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  Grent’s large form pressed into hers, and with it the bulbous, wide tip of his cock began to part her folds. It was harder to accommodate than even her first but a couple days before, the man’s large size making all the difference. True to his words, however, he eased that thick shaft into her, his tongue probing her mouth as he gave a rumbling, low groan of pleasure as her tight, slick canal greeted his dick.

  She was so wet, and it helped ease his entry. The warm remains of the night before mixed with the heated dreams and the passionate wakeup call had stoked her fires once more, and her legs parted to make way for his thick shaft.

  It was, somehow, everything she had actually hoped her first would be. In a bed, in private, with a warm, strong body pinning her down and heating her up. Her mouth worked more eagerly against his, begging him silently with each curve and caress.

  Though their mouths were sealed upon one another, it didn’t keep the large man pressing down upon her from letting out his own low satisfied groans as he claimed her virginity; again. Grent was so emotive, the stoic man taking such pleasure in her as his girth sank in deeper, until the wide crown was pressed fully against her utmost depths. So large was he, he couldn’t fit the entirety of his shaft inside her, but he lingered there and seemed to find it immensely pleasurable.

  He allowed her time to adjust, and cupped one of her breasts by the side, brushing his thumb over her nipple between them as he kissed and fondled her.

  She moaned against his tongue as her hand pressed against his back, rolling down towards his ass before she grazed her nails across it. She felt such a pleasant warmth all around her, fuelling her desires as she felt that stiff shaft lodged so deep within her. It was the feeling she’d waited for so long, and the entire scene was just as she’d hoped. She’d pushed it out of her mind, the quick time before. As exciting as it had been, the dirtiness was incomparable to the tenderness of this moment.

  Grent lingered in her unmoving, kissing and touching her. Though the large man took his time, however, his organ felt differently. The thick shaft lodged in her depths throbbed and swelled wildly, pushing her already stretched canal out wider.

  When finally he began to tug back his hips, his hard ass pushing against those nails, he gave a lewd grunt. She was heaven around him, and he seemed blissfully happy with being inside her, being her ‘first’.

  Her hand followed the rise and fall of his ass, her other fingers pressing into his neck and rolling down over his shoulders as she started to gasp and moan. She had been mostly silent against his mouth, but the second he released it, she was noisy and needy with tiny grunts and whispers of desire and pain and ecstasy combining into something so primal. Despite his girth and how wide he spread her slick pussy, her hand egged him on, pressing down on his ass and encouraging him.

  The gentle Grent resisted her urgings however, his thick cock continuing to make its way achingly slow into her pussy again and again. His heavy balls gave light slaps against her damp ass crack.

  Looking down at her through lust-laden eyes, he asked her in his deliciously masculine husk, "Are you sure you can handle it?" His gorgeous chest, peppered with hair and the marks of a lifetime spent in harshness displayed before her as that wide shaft plunged in and out of her.

  She didn’t realize she had been biting her lower lip, but as she let it pop out, another loud groan followed, and she nodded eagerly.

  "I want it," she said, sounding so breathless and sincere. She wanted it worse than anything else she’d craved in all her life, and her brown eyes were focused on his.

  The shift was done so smoothly, so expertly, it was a beautiful transition. Grent’s powerful hips began to plunge his meaty cock down into her faster, a little harder. It was obvious the strong man was in perfect control of his every muscle, and he pressed himself into her just right, the slap of his balls striking her wetly now filling the room as the blankets slipped away from them both.

  Leaning down he kissed her again and seemed caught up in a deep passion for the young woman. He was grunting and groaning so harshly from the pleasure her perfect form was giving him.

  Her breathing was so much harder as she felt his stiff body press against hers more readily, and her thoughts began to blur and drift away. All that was left was the passion and bliss of the moment, the intensity of his body weight atop of hers, and the exhilaration of the act itself. As her legs lifted to wrap around him she felt him move into her more deeply and her breath caught before a loud moan of pleasure pushed it past her lips.

