Fallout Pheromones (Fallout 4)

A/N: Fallout Pheromones was a commissioned fic in seven parts originally written from May to July of 2018. Posting it all up now as a one-shot for readers to enjoy!

Themes: Brainwashing, Rough Sex, Breeding, Dom/Sub

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The moment he lays eyes on her, he knows he has to have her. It's not a matter of need or anything like that, but of want. And what he wants, he usually gets. Grinning impishly, the young scavenger is careful in his approach. Even if she looks like a wet behind her ears vault dweller, she's still armed.

"Hey. Hey there, I ain't looking for a fight."

She whirls on him, pistol raised, and he finds himself immediately assessing how many caps its worth. Force of habit, and a moment later he's looking past the pistol to stare at the woman holding it. She's beautiful, to say the least. And her tight vault jumpsuit leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination, not with how form-fitting it is.

As soon as she lays eyes on him, her face flushes. He's not surprised by that. In fact, it might be best to say he was used to it by this point. Grinning roguishly, he slowly lowers her hands, as she does the same with her pistol.

"Didn't… wasn't sure I'd find anyone out here. It's all so dead."

Bobbing his head up and down, the young man cautiously approaches. Not that he intends to turn the tables on her or harm her in any way if he gets close enough. There's no need for that… the moment she chose not to shoot him on sight, he won this little confrontation.

"Yeah. You get used to it. But there's still life out here. How fresh are you darlin'?"

The flush grows more pronounced as he gets closer still. The cute vault dweller bites her lower lip and fidgets in a way that causes her absolutely gorgeous chest to jiggle slightly in the confines of her vault suit. His cock thickens in his loose pants, and he resists the urge to groan in honest delight at the find before him.

"F-Fresh?"

Grinning, the young scavenger nods his head.

"You just came out of a vault, didn't you? Read the one hundred and eleven on your back… not sure I'm familiar with that vault."

A shiver runs through the woman and loss and grief etch across her face. But only for a moment, thanks to him. The next, her despair is replaced by lust and arousal, ever-growing as he gets closer and closer.

"I… yes. It's just behind Sanctuary… this town. Up on the hill."

The young man glances in the direction that she gestures to. Ah, that particular vault had been in lock down for as long as he'd been alive. And it wasn't one of those ones you could break the door open on. It was an elevator-style vault, covered in many, many feet of concrete. Unless you had the proper codes, you weren't getting in.

"That's nice… that's mighty nice. You got a name? Just, I don't want to keep callin' you vault dweller in my head you know?"

The dark-haired beauty blushes and ducks her head, swaying this way and that as if she's a blushing schoolgirl rather than the newest survivor to grace a much-changed world.

"N-Nora… my name is Nora."

Huh, not what he would have pegged her as. But it's fine, in the end. Rolls off the tongue even.

"Pleasure to meet you Nora. My name's Bryan. And now we ain't strangers anymore, are we?"

Nora blinks at that, and a cute, hopeful smile spreads across her face.

"N-No… I suppose we're not."

Grinning wickedly, Bryan steps in, closing the last bit of distance between them. Their chests are nearly touching now, and when he leans in another half an inch, they do touch. But Nora doesn't pull back, she doesn't try to stop him or push him away. Instead, she simply stands there, partially frozen like a deer in the headlights as her lips part and she pants heavily.

Bryan's grin widens ever so slightly more, and then he pulls the pistol from her grasp with one hand, while the other reaches up to take hold of her hair so that he can kiss her. Nora practically melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to press against his broad chest, even as her only weapon, her only means of defense disappears into one of his many satchels.

She doesn't try to fight him, doesn't try to resist as he pushes her up against the wall of an abandoned, ramshackle ruin of a house. But then, that's exactly what Bryan expects at this point. His pheromones have had more than enough time to infiltrate the unsuspecting vault dweller's system, turning her into a horny, needy little bitch, just like all the others.

He'd been born lucky, in a way. He'd grown up in a place that was just radioactive enough to leave him with this little ability of his. He wasn't mutated enough to become a Super Mutant, but he also wasn't entirely human anymore either. All of his changes were on the inside though… save for one. As he and Nora continue to kiss passionately, the cute vault dweller grows more insistent, more desperate. Her hands fall from his chest and slide down between them to his crotch.

She fumbles with his belt buckle and then his pants, before finally managing to slide her palm over his growing girth. Bryan grunts into Nora's lips, even as the beautiful woman goes still at feeling his full size for the very first time. The young scavenger's grin comes back as he finally pulls away from her mouth to look her in the eye.

"It's all for you, darlin'. You just have to… get it ready."

Nora has a bit of trepidation in her eyes, even as she slowly but surely withdraws his massive, thick cock from its confines. Bryan was lucky that he was a bit more of a grower than a shower. Because while soft, his dick was still relatively normal in size, and that made it manageable. But when hard, he grew to a truly immense length and girth, and there was no way he could have hid the soft version of THIS.

Regardless, when he brings his hand to the zipper of Nora's vault suit in response and begins to pull, she blushes deeply but doesn't say a word in protest, even as she begins to stroke his member almost reverently. The zipper slides down past the valley of Nora's breasts, and the young scavenger doesn't stop until he hits her navel.

Her tits bounce out, the split suit unable to contain them anymore, and Bryan whistles as he immediately reaches up for a grope, digging his digits deep into her mammary flesh. Nora moans out, but the biggest surprise has to be the milk that drips free of her fat titties as she leans into his grasp.

"Damn girl, you're a kinky little thing, aren't you?"

Nora blushes scarlet at that, and for the first time tries to protest, shaking her head back and forth in response to his amused accusation.

"N-No… just… had a baby recently. O-Or not so recently… before… went into cryo-freeze while still breast-feeding. N-not kinky, n-not my fault."

All the while, Bryan continues to play with her tits, and she continues to stroke his cock. Even as she claims that she's no 'kinky little thing', she proves just what sort of slut she is. Still, it's nice to know she's not simply a big-tittied slut. She's a mother… a MILF. Bryan's eyes light up at that, and when his hands press down on her shoulders, Nora looks at him before slowly sinking down to her knees without an ounce of resistance.

"Never had a MILF suck my cock before. Get to work, darlin'!"

He's more excited than domineering, but then he doesn't have to take any sort of tone with this slut to get her to do his bidding. She's already his, thanks to his pheromones. And thus, Nora's mouth closes over his cockhead and she begins to suck him off right then and there in the middle of the abandoned, old-Earth street. Bryan groans as he reaches down and grips her hair with both hands. Her dark locks are silken soft, and he can definitely believe she was frozen until recently.

She's just too perfect otherwise, blemish free in a way that no other on the surface could lay claim to. It wouldn't last forever. She'd get scars and blisters in the like soon enough if she managed to last that long anyways. Or she'd die. That was the way of things. But for now, this little slut was all Bryan's and he was going to enjoy every last bit of her pristine, pre-war MILF-y body.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Nora begins to choke on his big, fat cock as he gets more and more insistent with it. Thrusting forward, Bryan grunts in time with the pistoning motions of his prick, even as Nora's chocolate brown eyes look up at him, watering with unshed tears as she grabs onto the front of his legs. But she doesn't try to pull away. She doesn't try to fight him. Even as those tears finally do begin to fall from the way he's gagging her with his meat rod, Nora doesn't resist the brutal face fucking.

She simply can't. Not when Bryan is enjoying himself so much, and she wants his cock inside of her so badly. Grinning wickedly, the young scavenger forces the hot sexy vault MILF all the way down his member, enjoying the way her eyes bulge as her throat does the same, her lips ending up around the base of his cock as her nose ends up buried in her pubes. His churning nuts slap against her slobber-covered chin, and a moment later he's cumming just like that.

It's too hot not to cum, too sexy and delicious to hold back his release any longer. His seed explodes out of Nora's nostrils and the sides of her mouth, and he leaves her looking an absolute mess as she chokes and gags on his cock and cum. When he finally pulls back, she ends up hacking some of it up, taking in ragged breaths as she kneels there before him, her vault suit still split open in the front.

"I-I… I wanted it inside of me… wanted it in my cunt."

Bryan lets out a laugh at the poor woman's honesty. Then, he leans in and slaps her across the face with his still-hard cock, drawing her wide eyes up to his massive erection.

"Did you think we were done? God, guess your husband was a one-pump chump, huh?"

For a moment, Nora looks like she wants to take umbrage with that. But she's in too deep already, and her body is full of lust and fire and NEED for Bryan's cock. As she slowly rises to her feet, she sways her hips enticingly, giving him her best seductive smile through the mess he's made of her face.

"Compared to you… my husband was nothing."

Then, she turns around and plants one hand on the wall of the ruined house behind her, while the other moves down between her legs, pulling the zipper the rest of the way around to its end. As she spreads her legs wide, Bryan gets a nice, full view of her ass crack and her cunt from behind, the vault suit still hugging her butt cheeks, but no longer hiding anything important.

"Go on then, you b-big brute… give it to me. Fuck my hot, post-birth body t-to your heart's content."

Hah, well if she was going to be so insistent! Grinning wickedly, Bryan steps forward and does just that. One hand comes down on Nora's shoulder, even as she rubs at her clit in anticipation. His other hand guides his big fat cock up between her spread thighs, to where her gushing wet cunt awaited him. The moment he feels his tip against her nethers, he knows he's not going to hold back.

A moment later, he thrusts into her, filling Nora with inch after inch of his huge, mutated schlong. Groaning loudly at the way her tight, velvety cunt squeezes down along his length, Bryan grabs hold of both of Nora's shoulders and begins to thrust, sliding back and forth as he slowly but surely ravages the entirety of Nora's cunt.

"Y-Yes… YES! Just like that, you hunk of man meat! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

He does just that. His cock goes in and out of Nora with wild abandon, even as he fucks the hottest piece of ass he's had in months. Eventually, he pounds right through her cervix, something that Nora clearly isn't used to judging by the way her words cut off, replaced by incoherent screaming. When he grabs her by her hair and pulls her head around, he finds her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

That's not really a surprise though, Bryan tends to inspire that sort of reaction in women when he uses his cock on them. Grinning ferally, the young scavenger gets back to work, railing Nora from behind, pounding into her womb directly as he fills her with his meat again and again and again. She's unbelievably tight, despite apparently having a baby recently. Though, how recent was recently?

