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White fills your vision as you look out among the rows and rows of bliss crops. You feel a sense of foreboding as you sneak around the outpost. There are peggies on patrol but they are quickly taken care of. Silent killer has become one of your calling cards in this resistance.
After disabling the alarms and eliminating the rest of the peggies, you turn back to the glaring problem: the bliss flowers. As the prominent Deputy figure of the resistance, you know that you are suppose to burn all of the flowers to the ground. But… you know that if you do then Faith is going to be so pissed at you.
You click your tongue and groan under your breath. Your hand reaches for a Molotov and you prepare yourself for the scolding later. A flame flickers from your lighter, quickly catching on the cloth stuffing the bottle. A quick lob and you hear the sound of glass shattering followed by the roar of flames licking at the crops. Smoke rises soon after and the bliss flowers go up in flames.
Quick strides take you out of the area, even if the Bliss drugs have no effect on you, you still don’t want to be breathing in the chemicals.
Matter of fact, you hightail it out of the area, not even bothering to greet the resistance fighters that show up after you’ve liberated the outpost. The thought of an angry Faith keeps your forehead dotted with sweat, your spine shivering with fear. Oh, boy, you’re gonna have to find a way to appease your girlfriend.
You spend all day keeping yourself busy with freeing hostages and liberating outposts and going on solo missions meant for teams of four. Anything to keep away from your girlfriend. You run away at the sight of any Bliss flowers or green smoke, too afraid of facing Faith’s wrath.
But as the sun begins to set, you know you have to head to Seed Ranch to face Faith. Dragging this out would only end up badly for you. So with great reluctance, you start the drive to the ranch.
Serenity greets you when you hop out of the truck, the glorious orange sunset and green rolling fields a beautiful backdrop for the Seed ranch mansion thing they got going on. You sigh and step through the front door, dropping all of your equipment as well before you take the stairs up to the second floor. It’s quiet and empty, no doubt the brothers have evacuated once they learned of Faith’s anger. The door to the room you share with Faith seems foreboding, the wood grain looming over you as you stand in front of it.
Swallowing slowly, you knock on the door and enter when Faith calls you in. Everything looks fine as your eyes scan the room. Your gaze lands on Faith, who is seated on the bed you share. You gulp softly as her gaze pins you to the spot. She crooks a finger and it compels you further into the room, the swing of the door shutting echoes behind you.
“Faith.”
“Hello, darling.” Faith practically purrs and everything about her tone sends shivers up your spine, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and a jolt of heat and arousal straight to your cock. You stifle the whimper that wants to escape and look her in the eye.
“Come closer.”
You put one foot in front of the other, slow and wary are your movements, and it only seems to amuse your girlfriend. A finger points down and you obey by kneeling at her feet.
“Do you know what you’ve done today?” Faith coos, her hand reaching out to pet your hair, curling around the back of your head. The gesture would normally feel nice if it weren’t for the fear gripping your chest.
You nod slowly, your breath hitching as Faith’s hand trails down your cheek.
“All those Bliss flowers. Weeks of careful planning and production… all down the drain thanks to your molotovs.”
“You’ve been bad, Deputy. How are you going to make it up to me?” Faith’s voice sounds like a siren, an intoxicating sound that you cannot disobey. It’s dreamy and you want to keep on hearing it. You lean into her palm, kissing her soft skin gently as you look up at her.
Licking your lips, you ask, “What do you want, Faith?”
A wicked smile unfurls across Faith’s lips and the sight of it has your breath hitching, your cock immediately pulsing against the skin of your thigh. You can only watch as your girlfriend drags the hem of her white dress higher, higher and higher until a pair of lace panties are revealed. You feel your face flush, your mouth going dry, and fuck, you’re so hard in your pants now.
“I want you to apologize… using your mouth, my love.” Faith strokes at your jaw, her thumb skirting across the swell of your bottom lip. You can’t help but nod eagerly, anything to appease your girlfriend.
Green eyes stare down at you, desire and lust swirling in those darkening pools as she nudges your head forward.
“Well? Get to it.”
You don’t need any further prompting. You dart forward, almost eagerly, and lick a long stripe up her panty-clad slit. A groan escapes your mouth when you can taste her, the sweet tangy taste of your lover, so decadent and slick on your tongue. You lap at her panties, enjoying the way it sticks to her skin, licking and kissing at your lover until Faith’s lacy panties are stuck to her dripping cunt.
You glance up and lock eyes with Faith as you hook your teeth along the hem and slowly pull the panties off. Your girlfriend’s breath hitches and you feel a surge of pride in your chest. Faith takes the panties off when you drag it down to her knees, and her hand pushes your head back to her crotch. You get the message. Your tongue is back on her soaked cunt and this time it’s even better. Moans leave your mouth as you lap at her wetness, hungry for the taste of her on your tongue.
“Fuck, that’s it… just like that.”
Faith’s breathy moans are like music to your ears, her sweet sighs and pretty, happy noises make you feel so warm and aroused. You enjoy using your mouth like this, you enjoy eating out your lover until she is all but trembling and shivering from her orgasms. Your hands press into her inner thighs, palms spreading her open and pinning her down to the mattress as you begin to take her clit into your mouth and suck hard.
