Overview

Catherine’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Kuri’s thrusts became even faster, ramming into her body even harder than before. Each thrust caused a wave of intense pleasure to race through her, blocking out all coherent thoughts. All that was left was her burning desire to be fucked, to breed with this prime specimen of manhood. Unconsciously, her nails scraped across the skin of his back, leaving red marks in their wake as she continued moaning loudly, filling the room with the sounds of her intense pleasure. A cry of surprise escaped her as she felt his teeth suddenly sink into the flesh of her neck, before he began to suck on the wound. Her back arched, and she found herself pushing her neck into his mouth, “Oh God, Kuri~” She moaned, her entire body shuddering as the action made shivers run down her back that only seemed to intensify the feelings of pleasure that raced up from her cunt. One of her hands unconsciously moved to the back of his head, pushing his head into her neck. She wanted him to mark her. To claim her as his own. She had been waiting years for this moment, and she was happy that her dream of being claimed by her savior were coming true. Catherine tossed her head, another loud moan ripping from her throat as he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts where he began kissing the soft flesh of her globes. She gasped when he took a nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, sending stabs of pleasure through her breast that made her hips hump even more wildly into his own. Her eyes closed as she let out a long, low moan as her pussy convulsed around his cock and her body twitched. She could feel the rapid coiling in her lower abdomen, and she knew what was going to happen. She was going to cum around his cock, and her body was coiling tightly in anticipation. Her legs tightened around his waist as she moaned out, “Oh, Kuri~ I’m going to cu-cum soon!” Her head tilted back as her back arches, pressing her breasts harder into his mouth. Her pussy twitched around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper.

Kuri grins and continues pounding into Catherine's soaked cunny, feeling the flesh wrapping around him and squeezing as he picks up the pace and begins to fuck her ever harder and faster. He pants heavily, his mind clouded in the pleasure of her pussy succumbing to his cock and giving itself completely to him. Kuri leans down and kisses at her neck before baring his teeth and biting down roughly on the side of her neck before starting to suck on the fragile skin to leave a love bite on her. To mark her as his, and his alone. Her moans and gasps were melodies to his ears, and he could listen to them all day and night if he could. Kuri's crimson eyes are left in darkness as he closes his eyes and lets his body fully take in the feelings and sounds of her body as he claims it completely as his. He trails kisses down from his love bite on her neck down to her breasts and giving teasing kisses to the sides of her breasts before taking the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and applying a small amount of suction to it. His teeth clamp down gently, rapidly, and he gives occasional soft tugs to them as his hips continue to move fluidly in and out of her tight little cunt. "As you wish, princess~"

As I sit down silently I fiddle with a busted watch. I look around and the people and smile to some who catch my eye. I ask the bartender for a nuka cola if they got it. And then return to my fiddling ajusting my my hair enveloped in my work trying fix this please of junk was trickier than looks. I hunch over it looking at it from every angle. Then I see the problem. I'm missing a gear. I sigh defeated and wait for my drink.

As Kuri’s thrusts became rougher, the pleasure that ran rampant through Catherine’s body increased in intensity. She could slowly feel herself lose any kind of higher function, as all she cared about was his cock buried deep inside of her. She didn’t care if anyone heard them. Right now, her entire universe only consisted of them two. No one else mattered. Every thrust of his cock into her body sent a wave of pleasure so intense that it erased all thought from her mind, reducing her to the level of base instincts. Her hips moved with his thrusts, using her legs wrapped around his waist to raise herself up so that their thrusts were meeting one another. As his movements were regular, it allowed her to easily fall into his rhythm where they could move together as one. Her eyes remained closed, her face twisted in pleasure as she was fucked like she had never been fucked before. She hoped that this would continue for a long time, because she didn’t want this to even end. As she sank deeper and deeper into the intense waves of pleasure, her fingers itched with the desire to scratch along his back. To claw at him, to drive him on more. She hesitated to do that, though, because she knew that not every man was into that. But she had seen some men boasting about how scratched up they became, as it was a sign of how good they were in bed. Until today, Catherine had not really understood as to why. But now, she understood clearly. The storm of pleasure that she was subjected to made her want to cling onto Kuri for dear life, to dig her nails into him. But as she didn’t know his reaction to something like that, she clenched her fists as she clung onto his neck for dear life as her moans easily filled up the large, open room as he continued to fuck her on the bed, causing the wooden frame to squeak and groan in protest of its abuse. But Catherine didn’t care, and nor would she if it broke, because in her mind the bed was far less important than getting Kuri to fuck her as hard as possible, “Ahhhnn~ Fuck! Kuri~♥ Please! Fuck me harder!” She moaned out loudly.

