Chapter 58 - Riot

Teach your final ghoul to sit.

S etting my joy gun down and stepping over the body, I made my way to a shaking Eleanor. She was dripping, head to toe, in green goo.

"That's what was here with me last night?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's probably been here more than just last night. These things start as tiny little bugs and then grow when they feel safe. It may have even been here before you arrived. Come on, let's get you upstairs. I'll clean this up."

Eleanor was shaking so hard I picked her up and took her up the stairs. I turned the shower on and set her inside with her shirt still on. It needed a good wash anyways.

Once she started to move, pushing the gore off her and turning toward the drain, I left and went down to start the clean up. Tossing the body out was the easy part. Unless I wanted the house to smell, I had to get all the blood off everything. I dragged its corpse out, past the gate and then went to work cleaning my living room. Eventually the shower turned off and I heard Eleanor upstairs, but she didn't come back down.

I was exhausted by the time I finished. I tossed the rags down and pulled myself up stairs. From the bathroom, I watched the sunset. I showered for longer than usual, making sure I got every last bit of goo off me. I was never more thankful for running water than I was after times like this. By the time I turned the water off, I'd never felt cleaner.

I went to my room and was slightly surprised to find Eleanor under the blankets on my bed. My body responded, remembering last night.

"Have you been here all day?" I asked, drying myself off. She turned on her side, the blanket slipping down her shoulder.

She wasn't wearing a shirt.

"I've never seen anything like that before. I— I—" Tears filled her eyes and I abandoned my towel and dropped to the bed.

"Ssh, it's okay." I pulled her from the blankets and into my arms. "I know. The wastelands are no joke. It's scary out here. But I'm never going to let anything get you. That's what I'm here for. To save you from the baddies." I chuckled and kissed away her tears.

"It's been three weeks. What if something like that has gotten Callahan?"

"That was a house pest, at best. Cherry and the others have fought their fair share of etgars. He's fine." I reassured her, despite my own worries. She was right, they were supposed to be back by now, and we hadn't heard from them at all.

"Is there anything I can do for you? You need to rest. I can go get your bear and you can sleep here tonight?" Hope filled my chest, but I didn't want to get too excited. Before we'd found the etgar, she'd been telling me about how the sex we'd had was a mistake. Did she still feel that way?

I slid her off my lap and stood, naked, and went to her room. I retrieved the bear with the three eyes. She took it and I joined her under the blankets, pulling her against me, skin to skin.

"Riot," she started. "I'm worried about him."

I kissed her hair. "I know. How about this, tomorrow we're going to go into town to see if your clothes have been delivered. Once you have something to wear, we'll make plans."

"Plans to do what?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" I gulped. My stomach tightened, knowing what she was going to say.

"I want to go after him. He'd do it for me."

She was right. Both Callahan and I would do anything for her. If she wanted to go down Mercury Mile, I was joining her.

While we talked, my hands explored her skin. She was so soft and so clean. I inhaled, enjoying the aroma of the perfumed soap she'd brought from the bunker. My mouth watered, wanting to taste her.

Brushing her hair off her shoulder, I pressed my lips tenderly to her warm skin. She inhaled quickly but didn't brush me away. I kept kissing her, moving to her neck. She stretched to give me more room. My hand traveled to her breast, cupping it. It felt so good to touch her without my gloves.

I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. It elicited a moan from her, and my cock throbbed with excitement against her backside.

"Are you upset over last night?" I asked, rolling her to her back so I could kiss her breasts. She didn't resist, and relaxed when I ran my tongue over a nipple, taking it into my mouth.

"I don't know how to feel. I love Cal," she gasped. "But, you're so…" she lost her words when I reached for the other breast, while still nibbling at the other one.

"So, what? Tell me to stop and I will, Eleanor. But we don't have to stop if you don't want to."

"I don't want to stop."

That's all I needed. I sat her up and she frowned, her chest rising hard and fast.

"I want to do something."

She cocked her head and her eyes grew bigger.

I lay down and motioned for her to come closer. She wiggled forward, her face uneasy.

"Put your thighs here." I pointed to my shoulders.

"I don't understand." She shook her head. I laughed softly. Oh, how beautifully naive she was.

"I have so much to teach you. Come on, just do it."

She was hesitant, but lifted her leg and crawled over me.

"Okay, a little higher." I motioned for her to move closer, and I brought my hands to her thighs, tugging her up. Her pussy was right over my mouth. "Perfect. Now sit and rest."

"Sit?" she squeaked.

I ran my finger down her slit. She was already so, so wet. "Sit."

Slowly, she lowered herself, her entire body tense. Her pussy lips connected with mine and I spread them with my tongue, tasting her beautiful honey. She gasped. I gripped her thighs and kept her down as I swirled my tongue around her pussy, lapping up every drop.

Eventually, she began to relax and I didn't need to hold her thighs, which allowed my hands the opportunity to explore. I found her opening and slid my finger inside. She moaned with excitement as I began to slowly fuck her, while still focusing my mouth on her clit.

Greedy girl.

My cock wept, wanting to get its chance to play, but I had to be patient. I knew once she'd come once or twice, her pussy would be so gloriously soaked and ready for me.

She cried out my name as she began to move her hips, riding my face like I'd wanted. She was beautiful, even more so when she was embracing her desires.

"Oh, Riot!" She cried a final time and suddenly, her pussy tightened around my fingers and I became drenched in her finish. I licked her pussy feverishly, the threat of drowning eminent. I kept sucking on her clit until she pulled back, giggling that it was too intense.

"You ready for something else?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face. Her eyes grew large again.

"There's more?"

I grinned. "There's always more." I grabbed her ankles and pulled fast, causing her to fall to the bed. I sat up on my knees and pulled her toward me, spreading her legs and positioning my cock at her opening. "Lots more."

I slid inside her. She gasped as I stretched her warm, velvety walls. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of skin on skin. I don't think I'd get over how fucking good it felt. When I opened them, Eleanor was staring up at me, her lips parted, her eyes holding a spark of mischief.

"You ready, brat?" I asked.

"Brat?"

"Well, if the name fits." I pulled my cock out and then thrust into her hard enough for her to yelp. I did it again, and this time she groaned.

"Yes, please!" She whimpered as I continued the slow process of fucking her hard, punishing her.

"Are you still upset about this? About us?"

"No," she shook her head furiously. "Please, I need more." she begged. Oh, how I loved seeing her beg.

"More? What exactly do you need, Eleanor?"

"Fuck me," she growled.

Say no more.

I picked up the pace, thrusting my hips fast and hard, my orgasm coming, and hers close too. Her pussy was clenched so hard around my cock, I wasn't sure how much longer I'd last, but I needed to go for the stars, and make her come one more time. I closed my eyes, focusing on lasting longer, until finally, she arched her back.

"Riot!"

I exploded inside her as her pussy went wild, expanding and tightening around me. I'd never come with someone else like that before. I'd told her last night that I wanted to love her, and now, I realized I was telling the truth.

I was in fucking love.