Taking On Nuka World

Chapter 5

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"You're not like other raiders, boss."

"Don't say shit like that, Gage," she joked. "You're killing my vibe."

"Aw shit, but it's true." His eye caught on her and a deep hunger flicked in his pupils. She had to hold herself back from pouncing on him right then and there. Instead she grinned and held her shotgun up in the crook of her elbow, as she put the other hand on her hip. His heart thudded hard at the sight of her. Damn, she was so beautiful.

"Easy, Gage," she said in a low, tempting voice. "You know I'm scum just like the rest of you."

A ghoul flopped out from under a food cart and struggled to its feet. She dropped the shotgun, it slapped hard into the palm of her hand, and she fired from the hip. The shot rang out in the silence of the wasteland. Her ears pricked against it, but her gun only made a soft clunk. Silencer, of course.

The ghoul was caught in the belly, the buckshot blowing his innards out of his back and dislocating bones and tendons along the way. The monstrosity went limp and tumbled to the ground. Sickly blood poured out around the edges of the wound, demanding her fascination.

"Thanks, boss," Gage kicked the corpse over and reached into its pocket. He retracted a surprisingly well preserved cigar and a hand full of dirty lint. "Well, well," he grinned as he propped the cigar between his lips and then dug in his pocket for a lighter.

Finally, he lit the cigar and took a long pull. He groaned and closed his eye as the sweet smoke filled his lungs. In this moment, Amelia found him irresistible, for whatever reason. Maybe it was the relaxed look on his face, the way his well toned arm moved when he held the cigar. She stepped over to him in two long strides and ripped the cigar from his lips. He started to protest, but she caught his words with her lips, snuffing out any intention of disagreement.

He pressed into her kiss, the taste of smoke and a hint of whiskey carrassed her tongue as she slid it into his mouth. He stepped closer, his bulky armor bit into her chest as he kissed her hungrily. She shoved him against the food vendor's cart aggressively and yanked open his pants with a few quick swipes at his belt.

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"Whoa there, boss," he said breathlessly, breaking off the kiss for a moment. "This ain't exactly a safe spot."

"It's safe enough," she grumbled, slipping her hand into his boxers and gripping his length. He took a sharp breath against her touch, his shaft already growing hard with anticipation. 

"What if someone comes by? Sees us doing...uhh.. it?"

She laughed, a dry thing that scraped uneasily out of her delicate form. "Let them watch then. It's the fucking apocalypse, we can do whatever we want." Her lips connected with his hard, and he moaned under her kiss. She yanked his armor over his head along with his undershirt. Meanwhile, his hands slid up her sides, pulling her shirt up with it.

Gage picked her up, propping her against his body as he leaned against the cart. Her legs wrapped around his waist, enticing him. "Damn, you get me," he mumbled against her lips. The feel of his lips grazing on hers pushing him too far. He turned around, dropped her to her feet and forced her around so that she leaned forward against the dusty metal. Good thing they both liked it rough.

He yanked her pants down over her thighs and followed them with her panties. She squirmed away a little as he pushed his cock against her. It was just a tease though and he knew it, she liked being taken advantage of. She wanted him to take what he wanted. The ache in his groin intensified as his eyes scanned over her exposed flesh.

She moaned softly and pressed back against him. "Come on, Gage. What are you waiting for?"

"Shit, boss," he grinned, a small laugh escaping his lips as he pressed himself back against her. Whatever he had planned to say got lost somewhere between his brain and his mouth. He couldn't wait any longer, and by her pleading moans and harsh breaths he concurred that she couldn't either. So he slid his penis deep inside of her.

He bit his lip with a moan as his length slid into her warm vagina. He heard the satisfied sound that escaped her lips. Any sound she made was inticing. He wanted to wreck her, to fuck her so hard that she'd scream in pleasure. He wasn't sure that's what she wanted though.

Her hand somehow found its way between her legs and back to squeeze his scrotum. It was an unexpected touch, but it felt so good.  He grabbed a hold of her hips and thrust into her hard. The pressure on his balls was perfectly balanced, it complimented the other sensations.

He groaned in pleasure when she pulled him forward by his balls, pulling him in deeper. "I wanna fuck you so hard, boss," his words were gruff and low, full of desire and hunger.

"Then fuck me hard, Gage," she replied in that voice. Low and seductive, a hint of gravelly desire. She didn't have to beg. He gripped her hips and shoved his cock in and out of her hard enough to make his own hips ache, but it felt so good he wouldn't stop. She was moaning loudly, occasionally interjected by her squeezing his ballsack and asking him to go harder.

He couldn't stop in time, his body so excited that he was pushed over the edge before he realized. Hot cum squirted deep into her. He tried pulling out then, but she held onto his balls. Breathy moans escaped her lips as his penis throbbed inside of her.

Finally, she let go of his personals and he slid his length out of her. Her hips were lightly bruised from his grip, small red marks that would quickly turn to a harsher shade of purple. But neither of them cared. She slid her pants back up and fastened them. She took a deep breath and snatched her shotgun up off the ground where she had left it, abandoned. She almost felt guilty for mistreating the weapon, after all the good it had done her.

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Gage slid his pants back up and tried to calm his breathing as he recovered his armor and shirt. He propped his hands on his hips as he took a deep breath, his eye never leaving her as she smoothed her shirt with one hand, and held the shotgun in the other. He had heard her talking to the weapon sometimes, calling it Babe. Not unordinary for one to name their weapon, just strange for her.

"Alright, let's move," she looked out over the field, toward the Nuka Cola Factory.

"Yes ma'am." Gage obeyed by swiping his assault rifle from he dusty ground and following behind her.

Neither of them spoke, lost in the normalcy of surviving the wasteland. They spoke a different language during battle. Words passed through looks and quick movements, things only they saw. Gage had seen some terrifying things in his life, but Amelia.. she was fucking terrifying. And she knew it.

She was ruthless and rough around the edges. She'd shoot someone for insulting her. Blow off a leg for looking at her the wrong way. He had seen her do it. The look that came over her face when she had killed Nisha never left him. Satisfaction, even joy, had been in her eyes. Nothing else. No regret or guilt. The sheer volume of hate she could hold made him internally shudder.

He'd yet to see her falter, she never hesitated to rid the world of those that dared stand in her way. He certainly wouldn't make that mistake. As harsh as she was with the raiders, he had seen her have mercy and care for others.

She had spared many a farmer and settler against his wishes, but she was the boss. It seemed the only people she gave a free pass were people in the Commonwealth, those just trying to get by.

"Something on your mind, Gage?" She mumbled the words quietly, for his ears only.

"No, boss," he stated as he physically shook his thoughts from his mind. They were just running in circles anyways. "Just ready to get back at it."

She grinned, one slender brow cocked in all playfulness. "Hell yeah."