This is not the last chapter...even though I did say this was only going to be four chapter...turns out its going to be five! So enjoy this one a look forward to another smut filled chapter.
This chapter contains some smut...not balls out smut but sexual scenes nonetheless. So if you don't like ghoul on girl action then high tail it outta here. If you do, welcome and enjoy!
He looked almost pleased…for a moment she wanted to dwell on his odd expression but his face changed so quickly that she was left with a new thing to think about. What was he doing? The room felt smaller than before as she watched his eyes slink to the door behind her. She followed his gaze to the latch she had secured when she'd first come in. Upon looking at the latch he looked as though he had come to some obvious realization. His eyes shimmered and that grin got a little more apparent.
She swallowed a lump in her throat down into her belly as he shimmied his gaze back to her.
"How di-", she started to question but he got to his feet so quickly that it startled her. The bed screamed with the absence of his weight and shifted closer against the peeling wall behind him. The hairs on her arms stood at an end and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Why all the time she had been next to him he never had such a dominate presence as now was beyond her grasp. Even though he just stood there, looking down at her, he still managed to make her feel oh so small, and not in a height ratio sort of way.
"..did Ahzrukhal sa-", again she was trying to prose her question but he just took a large step towards her, as if he knew it would shut her up. The movement wasn't as quick as when he stood but it was just as definite. Was he playing his own game with her? She felt that confidence after killing Greta leave her so suddenly that she was wondering how quickly she could unlock the door and flee. An image of dogmeat with his tail between his legs flashed before her, it was a good comparison to how she felt just now.
But wait…she didn't have to be afraid of him. Her hand delved into her right pocket, feeling the worn paper inside. She had nothing to fear. With that thought she stood straight, shoulders back and chin up, staring at him as he stared at her.
"How did you know?", she said it quickly and this time he didn't move. He said nothing, but his grin came back…if it could be called a grin. The sight was something she had never seen on his face before..and it forced her to really stop and take a good long look at him.
By any other person's standards he could be called horrible…and disgusting…but if she faded out her focus on him she could tell he was at one point handsome. Even with his absence of a nose…ears…pupils and soft lips, she couldn't help but find something enthralling about his features. Even the dull teeth below his torn lips was something she wouldn't mind having on her skin in the slightest. Just the thought made her shiver in her thin clothes.
She stared into his milky eyes, which never wavered. She stared at his leathery lips and the hallowed of his scarred cheeks. The fact that he was slowly getting closer to her didn't registered as she moved her eyes over to his scratchy scalp and back down to the whole of his marred facial features. She wanted to see what he felt like...all over.
She seemed frozen in place. He saw her criticize him...like every other smoothskinhe'd ever met; comparing his dead flesh to smooth skin. The closer he got, the more she gazed at him. He felt his teeth clenched and grated together as he got up close and personal with her, no more than ten inches away. Only now did she seem to realize he was as close as he was, but he didn't see shock as much as he saw need.
"Don't mistake my quietness for stupidness…", he stared down at the wide eyes of his new employer.
Down in the deepest part of her stomach she felt a sweeping sensation. The look she was currently receiving from the ghoul before her was a mixed blessing. In her dank sheets she may have envisioned this same look while thinking of more explicit things but right now, it scared her.
She couldn't even here his breathing even though she saw his chest rise. All he did was stare at her, that little lift of the corner of his thin mouth. The more time went by without any action from him was like a pipe leak slowly submerging the room. The air was heavy with something abnormal and for a moment she felt as though she may suffocate.
Until he spoke.
"You just going to stand there?"
His voice was loud against the silence before it, making her regret wanting him to speak at all. Besides...she honestly didn't know what to do. All the time she'd known just what she was going to do once she got hold of the piece of paper that currently resided in her pocket, but now...now she felt like a squirrel at the mercy of a deathclaw.
She stood mute. Almost embarrassed, with her lack of confidence.
He should have known...
The Vaultie was like all other women; paradoxical. They could tease and they could taunt, but when they got a taste of their own medicine it was like they'd just been thrown into a fire; this thought made him break out in a mirthful grin, and fuck did it feel nice. He couldn't remember the last time he actually grinned wholeheartedly.
