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It was supposed to be a simple scouting mission. Find out what (or who) had been killing all the prospectors that had passed by Jack Rabbit Springs and then get out, lest you end up like the rest. But of course, the Mojave had other plans. As it usually did.
You ran as fast as your legs would take you, dodging the bullets that the super-mutants fired at you, their disgusting Centaurs spewing their acid in tandem. Your lungs ached as you drew in another deep breath, forcing yourself to move faster. You had heard of a small cave that had been carved out by some of the local Prospectors as a small rest stop. It has to be nearby. If it’s not... You didn’t want to entertain the idea. You had survived two to the dome at point black range, you could totally survive this, right?
Reaching the top of the steep rocky hill, you took a second to catch your breath, looking behind you. The super-mutants had lost interest, clearly not willing to work for their prey, but the Centaurs still pursued you. Patting yourself down, you grabbed a landmine and armed it, tossing it down the hill, before descending the other side. A loud explosion was heard behind you, a high pitch screech following it. Relief flooded you. At least that’s taken care of.
You spotted the door to the supposed Prospector's Den, a few dead prospectors lay just in front of the ajar door. I can’t catch a fucking break today. Checking the still warm bodies, you could tell that they had not been dead for too long. Reloading your silenced pistol, you begin to hype yourself up for whatever was on the other side of the door. Just be quiet and aim for the head. Quick and easy.
Nudging the door open with your foot, you silently slip inside. Lights could be seen at the bottom of the alcove, illuminating the space. A few more dead prospectors littered the ground, one laying atop a picnic table and the others on the ground. Slowly creeping down the sloped rock way, you listen for any signs of life.
Muttering could be heard just out of sight, along with the squelching sounds of what you presumed to be the feasting of flesh. At this point you could tell that this cave was being occupied by some Jackals. Holding back a retch, you peeked around the corner to see where the cannibals were. Two sat on the ground, snacking on the poor son of a bitch that lay just a foot away from them, while another one leaned against the side of the bunkhouse, taking a few drags off of his cigarette.
You couldn’t really tell what they were saying but you didn’t really give a shit. Readying your pistol, you took a few moments to compose yourself before attempting to pick them off. You finished off the two on the ground in seconds, too drunk on blood to even know what hit ‘em, but the one against the bunkhouse was quick to react. He got off a few shots before you nicked him in the neck, sending him against the bunkhouse and down to the ground.
You quickly went up against the outside of the door, listening for any signs of life inside. After a few moments, you slowly turned the doorknob and eased the door open, just enough to take a peek. The hallway was dark, save for the jukebox illuminating the front room immediately to your right. Slipping in and shutting the door, you listened closely. You could tell you weren’t alone.
Waiting for your eyes to adjust, you slowly crept down the hallway. As you got closer to the next doorway, you could see the faint glow of what you assumed was an oil lantern. Peeking around the corner, you saw that it was a medium sized room with a few mattresses on the ground that each had their own footlocker. Lockers lined the wall closest to you. I’ll have to make sure to give this place a once over before I leave.
Two Jackals lay on the various mattresses, deep in slumber, their faces coated with blood and flesh, another dead and mangled prospector laid in a bed next to them. A look of disgust passed over you before calmly walking into the room, pistol raised. Placing the barrel to the head of the Jackal, you pulled the trigger once, and then again while pointed at the other.
Waiting another beat to see if more came to their aid, you were satisfied that you had cleared the cave and bunkhouse if it’s vermin. Walking out into the hallway, you began to feel along the wall in search of the lights. With a stiff click, the luminescent lights buzzed to life. The place was unsurprisingly a mess. Prospectors weren’t organized folk to begin with, but with the Jackals coming in and stirring things up, the place had seen better days.
Setting down your backpack, you began to get to work finding any salvageable items. There was a third room towards the back of the bunkhouse that was used as a supply closet. You rubbed your hands together in excitement as you began to sift through the reloading bench, bullet casings hitting the floor occasionally with a clink .
You were so in the zone that you didn’t hear the door creak open ever so slightly. You stopped what you were doing and listened. Was that the door? Reaching for your pistol, you peeked around the corner. The empty hallway beckoned you to come see what was amiss. Stepping slowly down the hallway, you glanced into the middle room, the dead Jackals and prospector still in their place. You moved forward and looked into the front room.
The jukebox quietly played whatever song Mr. New Vegas had on at the moment, the colorful lights illuminating the room. Everything was just as it was, not a soul in sight.
