“Fill me, I want it,” she panted as she began to tweak and pinch her own nipples roughly. “Just tell me what a naughty little bitch I am while you take me.”
He leaned against her legs, slapping her hands aside to take her soft globes into his own hands. “Cover your dirty, slutty mouth. I’m going to make you scream.” She did as he said and he felt her passage clamp down around him tighter. Groaning himself at the feeling of her, he roughly handled her breasts, watching her nipples harden even more at his touch. He rocked back before slamming forward, hard. He grunted each time he repeated the thrust, and her muffled cries steadily gained volume. Each thrust was met with a little more pressure as he started to speak. “You like being a fuck toy? Eager to be taken by a hard cock.” He grunted as his hips started to jack hammer faster as he felt himself start to tip over the edge. “I’ll fill you with my thick seed, you eager little slut. Take it like the cum hungry bitch you are.” Her tunnel became a vise as he slammed home with short hard thrusts as his seed began to spill from him.
His mind went blank as pleasure overrode his ability to think, as spurt after spurt pumped deep into her. When he could think again, she was still panting under him, her eyes bright as she looked up at him. “You sure know how to show a dirty girl a good time, Hero. Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve had someone that good.”
Alvin rolled off to the side, collapsing next to her. “You’re only eighteen, how is that even possible?”
“I fucked my first guy at fifteen,” Becky said as she rolled to her side, her leg going over his waist as she laid her head on his chest. “I have more experience than you do, I would wager. It was one of the ways I rebelled against my father. You are easily in the top three, though. You made a good run for the top spot, but you came up a little short in duration. Maybe next time you can take it.” Her smile was mischievous.
Alvin began to chuckle, “Guess you weren’t kidding about not being pure, then. You’re really snug for having a lot of experience, Gothy. Are you always that wet right at the start?”
“Talk dirty to me, pull my hair, or spank me,” Gothy murmured into his chest. “Anything that makes me feel like a dirty slut will get me going. I’ve been ready since the kiss in the main room. I needed this so bad. I know I’m messed up in the head, which is why it never works out for me. Will you be able to handle me, Hero?”
A knock came at the door. Bill’s voice came easily through the door. “Alvin, we’re about ready. Ten minutes.”
“I’m broken in my own ways, Gothy. We can see where we mesh and try to make it work.” Alvin smiled at her, calling out as he got up, “Be right there.”
“See you in ten minutes,” Becky called out as she pushed Alvin back down. She slipped down his body, taking his mostly flaccid member into her mouth, her tongue lapping up the juices that mingled there.
Alvin’s eyes rolled up and his toes curled as she worked her magic on him. “We only have ten minutes, Gothy.”
She released him briefly to respond, “I’ll get you there.” She went right back to work, eagerly devouring him. She moaned as she worked on his shaft, the vibrations adding to the pleasure that coursed through him.
“Fucking gods, you horny bitch. Didn’t you already have enough?”
Not pausing she increased her speed as he hardened in her mouth. Her tongue swirled all around his manhood, cleaning every drop of their combined juices as she brought him to full attention again. Deepthroating his cock, she let her throat muscles contract around the head of his shaft. The sensation was close to the way her passage had milked his manhood just a minute ago, which helped bring him even closer to coming again.
He reached down and tangled his hands in her raven hair, taking control of her actions. She moaned louder as he began to thrust into her mouth almost as roughly as he had taken her just a minute ago. “Oh gods, I fucking love this, you wanton fuck slut.” He face fucked her, feeling his balls begin to constrict again, on the edge not even five minutes after having just released inside of her. A minute later he pushed her all the way down as his seed filled her mouth. He was grunting and moaning as his hips bucked against her lips, until he collapsed in a quivering puddle.
Slowly, inch by inch she came up his softening shaft, cleaning each inch as she went. Once she released him she got to her feet, a look of triumph on her face. “I might like being controlled in bed, but I also love making a man beg me for more.” She looked around, shrugging as she picked up Alvin’s shirt and cleaned herself with it. She dropped the sex stained shirt on his chest as she pulled on her panties. “Less than five minutes left,” she half taunted him.
Shaking his head, he looked over at her mostly naked form, a pleased smile coming to his lips. “You are more than a touch crazy, you know that? Then again, so am I, so maybe, just maybe, we’re a matched set.” He sniffed his shirt as he looked at her, his flaccid member trying to stir again. “Fucking Christ, I’m not a teenager anymore,” he muttered. He rolled to the edge of the bed and pulled his socks and underwear on as Becky chased down her bra and got it on. Alvin put his jeans on as she also did, watching her the entire time. He slipped his boots on as she sat down next to him to do the same.
He finished tying his boots before she did, so he lunged, pinning her to the bed and kissed her hard. Her mouth welcomed his invasion as she returned the kiss, a pleased sound coming from her. He jerked away, snatching up her shirt from the floor and put it on. It hung on his torso loosely. She watched him with a puzzled expression. “Can’t wear mine now, so I’ll take yours.”