It didn't matter. Bryan couldn't help himself, in the end. He came inside her, despite knowing just how virile he was, despite knowing just how fertile the pheromones circulating through her system would make her. His cum filled her womb to the utter brim, and only then did he pull out of the freshly fucked vault dweller, satiated for at least a little while.

Gasping for breath, Nora leans against the wall in front of her for support. Bryan considers things for a moment. He's not sure if she's got any other goods stashed away. With that tight-fitting vault suit of hers, he's confident she doesn't have anything else actually on her person. He's already taken her pistol. In truth, this was where he would normally leave her to her fate. He wasn't the kind of guy who took women with him… usually.

Nora was different. Bryan had no problem admitting that to himself. She was a hot piece of MILF-y ass that he found himself falling into a sort of love with. Not real, romantic love… but more like a possessive love. The love he had for his more treasured goods. She was his. He'd found her first. And in a world like this one, so long as you had the strength to back it up, it was finder's keepers all day long.

"You're coming with me, Nora. Can't leave a cute, defenseless little girl such as yourself out here all alone."

Slowly, Nora turns and looks him in the eye.

"I need… I need to find my son."

Bryan lifts a brow at that, but shrugs all the same, even as she zips up her suit and straightens herself.

"Well, maybe we'll run into him along the way."

That seems to satisfy the beautiful woman, amusingly enough. In the end, she'd stay by his side regardless of her desire to find her son. Her desire to fuck him again was much greater, and they both knew it.

-x-X-x-

This wasn't exactly what he'd planned… but Bryan couldn't exactly bring himself to complain either. He'd never been a team player and maybe this was exactly why. Despite being under the control of his pheromones, despite being addicted to his cock, Nora had almost immediately taken his life off the rails with her courage and her 'saving people' thing.

They'd gone to Concord to scavenge, and they'd ended up fighting a bunch of bandits, not to mention a fucking DEATHCLAW, just to save a group of settlers who were apparently trying to make it to Sanctuary. Nora's old neighborhood was now going to be the site of a new settlement, one that was already beginning to take shape as the hardworking folk they'd saved in Concord cleared out houses and the like.

Bryan had ended up the leader, somehow. Preston had wanted to put Nora in charge, but Nora had claimed that Bryan was the only reason he and his kind were still alive. Despite the fact that it was the hot MILF who'd piloted the power suit armor that they'd found on the roof of the Museum. In truth, Bryan hadn't done much at all beyond snipe a few raiders here and there.

But Nora wanted him in charge. Because of his pheromones, which of course percolated through the entirety of this little group of survivors they'd found. Luckily, his pheromones didn't just work on women. It made men more amiable as well, more willing to follow him. Bryan had never had any reason to use them that way before, but now he supposed he did.

And so, he found himself the leader of a burgeoning settlement. As such, he was given the first rebuilt and refurnished house all for himself. A roof over his head and a surprisingly comfortable mattress to lay down for a rest on. It was more than Bryan had had, many a time before that. And of course, Nora had joined him there. The rest of the group understood that she was his girl. He hadn't had to say a word about that, not when she was prone to kissing him every five seconds.

It'd taken every bit of willpower not to fuck her right there on the street next to that dead Deathclaw, when Nora had hopped out of her power armor and rushed into his arms, wrapping her limbs around his body as she kissed him deeply and passionately in front of everyone. But Bryan had held back, and the frenzied sex they'd had later when they had a moment to themselves had been well worth the wait.

His girl was a fighter, he knew that now… and she was also completely and utterly his. Bryan didn't fear Nora. She couldn't hurt him, not at this point. She wouldn't dare. And the others… well… Bryan looks up as there's a knock on the doorframe to his bedroom. Standing there, staring at him is one Marcy Long. The Asian woman has a grimace on her face, but lust in her eyes as she looks him up and down, before gazing around the room.

"Nora not here?"

Bryan smirks at that and shakes his head.

"No… tonight's her night to patrol."

He probably could have taken her out of the patrol rotation entirely… or he could have joined her there. But Bryan was no fool. He understood how capable a fighter Nora had turned out to be, and it would be silly not to use her. At the same time, he was also perfectly happy to not have to be in the rotation himself. He valued his sleep, after all.

"Good. That's… good."

Marcy is flushed, and Bryan knows why. The beautiful woman was a widow and a lonely mother at this point. He didn't know all the details, but her husband Jun was dead, while their son Kyle still lived, currently the youngest member of their settlement. Kyle was probably asleep at this point, given the time of night. Marcy, meanwhile, was feeling the effects of his pheromones quite badly at this point.

Despite her depressed, bitter attitude, not even this woman could resist him. And if he was going to be the leader of this here settlement, Bryan felt like he was entitled to enjoying the hot, tasty MILFs that kept seeming to land in his lap.

"There something you wanted, Mrs. Long?"

At the reminder of her dead husband, Marcy grits her teeth.

"Call me Marcy."

A concession… and one Bryan is happy to take. But he's also getting a bit heady on his power now. Not just the pheromones… but the politics of it all.

"Very well Marcy, I suppose you can call me Mayor."

As he stands from his bed and looks into her eyes, Marcy stiffens up, now understanding how this is going to go. Bryan doesn't mince words though. He steps forward and gives her a knowing smile.

"And if you want something from me… you ask politely, you hear?"

A shudder runs through the woman, but the need and the lust is in her eyes just as it resides in Nora's these days. She nods slowly, before licking her lips and finding the words.

"Yes sir. I… I understand. If I could trouble you Mister Mayor, I'd like to thank you properly for all your help. For… for saving me and my son."

Ah, so that was how she wanted to play this? Grinning wickedly, Bryan considers telling her to get started right then and there. But he already did the kneeling cock-sucking thing with Nora, didn't he? Why not have some extra fun with Marcy? Moving forward, Bryan backs the beautiful Asian MILF into the wall behind her, right beside the door she's stepped through. He reaches up and brushes a few of her locks from her face.

"Is that so? You sure you aren't just horny, you filthy little slut?"

Marcy's eyes go wide at that, and her pupils dilate. Her lips part and she begins to pant, even as her chest starts to heave. She might not have Nora's perfectly pristine post-birth body, but she's still a total MILF, with wide hips and a large chest. Not to mention her big, fat badonkadonk… and Bryan would be lying if he tried to claim he hadn't been waiting to sink his teeth into it.

"I… I don't… n-no one's ever talked to me that way b-before."

Bryan just laughs at her.

"No? I guess your husband really was a weakling then."

Just like with Nora, Marcy clearly wants to take offense to that statement. But Bryan reigns supreme in this moment, and in the end her eyes simply go down as she averts her gaze.

"P-Please… I need it."

He can hear the sheer want in her voice. Stepping back, Bryan shrugs.

"Show me. Show me how much you need it."

Marcy blushes, but in the end the caustic Asian MILF does what she's told. As Bryan moves back to his bed, the female settler begins to strip out of her clothes. Her button up shirt goes first, followed by her undershirt. She's wearing a wrap around her tits beneath that, and Bryan's eyes light up with glee as he finds out just how big her breasts truly are. They bounce free of the confines of the wrap, and Marcy flushes scarlet at his intense gaze.

Moving down, she kicks off her shoes, following things up with her jeans and panties. At that point, she's wearing nothing but socks… Bryan lets her leave those on as he clears his throat and beckons her forward. She walks towards him hesitantly, and he reaches up and grabs her by the nape of her neck. The next thing Marcy knows, she's face down on his bed, ass up in the air as Bryan hovers over her.

"A-Ah…"

"Shh, quiet now darling. You asked me for my help, so I'm going to give it to you… but my pleasure comes first, understand?"

"Y-Yes… Mister Mayor."

Bryan grins at that. He could really get used to such a title.

"Good… now you're going to want to bite down on that pillow for this next bit."

His cock comes out and Marcy looks back over her shoulder with wide eyes as he begins to slide his member in between her butt cheeks, aiming for her asshole first and foremost. Luckily for them both, his massive appendage leaked precum at an impressive rate, leaving even Marcy's back door lubed up and ready for him in no time at all.

Grunting, Bryan forces his way into the Asian woman's ass, taking a perverse pleasure in making her scream into the pillow she's now biting down on. While Marcy hadn't been caustic and rude to him for long, she'd certainly started out confrontational and suspicious of him. Bryan hadn't liked that… and even once his pheromones started to affect her, Marcy had continued to be a generally bitter person all around, especially to his precious Nora.

Bryan didn't like that much either. So, given the chance to take some revenge, that's exactly what he does. Growling, he begins to rail into the hot, tight MILF's back door, fucking Marcy as rough and as hard as he might plow Nora's cunt. Even still though, the Asian woman's screams turn to moans as she claws at the mattress beneath them, squirming under his deeply penetrating cock.

His pheromones won't allow anything he does to remain painful for long. Already, Marcy is adjusting to his perceived desires. Her body, completely and utterly under his control, becomes more accustomed to HIS wants, HIS needs. In this moment, that need is for Marcy Long to become a happy little anal butt slut for her new lord and savior, for her new Mayor.

And so she does, eyes rolling back in her head as she actually manages to climax from his rough anal pounding of her back door. Her teeth clench into his pillow, even as Bryan smacks her upturned ass cheeks, one after the other.

"Take it slut, take it! Yeah!"

With one last growl, Bryan pulls out of Marcy's back door and erupts all over her body. His seed goes from her butt cheeks all the way to the nape of her neck before he's done with her. Of course, this was a bit last minute… and it leaves him leery of his original plan, which was to flip her over on the bed, so he could fuck her face to face. But now she'll just make a mess of his mattress if he does that.

And he's grown to like his mattress. Growling, Bryan throws Marcy out of the bed altogether. The freshly fucked woman lands on the floor with a thump and a slightly pained cry. But he's already atop her a moment later, grabbing her ankles and holding her legs up in the air as he brings his cockhead to her needy, wet cunt lips and pushes it in.