  "Fuck," she gasped, her vision blurring a bit, "Fuck," her hips tilted a bit more and she felt it again, that shock of intense pleasure.

  Grent smiled, deeply satisfied to see her so overwrought with pleasure atop his manhood. Squeezing her in one arm, her breast in the other hand, he never let up. His shaft continued to piston into her at that exquisite angle as he watched her writhe beneath him. Leaning his head down, careful not to disturb his smooth rhythm, he kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, adding little bites to her sensation overload.

  The curses all started to trail one another as she clenched the sheets beneath her, eyes shut tightly before finally she gasped, a scream of ecstasy following it and reverberating off the walls. Her head bounced back against the pillow and her body arched just so, bringing her breasts to his chest and pressing against him so tightly. That soft flesh, those hard nipples were held so firmly against him as she rode out the intense wave of bliss.

  The flood of warm honey that coated his girth was exquisite, the spasming grasp of her canal all the more. Clenching his own jaw he arched his head back and pressed against her, refusing to let up as the whole of his own broad frame quivered and shook from his own enjoyment of her pleasure.

  With a grunt and a gasp he husked out, "I want to make you feel that again and again."

  His words were so sweet to her, but she barely was able to make out what they meant. All she knew was this man was someone good, and she wanted to feel him fill her. As she relaxed back into the bed, her body still felt the sparks of pleasure. She stared up at him, "You can cum in me," she whispered, knowing the device within her kept her body regulated, and pregnancy at bay.

  Through it, Grent’s motions had never ceased. He kept up that pleasurable thrusting, never losing the tempo or precise strike. Her words took him by surprise, and she could see it in those almond-shaped eyes of his as they widened. "Y’sure?" he asked in a gravelly voice, his dick responding to her with such wild swelling throbs, the man reaching his hand from her back to her hand, taking hold of it firmly.

  "I’m safe," she sighed out, her mouth finding his once more. Her motions were a lot slower and less skilful, but lacked none of the passion or desire that recently coursed through her. Her muscles clenched against his swell, and her hand rested against his lower back.

  The combination of her words, the sweet invitation, and the delicious feel of her quim tightening around him, was all he needed. Holding her hand tightly, he pressed himself upon her and gave her a few more thrusts before he erupted with pleasure. The large man gave such a brutish groan of satisfaction it broke the seal of their lips, his face looking more intensely pleased than when her skilful tongue siphoned his seed from him the night before.

  With each spasm of his cock his hips bucked, and he unloaded himself into honey slick canal with long pulsing throbs. And through it all on his husky voice he muttered her name clear and adoringly.

  His orgasm awakened her once more and her kissing across his chest and neck was more frenzied and passionate, letting out soft sighs and moans of pleasure as she felt him hit so deeply within her sensitive cunny. When finally he came to rest, she was slick with their combined sweat, and her face was flushed with excitement.

  Releasing her hand and breast as his loins stilled within hers at long last, he scooped her sweaty, satisfied form up into his two arms, nearly crushing her against his hard body as he embraced her. It was tenderness, desire and something deeper, an emotion so strong in th
e large man he just had to hold her tight and cup the back of her head as he lifted her off the bed with his adoration.

  Long locks of strawberry blonde hair tickled along her neck and face as he kissed her, not wanting to let her go for a long time.

  For some reason, she let him. Though usually she wanted very little to do with someone after she’d gotten what she wanted, she found she hadn’t yet. Not with him. Not from the orgasm, not from the sex. It was a softening of sorts, a desire for the close comfort of actual intimacy.

  Still, there was only so long the feisty girl could remain lodged next to the hulking man and as her stomach rumbled, she pushed him away with a disarming smile.

  Pleasantly he returned her look with his own, his broad face lit up with a warm, loving smile. Twice her age and a life spent in the harsh wastes of the old world hadn’t erased his appeal; it had only added a certain ruggedness to his natural good looks, and the emotion written all over his face doubled it up again. "Lay right there," he said in his deep voice, "I’ll bring it to you," and he pulled away from her reluctantly, his still large cock slipping from her damp folds as he moved to get up.

