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"There you are, you little killer," The Ghoul says, shocked, admiring this girl's brave stupidity. He strokes over her sweaty, dirty hair, brushing the long bangs from her big brown doe eyes, so he can look into them. See the rabidness that this god forsaken Wasteland creates.
A coldness that always lingers within him—in his veins, his belly, his groin—ebbs away, replaced by a fire starting to burn, to match the anger that's starting to form around the edges of her irises.
He wants more of her anger, thirsts for it. It feeds the deadness, the decrepitness, the hollowness inside him.
The Ghoul leans in close to her now, his tone dripping with sugary sweetness, as he strokes over her cheek. He can smell his blood inside her mouth and it sends a thrill through him, a throb straight to his cock. He wants to rip out his finger and replace it with his tongue, clean her mouth of all his blood.
"Well goddamn, sweetheart, aren't you pretty with my finger inside your mouth. I can think of somethin ' better for that mouth to do, though."
The Ghoul gives her a shit eating grin, the insinuation of what his words mean now dawning on her face, her brows furrowing in towards her moon-wide eyes, that blaze hot as the sun with anger now, glancing towards his crotch, then back up at his face, her nostrils flaring out in a bitter rage.
Oh, he's surely pissed her off now. Good .
Lucy spits his finger back at him, her saliva and his blood spraying him square in the face, "f-fuck you!" He wipes the blood from his eyes and chuckles because his naive little killer curses as if she's unsure she means it, as if she's cussing for the first time in her short, young life.
The Ghoul eyes her up and down, licking his blood and her saliva from his lips, wanting more.
She's just a girl, small and young. So young.
An innocent, naive, little vault girl, covered in his blood, bound and lassoed beneath him...dependent on him.
He wants to keep her like this for always, for he has all of forever, eternity...and why not spend it with her? Why not corrupt her innocence with everything in him, including the inside and out?
"Fuck you , vaultie?" He teases, his hands toying with the rope encircling her, right below her tantalizing breasts, taunting her with his other nickname, "with pleasure, darlin .'" He growls, guttural, feral, frantically ripping through the top of her white shirt. She yelps, like a kicked puppy, starting to thrash against him, but her wrists are bound, and he's stronger than her. The Ghoul grits his teeth, tearing that goddamn vault suit from her body faster, needing to selfishly see what she's hiding from him underneath.
"No, no!" Lucy begs, big fat tears of terror welling in her gorgeous doll-like eyes. All it does is make him more desperate, eager to see her perfect naked skin, her sweet ripe body. To feel it against his withered and weathered and rotten flesh. " Please ." She gasps politely, sweet as sugar, tears streaming down her lovely round cheeks, mixing with his blood on her lips.
"Too late, I'm afraid, little killer. " The Ghoul says, eyes greedily gulping every inch of her that is uncovered, when the suit is finally torn from her body, hanging off in tatters, like ruined blue ribbons. "You took my finger and for that, sweetheart, I must take something from you. A fair exchange, I reckon'."
She closes her eyes and lets out a strangled sob; one that makes his cock fully hard, pressing urgently against his leather, hungry for more of her.
Despite her reluctance, her nipples are stiff against her thin bra, and his mouth waters. She can't help it. And neither can The Ghoul. He pulls a knife from the inside of his boot and slices through the front of the fabric, cutting it away from her chest, and her breasts bounce, as another soft sob rocks through her, her breath coming out in short staccato stutters. "Shh, sweetheart," He grips one between his middle and thumb fingers, his maimed index finger dripping blood onto her pale peak, rolling it between them, and Lucy hisses, clenching her bound hands into fists, when he pulls her nipple, making it harden even more under his touch.
"That's it, little girl, such pretty tits. Made for suckin'." He groans, yanking the lasso tied around her torso upwards towards his mouth, latching onto one of her puffy nipples, beginning to suck impatiently, as she sucks in a breath, biting her lip.
Running his knife down the middle of her chest, the Ghoul can hear her heart thunder wildly, like horse hooves stampeeding and stomping. Adrenaline spikes through him like the vials of yellow liquid, when he runs the sharp blade down her stomach, which tenses underneath the knife, towards her navel, his eyes staring down at the pretty treasure hidden beneath more white fabric. He wonders if she's a virgin, untouched by a man? The thought alone makes him suck her nipple harder, then bite into it, rutting his swollen cock against her leg.
"No, please! That hurts!" She bucks up, trying to pull her breast away from his mouth and that's when he notices the healing scar on her right hip, stapled shut. He runs his maimed hand over it, popping her nipple from his mouth, "and who gave you this, darlin'?" He asks, his thumb rubbing circles around the raised wound.
