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It only occurred to Lucy after the fourth time they’d had sex, that she’d never seen his cock, nor had he actually penetrated her with such.
He was a diligent lover. Voracious, really. Spending an agonising eternity eating her out. Devouring her and pumping his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. She could tell from his eyes during the act that he was enjoying it. That he was aroused himself.
But she’d never actually seen his cock.
She let it lie for a while. Not wanting to scare him off or offend him. Their intimacy was tenuous enough and she didn’t want to ruin it by potentially speaking about something that might hurt him.
One evening when they’d made camp in a surprisingly green little copse of trees and he’d killed a giant molerat for dinner, cooking it over the fire with some wild garlic he’d located, she resolved to try and broach the subject with him.
They’d finished their meal and he’d pulled off a leg of the crispy critter for Dogmeat to have, letting the fire die down and pulling Lucy into his side so they could look up at the stars.
His hand skirted over the side of her breast, squeezing gently as she leaned into him.
“Think I’m ‘bout ready for my dessert. And we’re plumb out of canned peaches and marmalade.” he said, voice low and hungry.
Lucy pulled the zipper of her vault suit down, shucking it off her arms and moving to remove her tank top.
Cooper laid her back, pillowing her head against his balled up duster and pulling the zipper of her suit down entirely so he could remove it from her. She lifted her hips so he could tug it off her wonderfully curved hips. In their now familiar routine, he moved to lay between her long, lithe legs, the scent of her sex filling his senses. Warm and heady and thick. Like a summer’s day in Louisiana. He could already taste the salt and tang of her on his tongue and his mouth watered at the thought. Could already feel her body clenching around his fingers and tongue as he fucked her until she broke and his name spilled over her lips like a waterfall of precious gems.
He was about to pull her panties down and bury his face eagerly in that heavenly spot between her legs, when her hands came down to rest first on his shoulders to stop him, then to cup his face when he looked up at her in confusion. Cooper felt like a starving man who’d just had a steak yanked away from him.
“S’matter?” he asked thickly.
Her large eyes were gentle but concerned looking. He could tell she had something on her mind. Something he wasn’t likely to be thrilled about, by the looks of it. Lucy didn’t answer him right away. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at him seriously, trying to think about how best to phrase her burning question.
Desire burned in his belly, spreading outwards in the old familiar way.
“Babydoll?” he prodded gently. “What’sa matter? You hurtin’? Or on the rag? I don’t mind a bit of blood-”
“No. No, Coop. That’s not it at all…” she said softly.
Lucy frowned, more at herself than at him. She’d started this, she needed to follow through on it.
“If you’re not in the mood-”
“No. That’s not it either.” she assured him. “You make me… well. You can see how wet you’ve made me already.”
He glanced down at the wet patch on the crotch of her panties, feeling more than a little smug and proud of his ability to turn her on.
“Then what’s goin’ on, darlin’?”
She licked her lips.
“I just… you’ve ‘taken care of me’ a lot lately. I figure it’s my turn to return the favour.” she said quickly, before she could chicken out.
Cooper froze and she immediately felt like she’d wrecked anything.
“Darlin’...” he started, voice tight.
“Chet used to really like it when I… went down on him. So I feel confident that my skills are at least competent enough to-”
“Honey.” he interrupted her, face looking both grim and sad.
“I mean, I’m always up to hear constructive criticism. I would, of course, be happy to make any changes or learn new techniques that you might be able to-”
“Sugar. How much do you know about ghouls?” he said, clearly working hard to keep his voice emotionless. “Specifically about what happens physically?”
Lucy blinked. She didn’t really know anything about ghouls. Not outside the fact they needed to have constant access to particular chems in order to avoid becoming feral. That they could feed on raw flesh to keep themselves going.
“I mean… Not a lot. But…”
“When the bombs dropped…” he started. “I got hit with waves of radiation.”
She was quiet, listening carefully as he reluctantly began to speak. He sat back, watching her with an indescribably complex series of emotions flicking across his face. Lucy nodded encouragingly.
“The first thing that happens… your skin starts to burn. Feels like… I don’t even know how to describe it. Like a thousand wasps stingin’ ya all at once. Like being pressed against an oven wall and held there until you can’t take no more…”
Cooper rubbed fitfully at his thighs, taking a deep breath and trying his best to maintain his composure.
“That burn sinks in deep… Kills a lot of nerves. Some times they heal. Sometimes they don’t.”
Lucy’s stomach twisted. She felt like there was a dark, yawning crater looming up ahead and she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear about what lay within it.
“Then, your soft tissues start dyin’. The fat… it shrivels. Things die… and rot… and are taken away.”
“Oh Coop…” she whispered, wanting to reach out to him. To hold him.
“Lost parts of my ears first. Then my nose. Every day, it was like dyin’. Piece by piece. Like everythin’ that makes a human a human got turned into scars.”
