WARNING - EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
Aramis was getting another shot at getting information from the Colonel. This was her lucky break. Intelligence Officer Enigma would have been the prime candidate for infiltration but Aramis wasn't making any progress with him and stood the chance of killing him before getting any worthwhile information.
She crumpled up the note and asked the bartender where the cellar was. He pointed her to a set of stairs that descended downwards.
Aramis rose from the barstool but quickly sat back down again as she pondered the possibilities. The first being that the Colonel just wished to continue where they left off, that was best case. Another possibility was that this was a trap and Wade had uncovered her secret and was now waiting to catch her alone down there.
This was a risky decision.
Around the room things were getting more heated as liquor conquered inhibition. For a moment Aramis was distracted from the choice she'd have to make soon by what went on in the main entertainment room.
In one corner, one of the whores was laying on a table on her back with her legs straddled around a man who was fucking her with such intensity it was any wonder she wasn't bruised from his thrusts. Another girl knelt over her with her knees on the table kissing the man while having her own pussy licked by the girl on her back. All three were panting and moaning with pleasure.
Aramis felt oddly curious by their behaviour. No one was crying or begging anyone to stop even as the sex appeared quite rough. She'd never witnessed group sex actually be enjoyable for everyone.
In another corner, a man and a woman were on their knees servicing the cock of another man together. This was particularly interesting because despite the bisexual element, no one seemed to care. If this were back at home, all of them would be crucified for such engagement.
Several girls were being bent over every which way on one of the couches while three men took turns entering each one of them for several seconds at a time before switching over to another. When one girl was left out she begged for one of the men to come back to her.
Aramis couldn't comprehend any of this. Everyone seemed to be actually enjoying him or herself. There were no screams, no cries of agony, no one trying to run away or get free, just moans of pleasure and delight that drowned out the music.
Aramis' staring caught the eyes of some one looking at her. She didn't know the girl but she'd seen her a couple times around the brothel but never took the time to ask a name. The girl had long straight blonde hair that fell to mid back and a tall slender body. She was leaning forward while a man held her waist and penetrated her from behind. The girl was smiling at Aramis and Aramis felt awkward about the lustful stare. The man behind the blonde grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back while keeping up his pace. The girl moaned and smiled.
Aramis sat back on her stool, fixated on the couple. Despite his aggression the girl seemed to love it. She was crying out for more, begging him to be rougher with her. She yelped and cried but would tell him to go harder, faster, slap her, bite her. The man obliged each time.
Suddenly the girl pulled away from him and grabbed her partner by the back of the head and forced him down between her legs. He didn't seem to mind her forceful action and Aramis watched his tongue slip inside her and the lips of his mouth meet the lips of her pussy. He held her thighs firmly in his hand and forced them further apart so he could have better access to her.
The girl's head rolled back and her moan could be heard from across the room. Suddenly she looked back to Aramis and smiled and with one finger pointed to her and beckoned Aramis to come join them.
Aramis remained in place but felt strangely drawn to the couple. Jealousy bit into her. These people were as free as they could get. No one was threatening them with torture and death for just doing what they wanted to do. Each one was free to explore all the pleasure they wanted and they took full advantage of it.
The girl lowered her hand and touched herself while looking to Aramis as the man continued to taste between her legs. The man seemed to catch on that his partner was looking elsewhere and his eyes now found Aramis. He smirked and slid a finger deep inside the girl who groaned and giggled. He kept his eyes locked on Aramis and beckoned her over with a roll of his head.
Still, Aramis stayed in place.
Aramis wanted to be able to be able to explore such avenues but her tie to the Legion meant she always wore a theoretical slave collar. She had a job to do and there was a man waiting for her downstairs who was more apart of her mission then the couple who wanted Aramis to join them.
With a bitter scoff, Aramis hopped off her stool and took the stairs, then wandered down a dimly lit, narrow hallway until she saw the large metal door of the refrigerator. She swung open the bulky door and shivered when a blast of frigid air chilled her through and through, but the Colonel was not here.
"What brings you down to the dark depths of this dingy place?" came a man's voice and Aramis spun to see Desert Dog emerging from a shadowy corner of the hallway.
"What are you doing here? … I'm waiting for …" Aramis started
"The Colonel? He's not coming," Desert Dog told her.
Aramis raised a brow. She had a feeling something more was going on here.
"Sorry for getting your hopes up. I wrote the note. Thought it was the only way to get you to come down here," he told her.
"So where is our friend the Colonel?" Aramis asked.
"Passed out drunk in one of the rooms. He and I had our fill of some scotch but the man can't hold his alcohol like I can," Desert Dog said with a smile as he came towards her but when he got close enough to see her in the hazy light of the cellar his expression changed. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked as he took her face in his hand and looked at the swelling and covered bruising.
"Long story," Aramis grumbled as she moved his hand away.
Desert Dog frowned and folded his arms over his chest.
"Botched this mission pretty good, didn't you?" he mocked.
"No thanks to you," she mumbled.