Just from the look in the Vaultie's eyes, he could tell she was just as surprised as he was content. He saw her fingers twitch at her sides and her tongue dart out to moisten her lips. That tongue...he felt his belly tighten and his own fingers twitch.
"Most of the time my employers give me orders...or did you just want to see what the paper felt like?" Even though his words were meant to be sarcastic they never came out like he planned. No matter how long he lived with his rasping voice, never could he match his desired tone with his altered voice box. The words just sounded angry.
"Okay...okay, I'll...give you an order." Her words were firm, but he watched her eyes dart around the room sporadically before landing on his cot. He heard her gulp, the sound making his thighs tense up now. If he kept going this route he'd be just a taut string at her disposal.
He clenched his fists at his sides as he watched her face scrunch and then her mouth open slowly. The anticipation flooded him instantly, building to a crescendo in milliseconds. He knew what she wanted...or at least hoped he did.
"Sit down..." Her voice cracked as she looked down at her feet, and his boots.
He did as he was told and took a few large steps back before he felt the edge of the cot at the backs of his legs. With a gentle ease he lowered himself back down onto the broken mattress with a loud creak, never letting his gaze leave the whites of her eyes.
A vice gripped him, and it wasn't just him following his contract. The muscles in his hands clenched around his thighs as she began to creep closer and closer towards him. He felt the heat of her first. Closer she tip-toed until he could smell her warmth. So close he could taste her scent in his mouth. He tried to crane his neck back to look up at her as she closed the distance...but he was unable. Instead of seeing her face he was left gazing into outline of her breasts the shirt revealed. The sight made him exhale in a shallow quake. Fuck..
Again he heard her swallow a ball of spit down her throat, and again heard her take in a few trained breathes. He felt as though he was sweating, the heat he felt coming off of her and into him made his mind seize up, and just when he thought he was going to burst, out the corner of his eyes he saw her arm lift up and felt the slightest human touch on his temple. It was white hot and he felt his throat vibrate at the contact. God, when did he become so weak headed? When did things start effecting him like this?
He almost cringed when a puff of her breath strayed some of his thin hair over the dead skin of his scalp. All of a sudden her touch left him, leaving him near gaping at the withdrawal. His lens shifted back into focus, seeing her pert chest shrink in size as she back up from him a couple steps. He bit his tongue to keep from asking her to come back. With a shift of his eyes he could now see her face, one that was furrowed at the brow, her eyes lowered.
"...well?" He gruffed out trying to shake the desperation from his voice.
She watched his face, sure she could find some emotion behind his blotched eyes. The white orbs were looking up at her intently, but she didn't see that he actually wanted her to touch him. She knew thats all she wanted to do, to feel him...see what was under that constricting leather...yet he didn't show anything but aggression or disgust. At first she was sure that he was avoiding her for other reasons...lack of human contact, or...anything that wasn't him just plain-despising her.
"You're warm...", she shut her mouth tightly before taking a quick step towards him; he flinched, "...and..rough."
Negating any previous thought she touched him again. Her whole hand coming against the side of his jaw, feeling the different textures below. She saw his eyes lower and heard a breath leave him, a sure sign that he at least enjoyed the contact.
"For right now...you can do whatever you want." He looked up at her as soon as she finished her sentence.
"You can..leave...or..", she lifted a knee as she had earlier and set it down by his hip, letting the bed sink under the pressure, "..push me away..or..", with a push of her knee and a lift of the other she swung herself on his lap, bouncing the bed a few times before resting her lower body on his, "..you can touch me back."
He didn't speak. She sank into him, enveloping the junction of her thighs on the stiffness of his erection, something she had noticed when he'd sat down. She knew now. She knew, and to hell with what he tried to say to cover it up. With a shift of her hips she heard him groan. It was a guttural noise that was accompanied by his shaky breathe. She had him finally...and she fucking knew it.
That dull throb he'd had before tripledwhen she'd sat down on him. Now...with her thrusting those hips against him he couldn't think of anything he had previously been thinking, especially his aggrivation over the Vaultie's persistent looks. Damn him if he was going to let himself fuck up an opportunity like this. A smoothskin only seduces aghoul...well, never. Sure ghouls had fucked smoothskins but never had he heard of a human going to such lengths to pursue one before now.