As soon as Kuri heard that loud moan of hers, he knew that he had hit the jackpot. He angles himself so that he begins to hit that magical spot inside of her with each thrust. In his movements, he was letting her know that he knew exactly what he was doing. Essentially, he was claiming her as his, and this was the price for what she had asked of him. He smiles down at her, loving the ecstatic, pleasured expression on her face with her closed eyes. She almost looked like a doll, pure and innocent, though he knew it wasn't the case. His thrusts began to become rougher, hitting her g-spot and penetrating her womb with each hard thrust. He regulated his breaths, making sure to keep his body going for as long as he could so that he didn't give out on top if her like any inexperienced asshole. He gives a soft grunt each time that he hilts himself inside of her, loving the tightness that she brought him.

Catherine let out a loud cry of startlement as Kuri thrust harshly into her, his cock battering itself into the deepest part of her body that it could reach. There was a flash of intense pain, following by a flash of pleasure that made her body quiver beneath him. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt herself being stuffed like never before. She had never had a man so deep, so intimate with her. In her mind, Kuri was the only man deserving of it. She would not have the free life she had today if it wasn’t for him. He was her hero, and deserved every inch of her body for his pleasure. She took deep breaths into her lungs as she tightened her grip on him. She loved the feeling of his strong body pressing against hers, pinning her down into the bed. She especially loved the feeling of his lower abdomen pressing against her, ensuring that every inch of his magnificent cock was lodged firmly inside of her, taking claim of what was his. She knew that it was risky to have such unprotected sex, not only because she didn’t know what diseases he might have but also the risk of pregnancy, but she didn’t care. In fact, if this did result in a child it would make her happy although she had no idea what Kuri thought on the matter. It seemed like he didn’t care, because he didn’t seem to think twice before engaging in unprotected sex. She moaned softly when his lips kissed and bit at her neck gently, causing shivers to run through her body. Her moaning became louder as he gently thrust into her, the length of his hard cock running over the walls of her pussy and causing flickers of pleasure to run through her. Her eyes half closed as he began to speed up, humping his hips against her own and pushing his cock repeatedly into her body, “Oh, Kuri~” She moaned out as the flickers of pleasure became more intense. He seemed to be probing, searching for something and she knew exactly what he was looking for. She twitched her hips, helping to change the angle in which he was penetrating into her with his cock. After several moments, she let out a loud moan as his cock scraped against that sweet spot inside of her, “Ahh! Kuri!” She moaned out loudly.

Kuri smiles as Catherine encourages him to fill her womb eagerly, taking a moment to prepare himself. He grins and thrusts harshly into her, forcing himself past her cervix and into her womb. It was clear that no one had touched this part of her, as her cervix constricted with surprise around the intruding shaft. He leans his head down, beginning to kiss and bite gently at her neck as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. After a few moments of letting himself get accustomed to her hot pussy, Kuri began to pick up his speed, angling himself every so often in an attempt to find that special area inside of her. He needed to hear that telltale gasp from her lips to let him know that he had found her sweet spot so that he could use it to his advantage.

"My men need a passage into the city. No Pathfinders. No Brotherhood. They will reclaim what belongs to me. And we will leave Texas for good." Darling states, plainly and simply. She moves her eyes to meet his, her gaze burning with hatred.

"Fuck!" Jericho slammed his fist against the chair's arm before slumping back into it. His face was pulled back into the painful grimace of defeat. Darling was right, it didn't matter how much of a fight they put up, just one surprise barrage would be enough to have the entire city fighting an uphill battle for its entirety. Jericho adverted his gaze, his face dropped ever so slightly, like Darling at sapped the fight right out of him. "Just. . .tell me what you want." Jericho spoke through clenched teeth. "And I'll get you it."

