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“You know, that wasn’t as bad as I imagined it being.” Catherine mused to herself, the now silent ruins of what once was the Corvega factory offering no rebuttal.
“Tell that to the ant goop we’re covered in.” Butch argued in its stead, removing his helmet and following behind her as they wandered from the messy sight of their fight with the queen ant, into the far cleaner room over.
Various desks, all with varying levels of dust and junk piled atop of them were scattered around, hinting that this space was the office floor multiple lifetimes ago. She approached one at random, gently tugging off her helmet, and brown duster, placing them on the desk temporarily, noting their definitely gooped status.
Her companion watched her, studying the slight sweat glistening on the few patches of exposed tan skin. Seeing her freckles across her nose appear and the way the artificial light hit her green eyes when she turned her head slightly. The stray auburn hairs from her pinned up braid made her hair a little messier than usual, and he hoped he would be the one to get to redo it for her. Smitten with each part, and the culmination of them making up her, he felt his heart swell faintly.
“We’ll head back to Canterbury, tell them we fixed their ant problem, get our payment you insisted on.”
He didn’t need to see her face to know she wasn’t too pleased with him insisting their work wouldn’t come free. Half expecting her to start lecturing him again on having enough caps by scavenging, and being a pushover by willing to throw herself into danger for a pat on the back. But not him, he was going to make sure she got her worth in caps, even if she considered him an asshole for it.
“And we can rent a room,” She mused, fidgeting with her bag’s zipper, opening it to grab a few things inside. “And take a shower there.”
“Probably going to have to share one to conserve water.” He walked closer to ensure she heard him, speaking seductively deep.
She didn’t respond immediately, stuck between the desk and an insufferable boyfriend, letting her bag drop to the floor, along with her guns unstrapped from her back.
She turned around with a faint glare pointed at him. “I would agree to that, if someone didn’t ask for a kiss tax everytime I needed to use the water.”
“Times are tough,” He joked, recalling the way she always smirked amusedly when he asked, the blush on her skin from the steam of the hot water far too enticing to let her go without one. “Need some sugar from my best girl to keep me going.”
He expected her to snark back, as their dynamic usually went. Which is why when her lips promptly touched his, silky, warm, and oh so soft, he froze. And before he could pull her closer, wrap his arms around her and really lean into the kiss, she broke off.
“Paying the “my boyfriend carries my stuff for me” tax.” She shot him a smug smile, grabbing the precious item he was carrying without resistance, a waterproof husk filled with the sought after ant queen pheromones, and turned back to the desk.
It only took him seconds to stop his reeling from the sudden affection, stepping closer to peer over her shoulder at her work. A small thought at the continuous joy of hearing her call him “my boyfriend” hinged in the back of his mind, hoping the feeling would never diminish.
“Just need to transfer the pheromones into the vials, and we’ll head out.” She explained, carefully piercing the outer shell of the ant queen’s previous component, and delicately trickling it into the vials.
Taking a few steps back, Butch wandered around the space. Both in watch for any feral ghouls, or ants they might have missed, but mainly so he wasn’t so tempted to trail kisses down on her neck. He wasn’t in the mood for a scolding and another lecture on not interrupting her meticulous processes.
“Ah, fuck!” She blurted out, in a volatile mix of panic and aggravation.
“Cat? You okay?” He quickly rushed over to her in fear, studying her over for injuries, noticing the burst in the side of the ant husk, and the glossy, wet sheen on her armor, and parts of her neck.
“Fine, I’m fine.” She quickly told him, grumbling a little. “I guess the casing was more fragile than I initially thought. I, uh, I-”
Her mind felt like it was just hit by a tsunami of overwhelming stimulation. Body following suit, a tingle crawling down her spine while her skin suddenly was lit aflame. Worse was the abrupt uproar that her brain faced in reply to the moisture between her legs. She shoved her thighs together with no concern for subtly, the fabric of her panties brushing against her causing a shot of painful desire for touch to the forefront of her thinking. She bit her lip and forced back the moan that tried to escape her.
“Cat?” She heard her companion say in concern, his warm breath hitting her neck only worsening the effect.
It was the ant pheromones, they were sparking her sex drive to insane levels. She knew they had a powerful effect, a top level quality aphrodisiac, which is why she tested their capability with her boyfriend before. But that was a few drops, just to test the water. This was being dunked head first into the depths without a safety float, sinking into the thick miasma of eros. An unbelievably sizable difference in impact, correlating to the large amount now covering her.