That last little shred of stability was threading just as her face came closer to his, that hot breath on him and wet lips on his jagged neck was the end of it for good.
He snapped.
He didn't even feel himself breath as he grasped at her forearms, holding her where she was; against him. She made a small sound but it was mufled when he shoved his desperate mouth into her neck to maw the tender flesh there. His teeth grazed her skin and his odd tongue latched out to snake up her neck and to her ear. She tasted just as good as he'd imagined, and the small layer of sweat on her fresh skin only got better the closer her got to that area below her ear.
He nipped at her lobe and growled in her ear as he squeezed her arms in his rough hands. She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into...but she was about to find out. He was going to make damn sure of that.
"Mnn..I'm gonna tear you apart." He growled against her skin as she shivered and the goose flesh on her skin stood on end. The wonders her skin could do..
The bed screeched as he pulled her closer against his evident hardness, rubbing her against him as he bit and sucked on her neck, leaving little welts in his wake. The strangled gasps and groans emitting from the Vaultie made him growl again, growl and increase him tempo. He couldn't help but try and bring her as close to him as possible, even if he was hurting her.
"Charon..Ah!..stop!"
Immediately his chest tightened and his mouth against her collar bone halted, hovering over the red tormented skin. He stopped alright, but he didn't like it. His throat vibrated with a feral noise as she started to pry herself from his strong grip, allowing a few inches of distance between the two of them.
He managed to crack his neck up to her face, where he saw her lower lip shaking and her eyes wider than normal. Isn't this what she wanted..? He felt his anger bubbling up again.
"You...you have to be a bit more gentle than that...I need you to be a bit less...rough, just for now." His mouth formed an angry frown, even though he could understand her. Upon closer inspection he saw a pebbling wound on her neck he no doubt inflicted on her...still he didn't like the idea of being told to slow down, then again...this was his new employer and he'd have to learn to do things her way...
He grumbled but nodded. "Fine." He looked away from her small smile feeling an odd sensation ripple in his chest between his ribs. He didn't know if he liked that feeling, but that dislike left him the moment he felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging them with the lightest touch.
With a concentrated breath he reached back up to her, resting his covered hands on the upper part of her ribs. He swore he could feel her heart beat through his hands...but she quickly removed them from her. He growled again despite her previous words and was about to rip his digits from her own before he felt her start removing the leathery material. He saw that little coy smile on her face as she slowly unbuckled his gloves and slid them off one hand, and then the other. He stretched the fingers on his left hand as she touched it, running her own fingers over the hot skin that had been previously unknown to her. Just the act alone was causing him to throb.
He heard her voice, now riddled with a heavy emotion, "I want to feel them on me...not your leather...", and as if to prove her point he watched her take his hand and with an arch of her back, guide his hand up the front of her shirt to her left breast. He should have known to expect the bare flesh along with the sniff nub but the sensation was surprising. Again his throat rumbled but not with frustration. With his other hand he pulled her closer to him as he squeezed the soft globe. He heard her moan and to hell with his want for control, if this was what she was going to make him do against his previous desire then he would count himself one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
His free fingers tugged at the stiff nipple previously under his palm as he lifted the weight of it and massaged it into her chest. He heard her about to speak but when he ran his other hand up the back of her shirt she fell silent again, except for a shaky groan. He smirked, looking down her body as he maneuvered her shirt up and over her breasts, exposing her already stiff flesh to the air of the room.
"Charon..", he didn't wait for the rest, he dipped his mouth down to the untouched nipple, grazing his tongue against the dusky flesh. A quiver escaped her and the move pushed her nub right into his mouth, which he proceeded to bite and orally torture.
"Ah!..shit...", he grinned against her cushiony flesh as he sucked it in and twirled it until it look swollen. This type of roughness she didn't seem to mind so much he noted. No..she seemed to love it. He felt her fingers gather the material of his leather armor and tug roughly, moaning through tightly closed lips.
With a 'pop' he let go of her nipple and began nipping his way up her body again, now rubbing and kneading both breasts in his naked hands.
