The Survivor & The Amazon: A Sole Survivor & Cait Romance/Smut

The was a lean, slender, curvy, athletic woman named Cait, with long red hair, and pale skin. Cait was born into a distant and abusive family of Irish descent in 2261, her parents would routinely beat and yell at her. She attempted to run away twice, the first time she did it, they locked her in a shed outside of the house they lived in. The second time, they broke one of her legs. Cait eventually became convinced she was a mistake, due to the constant abuse, but deluded herself into thinking that they loved her enough not to kick her out of the house. The illusion was shattered once her eighteenth birthday came: They had slapped a shock collar around her neck and sold her into slavery, all without a hint of regret.

For the next five years, Cait was used as an entertainment slave, for a variety of purposes she refuses to detail. While it wrecked her emotionally and warped her personality, Cait carefully cultivated an anger inside her and eventually learned some tricks of their trade. Stealing caps from sleeping men after they used her, she eventually managed to buy her freedom. With 23 years' worth of pent-up fury, she tracked down her parents and gunned them in bloody vengeance.

After everything was said and done, Cait took to alcohol and chems to help forget her past. She joined the Combat Zone as a cage fighter and fought to provide her with the funds to buy everything she needed to forget. The point of the fighting wasn't just to provide her with funds, though. She hated everyone, herself the most, and the violence - and pain, and wounds, and the Psycho - were ways to punish herself and find death. Unfortunately, Cait proved too tough to beat, even when raiders took the joint over and it got decidedly more lethal. Those who didn't keep their head on a swivel were liable to be sucker-punched and robbed in the best of circumstances. Cait herself learned that, short of buying friends, she's a victim waiting to be preyed upon. The teacher of that vital lesson was a raider named Stratton, who dumped her to be beaten up by raiders the moment she stopped having sex with him.

By the time the Sole Survivor came, Cait has been a cage fighter for three years, two of them under raider management, all with a hundred victories to her name. As the Sole Survivor entered the Combat Zone and defeats the raiders, Tommy Solegan offered them Cait's contract because herself destructive reliance on psycho.

Cait puts up a deceptively convincing tough Irish gal act, but beneath the exterior is a broken woman with a lifetime of misery behind her. Cait is thoroughly paranoid of everyone around her as everyone she's known deeply has betrayed her some way. This has caused an inherent mistrust in anyone, especially those doing selfless offers of kindness. The only relationship she currently trusts is trade relationships, either through caps or other services. She is also deeply regretful of many of the choices she's made in life, questioning if the brutality she's known all her life is truly the only way to settle things.

As an escape and a way to forget the traumas of her life, Cait has taken to both the bottle and the needle (specifically psycho) and has been using both for several years. Because of this prolonged usage, she is incapable of being cured of her psycho addiction through normal means, either a doctor or Addictol.

Despite her life being a seemingly unceasing march of adversity, disappointment, and horror (coupled with psycho reliance and the accompanying progressive health damage, Cait refuses to take the easy way out. Staring down barrels of her shotgun more than once, she has yet to pull the trigger. Instead, she pursued the death she couldn't give herself in the ring, crushed to death by one of the hundreds of opponents she had fought. But she persevered, hoping and praying to find a single decent scrap of humanity in her life and in the world. Perhaps the Sole Survivor will be that scrap.

During the next year, Cait worked together with the Sole Survivor, exploring the Wasteland, battling Raiders, Ghouls, Synths, and Super Mutants, while she also assisted the Sole Survivor in expanding the Minutemen, the Brotherhood of Steel raids, the espionage of the Railroad secret group, and of course dealing with the Institute.

During these long travels of action and adventure, Cait and the Sole Survivor found themselves bonding with affection, and over time when the Sole Survivor they talked more about their life and feelings, she succeeded in getting her to fall in love with him.

Eventually, Cait could no longer contain her emotions and just had to privately speak with the Sole Survivor, alone together sitting in bar, during their stay at the Hotel Rexford, in the town of Goodneighbor.

"I'd still like to have that talk. Do you have time?" she asked the Sole Survivor.

The Sole Survivor, a handsome, muscular, fair-skinned, clean-shaven American man, with short brown hair, gave her attention and responded. "What's on your mind?"