Lucy’s lip quivered as she fought back tears, watching her ghoul talk about the most painful period of his very long life.
“Coop… are you telling me…” she asked uncomfortably, not even really sure how she’d finished that sentence.
He looked bitter for a moment, then seemed to realise he was turning that bitterness towards her. And that wasn’t fair to her. She was hardly to blame for anything he’d been through. Even if her daddy was part of it.
“Like I said. “ he started again, hollowly. “Lost a lot of my… soft tissues.”
“But… you still-”
“Oh I still get horny as a Brahmin bull durin’ matin’ season. Just can’t really…” he trailed off, the bitterness stealing in again.
“Is there… I mean…” she wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking. It didn’t seem like a good idea to say ‘Hey Cooper, do you still have anything resembling a cock? I want you in me.’
He paused, seeming to be evaluating his options.
“There’s… something there. But it’s not likely to rock your socks off.” he said reluctantly.
“Can you… feel? Anything?”
His brow furrowed.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can feel. Just… takes a bit of finaglin’.” he sighed. “Ain’t worth botherin’ you over though.”
“Cooper.” Lucy said, moving forward and taking his hands into her own, bringing them to her lips and kissing his scarred knuckles. “Everything about you is worth ‘bothering’. But if I can make you happy. If I can make you… feel good. Then it isn’t a bother.”
His mouth dropped open slightly as if he was in awe of her words.
“Will you let me at least try?” Lucy asked gently.
Cooper sat frozen for a long moment, as if weighing every possible scenario in his mind against the potential outcome of Lucy never wanting him to touch her again. They’d already overcome so much together. Already fought side by side against a world that was trying to kill them. Even tried to kill each other. Lucy wanted to fight side by side in this too. Against his own self loathing and belief he wasn’t worth love, physical or otherwise.
And then he gave her a short, anxious nod. There was something in his eyes she hadn’t really seen before: fear.
Fear of what? That she’d look at his body and be repulsed? That she’d reject him? Lucy knew she had to tread carefully here. Despite all his hard edges and rough exterior, she knew he was brittle inside. Knew she could break him into a million pieces with a thoughtless word or gesture.
“Then lay back. Let me do this for you.” she said softly.
He looked ready to flee. Ready to run away and never look back. She had to tread oh so carefully here. This was a make or break moment and she didn’t want to fail at the last hurdle.
Lucy urged him to switch places with her, watching him recline awkwardly against their makeshift pillows. She crawled over him, unbuttoning his vest and shirt first, pushing them off his shoulders and tossing them aside. Next, she pulled off his boots, placing them to the side. He was so proud of those boots. They’d carried him through two hundred years and thousands of miles. She had to be careful of them too.
He caught her hand as her fingers moved to twitch open his trouser button.
“Luce…” he said, mouth dry and his eyes searching hers, as if desperate to try and tell if she was in any way lying to him. “However… bad… you think it’ll be? It’s worse.”
She fixed him with a carefully neutral look.
“Why don’t you let me make that determination?” Lucy said.
Cooper swallowed hard. Closed his eyes for a moment. Nodded.
“Lift your hips.” she instructed him.
Much to her surprise, he obeyed. Lifting his hips slightly so she could unbutton and unzip his worn out striped denim pants off his narrow hips and tug them down, not looking at his now fully naked body until she’d removed the trousers completely and folded them up, laying them next to his boots.
She could feel his eyes on her and she let her gaze slowly move up his long legs, covered with the old burn scars and odd knife or bullet wound. He was all lean muscle and sinews. Not bulkily muscular like Chet or her short-lived husband. Cooper’s body was hairless. His hips jutted out like that of the starving corpse he resembled. She let her eyes drag to the spot between his legs. Huh… It was mostly smooth but scarred there. Where she would have expected a penis, there was only a small, protruding stalk of flesh. Maybe half as long as their shared finger. No testicles to speak of but, if she were honest, that was hardly a loss for her. It wasn’t as if they were particularly attractive.
“I’ll get it if you don’t want to-” he started, already moving to grab his shirt to throw it over his crotch.
“Will it hurt you if I touch you?” she asked abruptly.
He looked startled.
“Uh, no. No it won’t hurt me. It’s mostly just what’s left of my nerves now, so it’s a… a bit more sensitive than it used to be when I was… normal.” he replied.
“Would you be ok if I tried something?”
“Like what?”
“Let me use my mouth? I think we can make this work. Together.”
He mouthed at her silently. Her eyes were big. Innocent. Genuine. Lucy couldn’t lie. Not even if she really wanted to. Her face would have given it away.
“Darlin’...”
“Please?”
After weeks of getting eaten out like it was Cooper’s life’s calling, she felt it was only fair and only right that she try to reciprocate. To even the scales a little.
