day." He blushed despite himself, remembering just how this woman had stumbled upon him. Of course, given a moment to think about it, he was beginning to realize there might have been just a bit more planning on her side than she'd led him to believe. He idly wondered if he should be upset about that. Instead, he decided to answer her teasing tone with his own, squeezing her offered butt cheek just a bit harder for added effect.
"Didn't seem to stop you," he stared into her twinkling green eyes. "Pretty sure the penalty for skipping a shift is food restrictions." Rather than show worry or even a hint of regret, Candy just snorted.
Pointing her fingernail against his chest, she released the flesh of his chest for just long enough to look up and smirk at him. "Well, I was on my way when, wouldn't you know it, a certain teenage boy happen to call on me. And well, the Overseer was very clear about what happens if we try and ignore that rule. I didn't have any choice but to follow the law." Her lips kissed his chest again, just above his nipple this time. "And whatever," another kiss, this time against his collar, "nefarious plans he had in store for me." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, forcing a small groan to rise as he felt her teeth latch onto his pulse point.
Speaking past her teeth, she finished her reply, a smile practically dripping from her lips, "anything else and I'd be breaking the law."
"I can't imagine," Tomas drawled, or at least the best he could passed his pounding heart. Her dry chuckle filled his ear.
"Hmm, last I checked those little classes of yours started up fifteen minutes ago. I don't see you carrying a text book." Chuckling under her breath, she missed the startled shift that flicked through the boy's eyes as he remembered where he was supposed to be.
All of which lasted half a second.
School, Camille, Abigail, all things he was trying to forget about. Besides, just thinking about going there, about seeing the woman he loved while knowing he couldn't do anything to be near her was more than he could take after everything else today. Tomorrow… tomorrow he would try and makes sense of how he was going to spend the next day of school. Right now he just wanted to stop talking and remember what it was like to be inside of a woman.
Candy shifted towards the middle of the bed while Tomas moved to hover above her. Breasts out, he watched the heavy mounds settle on either side of her chest, the light pink tips pointing in opposite directions. Already spread around his hips, her open legs made room for him to settle his less than impressive weight against her body.
The underside of his cock naturally pressed between them, the full heat and stiff pressure dangerously close to the core of her being. It was a promise of what was to come, of what she could expect when he finally slipped inside her tight hole, and that alone was enough to feel a sudden awakening in her loins. The sensations came from nowhere, but stole her higher thinking nevertheless. A frightening experience if she wasn't already so prepared to take in his every inch.
He buried his face between her breasts, kissing and nipping at the pale freckled skin in much the same fashion as she'd done to his chest. Laying back and letting him have his fun, Candy had been more than ready to start practicing her familiar array of fake gasps and mewls to play things up for him. But before she could even start, she was surprised to find sounds being summoned from her lungs all on their own. It was rare that she actually got enjoy her… transactions. But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. No, instead she laced her fingers through the pale locks of his tousled blond hair, massaging his scalp and encouraging him in his worship of her body.
Candy laid there for some time, just letting the blond boy have his way exploring her body as tongues of fire licked at her loins. This was always the easiest part, at least before coming to the vault full of women, no doubt in part to her sizable assets. You knew it was a good job when you got to spend half of it laying back and letting someone else do all the work. Before long, she realized something she hadn't been expecting.
He was good. Not the greatest by a long shot mind you, but definitely not the worst she'd had in her time. Glancing down, she opened her mouth and felt a wall of hot air escape in a long drawn sigh.
His hands fit wonderfully against her swollen breast, squeezing the soft flesh with gentle but firm attention that left a heat baking beneath her surface. Suddenly, she could feel her bare skin underneath the jumpsuit becoming uncomfortably stifling. Enough to summon a thin layer of sweat across the pale, pink flesh. The sensations and temperature only continued to build as her body heated up more and more, until the mature woman could feel her breath start to shorten for real.
The natural flow of their bodies encouraged the two to start rolling against each other. In effect, the weight of his cock against her clothed mound only increased her frustrations. It was like torture, feeling the hot bar of manly flesh so close to piercing her, giving her exactly what her body had been conditioned to crave. No doubt, he could feel the moist heat wafting off her core. Hopefully, it would encourage him to stop playing this game and just give her what she was beginning to need.
Tomas smiled to himself, feeling the shift in her demeanor only urged him on further. A sense of pride was beginning to take root as he read the subtle tells he'd been taught to pick up on. Abigail had been… eager in their time together, never afraid or shy when telling him how to handle her wonderful body, and it was those same lessons that allowed him to even pretend confidence in this odd situation.
Confidence, not familiarity.
She wasn't exactly the same, and he found it hard to adjust from what he knew so well, what had become a memorized pattern and ritual. His teacher, whose voice never failed to cry out when feeling his thumbs drag across her nipples, was a far cry from Candy's passive, if not appreciative hum to the same ministrations. Likewise, her voice only seemed to appear when his touch was a bit harsher, pinching, twisting, pulling and pressing against the bright red color of her expressive tips.