  The wetness was strange, and it felt cool and warm all at once as she tugged up the blankets over her naked body. Licking over her lips, she watched his back as it moved, and her body twitched in response.

  "Fuck I’m hungry," she said light heartedly, as if to spoil the tender mood.

  Unabashedly he went to the door after she covered herself, and reached out, lifting up the tray off the floor and shutting the door. Tall and muscular, he walked back, carefully laying out the large platter before her, "I never told ‘em to send up two meals, wasn’t plannin’ on having company," he said, "but don’t worry, I can get more later, so eat your fill." The generosity of that statement seemed somewhat lessened when he uncovered it to show enough food to feed four people, including a mound of fried bacon that was startling.

  "Uh... yea, you can... share with me," she smiled, even as she began to eagerly eat, not having been lying about her hunger. "You taking off soon?"

  Climbing back upon the bed, over top of the blankets, he began to pluck some of the strips of meat and inhale them faster than he had the hotdogs the night before. "Yeah," he nodded, using his free hand to lightly stroke her hair, "if you got things to do, I’ll meet up with you after to tell you what’s up."

  "Yea, I gotta check in with some folks... probably get a bath if... I could... borrow some credits or whatever it is they use here," she asked sheepishly. "I’ll pay you back, I’m just... I can’t really walk around stinking of slut, you know," she teased. "Think there’s anything else I should do?"

  Nodding to her words he put his free arm around her, devoured another piece of bacon then hugged her close and kissed her forehead. "I’ll tell ‘em to give you a key to the room too. I’ll keep it on my tab for as long as you need a place to stay here," he said.

  "You’re somethin’ else, aren’tcha," she grinned, trying to keep up with his eating pace and failing dismally. "Thanks. Really. Fuck, it’s good here... close to home. If I can get what I need..."

  As generous as the man had been, there definitely seemed a change in him now and the way he offered–or simply assumed–help to her. "What good’s credits and influence if you can’t use it to help the one you care for?" he said, kissing her lips then slipping from the bed to stand abruptly and grab for his clothes.

  Her face brightened at his encouragement, finishing off what she could of the platter before trying to find her own bra, dressing rather sheepishly. "So I’ll find you in the bar or what?"

  Though he often moved so slow, he was dressed in almost no time. When he wanted to move, it was with a swiftness of purpose that belied his great size. Buckling his pants he nodded to her, "Down there or up here, sure," he said.

  Pulling his shirt on over his head he grabbed a jacket from a hook then slipped his hand around to the back of her head, leaning down and kissing her forehead again. "Then we’ll see about getting you a new jacket too," he promised, slipping a pouch full of what must’ve been the town’s trade credits. Sliding his palm to her cheek he looked her in the eyes. "Afraid to say it, but I think I love you," and the words weren’t flippant or joking, purely sincere, and followed by a passionate kiss before the man turned to leave.

  The wastes were a hard place, and people lived fast or not at all. She’d learned that even in the last day, and understood why he was in such a hurry to declare something that the folks in the bunker would hem and haw over for months.

  Still, she was too dumbfounded to stop him, and by the time words finally formed on her lips, he’d already gone down the stairs. Stepping backwards to the bed she looked down at the pouch in her hands curiously.

  "Huh," she murmured to herself as she set it aside, finishing dressing before tucking it into her pocket, locking the door as she left back into the new day.

  The town was already going by the time she got outside, the tavern manager had given her a key to the room, just as Grent had said and she had enough credit to see about a bath and then some.

  When she was clean once more there was an extra spring to her step, and she seemed almost jubilant. For some reason, she really trusted Grent to follow through and be able to solve all her problems, and yet that wasn’t enough for the plucky young woman. She was still quite intent on ensuring that the lives of the friends she left behind would not be hindered, and she quickly moved her way through the town, looking for someone selling food.

