Fallout 4 Short Stories Novels & Stories

I left the club on shaky legs, cum still leaking into my underwear, fresh bite marks on my neck, and blood smears on my skin. I had gone looking for a story about underground fighting. Instead, I had become the fighter’s personal cumdump. And tomorrow night, I would be back in that cage, bent over and begging for more.

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“Hurry!” We dove into the van, and Vanessa hit the gas, the tires kicking up gravel as we sped farfar from the ability . Behind us, explosions erupted because the servers overheated, sending plumes of smoke and hearthplace into the sky. The sight changed into each terrifying and exhilarating sight. “It’s over,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “We did it.” Ethan located a hand on my shoulder, his expression softening. “You did it, Anita.” The Fallout

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

Fabian followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and groaning her name as he came hard, filling her with hot spurts. They stayed locked together, breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed. For a moment, the walls seemed to crack. “I was captured behind enemy lines,” he whispered. “Tortured for months. Escaped. But it’s not over. They’re still out there.”

He said my name like a prayer. "Please let me cum Taylor, fuck! I'm cumming" Silence followed. my chest rose and fell. Heart racing. Mind spinning. The building settled back into quiet. I stared at the ceiling, dazed. “I just… got off with my neighbor through a wall,” I whispered. "Fuck Taylor, I made a mess, my cum's everywhere but inside you"

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.

~074 Fallout The world did not end in an explosion or in silence. It ended in emails. In headlines. In contracts rewritten under duress. In boardrooms that smelled of sweat and panic. It had been forty-eight hours since Edenfall. Inside the Cathedral, Xavier sat hunched over a console, the flickering light casting deep shadows under his eyes. Reports streamed across the monitors - hundreds of them, from news outlets, whistleblowing platforms, underground networks, corporate leak databases. Bella entered the war room silently, the soft padding of her socks the only sound before she rested a hand on Xavier's shoulder. In the crook of her other arm, baby Hope blinked up at the ceiling's mosaic