Desert Dog sneered and said,
"Well at least one of us isn't completely useless."
Aramis wasn't impressed by his snide remarks and stood trying to appear unmoved with a vacant stare.
"I however, was able to get some information for you," he began and Aramis raised a brow.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Get a Colonel drunk and ask him what kind of opportunities there are in the NCR for a man like me and he opens up all kind of stories. I found out all their different branches, base locations, weapons they carry … Oh … and who is contact in New Reno is … I can go on," he teased.
Aramis felt as though he'd handed her the moon. Without thinking she threw her arms around him and kissed. With slight surprise he put his hands on her waist and pulled her in close, kissing her back before he pulled away and with his usual cocky smirk said,
"You're welcome."
Aramis removed herself from his arms and leaned back on a crate of liquor and beer cases. Desert Dog was smiling at her but then his eyes fell beyond her to the crates and the smile grew wider.
"You a drinker?" he asked casually. "We should celebrate a job well done."
"What? No … alcohol is forbidden …I mean, I've tried it but …" Aramis began but Desert Dog laughed.
"Here," he said as he sudden reached his arms out and grasped her beneath her arms and lifted her so she was sitting on top of the stack of crates. He broke open one and removed two bottles of some kind of amber coloured liquor. He examined the labels carefully, gave a curt nod and handed her one of the bottles. "This stuff is hard to find," he told her as he unscrewed his own bottle and took a swig. "It's smooth," he told her.
"I don't think I have any reason to celebrate. You said it best, I really botched this mission," she said grimly.
"Will you shut up? I hate feeding your ego. Your contacts and connections got you the information you needed. Sure, you didn't pull the intelligence yourself but what does that matter so long as you have it? Now have a fucking drink with me," he berated.
He was right and it made her feel surprisingly better to hear him say it. Aramis removed the cap of her bottle and sniffed its contents and grimaced as the unpleasant smell burned her nostrils.
Desert Dog laughed and said,
"An acquired taste perhaps."
Aramis took a sip and recoiled from the taste.
"How do you drink this stuff?" she questioned. It was far worse then the liquor the Colonel had been drinking.
"I suppose you just get use to it and eventually appreciate the ones that are better than others," he said.
Aramis couldn't have imagined how anyone could get use to the rancid stuff but she forced herself to take another long sip and coughed when she felt it bite at her throat.
"So … what did you find out?" she said keeping her voice down.
Desert Dog leaned on the opposite wall.
"That we may be in more trouble then we first anticipated. They have a complex structure of rank and discipline and that their numbers are probably equal if not greater then our own," Desert Dog began. "They are all recruited, no one is a slave and they are under contract. Each one undergoes training with various weapons, academic lectures and physical activity before they are posted."
"What kind of weapons are we looking at?" Aramis interrupted.
"Everything from small guns to heavy weapons … and they have a lot of them. By the sounds of it some are more trained then others as would be expected but it sounds like each member of their so called military has a firearm or two," he told her.
This was problematic. Weapons in the Legion were limited to what they could find and firearms of power and quality were hard to come by and Caesar didn't emphasize their importance as much as he perhaps should.
"Where are some strongholds?" Aramis probed.
"Everywhere. Places like Shady Sands, Redding, Dayglow, The Hub … each have different factions within their entire entity be it Rangers, Troopers, civilian populations and more. The Colonel kept mentioning a place called the Hoover Dam which he claimed was their main focus but I couldn't get him to reveal its purpose or location but I believe it must be west of us given they operate pretty much along the entire western side of this country."
Aramis went silent as she processed the information he fed to her. Finally after a bit she spoke up,
"And the contact here?"
Desert Dog smirked.
"Mr. Bishop," he said.
Aramis narrowed her eyes. She knew it. That son of a bitch was feeding the NCR information and probably assisting them in operations. She had to know more and more importantly, she had to stop it but the planning for that would take her some time. Tonight had been a success and now the mission would take a different course. She looked to Desert Dog and smiled. He'd done this and she couldn't have been more grateful.
"I hate to say it but you really helped me out on this one and I'm thankful you were here," she said thoughtfully.
Desert Dog's face softened and he gave her a slow nod of understanding.
"Can I ask you something?" she then asked boldly as she set the bottle down beside her.
"Only if you drink," he said, challengingly.
"Where did you come up with the name Bodie?" she asked.
Desert Dog raised a brow but answered casually.
"It's my name. Well, the name my parents gave to me. Few people actually know it. It was Caesar who gave me the name Desert Dog when he acquired my men and I. Now drink."
Aramis took a sip, feeling her face contort but kept the contents down.
"Did you have any siblings?" she asked.
"Getting a bit personal aren't we?" he said but his voice was still friendly enough.
"I'll drink if you answer," she said.
Desert Dog laughed and nodded.
"A brother … younger. He died from the mutagen decades ago."
"Sorry …. Your parents too?"
"You going to drink for your last one?" he questioned.
Aramis took a long swig and Desert Dog answered.