Their eyes meet, hers wide and his filled with satisfaction as he penetrates deep inside of her mewling quim. His cockhead bursts through her cervix like it's nothing, and Bryan finds himself fucking the second MILF in just as many days right there on the floor of his new bedroom. Damn, that wasn't something he thought he'd ever be able to say before now.

But this is his reality now. His mutation has put him in charge of this rabble, and while that might be more responsibility than the young scavenger has ever had before, he's apparently decided he's going to live up to what's expected of him, at least in part. Though, these perks of the job are certainly worthwhile. Grinning wider still, Bryan leans over Marcy, pushing her legs back into her chest as he really starts to give it to her.

"Beg me, slut. Beg me for my seed. Beg me to knock your whore cunt up with my child. You want to give Kyle a little brother or sister, don't you? Heh, knowing my virility, it'll be fucking twins. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Marcy is no longer angry or bitter or even sad. All it took to wash away her grief was a nice, hard fucking. First in the ass, and now in her cunt where she truly wanted it all along. Moaning wantonly, the Asian MILF looks up into Bryan's eyes and nods her head, her chest heaving and jiggling and bouncing with every jarring thrust he makes into her cunt.

"Yes… YES! I want it, I want your seed Mister Mayor! Put it in me! Fill me up! Knock me up with your kid, I don't care if its twins, I don't care if its triplets! I wanna be yours! I want to be pregnant with your children forever and EVER!"

Marcy brings herself to climax with her own words, even as Bryan finds himself speeding up his pace. God she was hot. Her and Nora both. Maybe he had a thing for MILFS and he'd just never known it before now? Or maybe they were just hot, slutty pieces of ass to nail and fuck to his heart's content. Bryan didn't know for sure. But then, he didn't really care either.

One way or another, Nora and now Marcy were his. His possessions, HIS women. No one was going to take them from him. No one was ever going to touch them ever again. Only he had that right now. And judging by the look in Marcy's eyes, she knew it just as much as Nora did. She knew he was marking her permanently when he finally erupted inside of her womb. She knew that she was his, and that she would never escape his grasp from this point on.

Luckily, she didn't want to leave it. Marcy's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue rolls out of her mouth as Bryan fills her womb with his seed. Leaning forward, he captures her lips with his own and kisses the MILF deeply, his tongue exploring her nonresistant mouth to his heart's content. And when he pulls back, the look she gives him is one that clearly says she wants more.

But Bryan is in charge here. He stands up and tucks his cock away, even as he stares down at the mess he's made of the woman on his floor.

"Get up on your hands and knees and clean that cum with your tongue, slut. I'm going to bed."

Marcy flushes in shame and humiliation at how he's degrading her… but she also flushes in arousal, and she also obeys him, flipping over onto her front and rising to do as he's said. Bryan watches her for a bit, before drifting off to sleep with a happy smile on his face.

-x-X-x-

A week later, he's too cooped up. Luckily, so is Nora. With Sanctuary now in fighting shape, Bryan and his lovely vault MILF have decided to go on a bit of an adventure. A scavenging expedition. And hey, if they find clues about Nora's kid along the way, that's cool too. But more than anything else, Bryan has only one true intention for this trip.

He's gotten a taste for the good life. He's ready to settle down, at least partially. And now he's going to find more hotties, more sexy babes… and he's going to fuck them silly before sending them back to Sanctuary to await him.

-x-X-x-

Ack-Ack had never felt fear. At least, not before now. A demon had come to the ruins of USAF Satellite Station Olivia that she and her group of raiders had made their home. The Devil had arrived to stand in judgment of them for their sins… and she wore a vault jumpsuit as she shot them down, one after another.

The blonde raider had never been much for strategy. She'd gotten to where she was by being the meanest SOB in the group. Her name came from a time when she'd been nothing but a piece of trash on the bottom rung of the ladder. It was the sound she'd made when the male raiders had choked her on their dicks while fucking her face.

But she'd risen above that. She'd kept the name, but it'd been a long time since Ack-Ack had been on the giving side of oral sex. These days, her men knew better than to fuck with the woman who could handle a Minigun. Now though, her signature weapon was doing her more harm than good. As she fired and shouted blindly into the area where she thought the demon was, she heard no sounds of pain, no screams of agony as bullets ripped through flesh.

Instead, there was nothing but the roar of her Minigun, filling her ears, until eventually the butt of a pistol slammed into her forehead, sending her reeling, her hands falling away from her gun. And then she has the barrel of that same pistol pressed up against her forehead and it's all Ack-Ack can do to freeze up and not move a muscle as she trembles, very nearly wetting herself then and there.

Because it's not just a gun held to her head. It's a gun held to her head by the demon that's mowed through all of her men, that's killed every raider in the Satellite Station besides her. The silence is deafening now that her Minigun is no longer firing. The familiar sounds of a gunfight in full swing finally come to an end as the gunfight itself ends with one decisive victor.

"D-Demon…"

The woman that stands over her with those dark eyes and a promise of death in her gaze smirks a little at Ack-Ack's declaration. The smile is cold though, even as she shakes her head.

"No. Not a demon. Just a mother looking for her son… and a parent who shares the pain of loss you and yours dealt to the Abernathy Family."

Ack-Ack blinks at that. The… the Abernathys? That's what this was all about? The damn Farm hadn't been able to pay their tribute and she'd heard that one of the girls had been killed for getting uppity, but how could this have come of that? How could a simple thing they'd done dozens of time before draw a demon to their doorstep?

"Luckily for you, the Mayor has a soft spot for women. He'll decide what to do with you. Sir, I've got their leader over here!"

The Mayor? This creature of death and destruction had a leader? Ack-Ack opens her mouth, but no words come out as the 'Mayor' comes into view, moving his way through dead bodies as he wrinkles his nose in disgust. Immediately, the female raider finds herself staring. He's handsome, gorgeous even. He's… well, he's the kind of man she'd take for herself in a raid if they happened across him. But now he's approaching her from a position of strength, and the blonde raider finds herself trembling with more than just fear as he finally arrives at the demon's side.

He would decide her fate… and she couldn't help but feel that was right and proper.

-x-X-x-

Bryan hadn't even tried to use his pheromones on the raiders. They were vicious by nature, and all his pheromones would do to them would make them desire him, to want to own him… and that was NOT something he was interested in. Still, this was… well, this was a bit much, wasn't it? Nora had gone through the raiders in Satellite Station Olivia like a scythe through wheat. It was honestly a little terrifying, but also immensely arousing.

The woman was a badass fighter in every sense of the word, and she was also all his. She knew it too, loved it even. Otherwise, why would she call him Mayor, sir, even when they were alone? He had her perfectly enthralled… which meant, even if she was a demon as the female raider had named her, she was HIS demon.

Licking his lips to wet them, Bryan gazes down at the pigtailed blonde raider on the floor. Her Minigun was discarded, and Nora had a pistol pressed to her skull. Eyeing her for a moment, the young man considers things. He's not just a scavenger anymore… he's a leader. That's why he hadn't raised any protest when Nora had accepted the task given to her by Blake Abernathy. Of course, the way his pheromones had already started to affect the female members of the Abernathy Farm helped matters as well.

They would be VERY grateful when he and Nora brought back Mary's locket. He was sure of that. Still, he had to decide what to do with this one before anything else.

"What's your name?"

The blonde raider looks sullen but also rather intrigued by him as she answers.

"… Ack-Ack…"

Nora snorts derisively, while Bryan contains his own reaction. Of course she'd have a stupid name like that. Still, he adopts a kind smile all the same as he looks her in the eye, letting his pheromones do more and more work on the female raider.

"Well, Ack-Ack. I've got two questions for you. First, did you directly order your raiders to kill Mary Abernathy? Perhaps as a lesson to the others?"

Ack-Ack shakes her head in the negative.

"No… thought they'd paid up. My men made that call on their own when she got in their way."

Nodding his head slowly, Bryan continues to smile.

"Alright then. Second, where is Mary's locket? It wasn't on any of the bodies that my dear friend here just got done making, so I assume that your men gave it to you when they got back."

Ack-Ack's eyes drift over to a red toolbox on a workbench behind her.

"T-There."

With Nora still holding a gun to Ack-Ack's head, Bryan makes his way past the two women and over to the toolbox. Opening it up, he quickly located the silver locket that they'd come here for. Slipping it into his pocket, he lets out a happy little sigh as he turns back to Ack-Ack.

"Very good. Thank you for your assistance. Now, do you want to live, Ack-Ack?"

The blonde raider's eyes dart between him and Nora.

"Y-Yes."

Bryan's grin widens, and he steps closer to her.

"Do you want to do more than live? Do you want to come with us?"

Nora lifts a brow at that but doesn't say a single word in protest as Ack-Ack's eyes go a little wide and her lips part and her breath quickens.

"… Yes… yes…"

His pheromones, hard at work. His grin now positively wicked, Bryan invades Ack-Ack's personal space and gestures for Nora to pull her gun away, even as he grabs the blonde raider by her pigtails.

"Why don't you show me how much."

With her face inches from his crotch and his hands firmly gripping her hair, what Bryan wants from the blonde is obvious. Ack-Ack only hesitates for a moment before her hands come up to fumble at his pants, and soon enough to pull his cock out of its confines. Bryan lets out a hiss of pleasure as the pigtailed blonde opens wide and takes him into her mouth. As inch after inch of his cock disappears past her lips, he looks down into her eyes and enjoys the look of needy adoration growing in her gaze.

This was really the only way things could have ever turned out so well for him. The female raider had to be broken of her imagined superiority and her will first. Nora clearing out this place singlehandedly, killing six men and disabling Ack-Ack all by herself… it'd left the female raider in a weakened state of mind.

Thus, rather than his pheromones making her want him as nothing more than a possession to use up until he was dead, they instead made her see him as a potential leader, somewhat like they did for Nora and the Concord Survivors and even the Abernathy Family. Not entirely the same though. Where they all saw him as a leader, Ack-Ack would not be able to differentiate between that and master.