Becky picked up his shirt from the bed, draping it over her shoulder as she got to her feet. “Guess I need to grab another one, then. Be out in a minute.” She swayed past him, smacking his ass on her way to the door. “I’ll take your shirt as a memento, in case you can’t join me later tonight.”
Alvin jerked slightly at the spank, turning as she left the room. A wolf whistle came from the hall. Stepping out of the room a moment later, Alvin found one of the guys from the Colorado Expeditions group staring at one of the other bedroom doors. Shaking his head, Alvin went right past the man, not saying a word. Becky did indeed deserve the whistle. Bill frowned at him when he finally got outside.
“What happened to your shirt?” Bill asked.
“Traded it in. She might give it back later.”
“Where is she?” James asked.
“Getting a new shirt, she’ll be right out. Who’s driving the truck?”
“Me,” Bill replied, “James will be hooking, you and Becky are the guards. I need to get you to exchange the 1911 for one of the other guns, though. We need another pistol for the loot team.”
“I’ll use your Tommy for now,” Alvin shrugged, exchanging guns. “I was going to ask about getting a different one anyway. The 1911 is only common and capped with the ammo and durability upgrades. I want one I can get to the other ammo upgrades with.”
“We’ll run through all the guns tonight, then,” Bill nodded. “Least I can do for you.”
“You two head on down,” Alvin told them. “I’ll give Gothy a ride down in my car.”
“What car?” Bill asked.
Alvin pulled up his character screen and tapped the summon vehicle button. The Mustang appeared inside the yard behind Bill, “That car,” he said, pointing behind Bill, “I claimed it as my own. I can summon it to any Settlement that I’ve found.”
“Which is how you knew about the vehicle upgrades,” James nodded as he looked at the car. “That is a damn fine car.”
“Rare, too, which means I can upgrade the fuck out of it.”
Bill sighed, “We need to get the working cars moved this way, as well as clearing the roads. We can work on that today. I’ll get the others to follow us to town. They can jump out at each working car and drive them back up here. We can park them on the sides of the road for now, and once everyone has brought a car back they can get on with the looting.”
“Good plan,” Alvin agreed.
“Is that my car?” Becky asked as she joined them, eyeing the white Mustang.
“It’s my car,” Alvin told her, holding up the keys.
“Oh, my man-toy has a sweet ride, and it’s a classic muscle car,” Becky smirked.
Shaking his head Bill walked away, “Give me another two minutes.”
“I’ll go get ready,” James added as he also walked away.
“Now, what do I have to do for you to give me that car?” Becky purred as she stepped close to him.
“Nothing,” Alvin replied.
“Just going to give it to me?” She smirked, “I know I’m good…”
“No,” he interrupted her. “Nothing you do will make me give up the car.” Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes going hooded, as she eyed him. At her expression, he chuckled, “You’re going with me, which means you will forever be shotgun. Unless I let you drive now and again.”
Her lips quirked up and her eyes sparkled, “Just took a taste of magic to agree to take me with you, eh?”
Meeting her eyes, he dropped the laughter and became serious. “No. I want you with me because you really do seem to be a match for me, Gothy. You attacked a person who might have been a threat. You have been fearless against the monsters and you seem to really want to be with me.” His lips ticked up slightly, “It’s just a bonus that you’re as kinked and cracked as I am.”
Laughing, she slid closer to him and pulled his head down for quick kiss. “I think I like the world more now, than I ever did before.”
Putting his arms around her he rested his head against hers, “You’re making me want to agree with that.”
“We’re ready,” Bill called out from next to the truck.
Alvin dropped the keys into Becky’s hand, before swatting her ass, “Drive, bitch.”
She ran for the car, jumping in and cranking the engine. The engine rumbled to life and growled as she goosed it. Alvin slid into the passenger side with the Tommy gun on his lap. “Don’t damage her,” he told Becky as he buckled in.
“No promises,” Becky laughed as she dropped the parking break. She tore out of the yard, letting the beast run. “Woohoo!”
Alvin began to laugh as he held onto the Tommy gun with one hand and the open window with the other. He shook his head in amazement as Becky seemed to match his mood so well. “Crazy bitch,” there was only amusement and acceptance in his tone as they flew down the road.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The Mustang slid as Becky flung it off the dirt road, the tires squealing as they found the asphalt. As they came out of the slide Becky giggled, “That was so much fun.”
“You also tore tread off my tires, and this hasn’t been upgraded yet so please tone it down a touch.”
Becky huffed, “I just want to see if she’s as wild as I am. What are you going to call her?” Becky slowed down to let the others catch up.
“Ruffian,” Alvin said without having to think about it. “Fastest filly ever. She broke her leg during a race, but she has been acknowledged as the fastest ever by the best jockeys.”
“How do you even know that?” Becky asked.
“When I was eleven, the foster family they placed me with ran a racing stable. I was only there for six months but that bit of trivia has stuck with me. If I considered cars male I would have named her Man O’ War. It was hotly debated by Mr. Weston and his father whether Man O’ War or Secretariat would have won if they had raced against each other.”
