"…and that's why I'm here." Alaric finished, his deceptively warm amber orbs taking in the faces before him as he set down the now empty bottle of nuka-cola.

"Well, well, well." Moriarty drawled. "Looks like the little baby cherub is all grown up now." He shook his head. "If you want info on daddy dearest you'd better be ready to pay up, otherwise talk to Nova, or Gob if you want anything. I need a drink." The ghoul wordlessly slid him a bottle of beer and he disappeared out the door.

Kuril's gaze settled onto the aforementioned courtesan and motioned for her to sit next to him. He had already figured how to pry a few secrets from those pretty little lips of hers; now all it would take was a bit of charm.

She crossed her legs in a way that emphasized their shapeliness and leaned forward, elbows resting on the counter to give her cleavage center stage in her blatant attempt at seduction.

"Well hello there Mister Dangerous. What can I do for you?" A sensual smirk worked its way onto her face and her eyes went half-lidded. "A room and some company is usually a hundred and twenty caps." Alaric raised an eyebrow at this: even if he had left the vault not two hours ago, he could still tell that that was an outrageous price.

Seeing his expression, the redhead giggled. "But for someone like you…" Her eyes swept across his muscular form. "Well, I want to give it to you for free, but Colin would bust my ass for that. So how about half off?"

"Such a tempting offer." He chuckled, a low, rich rumble that emanated from his chest. "But, no deal." He leaned forward, a sly smirk upon his lips. "Perhaps a little something extra could convince me..."

Mesmerized by his warm honey eyes and roguish grin, Nova bit her lip and seemed to internally debate something before sighing. "Alright, what do you want?"

"Information about my father."

She paused again, then spoke. "Get into the back office of this place. Moriarty keeps a terminal there. Everything you want is inside the terminal." She passed him a worn square of paper. "Here's the password."

"Thanks." He grinned. "I'll be sure to call you up later."

She smiled back. "I look forward to it."

She left him to his devices and he waited until no one that was willing to incriminate him was looking and slipped into the backroom. He made quick work of the terminal, committing every important detail to memory before downloading the files onto his pipboy and leaving Moriarty none the wiser.

As soon as he exited the saloon, he could tell someone had followed him out. The clack of dress shoes and the flash of a custom-tailored white suit in the corner of his eye all but gave away who was behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Kuril."

He turned around, his face a perfect mask of indifference. "Mr. Burke, what brings you out here to a backwater town like this?"

The agent nodded towards the undetonated nuke in the center of town. "The bomb of course." He answered. "Imagine what it would be like if it went off."

"Horrifying, I'm sure. I'm glad it's just a dud." His amber eyes flickered imperceptibly to Burke's face, surveying his visage for the telltale signs of deception.

A shake of his head was his response. "Not a dud, but a proverbial volcano. One that just needs the correct stimulus to set it off."

His features remained blank as the man only confirmed what he had suspected; a live weapon of mass destruction of the Pre-War, unbidden and barely supervised, ripe for the taking.

"I represent certain... interests. And those interests view this settlement, this 'Megaton,' as a blight on a burgeoning urban landscape." Burke sneered as he watched the town's populace go about their lives. "This place is obsolete. The last vestige of a cobbled, desperate past. It needs to... go away. And you are going to see that it does."

"Interesting." He allowed a smile to grace his lips. "And what do I get out of it?"

"Why, you'd be rewarded most handsomely! My employer is a very generous man. If it's bottle caps and luxury you're seeking. You shall have it!" The man proclaimed.

"A very tempting offer. But I already told Simms I'd disarm it." A lie. "Maybe some extra caps could change my mind…"

"Indeed. A man's word is worth his weight in caps. I suppose I could arrange for a bonus of say, 500 caps in addition to the base fee. Bringing the total to a thousand."

"Then I believe we have a deal."

A small flat device was given to him and they shook hands, a satisfied smirk on Burke's face.

"Attach it to the bomb. When it's done, meet me at Tenpenny Tower. It's southwest of here, well out of harm's way. You can't miss it. Any questions?"

Alaric shook his head. "None. I'll finish this as soon as possible." He tucked the object away in his backpack. "A pleasure working with you, Mr. Burke."

"And you, Mr. Kuril." They quickly parted ways, not wanting to draw any attention to their covert operations.

Once he was certain the agent had left, his lips quirked into an amused grin. Like hell he was going to blow up Megaton, there were way too many women he hadn't fucked yet; but that didn't mean he couldn't still weasel the caps out of Burke, he just needed to uncover how.

