Part two, end. Unless you think I should write more, not sure...

Don't own Fallout...again.

That fuckin' tone of hers had dropped to an octave that could match his own, yet it wasn't garbled and raspy, just dripped with lust. It was bewildering just hearing it - let alone seeing a matching expression on her face. What the hell was wrong with her that she had to come to Underworld for a 'roll in the hay'. Charon's scabbed lips parted as she leaned back on the bed, hands grasping the sheets behind her. Even the ghoulettes didn't try to show off, and here is this smoothskin that doesn't even need to try doing just that - it was insane.

He didn't need to be told what to do, he knew the drill. For the life of him he couldn't meet her gaze though, so he opted to stare at an exposed section of cement wall as he began unlatching the first belt to his armor. He fumbled once, twice, then finally it slipped free of its loop and slipped at his hips. The other one was easier, unlatching in seconds before he reached to the zipper covering a slowly growing bulge. The teeth of the zipper un-hooked half way down before he froze and jumped a few centimeters as the smoothskin stood and came towards him.

"Let me do that for you." He stilled, as she moved his hands from the zipper, resuming his disrobing for him. Why he was so shocked when his cock slipped out of his pants he didn't know, but he felt mortified. The cold air felt horrible as it aided to stiffen him up all the way. He stared, wide eyed down at the smoothskin, making eye contact a moment before those brown eyes tilted downwards. Fuck, she didn't need to see that.

Charon nearly barked as he grabbed her shoulders roughly, getting a little startled noise out of her. With his amount of muscle it wasn't hard to pull her closer and lift her up on her tip-toes, tactically blocking her ability to see the dick that now was pressing dangerously between her thighs. The blood gushed down to the tip of him and twitched against her heat, unable to not react to such a warm place. This was horrifying...wrong and had to have been a joke of some kind. The idea of this smoothskin really and truly wanting him to rip her a new one was unbelievable. He couldn't do it, he had to say no.

"Ooo...it feels bigger than I thought." He felt her chest vibrate against him, along with the little giggle sounds in his head. What the fuck...

Her body twisted skillfully against him, rubbing the thin material of her dress against his exposed erection - nothing he could do about groaning at that.

"Shit..", he couldn't help saying it out loud, it was either that or moan like a bitch.

With the attention to his lower half his grip on her arms slacked, letting her down on her feet slowly. As soon as her feet were planted it seemed she had her hand around the base of him, squeezing to the point where he had to shut his eyes tightly. He exhaled deeply, still holding out on the groan he wanted to give. When had she removed those gloves? Her hand was bare, warm and smooth as it explored his choppy texture. He felt ashamed, almost sick as the pleasure shot up from his groin to his abs, making the muscles contract sporadically.

"God, I can see why Ahzrukhal keeps you on a tight leash. With this big gun I bet you wanna shoot everyone?" He hadn't been talk dirty to before, neither did he really say much when he fucked - yet she was whispering up to him with that dirty smile as her hand pumped his shaft slow and hard. Charon leaned forward, still keeping his ass against the door - finding himself pushing his hands from her shoulder to her back. He grabbed at her shoulder blades, keeping her where she was as his head started to swim. It was degrading; how she was handling him, yet it felt too good for him to move or speak. If she wanted to pay to jerk him off and laugh about it afterwards then that's what she'd get - and he could always act like he hated it.

"Don't you want to come?", she paused with her own moan, "Come with me?" He groaned as she spoke, her hand had squeezed extra hard and gave a long thrust from tip to base. The muscles in his thighs twitched as the tension in his crotch doubled. He was gonna cum soon.

"Come with me."

"Y-yes.", he grunted.

He was so close, just a few more rough thrusts and he'd have spilled himself all over that shabby green dress - but she stopped. She just fuckin' stopped and he tensed, shocked as his near orgasm started to fade into mild pain.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, livid all of a sudden - then as he was about to throw her onto the bed she slipped down him on her knees. His eyes didn't even get a chance to follow her before a wet heat encased him. She was putting her mouth on that thing? Charon's head slammed back into the door, groaning loudly as a sweet suction was applied to the tip of his dick. "What the fuck..ng!..are you doing!" He growled, grabbing at her hair, using it on instinct to push himself deeper into her mouth despite his words - she didn't complain.

It took about twenty seconds of her licking, sucking and rubbing with one hand on the rest of him to get him spilling in her mouth. In his moment of completion he didn't pay attention to the gagging sound she made, nor the feel of her swallowing his load and licking it all off him.

He felt dizzy, like he'd had too much to drink - minus the nausea. What the fuck just happened? Her wet lips slid off him, leaving the air to attacked his moist cock. The only thing keeping his knees from twitching was her hands down on his thighs as her soft little tongue teased the side of his dick, keeping him hard. His heart was hammering so hard he thought he was finally going to die - after all this time it wouldn't be a bad way to go.