Sighing, you holstered your pistol, turning back towards the back room when you suddenly ran into something very sturdy. Well. Someone very sturdy. With a yelp, you began to fall backwards as you reached for your pistol, when the person grabbed a hold of your waist, steadying you, purposely blocking your access to your pistol.
“Well if it isn’t the infamous Courier. Running more scavenging errands instead of visiting Lord Kaizar ?” Vulpes Inculta spoke with a sneer. He was adorned in his usual Legion gear, the coyote hood and goggles resting around his neck. His almost white blonde fluffy hair was ruffled, part of the front slicked with sweat against his forehead. He must have entered the cave just behind you.
Shoving him off you, you shoulder checked him as you walked back to the supply room, ignoring him, as per usual. He liked to pop up places you were at to annoy you into seeing Caesar. You rolled your eyes and began to rummage around the reload bench again. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked.
“No quips? No witty remarks?” Vulpes rested against the door frame, arms crossed. You placed your hands on the bench in frustration before looking at him.
“Can’t you see I’m busy? Why don’t you go find some other profligate to annoy?” You rested your hands on your hips and quirked an eyebrow at him. Vulpes simply stared back, not responding. Groaning, you shoved past him and went into the middle room, going through the lockers. Like a moth to a flame, he followed.
You managed to find a few stimpaks as well as some radaway. Throwing them into your bag, you turned back to find Vulpes had moved to stand just a few inches from you. Out of pure reflex, you jumped slightly at the sudden closeness, fist going for his face. He grabbed your wrist just before your knuckles could connect with his nose. His grip was tight, not letting up as you went to pull your wrist back.
“Can ya let go, fox boy?” You glared at him as you gave another tug. He looked from your wrist down your arm, almost as if he was admiring you. Feeling your face heat up, you gave one more tug, your arm finally free.
“You said you were from a vault from the east?” Vulpes’ gaze traveled over your body, visually devouring you. Picking up your bag, you held it in front of you in an attempt to obscure his traveling eyes. He lingered for a moment longer before meeting your eyes again, waiting for a response.
“Uh, yeah. Vault 101. Why?” You asked. Why did he want to know? You thought. You wouldn’t put it past him to act like a snob about it, how you and the other dwellers ‘relied on technology to survive’, as if you had had a hand in your residency. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he searched your face. Did he think you were lying? You mentally scoffed at the notion.
“Fine. Don’t answer me. Like I give a shit.” You pushed past him once again, and headed back to the front room. Since he clearly was uninterested in leaving you alone, it was time for you to take your leave. You could come back again later with Boone or something, someone that wouldn’t be afraid to shoot first and ask questions later when it came to Vulpes Inculta. You began to pack your things up when he began to slowly make his way over to you.
“Hopefully you are leaving in a hurry to make your way over to the Fort. Lord Kaizar awaits. It’s best not to keep him waiting.” Vulpes had his hands behind his back as he looked down at you. You were about 5’4” last time you checked, and up this close he towered over you. Too bad, you thought, if only he was a little shorter, then he’d be in prime headbutt to the nose range.
“Well Lord Kaizar can shove it up his—“
Vulpes had you pinned against the wardrobe in less than a second. His right hand gripping your throat. Not enough to obstruct your airway, but tight enough to send the message loud and clear. You instinctively gripped his wrist and tried to pull it away from you.
“You will hold your tongue before I—“
Before he could finish his sentence, you hooked your leg around the back of his knee to get him to lose his footing, hoping he would let you go. Much to your dismay, he brought you with as he fell to the ground like a sack of tatos.
Adrenaline began to pump through your veins as you both tried to gain the upper hand in this school yard squabble. He had size and strength on you, but you were quick and agile. You tried to grab your pistol before he batted it out of your hand, sending it sliding under the bed nearby. Cursing, you had to quickly think of a way to get him to let go of you. A mischievous smile appeared on your lips.
As he attempted to grapple you into his arms from behind you, you opened your mouth and bit down as hard as you could into his forearm. Vulpes yelped in pain, letting you go immediately. You quickly turned. shoving him to the ground with your forearm. Straddling him, you grabbed his machete, and held it to his throat. You both panted heavily, you watched him intently as he stared up at you with a scowl, his face bright red, lips parted slightly.
His arm was bleeding onto the ground as he rested back on his elbows. You both didn’t speak, still catching your breath. You pressed the blade into his skin, earning a hiss from him.
