Mohave Chronicles V: Expurgation

by DisclosedBarrel

Sequel to Abrogation. Demigod & Dragonborn versus the last Horseman of the Apocalypse. Conquest. Legate Lanius was all that's left... During the final moments of the battle, Legate Lanius presses his attack on the N.C.R., starting with David and his team. This grudge match has been long overdue for over two hundred years. Ashford, Romanov, Savage, Richtofen... all must DIE!

9. Wild encounter (NSFW)

Two weeks later...

"Will!" Cass yelled, jiggling the door handle. "William! Six! Open the door! It's me, Cass!" No answer from the small room. The door was locked, and the walls were thick cobblestone. Is he that deaf? He did drink a lot of wine, only because he allowed himself to celebrate.

The early night was as warm as always. The last few weeks were tough enough on Cass, entirely unforgiven in some ways. She was sure this was the right room in the barracks, there were only seven, eight or maybe twenty rooms lined up in the Dam.

Of course, some tents outside had to be set up for the Dam's visitors, the ones that only stayed for General Wesker's huge staff party. The one he said during that speech weeks ago. Six has to be in one of the new rooms. It was cold outside.

The party, though, legendary was an understatement. From 7 pm to 7 am the next day the party raged on - lights, music and the Dam's weight in pure grain alcohol. You couldn't pay to keep people like Cass away from that. Only when she decided to knock on for her friend Courier Six, she took some time off to try and fit in more whiskey. Sex was on the mind; she was already crazy drunk.

Cass kicked down the iron door with a sloppy kick, on the fourth try around the flimsy pre-war brass handle and broken it off. She batted away the door and stood before a lone figure under the covers of a yellow queen-sized bed. She clutched tightly on a half-empty bottle of vodka and quickly swirled another half of that down; she jumbled some words around in her mouth. Had a speech she was planning for the last ten minutes.

"William, it's Cass, and I've got something to say to you," she slurred, "You're missing the party downstairs and the one in my pants. The Dam is filled to the brim with drunk, horny soldier dudes and bitches and I'm freaking drunk and horny as fuck!" No response from under the covers. Apart from that other guy she couldn't remember, Davis or something, William, Lyannah and she were still the heroes of the second battle.

"We've known each other for nearly a year now, and since we've kicked the Legion's ass, I knew you always had the hots for me. That is my only pitch for you! I'm gonna fuck you like we just won a war because we freakin' did against the biggest gang of raping assholes, and if that bitch Lyannah gets in the way she can join in too! You take me, and we'll fuckin' do it right here and right now!" Still no answer.

The figure in the bed mumbled and rolled over under the sheets. Cass took a few steps closer and set her bottle of vodka down on the nightstand. "Can't hear a word you're saying, Six."

Without another sound, an arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her out of sight and under the covers. Now that's more like it. I can feel his chest and groin grinding against my back. That was definitely more like it! Warm body, nice biceps, smooth jawline… Something was off… Six's hair wasn't this long.

Cass tried to pull away, but the figure in the bed held fast, the fingers dug into her waist. "Wrong room, woman," hissed the man, in an oddly familiar voice, she couldn't quite place beneath. All those vodka sours didn't help.

"Then who the fuck are you?" Cass tried to squirm away but ceased as a knife was pressed up against her throat, below her chin.

"How did you put it so nicely a minute ago? Ah, yes. A member of the biggest gang of raping bastards."

For God's sake. A Dam full of people and I kicked the door of some Legion fuckhead. Thankfully the Legion isn't too bright, so maybe I could weasel my way out with a careful choice of words. Hopefully not some drunk ones. "Fuck."

"Do you not remember me, Rose of Sharon Cassidy?" the legionary asked.

"I don't go by that any..."

Cass knew this voice. Like warm honey over gravel. Horrible words with a sweet tone. Fuck. It was of the leaders. The spy. Vulpes-something. She cast an inappropriate glare at his mug yet never spoke or interacted with him in any way. William and someone else told or warned her about this man. His words could warp and rape the minds of the weak-minded.

Great predicament you walked into here Cass. Drunk Cass was never to be trusted. "Oh, doghead guy. Didn't someone… kill you somewhere before?" she asked conversationally, shifting away from his knife. "Someone in a red beret? Ringing any bells?"

"Wounded, not killed. Suffice to say; I, ironically, was left behind by my subordinates and forced to hide. That was until I stole an N.C.R. uniform while you and those N.C.R. idiots partied like animals."

"And you're in bed sleeping like a baby why?"

"You disturbed my rest, woman. I cannot traverse without sleep."

