Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (10 page)

Tugging his pants down and his shirt off, she could see the man
fully nude. His bulk wasn’t the perfectly chiselled look of a
bodybuilder, but instead the look of a man whose muscle came from
hard work alone. His chest smooth but thick with muscle, he was
peppered with scars, big and small, and a spattering of hair that
matched his head.

Pulling back the blankets on the sizable bed, he scooped up her
naked, weary form then climbed in, laying her out beneath the sheets
before sliding in beside her, arm around her. He was intent on
keeping her closely pressed to him.

She didn’t fight him. Suddenly she found she didn’t
give a fuck about the outside world, or of men who only wanted her to
keep them happy. A small swell of rage rose in her chest but it was
quickly snuffed out as she felt the weight of his heavy arm around
her, his hard body heating her and holding her tight.

It was the same feeling of affection and safety, and as she
drifted off, she had a hope that things would work out okay for the
bunker.

The next day began when the mighty man beside and around her tried
to quietly disentangle himself from her without waking her. It didn’t
work however, and so she saw his broad face, graced with another
slight smile as light poured in through the window upon them.
"Breakfast’ll be brought up soon," he said in his
gravelly voice, leaning over and kissing her lips again, none of last
night’s tenderness having worn off on the man as he squeezed
her in his thick arm.

Again her bitchiness was kept at bay, all the more so with the
promise of food. Still, her forearm draped across her eyes as she
moaned, her lips kissing him back of their own accord. "Fuck,"
she murmured, feeling that strange dried slickness between her thighs
and shifting her legs. "Goin’ to need another bath."

The morning sun lit up the man, his tanned face and chest. It
illuminated the scars as well as his most handsome features in a soft
glow, but it all came together to only make him look more rugged and
appealing. Stroking a hand over her side and hip, another came up to
do the same to her cheek and hair. "After breakfast I gotta go
meet the town leader, like I told you last night. If you can’t
wait," he shrugged lightly, "you can go then. But I’ll
probably take some time to do it myself today too."

As the large man pet and held her so tenderly, she could feel the
heat and thickness of his cock beneath the blankets pressing against
her leg as it draped over one of his thighs. The morning had gifted
his impressive girth with a steely rigidity.

"Had to give up my jacket last time," she sighed
groggily, rolling onto her back, though she shifted back against him
almost immediately. "Fuck. I really liked that jacket too,"
she groaned remorsefully, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she
noticed that telltale throb against her thigh.

Even with her messy hair and her pillow creased face, she was a
beauty. It was almost endearing to see her in such a fresh state, to
see the little unaccounted for flaws.

The large man watched her with a certain placidity, though behind
his amber eyes burned desire that she could easily read, and
something more. Stroking and touching her tenderly with his hands he
leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I’ll take care of
that," he said huskily. "Wouldn’t be right to have a
lady walking around without a bath or jacket."

She laughed, the sound genuine if a bit husked with sleep, "I
don’t think I’ve been called a lady before." As soon
as the words were out of her mouth she grew hot against his body,
biting her lip roughly.

Leaning forward he gave her the sweetest, most loving kiss she
could’ve imagined. The large man pressing their mouths together
and luxuriating in the feel of their lips united. It wasn’t
anything particularly passionate or artful, it was just tender and
caring.

Despite his hardness and desire, the timidity born from her
‘confession’ of virginity seemed in him still, and he
made no moves to press anything on her sexually, no matter how hard
his body ached for her as she could plainly feel. Instead he
continued stroking her side, along her large breast and down to her
hip. "I think you’d make a perfect lady for the right type
of man," he said, his usually gravelly voice all the more so
from having just awoken.

Her hand ran across his shoulder and she tugged him close,
pressing her body against him. "How long we have?" she
murmured into the bed of chest hair, snuggling into him so warmly. As
her hand moved down over his side, running to his back, her nails
tickling him.

"Any moment now," he husked, his own hands returning her
touch, feeling out over her perfect flesh, the fair skin that
contrasted to his own deep tan and hard hands. From her thighs up
over her hips and ass, across her tits, again and again he felt her,
kissed her lips, cheek and neck, "She’ll knock then leave
the food outside the door as usual."

She nodded as she returned his affections, tracing along his flesh
first with her fingers, then with her mouth, then with her tongue.
The way her body shimmied and pressed against him, how her thighs
parted and then re-converged before she shifted and suddenly had her
leg draped over his hip, she seemed so desirous of the man, and she
was.

He was kind and respectful and so, so hot. Perhaps it was just
that he looked so familiar, yet so different and foreign, but the way
his body was responding to her was only too encouraging.

The man responded to her movements so quickly, his broad chest
heaving as he returned her touches, grinding his thick cock against
her stomach and mons, with a smear of his precum against her. As his
hand gripped one of her round ass cheeks he husked into her ear, "You
don’t need to do this. I want it bad, but you don’t owe
me your first time," and gave her a serious look.

A knock came at the door then, the food delivered outside, and the
sound of the server shuffling away coming thereafter.

She was starting to regret telling him that, but she shook her
head, her mouth tracing along his jaw. She wasn’t a liar by
nature, and there was a ball of guilt in her gut.

"Fuck it," she purred, her tongue flicking against his
earlobe. "Better you than some creep." There was a soft bit
of remorse edging into her words but she silenced it with a long,
suckling affection of his neck. She was so soft against him, every
part of her so well-crafted to be in contrast to him, and he could
feel just how wet she’d gotten, even in the few moments since
waking.

It was hard for her to read him, hard for anyone, but she could
see then the look of satisfaction and gratefulness on his face at her
words. He wanted her bad, and no amount of chivalry or kindness
changed the fact that he yearned for her. Kissing her neck, he
squeezed his two thick arms about her as he slid her smoothly into
position beneath him, his own large body rising up over hers, between
those delicious thighs she had that so intrigued him last night.
"I’ll take it slow and easy," he promised as she felt
the surprising heft of his cock rest against her slit.

She nodded, though really she didn’t need his reassurance.
She knew he’d be respectful, and that made it all the harder to
keep misleading him. Still, it seemed to change something pivotal in
him, and she liked what had become of it. Her mouth found his,
silencing him as he could feel her body warm and wetten for him. Her
chest pressed hard against him and her breathing quickened as she
drew his body weight onto her.

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.