His time with Abigail was practiced, easy, and something closer to a dance as he moved and responded to her quivering womanhood. There was nothing wrong with dancing, and he looked forward to the day he could return to her arms. But he wasn't guilty of admitting that he found the chance of trying something new any less tantalizing.
New breasts on a new body with a new face that stared at him with their own unique expressions as his lips kissed a trail across her flushed collar before finally settling around her hardened nipple. Everything about her was entirely new and different, this factor alone was enough to send a quick cheeky thrill through him that he'd assumed could only be found through real love and affection. But if this was how all of his encounters were going to be… well, maybe the time between his and Abigail's reunion wouldn't be quite as heartbreaking as he'd assumed.
Her breast was soft against his lips, a stark contrast to the stubborn nub drawing along the length of his tongue as he lapped at her offered flesh. The taste of her sweat flushed skin played against his taste buds, bland and slightly chemical from the unscented soap used by the vault. But underneath that, the salty, sweaty flavor was becoming more and more apparent as the strain of her body increased.
Sucking against her womanly mounds, first one, and then the other, a portion of her breast was drawn up into his mouth that he greedily welcomed. Listening to her reactions, he was gratified to feel her heartbeat quicken as his hand openly molested the remaining orb. Finally, the muted grunts and moans forced from her lips climaxed with a sigh. And immediately after, Tomas could feel her hands suddenly on him, pawing at what was left of his clothing to remove it as quickly as possible.
By this point, his erection was almost painfully hard, seemingly sentient in its awareness of what was about to unfold. Helping her as best he could, Tomas lifted himself from her body just enough to pull the torn suit and shirt from his shoulders and hips. Soon Candy was gifted with his thin, weedy frame, a sight that disturbed her in its attractiveness where she knew there should be none.
This… wasn't part of the plan. Smile, be his friend, cheer him up and give him some courage; all so he could cum and dump a free ticket to the easy life between her legs. Spread her knees, moan when it was appropriate, it was all the things she was used to doing to hurry up that part of her life as much as she had control over.
Now, she knew there were drugs in her body, just like she knew what they did. It was almost impossible to get a full night's sleep without being woken up to at least a few woman fingering themselves when they thought they could get away with it. But at best, she'd assumed that the hormones might improve the experience a bit more than usual.
Oh, how naive she'd been.
He wasn't even inside of her and she could already feel a sopping wetness coating the insides of her thighs. Deep in her core, a pang of need throbbed with every beat of her heart, whose pace continued to climb, which in turn made her blood burn even hotter. She felt like she had a fever, like her entire world was starting to center around this… this boy who should have been putty in her hands. She'd underestimated everything, and now she was paying the price for her overconfidence.
She was panting, any and all attempts at controlling her racing pulse had long since been forgotten. The clothing around her hips and ass were now sticking to her like latex, tight, contorting and so fucking hot! It was all she could do to keep from tearing the fabric from her skin. Instead, she found herself staring moon-eyed and enraptured by the thin arms and undeveloped frame of a sixteen-year-old boy.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Even worse, as soon as she felt his hands settle around her waist, getting ready to strip the rest of her clothes off right then and there, all the reservations and doubts she'd been experiencing began to just disappear. In their place, a profound frustration peeked to the point that she no longer cared how it happened. So long as she was able to feel the warm blossom of cum erupt deep inside of her core.
Drugs, this vault, even Tomas himself, who cared about any of that now? She was here to do a job, and nothing else mattered. She lifted her hips and allowing him to draw her open suit over her curves, thus thrusting her naked form completely into the open.
Seeing Candy hot and bothered, Tomas wasn't doing much better physically. The stress in his lungs sounded with each breath and the sweat clinging the fringe of his hair to his forehead made him blink against the stinging salt.
Nearly naked himself, there had been an initial pause of hesitation before he could muster up the courage to remove his boxers, all but straining to conceal the full length of his manhood. Though he had no problems at all admiring the body laid out before him. His eyes devoured her, unable and unwilling to look away as he quickly forced the elastic band around his bulge down his legs.
She was made of sex; there was no other way to describe her. Full of soft curves, deep valleys, salacious grins, and that damned knowing look in her eye that seemed to force all thought from his mind. Even now as she looked at him, one corner of her lips curled upwards, forgoing the same manners he had as the bright green iris's of her eyes slipped down to his cock. A sharp pain of arousal coursed throughout him as he spotted the sweet spot nestled between her thighs.
The bright red curls sitting atop her head were mirrored down below, featuring a trimmed bush of curly ginger hair. The freckles that covered her otherwise pale shoulders and the tops of her breasts likewise sprinkled the length of her full thighs that parted for his open inspection. The wanton gesture allowed his gaze to center on the point of her femininity, a sight that left his breath cold on his chest.