Her tongue was skilled, he'd give her that. She was a good cocksucker, and Bryan was beginning to get an idea of just how she got her name. Grinning knowingly down at her, he grips tighter at her hair and begins to thrust forward.

"Open wide slut, here it comes."

And then he's fucking her face and Ack-Ack is 'ack acking' as he forces her to choke and gag on his cock.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Groaning all the while, Bryan enjoys the female raider's throat immensely, pounding away at her even as he's well aware of Nora watching on from the side. But the beautiful vault dweller isn't judging him. No, if anything she's immensely aroused, watching him put the blonde raider in her place. Nora is half an inch away from outright touching herself as she stares at the erotic scene with hooded eyes.

Having her watching like that is what finally sends Bryan over the edge. He grunts and begins to cum, his seed exploding out of Ack-Ack's nostrils and the side of her mouth, making a mess of her already-painted face. But he's still not done with her. Far from it, in fact.

"That was a good start, whore."

Ack-Ack just looks at him blearily, not resisting at all as he nods to Nora. Nora in turn steps forward and grabs the other woman by her hair, dragging her up to her feet before forcing her to bend over a nearby table. The female raider cries out as Nora tears at her armor and the rags beneath, until eventually Ack-Ack is more than half-naked, and completely exposed in all the ways that matter on top of that.

Turns out the blonde raider has quite the pair of knockers, and when he lines up behind her, Bryan takes a moment to reach around and grab and squeeze at Ack-Ack's massive, fat tits, kneading and mauling her boob flesh, even as he lines his cock up with her cunt. Thrusting forward, Bryan begins to fuck the female raider right then and there, in the place where she should have been safest.

Not that Ack-Ack is very afraid anymore. Oh no, the pleasure takes over almost immediately, and he soon finds her moaning and mewling for more through her ravaged throat as he fucks her from behind.

"Y-Yessss, yesss… fuck me, sir. Fuck me! M-Make me yours! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for ever thinking I was meant to be anything more than your worthless slut!"

At this point, Nora is touching herself. Hopping up on the table beside Ack-Ack's bent over form, the vault dweller half-unzips her vault suit and grabs at one tit while her hand darts under the form-fitting suit to get at her crotch. Bryan and her make constant eye contact as he fucks Ack-Ack silly, and just having Nora watching is almost enough to send him over the edge again right then and there.

But no, not quite yet. He needs to make sure Ack-Ack knows who's in charge. Grunting and growling, Bryan really gives it to the voluptuous, top-heavy pigtailed blonde. He rams into her with as much force as he can muster, and he's rewarded with her climaxes time and time again as he fills her with his meat. Her inner walls clench and grip at his cock, and she moans wantonly, reduced from leader of a gang of raiders to nothing more than an honest whore.

He truly wasn't sure at the start if they were taking this bitch with them or not. But now that he's inside of her now that he's dominating her and making her his own… Bryan couldn't possibly bring himself to leave her behind. She's not even fully human, not anymore. But then, that's the point isn't it? Ack-Ack is like an animal, a beast… a bitch. And now he's taming her, and if he leaves her here at this point, she won't be able to survive.

And perhaps she doesn't deserve to survive after the things she's no doubt done… but Bryan is a selfish young man, at heart. So, when he finally does cum inside of Ack-Ack, when he finally fills her womb with his seed and then forces her to clean him off with her tongue and lips, Bryan has made his decision, even as he stares down into her ruined face and her hopeful eyes.

"… We'll take her with us. Nora, go see if you can find anything akin to actual clothes around this place. And some water as well, to wash this slut. And you… you're going to obey me for the rest of your life, aren't you?"

Ack-Ack bobs her head up and down earnestly.

"Yes, sir."

Bryan smirks.

"That's a good girl. Let's get that hair down, get a look at you right and proper. Can't call you Ack-Ack anymore though. You're not a raider now, you're a settler. So your name is Ashley from now on. Understood?"

The newly christened Ashley looks blindsided by this second chance, even as she nods dumbly in response. It's less for her sake and more for his if he's being honest. Nora eventually comes back with the least rag-like rags in the dump, and some water as well. 'Ashley' gets a wash down, her hair pulled out of the pigtails and cleaned as well, as much as it could be anyways.

By the time the three of them leave the Satellite Station to return to the Abernathy Farm, Ashley and Ack-Ack might as well have been two different people, for just how much they've managed to transform the blonde. And that's just the way Bryan wants it. After all, he wants the Abernathy Family to be grateful. Not suspicious because he's recruited the leader of the group that killed their daughter.

Grinning wickedly, Bryan considers how the gratitude of the female Abernathys might manifest, even as they make their way back towards the farm.

-x-X-x-

When they arrive back at the Abernathy Farm with the locket, their reception is exactly as Bryan envisions it. Blake Abernathy is quite pleased to have something to remember his daughter by. So pleased in fact that he doesn't raise any sort of protest when his wife, Connie offers for Bryan to stay the night.

Happily taking the beautiful MILF up on said offer, Bryan sends Nora and 'Ashley' on to Sanctuary given its close proximity, while he remains behind to enjoy the tender affections of the Abernathy family. Dinner is a relatively quiet affair, but it just gives his pheromones more time to circulate through Connie and Lucy Abernathy's systems.

By the time they all turn in for the night, Bryan isn't at all surprised that both mother and daughter are giving him bedroom eyes the entire time. Still, he allows himself to drift off to sleep all the same, shifting on his bedroll as he gets some rest. It'd been a long day, after all. A few hours pass before he's finally woken up again.

The sensation of two pairs of breasts wrapped around his cock might have been relatively new to the young man but given how he'd just had Nora and Ashley do the same thing with him on their way back to the farm, Bryan was actually able to pick out what was happening now almost immediately after waking up. Without even opening his eyes, he smiled as he felt tongues running up and down the sides of his cock, while mounds of soft tit flesh rubbed along the lower half of his shaft.

Finally opening his eyes, Bryan looks down the length of his body, not at all surprised to find Connie kneeling on one side, and Lucy kneeling on the other. The mother has bigger tits than her daughter, but Lucy is certainly well-endowed all on her own, even if she looks a little small when smooshed up against Connie's breasts. Regardless, the pair are hard at work on pleasuring him, and Connie says as much when she notices he's woke up, smiling as she slips her tongue off of his cock for a moment to explain.

"You've done so much for us… we can't possibly let you go without a thank you."

Bryan chuckles at that, reaching out to slide his fingers through Connie's short cut hair. He grins wickedly as she nuzzles into his palm, and after a moment he finds himself wanting to push his luck.

"I think it'd be mighty appropriate for the Abernathy Farm to join with Sanctuary in forming a new sort of civilization. You'd have to… submit to my authority as Mayor though, of course."

Connie's eyes light up at that, and a quick glance at Lucy shows that the younger woman is just as interested, if a bit more embarrassed about what they're doing.

"Y-You… you'd take us under your protection?"

Bryan chuckles at that. HIS protection wasn't worth much on a personal basis, but Sanctuary… Sanctuary was getting somewhere. And Nora's personal protection was definitely worth a lot more.

"That I would… but if you're going to accept, you'll both have to address me as 'Mister Mayor' from now on. And there IS a rule in Sanctuary that you two will have to follow…"

Connie and Lucy share a glance, but it's obvious that where the mother goes, the daughter will follow. Blushing prettily, the sexy MILF jiggles her tits a little.

"O-Of course, Mister Mayor. What… what rule do we need to follow."

Grinning as he sits up, Bryan laces his other hand through Lucy's hair, pulling both women in for deep, passionate, tongue-filled kisses, one after the other. First mother, then daughter. The two of them moan into his mouth, neither so much as trying to resist as their tits press against his chest. When Bryan finally pulls them both away, holding them commandingly by their hair, he grins even wider.

"Oh, I'm sure neither of you will have any trouble with it. Simply put, all women under Sanctuary's laws must always obey the Mayor. Do you think you can both do that?"

They don't have to exchange another glance. Connie and Lucy each nod eagerly, independently of one another but also at the same time, their bobbing heads causing their breasts to bounce a bit at the same time. Chuckling darkly, Bryan guides Connie's face down towards his thick erection.

"Then let's go ahead and seal the deal, shall we? Get to work, Mrs. Abernathy."

"Y-Yes… Mister Mayor."

As the hot, sexy MILF begins to swallow Bryan's cock, the young man in turn pulls Lucy in for another kiss. His hand slides down from her hair along her back, until he's groping the young woman's ass while getting head from her mother. Using his grip on Connie's hair, he forces the MILF down further and further, until eventually she's choking and gagging on his cock.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

And yet, she didn't try to resist. She wanted it, wanted to be used and abused by him. Bryan was getting better at reading women, at understanding what they needed. Connie blamed herself for her daughter's death… and thinking about it, Lucy blamed her mother too. Moving his hand off of the MILF's head didn't stop Connie from continuing to face fuck herself on his cock, her throat spasming around his member. But when he guided one of Lucy's hands to her mother's head, that's when things got fun.

Groaning into Lucy's mouth, Bryan very much enjoys the way that the younger woman forces her mother down on his dick harder and faster than he ever did, abusing Connie in a way that he couldn't possibly have done himself.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

It felt good. It felt very good. In the end, Bryan couldn't hold it in forever. He came with a vengeance, and Connie was in no position to swallow his load as he spilled it into her throat. Instead, it came right back up, or down at the case may be given her daughter was impaling her mother's head on his cock. His seed explodes out of Connie's nostrils and the sides of her mouth, coating his member for a bit.

Only once he's done does Lucy let her mother up, though she keeps a harsh grip on the MILF's hair as she pulls Connie into a deep, tongue-filled kiss right before him, separating from his lips only a moment before. It's clear the vicious, domineering makeout session is mostly for his benefit, and his cock doesn't for a moment consider growing soft in the face of the two beauties kissing so deeply. Lucy knows what he wants now, and she's willing to do it, she's willing to sexually abuse her own mother for his entertainment.

