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"Want another go, Big Guy?"

Rebecca said as she's been leisurely sucking Six's cock for the last minute, releasing the seal of her plump lips around his tip with a wet pop, and crawled out of the mattress to stand by the wall for support as he began to pound her cunt. She squealed and moaned from each thrust losing herself in ecstasy as he came inside her pussy hole. 

SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT!!

Since their relationship had stepped up to the next level as official boyfriend and girlfriend, Six and Rebecca had started engaging in a marathon of raw sex sessions, touching each other, and fucking in every part of the penthouse. She took to his cock like a champ.

"God Rebecca! You're still so tight."

A twitch in her pussy made a dribble of the super soldier's seed spurt out of her hole, trickling down her slit towards her leg, as Six kept pounding her pussy from behind. He had a few of his fingers over her mouth, she was exhilarated enjoying sucking his finger, and she was startled to realize that he was drilling her harder than she thought he would.

"Yes, baby! Fuck me! I'm your little slut!"

She moaned as her whole body was fuzzy with lust. Rebecca turned around and slipped her arm around him, kissing his cheek. Hugging her lover while they were both naked, his arm fondling her bare petite tits, then he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up, so her dripping cunt took his throbbing shaft deeper into her wet hole. 

"Fuck! I want you to pump me full of cum again, Big Guy!!!"

She watched the hungry look in Six's eyes as he pounded her ass, and everything moved faster than she could really follow. His face darted to hers and he captured her lips in an open-mouthed rough kiss. His slippery tongue forced its way into her shocked mouth, and when it started to lick and wrestle with hers, Rebecca let out a growling moan.

"Mhmmmmmmm."

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap!

Her arm around his neck tightened, only standing on one leg and their kiss intensified, so sloppy they soon both had saliva coating their lips and chins. It was heavenly, by far the best make-out she'd experienced, so being torn from the entrancing sensation of him sucking her tongue when he pushed his cock into her womb. Shooting stream after stream of his thick creamy seed, painting her insides white.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Six!"

"Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good, Rebecca!"

Not giving her rest Six spun her to face him, hooked his arms under her knees, and easily lifted her up and slid her perfect petit pussy down onto his stiff cock. He started bouncing her on his shaft without missing a beat, grunting with exertion each time he moved her up and down, using her like an onahole.

Rebecca yelped every time he bottomed out inside her, overwhelmed by this access of uncontrolled lust, and preferring to just enjoy the way Six was manipulating her body. 

"Oh my god!"

She squealed as her pussy was filled once again by his virile sperm, and they kept going. Over the past few weeks, Six and Rebecca have been caught in a cycle of working on the settlement, partying, indulging in drinks, hunting wildlife, and lovemaking every day.

They effortlessly cleared out all the radscorpions from Goodsprings for entertainment and traded their remains and eggs for a substantial amount of MSP. Six even positioned multiple Sentry Guns in the area in case any pests reappeared. He also used all his skill books;

EXPLOSIVES: 27 > 30

GUNS: 87 > 90

SNEAK: 27 > 30

UNARMED: 27 > 30

After another intimate moment, Six and Rebecca stepped out of their home, contemplating their next activity. It was too early for festivities or drinks. Hunting had lost its thrill after dealing with the radscorpions; nothing else seemed as enticing.

As they deliberated, a figure was abruptly ejected from the Goodsprings General Store. They recognized the portly individual in the Vault-Tec suit: Twig.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Big Guy?"

"If you're considering that we should tail them, expecting an adventure, then yes, you're reading my mind, Rebecca."

They shared a fervent kiss, exchanged a knowing nod, and began to stealthily stalk the trio.

....

Twig just stared at Ben.

"Anyway... I thought we talked about this! I mean, you and I. We--we said that we talked about you not aiming guns at people, or, or, or shooting them, or punching them, or yelling at them, and--"

Scar identically mimics Twig's speech as if they've had this conversation before.

"Yeah, I got it. We got paid, didn't we?"

Twig quickly reacted to Scar.

"Yeah, actually, yeah... let's see..."

They got about five caps for their efforts. Ben sighed and shook his head.

"Barely."

He said and the team hung their heads in disappointment.

"Well, wasn't a total loss."