"I've been thinkin' about this for a long time. Just try to bear with me, this isn't easy for me to say and I want to get it right. Where do I begin? Did you know I spent three years fighten' at the Combat Zone? Three years of getting' beaten to heal by a bunch of losers and lunatics. After the matches were over, I'd spit out the blood, stitch me wounds and do a couple of shots of Psycho to keep me goin'. I fuckin' hated it. I hated the crowds, I hated the other fighters and I hated meself. I never understood why I put myself through all of that. Until now. It's because I was alone. And I think deep down, I wanted to die… I wanted one of me opponents to crush the life out of me. The easy way out."

"Well, that's the past. You're not alone anymore."

"Then maybe you know what I'm tryin' to say to you. My life's been nothin' but one huge failure after another. You've heard all me stories and you know the prices I've paid. There were a few times… when things got really bad, that I… I found meself starin' down in the barrel of me own shotgun. I don't why I didn't pull the trigger. I guess I was prayin' that I could find a single decent scrap of humanity in this fucked up world. And then… what you did for me back there at vault 95… it was like the answer to those prayers. That's the first time in me life I fully depended on someone else and they didn't let me down. Goddamn it, I'm makin' a mess of this…"

The Sole Survivor smiled. "It's all right, Cait. Let it all out."

"I'll be fine," Cait said. "I'll just be getting to the point. The longer we've been spendin' time together, the more I'm beginning to realize what you mean to me. And I'm not just talkin' about you watchin' me back or sharin' a drink together. I mean more than that. Before we met, I'd never let me guard down around anyone, I didn't dare. But with you, I feel like I can let you in and see me for everythin' that I am. For better or for worse. Look… I can't go back to the way things were before we met. I won't. But what I need you to do is look me in the eyes and tell me you feel something too."

"Of course I do. I'm in love with you, Cait," the Sole Survivor confessed.

Cait was very surprised. "You… you're what? You said… you're in love with me… I… I didn't know, I mean, I felt something' between us, but I thought it was somethin' else. Why? Why would you fall in love with someone as screwed up as I am?"

"Because you're special to me, Cait… and I don't think I'd be happier with anyone else."

"You… you really mean that? This has to be the first time I put all me cards on the table and didn't end up losin' everything. You don't know how much this means to me. To have someone special in my life. I promise you, I mean to make the most of it."

Shortly after Cait and the Sole Survivor committed to a romantic relationship, they decided to make it official by being physically intimate in the hotel room they were sharing.

The Irish woman embraced the American man, and she pressed their lips. The kiss was slow, gentle, tender. The Sole Survivor could feel Cait's breathing, feeling her passion as their lips were pressed. The Irsh woman slowly, gently pulled her lips away from her new lover. They looked at each other in awe for a short moment. Then she embraced him once more, with her hands over the shoulder and neck shoulder as she pressed for another kiss, one that was passionate but more deep and lustful. Once she pulled away again, they were both breathing a little heavily.

During the next serval minutes, the two were kissing and making out, their tongues dancing, and their hands exploring. The Irish woman pushed the Sole Survivor against the wall, and forced an aggressive kiss. When she pulled their lips apart for a second, they both felt each other's lustful exhales, before she pressed their lips again. While their lips were locked, the Sole Survivor moaned in pain when he felt Cait grab his balls, but she quickly drew him back into more of her kisses.

Cait surprised the Sole Survivor when she aggressively grabbed his shirt with her arms and both split and tore it open, revealing his muscled, fair-colored chest. She then kissed and nibbled her his shoulder before she made her way down to his pants, where she unbuckled and quickly pulled his legging down. He moaned in pain when he felt her strong grip on his hardening manhood.

She smiled up at him. "Lay down, boy," she ordered.

The naked Sole Survivor obeyed her wishes, and lay down on the bed, resting his back on the blanketed mattress. Cait stripped her entire outfit, leaving only her lean, slender, curvy, athletic, naked pale figure. Then she climbed on the bed, and got on top of the Sole Survivor, straddling him, a pale leg on either side of his hips. Her hands aggressively roamed and grabbed his chest, making the man moan pleasurably from her rough touches while she was enjoying the moment.

She bent down, and he gasped and moaned, getting excited as he felt her tongue rubbing against his chest from bottom to top. He was more delicious than she expected that she had to lick, kiss, and nibble all around his chest. She even had to bite his chest, making him gasp in pain, before he felt her licking the bite mark she left.

After letting out a pleasurable laugh, Cait began licking, kissing, and nibbling her way up from his chest to around his neck, and then she did the same to his face, ears, and eyes, pleasuring him even more. The Sole Survivor just couldn't fight her, couldn't resist her varying touches, and couldn't resist getting excited from it.