“I’m f-fine!” She managed to squeak out, barely believing her own words, hands almost shooting down south to try and keep herself together, stopping herself last second when a brief flash of clarity shone through. “I just, um, need a second. Over there. By myself.”
“What?” He asked her, staying put in bewilderment as he watched her uncomfortably walk off beyond the gray thin walls of the various cubicles.
She knew the answer to this problem, and the most desired one entailed enlisting her boyfriend for help. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been intimate before, that she didn’t trust him. It was rather her own insecurities piled on over the years, coupled with the fact that she couldn’t bear the thought of forcing him into this. He couldn’t possibly want to ravish her against a dusty desk, or plow her with the force of a jackhammer into the concrete wall, not when she was so grossly covered in grime and sweat from the day. The thought would probably gross him out, she would gross him out.
It wasn’t like she had time for that aforementioned shower either, nor the ability to walk back without addressing this first, if she could even continue walking soon. To say nothing of the fact that perhaps she could’ve simply asked him what he wanted to do, because she didn’t want to think about it, knowing the moment she was rejected she would’ve fallen apart. Her usual sharp mind dulled by the control of her libido put in charge of her thinking, allowing her to see no other possibility.
She swallowed hard, feeling her tongue faintly swollen, fitting uncomfortably in her mouth, making her wonder what else of hers was facing the same issue. And as she tried to walk fast, difficult when also forced to keep her legs together, she soon got her answer. Every inch of fabric on her clothes grinded against her sensitive spots, too mildly, agonizingly slowly, and maddeningly.
It was driving her insane! She needed relief- now.
Finding a secluded cubicle in the corner, she hid herself away inside. The desk was in far better shape than the others, and it only took her seconds to wipe away any stray dust, practically tear off her gloves, and struggle to undo her belt and zipper in a lust induced hysteria.
But when she finally could fit her bare hand into her pants, biting her tongue to silence her whimpering, her hand found out that her panties were beyond soaked. The fabric was drenched, and she didn’t need to touch her folds, though they desperately ached for relief, to know it was the source.
The tiniest, quietest of moans escaped her ironclad defenses when she felt the familiar touch of her fingers try to appease her suffering. It was almost painful in how sensitive she was, prompting her to alleviate her agony in weak caressing, not willing to risk her vocal chords getting greater use.
She had just managed to lift one of her legs to rest on the top of the desk, giving her better access to start inserting her fingers, when she heard footsteps.
“Catherine? Where are you?” Butch’s concern was evident in his tone, twisting her stomach.
Lowering her leg, and removing her hand with great displeasure from her body, her remaining consciousness wished for him not to find her, while her libido wished the opposite. The latter getting their prayer answered, as his boot’s stomps echoed louder.
“Cat?” She tensed at her nickname, hearing him speak just paces behind her, knowing he could see her now.
And as he grew closer, she knew he wasn’t that much of an oblivious guy to not understand what she was just doing. Her skin flushed, gloves removed, belt undone, and her refusal to turn around at him, hands gripping tight on to the desk in front of her in a needed anchor.
She wanted to cry, already feeling the tears prick at the corner of her eyes, and the sob stick in her throat. It would only be a matter of time now before he made some excuse and left her, probably would break up with her seeing her like this. Painted as a sex crazed maniac, the pheromones being no excuse for her behavior. The vulnerability and borderline insanity of her sex drive from the pheromones the last straw for their relationship, proving her fear that everyone’s love for her was always only surface deep.
“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay.”
She wasn’t expecting his voice to be so uncharacteristically gentle, or that his arms would come to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his comforting embrace. One of them snaked down her own, entwining his fingers in hers to pull her away from the vice grip she had on the metal surface, his mouth kissing her neck tenderly, melting her with a thick, coating sweetness.
But mainly, she really didn’t expect the poke into her backside from something unmistakably hard, and how much of a turn on it was.
“You want to take care of this yourself?” He asked her without any sign of reluctance, causing her stomach to tighten.
He wasn’t going to force anything on her, and she knew if she said the word he’d leave her to her work without complaint. But she felt the same about him, she wasn’t going to coerce him into this, have him sleep with her out of guilt, or obligation.
“I figured you didn’t want to, you know.” She managed to whimper out, lust curtailing the fear in her mind.
“Baby,” He growled into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.”
“I’m partly covered in ant gunk and all dirty. You don’t have to do this if you don’t- Ah!”
His warm touch traced down the vulnerable patch of her stomach, tenderly sliding downward, cautiously as to give her plenty of opportunity to stop him. She didn’t even know when he had taken off his gloves, making her wonder if he was in the same boat she was.