"Yes, everyone in my family is gone … thank you for reminding me," he said slightly scornfully … Now it's my turn. Where'd you get the name Eyre?" He drank.
"My parents gave it too me too. From an old pre war book I was told," Aramis answered.
"Where are you originally from?" he asked, drinking before she answered.
"My tribe had been called the Painted Rock before we were assimilated by the Legion when I was very young," she said.
"I know Legionaries are dumb as Brahmin shit but how did your family hide your gender?"
Aramis couldn't remember all the details of her youth. She could remember her mother cutting her hair and the fires but when she thought of her mother the face was blank and lacked all detail. She chose to leave out the details of Lion knowing in case it incriminated him down the road.
"Only those closest to me know the truth," Aramis explained.
"And that slave girl you brought. Your cover?" he probed.
"Maybe you should be doing my job," she teased as she watched him gulp down a large amount of the bottle. She could feel her own head starting to get a bit light and she suppressed the urge to giggle at the odd sensation. "Yes, Miyla acts as my cover. It's been a very beneficial relationship for both of us."
"I bet," Desert Dog said with a twisted smirk to which Aramis rolled her eyes at.
"Where are you from? Where was your vault I mean," Aramis changed the attention back on him.
Desert Dog took a drink even out of turn.
"Originally my family lived in a large research and development center beneath a mountain. My parents were scientists there. The next phase of their work meant we had to go live in the vault and that was somewhere west of here. Can't remember too well but the whole area was a big empty desert full of nasty bugs and critters."
"Was life in the vault pretty terrible then? With the mutagen and all?" Aramis asked and drank.
"Not at first. Things were pretty normal for a long while. My brother and I went to school, played with the other kids and such while my parents continued their work on the entomophathogenic fungus called B. mordicana. Once the general population became exposed to the spores of the fungus, things kind of went bad for everyone. My parents died relatively early on. My brother held out for nearly fifty years but he eventually succumbed too."
Desert Dog paused for a moment. He appeared deep in thought but shrugged and took a long swig, wiped his mouth with his hand and looked at Aramis with indifference.
"So … how'd you get on with the Legate?" he said as if the topic was natural.
"Really? You want to ask me that?" Aramis questioned.
Desert Dog took a long swig and said nothing.
Aramis sighed.
"Actually it happened in this very city when I was eighteen or so. It was one of my early missions with the Frumentarii. I had to infiltrate the families and so on," she began vaguely. "It was the first time I experimented playing my female self to gain intel knowing no one would suspect me. The Legate was here on his own business and while I was waiting to begin my mission he struck up a conversation with me at the bar where I was staying. He saw right through me."
"He recognized you as a Frumentarius?" Desert Dog cut in.
"No … sorry … what I meant was that he knew I was up to something. I must have been giving tells left and right because he actually thought I had been sent to kill him," she corrected.
Desert Dog laughed.
"How the hell did you become part of the Frumentarii?" he teased.
"Believe it or not I'm actually pretty good at what I do," she defended. "And that was a question so drink."
Desert Dog rolled his eyes but he drank.
Aramis went on.
"Anyways after a heated discussion I was able to get control of the situation again but it meant sleeping with him. I made sure to be the hell out of there before he woke up though … So years later he was part of a convoy that got shot up and I went looking for them to search for survivors and I found him. Thinking he was going to die I came out and told him who I really was. From there things got drastically more complex but in the end we were able to let go of some hardships … until quite recently that is. Needless to say … things between us have ended," she concluded.
Desert Dog was nodding.
"And all this time I thought the only thing that man put his dick into was God's ass," he teased.
Aramis laughed now. It felt good to laugh but something in her still felt pain when she thought of Joshua. She chose to change the subject onto him.
"And Miss Kitty?" she inquired.
Desert Dog squinted slightly. She knew he had been around much longer then her and that probably meant he had a lengthy list of women but she was curious about his relationship with the Madame.
"It was a long … long time ago. Eventually she got old but the girls of the brothel she brought in were from time to time were young so my tastes switched. She didn't take it personally," he said casually.
That stung a bit. Aramis would age as well. Was she just another challenge for this decade, she wondered?
Desert Dog seemed to sense her logical realization and quickly deflected the thought.
"I assume with all the shit I've been through that it's just a matter of time before my luck runs out. I chose to enjoy life while I still have some to live," he added.
Aramis nodded and let go of her jealousy and distrust for the time being.
His expression changed and his smirk turned to a frown as he narrowed in on her.
"Do you hate me?" he asked suddenly.
Aramis frowned but to her surprise she didn't answer 'no' right away. She thought about the question carefully. When they had first met he had coordinated one of the worst experiences of her life but now it all felt so long ago. She didn't hate him but she couldn't forget what he had done to her.
"No, I don't hate you," she answered finally.
"What I did to you all those years ago was pretty rotten of me," he stated.
"Yeah …" she affirmed.
"And you've forgiven me for that?" he asked.
Aramis hesitated to answer. She didn't want him to think she was so quick to absolve and swoon for him and pardon all his wrong doings so easily.