“You look so good like this, fox boy. Face red, bloodied, a blade pressed to your throat.” You mused, Vulpes’ eyes narrowed as he opened his mouth to speak. You pressed the blade harder into his throat, causing him to whimper. Your eyes widened in realization. He was enjoying this! You felt him shift underneath you, and that’s when you felt it.
Vulpes was at full mast underneath all of his Legion regalia. The mischievous smile returned to your face as you rolled your weight in his lap, earning another whimper.
“You know, I never thought that the great Vulpes Inculta, leader of the frumentarii, one of Kaizars most trusted men, would get off on being bested in battle by a woman .” You giggled to yourself. You ground into his lap again, causing him to involuntarily grind upwards against you as he stifled what you knew was a moan. You were going to enjoy every minute of this.
“Bested? Hardly. You have no honor in your fighting tactics, profligate .” He spat. His face was growing redder by the moment, his chest heaving despite laying almost flat on the ground. A slight drip of blood began to trickle down his throat. The cut was no worse than a paper cut, but seeing the blood drip sent a weird, fucked up thrill through you. You eyed his throat hungrily before meeting his gaze again.
You could tell he was nervous, unsure of how to proceed, unsure of how to get out of this predicament. You could easily slit his throat and leave him here for more Jackals to find. He studied your face, trying to determine your next move, when you pressed the machete deeper for just a moment, wanting to see the fear in his eyes before tossing it to the side with a smirk.
A silence hung in the room, save for the staticky signal of the radio. You wondered what he was thinking when he lunged towards you, sending you on your back, your hands pinned under his above your head.
“You will pay for your foolishness.” He spoke, a hint of annoyance and arousal coated his words.
Blood from his neck dripped down his throat. With his pelvis pressed firmly against your own, you could tell he was still rock hard. You ground yourself against him as you innocently looked up at him, tilting your head to the side.
His eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, relishing in the friction you were creating. You should have felt disgusted with yourself. This was Vulpes Inculta . He had done so many unforgivable things, you should have plunged his machete into him, silencing him forever. Would have been doing the world a favor.
But right now, all you could think about was how he would feel once he was inside you, teeth biting into your neck and shoulder, hands gripping your thighs and hips so tight the bruises would take weeks to go away. The grunts and moans he would purr into the crook of your neck as he came inside you.
The look on your face must have given away how high you were on this fantasy of yours. Vulpes’ mouth crashed into yours harshly as his hips canted into you. You groaned into him as he pressed your hands into the floor for purchase. He nipped at your lower lip, wanting full access to your mouth, which you happily gave. Vulpes deepened the kiss, a low rumble coming from him. Is this motherfucker… growling?
He began to pepper kisses and nips down the side of your jaw and onto your neck. You mewled as he broke skin with a particularly hard bite. Blood painted his lips when he pulled back to admire his handiwork. You knew your pupils were blown out by this point, any coherent thought dead on arrival; All you wanted at this point was to be fucked, and hard.
Vulpes drew your hands together to hold them with one hand while the other began to explore your body, starting with a surprisingly soft caress to your cheek. His hand moved down to your throat giving it a slight squeeze, earning a whimper from you, before dragging it down to your chest. He soon grew tired of trying to knead your tit through your layers before finally snaking his hand up your shirt, his hand felt rough against your soft skin.
He continued to hungrily devour your lips with his as he fondled your chest, his thumb running over your sensitive bud. You rolled your hips against him, trying to get some sort of relief. If you had access to your hands you would have already guided him to where you needed him most.
The ever-so-annoying fox granted you what you wanted as his hand began to travel downwards, groaning into his mouth as he his hand ghosted over the apex of your legs.
“So needy.” He said, almost a whisper, as he breathed into your ear. You rolled your eyes. Yeah, sure. You were the needy one. His hand fiddled with the button of your shorts, popping it apart with ease. He was taking his time, that was for damn sure. You felt like you were on fire, sweat drenched your hairline, your breathing erratic. You mumbled your pleas under your breath when he stopped his progress, earning a whine from you.
“What was that?” Vulpes pulled away and stared into your eyes. You knew he was holding back a smirk as hard as he could. You wanted to kick him in the face for stopping his ministrations. Fucking fox bastard.
“You know what I said.” You managed to say.
“No, I don’t think I did. That’s why I asked, sweet Courier.” Now the shit eating grin had appeared on his face. You maintained your staring contest, when his hand began to retract, causing you whimper in protest and give in to his demands.
“Fuck. Fine.” You stared up at him in desperation. “Please, keep going–” You glared at him as he pretended to think it over.