“Cat,” She heard him speak, switching out his previous passionate tone for something calm, gentle, perhaps even a little sad. “Of course I fuckin’ want this. You really think I’m not going to believe you’re the most gorgeous doll I’ve ever seen because of some dirt on you? That I don’t want you more than anything right now? Don’t know if I can keep my hands off of you, ant goop or not.”
His fingers were inching closer to her opening, as she held back the beg for him to shove himself in her already. Trying to focus her mind on his words, feeling his expressed devotion course through her and claim her heart again. This burglar of her mind, love, and body was who she desperately needed right now, and she was finally able to see he was more than willing to give himself.
“P-please…” She trailed off, barely audible, a whisper said under her breath. Her hands gripped both the desk, and his own tighter, her impatience spiking.
“Please, what?”
She could hear the smug smirk in his voice, but judging by how that hard spot pressing against her throbbed, he was barely holding himself back. And perhaps any other time she would’ve turned the tables on him, made him the one to beg for this, but she was far too gone to care at this point.
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s my girl.”
Without so much as a warning, his hand delved into her panties, fingers rapidly rubbing her clit with no regard for sensitivity. Not that she really had the mind to think, or the capacity to complain, with how every part of her body was slammed with stimulation that flooded through her in electric tingles.
“Those ant pheromones didn’t just affect you, ya know.” She heard him speak low, his free hand letting go of hers to hook under her leg, gently placing it on top of the desk, her leaning onto it as the new position gave greater accessibility to his skillful hand. “I was goin’ crazy, wanting to do this to you. And then you go wandering off, I thought I was goin’ to explode.”
She wanted to apologize for thinking so low of him, to say sorry for imagining him being unable to love her to this degree. But when his rough fingers splintered off from her clit, thumb being left behind to lovingly attend to it, while one sank into her easily, lubricated by her soaked stature, she couldn’t form the words. She could barely form the thought.
“Sor- so- ahh, ahhh!” She moaned out, hardly able to even voice her ecstasy, sounds getting caught in her throat when her entire mind blanked as another finger pushed inside of her.
Shifting her hips slightly, she fucked herself on his touch, feeling his rapid movement decimating her consciousness. Paired with the throbbing hardness remaining taught against her, his chest was flush against her, allowing her to feel his panting hitting her earlobe, along with the brief chuckle, deep and throaty.
“Fuck dollface, you’re so wet.” He told her, as if she didn’t already know. “Feeling you so eager for me is so fuckin’ hot.”
A whimper built itself up enough to make it past her lips, unable to speak anything else, she couldn’t even beg for another finger. Yet he seemed to read her mind, or perhaps it was his plan all along, as another joined the party.
The sinful moan she made was louder than all the others, when his fingers curled themselves inside of her. She felt her whole self come undone around his touch, held together by his arm clamped around her waist to hold her steady.
The pheromones wouldn’t let her go just yet though, her first orgasm not nearly enough to satisfy her. And she was far too horny to care if she needed to admit aloud that she was desperately craving his dick, swearing her pupils must’ve been heart shaped by the overpowering pleasure and lust taking hold.
“M-more. Please.” She stuttered when his hand left her pants and his chest pulled away from being pressed against her back, hearing the devious snicker from him in response.
“You got it, Cat.”
She managed to turn herself around, shakily, leaning heavily on the desk to keep herself upright. Seeing him slightly struggle with his own belt, he cursed silently as the loop kept getting caught in his rush. The metal clinking accompanied her own stumbling footsteps, swatting his hands away to do it herself.
“I can-” He wanted to object, but found the complaint lodged in his throat when it only took her a few swift movements to undo it, and shove his pants and boxers off to his ankles, causing him to gasp with the sensation of his cock springing free.
He didn’t have any time to try and command her, or try and position her to angle himself to thrust inside, as she immediately dropped to her knees.
“Cat, wha-” He tried to ask her, already having an idea of her thought process, and feeling the bliss of it being confirmed when she took him in her mouth, her reddened lips wrapping around his tip, slowly moving forward. He didn’t know if he could get any harder, but the thought of how impatient she was to taste him, the horniness overtaking her making her crave him and only his dick, proved him wrong.
“F-fuck!” His immediate response cried out, his tortuous stiffness feeling instant relief with the heavenly heat of her mouth.