Lucy looks at him, her breasts rising and falling, temptingly, defiance in her bright eyes, refusing to answer.
The Ghoul slaps the flat of his silver knife over the crotch of her underwear right against her pussy lips, rubbing over it gently, threatening her. "I can give you another scar if you'd like, little girl. I can make you bleed for me." He whispers, wrapping his teeth around her hardened rosy bud and biting down hard enough to draw blood.
"M-my husband!" She admits finally, breathing hard, crying out, when he takes the knife from the outside of her underwear and presses the sharp blade inward between her hipbone and underwear.
"Your husband?" The Ghoul spits and hisses harshly, jealousy coiling through him like a rattlesnake, ready to strike, He slices through with vengeance, tearing the flimsy garment from her body, to see her naked cunt for the first time. Her naked cunt that belonged to someone before him . He grabs her by the neck now with his injured hand, his four fingers digging into her flesh, wanting to choke her, throttle her for her words.
"H-he's dead! I-I killed him!" Lucy gasps hoarsely, and the snake strikes, possessiveness and pride flooding through his veins like poisonous venom.
His fucking little killer.
The Ghoul doesn't need to know more. Because he knows she could kill a man, would kill a man. She would kill him if she had the chance.
He growls and shoves his tongue inside her half opened mouth, feeding her his poison, getting drugged off her taste, his knife falling to the dirt next to her, no longer able to resist tasting her sweetness for himself. His little Lucy resists him at first, but then she gives in when his fingers slide between her legs, tugging at the soft curls surrounding her pussy, demanding her compliance. She spreads her legs just wide enough for him to shove his bony rough fingers against the precious pearl at the apex of her cunt.
"That's a good girl," he pulls away, breathing raggedly, praising her with a rasp, pressing his fingers into his prize, rubbing her clit and rewarding her.
"Now, sweetheart, I need you nice and wet for me. I don't want to hurt you." Lucy gasps and bucks against his hand as he continues to pet her with long, experienced strokes, her young snatch oiling up quickly, just enough for him to slip into her without her being dry, without it being a discomfort for them both.
His cock is rock hard now, demanding to be free, to fuck a wet and tight hole.
"Now little Lucy," her name rolls off his tongue slowly, syrupy like amber sap, as he laps the dried blood from her lip. "Undo my belt."
Lucy looks at him, then his knife abandoned next to her in the dirt. He almost wishes she would reach for it, dares her to do it. The Ghoul in him wants to ravage her, rape her, corrupt her like he was corrupted, but his humanity, or what's left of it, is giving her a chance to prove herself to him. As someone more than a naive vault dweller, someone who can match his smarts, someone like he once was, that he can string along with his leash tethered tightly to her.
She looks back at him then and he presses his fingers further down into her cunt, teasing the entrance to it, grinding into her urethra. She gasps and sighs, loud and obnoxious, turning away from the knife, breathing in deeply and exhaling out through her nose, her rope bound wrists reaching for his crotch, undoing his belt furiously.
"Unbutton and unzip me, sugar." The Ghoul grins evilly, giving her a new nickname and Lucy bristles, fuming, her anger unbridled, written all over her face, when she obeys him once more, her cunt clenching. "My, my, you're gonna be a tight squeeze, aren't you, my little Lucy."
"Take my cock out, now." The Ghoul pants breathlessly, knowing he won't last long once he's deep inside her reluctant body.
He grunts, bucking into her small hands that wrap around the width of his veiny shaft, yanking him free, her fists almost too tight around him.
But the pain feels good, especially coming from her warm and silky smooth touch.
Then her warm touch is gone from his cock and she opens her mouth, staring at him, "sir, please, don't make me do this." The displeasure and resentment etched on her face only make him harder, but there's something else there now too. Disgust .
And that makes him angry, the Ghoul's wrath and outrage fully awakening.
"I don't want-"
He pushes Lucy away from him, smacking her full across the cheek, startling her. "You don't want me?" She stumbles, trying to get away, and yelps again when he grabs her by the ankle, dragging her towards him. His bitch hurt once more, before turning her over onto her stomach, so her body is trapped underneath his. "You think I wanted this , sweetheart? Wanted you ?" He roughly pushes the side of her unmarked cheek into the dirty ground with his hand on the back of her neck, before grabbing his curved erection to slap her ass with it, leaving drops of his precum on her cheeks.
"Sir, I didn't mean it...I'm sorry ." His Lucy cries once more, her begging, her tears doing nothing, but making him want her more.
