Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (5 page)

With a kiss to her shoulder blade, Jarago began to tug back,
slipping his cock from her fluid filled cunt. "There’s
some food waitin’ for ya if you’re hungry," he said,
lifting her enough to free his hands.

She suddenly remembered that she was starving, and her stomach
growled loudly as she pushed herself up, clumsily reaching down for
her pants. He worked a number on the young woman, but finally she
was, at least, half way dressed. Her breasts were still very bare,
her nipples still very hard, as she turned to look at him through
lidded eyes, "Thanks."

With a confident smile he lifted his own pants back up over his
hips and began to tug that monstrous sized cock back inside. "Hey,
keep this up, and before long you’ll have me wrapped around
your little finger," he said jokingly, flashing her a charming
wink as he snapped his pants shut again then reached out, giving her
cheek a light stroke and pat.

Her face moved into his sweet caress before she bent down,
grappling with her bra and tightening it around her chest, "Rather
you didn’t tell anyone about this."

With a thoughtful nod he took his hand back and plucked up his
vest from the floor, "Sure, if that’s how you’d
rather play it," he said, getting the protective vest in
position and slipping it on over his head. "I’ll tell the
men you’re hired on as regular help then. They’ll buy it
after what you did to that scumbag earlier."

Tightening the clasps he added, "But, so you know, Bren’ll
probably figure it out eventually. Man knows me better than anyone,
and he’s got a thing for you, I can tell."

She nodded as she tugged her jacket on over her shirt, buttoning
the bottom of it tightly against the small of her waist, "As I
recall, I agreed to that portion of the deal," she said. She
still sounded just as confident and sure of herself, but it was
hidden beneath a mask of sleep as she went to head back out for the
promised food.

True to his word again, Jarago showed no sign of what happened to
the others. Returning with her to the main room he nestled up in a
corner and seemed to drift off to sleep very quickly. The crew of
this caravan were obviously well accustomed to sleeping through rough
circumstances.

When she awoke the next morning it was with a gentle rub of a
familiar hand on the side of her stomach. Morning light hadn’t
quite risen fully yet and was only beginning to peek itself above the
horizon, facing away from sunrise, and it was still quite dark inside
the old abandoned cafe. "Come with me," Jarago said
quietly.

She was not a pleasant person to wake, but she held herself in
check, shutting her mouth and silencing any cruelties that were about
to burst forth. Still, she was exhausted and felt the tightness in
her muscles as she moved stiffly, following after her new leader. She
hadn’t slept well on the hard floor, and she tried to rub and
stretch the kinks from her body.

Taking her with him outside, the cool morning air greeted her,
though he was well prepared for it. This time of year, with summer
approaching, it didn’t get that cold anyhow. Moving to one of
the horses his men used, he took a rifle off one of the saddle bags,
"You been trained in any weapons other than that knife of
yours?" he asked, balancing the gun between his hands.

"Yea. They took my gun," she lamented. Even through the
tired haze of just waking, she was surprised by his actions. She was
unaccustomed to men not becoming somewhat addicted to her affections
until she rebuffed them at least a half dozen times. "I’m
a fair shot."

With a firm nod he shifted the rifle between his hands, "Any
preference? Rifle, handgun?" he asked, looking her over all
business like it seemed, much to her chagrin.

"Rifle," she moved closer, her grainy eyes trying to
blink the soft light of the rising sun away. "I like something I
can wrap my hands around," she teased, her eyes moving up to his
face.

The business look melted as he gave a wry smile back to her, "I
got just what you need then," he said, showing off the rifle,
the sleek black metal of it. It was different from what she was used
to, obviously constructed fairly recently, and not a holdover of the
past. It was solid, sturdy, and a bit heavier than she was accustomed
to.

Shifting the rifle to one hand, he trailed the other down,
smoothly unzipping his pants, and saying nothing but giving her a
meaningful look.

Her eyes trailed from the rifle to his hand, a smile growing on
her lips as she fell to her knees in front of him. Bracing herself
against his thighs, her hands squeezed him warmly before one worked
to replace his and rubbing his package once more. She loved that
part, the feel of it still clothed and protected from her skin. The
tease of the bulge growing, and she nuzzled her nose up along it,
scenting her own sex upon him.