It turns Bryan on immensely, the power he has over these two delicious farm girls. Grinning wickedly, he rises from his bedroll finally, grabbing Lucy by her hips and dragging her over. She's pulled away from Connie, and the MILF simply falls back on her ass, touching her large tits and penetrating her needy cunt with her fingers as she watches what's about to come.

Lucy, meanwhile, moans happily as Bryan forces her onto her hands and knees, his fingers digging into her shapely, yet firm ass. Both women were fit and healthy from their work on the farm. And both women had known what they were in for when they snuck onto his bedroll. After all, they wouldn't be naked if they were just looking to 'thank him' with a titjob.

Placing his messy cockhead against Lucy's exposed, naked cunt lips, Bryan isn't surprised to find her wet and ready. With a vicious grin, he thrusts forward, taking her virginity right then and there. She moans but silences herself with a hand before it can get louder. Bryan doesn't rightly care though at this point, he's too lost in the moment for that. He begins to fuck Lucy right then and there atop her bedroll as her mother watches, ramming her from behind as he pounds into her with more and more of his strength.

Connie masturbates to the sight at first, but even she realizes how hard it is for Lucy to keep quiet as time goes on. The hand covering the young woman's mouth isn't enough forever, and in the end, Connie has to step in to help out, so to speak. Her lips press against her daughter's, but this time it's the mother initiating the makeout session as she stifles and muffles all of Lucy's cries.

The younger woman is in no position to try to dominate her mother now, not with Bryan fucking her so roughly from behind, but that's just fine. Connie isn't the kind of woman to want to hurt anyone, and her kissing of her daughter is more passionate than controlling, more loving than domineering. They makeout and Bryan fucks Lucy into Connie as he takes his pleasure from her body, his fingers squeezing and gripping at her hips, at her ass, even at her inner thighs.

He plays with every part of her that he can get his hands on, until ultimately, he's leaning over her and grabbing her tits from behind, mauling them with his digits and groaning as he feels her tightening up even more around his pistoning prick. Lucy cums more than once along his shaft, her orgasmic screams blocked out by Connie as the MILF intertwines her tongue with Lucy's.

Eventually though, Bryan does cum. His seed pumps into Lucy's womb, stuffing her to the brim as he always intended. He's not going to stop until both of these women are creampied, after all. He's going to fill them with his cum, paint their insides white with his ejaculate. And with Lucy done, that means Connie is next…

Of course, as soon as Bryan pulls out of Lucy, the younger woman is suddenly all over her mother. Connie's eyes go wide as she's abruptly pushed backwards by her daughter. The kissing turns far more controlling as Lucy shows her mother her place, before eventually it's terminated altogether when the young woman crawls up Connie's body and plants her dripping quim right on Connie's face.

Flipping around so she can watch what she knows Bryan is going to do next, Lucy buries her mother's face in her pussy, even as she plants her hands on the hot MILF's big fat titties for balance.

"Do it, Mister Mayor… fuck my mommy silly with that big fat cock of yours."

Her eyes are blazing with lust, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. Bryan lifts an eyebrow, wondering if he's responsible for awakening this new Lucy Abernathy. Still, he's not about to say no to the suggestion. It was always his intention, after all. Forcing Connie's legs wide, though he doesn't have to use much force at all to actually do so, Bryan lines his messy cock up with the MILF's cunt… and then he thrusts right in.

There's no virginity to take, obviously, but Connie still screams upwards into Lucy's creampied cunt, causing the younger woman to groan happily as her pussy lips stifle most of the noises Connie is making. Bryan just enjoys the view as Lucy's face contorts with pleasure, even as he starts to fuck Connie Abernathy for all she's worth.

She's not quite as tight as her daughter, but that's just fine with Bryan. Tight is nice and all, but it's not the end all, be all. For instance, Nora is probably his favorite fuck, and she was a sexy MILF as well. Hell, maybe Bryan had a thing for MILFs. Ack-Ack and Lucy had both been perfectly fine fucks, but his favorites had to be the women who'd already popped out kids.

Connie Abernathy was no different. Her hot, velvety depths sucked him in rather than trying to squeeze him out like Lucy's had. It hadn't been at all difficult to fuck the younger woman of course, but there was a distinct difference between mother and daughter… and Bryan had every intention of enjoying that difference to the fullest. Thrusting into Connie's clenching cunt again and again, Bryan watches Lucy as she slowly loses it atop her mother's face.

Her fingers dig into Connie's giant mammaries, and she groans every time Connie squeals out another orgasm into her pussy lips from below. Hell, she groans a lot no matter what, probably on account of the tongue that Connie is sticking up her daughter's cunt. All in all, the sight is rather sexy, and quite wild. Bryan watches, enjoying the show even as he plows the wet MILF-y cunt before him as hard as he can, ramming into Connie with his entire length.

It's his third release of the night of course, which means it takes a while to arrive. By the time Bryan cums once more, both Lucy and Connie have climaxed countless times, Lucy from her mother's tongue, and Connie from Bryan's cock pounding away at her insides. Still, all good things come to an end, and Bryan's seed pumps into Connie's womb as he fulfills his goal of leaving both of the farmer girls, mother and daughter, creampied.

Pulling out of Connie, the young man lays back on the bedroll and pants heavily, considering what will come next. When Lucy curls into his side and Connie remains where she is, fucked silly at the end of the bedroll, Bryan thinks nothing of it. It's just how things should be.

-x-X-x-

"You take good care of my daughter, ya hear?"

"Daddy, I'll be barely any time at all away. Our farm is so close to Sanctuary, that's why we're becoming a part of their settlement!"

"I know, I know… I'm just gonna miss you."

Blake Abernathy had been perfectly accepting of Connie's decision to tie them to the growing settlement of Sanctuary. He was slightly less okay with Lucy leaving alongside Bryan to actually go see the place, but the Abernathy women had put their foot down all the same.

Now, Bryan and Lucy were packed up and ready to head off, following the trail Nora and Ashley had taken to get back home. It was still strange for the young man to have a home, a place to want to return to… but hell, if he was going to be Mayor, he supposed it was his home more than any other's…

It was time to get back to it. Make sure the place was still functioning properly. Then, Bryan could decide what he wanted to do next.

-x-X-x-

When the gun smashes into her face and sends her reeling back, Whiplash cries out and stumbles, nearly falling on her ass right then and there. However, before she can get her own pipe pistol up and aimed in the direction of her foe, the still-hot barrel of the gun is against her forehead, causing her to freeze up in a half-crouch, caught between catching herself and righting herself.

"Drop it."

The Angel of Death's voice is surprisingly smooth. At least, that's what Whiplash sees as her vision swims and she tries to make eye contact with the Vault Dweller who has her at gun point. The other woman is definitely from a vault, and recently too. Her jumpsuit, hidden beneath pieces of leather armor, is too pristine to be stolen off of an actual dweller.

Still, Whiplash had never met any Vault Dweller who was this good of a fighter. The woman had gone through the raiders at Walden Pond like a scythe through wheat. She'd wrecked them, good and proper. And now… now Whiplash could see, as she glanced to her left and right, that she was the only one left alive. Was it because she was a woman? Did her gender get her some sort of special privilege from the Angel of Death standing before her?

Didn't matter, in the end. The Vault Dweller had her dead to rights, and Whiplash had no desire to die this day. Wasn't like she even really liked the rest of these fucking degenerates. Tossing aside her pipe pistol, the female raider lifts her hands, keeping her palms open to show she's no threat.

"Kneel. Hands behind your head."

The other woman's voice is cold, hard, and unforgiving. Regardless of why she's not been slaughtered with the rest, it's obvious to Whiplash that this Vault Dweller will end her in an instant if need be. Licking her lips, the raider does as she's told, and places her hands behind her head. That's when she sees it, a small detail she'd overlooked before now.

She's pregnant. The woman she'd labeled 'Angel of Death' in her head is pregnant. Not overly so, but there's a definitely tummy building there, in an otherwise slender and sleek form. The armor that the dweller has put over her jumpsuit does little to hide her body, and the jumpsuit does even less. Whiplash can tell that this woman is fit as a fiddle and packing in all the right places.

If their positions were reversed, the raiders would have had lots of fun with this one… and Whiplash would have been happy to leave them to it, so she herself could have some rest. Being the group slut wasn't easy, but she was the only female raider among them, and it was better than being dead. Still, she wasn't expecting their doom to be a pregnant Vault Dweller, no sir.

The other woman notices her staring, and her free hand comes down on her belly, running along it as her glare intensifies.

"You got something to say?"

Whiplash averts her gaze towards the ground and stays silent. She knows better than to push. Her life hangs in the precipice. Best to do whatever's necessary to survive this. So long as she could survive, she could get free again, find a new crew to run with, keep on livin'. Just had to survive.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

The male voice draws Whiplash's attention, her head whipping towards it, for lack of a better word. The young man it's attached to has a smile on his face as he walks up behind the Vault Dweller. He at least, isn't wearing a vault jumpsuit, but Whiplash sees the way that the female gunner immediately leans in towards him, luxuriating in his presence, deferring to him. The father of her child, no doubt.

"Do you have a name, raider?"

Unlike with the Vault Dweller, Whiplash can tell that she's supposed to answer this one.

"Y-Yeah. Whiplash."

Suddenly, the young man is crouching before her. Their eyes meet, and she finds herself lost in his gaze for a moment, her mouth going dry. Huh, he was a handsome one, wasn't he? She certainly wouldn't have minded having some fun with this one, under different circumstances.

"Well, Whiplash. That's an interesting name. You probably don't know who I am. That's understandable. I'm the Mayor of a little place called Sanctuary. You heard of it?"

Whiplash shakes her head mutely. In response, the 'Mayor' smiles.

"That's good. Means word of our existence ain't spread to the raiders quite yet. Gives us the element of surprise, like we had here. And allows us more time to build up our defenses. Hm, but then, that does cause a bit of a problem, don't it Whiplash? Because, if I let you go, you could tell your friends about us, couldn't you?"

The female raider's mouth is suddenly dry for a very different reason as she breathes through her flaring nostrils, trying to keep her cool.

"I… I wouldn't. N-Not like I have any friends left. You killed 'em all."