It was just as ample as the rest of her, round and puffy flesh that rose from between her legs to form full outer lips. Between them, a thinner pair could be seen, short and neat as they spilled from her center barely an inch. He could already tell she was going to be soft and inviting, and couldn't wait to truly feel her, experience her as only a man could. A woman's body would never cease to amaze him, and he felt that way despite knowing the number of woman he would no doubt see in his lifetime.
She didn't reach up for him or pull him back onto the bed. Instead, she just laid there, waiting for him to come and take her like he was meant to do. He stared at this feast she openly offered to him, and it was with stunning clarity that he realized she was the same as every other woman outside of that door.
They were all just waiting for him like Candy was now. Waiting for him to choose them, touch them, fuck them, and leave them with a stomach full of his visceral cream. The only thing stopping him was himself. And it was time for him to start doing his job.
And so he did.
He moved slowly until his body settled between her parted legs. Unlike before, there was nothing to hinder the raw warmth and sensations of their forms from the other. And the difference was beyond compare, forget night and day, this was on a scale that surpassed the physical realm. Braced on either side of her chest, his arms bent until his lips were close enough to reach her neck while the hard tips of her breasts pressed against his own pale chest.
His breath broke across her collar, a prelude to the sensation of his lips latching onto the hollow of her neck. Mirroring her own actions, he allowed his teeth to brush along the sensitive surface and was rewarded with a sharp but appreciative intake of breath. Along her sides, he trailed a hand across the length of her soft body. Starting along the sides of her breast until he had an entire hand filled with her wide being. All the while his erection sat against the nest of red curls guarding her mound. It started with small, quick thrusts, but grew into a steady rocking as his member was slowly coated in the sweet warm honey pouring from her center.
Candy was just as active in their embrace, if not more so. Doing a little exploration of her own on what would be her last lover.
The budding muscles of his back bunched and relaxed as he pressed his chest against her breasts. She, in turn, bunched her hand into his soft, thick hair, cradling the back of his skull to press him even harder against her neck. She felt his hand moving down her side to her hip, where it massaged her for several strokes before predictably slide over the swell to her ass. Well, two could play that game, and she returned the favor, grabbing a handful of his youthful flesh, pulling him ever carefully, encouraging the firm strokes of his cock grinding against her pelvis.
Her own hips were helpless but to respond, arching up to feel the hardening nub of her clit draw along the underside of his cock. A single sensation that was fit to drive her mad if left untended. Finally, the prospect of having a real cock so near her opening became too much for her hormonal mind to accept. Grabbing a fistful of hair, she yanked him back to meet her crazed expression.
"Time to hurry up," she gasped. And yet, if anyone could hear her tone, none would deny the pressure behind the sentence was bordering on desperation.
Tomas' wide eyes blinked before he quickly nodded his head, licking his lips. Her response was to force his face right back where it had been while she arched her hips to accept him, leaving no room for misunderstanding her very real need. A moment later the sensation of his hand closing around his base interrupted both of them as he aimed for her dripping depths. A sudden heat and slick, moist sensation kissed the crown of his head, informing him that he had found his way home.
Both participants sighed at feeling Tomas settle against the shallow dimple hidden within Candy's folds. Still nipping at her neck, the young man could feel her long fingernails sink into his back, sharp and bracing. Finally, he allowed his hips to press against the muscles already trying to draw him deeper, easily burrowing through the soft, yielding warmth of Candy's body and toward her waiting womb.
Candy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes back, gritting her teeth at the satisfaction of her inner walls stretching around the stubborn tube of hard, male flesh currently impaling her. Her jaw dropped, a silent breath passing over her lips like a grateful prayer. It had been far, far too long since she'd been able to enjoy what had been an everyday chore. It was only now that she realized how much she missed that part of her life. When she got to open her legs knowing she had complete and utter control of the man saddled on top of her.
Turning her attention to the boy now occupying that saddle, that same rush of power came along with the drug-induced heat that had blossomed in the pit of her belly. In need of him, but no less aware of the same desire that fueled his blood, just waiting for the opportunity to spend his potent seed into her body.
He was watching her much in the same way, feeding off the rush of seeing her face clench, biting down on her lip and squirm under him. A smile worked its way across his face, quite possibly the first she had ever seen since she'd started watching him weeks ago while planning her attack.
Rather than shy away or play coy like most men seemed to want from her, Candy was free to do as she pleased, returning the voracious expression as her thighs settled against his hips and her hands sank further into the svelte muscles contracting just under his skin. Finally, feeling his hips press against her pelvis, he was the one to break. Closing his eyes and groaning at the sensation of her hot, wet muscles coiling around him.
Candy's breathless smirk only grew at his shuddering.
Neither was willing to waste more time than they already had. Moving, caressing, touching as much as their hands could grab, the pair started a slow rhythm as Tomas' cock pushed and withdrew against her depths. In return, Candy's round bottom could be seen lifting off the itchy thin canvas to meet every thrust of his hips. Soaking wet, a puddle of her arousal had already stained the green fabric.