Cass felt bravery flowing through her lips. She hoped it was bravery. "Now that's all cleared up. I should probably leave. I have like twenty other doors to kick down before I find the right guy. So how about you move that knife and I'll be out of your hair?"

He cackled horribly. "So you can crawl away to General Wesker and Colonel Moore? That would compromise my position. I don't think so. You're making a fool of yourself by wasting your time with that courier fellow. If he isn't utterly uninterested in you, that petty strife you have with that strange woman of his will interfere with your ulterior motives."

"What the hell is it to you?!" she snapped.

"I'm a spy. It's my job."

"So… you gonna cut my throat any time soon?" she asked. "This is killing the mood."

"Spare me you mood…"

"Okay. How about I remind you that the entire Dam is full of N.C.R. types, and if they find out that one of their heroes were killed under their noses, they'd be mighty pissed."

"They wouldn't get here in time."

"Perhaps, but pissing off General Wesker is suicide. He'll kill your ass, and every ass hiding your ass..."

"I invite him to try..."

"Before you get a hair up your ass, may I also remind you that there a lot of surveillance cameras around the Dam... Hope you got a fast ride to Arizona, buddy."

The legionary paused for a moment, genuinely considering his actions. "What guarantee do I have that you won't immediately call down the N.C.R.'s wrath? If there were any chance, I would let you out that is..."

"Uhm..." Cass was disappointed she had no collateral or anything to bargain with. Only her word and they were never good ones. "I swear on my… honour… to not turn you in?"

He chuckled morbidly. "Please… As the person who was ordered to keep an eye on Courier Six for several, excruciating months, ever since he wandered with the likes of you I was fully aware you had traded your honour for a lap dance at Gomorrah. If there was any dignity or honour in your name to start off with."

"Is that all you people do!?" she snapped again, "I might drink and fuck around, but I'm loyal to my friend's, and that's what's important God-damn it."

"I'm loyal to Caesar," the Legion man grumbled.

"Really? For someone who lost a war, you don't seem so upset about it. I expected your types to live and die by the sword in the name of the mighty Caesar. No… You're here sleeping like a baby and looking for a way to stroll across the river whenever you feel like it." Vodka, whiskey, this is Cass calling. Can you all please stop pissin' off the murderous fuckhead with a knife to your throat? Apart from drinking too much of you, why do you hate me so?

"It's so funny that it's quite sad that you N.C.R. types think that the last battle was some great victory," he said, "We only lost a portion of our forces that day. Caesar lives, Lucius lives, I live. The only person of importance we lost during the battle was Lanius, who cared for nothing about the Legion or its ideals." While he rambled on and on Cass slithered ever so slowly near the edge of the bed. She needed to make a quick exit. The door wasn't far, like three meters.

"Since Lanius openly desired me," he continued, "he would most likely eliminate me if he was to rise to power. So forgive me if I don't shed a tear over his passing. There will be another legate, hopefully, someone more loyal to our cause. We control a significant fraction of the east, and we share a border with California. The Dam was a distraction; Shady Sands is another story. May set us back a few years. Am I happy we lost? No, I'm furious we lost, especially as it was due to your gang of incompetent morons with personal problems. But this won't change the result; nothing will."

"Fantastic." Cass sighed bitterly. "I really wanted to know your long-term strategy. I kicked down the door to be bored to death, and not because I wanted a threesome with a courier and a Dragonborn. So can we skip to the part where you kill me or let me go, or punish, or whatever you want to do? The last thing I want to do is yammer on about politics. Both sides can suck it dick, cause I'm done with politics. So kill me or let me go. I'm bored now."

Another pause. "Who killed Legate Lanius?" he asked quietly.

"I did." Cass giggled. "We all teamed up on him actually, but I was the one that finished him off. Shotgun blast to the knees, chest and his ugly mug kills real good, doesn't it? Shut his stupid as up. I have his helmet as a trophy at home. Still has his yellow blood on it, wanna see?"

"No. I suppose I owe you one."

"Doesn't take a genius to tell he wasn't popular with the Legion..."

"Indeed." He sighed. "Very well. If I must, I can handcuff you to the sink and get some sleep and leave before the crack of dawn. Someone will find you eventually. Keep in mind if you scream for help, I will happily kill you and anyone else who enters the room."

"You can try… If General Wesker comes a-knocking, you're in trouble."

"I can handle him; a rematch is long overdue."

"The same man that took on Lanius single-handedly?"

"We'll see… Now hush."

"Awesome. Just how I wanted to spend some precious hours. Sat here with you and not downstairs partying."