He tucked away the fusion pulse charge into his backpack. Rummaging around, he sorted out whatever he felt was unnecessary and separated them from the rest of his supplies. His footsteps were silent – a habit he gained from constantly sneaking around the vault – as he moved across the metal platforms to reach his destination.

The door opened with a quiet creak and he stepped inside the store. He surveyed the interior with the blink of an eye, registering the doorway on the left leading to the second floor, the sunlight streaming down from the holes in the roof, the workbench, an operational terminal, the three filing cabinets on the far side of the room, the mercenary dressed in leather armor wielding an R91 assault rifle leaning against the wall. And most importantly of all, the busty redhead in a tight jumpsuit behind the counter.

"Hi there! I'm Moira, it's a pleasure to meet you! I run Craterside Supply." She gestured enthusiastically at the shabby, but adequate store around her. "If there's anything you need, anything at all, I probably got it layin' around in here somewhere. Don't be afraid to ask!" She paused, peering at him with inquisitive eyes, then snapped her fingers a moment later. "Hey! You're that new vaultie that everyone's talking about!"

He gave her small smile. "Alaric Kuril. Pleased to meet you."

Her eyes lit up in excitement and he had a moment of warning before he was assaulted with a barrage of questions.

"What's it like in the vault? What kind of technology do you guys have? Electron microscopes? Hydroponic facilities? DNA sequencers? Neuroimaging suites? Ah, but you need electricity to power all of that." From the pockets of her clothing she produced a worn notebook and pencil. "So do you guys use a nuclear reactor? Geothermal? Fusion? What about water? Where do you-" She was halted mid-sentence and looked up when Alaric waved a hand in front of her face, drawing her attention away from what she was writing in her journal.

"One question at a time." He chuckled, causing Moira to blush as she realized she had bombarded him with her inquiries in the twenty six seconds they had met. "You'll have plenty of time to ask me all about the vault later." He rested his backpack on the counter. "But first, could I see what you have for sale?"

The shopkeeper smiled brightly. "Of course!"

...

Kuril left Craterside Supply with a substantial number of caps in addition to the amount he had found in his father's safe. If his calculations were correct, he would be able to afford any necessary supplies along with a few luxuries for the next few weeks without worry. Moira had gotten him to promise that he would come by to sate her curiosity about the vault, but in return, he had persuaded her to give him a discount on all her wares in exchange for the knowledge.

The sun was hanging low in the sky like a carrot being dangled from the fishing rod of destiny and he decided to visit Moriarty's Saloon before he went to sleep.

Entering the establishment, he found it was devoid of customers save for a single blonde sitting in the corner of the room. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and time seemed to slow as he analyzed and interpreted her body language.

Extremities paled. Dilated pupils. Downcast eyes. Elevated heartrate. Hands locked. Muscles tense.

Anxious.

He blinked and was brought out of her reverie at the same time the woman's gaze snapped to him before lowering back down to her clenched hands. With a plan in mind, he made his way over to the bar and sat down on a stool.

"Hey, Gob." He waved. "Mind if I buy a drink?"

The bartender set down the cup he was cleaning. "'Course not, smoothskin. But…" The ghoul wrung his hands nervously. "You're not going to hit me? Yell at me? Not even berate me a little bit?"

Alaric raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't planned on it."

"Well now. That's a surprise! I'm used to every asshole smoothskin in this town giving me shit just because I look like a corpse. I'm glad to see that there are a few worthwhile people around here." The rotting grin on Gob's face was nothing short of blinding. "Listen..." He lowered his voice, whispering. "Moriarty'd have my head if he caught me selling at a discount, but for you, I'll risk it."

"Thanks, Gob." He smiled. "Let's have a drink to celebrate eh? My treat."

The bartender took out two – surprisingly clean – shot glasses and poured a generous amount of alcohol in each. With a clink of the glass and a shared "Cheers!" the cups were drained, leaving them empty once more. He motioned to Gob for another before excusing himself.

The blonde looked up in surprise when a proffered glass of whiskey was held in front of her. He could hear her breath hitched as her gaze met his, and he could guess with a fair amount of accuracy what was running though her head. He allowed her to stare for a moment more before he smirked. "Like something you see?"

Her cheeks flamed and she stuttered, "N-No! I mean-Yes-wait! I-n-not like that!" He handed her the drink and she snatched it up, downing the contents with nary a second thought. The woman winced as the alcohol burned a trail down her throat, but relaxed as warmth bloomed in her stomach, and some of the tension in her frame disappeared.