"No you're not, little killer, and that's why I want you, why you're mine." The Ghoul says possessively, gripping the meat of her ass, and slamming into her cunt in one brutal thrust, hearing her cry louder, feeling her tight hole cramp around him, trying to resist all of him. "Yes, sugar, that's it, squeeze daddy's cock."
He thrusts out of her quick, sheathing himself fully inside once more, begining to fuck her hard and rough, taking everything from her body.
His cock maybe ugly, disgusting , as weathered and old as him, with his wrinkled and veined skin, but it's starving and hard. It fills his little Lucy nicely, fits inside her perfectly. Every curve of his shaft stretching her tight channel, his thick head hitting her sweet little cervix with each thrust into her guts.
"Goddamn, girl, you're tighter than anything I ever fucked. I can almost feel your womb opening around my cock, little Lucy. How would you like me to fill you up, hm? Breed you like the mare you are?" The Ghoul groans and a broken gasp, mixed with a small strangled moan, escapes from her lips, and she trembles under him, beginning to meet his thrusts, rutting back against him. "Oh, so that's what you want? My pretty pet wants to be bred by her daddy? Beg me for it."
"Y-yes!" He slaps her ass hard, and Lucy shrieks, so he undoes his belt from his pants in a flash, folds it in half and slaps her ass again, the leather lashing against her plump rear loud as a lightning crack, turning it red immediately, so it matches the red on her other cheeks. “Ask politely, sweetheart.” He growls, spanking her other cheek with his belt, over and over again, switching sides, her cunt slicking up even more, as her body moves beautifully beneath his.
“Please, sir! Please! Please !” She pleads almost too politely, her cries of pain turning into sobs of pleasure and pain. He can smell her musky twang, pungent, sweet, and ripe as a succulent peach. Once he’s fucked her thoroughly, filled her with his cum, he’ll drink her juices down, make her cry even more.
“Time to fuck you truly, sweetheart.” The Ghoul drops his belt, gripping the sides of her hips and he rips, tears wickedly into her velvet tight hole, the noise of her drenched cunt squelching, ringing in his ears, focusing on her heat, forgetting about this barren Wasteland, that’s taken everything he’s ever loved or cared for.
He gives his Lucy everything, all his anger, all his lust, and he would give her all his love if he could remember what it felt like to love, to be loved.
He fucks her ballistically, eyeing the bruises, the blood, the marks upon her body, knowing this is the only way he can ever make love, love another. Because the violence in his veins, his volatile nature, the radiation inside his heart, his marrow, festers, has created the monster he’s become. A predator always on the hunt, always wanting to feed on the raw flesh of the innocent, corrupting and destroying everything within. And his prey, his Lucy, can contain him, sustain and survive him.
“Daddy, please, I’m so close.” Lucy’s sweet, small, hoarse voice anchors him back towards the earth, drowning his senses with it and it pulls him over the edge.
His spine tingles, a shotgun blowing through his stomach, gunpowder blowing up and ricocheting, leaving shards of hot white pleasure that bolt through his body like sharp little knives. “Goddamn, girl! Fuck, Lucy !” He shouts, a guttural howl erupting from him, deep in his chest, and his whole body convulses, shooting rope after rope of semen into her fertile and very unbarren, fruitful womb. His heart seizes in his chest, thundering loudly, and his dead daughter’s face flashes across his mind, before the girl beneath him, alive and warm around him, moans wantonly, groaning frustratedly, grinding her pussy around his oversensitive cock. He hisses, adrenaline still pumping wildly through him, his cock half hard already.
It’s one thing Coop hasn’t had an issue with, even with being a Ghoul for most of his wretched life.
“Sir, please, daddy…” he chuckles, grabbing her by her hair a little rougher than he meant, but she moans, constricting and choking him with her pussy, not letting him go.
Good because he won’t ever let her go, especially now that he’s claimed her body inside and out.
Coop turns her around to face him now, her nose almost pressed to where hers would have been. Her face is covered in new scratches, dirt, tears, blood, snot, and saliva. And it’s the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed, he glances down to where they are connected by cock and cunt. His old clothes are ruined, her juices staining them.
Lucy stares into his eyes curiously, as if she recognizes him for a moment and before she can speak again, he bucks up into her, fully hard and her head falls back, eyes closed in pleasure, her bound wrists gripping the front of his frayed leather tightly.
“Ride your stallion, little mare.” Coop pulls the lasso around her waist, guiding her again. This time he whispers into her ear, intimately and for only her to hear. “Ride your cowboy, take your pleasure, little Lucy MacLean.”