"Enough. Your bravado has always been your weakness. I need one barrage to deliver what I must, and with prevailing winds my men should be able to stroll across the bridge in a few days time. Do not make me waste what stockpile I have on that hemorrhoid on the coast. Give me a way in. No blood, unless the Brotherhood of Steel gets in our way. Think it over." She states coldly, her eyes unmoving. Darling resumes tapping her boot against the coffee table, waiting patiently for the answer she desires.

'What is she doing?' he thought, 'she just gave away the valuable information of her possessing artillery. Why would she give that away? What, did my Pathfinders get caught on the way out here? She has to know I wouldn't let her fire another time. There's no way. . .Unless, she's telling me this because they are almost repaired. Unless she's telling me this because she fucking found them! SHIT. This isn't a bluff. Jericho she isn't bluffing. Your backup is probably gone man, and by the time you get back and send word she'll have blown everything away. . .Jesus Christ Jericho. That's if she even lets you get back.' Jericho winced and although subtle, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensed as his fingers twitching against the chairs arm. The moment was only a second, if not less, and Jericho's composure was back with him. His brow furrowed as his now eyes fixed onto Darling's. "You can fire once, but my Pathfinders won't give your spitfuck's the opportunity to fire a second shot." Fire crept up into his words now. "You think your men are the only ones out here? Go on Darling. Try it."

Darling rolls her eyes as Jericho blabber on and on. She detested his personality, such an optimist, always hoping for the best. She tapped the armrest of her chair until his theatrics were over. She waited a moment, just to be sure he wasn't going to launch into another rant. "The artillery guns we found, almost repaired. The Brotherhood, they have what I need. My men will relieve them of it, how much blood must be spilled is up to you. As soon as my artillery works, our business in Texas is over. The Devil's Brigade will leave." She says softly, her glare fixed on him. "How many more need to die, Jericho? How many more of your Pathfinders need to be thrown in the flames? Just give me what I want." She says coldly, her eyes moving to meet his, a tense mood filling the room.

His ex-employer's offer was a bit confusing. Just what exactly did she think she was getting at trying to offer him HER drugs? What, some sort of appeasement? It would be nice to indulge with Darling once more and Jericho did consider it but he wasn't about to start celebrating early. "Later," Jericho assured as he tapped the container shut with his foot. When she finally spoke Jericho stared at Darling wide-eyed before trying to blink away his utter shock. The sight before him was familiar; Darling casually wielding her dominance. It amazed the DJ how a beauty like Darling could be so strong yet so arrogant and her eyes always seemed so cold to Jericho. Even now they were unflinching despite the years that sat between the two. "You've never been good at the business talks, have you Darling?" Jericho began with a chuckle. "Listen, if you wan't to do business with someone, you should know you ought to explain your intent first." He leaned forward, closing the distance between the two. "I've tried to get you and your toy soldiers to play 'friends' with Gateport but you seem to have ignored that and now you ask for passage into Gateport? Ha!" Jericho slapped his knee with his palm as he gave an exaggerated laugh. He fell back into the chair, shacking his head as he wheezed a few more laughs out of himself. "Riddle me this, Darling. Why the hell do you want in to Gateport?" Jericho raised his gloved index finger. "And why the hell would I even consider letting you," Jericho continued, pointing his finger at Darling. "Of all people, in? You do know I'm supposed to Protect that place, right?" He rested his arms on the chair again, curious to see what it is she could say to convince him.

Darling pops open a metal box on the coffee table, which contains a tin of Mentats, a few jet inhalers, and a syringe of med-x. She slides the box across the table, bumping it against his shoe. She gestures for him to use whatever he wished. "Gateport. I need a way in. You will provide one." She grumbles as she leans back, never averting her gaze from him. Not necessarily looking him in the eye, but watching his movements closely.

"Oh you'd like that, yeah?" Jericho stopped mid-stride, leg held out mid-air, and he snapped his head back to Darling. Groomed eyebrows quirked up in surprise at Darling's choice of words before promptly placing himself across from her. "Well aren't we full of surprises today!" He leaned back into his seat as he propped a leg upon her table. With his arms stretched out across the chairs arch he finally gave the appearance of relaxing. "What do you want, Darling." He groaned.