"No," she began. "But I have done my best to judge you on more recent activities," she added coolly.
"You really hate the fact that you like me as much as you do, don't you?" he accused.
Aramis' eyes went wide. Had he really just said that?
"What are you talking about?" she said sharply.
He took a long swig from the bottle before answering her.
"I've never meant some one with such a complex emotional arc. It must be exhausting," he teased.
Aramin narrowed her gaze but before she could get a word out he went on.
"Take it easy … believe me, I fucking hate the fact I like you as much as I do," he admitted and Aramis felt put off as he spoke the words while staring her right in the eye.
Aramis shifted uncomfortably. She had barely registered his words when he stood up and walked right up to her. She was a head taller as she sat on top of the crates. He took the nearly half empty twenty-ounce bottle from her hand and took a long sip from it.
"You going to ask me to fuck you or what?" he suddenly asked as if the words had no weight.
"What?" Aramis mumbled as she refused to meet his gaze.
Desert Dog didn't say anything back. He had put all the decision on her and it put her completely off balance.
Why had he said that? Couldn't he have made it a little less brash? Yes, she wanted him to fuck her but why couldn't she just say so? Why did she have to play every single detail of her answer out in her head?
"Fuck it," she finally let slip. "Yeah … I do"
Not a second later he was in front of her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him but she remained seated on the crate. Aramis didn't resist but she wasn't sure or comfortable with how he reached for the elastic of her panties and slid them off so effortlessly.
"Whoa! Easy there," she tried to get him to slow down but he ignored her and forced her legs apart while leaning down and gently kissing the top of her slit.
"Stop, what are you doing? Come on …" she tried feeling embarrassed that he was for forward but he kept on.
"Will you relax? You're not as delicate as you think you are," he said back to her almost harshly. "Just enjoy it."
Aramis frowned at him but forced herself to look away when he suddenly let his tongue slip down her folds and find the tiny nub of her clit.
"Fucking hell …" Aramis moaned as she reached out and dug her fingers into his scalp.
His own hands moved to her and spread her lips open to grant him better access while his tongue flicked at her before sliding inside her only a little.
Aramis bit on her bottom lip to try and silence her moans.
"No one can hear us. Relax," Desert Dog ordered, pausing only to speak to her briefly before his mouth drew in closer and he sucked and nibbled lightly on her clit.
"Holy shit it feels so good!" she cried out.
"What's with all the holy and hell talk? The Legate really got inside your head, eh?" he said teasingly.
Aramis wanted to hit him but restrained herself.
"Seriously?! You're bringing him up? Just shut the fuck up and keep doing that!" she said in a begging tone and Desert Dog laughed as he slid a finger inside her.
She felt herself give way easily to his single finger and groaned when she felt it find somewhere inside her that kicked things up.
"I think you're wet enough," he said as he stood up straight, his hands moved up and he lifted her off the crate and to his level. His mouth was on hers and he was kissing her so deeply that she could taste the alcohol on his tongue. This time she liked the taste. He turned her around and pressed her chest into the stack of crates before kissing the back and side of her neck while gently holding her shoulder. His free hand reached below the waistline of his pants and he pulled his semi hard penis out.
He gave it a few quick, firm tugs and she felt it press against the side of her ass.
She turned her head and found his lips once more with her own. His hand moved away from her shoulder and now cupped one of her small breasts overtop of her blue satin bra cup, then it slid beneath the wire and grasped it firmly.
She felt the tip of his penis press into her tight opening. He slid in only a little and held himself there for just a second, letting her wetness cover him. Slowly he pushed inside her and she let out a shallow gasp.
His size was challenging to accommodate but eventually her body welcomed him and she braced herself on the crates as he pushed himself deep inside her.
"That's it," he whispered delicately in her ear.
His hand found hers and he brought it down between her legs,
"Touch yourself here," he told her. "Play with yourself."
Aramis touched her clit and felt the instant stimulation. It was intoxicating and she wanted more of him and more of her finger.
He moved faster and she welcomed each thrust with a steady pant. He let go of her breast and now held her waist with both hands to stabilize himself but also guide the speed in which he entered her.
It all felt so good. Her finger was doing its job and she felt her orgasm building when suddenly a voice cut in.
"The Madame doesn't like security fucking the girls when they're on the job," a man's voice spoke out.
Both she and Desert Dog whipped their heads around to see the bartender standing with arms folded.
"Oh shit!" he said, startled.
"I'm out of gin and you're currently in my way by fucking the whore right where my crate is," the man said seemingly unimpressed.
Aramis thought she heard Desert Dog almost growl when he withdrew himself from her and tucked himself away.
He shielded Aramis from view while she quickly put her excuse for clothing back on. When she was dressed he took her by the upper arm and led her back to the stairs saying nothing to the man who interrupted them.
"Back to work then," Desert Dog said with a solemn sigh as he let her arm go when they were at the top of the stairs. She could detect the disappointment in his voice and felt compelled to do something about it.