"Deal with it." He finally removed his serrated knife from her throat, and she let out a deep breath. What she wasn't prepared for was his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She pressed up against him so hard she could feel his erection digging into her ass. "Of course, there is another option."

Hmm. The night was suddenly looking up, Cass thought with a slowly forming smile. From what I see, he is pretty nice to stare at, and his voice is making my crotch wet. The vodka makes it a bit easier to overlook the fact he's an evil Legion motherfucker.

"After all," he continued, "You did come in here tonight looking for something. I've had a stressful day. And I once overheard you mentioning particular fantasy with your Brotherhood friend while you were five drinks in at ACES theatre." His voice dropped an octave. "Something about a legionary punishing you about you profligate ways."

Cass made a mental note to never drink in public while horny. That had been a graphic amount of oversharing on her part, enough to horrify even Veronica, who had some creepy fantasies herself. Laser rifles were never meant to be used like that. She really was bi.

"I don't have a whip or a collar on me, but a belt can substitute for both." He would remember that part of Cass' fantasy at ACES, right before she downed her fourth whiskey with the guys. "Unfortunately, we'll have to skip the part where you blow up the Fort with a missile launcher. We can't have that now can we?"

"That ending was overrated anyway," she said, smiling and twisting around in his arms to kiss him.

Instead, he grabbed her hair and sharply yanked it to the side. "No kissing. Punishment, remember? I suspect your body is at least ninety per cent alcohol. I have a reputation to uphold, and if I stumble across the river drunk with an N.C.R. uniform on my existence would be void."

"Maybe if you guys took some time off and had a drink to relax once in a while, you'd be a bit chill about the destroy and conquer agenda." He sharply tugged her ponytail again. Her head jolted back. "Ow!" Cass knew she should've agreed on a safe word, then the idea of kicking him in the balls and escaping would be more satisfying if things were to get out of hand.

"So how did that fantasy of yours go?" he purred, stroking the hair red hair he yanked twice. The heavy breath of the legionary fell upon her face.

He has a sweet face, as far as looks go. He had all the right parts in the right places. It's not fair how some of them looked so good on the outside yet were so evil on the inside. What was the name? Vulpes Inculta? That name needs to be remembered in case things go pear-shaped. That name could be ratted out for the right price if that was necessary. She began, "Six, his bitch Lyannah and I were at the ACES theatre when one of those assassin squads ransacked the joint." Cass thought for a moment. "By the way, wasn't it you that sent that squad to attack the bosses at the Dam?"

"It was a rather bold opportunity to fabricate discord; General Wesker reacted as expected. The fear was intoxicating..."

"Guess is didn't last long, considering you ran away with your tail between your legs."

"Moving on. Back to your story, if you please."

"Caught us by total surprise. We all split in different directions. Six and Lyannah bolted quickly onto the Strip, and I got locked inside on my own from the outside. That's when one of the assassins pulled my hair back and threw me to the carpet."

He stroked and brushed her hair. "Hmmm… Did you go quietly?"

"Fuck no." Cass chuckled. "I'd bite and scratch my way out before they wrestle me down to put a collar on me."

Now he got his belt off so quickly it was a mystery to Cass, but within a quick second she was pinned to the bed beneath him, the belt lashed around her neck. It wasn't enough to stop her breathing but enough for her to feel it with every breath. "We like to put the collars tightly enough so that the slaves can feel it when they swallow," he said conversationally, "For a profligate enemy, we'd have to take it down a notch. Wouldn't want you to forget your place now." He pulled the belt one more notch tighter. "Too much," he whispered in her ear. He did care for her in his own way.

"Not enough," she whispered back, "I'm tougher than I look." She has a feeling this will leave a mark.

"Clearly," he dryly said. "What happened when they threw you down?"

"They tied me up." The room was feeling hot and humid. Heat radiated off Vulpes' bare body.

"Mmmm. Did they strip you first?"

"They will now," she said with great conviction.

"Yes, they will." His blue eyes were boring into Cass', and she noticed with some trepidation that he'd picked up the knife he'd threatened her with earlier. "I think that they would suggest you take off all your clothing. Slowly. Or they'd cut them off."

Hey, Cass, what happened to your favourite beige jacket? Cass thought in Veronica Santiego's voice. Oh, nothing Veronica, just lost it in a creepy sex game.

"Then I suppose I'd just strip myself. Because if anyone tried to cut through my favourite jacket, they'd lose an eye. A good jacket is difficult to come by these days." Cass felt good leaving that threat there in the open. Vulpes retracted his knife.

Inculta sat back on his heels and gestured to the side of the bed. He sheathed his knife into his belt. "I'll spare your jacket. Undress, but… slowly."