“I will do so, as long as the cussing stops. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” His words went straight to your clit. You nodded and pressed yourself against him, urging him to continue. The smile that appeared on his face was one of victory.
Here he had the infamous Courier Six, underneath him like a bitch in heat, almost begging for his cock. The way your flushed face and blown eyes looked up at him would have any man cum his pants in an instant, but lucky for you, he was not just any man.
Vulpes’ hand dipped below the waistline of your panties, slowly inching his way down. Your whining had begun to rise in octaves, hips rolling on their own accord. He chuckled above you, watching your face as he massaged you without dipping between, wanting to draw out your misery. He needed to wait for the right moment to strike.
“Just do it alre— ah!” You went to nag at him when he dipped his finger between your folds, gathering your slick as he began to slowly circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you moaned, loudly. Your pussy was on fire and his touch was cool and soothing.
You had honestly assumed that the men of the Legion didn’t even know what a clitoris was, let alone how to pleasure someone with one. Your mind momentarily thought about whether Vulpes was a virgin or not but by the way his fingers were massaging you, you could only assume that he had had a good first teacher.
You rode his hand desperately trying to get him to go faster. All you could think about was how you wanted something inside you, you felt so incredibly empty.
Vulpes would go back and gather more slick before going back to his slow movements. You knew he was doing this on purpose, but who was going to give first? Your pride or his impatience? You knew the answer.
“Please…” You whined. He leaned down and took your lips in his as he began to pick up his pace. You pressed your mouth into his as the pleasure coursed through you, yet you still wanted more. You knew that closed mouths didn’t get fed, but goddamn did you hate asking for more, especially from this jackwagon. Swallowing your pride once more, you pulled away from the kiss.
“More.” You breathed against him.
“I need specifics, Courier.” He nipped at your jaw. You growled in frustration.
“Just— I need your fingers, ngh—“ He slowly began to slink his fingers down but paused, wanting you to finish your request. “inside. Please—“
“Good girl.”
Vulpes pressed a tender kiss to your throat before letting go of your hands, unexpectedly. He moved away, earning a whine from you. He then picked you up, setting you on the bed that was in the corner of the room, next to the wardrobe. He pulled your hips to the edge of the bed.
Vulpes removed your shorts and panties in one tug, tossing them to the side of the room. He placed your calves on either side of his head as he began to kiss and nip up your thighs. Your already flushed face grew a million degrees hotter as he closed in on you.
You panted as you watched him begin to kiss the side of your folds. The blanket on the bed wrinkled in your death grip, your knuckles turning white. Your whimpers were music to his ears. You had closed your eyes, anxious with anticipation. You opened them again and met his eyes, filled with lust and hunger.
You were a seven course meal and he was a starved man.
Vulpes licked a long strip, stopping to suckle on your clit. You yelled out in ecstasy, head hitting the mattress, back arching. He held you in place as he began to lap at you, his growls sending vibrations through you. You couldn’t help yourself, you were a moaning mess. Even the girls at the Gomorrah would blush.
He gripped the top of your thighs so tightly, you knew you would have bruises. You were getting close to your peak when he moved away from your clit and began to kiss your thigh again. You huffed in frustration, almost in tears. Was this his plan all along? To kill you with blue balls?
You sat back on your elbows to chew him out when he seated two fingers inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your brain blue screening, mouth hung open in a silent cry. He then began to suckle on your clit as he worked you with his fingers.
You could feel the impending orgasm getting ready to hit you like a freight train. In an attempt to make sure he stayed where he was, as well as to ground yourself, you latched onto his fluffy hair with your hand. You gripped him, and hard, earning a growl from him.
The vibrations tipped you over the edge, your orgasm radiating throughout your entire body. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, certainly drawing blood, but at this point in time, you didn’t give a shit or fuck. It was probably pay back for you damn near scalping him with how hard you gripped him. You could vaguely hear him whimpering but it was hard to tell from your slutty moans.
Breathing heavily, you weakly released his hair from your grip and laid against the bed, absolutely devoid of all strength. Vulpes pulled off his goggles and hat from around his neck and tossed them aside with your clothes. You watched as he kicked off his boots and pulled off the leather armor, leaving him just in his red tunic. He moved over you again, taking your lips with his, tasting yourself on him.
“Iucundissimo sapore es.” He whispered into your ear.
Unsure of what he was saying, you pulled him towards you. Gathering up whatever strength you had, you nudged him to lay on his back. He looked at you with curiosity and hunger as he complied, resting a pillow against the headboard of the bed, propping himself up. You shed the remainder of your clothes and crawled towards him, kissing his lips, and then his jaw. Moving downward, his hard-on pitching a tent with the bottom of his tunic. You avoided touching him where he wanted you, earning a strained grumble from him.