"Jericho. You are lucky I didn't have them take your clothes too." She says in a low voice. Darling has a distinct voice, gravelly and flat, a reminder that she had almost been strangled to death. Her yellow eyes slowly size up Jericho, still tough as ever. But he was being cautious, as he knew that Darling had home field advantage. She gestures for him to have a seat across from her. "Come. Time for businesses." She growls

Jericho figured this would happen. He knew Darling listened to his radio and it wasn't the first time she had requested his presence but it was the first time she requested he be disarmed, which was definitely peculiar. Sure, the toy soldiers found his ankle pistol and piano wire but they missed the small thing of Jet hidden in a cuff pocket. If he knew Darling he knew she'd have Pyscho lying around and he wasn't about to let her get that edge on him. The DJ pushed the hand of a raider from his shoulder, shoving the guy to the side before shooting him daggers with his eyes. "Watch yourself or I'll learn where you sleep," Jericho spat at the raider before pushing past the other two and into Darling's office. The ride over was obnoxious to say the least and the walk between their caravan and her "abode" was droll. Some of the raiders recognized him from his time among them or previous visits but most kept to their business, creating a white noise of busy hands and shouts. The quiet of Darling's place was at the least welcoming. Sure beat being out there with her goons. Jericho wore his best, as usual. The reinforced mesh three piece suit of stark white and his flowing silver hair brought back into one large braid. Steel toed onyx dress shoes clicked against her hard wood floor, hands clasped behind his back as he began to pace the setting, like a cat in new territory. His sharp eyes scanned the room before finally resting upon Darling's nonchalant silhouette. Having had noted his exits and anything he might need to use in a pinch, Jericho began to speak. "Depriving a man of his weapons, Darling? That's a new low for you," Jericho said with a smirk as he approached her.

A courier drops off a sealed envelope to the radio station, addressed to Jericho. The letter is written on a piece of post war pressed paper, made of pieces of wood fiber pressed together to make crude sheets. Written in flowing cursive, probably with a pre war fountain pen, is the following Jericho, Heard you on the radio. Same bullshit, huh? Time to meet. Tomorrow. Raiders rock. Come alone. Darling -the next day- Darling sits in a tattered lounge chair, waiting for her men to escort Jericho to her. She crosses her legs, tapping the steel toe of her boot against the worn coffee table. She eyes an auto injector of Psycho tucked into a pouch on her armor. She had her men make sure Jericho was disarmed, but if it came down to hand to hand, there was no way she could take him. Not without a little shot, then she could beat him unconscious. Darling chuckles under her breath, smirking with anticipation.

Participants: @~Ava-chan~ @M. Valtore

Warning: This side story may contain scenes of a graphic nature. This will include, but is not limited to: Sex, authoritarian, bondage, oral, and stripping. If you find any of these themes disturbing or distasteful, then please avoid reading. Participants: Catherine Turner and Kuri Nakae Background: Kuri had stopped by the Black Unicorn during a mission for a quick rest and a drink. There, he met a girl named Catherine Turner, who he later revealed to have rescued during her teenage years. In return for his actions, she had agreed to go with him on his mission. And as pay for a new mission, Catherine had agreed to give Kuri her body ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kuri intertwined his tongue with hers as their passionate ambrace was deepened. Her lips and tongue tasted sweet, as if she were made from a sugary substance, though there was the slight taste of alcohol on her lips. He didn't mind though, as it seemed to give the illusion of more maturity than she displayed on her body. She breaks the kiss before starting to move through the curtains with her hand in his until he finds the bedroom. He leans down and whispers in her ear. "I want you to get on that bed and give me a nice strip tease~ " He gives her bottom a gentle pat before waiting for her to follow his orders

The Black Unicorn Bar has a large round counter, surrounded by stools, in the middle of the bar where the customers can order up anything on the menu. The rest of the bar has many wooden tables with metal chairs for customers to eat or chat with each other while a waitress shows up to take their order. There are stairs in the far right and left of the main entrance which leads to the 2nd floor where people may rent a room for the night. The top 3rd floor is for the workers and owner to stay which only a few are allowed to enter with a special key card each worker holds. Vergil's room is locked with his master key card allowing him to easily pass through all security with this card. (Bar Owner: Vergil)