"Th-thanks." She sunk back into her chair. "I needed that." Her eyes swiveled back up to his face again. "I don't recognize you. New in town or something?"

Alaric sat down in the seat opposite hers, gracefully crossing one leg over the other and gestured to the pip-boy at his wrist. "Yes, I only left my vault a few hours ago in fact."

"I could tell. You-" Her eyes only roamed over his body for an instant, but Kuril nonetheless caught it. "You look different from most wastelanders I've seen."

"Oh?" He replied, grinning playfully. "Is that a bad thing?" He flexed his arms, causing the blue of his jumpsuit to ripple as the powerful, but sleek muscles underneath tightened.

She flushed, attempting to tear her eyes away from the sight before her, yet found that she couldn't. Heat pooled between her legs and she unconsciously ground her thighs together in an attempt to suppress her growing arousal. Her merc cruiser outfit suddenly felt too hot and the cool air of the saloon became stifling. She was brought out of her stupor by the quiet chuckle coming from the mysterious, and incredibly handsome, stranger across from her.

"I'll take that as a no." His eyes twinkled with amusement as he continued. "But I'm heading out tomorrow to take care of a few things. Anything I can do for you?"

The blonde shook herself to dispel the lewd thoughts that had sprung up in her mind, though it did nothing for the wetness between her thighs. "I- yes. I'm looking for someone to make a delivery. Interested?"

He shrugged. "I'm sure I can make a detour. Where to?"

"I'd like you to deliver this message to my family in the Arefu Settlement. I haven't heard from them in months and I'm worried." She handed him a small piece of paper.

He examined it, taking note of the name Lucy West written in smooth, curving letters at the bottom, but didn't reach out to take it. "A job usually means I get paid."

"Actually, I don't have any caps with me." She looked away, embarrassed. "I used everything I had buying a shack in this town." The blonde nervously twiddled her thumbs. "But if you'd be nice enough to help me, I bet my father would pay you something for the trip. What do you say?"

"Very well." He tucked away the paper into his jumpsuit. "I accept."

Lucy's eyes lit up. "Great! I'll-" She halted mid-speech when Kuril silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.

"But." He continued slyly. "I think I'll claim my reward in… a different manner."

It took her a moment to process the underlying message, but when she did, her eyes widened and an involuntary shiver worked its way down her spine. "I-I see. And in what form would you like your payment?"

He smiled, "That's for me to know, and you to find out." He removed the digit and grinned at how she mewled quietly from the loss of his touch. He could see Nova shooting her a jealous glare from the corner of his eye and suppressed a laugh at how easily both of them were seduced.

He stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep." He took out a small pouch that held sixty caps and handed it to the courtesan who gave him a key in return.

He winked at her, catching the coy grin she shot back at him as he ascended the stairs.

He made it to the room and softly shut the door behind him. He slipped off his backpack as he quickly surveyed the room. He set his sack down by the bed and withdrew the combat knife and 10mm pistol from the hidden pockets he had sewn into his clothing, concealing both of them out of sight beneath the bed. He sat down on the squeaky mattress to await the arrival of the redheaded courtesan.

She slipped into the room a few minutes later, gently closing the door behind her and turning to face the grinning the vault dweller. She wordlessly approached him, swing her wide, breeder's hips and slowly unbuttoning her top. He responded in kind, unzipping his jumpsuit and stepping out of both it and his undergarments. She paused to step out of her skirt and shoes before putting her hands on his chest and pushing him towards the bed.

His back hit the mattress and he felt Nova straddling his waist, hands running over his sculpted pectorals and heading of his crotch while she purred in satisfaction. "Mmmmf, fuck you're hot… this might be the one time I actually want to do my job."

Her eyes widened and her respiration temporarily failed her when she registered the size of the cock she held, stroking it to ensure neither its girth nor length were the products of a tactile illusion and found that her fingers could barely wrap around it. "Holy shit!" She gasped, her arousal heightening at this new revelation. "You're fucking huge!"

After a few more seconds of spirited interaction, the redhead's hands reluctantly released his shaft, sensually unbuttoning the top of her merc charmer outfit and shrugging it off inch by inch, revealing the tanned, supple breasts that adorned her chest. She threw it, and the bra she wore, aside and began working on her pants. The moment they left her body Kuril pulled her panties to the side and buried himself to the hilt in her soaked snatch.