Cass hopped off the bed and juggled the idea of running out of the door. That's what Six or her dead husband would want. Then again, she was having quite some fun in this scenario, and a single legionary couldn't get away with shit in the middle of enemy territory. No one ever needed to know about this encounter. Will and Lyannah probably had their own fantasies to think about.

She shrugged off her precious jacket and chucked it into a corner by the door, then unbuttoned her white blouse. She was glad she decided she switched to her white bra and underwear before kicking the door, rather than the black combat bra. When she reached the belt, Vulpes held up his finger. "Give me the belt," he said, "Then continue."

Unlacing the brown boots, she kicked them off, then slowly slipped off her blue jeans down her thighs until they puddled around her ankles. She chucked him her belt. Now clad in her bra and panties, she stepped away and rested her hands on her hips. "Like what you see?"

"Stunning," he said, his gaze raking up and down her slim body. He was sitting up now, legs over the edge of the bed. "But disobedient. I said all your clothing." She went to unhook her bra. "Leave that on for now," he murmured. "I like it... Now back in ACES..."

"They'd tie my hands." She held her hands innocently.

"That they would. Behind your back, you couldn't attack anyone. Turn around." Wondering if this was going to end up backfiring horribly, Cass turned around and put her hands behind her back. He secured her hands with her brown belt. "They would blindfold you too, so that way you wouldn't know whether the footsteps you heard next were someone coming to rescue you or taking turns." She recognised the bandanna she wore before everything went dark. She blinked against the fabric.

"A sober woman might think you've done this before," she purred.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Not the slightest. What's next?"

"They would bring you to your knees." Cass knelt in front of him, obeying his command. "And they would keep you ready."

"Don't you fuckin' dare," she snapped. After some silence, he genuinely laughed. That was extremely rare and rather lovely. That wasn't right.

"Oh, only for a moment," he said with slight amusement, "Just long enough for you to start worrying about who was starting first. But now and then you would hear someone step forward."

"You?" she asked teasingly. "Or that guy with the beard? Which one would be first?"

He was surprised. "How do you know Lucius? He never leaves Caesar's side."

"I read a report about him. Well… I eavesdropped actually."

"You're all degenerates, but Lucius would take that as a compliment. As he has a wife and kids back in Flagstaff, I suppose he could use a boost to his ego now and then." He paused. "He couldn't be the type to partake in this scenario. He's too good for that. But not me..."

Men. Seriously… "After the first four whiskey sours, I could care less who comes first. We're getting off track. Let's say it's you that steps up first. What do you do?"

"Well, first, I'd stop to admire your body," he murmured. "Bound and on your knees before me. You'll hear me. You'll struggle. I'll have to hold you still." He stood up from the bed and brushed Cass' hair again. She felt his hair tangle in her locks as she wriggled slightly.

"Ooooh… What's next?" she purred. There were rustling noises in the background. She heard clothes dumping into a pile beside her. He was undressing. She was surprised to feel the belt around her neck loosen a few notches and then off completely.

"I'd remove the collar. You're not a slave; after all, you're a captive. A guest perhaps…" Cass felt his breath in her ear. "It's not like you're going anywhere," he whispered. "We both know you're soaking wet now."

Well, he's not wrong...she thought.

Cass wasn't sure whether he was referring to the reality or the fantasy. He was right about both, though. A hand slid between her legs and thighs, teasing her through her underwear before they were moved to one side. He pushed two fingers inside her, twisting them slightly, and her breath hitched in her dry throat.

"Just as I expected. Indeed a profligate whore. You must be punished."

She pulled away. "Wait a minute. Sexy punishment or nailed to a cross punishment?"

"Sexy punishment. I left all my nails and lumber at Cottonwood Cove."

Was that an actual joke? Cass thought.

"Forgive me. I get ahead of myself. First, I would have a more immediate need to satisfy."

"How about I satisfy you this way," she giggled. Her mouth was wide open. She swirled her tongue around her lips, seductively.

"Maybe," he drawled. "Would you, if I ordered you to?"

She ceased saturating her lips. "Not all the time. Honestly, I'd tell scum like you to suck a lemon. This is different; I'm in no position to say no, and I don't exactly want to."

"That you won't." He brushed Cass' hair over her ears and rubbed down her swan-like neck. Her skin was smooth for an alcoholic widow.

"You're stalling…" she mocked. "Are you really the one to step up first?" She licked and saturated her lips all over again. This time mockingly.