Over his hips, Candy's knees bent up and out, encouraging him to fit even more of himself inside of her sensitive fluttering core. It was already so much, too much, either because of how long it had been since her last fuck or her own imagination, but as Tomas followed her every cue, she could feel her inner walls being forced apart by his large member.
The sensation of her insides stretching was as familiar as it was delicious, same with the tingling pinpricks that quickly followed. Before long his pelvis had settled against her nest of red pubs. She thought that was it, that he had bottomed out, until he lifted himself ever so slightly and adjusted his angle, allowing him to push another inch deeper and she felt the fat throbbing head at his tip kiss the burning entrance to her womb.
It hurt, not just the stretching apart, but the reaching of her deepest depths, where it was no longer muscle that was being forced to stretch to accommodate his girth. It earned a wince from her, but it wasn't enough to distract from the pleasure flowing through the rest of what of her body. So rather than push him away or tell him to wait for her body to adjust, she welcomed the slightly sore sensation, grinning past her grimace as his pace began to pick up enough that he was fucking himself along the entire length of her insides. A sensation few women were lucky enough to experience.
They could both hear their coupling, actually hear the smacking sounds of his hard flesh forcing itself past the drenched petals of feminine arousal. But neither cared, far too focused on the sensations that caused those sounds in the first place. Soon, the pitch of Candy's voice started to crawl higher and higher with each thrust, until a steady gasping mewl was forced each time she experienced her lower lips dragging along his length in either direction, scratching the itch that had made her into what she was, and yet making it so much worse in the process.
Tomas could only stare down at her in wonder, eyes wide as he felt her insides flutter and contract around him, massaging his length with motions only a practiced woman could master. Her breast, round and full, shook and rippled with the force of his hips, while her hands, now at his shoulders, began to clamp down as her breathing became more desperate. Rather than stare back at him, her head was thrown back with a clenched expression that he couldn't understand. Despite this, the wide grin on her lips and airy gasps passing through them were enough to encourage him to go harder, faster, to hold back nothing from his pace or efforts. It wasn't long before the metal and cloth frame of her cot began to creek and scrape against the floor.
This wasn't love making or even sex. This was just two animals using each other to sate the desire to breed and rut that had been chemically forced into them by a government that now ruled their entire lives. Tomas was free to do as he liked, to go as hard as he wanted because it only enhanced the experience of his partner.
Candy relished the harsh treatment, far more than she used to. Before, she'd even enjoyed things a little on the rough side. None of that fluffy puffy shit, she didn't make love, she fucked. But even then she did have a limit. There was a point that 'rough' became 'too rough,' and usually resulted in a slap in the face of anyone who thought they could damage her means of life.
Now, this time, it only made her feel even better as she felt her loins burn from the attention of the body on top of her. She could feel his eyes roaming across her body, on her face, on the tight line of her lips that struggled to keep each tortured noise he forced from her body core down. This time, rather than hide herself, she bared her soul to him without hesitation, moaned loudly. Not for his ego or pride, but in her own rapture, allowing her expression to become more honest the more her pleasure increased.
Because she knew, deep within the recesses of her being that this was most likely the last chance she had for someone to appreciate the one thing she'd ever been taught to appreciate. Never again would she feel this desired. Never again would she feel this power of herself over another. There was no place for her abilities in this new world, no place for her beauty. Except for this one moment. Except for every moment that this young man first laid eye on her. Each of which continued to build on top of each other until the heavy strain building in Tomas' loins began to peek, rewarding Candy with what she'd come to earn.
Pent-up, anxious, and irritated, the pressure in Tomas' sack began to bubble before either had wanted. The payload of baby-laden sperm was approaching its destination, and yet this inevitability only encouraged them to rut even harder, skin slapped against skin until the same wetness that now coated the boy's cock was spread across his hips and thighs.
The smell of her arousal was beginning to surround them in every possible way, tainting the air into a sweet, musky cloud. Breathing the scent in deep, the muscles contorting along the young man's back flexed into a single bunch of power as the last of his control was pulled from his feeble grasp.
White hot pleasure arched up his spine, through his sack and out his tip. The heavy gasps wracking Tomas' frame had been the only sound from his mouth until this point, and yet now, a long deep moan emerged, mixing with the guttural groan underneath him as Candy experienced what it was like to create a new life.
The sudden warmth in Candy's stomach was all her drug enhanced biology needed to reward her nerves with a long and profound burst of adrenalin and endorphins. Moments after her partner experienced his peak, her own body turning stiff and ridged under that of the young man, her softer flesh quivering and wobbling with each tentative quake that tickled her spine.
