Fallout: Fury Blood

Chapter 105: Sex Machine ❤

*WARNING*
A fluffy, smutty smoothie topped with sweet lollies, just for the lols.

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A gossamer tickle moved along the bare skin of her back. His arms bound her from behind, hands a covetous embrace to stir memories still warm from last night.

Kelly smiled as the folds of sleep gradually gave way to the feeling of Danse's lips exploring the curvature of her spine, dipping down to the small of her back. Once there, she felt his hands secure the flesh of her rump for his mouth to take ample kisses of her. She hummed and nibbled on her smile until he returned up her back to graze behind her shoulder.

"Mhm," she mumbled, turning her head back at him. "Morning, you."

His kisses roamed up the back of her neck, leaving gooseflesh in his wake as he stopped behind her ear, just long enough to rumble, "Mhm, morning, you," back to her.

The deep bass of his voice, that close, that low, that raw, so carnally laced, evoked a sighing shiver to erupt over her body. As she closed her eyes again to let it wholly enwrap her senses, Danse took advantage of her melt, gently rolling her sleepy body so he could move his kisses up the length of her neck, nuzzling near her ear for a moment.

Kelly loved the feel of his warm breath and rough stubble against her neck, giving him a little moan of delight to let him know so.

"You like that?" he caught on, his voice in the whorl of her ear again.

"I love that."

So Danse took a kiss from her lips before nuzzling beneath her other ear, teasing at her sensitive earlobe. Her hand quested up the nape of his neck and through his thick hair, fingers remembering every detail of him from in the night, every time her fingers took his hair in their grip whenever he made her body quake with ecstasy. They had made love like savages all night, burning off all that tension and adrenaline from their narrow escape from death, making up for lost time, expressing emotions and desires pent for far too long. Put simply, he fucked her three times and would have tried for a fourth if he hadn't worked her to exhaustion. But, it was the best exhaustion she had ever felt; it had been the night of their lives, the beginning of a new era between them. Now it seemed he was going in for his fourth helping, and she was powerless to resist.

By the time he was working his meticulous way down toward her heat, she was already flustered and panting. "I've created a monster."

His eyes connected with hers from his place between her thighs, gleaming with unmitigated desire, before he would delve into her. "Yes. Yes you have."

Kelly gasped and squirmed as he assailed her with the vigorous muscle of his tongue. Who knew the valiant virgin was such a sex machine...

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Afterward, they managed to separate their skins long enough to rouse from the bedroll and fix themselves breakfast and water. The portioned cuts from the radraptor tail had preserved well on the smoke rack throughout the night, the low fire slowly drying the meat and staving off the bacteria. Danse and Kelly roasted it for extra good measure on the rotisserie that Danse had constructed, turning the double spits to allow the cuts to cook evenly over the campfire. Though gamey with little fat, it was juicy with a smokiness to soften the taste of wild meat. Still, it was no gourmet delicacy. Unlike Kelly, Danse was a true creature of the wasteland and liked his meat medium rare, exuding a shameless pride in his culinary effort. Until Kelly reminded him that it had been her kill...