The Mayor glances about at the dead raiders around them and chuckles.

"That we did. My dear Nora here is quite the shooter, isn't she? Still, don't expect me to believe you raiders don't have connections, meager as they might be. You could even sell the information to the next group you came across for the privilege of joining them, couldn't you?"

If they were going to kill her, they would have done it already. As much as this Mayor fellow is basically threatening to have 'Nora' pull the gun, Whiplash can tell that he's not a sadist, or at least not a psychopathic one. He wants to let her live… he wants something more from her and she even thinks she has an inkling of what it is, her eyes sliding over to Nora's pregnant belly once again.

Best to just ask, really. And she's not even totally against it. He's handsome, like she noted earlier.

"What do you want from me?"

The Mayor cocks his head to the side, his smile growing a fraction of an inch.

"Well, we do have a precedent for accepting… former raiders into Sanctuary. Especially ones who have shown a distinct willingness to reform, to change. You could do that, right here and right now."

Whiplash blinks at that. Wait, he was offering her a place in his settlement? Her initial reaction to such an offer would be to laugh, to scoff. Her parents had been naïve, idiotic farmers. She'd learned early on, from their mistakes, that there were two types of people, predators and prey. The settlers who just wanted to live their lives would never get to so long as raiders like her and her kind existed to fuck with them, to take from them, to slowly but surely bleed them dry.

She'd gone raider because she preferred to be on the winning side. But then, this Mayor fellow and his Nora were different. He'd… they'd come here and made the raiders their prey. They'd taken out her entire gang, and only she was left alive to witness it. If this was their plan, if they were aiming to build something real, as well as aiming to clear out every raider they could… if they weren't going to just try to live their lives, but actively build a better tomorrow…

Shit, she wanted it. It was crazy, but Whiplash wanted to be a part of all of this, as wild as that seemed.

"W-What… what do I have to do?"

The Mayor shares a glance with Nora and then looks back at her, grinning wickedly.

"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed with Nora here, we have several pregnant women back in Sanctuary. If you were to become one of those, that'd certainly show a willingness to reform, wouldn't it? Contributing to a better tomorrow."

Ah, there it was. She'd expected it pretty early on, in truth. Though not necessarily in this one. Licking her lips, Whiplash realizes she's already made her decision.

"Can… can we take this to a bed?"

The Mayor smiles at her submissive attitude, before glancing around at the dead raiders that surround them.

"Sure we can."

Whiplash lets out a sigh of relief. This is something she's more than willing to do to stay alive. Besides, none of the rat bastards on the floor around her ever managed to impregnate her. Might be that the Mayor can't get the job done either. Hell, then she maybe can prove her worth in other ways at this Sanctuary place…

-x-X-x-

It doesn't take much time at all to get the female raider to a room with a bed. Bryan grins as he watches her strip down before him. She's a little dirty, but she's still got some nice curves to her, and a tasty rack to be sure. As she fidgets in the face of his and Nora's scrutiny, he gestures to the bed.

"Go on then, lay down. And from now on, you should address me as Mister Mayor, understood?"

The soon-to-be ex-raider nods as she moves to the bed.

"Yes, Mister Mayor."

Sliding a hand down Nora's back, Bryan cups his lover's ass for a moment as he leans in to her ear. Nora in turn leans in to him, eyes half-lulling shut in enjoyment of the way he's touching her.

"Nora… why don't you take her mouth, yeah? She should thank you properly for how you spared her life, don't you think?"

Nora moans as Bryan plays with her ass in just the right way.

"Mmm… yes, sir."

Her eagerness is audible and Bryan chuckles as the beautiful pregnant woman moves in. Her gun goes away, and she crawls onto the bed, even as she slides the front zipper of her vault jumpsuit down her body, from her neck all the way to her navel and then a few inches beyond. Her full breasts are barely contained by the split jumpsuit, and her dripping wet pussy most certainly isn't as she moves into position over Whiplash's face.

The female raider gives Bryan a glance, but he just smiles and nods encouragingly, making it clear that she's to do what Nora wants. A moment later, slurping and moaning fills the room as Whiplash does as she's expected, and Nora begins to gyrate and undulate across the other woman's face. Only then does Bryan move into position himself, working at his belt and then tugging open his pants to draw out his hard cock. He grins as a shiver goes through Whiplash's body, and he knows that even with her face covered by Nora's cunt and ass, she's breathing in his musk even more now.

When he climbs on the bed and pushes the female raider's legs apart, she does nothing to resist him. A loud, muffled moan comes from beneath Nora as he slides his cockhead up and down Whiplash's waiting cunt lips. At least here, she looks clean. But at the same time, she doesn't look particularly virginal.

Sliding into her reveals her to be far too loose for that. Certainly not too loose for his cock of course, he doubted she'd ever had anything as big as him inside of her, given the way she squirmed and whined beneath Nora at the feel of him stretching her out. But she was definitely not a virgin. And given she wasn't the leader of this little group like Ashley had been, Bryan could only guess that Whiplash had been the raiders' bicycle, so to speak.

That was fine though. She was all his now, to fuck and breed and make anew. Bryan had come a long way from scavenger. He was a Mayor now, and he had to admit that he felt like he was really getting the hang of this whole leadership thing. And reforging women from whatever they were before into the beautiful pregnant ladies that had begun to populate Sanctuary was just… delicious.

Whiplash was no different. His cock pounded into her cunt, even as her breasts bounced back and forth along her chest between him and Nora. Together, the two of them mauled said breasts, even as they leaned forward over Whiplash's helpless form to kiss and makeout with one another. Forcing his tongue into Nora's mouth, Bryan makes sure that his lover remembers her place… but the way she moans as he dominates her while also fucking the slut she's currently getting eaten out by tells him she knows exactly where she belongs.

She loves him, with all her heart. Bryan likes that, he likes that a lot. And he can tell from the way Whiplash is squeezing and gripping at his cock as it pistons in and out of her cunt that she's slowly becoming the same way. After all, he's the Mayor… and all the ladies love a leader. Chuckling against Nora's lips, Bryan's hands lift off of Whiplash's tits and move to Nora's instead. This causes the beautiful vault dweller to finally lose control, as his fingers play with her nipples in just the right way.

Shaking and shuddering, Nora cums all over Whiplash's face. The degradation and humiliation of such an act seems to be a trigger for Whiplash because she climaxes even harder around Bryan's cock. And in the end, Bryan doesn't bother holding back anymore as he fills the female raider with his seed, pumping his cum into her womb spurt after spurt until she's stuffed to the brim.

Only once he's done cumming does he pull back and out of her. Nora pulls off of Whiplash's face as well, and Bryan takes a moment to just enjoy the female raider's messy, pussy juice-covered features as she looks up at him with dazed, glazed over eyes. Reaching out, Bryan grabs her by her jaw, his fingers pushing gently but firmly into her cheeks as he focuses her attention on him.

"If you're going to become a part of Sanctuary, you'll need to change the name and the look, slut. We'll help you clean up… but as far as names go, let's just go ahead and call you Lacey. You like that, don't you?"

Bryan's not surprised when she nods, her face heating up with a blush. His pheromones have taken affect now, and she no longer looks at him with fear or dread. No, there's the love he's been waiting for, the same love that he sees in the eyes of any woman that carries his child, that spends enough time in his company.

If he'd known it was this easy, he would have become Mayor a long time ago, honestly. Chuckling at his own thoughts, Bryan climbs off the bed and tucks his cock away. Then he helps 'Lacie' up and steps out of the room as she and Nora get her dressed. They head out soon after, and Bryan marks 'Walden Pond' off his mental checklist. One more group of raiders down, thanks to Nora's skills.

-x-X-x-

She knew she was doomed. It'd been over two hours since she'd barricaded herself into the National Guard training yard's recruitment center, over two hours since she'd activated her distress beacon. But no one was coming. No one had shown up yet, and with the ghouls right outside the door, clawing and trying to get in, Tara Astlin knew she wasn't likely to escape what was coming next alive.

She had her las-pistol still. The thought of using it on herself HAD crossed her mind, but Tara wasn't the kind of woman to take the easy way out. Even if she'd known from the moment she saw them that the feral ghouls overrunning the training yard were far too numerous for her to take on singlehandedly, she would give it a try as soon as they broke through.

Tara Astlin, Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, member of Recon Squad Artemis would die fighting. She would die with honor, she would die in a blaze of glory. At least she could say that much. At least she could go to her rest knowing she'd taken as many of those damn ghouls with her as possible. Hopefully the rest of Recon Squad Artemis, those that still lived anyways, would keep on living.

The Commonwealth was a dangerous place, but the Brotherhood of Steel were dangerous people. If all went well, perhaps those that came after her would not find such danger as she did. Perhaps she and her squad had paved the way for the future of the Brotherhood. Tara could rest easily, believing that was to be the case.

Ah, but they were almost through. She could hear the ghouls getting louder and louder now. She could see the holes forming in her hastily constructed barricade. With a few more hours, she might have been able to make something that no amount of mindless ferals could get through, but she'd been rushed to begin with, and what she had was what she had. No more, no less.

Priming her pistol, Tara stands up and sets her jaw. Pointing it at the breaking barricade, she gets ready for the last fight of her life. A single tear forms up in one of her eyes, but Tara lets it fall. Why not, right? Who else is here to see it? A single tear for all the potential she was losing, for all the things she would never get to accomplish… that was fine, wasn't it?

Except, between one moment in the next, everything changed. Certain death became uncertainty altogether when gunfire suddenly filled the air, and the yowling screams of ghouls in agony came along with it. The creatures trying to break down her barricade and get to her left her there without pause, turning to face whatever it was that was attacking their flank. After all, she wasn't the ready and present threat. They could take her at their leisure, so long as they dealt with whoever… whoever…

Tara's eyes go wide as she realizes that her salvation has arrived. Hopefully anyways, but even if they're marauders, they're still people, still intelligent beings. She can work with that. Leaping towards the barricade, Tara tears it the rest of the way down from her end and pushes her way out of the recruitment center. What she finds is three people killing ghoul after ghoul as they make their way through the training yard.