He leant over to her ear again. "Just for the record," he whispered, "you wanted this…"

Mmmmm. He tasted succulent and clean. He must've showered recently. It was a nice change. I swear some men need curative instructions or even a step-by-step guide to handle their junk, let alone someone else's. I ran my tongue over the head, giving a little extra to that particular part on the under the shaft.

An answering groan from him informed me that he was no different from that respect. He was only human. I slid more of him into my mouth, and after that, I realised he was more than exceptional.

I pulled my head back. "Uhmm... Problem."

Vulpes rubbed his chin with a smile. "Oh?"

"It's just… you're a bit bigger than I expected," I giggled. It was incredible. I could see it at all. Must be a unique sense. To perceive the size of cocks without the judgment of sight, how rubbish. Super speed? Strength? Nah, the ability to visualise the size of wood. Yes, please.

"Worry not. You set the pace." I decided to go for quality over quantity and gave his shaft a good seeing-to with my tongue and lips. His hand landed on my head, but instead of bringing me in closer like most guys, he stroked my hair again. Geez, what's his obsession with my hair? "You're such a good girl." I could take that as a compliment, but some close friends call me an N.C.R. woman, so being called a girl just felt degrading. I'll let it slide. At my age, I just like the attention.

"If we were at ACES," he continued, "I might have you do this a whole lot longer. I like a woman on her knees." I applied a bit of gentle junction, and he groaned. Removing his hard member from my mouth, I planted kisses down the side of his shaft "But not for too long. I believe your punishment for taking pleasure that wasn't yours should be much worse." His hand tightened around my ponytail. "And for working with the fucking N.C.R. to defeat us."

Bullocks. I should not have said that... This is getting dark. He sounded deadly serious and fairly angry. Despite what I said before, I wasn't so sure I can get my hands free. I tested my strength, and I was right. Damn, that was tight. He grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me onto my feet, then roughly dumped me face-down on the bed.

He must've felt me tense because the next thing I felt him rub my lower back. His touches were soft and gentle, for someone who kills and pillages for a living. "Relax. I won't hurt you." I willed myself to stop shaking, and almost succeeded when he slapped me, hard on the ass. "Much."

I yelped but then recoiled back towards him as he rubbed the stinging cheek. Was he the spanking type? Aw. He thought it was a punishment. Cute. "I believe we can go for a baker's dozen. Were this the ACES, of course, I would use my belt or a flogger.

But the N.C.R. might get a little suspicious if they saw blood on the mattress. They'll start looking into who occupied this room tonight, and we can't have that now, can we?" He swatted my ass cheek again, hard, and I bit back a cry.

"There are a lot of things I would do in your little fantasy that you would find comfortable," he continued in a pleasant tone, pausing to hit me once more. "Or maybe you would. It's hard to tell with you degenerates. I advise you not to scream because if you draw the N.C.R. in here, you might just find out how dire your situation is."

Was that a threat? "You're almost over the line, Legion boy," I hissed. I silenced after I started counting the strikes. Never knew four spanks could sting so much.

"Good girl," he said, and I could hear the menace in his tone. He rubbed my wets, then slid his fingers in deeper. "Over the line was I? You're practically dripping. I can see how much that idea repulses you so. Think of that the next time you have some silly daydream about manipulating the Legion."

Well, what do you know? I feel like I can snap the belt if I was pissed enough. It turns out I was; it snapped like a bitch's neck. I started with the blindfold and glared at my supposed captor. I could run. I should run. I will run. But my ego wouldn't let me go. I wasn't the one to let an asshole get the last word.

"Are we still doing the fantasy thing, or are we just exchanging threats? Because we're getting to the best part, the part before the big finale." I turned around and heaved him on his back over the bed. We switched places, and he was none the wiser.

"And what does that entail?" he said, eyes sparkling with a gleam of blue.

"The part where I rebel and turn the tables. To fuck you into working for the side of truth and goodness perhaps..." I raised my arms above my head and jiggled my hips. My panties slid down my thighs to my ankles. Baring it all below the waist.

"Do you think the N.C.R. stands for truth and goodness?" Christ, was this an automatic response or something? How many hours a day do they waste turning most vocabulary into a Legion recruitment speech? No wonder they have no time to relax over a stiff drink. "The corruption and degeneracy in Shady Sands alone would shock even a-"

"For the love of God," I blurted, straddling in front of him. "For all that is holy can you give politics a damned break? So help me I'm gonna stab your ass."

"So you'd make me submit?" he smirked. "I'd like to see you try."

"Hell yeah, I would. I'd snap the ropes like I did that belt, and then I'd tie yours. And we just happen to have a bed; that's a bonus. Either way, I'm in command now, and you're at my mercy."