“So why Man O’ War over Secretariat?”
“Like the name better,” Alvin chuckled, “moot point, though. Cars are female. Treat them right, give them what they want and normally they won’t snap on you.”
Laughing. Becky glanced over, “You’re going to treat me right and give me what I want, then?”
“I will treat you as you seem to want and I will give you what we both want. Just in the proper time and place.”
Smirking, Becky shook her head, “I won’t snap on you unless you try to set me aside.”
“Well, that isn’t likely to happen then, now is it?”
“I don’t know,” Becky replied, her lips thinning. “Every other guy I’ve been with, did as soon as someone prettier came along.”
“Variety is the spice of life?” Alvin added with a straight face. At Becky’s frown he added hurriedly, “I doubt anyone can make me turn away from you at this point, Becky. I mean, I’m going to look and admire, but I don’t think I would set you aside for anyone else.”
“Damn well better not, Hero. I might share you if I think she’s worth my time, but if you stray without me…”
Lips pursed, Alvin shook his head, “Sharing is caring.”
Snorting, Becky glanced over at him, “Sharing is caring. I’ll let you sample here or there as long as I’m there. I kind of enjoy breaking some of the thin ones, myself.”
Alvin shifted, coughing as the image of Becky pinning a thin blonde to a bed flashed through his mind. “Well, that might get interesting.”
Licking her lips suggestively, Becky laughed, “Oh, I think we can make life very interesting.”
She pulled to a stop at the first set of vehicles that had been set aside from the others. “Shall we play guard?”
“Time to earn our pay,” Alvin replied as he got out. Bill pulled just past them in the tow truck, and the rig stopped behind him. Alvin called out to the people sitting on the rig, “Four cars,” and pointed them out.
Betty, Bridget, David and one of the newcomers jumped down off the rig. Each approached a car with a flathead screwdriver in hand, getting in they started the cars then drove them toward the compound. Alvin and Becky kept their guns shouldered as they looked around for threats. The arrangement was repeated with only minor variations for the next hour, until twenty cars had been moved to the compound. The looting group rode back out together and picked up where they’d left off. Once everyone who’d ridden out on the rig was headed back to the compound, Bill, James, Alvin and Becky went back to clearing the road.
It was when Bill was moving the fourth wreck off the road that Becky called out. “Contact,” she yelled just before her gun fired.
Alvin and James spun to face her side of the street. What Alvin’s saw was a nightmare for people afraid of bugs. A six-foot-long scorpion was scuttling towards them from a side street. Becky’s shot had made it pause, but the pellets only seemed to ricochet off its carapace. James got the next shot, and again the pellets from the shotgun bounced off its shell, but it flinched down as if protecting its eyes.
Alvin leveled the Tommy gun, he had made sure it was on semi-auto. The first three rounds from the magazine impacted along its back. Two of them didn’t seem to do anything. The third shot hit the tail, knocking it backward. When it came back up, it didn’t arch as high as it had before. With a click of its claws the mutated bug started forward again.
It rushed forward faster than the trio expected, closing the distance as they all fired again. At fifty feet the buckshot from the shotguns started cracking the shell. It slowed as it twisted side to side to avoid taking damage to its eyes. The next burst from the Tommy gun cracked right into the face plate of the scorpion, shattering the plates but not punching through into the body.
With a high pitched scream that hurt their ears, it dashed forward again. They unloaded their weapons into it as it came closer and closer. James and Becky dove to the sides, their guns flipped to safety to reload. Alvin fired his last round of ammo right into its face as a claw swept in towards his left hand side.
The claw bit into Alvin’s leg, sending pain lancing through him. The other claw snagged his arm, the pain from that injury paling in comparison to his leg. Another cascade of gun fire erupted from either side of the beast as it raised its tail over Alvin.
The tail was sheared from its body, causing the scorpion to drop Alvin as it turned towards James. James ducked around the car that was hooked to the tow truck. As Alvin was released he screamed as the pain he felt suddenly tripled. Hi
s horrified glance at his leg revealed a terrible truth, his leg was severed.
Becky rushed to him, “Al, what do I do?” Her tone was demanding as she yanked her shirt off and tried to tourniquet the leg. Blood spurted from the stump of his leg in time with his heartbeat until she managed to get the makeshift tourniquet tight.
He fumbled at his belt pouch, pulling out the regrowth kit. “Leg,” the word was a gasp. His vision wavered and went grey as the pain overwhelmed him.
She yanked the patch open and slapped it to his leg. As his screams renewed she was worried that something had gone wrong. As she looked down, she could see the leg rebuilding before her eyes. The leg bone was being rebuilt, followed by the muscles, blood vessels, tendons and more.
She looked up at the sound of Bill’s gun joining James’. Bill stood in the open door of the truck, firing down into the top of the scorpion. She got to her feet while Alvin was still writhing on the ground as his leg regrew. She stalked behind the scorpion, her eyes blazing with anger. “That is MY Hero, you fucking overgrown bug.”
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