One hand latched onto her head, while the other slammed on the cubicle wall behind him for balance. His knees nearly buckled when he watched her mesmerizingly deepthroat his member, hearing her muffled pleasured moans, and feeling her fingers dig into the clamp they had on his thighs to help pivot her forward. His lips spilling out silent curses, using his fingers entwined in her hair to better angle her, of which she didn’t object to. Rather approving his action by using her tongue to swirl around his tip, and working it around his member when she slid it down her throat.
Catherine was absolutely drunk with lust, and she knew it was obvious by how she was acting. But god did his dick taste good, and she loved the way he squirmed when she did this for him, evident by bearing the arrogant smirk he previously adorned. It was decent payback for him acting so smug a few moments ago.
And yet no matter how much she enjoyed the idea of him cumming in her mouth, the hot seed spilling down her throat, and then on her face when she’d overstimulate him further with her hand to the wonderful sound of his involuntary whimpering and pleading. More than anything she wanted him to cum in her, fill her up with warmth and love, and she wasn’t patient enough to wait for him to recover after this.
Her mouth’s grasp on him released with a satisfying pop, hearing his whine at the cooler air hitting his still throbbing cock, having to stop himself from mindlessly shoving it back into her mouth.
He couldn’t even ask her why she stopped, part in knowing the answer, and because she hastily climbed to her feet, and thrust her tongue into his mouth instead. He welcomed it eagerly, entwining hers with his, tasting himself, and drinking in her sounds of pleasure.
When she broke off, he recognized the excitement in her eyes, and the way she bit her lip in want, smiling in infatuation, was so goddamn cute.
“Don’t even have to ask.” He spoke before she could even get her request out, impatient as she was, swiveling her around to push her against the cubicle wall, praying it would be strong enough for what was to come.
Tugging her pants off, past her boots, careful enough not to tear them, he threw them to the side with slight disdain for being in the way. The drenched fabric of her panties were a glorious sight, but he couldn’t fathom wasting another second sliding them down as well.
Hands hooking under her legs, she whimpered at his touch, and again in slight surprise when he pulled her up, her arms resting around his neck while he lined himself up with her, shoving her underwear to the side. Even at just his tip making contact with her, she felt herself wanting to squeal in delight, to say nothing of how her mind completely lost itself in white hot pleasure when he slid fully inside with no need for introduction, nor the usual caution he took. He’d known she was wet enough that he could plow into her with no pain, and oh was he going to.
“Ah, aah…” Her quiet noises trailed off, the rest trapped in her as she couldn’t form any more words when he pulled out, only to immediately delve himself back in.
He was fucking her hard, and she felt herself enraptured with each and every fast, desperate thrust that sheathed into her. The fact that he couldn’t even wait to slide her panties off, so severely needing to fuck her senseless that he had them shoved aside, to be wanted in such a way, it drove her beyond wild. Feeling the warm affection coat herself, coupled with the ecstasy, she swore she could feel herself float with the sensation.
Her partner on the other hand was just as lost in his daze of passion, head clouded with the same repeating thought. Show his girlfriend how much he absolutely adored her by fucking her with everything he had, and then more if she so demanded it. Have her be filled completely with his love, so much she’d never doubt it again when she felt insecure that he always wanted her, no matter her status.
“I love seeing you like this, desperately craving my dick, unable to wait for me to fuck you stupid.” He spoke directly into her ear, his warm breath tickling her between his heaving. “And feeling so fuckin’ good when I’m inside of you. You’re taking it so well, babydoll. Can’t wait to cum in you.”
Mouth fighting with her armor for purchase on the sensitive spots across her neck, he grasped tightly onto her muscular thighs, likely leaving marks, but she was far too engrossed in the way he drove into her to care. Especially when he adjusted himself slightly, the new angle hitting her in that spot that threatened to completely unravel her.
“B-Butch-” She somehow managed to speak his name, his hips rolling with the pronunciation, almost losing his rhythm entirely, as he could think of nothing else but slamming his into hers hard and fast as he could.
Grip tightening, a stray thought forced its way through the fog of his stupor. Imagining getting to satisfy his partner’s sexual need anywhere she requested, the kinky setting of public places, anywhere he could pin her against being fair game. The image of her practically begging for him, her beautiful self bent over and on display, waiting for him, biting her lip with that eager smirk, nearly made him come undone.
“I- uugh- I’m-” She couldn’t get any sentence out, barely being able to squeak out one syllable words.
Knowing her echoing cries would be louder than all those before, and unwilling to alert anything outside of the building, she pulled her lover into a searing kiss to muffle herself. The shrill note she lingered on being muted, she barely registered anything while her mind was wracked with bliss. Forever thankful the two cleared out the building of all threats, as she couldn’t register anything outside of the world the two were enraptured in.