"Would I?" He placed his hands on the headboard in mock surrender. "And then what would you do?"

"This." I trailed my tongue from his navel up to his chest, admiring his scars along the way. He shivered, and I felt his body stiffen further against me. "Awww, does the big bad legionary have a sensitive spot?" I sucked the side of his neck until I felt his arms move, trying to pull me closer. Rearing back, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them back to the headboard, holding them back until the message was received.

He folded his arms under his head and stared at back at me, curiously like a child. "Good boy. Now stay, or you won't get a treat." I slid off the bed and went straight to my vodka that was still on the nightstand. After a quick swig, it was almost all gone.

"Was that entirely necessary?"

"Do you want me to sober up and realise what a terrible idea all this was? I need to do this, which answers the question. Yes. Yes, it's necessary." I noticed a bullet wound on his left thigh. It was fresh, though had long stopped bleeding. Boone mentioned he hit a guy in the leg at the Dam that day. I felt pity… I poured the leftover vodka on a white rag from the floor and doused it.

The wet cloth that was totally not my white blouse was generously damp, and I firmly wiped over his thigh. I only knew basic first aid because it included the use of alcohol. A sterilising agent. Never forgot that. He hissed and cursed softly in another language; I think it was Latin. His body didn't budge; he took it well.

I discarded the empty bottle. "I don't know why I just freshened up your wound. Should be grateful but it was only because we're human, and I'm not a monster..."

I expected an argument, some stupid doctrine shit on how men are vastly superior to women, but instead, he reached out and pulled me down onto his face. Oh, yeah. I spaced out for a second. He was planning this, or he had experience in these situations. Within a minute, I stopped squirming, his mouth hot against my clit as he stretched me with two, then three fingers.

I considered leaping off the bed and smacking his handsome face for touching me without permission but… eh, rules were meant to be broken. They were too overrated. Happy to see he has other uses for his tongue than to talk people into joining the dark side, or boring them to death with politics.

He twisted his fingers just right, and my legs started to shake. I was entering the zone until he held my thighs and pushed me off on my back next to him. I glared at him. "You done?"

He smirked. "Oh, apologies. I saw your legs shaking, and I got the impression you were going to collapse due to the heroic amount of vodka you just downed. Being a gentleman, I grabbed you to keep you from losing your balance." His smirk went south into an evil grin. "Who's out of line now?"

"Maybe I should ask you to just handcuff me to the sink, like in your original idea, and wallow in a lonely bed of failure. I'm sure you might get a good catnap and not wake up repeatedly to me kicking the pipes out of boredom."

His eyes sparkled again. "I have other things I'd rather handcuff you to. I long to be entertained and, my dear, you have my interest."

I challenged him to try it because why the fuck not? It didn't surprise me when he had handcuffs under his damn pillow the whole time – why hadn't I thought of looking there when I had him on his back? He smiled and cuffed me to the shabby metal frame.

I was a bit more careful after I thought about his small threat earlier, and while I couldn't snap the cuffs like the belt, the bed would come apart with a good solid kick. So that was my new emergency escape plan. That's if I wanted to leave.

"There you go," he snickered, looming over my face with his. "I like it better when you struggle." Melty voice plus kinky talk equals a sexually frustrated woman. That one being me. Deprived of the use of my hands, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer to me. "I thought your fantasy involved me changing my wicked ways. After all, you turned the tables on your captor and got a taste of the role reversal. People working for truth and goodness are not into this type of scenario, let alone cuffing people and fucking them in bed."

"Good and righteous is overrated anyway," I breathed. "Evil is sexier."

He pouted his lip. "You think I'm evil? Moi?"

"You're no saint, that's for sure. I'm sure all those tire fires and crucified people are just you working on your art portfolio. And those slave collars? That must be a phase of yours..." I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I guess you're pretty evil. Handsomely evil, I must add. That's just the alcohol in me talking, so can we save this morality judgment until after we fuck? Unless you're all bluff and no action. Maybe if I call real loud some soldiers outside can come in to give you some pointers. Maybe one of them is willing to take advantage of poor little Rose of Sharon Wes-"

My breath caught in my throat as he eased his hand over my mouth, silencing me completely. Sheesh, lighten the fuck up. Just kidding, dude. Worst comes to worst; he would use me as a human hostage or shield if anyone came in. Felt nice, though, being able to lie back and have someone else do all the work.

After he had sat up fully seated over my waist, he let go of my mouth slowly. "Lighten the fuck up, dude. If I wanted to call in the killer cavalry, don't you think I would've done it earlier? We're both in a bit of a predicament here."