Ben says showing a couple of bottles.

"Look what I got. Cooler than a bloodbath."

"You stole these?"

Twig questioned looking at the bottle.

"Victimless crime."

Ben replied back.

"How so?"

Twig asked.

"Nobody died."

Ben said and Twig looked in disbelief.

"That's not--"

But Scarlett interrupted

"No, he's right."

Twig shut his mouth and returned the bottle back to Ben.

"That's not my brand, anyway."

Twig said.

"Well, suit yourself fat boy. More for me."

Ben mocked and Scar sighed

"So now what?"

"Set up our courier scam in another town."

"What?"

Questioned Scar.

"What?"

Ben replied.

"Scam?"

Scar questioned, but Ben shrugged like it was a usual thing.

"Yeah! It was like every single package we delivered from the beginning was robbed!"

Twig said.

Scar glances from Twig back to Ben.

"Yeah, that was weird. I thought like one of us was switching out the other when we were supposed to deliver with useless crap which definitely the whole point was."

Scar hangged her head in dismay. She walked past Ben, glaring at him and he quickly stepped to the side.

"Don't touch my back."

"Goddammit, Ben."

"What!? I got the score and we got paid. What's the problem?"

Scar quickly walked toward Ben, pointing the rifle at him and Ben held his hands up.

"We've skipped some levels..."

"The problem is that now nobody can trust us. We're labeled as thieves, and now no one's gonna hire us! You screwed us!"

Ben puts her muzzle down.

"Th-That-bu-just... you know what that's gonna do to me, just... ok Just, no, it's not that big of a deal, ok? The town southwest of here, this buddy of mine, will have some work for us."

Scart looked away, unsure whether to trust Ben, and puts the gun on him again.

"Something legit?"

"It's all legit!"

Ben says making Scar raise an eyebrow.

"Kinda."

Listening to Ben, Scar hesitated

"Fine."

"Geez, why'd you get so..."

Ben said far away.

Meanwhile, Twig was figuring out the scam himself, and had only come to the conclusion now.

"Oh! Oh... you were stealing! Oh, man..."

He follows them as they leave Goodsprings, and they don't realize that they're being followed.

As they trekked the Wasteland Scar asked Ben a question.

"Ben, how old are you?"

"Old enough."

"Then how old were you when the War started?"

"Mid-twenties, I guess? I don't remember."

"So, how much do you actually remember?"

"Nothing... for the rough?"

"Yeah."

"Lots of things."

"Like?"

Ben stops, thinking over a cigarette.

"By mannan.

"What was that?

"I dunno. I think like a ham or something."

"What, like from an old religion?"

"Must be. You know those things you stick in your head?"

"Huh."

"Hmm."

Twig advanced only to inadvertently set off a fragmentation mine and halted.

"Ah, crap!"

The mine detonated, propelling Twig backward. The trio was then ambushed by over a dozen raiders. Ben swiftly dispatched one with his shotgun, while another raider charged past, firing haphazardly, as Scar and Ben returned fire.

"We need to get out of here!"

Ben yelled as Scar helped Twig to his feet, and they took cover behind a rock. Twig began coughing from the blast's impact.

"What was that?"

"Raiders. Didn't expect them to be this far out."

Ben explained.

"These aren't ordinary raiders. They're too coordinated."

Scar observed.

"And they're too well-armed."

Twig added.

"What's the plan?"

Suddenly, they heard a distant gunshot, followed shortly by.

"Argh!"

The bullet struck a raider in the face, his head erupting in a gruesome spectacle.

"To hell with this! I won't miss out on the action!"

Rebecca shouted.

BangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBang!!

She charged toward the raiders with a manic grin, unleashing rapid bursts from her M249 light machine gun. Those raiders not in cover were shredded, leaving only those too petrified to leave their shelters.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Holy shit! The wild gun-toting midget is back!"

Ben proclaimed loudly.

Level: 4

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 42

ENERGY WEAPONS: 27

EXPLOSIVES: 30

GUNS: 90

LOCKPICK: 27

MEDICINE: 27

MELEE WEAPONS: 27

REPAIR: 57

SCIENCE: 42

SNEAK: 30

SPEECH: 27

SURVIVAL: 27

UNARMED: 30