“ So needy.” You parroted the words he used earlier, smiling innocently at him. His eyes darkened and you knew that your growing list of punishments was growing by the second. Moving his tunic up revealed his tight boxers, even tighter due to the obvious. His hips pushed up slightly at the feeling of your eyes on him, his hands gripped the blanket on the bed.
You began to kiss up his thigh, taking care to leave extra kisses along the scars. In another life, with different circumstances, you would take even more time to show the scars more love. Looking up at him, you could tell he was thinking something similar, an almost melancholic look on his face. Pushing those thoughts out of your mind, you began to tug down his boxers, Vulpes whimpering as he lifted his hips to aid in the removal of his boxers.
His cock stood tall, precum leaking from the tip. You began to kiss his hip and moved towards the apex of his legs. Looking up at him through half lidded eyes, you brought your hand up to him and began to stroke him. His hips jolted at the contact and he groaned under his breath, head tilting back slightly.
Pumping him a few times, you began to lick up his shaft, then taking him fully into your mouth.
“Eh— ngh” Vulpes’ hand flew to the back of your head in an attempt to push you all the way down onto him, desperate moans escaping from his mouth. Gagging slightly, you reached up and grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his flesh. He hissed in pain and glared at you. Taking as much as you could of him, you lightly dragged your teeth back up, letting him go with a ‘pop’.
“Better watch that hand of yours… wouldn’t want anything to happen. ” You kept eye contact as you took him all the way, his anger quickly subsiding, absolute pleasure replacing it. His cheeks were bright pink, his hair sticking up all over the place, eyebrows knitted together.
You wish you could get a picture of him in this state, blackmailing him to fuck off forever would be the best thing to happen to you and the Mojave.
His hips thrusted shallowly, trying to go as deeply as he could get away with, before angling his hips away from your mouth. You looked up at him, wondering if you did anything wrong, when he sat up a little bit to pull you into his lap, kissing you deeply.
“The only place I want to spill myself is inside you.” He spoke in between heated kisses. Grinding against him, you tried to line yourself up with him, desperately wanting to get this show on the road.
“Patience, Courier.”
The bed creaked under the shifting weight as he flipped you over onto your back, earning a gasp from you. He kissed you harshly as he ground against you, covering his cock in your cum, the head brushing over your still swollen clit. With your hands on his chest, you lightly dragged your nails up to his shoulders and back down.
Vulpes gripped onto the back of your thighs, pressing your knees towards you, spreading you open. He admired you and the state that you were in, causing you to blush. You furrowed your brows in embarrassment. Vulpes positioned himself right before your entrance, coating the head one last time. Your body was so sensitive that the light brushing of the head of his cock caused you to clench around nothing.
“If you don’t make a move soon, I am fully prepared to get up, leave, and go find some NCR soldier to help finish what you started.” You complained. Jeez, when did I get so bratty? Vulpes’ head whipped up in surprise, but also in what looked like annoyance? Irritation? Jealousy? You didn’t have much time to think about when Vulpes entered you abruptly, bottoming out.
You both groaned in unison. He could feel you clenching around him, velvety walls so warm and wet. All because of him. All for him. His jealousy began to fuel him, his thrusts rough and deep. Your knees were almost against your chest, which allowed him to hit the deepest part of you. Tilting your hips to meet his thrusts made you bite your lip to quiet yourself.
Vulpes looked at your mouth and narrowed his eyes, letting out a low growl. He thrusted even harder as he dug his nails into your thighs, causing you to whimper out loud. The look he gave you was borderline animalistic, the sounds he was making were primal. Pinning your legs down with his chest and shoulders, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“Do not quiet yourself.” Vulpes panted in your ear. “I want to hear every sound you make. Let everyone know who is making you feel this good.”
You shivered at his commandment, letting every mewl slip from your lips. The headboard hit the wall with every thrust of his hips. Whimpers, moans, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room, drowning out the radio.
“Aah– Vulpes, I’m–” You could barely speak.
The blooming feeling in your pussy began to pick up in speed, your impending orgasm just right around the corner. The back of your head pressed against the pillow, your back arching, breathing growing heavy. Your hands had found his forearms, nails digging in, when he stopped completely.
You let out a very high pitched whine, looking at him like he wounded you at the loss of your orgasm. You tried to rock against him when he pulled out. Your bottom lip damn near started to quiver when he spoke.