"You can never be too careful negotiating with the enemy," he said, moving slowly. "I am a strategist."

He flexed and inched his waist into position, and that's when everything started to feel… sensual. I felt like I was in heaven. My moans muffled. My hips were bouncing. My legs were trembling. To the slightest thrust, I felt it all. The head and shaft were slithering through my lips and up the walls. The tears in my eyes. He was hung. Minutes and minutes on end, I started to feel dizzy, and my eyes flushed.

The way he was looking at me, and about the room, I stared into his face quite a bit, more than I should, especially with those beautiful eyes. I got to thinking, he may be a slaving, murdering asshole, but damn the guy was hot. Every thrust was measured, every roll of the hips was calculated, and he made sure to grind me up a bit on every down stroke.

My lips were quivering. He was quite a hunk, and that was so alluring. I felt like I could get used to this. A pet to play with now and then when days get rough. Six wouldn't like that. That makes the idea hotter. My legs relaxed around him for him to slide through.

I hated to admit it, but I whined when he moved his angle, leaning a bit closer forward. I depended on him to get me off, and while each thrust felt better than the last, they weren't enough to get the job done. Some more TLC was required. Legion boy was doing a bang-up job of building up the mojo.

"Right there," I breathed. "Right there, please..."

"Would that happen to be your sweet spot perhaps…?"

"Nnku… Ah, ah… nnaahh..."

"Take that as a yes."

"Oh, my Goooood…" I breathed again. Losing so much breath, "So, so good."

"Then this is going to get a bit better. Maybe if I push up like this, I can get in deeper." He changed his angle and leant further away and thrust deeper with a bit more force.

"Nnhiiiii… Ah! Nn, ohhhh..." I sighed blissfully. "That feels goooooood..."

"I thought so."

"Haaaa… Ahhhaaa… I think I'm gonna… cum… Touch me, please…"

"Orgasming this early is for the weak."

For fuck's sake. "Are you kidding me?" I scrutinised him and then saw that mesmerising gleam in his eye again.

"Maybe a little," he admitted with a grin.

"Asshole."

Within a short moment, he was still thrusting into me, albeit a bit faster now. I was moaning; then they fell into quick panting. I was panting like a dog. I came shortly after and that didn't stop him. Fucking fantastic. Complete euphoria. My legs turned into jelly and fell on the bed relaxed. So out of breath.

Inculta reached over me to unlock the cuffs. Nice to see a good level of trust in this lover. I let out a short yelp, of surprise when he rolled me on top of him.

"Damn legionaries," I grumbled, lightly. I clutched the headboard and eased his dick slowly back inside of me. It was still nice and warm. "Making women do all the work," I breathed.

"Can you not appreciate the fact I have had a long day?" he groused. "I was fighting on the losing side of the battle, and I was wounded. Plus, I was generous enough to let you cum first. Give me a break."

"I'm playing the world's smallest violin." I ran my fingers down his chest with a free hand. He had some thick scars on his chest. One was fresh. I liked scars. "I suppose I could be more generous. 'Cause if our roles were somehow reversed, before the incident and you kicked my door down, I probably would've shot you."

"That would be your loss because you'd miss out dearly. As I so demonstrate, only as long as you keep moving like that." I rode him for a bit longer while he touched me. His touches were as soft as his thrusting. Then our pace built up. "My word… You're clenching as you go."

"Ahhh… It seems you've gone all the way in. Ah, that's good."

After some minutes, he eventually put his hands on my hips and moved me back slightly. "Pleasure yourself," he ordered.

"You expect me to do something so base? I'll consider it if you ask nicely."

"Please," he said, almost straining his voice. Happy to see he was human. I responded with a smile and carried on his order. With one hand squeezing my right breast, I rubbed my clit with the other. While grinding myself on him, I found I was enjoying my handiwork for a change. Shame it stopped after a minute before we carried on.

"Time we took things a bit faster."

"Meaning?" I purred.

"I am a man, you know. You think I'm gonna let you off that easily?"

He abruptly thrust into me; it was sharp and quick. "Damn! You were so bold..." I arched my back over him with my hands over his shoulders by the pillow. We stared into each other's eyes. Looked so much more appealing without that doghead helmet. Made the movements of his hip slamming into me all the much more satisfying. Gazing a mate in the eyes was something a woman craves.

"You pounding me that deep… drives me," I breathed. Those eyes. Those blue eyes… "Oh… Ohhhhh! You devil. You don't know how much I want to cum."

"You mean you're surrendering? You perform with so much merit and courage, yet you lose to just one man. Suppose everyone has their limits."