They're neither stealthy or shy about what they're doing, but then it doesn't seem they have to be. A man and two women, from the looks of things… and heavily armed as well, as they mow down feral ghoul after feral ghoul. There's none really left near Tara's hiding place, but she does raise her pistol and shoot one ghoul in the back of the head from afar as it tries and fails to charge into the fray against the new intruders.

This draws their attention her way, but she can only hope her willingness to fight the ghouls will show them that she means no harm and that she's friendly. At the very least, they don't attack her. Instead, as Tara takes potshots at the remaining ferals from afar, she slumps against a nearby support beam and watches the trio at work. The man is the least armed of the three, though he does his part all the same. The women though… the women are just short of wearing power armor for how much heat they're packing.

And in the end, it's enough. In the end, the ferals die, the training yard ends up cleared out, and Tara moves slowly to meet the three as they stand in the center of the much-needed massacre that they've just perpetuated.

"G-Greetings! I… I know you're probably not here for me, but you've just saved my life. I'm grateful, truly I am."

The women look at her with something like distrust, but the man smiles as he holsters the twin pistols he was wielding. He nods his head her way.

"Happy to help, madam. Though you're right, we didn't come here for you. We came here for the gear. Figure there's enough around here to field an entire company of Minutemen."

Tara's eyes widen a bit at that. Part of doing recon in a new area was knowing just what factions you're dealing with.

"The Minutemen are back?"

The man smiles a bit wider and shrugs his shoulders as he glances towards his distinctly feminine company.

"Well, I suppose so, yes. Minute-people just doesn't roll off the tongue in the same way. I'll tell you this though, we've got just as many Minutewomen as we do Minutemen, by this point. If you're thinking about joining up."

Tara blushes a little. He's charming, this man who's saved her life. She's not usually one to get emotional, but standing here, having survived certain death, staring into the handsome face of the one who brought her back from that brink… it's hard to still her rapidly beating heart. Ah, but she has to turn him down.

"Oh no, I… well, I'm already with another group, I suppose."

The man lifts an eyebrow at that and looks around again.

"Hope it wasn't the ghouls."

It's meant as a joke, and Tara takes it as one. She laughs a little and shakes her head, before rapping the front of her breastplate."

"No… no, I'm Brotherhood of Steel. Recon Squad Artemis. Knight Tara Astlin, at your s… ser… oh."

And just like that, the world goes topsy turvy on her. Her vision swims, and then she's collapsing to the ground as darkness begins to take her. Ah, but then of course. Tara hadn't eaten or drank anything in hours. She'd been hyped up on adrenaline but chatting with strangers didn't usually keep the adrenaline pumping. She was crashing, and hard.

The last thing the Knight heard before passing out was the concerned voice of the man who'd saved her.

"Miss? Miss!"

He was a good boy. A kind lad. She rather liked him, quite a bit. A smile spread across the normally stoic Knight's face, even as she finally fell into blissful oblivion.

-x-X-x-

When next Tara woke, the young man was seated beside her. She was in a bed of all things, surrounded by four walls, with a roof over her head. It was more than she expected, but as she opened her eyes and looked to the one in her presence, he realized she was awake and gave her a bright smile.

"Ah! Knight Astlin, right? Glad to finally have you back with us."

"I… t-thank you. How embarrassing. I never… never got your name either."

He just chuckles, something she finds quite endearing.

"They call me the Mayor around these parts. I'm Mayor of a little place called Sanctuary. That's where you are now. You're in good hands, I prom-mmph!"

She didn't know what came over her. But Knights of the Brotherhood of Steel weren't shy maidens waiting to be swept off their feet. As the Mayor spoke, she found herself staring at his lips. She decided they were quite kissable… so, she reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him in for a kiss. What happened next led to him on top of her, and her writhing beneath him as his hands moved over her skin-tight bodysuit.

Tara noticed her armor missing, but in that moment, she really could have cared less. She needed… she needed the Mayor. She needed him to FUCK her. There was nothing she wanted more, right then. And as his hands moved over her body, as he kissed her back and their tongues intertwined, Tara rather thought he felt the same way. That is, until a baby's cry rent the air and caused her to freeze in wide-eyed shock.

They pull apart then, and while the Mayor is a bit flustered, he's also grinning a little, answering the unspoken question on Tara's mind.

"That'd be Hope. She's the daughter of a vault dweller named Nora. She's also my daughter, I suppose. Just born last week. She's got quite the set of lungs on her, but we've made the settlement safe in these last nine months. Made it so that no one is getting in to take out future from us."

Tara flushed, even as she stared up into the Mayor's eyes. All at once, she was both immensely aroused and completely ashamed. She'd basically made out with a taken man! Now, he hadn't exactly resisted her, but how was he supposed to when she was s-so forceful with him?! Of course, the Mayor seems to see the look on her face, and he reads it correctly, even as he chuckles and shakes his head.

"You don't have to worry, Knight Astlin. Nora won't mind, if you want to go further. Half the women in Sanctuary are pregnant with my babes at this point."

Tara's mouth opens and then closes as she processes this information. And then her blush is even brighter, because now she's imagining herself with a rounded belly, and while it would normally have been dismissed out of hand by the old Tara, it seemed she'd undergone a bit of a transformation due to her near-death experience, because now it sounded like everything she wanted from life.

"… Please, impregnate me."

She's never been once to mince words. The Mayor blinks at that, staring down at her in surprise… but to his credit, he doesn't bother mincing words, he doesn't ask her if she's sure. He just grabs her by her hips and flips her over, pulling down the zipper to her body suit that's at the nape of her neck. It only takes him a few moments to get his cock inside of her from there. He's as eager as she is, just as Tara hoped.

In that moment, as he finally penetrates her, and his cock fills her, Tara feels a deep sense of satisfaction that she's never felt before. She attributes it to the near-death experience again of course. She doesn't truly realize that she's being influenced, doesn't realize that she's spent a day now in the presence of the Mayor, even if most of the day was spent unconscious.

Tara Astlin might have been a Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, but right now she was nothing more than a woman who wanted desperately for the man currently beginning to fuck her to place a thick load of his cum inside of her cunt. To that end, the prone woman pushes her hips up to meet the Mayor's thrusts. She bounces back against the young man's pistoning prick, and she moans wantonly as he fills her with his thick man meat again and again.

He's so very large. She thinks he might be larger than any other man before, but she's in too much of a daze to truly know for sure. All she really knows is that it feels good. It feels so damn good, and all Tara wants is for the pleasure to continue forever. All she wants is for this moment to never end. Perhaps it never will. Perhaps he'll fuck her and fuck her and fuck her for all eternity.

Tara doesn't expect that though, of course. She knows better. And even as her mind goes blank from each climax he pulls from her, she does find herself considering what's going to happen next. Because once he's done with her, whether he makes her a mother or not, she has to consider where her loyalties lie. Not even a day ago, she would have declared they lay with the Brotherhood quite vehemently. And yet, something he'd said back in the training yard stuck with her.

She'd told him she was already part of another group. He'd joked about the ferals and what not, but he'd also looked around the yard, as if to ask where her comrades were if she was a part of their group. And it was true. The Brotherhood of Steel had left her behind. Recon Group Artemis, or what remained of it, had moved on without her. She wasn't AWOL, she was MIA, and would probably be presumed KIA if she didn't bother checking in.

But why bother? The Mayor's cock filling her so nicely brought Tara to another delicious, delightful climax, and as her insides clenched down around the pistoning prick burying itself inside of her drooling quim, she truly wondered why she needed to go anywhere. Why not stay in Sanctuary? If the Mayor was truly going to make her a mother, she would need support that the Brotherhood of Steel might not be able to offer. She would need a community, not an army.

The Brotherhood was very good at what they did. But what they did was not raising children. This community on the other hand… the young Hope had already quieted down by now. The cry she'd let loose had been a loud one, but it'd also been the only one. Someone, perhaps her mother, had already moved to take care of her.

Meanwhile, the girl's father was doing his damnedest to fulfill Tara's wish. She could feel it, could feel him getting closer to a release inside of her. And as he finally, FINALLY filled her with his seed, pumping it directly into her womb, Tara arched her back and cried out, letting loose her own voice towards the heaven as she came one last time right alongside him.

They end up cuddling afterwards, and even this aspect of life in Sanctuary surprises Tara. The Mayor must be an important man, but he has such time to spend with her?

"Mister Mayor…"

He looks to her with a lifted brow, and Tara blushes, aware that the young man's seed is even now leaking out of her freshly fucked cunt.

"I'd like to stay… if you'll have me."

A wide smile spreads across his face.

"Of course we would, Tara. Welcome home."

And the words just feel so damn right. Tara is finally home.

-x-X-x-

They really hadn't been at the abandoned training yard to clear out ghouls or inadvertently save a Brotherhood of Steel Knight. Even if she was absolutely phenomenal looking, and Bryan had quite enjoyed fucking her. It just… hadn't originally been his intention. Just like becoming Mayor of Sanctuary and a father over half a dozen times over hadn't originally been his intention.

But that was where they were now, and not only was Sanctuary doing well, it was outright booming. They were growing at a rate Bryan wouldn't have thought possible. But that just meant they needed more room. And in more ways than one. He and his people had made a perimeter around the original Sanctuary. They'd cleared out the bandits that were nearby, dealt with the ghouls and the mutants that needed to be dealt with.

There wasn't a threat for miles around Sanctuary. But now that Sanctuary was growing big enough to spill over into Concord, that no-threat zone needed to grow bigger to match it. And on top of that, they needed more settlements, more forward outposts. That was where both the training yard and Outpost Zimonja came into place.

The training yard wasn't a place they were likely to settle in any time soon. However, Outpost Zimonja was more like it. Plus, Nora thought she might be able to fix the radio tower if they took it over. That woman could do anything if she put her mind to it. The thing was, Outpost Zimonja wasn't just overrun with some ghouls like the National Guard training yard had been.