Her insides tightened around him, smothering the heavy throbs that carried pockets of cum against the gate of her womb. Her body responded as nature intended, drinking and carrying as much of the liquid into itself and as deeply as it could to maximize her chance of conception. All Tomas could feel was her body milking him, as well as sucking against his length to keep as much of him inside her wet, hot body until the last of his essence was finally spent.
Even after he was finished and spent she didn't let him go immediately, her inner walls, slowly uncoiled and relaxed from around him, encouraging him to remain exactly where he was as he rested against her form. After all was said and done, a pair of gasping lumps and entangled limbs was all that remained.
The full time they had spent with Tomas inside her amounted to depressingly little for much build up. But as their skin tingled, and muscles ached with pleasant pain, neither cared much about that simple of a measure and instead focused on the blissful mindless haze that accompanied any truly good release.
Tomas's head rested between her breasts, his frazzled hair sticking out in all kinds of directions as a few strands tickled the sensitive flesh. Still inside of her, he could feel her insides quivering around him in the aftereffects of her release, a pleasant sensation that only further encouraged him to remain where he was. His gasping breaths that demanded his lungs had calmed slightly, no longer blowing great flashes of hot air across her sensitive and tender flesh. Instead, all that remained was a pleasant tickle that allowed him to fill his chest with the sour scent of Candy's sweaty self. Instead of repulsion, the scent only attracted him more as he nuzzled his cheek against her softness, flush with the kinds of natural pheromones that most would never notice.
Candy was in much the same boat, exhausted as she was. For the first time in her life, she found herself wholly unable to move despite doing so little in the actual act. The power and strength of her orgasm had been such that it left her utterly spent. Idly, she tried to recall what sex had been like before, with overweight grown men's guts flopping on top of her while she studied the roof tiles or counted the cracks in the ceiling. It was impossible to say that such an act could ever be described as what she'd just experienced.
She was the first to come back to herself, a wide grin broadcasting the unadulterated bliss she was feeling. Enough so that she was feeling generous, and made a show of stretching her limbs under Tomas weight and clenched around his girth for added effect. That seemed to be enough to rouse him as he grunted, lifting his head to give the woman a dazed and slow expression. Candy took the compliment for what it was, offering her own in a sleepy nod in return.
They didn't say anything to each other, because what was there to say? Instead, they basked themselves in the pleasant afterglow of their exertions, slowly allowing their hands to idly caress and explore what the other had to offer. In a matter of minutes, Tomas found one hand settling itself around the woman's backside, offering an appreciative squeeze as he felt the still warm juices that now covered their lower halves.
At the same time Candy took sole ownership of his hair, a trait she seemed to enjoy, running her fingers and nails through the sweat-slicked locks until the long strands had been pulled back enough to expose his forehead and brilliant blue eyes. This was usually the part of her evening where she was thanked for her serves with a firm slap on the ass. But, even if it was temporary, she found herself enjoying the quiet moment that followed.
Tomas didn't move to pull himself from her body, simply enjoying the sensation of her soft warmth and thundering heartbeat as it echoed in his chest. In turn, Candy knew logically that it was smart to keep him plugging her up with the last of his juices pooled towards the back of her channel, but even she was smart enough to recognize the undeniable feeling of fullness that was sloshing inside of her womb.
It was an odd sensation, and not one she was used to, surprisingly enough. In all her years of promiscuity, condoms had been a staple of every evening. The guys always complained about it, but in that one aspect she refused to bend. They always caved eventually. After all, if it came down sex with a condom or no sex at all, they would take the obvious choice.
And she still rocked their world even with that additional layer between them.
She recalled enough of her childhood to know she didn't want to go through it again, subjecting a new little girl to the horrors of the world, only with her on the other side of the equation. Call her paranoid, but on top of condoms she'd always employed a second, chemical birth control just to be sure. Of course, that had all but been flushed from her system by now, and even if time hadn't been a factor, she was pretty sure whatever the hell was put in their food would have done the trick. Now, here she was actively seeking out the only pair of balls she would ever see again just to get what she had always insured would never happen.
It's not to say she hated children, even if her overall opinion of them was ambivalence. They could be cute; she wasn't that jaded to the point she was some kind of Grinch. She just happened to know that they could be and often times were loud, obnoxious, disease-carrying accidents waiting to happen that fired from all ends. When her time came to actually push the brat out from between her legs, she fully intended to allow it to become the vault's responsibility and enjoy the rest of her luxurious rewards.
…at least then, her baby might have a chance of being more than just another 'Miller girl.'
Candy's breath hitched as she came back from her thoughts brought on by the dreamy, haze like comfort of her orgasm. Immediately she felt ashamed of her own vulnerability. The past was the past, and whatever came screaming out of her would come out of her, and that was the last time she would spare it another thought. Right now her main concern should be making sure Tomas filled her up as much as he could now that she finally had him. Even if she doubted she had anything to worry about, there was no reason to take any chances.
Her eyes closed to the feeling of him inside her, as deep as her body would allow. Her body had adjusted to his size, but there was still more than enough of him to make her feel stuffed. Added to that, with her womb practically bloated with his thick cream, it only compounded the sensations.