We slowed down a bit. The gyration of our hips made it hard for us to speak clearly. "Disappointed, are we?" I breathed.

"Not entirely," he strained through his crooked smile. "I am getting close when I think about it."

"Then my job is nearly done."

"Time for the last round. Is it not?"

"All or nothin'." Vulpes sped up and pounded my hips with his, slapping against me. "Oooh, ahhh, haah!"

After a few minutes, I was bucking on him like he was a wild stallion. He bit his lip and clutched my ass tight, with both hands the plunged me down on his hard member. I whined and slid my hands lower onto the wooden headboard, closer to him. "Fuck… me… Damn!" We started to kiss again. And again. Didn't slow down in the slightest.

We stopped kissing and carried on our fast pace. A few moments later, he slowed down and jerked. He thrust upwards into me and let out a strangled gasp for air. I ground into him. Then we keened in ecstasy. I hope he did; my reputation wasn't to be taken lightly.

I began to tremble. We groaned heavily. Something warm coursed inside of me. So deep inside of me… I collapsed onto his chest and hugged his head and shoulders. We had to take some time to regain our breaths.

After a few beats, he finally said, "That was adequate, woman."

"Adequate?" I scoffed.

"What do you want from me? A medal? My love?"

"Your admiration?"

"Maybe... Let's say I enjoyed this encounter, and it was most worthwhile."

"That'll do it nicely. Wouldn't have it any other way." I rolled off him. At the softest touch of the metal flooring, he grabbed me as he did earlier in the night. He tightened his arms around my waist, and before I knew it, I was back on top of him. I found it strange when he rested his head nestle in the crook of my neck. Were we cuddling now?

"Unless you want to spend the night handcuffed to the bed," he yawned, "you'd be wise to stay like this and sleep with me."

"Ready to go again? So soon?"

"You know what I mean, woman. You're not going anywhere until I make my leave. I don't fully trust you not to run off and sell me out to these N.C.R. dogs for some caps."

"You're worth more than a few caps, buddy."

"You flatter me."

"Looks like we're bunking. Great..." I should be pissed off to spend the night with an undesirable asshole like him and not be partying downstairs. Sleeping with a warm body felt nicer, it's been a long day, and it's time to put it to bed. So I wrapped my arms around his chest and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, we fucked again, in the same position we were sleeping. With me on top, starting slow and ending with speed that put last night's debauchery to shame. There was less talking that time. With the last few days spent at the bottom of a bottle, I assumed I'm going to hell for this, and when I do, I'm going all in and taking no bullshit. That's how a Cassidy goes out. Fame, glory and liquid courage.

After our second fucking, he was already dressed in NCR uniform as I took a few winks. I was thinking about getting some more sleep before I try to find Six and his bitch. Otherwise, I'd just end up sidetracked and in the bed of another potential lover. I was naked on the bed. It was warm enough this morning.

He stood by the closed door. "So, uh, thanks for not killing me, I guess," I said. More or less, the first words were spoken that wasn't vulgar or dirty - either of us, not just me.

"My pleasure," he responded crisply. "Perhaps we'll meet again in a better situation. Give us time to reflect on such an… enjoyable night maybe. We'll meet again in California, sooner or later."

"I'll be sure to keep myself busy until then, after all, someone's gotta revive my caravan business. If it was up to me, the next time we meet, I'd rather it have nothing to do with the Legion; they're bad for business."

"I won't hold it against you." He put on a helmet with thick goggles on. Apart from his strong chin and charming personality, the type that can rape a weak mind, he was almost unrecognisable. He didn't even look my way. "You never know. Taverns and bars are excellent places to pick up tips and gather information. Who else would I trust to fulfil fantasies of my own?"

"You trust me? That's new."

"But for me, I think it's time to lay low for a while and relax, take some time off. Then again, there's a savage tribe of women to the north, across the great plains. They raid settlements and capture men to breed with. Only the ones that survive the horrible, sensual torments beforehand."

I smiled. "You'd fight back. Wouldn't you hotshot?"

"Naturally. They won't take me without a fight."

At some point in our intimacy, I thought I could sway his wicked ways, but it would be in vain. In another universe, maybe things would be different, perhaps better for both of us. We'll never know...

There might be some profit in ratting him out for a few hundred caps, that could help me start up my caravan business. Then again, I could always use that as leverage or at the very least blackmail. This time I think he earned my silence, and maybe a head start. We'll meet again; that's for sure.

"Adiós, Legion fuckhead," I said.

He was already at the door, about to leave. He turned his head and shown me his melty smile. "We'll meet again, profligate whore," he responded almost fondly.

What a jackass...