As much as she seemed to enjoy it, he did too. His cock was
already firm in his pants, though it grew further, showing despite
his facade of being all business, he had his mind on her in other
ways.

With his hand now free, he rested the rifle down and stroked the
other palm over her blonde hair as she inhaled the aroma of his musk
and her cunt still embedded upon his loins. "Glad to see you’re
up for the challenge of keepin’ me sated," he said with a
wry smile down at her. "Gal like you along, I’ll be
walkin’ around hard twenty-four seven."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she revelled in that familiar and yet
unfamiliar scent, her mouth teased along it so gingerly as she
kissed. Her teeth tugged at the cloth before letting it snap back,
the sensation pleasant as she quickly moved to wrap her lips around
the width of his member, her tongue working against the cloth and
wettening it before she finally moved her hands to remove it from its
confines.

With a low, husky groan of desire, Jarago watched her upon her
knees, working her mouth against his loins through his thin boxers.
His hand pressed down upon her head firmly, encouragingly as the
hefty girth of his cock sprang free. The shaft slapped against her
face with all its heavy weight, so utterly hard with arousal as it
throbbed heatedly against her flesh.

She laughed, grabbing it tightly in her palm, "So eager,"
she chastised. Still, as her tongue worked its way up the bottom of
his cock, she seemed so natural and at home. The patterns she swirled
against his skin were complicated as the wet muscle jumped along his
throbbing veins, tracing along them before deviating from her path,
only to wetten another heated vein. As she slowly worked her way up
his length, she never stopped teasing him to absolute fullness.

Looking down at her, his handsome, smoothly dark face was lit up
with desire and a bit of anxiousness; he wanted more right away. Yet
he let her play, his own fingers pushing through her hair, entangling
in her blonde strands as his thick cock drooled its slick precum.
"What can I say," he husked in a low tone, "woke up
this morning with a need that just wouldn’t fuckin’ die.
I blame the new gal."

She flicked her tongue against his full, swollen head before her
mouth finally took him in, that wet, warm hole suctioning him tight.
She was still fully dressed, and her hands went to the back of his
thighs, pulling him in closer as she tried to find the right tempo
that made him lose control. Her brown eyes stared up at him from
under her blonde bangs, and there was such lust hidden within.

She had been so repressed in the bunker, so unable to do anything
but play with the men around her. And now she had someone here, fully
at her command and so willing to reciprocate. She didn’t
imagine she’d have time for that, though. Not with the others
waking soon.

Both of Jarago’s hands went to her head, his large palms
holding her there as he watched her move so skilfully upon his dick.
With a firm grasp on her he began to piston his hips, his thick cock
pushed into her mouth faster and harder. It wasn’t the
gentleness of last night; he knew that at this, she was a pro, and he
took advantage, forcing the bulging crown to the back of her throat
as he moaned into the crisp morning air. "Fuck yeah," he
grunted, "god, you’re good," his eyes rolled back in
his head at her expert ministrations.

The way her tongue circled his head and rubbed back and forth
along the shaft, how wet she was making him, it had its effect on her
as well. That familiar, deep down craving that she had, until so
recently, pushed aside and repressed was coming back full force as
she felt the viscous liquid form from the back of her throat, her air
cut short.

And still her eyes didn’t move from his, focused so intently
on watching his pleasure.

There was a lot of it to see, and though he tried to force his
gaze down upon her, he didn’t seem able to very often. Instead
he bucked into her, fucking her mouth and throat, twitching as he
felt his loins respond to her practised motions. When finally her
skill paid off, he gasped, his smooth handsome face bunched up as he
let loose a fountain of virile cum that laced across her tongue and
down into her throat as he cursed her name approvingly.

She couldn’t quite smile with his cock spreading her mouth
so wide, but she surely looked pleased, her hands grasping him
tightly and drawing him further in. It was her reward for a job well
done, and she accepted every bit of thank you that he had to offer,
cleaning him up adeptly with her tongue.