He'd fired enough ammunition to impregnate seven vaults, and she had little doubt that she could expect her next period to come and go without a drop of blood to show for it. However, she knew it never hurt to be sure, and there was no telling when, if ever, she would get another chance like this. So, exhausted as she was, she kept her thighs firmly locked around him, even wrapping her legs around his hips, locking him in place with her ankles. When the sudden action caused the boy to look up, Candy just raised an eyebrow in challenge, daring him to raise an issue. To which he met with a slow but definitive shrugged his shoulders.
Rather than argue he was more than happy to return his attention to the nipple that he'd been sucking on earlier, gentle suction drawing the tightly wound peek between his lips, holding it in place while his tongue lazily licked away the last of her salty perspiration.
Neither really knew when Tomas started to rock his hips again, pushing and pulling a fraction of his length from her flooded depths, only to force it back home again. The transition was too subtle and to slow to have noticed. All Candy knew was that one moment the fire that had coursed through their blood had awoken to a semblance of its former blaze, just as hot but limited to three specific points through her body.
Her pussy was sore; it ached even though she'd used that part of her body far more frequently in the past. Yet, wincing against the slight pain, she let her head fall back against the pillow as her tired muscles and bones rocked with the momentum his slow thrusts. Before she knew it, Candy found her chest heaving with a renewed need for air as they began to start again.
This time they were slower, both of them in fact much to her surprise. Tomas moved with little of the urgency from before, the ache in his balls finally sated with its payload delivered. This time he was free to simply enjoy himself as he pressed his member deep into the body of a beautiful woman.
And beautiful she was.
He found himself just staring at her a number of times since his strength returned. Pulling his lips from her neck, collar, and breast, he simply looked down to appreciate the divine creature that she was.
Cheeks flushed, arms resting above her head, breasts undulating, and eyes half-lidded in a mindless daze that barely registered as conscious as he continued to use her body for his own pleasure. The red hair that had stood out so brightly when they first met was now spread about like a halo of fire, a mess and tangle of red ringlets laid dark by their mingled sweat. Taking a deep breath, he tried to burn the image into his brain, while also wondering if was even possible for him to remember such beauty after everything he was expected to go through.
Despite her state, Candy found her own pleasure starting to revive itself as his gentle and slow thrust began to pick up speed once more. Releasing a slow breath, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, lifting them from the sides of her chest and towards the center, squeezing them together while kneading them, teasing her stiff, aching nipples and sore areola with her sharp nails. Eyes closing, her lips parted slightly as she played with herself, adding to the sensations of Tomas' large tool stretching her wide. Just as quickly, the pace Tomas had set started to pick up as his wide eyes watched her with noticeable appreciation.
Soon, the meat of her thighs and backside could be seen rippling against the blunt cot the moment of his hips slapped between her open legs. The sensations that rippled through her body inevitably passed through the swollen, burning tip seated at the top of her clit.
After a much longer, slower, tender fucking, this time when Tomas felt himself about to spill Candy did not go with him. Instead, she placated herself with the pleasant hum of energy that continued even after his stiff shoulders and chest eased back onto her offered mounds.
She watched his expression, the almost disbelief on his face as he released into her body a second time. Less powerful than before and less voluminous in quantity, the second dose of seed sadly had very little space left to fill. As such, the sudden addition of another load could quickly be felt slipping between their connection to leak from her opening, down her pale freckled ass to pool on the black stain of wetness that had already soaked through and had begun to drip down and puddle on the cold metal floor below. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt herself figurativly boiling over.
Candy already knew what she was going to say when he finished. Although, she did give him a moment or two to enjoy the pleasure still humming through both of them. Nevertheless, when he did look up from her breasts, the red-haired woman couldn't stop the cocky grin from playing against her otherwise blissful and glistening features. "So," she sighed, stretching like a cat as she finally unhooked her ankles from Tom's ass, "three down, nine hundred and ninety-six to go, hmm?"
He just shook his head, a breathless smile as his answer.
Hold on…
"Three?" He laughed, "You're still Candy, right? I didn't just accidentally have sex with her twin sister?" he raised an eyebrow waiting for a laugh, which she gave, before slowly letting it die with a droll groan.
"This vault wishes it had two of me," she smirked. Tomas wasn't sure if he could agree.
"Then who's the third?" He had to ask because if he was banging women in his sleep he should probably know. Unfortunately, Candy's answer was even more bizarre than that.
"Well I didn't know for sure," she admitted, shifted to get more comfortable, "but, the entire vault knows about that Mexican girl nipping at your heels." She watched his reaction to that news and smiled when he jerked back in shock. Well, that wasn't what he was expecting.