A kiss on the tip of his dick made him jolt. She was looking up at him with shiny wet lips that made his dick twitch a few inches from her face. The smile wasn't something anyone should have on their face after just going down on a cock like his - yet there it was...

"You ready to return the favor...'big' guy." Her eyes darted to his long damaged dick then back up to his equally tarnished face. Charon could see the lust and anticipation in her eyes that was covered by a calm coy smile. Seriously, what the fuck was with this smoothskin? She was already un-knotting the green slip, parting it in the front to reveal nothing underneath; bare skin. When was the last time he'd seen this much skin?

Charon stared, hearing a cracking noise in his head and realized it was his resolve shattering. He saw this for what it was; a gift. Why ever this smoothskin was here, giving him everything he never knew he could want, handing herself over to him like a piece of meat - he shouldn't care. He just needed to know that this was happening. Hell, he should be the one paying her...a lot.

The material slipped off her smooth shoulders, exposing more of her, and falling down her arms to the floor. He had to stop asking why this was happening...

"So what, you only like ghouly girls now? Is that it?" Her words may have sounded annoyed but she was grinning, knowing the answer to that question better than he did. He gawked as she sat back on her heels, her thighs widening as she dipped a hand from his thigh down to a short patch of curls between her legs. At this angle all he could see was a few slim fingers disappear and re-appear wet and shiny.

"Fuck." He said it, unable to express the emotion that the sight gave him any other way. It was...it was 'fuck' - at that she reached her sticky fingers up to run them along his painfully hard cock. It took three seconds of her slippery touch for him to let out a hormonal growl. He couldn't take it any more. Fuck what he knew was wrong; literally. With that idea and conclusion whizzing through his brain he ripped her shoulders up; pulling her to her feet. She winced, he was sure, but he was focused on the sight of her small breasts bouncing as he shoved her backwards towards the bed. Charon toppled forward, miscalculating the distance to the bed as she fell back, taking him with her.

Before he crushed her he managed to released red marred shoulders, planting his covered palms by her sides. It was so fucking hot; seeing those once perfect shoulders now roughened up and tormented...by his hands no less. For a second he just leaned above her, breathing in deeply as she stared up at him, wide eyed and for the first time looking a little unsure. Maybe this was when the rug got pulled out from under him - then again, she'd already gotten him off...

Any uncertainty was forgotten when her fingers started pinching the tips of her breasts nonchalantly, as if she didn't know she was doing it to herself. Her expression didn't change but her breath came out heavier and as soon as that moan left her mouth he was on her - mouth searing her neck and collar bone; teeth trailing down to her breasts and nipping at the fingers keeping him from the dark nipple. He bit one digit, getting her hand out of the way so he could pull her nipple into his mouth like the famished ghoul he was.

"..ah..", he smirked at her loud moan, biting the stiff bud before drawing it into his mouth again, "...is that all you got. Big ol' bad ghoul...hhmmm?"

She was berating him? Edging him on? He growled against her malleable flesh, giving it a lingering bite before pulling away to look down at her. She looked flushed but her expression said she wasn't as satisfied as she wanted to be; said she wanted more. Despite feeling as though he was stepping into territory he was rusty in - he matched her look and gave her a rather confident smirk. Charon wasn't about to back down from this, he'd already cum in her mouth anyways; can't get much deep than that...not with a ghoul anyways.

"You just put the 'gun' to your head and pulled the trigger smoothskin..."

Charon made do with his threat and pulled her hips off the bed, getting a mangled screech out of her as she grabbed at the bed below her. He eased down between her thighs, squeezing the chub and muscle on her hips while pulling her to his open mouth. Her hair was chopped short between her legs and he easily found what he'd been looking for. It'd been a couple centuries since he'd done this; literally.

For a second though, more out of hesitation than anything, he breathed against the wet flesh - making her sigh loudly. He gave her a lick that sent his ego threw the roof as she groaned and clamped her thighs against his head., holding him in place. He continued to lathering his tongue up and down her folds, sucking and biting despite being unsure of how exactly to please her. It seemed to be working, judging by the creeks of the bed and the loud drawn out moans she was emitting. His tongue touched lower and found her entrance, lapping around it with surprising results. Her hands grabbed at his skull, pushing him into her with a buck of her hips. Her aggression was becoming less of a terrifying thing and more of an extremely arousing thing.

"Fuck yesss!" Again she bucked against him and he in turn slipped his tongue inside, using one hand to spread her apart.

"Oh shit...ugh, this...this is really good and all but...I need that 'gun' of yours..right now. Stop dickin around."