A loud moan slips out of Faith and you moan against her swollen clit, holding her bucking hips down so you can indulge uninterrupted. Fingers sink into your hair, the sting of pain skirting the edge of your senses, mixing with the pleasure so easily. Your tongue slides left to right, circles that swollen clit, tracing patterns that have Faith mewling and moaning obscenely, whining whenever you pull back to take a quick breath of air. When you move down to her leaking hole, you make sure your thumb keeps on circling her clit. You rim her needy hole with the tip of your tongue until Faith’s thighs press against either side of your head. It makes you chuckle.
“I-Inside! W-Want your tongue inside me.” Faith tugs at your hair, a quick and harsh jerking motion that has you grunting. What a demanding lover… but you like it when Faith gets like this.
Her thighs are thrown over your shoulders, and you groan as she caresses your hair, tugging harder so that you can put your mouth on her again. You obey, pussydrunk on the taste of her and on the pleasure of your lover. A hot tongue slips inside of Faith’s cunt and her hips buck hard, rolling as she grinds her pussy against your face. Moans and whimpers escape her as you stroke your tongue against her walls, grazing against sensitive spots that make her keen, your thumb adding that extra stimulation to her clit that simply makes her melt.
“Gonna… hah, going to come…! I’m going to come on your tongue—don’t stop!”
You continue eating her out, moaning and licking and slurping until wetness coats your face, and even then you still carry on. You want to make her cum again and again, you want your lover to be boneless by the time you surface for air. Faith sounds so pretty, and she looks so beautiful as she thrashes beneath your touch, hands playing with her own chest and pawing at your hair, moaning and screaming as her back arches as she reaches another peak caused by you. Pride and arousal surges in your chest, and your hard cock throbs and aches against your thigh.
Your hands stroke her hips, her soft tummy, her pretty chest—dragging your nails gently down her body until she is shivering and whimpering at the sensation. Your hands find hers and she clings to you, her thighs convulsing against your cheeks as your mouth slides back up to your clit.
“One more, baby. You can give me one more, right?” You say as you kiss her swollen clit, smiling at the way it throbs against your lips. Faith whimpers but she squeezes your hands. You chuckle and dive back in, lapping at her sensitive bundle gently, your tongue laving slow licks from side to side, circling before sucking harshly—you keep this pattern up while watching Faith arch her back and spill sweet wanton moans into the air, one of her hands sweeping up her body to pinch and roll a stiff nipple. You let your teeth graze Faith’s clit and that seems to be the last straw. Your lover comes with a loud shriek, her thighs bucking violently before you pin her hips down with a forearm and bury your face against her cunt. Wetness spills out of her pussy and you lap up every drop, moaning and thirsty for her.
Faith only pushes your head away when it becomes too much, the oversensitivity wracking her body with shivers. You kiss your way up her thighs, kissing her hips, kissing her soft belly, kissing her pretty chest, licking at her hard nipples just to tease before you kiss a trail up her neck and to her soft lips. You kiss her slowly, relishing her soft panting and the way her body is so warm after coming so hard multiple times. You kiss her deeply because you love this woman and how she affects you so much.
Faith tugs you into an embrace and you cradle her with your arms, adoring the feeling of her soft body pressing close to yours.
“Am I forgiven yet?” You ask in between kisses.
Green eyes stare at you, glimmering in the low light of the room’s lamps, playfulness and adoration swimming beneath the surface there. You feel your heart flutter and kiss her again.
“Mhm, I suppose so. She scratches her nails down your nape, gentle enough so that it feels divine. “Don’t do it again.”
”Yes, ma’am.” You hum into her mouth and kiss her again, the corner of your lips stretching into a smile as Faith giggles against you. Your hands roam her body, gentle caresses like you can’t get enough of her. Faith enjoys it, encourages it with the way she drapes herself over you like a needy and affectionate cat, asking for more caresses and kisses. You don’t deny her any of your affection.
“But I think you could use another punishment.” Faith’s lips curl into a devilish smirk as her hand brushes over the bulge in your pants, giggling when your hips buck and grind into her hand. “Just to make sure you won’t do it again.”
A choked moan slips out of you as you watch Faith unbuckle your belt and pop the button of your pants. A shaky exhale leaves your lips as Faith pushes your underwear down and wraps a hand around your hard cock. Your head falls back on the pillows as you moan, Faith’s hand slowly stroking your cock has pleasure zipping up your spine.
“P-Punishment?” Your mouth is dry, head fogging up with how good Faith’s hand feels. You blink sluggishly, slow to find your girlfriend’s gaze. It glimmers with mirth and arousal, and you swallow thickly. Oh, it is going to be a long night.
“Yes, my love.” Faith nips at your throat before she begins to press kisses along your neck, her hand still pumping at a leisurely pace. Your hands grapple at the sheets, fingers curling into a grip when her palm curls over your sensitive cockhead again and again. Another strangled moan leaps out of your mouth as she teases and smears the precum all over your weeping tip, coating your shaft in your own arousal.
“I’m going to edge you. Let’s see how long you can hold out until you cum. Doesn’t it sound fun?” Faith giggles as she kisses down your neck, suckling bruises onto your collar and biting down on the curve of your shoulder. Possessive marks, you like them though, like the way they feel on your skin, like the way Faith is marking you as hers.
Pleasure dances down your spine and you can’t help but buck your hips into Faith’s hand, whining when your girlfriend retreats from the motion.
“Ah, none of that now.” Faith only touches you again when your hips settle back on the bed. You huff, only to moan when your girlfriend resumes stroking your cock at an agonizingly slow pace. It seems you are at her mercy, not that you mind it. Faith kisses you, slow and deep, and you lose yourself in the pleasure that surrounds you so easily.
It is going to be a long night indeed.