"C-Camille?" he stuttered, blinking wildly before starting off at the wall. "Ah, no, we just knew each other before the vault is all, we're friends." Candy gave him a look at that, one he didn't like one bit. But instead of following up she just shrugged her shoulders like it didn't matter. Tom wasn't about to let her go that easily.
"Wait, no, what? You made a face."
"What face?" she blinked innocently, which did not fit her face at all. Tomas frowned.
"A face," he repeated, harder this time. Finally Candy's knowing smirk made its appearance, unable to help herself seeing the boy suddenly so panicked. "Yeah, that's the face." He internally groaned, already feeling unease settle in his gut.
Candy looked up, silently wondering how she wanted to put this. After all, a childhood friend? That sounded like a lot of trouble for anyone else looking to get a quick shot of vitamin bastard. Then again, she'd already got hers so…
"Call it woman's intuition," she hummed, a conspiratorial light in her eyes, "but let's just say your friend might want more from you than a pat on the shoulder." Her lips parted into a bright grin.
Tomas took that information in, almost as though his brain couldn't process it. Camille, interested in him? The correct response seemed like he should laugh. Camille wasn't even really a girl in his eyes, or, was she? He thought back to her bored expression and frequent burst of anger and shivered accordingly. Unfortunately, his friend had never been all that girly, so it wasn't really his fault that he saw her like that.
Still…
"No," he shook his head with an awkward laugh, "no away. Not Camille. We're just… buddies. That's it. You've seen it wrong." And in answer, all Candy offered was another shrug to match her first. For some reason, that irritated him even more than if she had argued with him. Unfortunately, seeing as how he was still buried balls deep in another woman, thinking about his friend's nonexistent feelings seemed like it could wait for another time. And speaking of which…
"Uh," he swallowed against his throat, "I think maybe it's about time for me to…" he trailed off, awkward that he couldn't be more eloquent in his desire to, 'hit it and quit it.' Thankfully, this was exactly what Candy had been waiting to hear, and made it clear to him that it was more than fine with her. The last thing she needed was some long, drawn-out goodbye.
Tomas pulled from her body slowly, finally feeling the sore ache after fucking for what had ended up being about an hour. Even sated, Candy's womanly muscles wrapped around his half hard length, as though she still didn't want to let him go after both were spent.
Well, if he was honest Tomas felt like he could have tried for one more if he really wanted, but he was sure both of them would regret it as soon as their blood cooled. Finally pulling free, a sigh left them both at the sudden absence of the other, his filling her and her tightness around him.
Candy got to enjoy the unique pleasure of feeling all the excess cum Tomas had been keeping trapped suddenly gushing out to leave a trail down her backside. Tomas watched the event, eyebrows raised until a sudden kick to his shin forced his attention towards the exasperated expression lining Candy's face.
"Shows over buddy," she smirked, not at all caring about the scene she must have made, her lower half especially. Instead, she just pointed his attention towards a far off bed. "So how about you do me a favor go hand me that pillow?" Not really a question, Tomas looked at the number of much closer pillows before shrugging his shoulders and marching his naked self over to the specified cushion to bring it over. Candy snatched it from his hands a moment later and grinned smugly as she stuffed it under her ass to push her hips up and keep what jizz remained inside from escaping.
"Thanks!" she chirped. "That one belongs to Kerra," she pointed at the bed he'd just grabbed the pillow from. "Kind of a huge bitch," she laughed. "But I'm sure she doesn't mind if I borrow her pillow for a bit. I'll be sure to put it back before she clocks off." Smiling innocently, Tomas once again had to stare as he realized just what kind of woman it was that had lured him into her bed. Something told him she would have managed to get him there one way or another the more he thought about it. Scary really. But, that's women for you…
"So how do you feel?" the question forced him from his thoughts, and Tomas turned a confused glance towards his lover. It was a little hard, considering Candy's blanket only covered her lower half, leaving her exposed breasts in plain view. But she quickly continued before he could become distracted by the sight, "any less stressed?" Although, considering her knowing grin it was safe to say she'd already noticed his markedly less tense state. It turned out three orgasms was exactly what the doctor ordered. So he told her just that.
"Thanks." But she just brushed it off, patting her stomach over the blanket.
"It's not like I didn't get my reward," she shrugged. Which was only a bit of an understatement. But the results were the same regardless, that being a belly full of cum. And considering she couldn't even flex her stomach without feeling like she'd pop, yea, mission accomplished.
"Just keep it in mind in case you start to stress out about everything again. People love to make such a big deal about sex but in the end its just sex. Enjoy it, make sure whatever lady you visit does too. Something tells me anyone who walked into this vault as a prude won't stay that way for long." She was looking forward to it, actually.
Tomas heard her, slipping on his boxers, blushing despite himself. But, as crass as she could be, that didn't mean he didn't need to hear the words any less.