Nova uttered a choked cry and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he stretched her walls to the limit. He only gave her a moment to adjust to the feeling before he began to pound away. She whimpered and moaned, feeling every vein, ridge and curve of his cock as he slid in and out of her hot, clenching tunnel. She managed to regain some semblance of control a moment later and a sultry smirk worked its way onto her lips as she began to slam her hips down in time with his thrusts.

His composure cracked when the redhead's pussy began to contract and ripple around his length, massaging his shaft with the silky walls of her cunt. He hissed in pleasure and his hands tightened their grip on her curvaceous hips, driving her even harder onto his cock as his fingers sunk into her soft assflesh.

"Wh-ah! Whatsa matter pretty boy?" She taunted, biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to stifle her moans. "The girls in the-mmmmff!-vault don't know how to-nnnngghh!-do this?" Nova rolled her hips, drawing circles inside herself with his shaft,

She wasn't nearly as tight as even the loosest vault pussy, but her sheer skill more than made up for it, and he found himself gritting his teeth to stave off an ever-encroaching orgasm in the first few minutes of their rutting. Just as he approached the precarious edge of climax, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply and focusing himself; it was time to show her who was really in charge.

The redhead noticed his apparent difficulty in keeping up with her and continued in her teasing. "Giving up a-already? I'm disappoint-AH!" She squeaked in delight when Alaric bucked his hips, briefly throwing her into the air with the power of his thrust. Regrettably letting go of her perfect ass, his hands fastened themselves around her waist and his legs tensed. With a powerful twist of his body, he switched places with her, cushioning her fall with his own arms. Now, Nova was the one beneath him with her arms pinned to the headboards by one hand while his other toyed with her clit.

The unexpected reversal combined with the sharp increase in pleasure sent her cumming like no tomorrow. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, back arching and pussy gushing as her orgasm tore through both her body and mind like a thermonuclear warhead. A scream bubbled up in her throat and Kuril quickly silenced it with a kiss before it could alert anyone to their spirited rutting. She returned it eagerly, even as she fought a losing battle against his tongue, moaning into his mouth the whole way through.

Her velvety pink folds wrapped around his cock and made lewd, wet schlicks as he filled her stretched tunnel again and again. He rubbed at her clit in tandem with his thrusts, causing her pussy muscles to go wild and lose their controlled contractions, giving him some measure of reprieve from her sensual massage.

But the way her slick cunt pulsated and convulsed around his fat cock proved too much for Kuril and with one last mighty thrust, he hilted himself inside her, the head of his shaft pressing against the entrance to her womb as he pumped rope after rope of thick, white spunk directly into her uterus. The redhead's ankles locked together to dissuade him from pulling out – not that he wanted to – as her pussy tightened around him, instinctively knowing that it needed to milk his balls dry of their sperm.

Finally, when his flood of cum subsided, leaving her with a womb full of semen, he pulled out and fell onto the unoccupied side of the bed, breaking their kiss to allow both of them air. Nova panted and gasped, legs twitching as pleasant aftershocks continued to ravage her nerves. Alaric was far more composed, only breathing steadily through his nose, though his body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

They shared in the warm afterglow of sex for several minutes before Kuril spoke.

"I'm not too bad hmm?"

The redhead giggled and snuggled up next to him, purring contentedly as she ran her hands over his muscles. "Are you kidding me? That was the best fuck I've ever had. You're welcome back anytime pretty boy."

"Is that so?" He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Then how would you like to be my personal cumdump whenever I'm in town?"

She was acutely aware of the seed oozing from her abused slit and the tight, sore pleasurable feeling emanating from her core where he had unloaded himself. She wanted to say yes, but her sense self-preservation ultimately won over her lustful desires. "God, I want to. But Moriarty would kill me."

Alaric chuckled and ran his hands comfortingly along her side. "Oh he'll be gone soon enough…"

Before she could question his mysterious response, he pushed her onto all fours and kneeled behind her. She felt something hot, fleshy and turgid poking at her increasingly wet lips and a shiver of excitement raced up her spine. She bit her lip, unable to stop herself from wiggling her hips and shaking her ass in preparation of what was to come.

He had made a quick calculation and concluded that the contraceptive he had taken a week ago would last for a few more hours. Perhaps he would be able to fashion something similar with the supplies in the wasteland.

But for now, he was going to make the most of the time he had left before his sperm regained its virility and stuff her womb with his spunk until her ovaries were filled to the brim with his semen.