"Come with me," she chimed and slid his hand in hers, leading him across the main room. The sounds had only grown louder and Aramis could see more had come to join the smut. Aramis meandered down the hallway, peeking into rooms to find one that wasn't occupied. When she succeeded she entered the room and closed it behind them.
"What about the mission?" he said to her when she turned on him and saw a charming smile splayed on his face.
"You succeeded. I don't think there's much more for me to do tonight. Unless you rather have me …" she began, reaching for the door when he suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into him.
Her kiss craved his and he nearly devoured her when they finally resumed their intimacy.
His hands reached down and cupped her ass firmly in his hands. He squeezed tightly, almost painfully but then he released her so his hands could lift her by the thighs and lay her down on the bed. He crawled on top by remained kneeling overtop of her with a sinister smile plastered on his face.
"The things I want to do to you right now," he muttered to her.
The thoughts nearly frightened her but she forced herself to smile and recalled the scenes that played out in the main room some time ago. Everyone had let go of their inhibition and surrendered themselves to their partners and their own fantasies. Aramis didn't have any fantasies – nothing creative enough that she wished to share but perhaps if she allowed herself to just go with it, he'd show her what she was missing out on.
"What's stopping you?" she teased back and she saw his smile grow.
He paused and eyed her carefully before saying,
"I should warn you … I like to be a little … rough."
The very mention of the word rough made her anxious. She had experienced his rough before and it just about broke her. Still, that small voice in side her head kept telling her to at least try.
"Can I say stop?" she questioned.
"At any time," he allowed.
This made Aramis comfortable with the idea of letting him exhibit the power for now. She gave him the slightest of head nods and smirked when she saw his eyes light up and he wasted no time in diving between her legs once more.
He didn't remove her panties this time but licked overtop of the thin fabric while diggings his fingers into her muscular thighs.
"Fuck, why are you playing with me like that?!" she barked, looking down at him. She could see him smiling.
"I like to tease you," he replied as he pulled the fabric to one side and licked up her slit only once before letting go of her panties so they covered her once more.
"You sure it's wise to tease a Frumentarius?" she played right back.
"Uh, ya," he taunted as he slid her panties down and tossed them to the floor.
He buried his face between her folds once more and she let out a gasp followed by a long moan. She didn't want him to stop. She loved feeling his tongue slide inside her and flick at her clit.
Suddenly her eyes shot open when she felt something entirely unfamiliar. One of his fingers was hovering at the entrance of her ass.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Take it easy. I'm just exploring," he assured her with a devilish grin. "Come on now, you haven't really done a whole lot, have you? Is the Legate that boring?"
Aramis felt anger swell from within. He'd gone too far.
"And what about that slave of yours?" he continued. "I thought the two of you were …"
"Do you always have to be such an asshole?" Aramis barked feeling the anger inside her boil over.
Without warning, Desert Dog grabbed her firmly and flipped her over so she lay flat on her stomach. He held her by the back of the neck and pressed her face down into the bed. She managed to turn her head just in time, allowing her to breath and stare up at him boldly with just her one eye.
"You need to learn not to be so fucking sensitive," he scolded but then he leaned down and kissed the side of her mouth just gently enough.
Maybe he was right but his tactics weren't exactly winning her over easily.
He let go of her and rose off the bed. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them as they fell to his ankles. Next came his boxers and his shirt.
He stood before her fully naked, semi hard with a large, playful grin on his face. It was as he stood before her that Aramis could see that the green splotches on his skin seemed to grow in number and some appeared to be darker than others.
He must have been able to sense her interest because he grimaced and for the first time she could see his discomfort. She thought it best to try and hide her obvious gawking and before he could utter a word, Aramis beat him to it.
"You going to ask me to fuck you?" she asked as she rolled back over and sat on the foot of the bed, matching his smirk with her own.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he said in a teasing manner but Aramis was having her fun now.
"Undress yourself," he ordered.
Aramis slowly slid her panties down and tossed them beside his own clothes then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra letting it join the heap.
"Lay back on the bed," he said as he took his semi hard member in his hand and began to stroke it gently.
Aramis climbed backwards until her elbows rested in the pillows at the head of the bed.
She watched as he stroked himself again and again to engorge his cock for its coming task.
When he appeared satisfied he climbed on top of the bed and crawled over to her like mounting prey. His hand stroked up her thigh until he forced her legs apart and his gaze dropped to between her legs.
"Quit staring!" Aramis barked as she tried to close them but he kept them forcibly spread.
"What? Are you actually trying to tell my your shy?" he teased as one hand moved to cup her pussy and his fingers began to rub her slit back and forth.
She moaned unexpectedly.
One of his fingers found her opening and he pushed it in while his thumb kept pressure on her clit. His finger climbed deep inside her and she felt his strength actually moving her up the bed. He wasn't lying when he said he liked it rough and she knew this was only a taste of what he was capable of.