Ever since he walked into this vault, everyone had done nothing but tell him how important he was and build up this pressure that threatened to crush him. Even Abigail had added to this, in her own way. It seemed like all he needed was one person to tell him, 'Hey, just go stick your dick in someone. Enjoy it. Have fun. Be a teenage boy.' And now that he knew that it could be fun, well, his mind drifted towards the crowd that had attacked him earlier, quietly curious if he could remember any that had stood out. Candy's voice interrupted his thoughts
"Gonna head back to class?" he was already in the middle of getting dressed, trying to make sense of what was left of his jump suit. But he shook his head.
"I'm actually surprised the entire vault hasn't gone into lockdown with me missing this long." He blinked at what he'd just said. "Er, or more of a lockdown. Can you double lockdown a vault? Anyway, Robin's probably out of her mind, and hopefully I can catch her before the Overseer starts a manhunt." He finished zipping up the torn rags of his clothes, looking down at himself and realized that he might have been better off just stealing one of the blankets in the room to cover himself. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at Candy, unsure of how he was supposed to just leave after everything that happened.
Thankfully she made it easy for him.
He jumped as she slapped his ass. "Don't worry about them; everything will be alright. Thanks again for the bastard," she smirked. "I'll be sure to mail any important pictures, you know, birthdays, holidays, when she has to eventually marry her half-brother…" The joke was as uncomfortable as it was inappropriate, but it did bring up the subject of the little present he'd no doubt left behind. Stepping towards the door to leave, he looked back wondering what kind of life he'd just helped create.
"You already know it's going to be a girl?" he idly joked, hand already outstretched to open the locked door. But glancing back, he found something he hadn't been expecting.
Candy looked down at her stomach, confused like she didn't know what to think about the new life already in the making. Almost like it appeared without her knowing, the smile that shifted into place appeared more honest than any expression Tomas had seen on her face. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I-I guess… a boy would be nice too…" was her hesitant answer, as she reached up to rub the spot that would start to swell over the coming months. It was almost like the very idea hadn't even crossed her mind. Tomas left her like that, silently wishing her all the happiness in the world as he passed through the door and into the hall.
The door shut behind him and he paused, unsure how he felt after everything that happened. Honestly, it was hard to believe that he'd only just met Candy little more than an hour ago. Things had moved so fast, too fast for him to really take a moment and catch up. But, maybe that was for the best? Camille and his sister always did tell him that he thought too much.
So much of the stress in his life was brought on by himself. Sure, his situation wasn't ideal, but there was a lot to enjoy about it too. Everyone needed to adapt to this new world whether they liked it or not. And he was starting to realize, the faster he did so, the easier everything else would become. As impossible as it was, he needed to start making his way through the population. That being said, Tomas still couldn't deny the… hollow sensation that came with abandoning a woman who he'd just knocked up, even knowing she wouldn't have had it any other way.
He tried to shake those thoughts off and distract himself another way, only to look around the empty corridor and realize he still had no idea where he was. Blinking, any other issues were lost as he looked down either side, looking for any kinds of signs or anything that looked remotely familiar. That worry was replaced by a spark of fear as he found his bodyguard, Robin, casually leaning against the door across the hall like it was any other day.
He jumped back, heart lurching, yet, in response, the chiseled blonde woman just stared at him, her cool expression as unreadable as ever. How she'd found him and how long she'd been standing there, he didn't know. But he did feel fairly certain that asking her would teach him about the same as if he just stayed silent. At least now he knew why the alarms hadn't started.
"Are you done?" she asked, her flat tone belying no judgment even though she knew what he must have just come from doing. Too shy to speak, the younger boy just nodded, the heat in his cheeks turning them bright red. She didn't respond, just moving from her "post" to start down what he could only assume was the right direction towards his family's apartment. And that was if she didn't expect him to go back to class with his clothes torn and reeking of sex.
Of course, knowing her…
Tomas shook the thought from his head. Whatever happened, for once in a long while he felt like… possibly, it wouldn't be the straw that broke his back. Maybe he could put up all of this craziness for a little while. And… maybe he should start keeping his eyes open for any of those other woman who'd showed interest that morning. Of course, if Robin had put them in the medical bay…
Dubious, for obvious reasons, he found his gaze lingering on the woman marching in front of him. Recognizing that all those lithe muscles and exercises made her fit pretty well in that blue jumpsuit. He banished the thought as soon as it had come, but that didn't stop the lingering awareness that he now took into a world of women waiting for be taken by him.
A/N: Okay, there it is. one heck of a chapter if I say so myself. Again, sorry to everyone who was upset by the slightly longer amount of time it took me to get this chapter out. Hopefully the full length sex scene and size of the chapter made up for the wait. None of you have to worry about me abandoning this story any time soon. And if my promises still mean anything, you can all look forward to regular updates from now on every other month.
Also, a lot of you should be happy to hear that sex will be quite a bit more regular than its been. Tomas needed a bit of time to find himself in this new world and I want to thank everyone who's stood by and watched the development I'd planned from the start. From now on he'll be much more confident and comfortable taking advantage of his position.
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