Butch could feel her walls flutter around him, urging him to finish, and it was only a few more thrusts before he couldn’t hold back any further. Breaking away from her to gasp for breath, he slammed his lips onto hers again when he felt himself spill inside her. A deep grumble emanated into her open mouth, whole body shivering as he emptied himself to the sound of her pleasured moaning.
They were both panting heavily when they separated their melded lips, as he felt himself flop bonelessly out of her when setting her back down. Being sure to fix her panties as he did so, lest his cum drip down her legs, though he would’ve adored the sight. But something about her keeping the reminder of his act, being filled and stuffed with him, made a satisfied grin pull at his mouth.
“I-” She started, breathing heavily and stumbling forward onto her partner, visibly quivering. “I need a minute or two. I can’t feel my legs.”
Laughing quietly as he did so, practically swimming in pride at his work, he helped her step over to the desk. Using the last of her energy to pull herself up to sit on the surface, she could barely focus on anything else other than the sensation of cum slowly dripping out from her and onto her undergarments.
“I’m going to need a long shower when I get back.” She commented, avoiding his gaze as he pulled up his pants and redid his belt.
Now that the rosy ecstasy filter was gone, she looked back at her previous words, and actions, with an overbearing sense of embarrassment. And worse was that she knew her boyfriend committed all of it to memory, forever. He saw her at her absolute horniest, and it'd be a safer bet on her meeting another talking tree than him not bringing this up again.
“That offer for company is still open.” He apparently never lost the ability to be suggestive, even post-coitus when he was obviously as exhausted as her.
“I’ll consider it if you handle talking to everyone,” She negotiated, graciously taking back her pants when he brought them to her, and eyeing him when he leaned on the desk next to her. “I probably shouldn’t be in close proximity to anyone else until after I manage to scrub off these pheromones.”
A painful jab hit his stomach at the thought of anyone else lusting after her as hard as he did, suddenly not wanting to ever let her out of his sight. Or at least until she cleaned everything off, multiple times.
“Even more reason to shower together,” He didn’t relent on his earlier position, hand snaking around her waist to trace shapes into her side. “Need someone else to help scrub you down.”
“Guess we better start moving then,” She hopped off the desk, feeling the strength in her legs return while she pulled her pants back on, and tucked them into her boots. When she was done, she gave him one last smirk, slowly backing up to go retrieve her things. “I have to pay my taxes after all.”
The quiet laugh she let out echoed faintly across the high ceiling, lifting him up along with it. He followed after her with a smirk, going back to grab their things, leaving the building and returning to town. Going solo to grab their caps, and then pay for their temporary stay in an empty building, they nearly crashed into their temporary residency.
“Sweet, sweet shower for my aching muscles.” She sang pleasantly, thrusting her bags to the ground, the weapons set down gently, and pulling her clothes off the moment the door was locked.
Her boyfriend followed her lead, almost stumbling over himself when his shirt got caught trying to lift it over his head, and being rewarded for it with the jingle of Cat’s laughter when she went to help him. A dumb grin formed on his face when they were finally undressed, and she tugged on his wrist to pull him into the bathroom with her.
The warm, slow trickle from the slightly rusty shower head was divine, the pure water courtesy of Project Purity. And even better was the rubbing from her partner’s strong hands, massaging her sore muscles from behind, and lathering her body in lavender soaked soap suds.
“Hey,” She heard him speak a little quietly at first, and a little sad. “You know I’m absolutely crazy for you, right?”
“I think I got the message loud and clear earlier.” She chuckled, receiving that same feeling again when she felt his rough palms slide across her body, so wonderfully gently, admiringly, as if he was trying to memorize her shape by touch alone.
“Good, cause, I, uh, love you…”
He was so goddamn cute, the way he murmured his statement in embarrassment confirming it. She couldn’t stop herself from turning around and tenderly cupping his face, seeing that blush across his cheeks, and meeting his gorgeous blue, widened eyes. A stray thought about how he was hot as sin crossed her mind, and another by how lucky she was to have someone as wonderful as the person he became. But she could speak them aloud later, when they were snuggled together in blankets and each other's arms. The darkness could conceal her red face better.
“Love you, too.” She said, pressing her smile onto his lips, feeling it’s love struck match appear on his face before she saw it.
“And that’s my “kiss tax” to use the water.” She told him when she broke off.
“Gonna need another one,” He teased, leaning forward preemptively. “Taxes just got raised.”