He moved himself between her legs to keep them apart and his free hand clawed up her abdomen to her sternum. His fingers dug in and held her down while the fingers inside her worked themselves back and forth vigoursly.
"Don't be shy, let me hear how much you like it," he pestered.
"Fuck yes," she said quietly.
"You can be louder. This place is full of people fucking. You think they give a shit about us?" he exclaimed and he pushed another finger inside her, that made it three now.
"Mmmmm yes! Don't stop!" she begged.
"Give me that pussy!" he demanded as he withdrew his fingers. "I want to taste you..."
His mouth was on her before she could protest, licking and sucking at her clit.
"You're so wet," he said as he backed away and smiled up at her. His fingers returned to her slit but this time he rubbed them up and down. Suddenly he brought his fingers to her mouth and forced them inside.
"Suck on them," he ordered.
Aramis had never done anything like this and the gesture almost frightened her. At first she tried to resist but his other hand locked onto her chin.
"Do as I say," he said forcibly and Aramis felt herself relinquish her power as she sucked on his middle and pointer finger.
"That's my girl. You're learning," he said in a teasing manner and Aramis began to feel easier about it all. He wasn't trying to scare her; he just wanted to show her a more carnal side of sex. It didn't always have to be passionate to mean something; it could be raw, aggressive and twisted. She thought of those out in the main room engaging with multiple partners or doing things she never thought possible … so much variety.
He got off her suddenly and climbed off the bed.
"Come here," he directed.
Aramis rolled off the bed and approached him curiously, brows raised and unsure.
He reached out and held her by the waist, turning her back to him and moved her towards the wall.
"Put your hands above your head, spread your legs," he ordered.
Aramis did as she was told.
"Bend forward a little," he said firmly.
His hand returned between her legs and she could feel him coating her pussy with how wet she'd become.
He bent down and began to bite the flesh of her ass as his fingers dug into her thighs.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed but then he slapped her ass hard and she recoiled.
"There's my tough girl," he said as he slapped her once more.
Aramis let out a yelp but she never told him to stop. He bit her again, this time a bit harder but not enough to break skin.
"Mmm, yes. I want to fuck you so badly," he murmured as his tongue licked from her opening all the way up to her ass.
She closed her eyes firmly trying to let herself be lost in the moment. There was nothing to be nervous about, she kept telling herself.
He stood up and grabbed hold of a small wooden chair a few feet away from them.
"Prop your leg up on this," he said.
With her back still to him, Aramis lifted her right leg up so it rested on the seat of the chair. It was easy to balance so long as she held the wall.
That's when she felt the head of his cock hovering at her entrance.
"You want it?" he asked.
"Yes!" she pleaded.
"You really want it?" he asked again and bit her ear.
"Fuck! Just put it on already!" she snarled back at him and before she could brace, he plunged it deep inside her that she screamed out.
One hand held her waist while the other reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards. He kissed her neck all while thrusting his massive erection deep inside her, pushing with such ferocity it made her nervous but not enough so to tell him to stop.
His hand let go of her waist and reached around grabbing one of her breasts tightly in his hand and squeezing it. Aramis winced but suddenly all the unease began to melt away as she felt something building inside her. She'd felt this before as her climax began to swell but this was on a whole new level. She relinquished her hold on the wall and allowed one hand to slip between her legs and find her clit.
"That's it. Play with yourself!" he moaned in her ear.
"Ooooooooh," she groaned.
"Taste yourself," he then said and Aramis removed her finger and licked it as per his request.
"Fuck yes!" he said as he began to fuck her harder and faster.
He slapped her again on the ass just once and took hold of her waist with both hands and began to drive himself in again and again.
Just when she thought he was going to come he stopped himself and pulled away from her. He took hold of the chair and sat down.
"Come here," he directed as he pulled her over to him. "Sit on my dick."
She turned and faced him and saw his eyes were almost glowing green. The sight was alarming and she recoiled back slightly.
"What?" he asked.
"Your eyes …" she spoke up.
"Ignore it, it happens," he ordered.
Aramis knew he was dodging her curiosity but now was not the time to pry into his physiology. She eased herself down on his cock as her legs straddled either side of him.
"That's it, ride my dick."
She began to bounce up and down on him and he helped by holding her waist to keep her balanced and moving.
"Fuck yes!" he yelled out. "Grind that pussy into me!"
Aramis rocked her hips back and forth feeling him push up deep inside her.
He held her ass firmly and squeezed as she pushed herself back and forth.
She looked down at him and smiled childishly but to her surprise he pulled her head down and kissed her. His tongue pushed to the back of her throat as he pulled her head into his. When they broke apart he was panting. He licked his finger and smiled but she couldn't figure out the gesture. Suddenly she felt that same finger on the entrance of her ass.
"Hey!" she called out but never broke rhythm.
"Shut up," he teased and he brought her mouth back to his and kissed her deeply but this time he pushed that finger into her ass. She tried to break her face away but he held it to his own and kept her mouth on his so she couldn't scream out.