  The food vendors on the street–true to Grent’s warning–were not able to sell her large amounts. They were all on strict orders to only give out food with vouchers from the local government, which basically comprised of the town’s leader and family. The only way around that was to buy food through the hotels or inns, and even then they would not supply more than a meals worth cooked, or enough for a bit of travel.

  When enquiring about what sorts of things the traders themselves liked in return, she was given a large number of options. Trades in the town tended to differentiate, but anything with value, technology, components, animals, clothes, tended to be in demand. Weapons were a high priority item, as the guards tended to monopolize most of the goods in that area. She noted this all in her implanted computer device for later.

  As she was finishing up talking with one final vendor, she caught sight of a familiar face. Jarago came out of the crowds, hands in his trench coat as he looked her up and down. "So you haven’t run off," he said, coming up to her. "Was wonderin’ where the hell you went last night," he said.

  "Oh hey," she smiled brightly, not a trace of shame on her face. "Just tryin’ to make some connections, you know. See what the fuck I can do to make sure everyone’s goin’ to live. How’re you guys holdin’ up? Apparently the Viles attacked yesterday, that’s why everyone’s all antsy."

  Casually Jarago walked up by her, then took hold of her arm, guiding her away. "Well on that front I got some good news for you," he said, speaking a little quieter as he led her down a side street. Looking her over he said, "Was gonna let you in on the good news last night, but you never showed up. Where the fuck did you end up sleepin’, anyhow?" He sounded a little annoyed, as if she’d rebuked some offered kindness.

  "In the inn," she said, as if that was a foregone conclusion, "What’s the news?" She was looking so clean and fresh after her bath, and that smile she wore was just for him. If anything, she was a skilled temptress.

  "The inn?" he said, "I had a fuckin’ room in OUR inn for you, and you weren’t there." He took her off into a side alley where it was dark and barely any light trailed in. Coming to a stop he kept his hand on her arm and looked her over, "Had plans for last night, ya know. You still owe me, accordin’ to our agreement." Her pleasing smile wasn’t lost on him, for as he looked her over he licked his own lips.

  "Sorry," she murmured, sincerely as her eyes dropped down. "I didn’t know. I figured you guys were doin’ your own shit or whatever. It’s not like I�
�ve done this before, you know," she added on, sounding a little bitter at that.

  As crass and uncaring as he could be, the slender man was looking more attractive than ever. The time in town had given him time to clean up too, and he was wearing a nice shirt beneath his jacket that was undone to about halfway down his dark chest, his hair and face well cared for. All of that only proved to distract briefly though as his hand went to his fly, undoing the zipper, "Got an important meeting soon, need your help unwinding real quick," he said.

  "Alright," she agreed, easily, as her hand went immediately to his package. Her rifle was held in her other hand, careful of the priceless object even as she went about teasing the other man to fullness. Even with the tension between them, it only seemed to egg her on and become a bit more malicious and spiteful as she stared up at him, "Missed me, hmm?"

  Jarago took a look up and down the alleyway casually before looking back down at her as if confused by her question. "Yeah sure," he said. His cock was soft when she first got a hold of it, but it started to stiffen to her touch immediately, the dark shaft lengthening and growing in her grasp. "Was gonna bust out some whiskey and have a good time with you last night, you missed out," he said.

  She smiled a bit darkly as she dropped to her knees, her motions so skilled even as she hurried to work him to excitement quickly. She really would rather he not be pissed off at her, after all, and if there was one thing she was good at, it was making guys forget they were mad at her. "Fuck, I wish I had known," she purred and he could feel her warm breath against his package as she worked his cock towards her mouth.

  She pushed Grent and his kindness and love from her mind and focused on this, on him. She trusted the other man, but lives were at stake, and if Jarago might have a connection for her, it was worth a simple blowjob in a back alley.

  Her stroking had taken his cock from soft to full in but a few seconds. He was pulsing with heat as his hardness throbbed in her hand and he reached out, patting her head in that familiarly condescending way. "Should’ve come back like I said," he reiterated. "Now make it good, we don’t have a lot of time," he prodded.