“You are a strong, beautiful woman.” He thrusted shallowly into you.
“So healthy, too. Living in a vault kept your body safe from radiation.” His pace began to pick up, as did your breathing.
“You will be the perfect—“ He groans. “—Mother to my children.” He slammed into you over and over again, your eyes shooting open now having registered what he said.
“What are you t-talking about, Vulp— ngh” He ran his hands up your chest and squeezed your tits, going back to his shallow, slow thrusts, causing your orgasm to subside again. You wanted to cry, tears begging to form in the corners of your eyes, you wanted to cum so badly.
“Have you not felt how our bodies are responding to one another? You were made for me,” Vulpes nibbled on the side of your throat, making sure to scratch his sharpened canines against your skin. His hands gripping your hips so hard you knew your bruises were going to have bruises. “I can’t get the look of you round with my children out of my mind, I will fill you over and over again… as long as it takes—“
Something awakened inside you as he spoke, the ‘primal desire to create life’ portion of your brain taking the reins, you let out a whine as you met his slow thrusts, lifting and rocking with your hips. Vulpes let out a guttural, animalistic groan at the eagerness you were exhibiting. In his eyes, this was you submitting to him, agreeing to let him father your children, agreeing to be his.
Kissing you hard, he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips towards him, sheathing himself fully once more. Pulling out and then slamming back in, he established a steady rhythm, bending forward. He rested his right arm on the bed and snaked it under you to grip your throat while his left hand gripped your hip.
“I love the feeling of you under me, this is where you belong—“ He nipped the tip of your ear, his hot breath and groans filled your senses. You whined in response, your breathing erratic.
His hips pistoned in and out of you at an intense pace, the bed creaking loudly now. The side of your face pressed into the pillow, hair messily falling every and which way.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, your body slowly beginning to seize up in pleasure. Vulpes’ hand applied pressure to your throat, stars filling your vision, heightening your pleasure ten fold.
A series of moans and cries spilled from your lips as you came, your pussy squeezing Vulpes’ cock like a vice. The noises your bodies were creating was downright sinful . You grasped at the blanket under you, hands losing feeling from how hard you gripped. His thrusts started to become sloppy, his own end approaching.
“Mea es tu, mea in aeternum—“ Vulpes spoke as he came, slamming into you. The feeling of him stuffing you to the brim sent a shiver down your spine. You suddenly cried out in surprise as he bit down hard on the flesh between your neck and shoulder. Blood ran down your shoulder to the front of your chest, seeping into the blanket. The pain radiating into your neck and back.
The taste of your coppery blood filled Vulpes’ mouth, causing him to growl in contentment, his hips sputtering to a stop. You tried to roll your shoulder in an attempt to get him to release you but he held strong. You began to feel his cum leak out of you, coating the front of your pussy. Resigned to your fate, you laid limp under him, your breathing beginning to steady. You could feel his heart still racing against your back (as well as his throbbing cock still inside you.)
Vulpes mumbled something into your shoulder before he released you, the gush of your warm blood flowing once more. He pulled you flush with him and rolled you both over to your sides, finally pulling out of you. You both sighed at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing anymore, cum dripping between your thighs. He snuggled into the crook of your shoulder and neck as he wrapped himself around you, pressing a small kiss to your right temple. You pushed your thoughts of domestic life to the back of your head as you snuggled into him, sleep overtaking you.
Vulpes awoke on his stomach, head buried in his arms and a pillow. He reached over for you, only to find himself alone. His head shot up and saw that you and your belongings were nowhere to be found. Cursing under his breath he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his face. He was upset with himself that he had fallen asleep with you. He had had an entire speech ready to convince you to come to the Fort with him as soon as you had woken up, but it seems that you had slipped out before he could convince you.
He began to redress himself, when he noticed a note staked to the wall with a knife. Adjusting his dog hood and goggles, he removed the knife, grabbing the note and reading the scribbled message:
Do not think that this means I will not kill you where you stand next time I see you. Watch your back, Foxboy.
He smirked at your message, knowing this was just an attempt from you to not feel guilty about what had transpired. He would always remember the look of pure ecstasy that encompassed your face, the way your body felt against his, how soft, velvety, and wet–
He stuffed the note in his pocket, trying to focus on deflating his erection. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he was sure his group he had left at Cottonwood Cove were beginning to worry about him.
Vulpes grabbed the rest of his belongings and took one last look at the bed, before leaving Prospector's Den.