It was settled by raiders and bandits, and they were fairly entrenched in the place. Rumor had it that a man named Boomer was in charge of the lot, and not only did he have a set of power armor that he kept on at all times, he also wielded a Fat Man. That was a dangerous weapon, no matter the circumstances. Best care scenario if it went off, Bryan and his people were far enough away that only the raiders died. But it still wasn't very desirable, having a damn mini-nuke go off in the middle of the outpost that they wanted to make their newest forward settlement.

So a plan had to be devised, and weapons and gear had to be procured. That was where the training yard had come in. Tara was just a cherry on top that Bryan greatly enjoyed plucking in his role as Mayor of Sanctuary. She'd bear his children quite happily, just like the rest of the women did. But what they'd really been after… they'd gotten in spades.

There was the M113 APC with a fifty cal machine gun attached to it, as well as two M35 trucks. Not to mention the assault rifles, the ballistic armor, and plenty of ammo. But the best finds of all had to be the pair of nearly pristine T-51 Power Armors that they managed to bring back from the training yard. All in all, it was a good haul. It was a perfect haul for what they planned to do.

But not even all that gear would neutralize the threat of a Fat Man. No, instead that was where Bryan came in. Because while he wasn't a fighter, while he wasn't a brawler or a one-man army like Nora… he was a pretty good sharpshooter. That was why Bryan was up on a hilltop overlooking Outpost Zimonja from a good several hundred feet away. Staring through a scope, he tracked one raider in particular… Boomer, in his power armor, carrying that Fat Man as he walked about the camp.

Boomer had to be disabled before they could move in. Of course, if Boomer WAS disabled, his men would probably try for the Fat Man as swiftly as possible. That was why they had to time this properly. And that was why Bryan's shot would be the signal, no matter what. He only had one chance to get this right. Only one chance to take Boomer down without getting his people killed.

Waiting for that moment, waiting for the exact instant… one might call it torturous. But Bryan was a scavenger by nature. He knew how to do patience. He knew how to avoid making mistakes that might cost him his life. All he had to do, was wait. And eventually, the moment came. Boomer moved over to some crates and set down his Fat Man over to the side so that he could use both of his arms to open one up.

That was the moment Bryan was waiting for. Boomer was unarmed now, and a shot wouldn't end with him accidentally firing that Fat Man at the last second. Of course, there was still the chance that Bryan's sniper rifle wouldn't penetrate the power armor. While he could have made a shot for Boomer's head, the thought of it missing, or worse, of it failing to penetrate… it had him aiming lower instead.

Not many knew, but there was a particular spot on a Power Armor spine that could disable the whole thing if it was shot to pieces. It was basically the center of the Power Armor's nerve system. Not the energy core, no, shooting that was likely to make the whole thing explode, which would then cause the Fat Man's mini-nuke to explode as well.

But just above the energy core… Bryan inhales, exhales… and then takes the shot. The bullet flies through the air, imbeds itself in the spine of the Power Armor, and Bryan waits with baited breath to see if his sniper fire worked, even as his people rush in. The M113 APC and the M35 trucks roll up and two of his troops, dressed in their own fully operational Power Armor, jump out and begin to spray with their assault rifles.

Boomer, meanwhile… has fallen over onto the ground, silent as the power armor he's in dies around him. The raider leader is still alive of course. Bryan wasn't being generous or anything like that, but he couldn't have guaranteed a kill shot, merely a disabling shot. Watching as his people tear apart the rest of the raiders, Bryan smiles, slowly gets up, and slings his sniper rifle over his back as he heads down to meet up with them. Outpost Zimonja would be theirs. It was a foregone conclusion, at this point.

-x-X-x-

Mayor! Mister Mayor! Over here, we've got a live one! This is something you've GOT to see!"

Blinking, Bryan turns to see two of his girls standing over the fallen power armor of Boomer. He's surprised that they'd call him over for something like that. He'd have thought they'd just kill the man and be done with it. As he approaches, curiosity pushing him onward, the young Mayor finds out just why they haven't shot the disabled man dead yet.

Boomer isn't a man at all, or at least, the person in his power armor isn't. Instead of a hardened grizzled raider, Bryan finds himself looking down into a pretty feminine face, topped with red hair that spills down her shoulders now that her power armor's helmet has been removed. Her eyes are a startling shade of blue and Bryan finds himself getting hard right then and there without even seeing the rest of her.

"… You're not Boomer. Who're you supposed to be? Where's Boomer?"

The young red head scowls at that, glaring and gnashing her teeth. But it's clear that she's not getting out of this easily. And all of the other raiders are already dead, so…

"He's dead! Killed him weeks ago…"

Bryan can't help but be impressed. It doesn't sound like she's lying, and he's always been good at telling when someone is lying.

"Did you now? How'd that happen?"

As usual, his attention causes a very distinctive reaction with the beautiful young woman. She flushes and glances away, even as she answers him in a slightly softer tone.

"He made me his personal whore. So I stuck a knife in his belly, watched him bleed out, and hid the body in the dump. Took his power armor for myself. Wasn't too hard to figure out…"

He's even more impressed now. Nodding slowly, he crouches down and grabs the red head by her chin, forcing her to look back to him. She tries to glare, but there's no heat in it, and it's clear she's blushing as he looks into those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.

"You're very brave. You got a name?"

"… B-Bloom. It's Bloom."

Bryan smiles and nods at that.

"Well Bloom, how would you like to join me and mine? This is going to be our new settlement… and once we get that Power Armor of yours fixed up, we could use your expertise and a mind like yours in protecting it."

Those gorgeous blue eyes are wide now as she stares up at him in surprise.

"R-Really."

Bryan just grins. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh yeah… really."

-x-X-x-

Later that night, it's no surprise when he finds Bloom waiting at his door. Once they'd pried her out of that Power Armor, she'd proven to be short… but also stacked. He could see why the deceased Boomer had taken a liking to her, with the wide hips and the delicious breasts she's sporting. Of course, now that Outpost Zimonja belongs to them, as Mayor of Sanctuary, Bryan had been given Boomer's old quarters. Which meant Bloom had nowhere to sleep… she could have easily taken a bunk of course, but she'd come to him instead.

"C-Can I come in?"

The fiery red head was far less fiery as he nodded and stepped aside, letting her pass him. She's blushing up a storm of course, and it's clear what's going on as she squirms beneath his gaze.

"I want… I want to thank you. I dunno how much longer I could have kept up the charade. And I dunno what those bastards would have done to me when they found out."

Bryan chuckles at that and shrugs his shoulders.

"Well, you did have the nuclear option I suppose."

Bloom smiles slightly at that joke, but ultimately shakes her head.

"No… you showed me today how weak that defense was. I couldn't keep the Fat Man in my hands twenty-four seven. No more than I could have stayed in that Power Armor out in public for much longer without causing unwanted questions. You saved me… and you spared me as well."

When she moves in and kisses him, Bryan lets her. He's got no problem with the grateful girl giving a little something back to him. Of course, after a moment, he brings his hands up to her shoulders and gently begins to push her down to her knees. Bloom gets the idea, and soon she has his cock out of his pants and is stroking it up and down as she stares up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.

"How… how do you want me?"

"Use those fantastic breasts, sweetheart."

She does just that. Tugging her top down and letting her titties free is the work of a moment, and then she leans up so that she can wrap her fat chest around his thick prick, stroking up and down. At the same time, she begins to spit on his cockhead and slurp and suck at it as well, leaning down with her lips to begin playing with his dick tip.

Bryan groans as he tilts his head back. She's quite good at what she does, and it's not long before the titjob-blowjob combo sends him over the edge. With his cockhead in her mouth, he ends up filling her cheeks with spunk… which Bloom happily swallows down, every last drop disappearing into her gullet. When she pulls back, she licks her lips and then smiles up at him.

"Please, Mister Mayor… make me your woman."

It's all she truly understands, obviously. Bryan can only imagine what sort of pain Boomer put her through that she ultimately decided to kill him. But Bryan isn't that sort of man. He places Bloom on her back on the bed behind them, and then he crawls on top of her, his messy prick sliding up between her willingly spread thighs. As he slowly slips inside of her, Bloom moans and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Yesss, Mister Mayor… j-just like that. Please, make love to me."

He's perfectly willing to do so. He has his women who enjoy a bit of pain, who enjoy some rough sex. Being nice and gentle with Bloom might require a different set of skills when it comes to sex, but Bryan has those skills as well, and he's capable of being quite the loving gentleman in bed when he wants to be. Bloom experiences this first hand as he slides in and out of her, filling her with his meat and then retreating before doing it all over again.

She moans, she mewls, and she cries out as he hits particularly deep places within her dripping wet quim. It's not long before her first orgasm wracks her body, causing her naked breasts to bounce and jiggle enticingly before Bryan's eyes. Of course, he leans in and captures a nipple with her mouth. Slurping and licking and sucking at her breasts, Bryan enjoys this part of her body as well… and Bloom basks in the pleasure he's offering her.

"I-I love you… I love you, Mister Mayor. I a-always will."

Yes she will, thanks to his pheromones. Still, Bryan can't help but be a little touched by the heartfelt words. He also can't really bring himself to reciprocate just yet. It would be a lie, and while he's lied before… well, instead he settles for kissing Bloom, long and deep. His tongue and her tongue intertwine as he gives it to the red head, slow and sensual. He fills her again and again, even as his hands grope and knead at her massive breasts.

She's gorgeous, perfect… and he's of half a mind to leave her in charge here when he eventually has to return to Sanctuary. Hm, perhaps not in charge, but maybe as the second in command to whoever he actually DOES put in charge. Regardless, one thing's for sure… Bryan isn't leaving without making sure she has a bun in the oven as well.

As Bloom climaxes around his thrusting member, Bryan feels it, her inner walls clutching and clinging to his shaft. He feels it, and he knows that he's getting close. With a groan, he lets himself go. His seed fills Bloom to the brim, and she cries out one final time as he pumps his cum directly into her womb. Then, he's out of her and laying down beside her as she curls into him. There's a smile on the red head's face as she rests her head on his chest and begins to fall asleep on the spot.

It's not a bad idea… it's been a long day, long for him and even longer for her. Sleep sounds just great, so Bryan lets himself drift off as well.

-x-X-x-

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