Cait bent herself down completely, letting her man feel her pale body pressed on top of him, while her breasts were pressed down deeply into his chest. Then she rubbed her tongue on his mouth, and he reacted by opening it in a surprised excitement, before she stretched her tongue down his mouth, and she swirled it around as she pressed her lips down onto his.

After Cait withdrew her mouth, she started kissing him, then making out with him for a while, before she did so deeply, kissing and licking all together. Her wet tongue washed the insides and outsides of his mouth. By now the Sole Survivor felt really hard and submissive. Then the Irish woman pressed their lips for a deeper, longer kiss, and she worked her tongue down to his throat.

Finally, Cait broke the kiss, and breathed heavily, while the Sole Survivor did even more so. Then she crawled backwards, so that she was sitting between his legs. She smiled with an open mouth before she bent down and started licking and suckling his already risen member.

When she had enough, Cait crawled forward to straddle the Sole Survivor again, looking down at her mate with a wicked satisfaction. Now she sank her pelvis down, seating herself on his hard, peak-risen manhood, and she took him deep inside her with one long smooth stroke, making them both moan in rapture. She started to move her pelvis, and she rode him for a while at a steady pace as they both moaned in the process, occasionally even switching between riding and swerving her hips in circles.

She stopped when he sat up and embraced her before she was moaning as he began to hungrily kiss, lick, and suck her bosoms, and she hugged his head close. She held his face with both her hands, making him look up at her, while she looked down at him, and she pressed their lips, furthering their enticement.

She then she pushed the Sole Survivor to lay back down so that she could bent down completely, so that her body was pressed down on top of the Sole Survivor, while her breasts were pressed down deeply into his chest. For a moment she was kissing him again, and then she looked at him down at him, face to face up close, smiling wide with an open mouth and showing off her teeth, and eyes full of lust and excitement.

While pressed down on top of the Sole Survivor, Cait grabbed his wrists and stretched her arms forward, holding down his arms down as though he strapped to the bed. Slowly she began moving, rubbing her body on top of him back and forth, rocking him while further sinking into the bottom of his manhood, and taking him so deep inside her, and with each rock their mouths opened and moaned while the Irish woman continued to smile down on her man. She was getting so much pleasure from having power and control over him, forcing him, breaking him, using him, taking him, making him hers.

When the Sole Survivor opened his mouth in moaning again, without warning Cait hungrily mouthed him and pressed lips deeply, making him gasped and moaned inside of her mouth at the same time she had forced and locked their mouths and lips deeply together. In fact, she had him trapped that way, as she refused to withdraw from the kiss, forcing them to breathe through their noses

As the Irish woman held her man in a big, deep, long kiss for as long she can, she started to accelerate the pace of the mating, moving, rubbing, and rocking faster and faster, and they both moaned louder and louder inside each other's mouths. Finally, Cait's power and control broke the Sole Survivor, breaking through all resistance, and exhausting all his energy, thus causing him to burst his seed inside of her, sucked out, surrendered to the Irish woman on top of him.

The Sole Survivor couldn't control himself anymore, he grabbed Cait and rolled her around until she was the one laying on the bed, while he was on top of her. She had one hand around his back, while the other on the back of his head that gently pressed the man down to be locked in kiss. The Sole Survivor even broke their kiss so that he could move down to kiss, lick, and suck Cait's breasts and in-between.

He then grabbed her wrists and held her arms forward. Their sexual activity continued as the Sole Survivor slowly pumped his woman, until the pace increased more and more, as Cait moaned more and more. He eventually let go of her arms so that they could both wrap their arms around each other, and they kept going until he slowly stopped as he emptied himself inside of her, as did her moaning.

The Sole Survivor looked at Cait, smiling at her, while she smiled and laughed flirtatiously. She grabbed him, and she rolled them both to laying on their sides, where they continued kissing, making out, pressing and sliding their bodies even, while they continued to explore each other bodies.

Then Cait rolled them both again, so that the Sole Survivor was the one laying on the bed and she was on top of once more. She didn't hesitate on riding hard and rough with her choice of pacing, and after a while, they both cried out in satisfaction when the woman broke the man and got him to release his seed once more.

Now that Cait had her fun with the Sole Survivor, she rested on top of him, holding him tight. She caressed his face and gave him one final kiss before they slept that night. She told him that she hoped that they would do this again, when she had free time again.