Her voice was exacerbated, making his dick swell enough for him to grunt. He had to pry her thighs from around his head to remove himself from her, despite her command she sure did like his tongue. He gave her inner thigh a lingering nip before grasping her ass and leveling her with his engorged dick. He paused for a brief moment, savoring the smoothskins squirming and the gyration of her hips against his length. Her lower body was pulled up off the bed, leaving her shoulders pushing into the mattress - it sure was a sight to behold.

"Yess...come on. Come on." She goaded him as her eyes hooded, staring all over him, until her gaze landed up at him. She took in a deep breath, calming herself down it looked like before giving him a half hearted smile. " Only got a little bit of time to enjoy this big guy." She tried to convince him, desperately get him to push that cock of his inside her and it only made him harder. Even when he had skin he couldn't remember being a twice in one day kinda guy, let alone twice in thirty minute guy...yet he was hard as a rock.

She was turning desperate, staring down as his cock as he rubbed himself along her, feeling the texture of her slickness before easing himself back just enough to align himself with her. He angle her hips in his grasp before inching himself inside. He went in slow, knowing it was tortuous for her but not caring as inch by inch her heat encased him. It was really fuckin' good.

"Oh my go- od." , she gaped.

Charon watch himself sink into her and the gratifying look on the smoothskins face. Her mouth was opening, wider and wider the more he filled her. He paused, leaving a few inches outside of her before pulling out a little faster. Before he could push back into her, those strong thighs of hers wrapped around his hips and pulled him into her, hips smacking at the contact. He growled roughly, digging his fingers into her skin as she mewled.

"Ah! Again, harder..now...please" Those eyebrows of her lifted up at the middle as she worried her lower lip, easing the pressure around his hips so he could pull back and plow back inside of her, getting an extra inch than before inside.

Each thrust he got a little deeper until he was slamming his entire length inside her, harder and faster than the last. She had her hands over her breasts, pinching them and pushing them together as her whole body rocked back and forth as he kept her ass up off the bed, pulling her into him. Her legs hung on around him, more out of occupation than balance.

He stared down at her, ignoring the protest his arms and legs were giving him as his muscles burned. He watched himself disappear inside of her, coming out slick and red. She was bleeding. He grunted, a little confused but no where near put off at the sight. Normally Charon would ignored something like blood but in this situation it was hard to. He kept fucking her though, besides, she looked to be enjoying her self...thorouly.

"Your..bleeding.", he grunted at the last syllable, feeling her squeeze around him in a rather tight contraction. He had to shut his eyes, ignoring her playing with herself as he fucked her - it was gonna make him cum too soon.

"No shit! Ah fuck...you not ...mm..look at your dick lateleee...", she gasped out, making him quiver. "It's huge!"

He didn't remember anyone ever bleeding when he fucked them, not before the war or after - still he didn't stop thrusting into her - in fact it almost made him want to fuck her harder...so he did just that.

She started to howl, scream and brace herself on the bed to push into him, matching the pace of his own hips with impressive precision. He hoped she come soon, he didn't know how much more he could take; what with her smooth skin, flushing and sweating as she matched him every ounce of the way.

He nearly came at the sight of her shifting her balance to push her fingers past the short crop of hair to rub at the swollen nub above her. She pleasured herself as he traded fast and hard for slow and deep which she didn't seem to mind one bit. His breath hitched as he watched her, able to see her whole body and face from this angle without needing to switch his gaze.

Without any warning he felt her walls bite down on him, almost stopping him as she started coming. Her muscles locked; legs tightening around him and back arching as he managed to work in and out at an increased pace. It felt like she was sucking him in, pulling him in with just the muscles inside her cunt. He bit the inside of his cheek as he came. It was less than when she'd sucked him off but it didn't feel any less powerful. While she nearly yelled he merely grunted as the last few pulses of his orgasm settled inside her.

Still he couldn't stop thrusting into her, slower and slower as her body relaxed and he couldn't manage to hold her up any more. With a unsympathetic 'slish' he removed himself from her, dropped her ass on the bed and stood there, catching his breath. She bounced back on the mattress and groaned, laying limp with her legs dangling off the edge.

"Mother fucker...", she heaved, her fingers still framing her swollen clit.

He stumbled back once, before straightening up and lazily doing up his zipper and strapping his belts back on. The act was sort of hazy and he realized he felt extremely drugged, but in a very natural and steady way. Charon kept his balanced on his feet, looking down at the messy smoothskin; her hair undone and plastered around her face, along with fingers marks indenting perfectly on her hips. Remembering how he'd felt prior to this and how he felt now almost made him laugh. She was one hell of a good ride - how he was suppose to go back to fucking ghoulettes he didn't know...

"So...", she gulped down a big breath before changing her gaze from the ceiling to him, "You still want to come with me?"

All done! Hope you liked it. Rand R if you can.