As he sucked on her skin and bit at her clavicle she began tracing her fingers over his face, his features burning as she grazed over the gaps where his ears used to be. He stopped a moment, letting his rough mouth linger on her as he sighed. The feeling of just being touched was so good, he had forgotten what it was like.
The exposed red throbbing muscles below the hole of his ear was warm...and..soft? She didn't even notice him stopping his ministrations as she brought both hands up to touch him. In her other hand she held his jaw. Most of theskin there was left and the texture was smooth but tough...where it met exposed muscle it became jagged and dimpled. She could never see getting bored of his physical appearance. He felt so..good...and...she leaned forward to rub her cheek against the top of his scalp, and he felt so fucking warm. Her breathe moved the clumps of stray hair around his scalp. He smelt like sand...like the wastes. She needed to get him back out there with her...
A bite on her skin made her twitch, snapping her out of her daze. He had been gentle for only a few moments before he became rough again...but this time she wasn't going to say anything. She asked for this...now she was going to deal with the 'consequences'.
She looked over his armor...his metal shoulder plates were gone, laying in the corner somewhere...yet his leather jacket looked vaguely complicated to get rid off. With a audible gulp she drug one of her hands to the front of his jacket..the zipper looked old and rusted but when she fingered it the teeth in the zipper separated smoothly. She felt him pull back, looking up at her. She was about to give him a reassuring look but he grasped her hips tightly and pulled her with him farther onto the bed, until his back hit the wall behind him.
Her knees hit the wall with a bang but she didn't feel the pain, what she did feel was the pleasure as she rocked back onto him. His bulge was perfectly aligned against that small nub between her thighs and fuck did it feel good, even through her shorts. She moaned, knowing he knew why and sure enough she felt his hands guide her back and forth slowly against him. The force with which he held her was what set her off. He stared at her, those milky eyes hooded as he pulled her forward and back with small precise movements against his hardness.
With a shaky hand she pulled the zipper of his leather jacket down to his stomach, quickly pushing one hand into the warm depths to feel the thin 'white' shirt beneath. Her choked moans were hard to supress each time he rubbed her sweet spot against him. She didn't have to look to know there was a smirk on his face..she knew by the way he breathed. Suddenly with another rock of her hips she felt that dull pleasure increase and she desperately ran her hand under his jacket to grab at his shoulder tightly.
"...", she couldn't help but move with his guiding hands as she gasped. The fact that their clothes were pretty much still on left her mind as she thrust against him. Hard.
He made a sound, a guttural groan that made her moan loudly. She tried to push the leather off his shoulders as he proceeded to grind against her as she moved with his hands. Never had anything felt so fucking good. Even pure sex had never felt as good as what he was doing just now, and she wasn't going to keep him in the dark.
"..oh shit, this is goood...so good." She felt his growl ring in her ears as he dug his fingers into her hips, some digits digging into bare flesh as he positioned himself forward a few degrees before bringing her back and forth on him harder, but never faster. The speed was frustrating, but so good she couldn't tell him to go faster. She couldn't believe how good, her stomach was heating up and she knew she was going to come.
"..fuck!", she hissed out a breath and leaned backwards, putting all her momentum into the movement he had created. She could barely hear him make a gruff retort, "Not now.." She wanted to snicker for him actually being humorous but suddenly she forgot what or why she was going to speak as another wave of pleasure crept through her thighs and belly. Somewhere in the back of her brain she remembered being told about this sort of sexual activity in the Vault, as a safe alternative to sex. She'd scoffed at the idea then, knowing that everyone knew it could never compare to anything actually pleasant, but screw what she thought she knew. Now she was in a dark, dank room...dry humping a ghoul and nothing she could think of since felt anything like it.
That little ball of tension started without her remembering when and before she knew it she was sobbing out a moan and shivering all over the ghoul. Her ears were ringing and she had to slump against him as he rocked her back and forth, softly. For a brief moment she forgot where she was until she felt the vibrations of the chest she was leaning on. If she didn't know any better she would have said he was laughing...
...and he was.
Ooo...What should Charon do next? Besides fill her up.. of course.