Fallout: Vault 69

Chapter 13 - Maria Resists

Trigger warning for sexual content.

And just like that, the moment shattered.

It took a few more seconds for her fried brain to pick up the witty remark and even longer to tie it back to her previous statement. But just as soon, her muscles fell slack against the bed, made more of goo and clouds than fiber and sinew.

After all of that, half of her body felt numb beneath the tingling aftershocks. It was all she could do to calm her racing heartbeat and reclaim a fraction of her lost ground.

"Yes, well," she huffed derisively, "I'm sure you must be satisfied with yourself. Please, feel free to take pride in your ability to finger a woman. I'm sure you feel it's quite an achievement." Her words were sarcastic, her tone biting, but there was enough relief in her breath for both of them to recognize the bullet she'd just dodged.

Tomas didn't comment, turning his attention towards his hand still wet with her release. And then, in front of God and everyone, Maria watched in disgust as he lifted a finger to his lips where he seemed to take ample pleasure in sampling her... flavor.

"Mm," he hummed noncommittally, visibly twisting his tongue around the dirtied appendage. He let it go with a pop and a shrug of his shoulders. "Angela tasted better," he felt the need to inform her. Although why she couldn't begin to imagine.

"Adorable," Maria deadpanned. Because, honestly, what else was there to say?

Tomas didn't react to her attitude, testing his tongue against the tart flavor slick along his fingers. He hadn't been lying. Angela's taste had been far more pleasant — a sweet honeysuckle that lingered on the back of his tongue. In comparison, Maria's taste seemed...deeper and heavy with the same musk that filled the room.

It was still enjoyable enough, but not so much that Tomas continued his snack after his curiosity had been sated. Maybe she'd taste better from the source? The idea played in his brain with the same dazed idleness that seemed to permeate his entire being.

If he'd ever been bold enough to drink alcohol a day in his life, Tomas might be surprised to find the experience similar. His thoughts felt slower but purposeful, his body more relaxed than he could ever remember being. It was a good feeling. It was a warm feeling. Almost weightless.

He turned his attention back towards the space between her legs, studying the hole with the same consideration he might afford a guilty treat. The effect left his expression... somewhat detached, not quite angry, not quite horny, just curious.

'It would be fun,' he recognized. Watching her lose control of herself once had been unlike anything he'd experienced, and that had just been at the end of his fingers. With his tongue and with what he knew about her body, he could push her there again easily. And unlike himself, something told him a constant stream of orgasms would have quite the effect on the poor woman.

By the time he was done with her, she'd be utterly spent. Or, dare he imagine, utterly broken. Unable to so much as move as she lay on the bed, gasping for breath or mercy, and unable to move a finger to stop him from just taking what he wanted from her.

That earned a reaction, finally, in a newfound smile curling the very edge of his pale lips. Unfortunately, such a game would require patience he didn't have at the moment. And while her orgasm would be just as entertaining, Tomas found his own loins demanding satisfaction before he took so much as another breath.

The moment of consideration passed in a flash. Maria watched the young man turn towards her sex, a curious grin starting on his face. Suddenly he was advancing towards her, cock in hand, stroking it with what was left of the sticky fluid he'd stolen from her femininity.