His finger ventured further and even though she had stopped moving her hips, he continued to thrust up inside her as he sat beneath her on the chair.
Finally when his finger was up to the knuckle he released her face. She pulled away wincing. Her forehead rested on his shoulder as she sat paralyzed and at his mercy. The sensation was unwelcome and painful but she tried to hold out.
The unease began to shift as the familiar sensation of pleasure crept back.
"Keep riding me," he said as she began to rock her hips again.
He groaned and laughed.
"Does it feel good now?" he asked.
"Yes …" she managed to get out.
"How good does it feel?"
"So fucking good!"
"You want to come yet?"
"Yes!" she begged.
"Soon, my girl, soon."
His words surprised her. He had called her his girl. She moved her head off his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, those bright green eyes that seemed to fade their brightness slightly. She gazed only for a second before she kissed him. It wasn't carnal or intense; it was slow, deliberate and passionate.
He matched her embrace with affection, biting her lip gently and planting softer kisses on the side of her mouth. His hand stroked the back of her head and combed through her hair.
"Lean back," he whispered to her.
Aramis leaned back a little. He kept his finger deep inside her ass while the other held her waist.
"Touch yourself, we'll come together," he instructed.
Aramis' hand found her clit and she began to rub it back and forth, slowly at first then quickly as she climax began to build suddenly.
"That's it!" he said as she felt him pushing deep and fast and she knew he was nearly there.
"You're going to make me come!" Aramis cried out.
"You want to come now?" he asked.
"Yes!" Aramis begged. "Fuck it feel so fucking good!"
"You want me to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum?"
"Yes! I want to feel it!"
"Come on my dick! I want to feel you come on my dick!" he played right back and his eyes shut His mouth fell open as he sucked in air, panting and heaving.
"Mmmmm yes! I'm nearly there! Fuck I'm ….. I'm gonna ….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Aramis cried out as her body came under fire with impulses that rocked her entire body.
"Here I come. Take it! Fucking take it all!" he yelled as he thrust himself one more forceful time inside her and she felt his release. His cock pulsed with each spill inside her.
"Uuuuuuuh!" he grunted in a low tone.
Aramis was still in spasm but when it subsided she felt herself melt over his body. Once again her face burrowed into his neck and she nuzzled in.
He slipped his finger out of her and stroked her short hair back and kissed her ear.
"See it can be fun," he teased.
Aramis chuckled.
"Will we be doing that again?" she asked.
"I could do that every day with you," he replied with a sheepish smirk.
She got off his lap and looked around the room. She was sweaty and felt the stickiness between her legs she wished to be rid of but there was nothing in this room to clean herself with.
"This place is disgusting," she grimaced.
"It's actually come a long way in the last few years. You should have seen it thirty years ago," he commented as he stood up and began to dress himself.
She looked over her shoulder at him and eyed him with curiosity. It was so strange to think he had lived for decades and hadn't aged.
"Here," he said suddenly and tossed his shirt at her. "Cover yourself and we can go have a shower."
It was better then nothing and Aramis slipped into the dark gray collared shirt and began to button it up.
"Come on," he said as he opened the door and stepped out into the hallways.
Aramis stood in awe when she saw a couple of the bright green patches on his skin glow. His skin seemed to be reacting with the black light in the hallway.
She knew he'd be uncomfortable if she asked anything about it so she pretended not to notice as they made their way to the bathroom just down the hall. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. It wasn't a single bathroom but one made up of three stalls and a large back room with an open shower. Several nozzles hung from the ceiling, catering to numerous people at once.
Aramis could hear the moaning of patrons enjoying the warm water with the added bonus of others touching and feeling.
The bathroom was clean enough, large and white. It was full of steam as hot water pumped through the pipes. The sound of running water and the groans of those with their company echoed on the ceramic tiles that covered the floor, walls and ceiling. There was a small bench that divided the sinks and toilets to the shower units behind.
"We can wait …" Aramis tried but Desert Dog was moving to the back and had already lowered his pants and was now placing them on the bench.
"Come on," he gestured as he stepped into the wall of steam.
Aramis pulled off his shirt and joined him trying not to look at the others in the shower.
There were five others in the shower with them: two men, a female who clearly wasn't one of Miss Kitty's girls and two prostitutes.
The men were nothing special to look at. They appeared in good shape. One was taller then the other. He had short brown hair and a young face of a man in his early twenties but had no facial hair to show. The smaller of the men was a bit older but still younger then Aramis by appearance. The woman was young as well, her black hair fell to shoulder length, sleek as the water pulled it town. She was pretty enough but skinny and meek looking.
Aramis suspected all three were NCR troopers who were just lucky to be invited to such lucrative party.
The female looked to Desert Dog and smiled as she stood, having her pussy licked by one of the whores while the two men stood back and received their own mouth of one of Miss Kitty's girls to take their turn with.
"Want to fuck me?" the girl asked looking right at Desert Dog.
Aramis wanted to tear her throat out then and there. She felt her skin get hot and not because it was under the water. She narrowed in on the woman and hid back her snarl.