He still twitched and shivered with the pleasure of her mouth as
she so fully laved him. "Fuck you’re thorough," he
exclaimed, until at last she was done and his still stiff cock
slipped free of her luscious mouth.

Licking his own lips he gave a deep exhale, "Damn, hope you
stick around for the long haul," he stated.

"Don’t start getting thoughts on how to keep me away
from saving the bunker and we’ll see," she licked over her
moist lips as she stood, dusting off the knees on her jeans. "Faster
I get back to them, faster I can make up my own mind."

With a shake of his head he tucked himself back into his pants,
leaving a sizable bulge still before he picked up the rifle.
"Whatever you say," he held out the gun, "all yours
for the journey. And we’ll go get us some food before we head
out, of course."

She took the rifle, feeling its pleasant weight as her tongue
licked against her raw, numb and cum-stained lips. "Whatever you
say," she echoed as she took a step away from him.

Bren was already up inside and preparing a meal. Unlike the night
before, however, it didn’t seem it’d be a warm one.
Jarago had stayed outside, but the wide man held out a dish of some
dried mix of nuts and berries to her, "Welcome aboard," he
said in his deep, baritone voice, giving her a rather hopeful smile.

"Thanks," she rested the rifle aside, taking the offered
food and immediately beginning to pop it in her mouth. Part of it was
an effort to conceal the scent on her breath, part of it was her
simple ravenous hunger. She could feel her panties, clinging damply
within her slit, and she shifted uncomfortably.

The large dark haired man was caught eying her repeatedly as he
ate his own, though he spoke up at last, the other two members having
just left to start preparing. "Hear you’ll be comin’
along for a bit," he said. "At least as far as Anagio, I
bet," he was bent over, elbows on his knees as he ate his own
morning rations.

"I don’t know where that is," she shrugged,
surprised to find her food all gone, having been practically inhaled
by the young, attractive woman. She leaned forward, staring at him
for a long time, "I hope that won’t be a problem though."

He’d been nearly done all along it seemed, and was dragging
out the last few bits which he unceremoniously popped into his mouth
as she got up. "It’s the next stop. And no. Ain’t a
problem at all," he remarked, standing up, towering over her as
he smiled. With a hand out he sounded a bit formal, "Name’s
Bren Tasler. But, y’know, you can just call me Bren of course.
In fact, I’d rather ya do that."

Her smooth hand glided into his, "Alexandra," she
smiled. She felt a rush of dirty excitement as their hands met, and
she held his grasp a bit longer than necessary, her middle finger
flicking along his palm and resting at the pulse on his wrist.

The large man didn’t seem in any rush to retract his grasp
either, and held her hand as long as she let him. Smiling so broadly,
she could see he wasn’t so bad looking. Definitely not the
looker like Jarago, but his wide strong features, and the neatly
trimmed hair and beard had its own appeal.

"Been a long time since we had a pretty lady along with us,"
he said approvingly. "And I know I ain't never seen one so good
lookin’. Let alone one that could drop a Vile like you did."

"Woulda been two if you guys hadn’t come along,"
she responded cockily as she retracted her hand, grabbing her rifle
firmly. Licking over her lips, she could still taste that distinctive
flavour, hidden by the morning meal, and it caused her to grin, "So
you comin’ or what?"

With a firm nod, the smiling giant plucked up his own stuff, "Oh
yeah, boss don’t like to be kept waitin’," he
declared then ushered her on out.

Awaiting her outside she could see Jarago ready to go, hat in
place, rifle over his shoulder, and the other two had loaded up what
appeared to be two pack laden horses and another two pulling a heavy
cart. "Let’s go," called the handsome leader, showing
no signs of the satisfaction she knew he felt from her thorough
sucking.

Every step was a delicious, tortured reminder of her own need, yet
she pushed it aside, letting it ferment. She craved something, so
carnal and satisfying that it was hard for her to keep her eyes
focused on the road ahead. She knew she had to be careful, knew it
far better than she had yesterday, but still her eyes kept trailing
back to Jarago, wondering at who he was, and if she could trust him.
His words kept haunting her, that she’d sold it cheap, yet she
had no way of knowing if it was true.