"I'm good," Desert Dog said calmly as he took Aramis by the hand and pulled her under the same nozzle as him.
"Easy, killer," he teased and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.
Aramis looked over his shoulder for a moment and glared at the girl who instantly looked away, visibly angry to be rejected.
To Aramis' surprise he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. Her own arms were bent up, pressing between the two of them in but she liked the feeling of him around her. Soon they were kissing, slowly and passionately but that's when Aramis felt something touch her between her legs. She moaned at its presence but then realized both his arms were around her.
Her eyes shot open and she saw the older of the men had come up behind her and was feeling her up. When Desert Dog saw this he seemed to just snap. He grabbed the man by the throat and brought him down so hard that Aramis saw the man's head bounce off the tile floor.
The water suddenly turned red and the girls began to scream. The other man came to the aid of his friend and punched Desert Dog in the back of the head but that didn't even seem to faze the Speculatore.
"Let him go!" Aramis said as she threw herself down on her knees and tried to pull Desert Dog off the man. "You're going to kill him!" She could see once again his eyes were glowing that eerie green. He seemed completely out of his own body and she realized she had seen this kind of look before when the Legate had tried to force himself on her.
Her eyes flashed down to the man who lay on the floor with Desert Dog's hands now wrapped so tightly around his neck, Aramis was sure his head would pop off.
She had no choice; she struck hard and deliberate bringing her own fist across the front of Desert Dog's face.
That seemed to do the trick as he looked up at her and released the man. The younger knelt down and hoisted his friend to his feet.
"You fucking psycho!" the younger trooper said as he helped his friend to the bench and examined the small gash on the back of the head. Aramis could see it wasn't bad, she knew head injuries bled a lot but she was certain he'd have a pretty nasty headache, though he should be thankful to be alive.
The girls had plastered themselves on the opposite wall and stared in horror as Desert Dog rose to his feet.
He was still snarling at the two men but he didn't make any move towards them.
"Just get the fuck out!" Aramis yelled to the two men who seemed eager to leave as much as she was to see them go.
"Wait for me!" the female NCR trooper called out as she followed her male companions.
The only two who remained were the whores who worked the brothel.
"There goes our tip," one of them said grimly.
Aramis was surprised they seemed to casual about the ordeal then she recalled how most of them had seen their share of violence so this was probably nothing out of the ordinary for them.
"Sorry about that," Aramis said to them as she and Desert Dog went for their clothing.
One of the girls just shrugged and said,
"They were boring anyway."
The girls remained as Aramis and Desert Dog left and returned to their private room. Desert Dog didn't say a word as he walked over to the bed and flung himself on it.
"You all right?" Aramis asked as she stood over the side, looking down at him.
"Yeah, why?" he grumbled irritably.
"You got hit pretty hard," she said.
"No offense, but you don't hit hard at all," he said and Aramis was pleased to see the faint glimpse of a smirk play on the corner of his mouth. She climbed onto the bed and lay beside him.
"Thanks," she said as she nestled into his neck.
"For what?" he asked casually.
Aramis recalled how everything had played out, not just this night but they other night and the times before that when he had helped her rescue her brother.
"For everything," she said simply.
"There you go, getting all sensitive on me again," he teased as he closed his eyes.
There was a long silent pause before Aramis broke in.
"Desert Dog?" she began.
He huffed, opened one eye and looked at her coldly but she could see he didn't mean it by the smirk that lingered.
She wanted to ask him about what she had witnessed today, his eyes and his skin, it had been so abnormal even for him but she could see he just wanted to sleep and she could cast her curiosity aside for now.
So she chose something else to say.
"Will you come back to Flagstaff with me?"
Both eyes now opened and he was looking at her intensely.
"Why?" he asked.
"You can help me with the next phase of tactics. You're information is just as critical as mine if not more so," she tried.
"That's it? You just want me to spew my Brahmin shit to Caesar and help you plan his war?" he said, his tone becoming sourer.
"You deserve the credit for what you got from the Colonel," Aramis said not understanding why he seemed to be defensive about the suggestion.
"Is that what you think I find important? Caesar's credit?" now his voice was getting heated.
"I just wanted you to be a part of …" Aramis tried but he suddenly sat up.
"What do you want? Fuck Caesar and his quest for wasteland domination," he asked.
"What I want? Isn't that clear? I want you to come back to Flagstaff," Aramis said, her own temper starting to rise.
"Why?" he probed.
"I told you why!"
"For fuck's sake! For once in your damn life say what you want without feeling Caesar is going to jump out and crucify you!"
"Because I want you there! To be with me! So you're not away from me!" Aramis finally said out loud feeling pathetic for uttering the words.
Finally he smiled and she could see she'd done what he wanted.
"That's all I wanted to hear," he said and he lay back down and pulled her down with him. "Now go the fuck to sleep."
A/N - Thanks for reading, always enjoy your reviews and don't worry, the next chapter is nearly complete so not much waiting to see what's going on back in Flagstaff ;)