“Ah…A’right.” he said, bewildered.
“Spread your legs a little more.” she instructed.
More obediently than she would have expected, he parted his thighs wider, watching her settle down on her belly between them. He didn’t smell bad or anything. Just of sweat and dust. Of days walking on the road. Tentatively, Lucy tried to recall exactly what Chet had liked when she had performed fellatio on him. Then immediately threw all of that away and concentrated on exploring her ghoul and trying to find out what he liked.
Lucy nuzzled against his knee, beginning to trail kisses along the insides of his thighs. She felt him start at the first touch, but she made soothing noises as she worked her way upwards. The former vault dweller used one hand to prop herself up while the other moved over his taut belly, feeling the muscles beneath his scarred skin tensing at her touch.
“Luce…” his voice was unexpectedly breathy. Wanting. Desirous of her. Of her touch.
Her lips travelled up, up, up. She let her tongue dart out, dragging over a slight expanse of smoothish skin between his legs, just below what she resolved to continue thinking of as his cock. She teased and tormented, licking at the skin surrounding it but never quite touching it.
Lucy’s breath was hot on his skin and he felt the rising, tingling arousal that had been temporarily banked. It would never be quite like it had been, but this was the first time in a very long time that he’d felt a woman’s lips on the skin below his belt line. He almost felt normal.
Between his legs, Lucy let her tongue make a long, languid lick along the small bundle of damaged nerves. There was clearly enough erectile tissue left there that she could tell he was enjoying what she was doing. He’d swelled a little due to her dedicated ministrations and it was now about the thickness of her thumb.
She licked lightly at the tip, trying to determine what parts of it were more sensitive than others. Lucy swirled her tongue around it entirely. Repeatedly. She was fascinated by him. Fascinated by his body. She glanced up at his face, trying to determine how he was feeling about this. His brow was furrowed in concentration.
Eyes still fixed on his face, Lucy opened her mouth and engulfed his cock entirely in her warm, wet heat, suckling gently as she ran her hands over his thighs. His hips jumped and he let out a low moan that made her grin internally.
“Mmmm…” she buzzed. “See? I told you I could make you feel good.”
The stalk of flesh in her mouth twitched and she again swirled her tongue around him, finding that when the tip of her tongue moved over a specific spot just so, his cries became more needful. She concentrated her efforts there, every so often sucking the length of him hard, base to tip.
“Luce… Lucy!” he gasped.
She buried her face harder against him, her hands moving over his stomach and chest, stroking and squeezing and pinching lightly. Lucy loved the way he was panting and groaning. Loved that she could make her big, bad, cowboy turn into a puddle of melting desire.
Lucy licked below his cock again, concentrating her efforts there momentarily. Her tickling and sucking stimulated what was left of the nerves there and his hips jumped again.
“Luce… darlin’...”
“What do you need? What can I change for you?” she asked, her own desire rising high in her stomach. “Do you think I can make you cum from this or is there something I can add to help-”
“Lap.” he panted. “Come here and sit in my lap.”
She clambered over him, straddling his hips as he sat up slightly. Lucy felt his left hand moving between them, between her legs. Pushing aside her boring white poly-cotton panties. Stroking her dripping pussy and pressing a finger gently inside her.
“God but I wish I could be inside you, darlin’.” he muttered, half arousal-drunk, half bitter.
Lucy rocked her hips against his fingers.
“A lot of sex is mental.” she murmured, reaching behind herself and undoing her bra.
Her breasts, full and pert with their hard tan nipples, pressed against his bare chest and she let them drag against his skin slowly.
“Fuck..! Lucy…” he whined.
“Give me your other hand.” she asked, already reaching for it.
He let her take his free hand in hers, drawing it to her lips. Lucy circled the tips of his first and middle fingers with her tongue, then sucked hard at them, tasting the salt of sweat and maybe a bit of gun oil on his skin.
“Is me grinding against you enough, or do you need to stimulate yourself?” she asked.
He chuckled at her matter o’ fact words. As if there was a checklist she was running through to find the optimal way to bring him pleasure.
“Can bring m’self off with my hand. Makes it easier, at least.” he growled in her ear.
“Then let’s do that.” she agreed, lifting her hips off him slightly. “Keep fingering me… feels… so good..!” Lucy said, giving him room to work the wet fingers she’d been sucking on between his own legs and against his cock.
It was awkward for a moment. A little strange, especially compared to what she’d been used to. But this was… somehow more heartfelt. More… intimate than her cousin stuff with Chet and her ill-fated romp with the raider.
Cooper’s fingers moved in and out of her body, his thumb pressing against her clit and rubbing gently in circles until she was rocking back against him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as her passion grew, her arms wrapping around his broad, bare shoulders.
“Fuck, darlin’...” he groaned against her skin.
Lucy attacked his throat with her mouth. Wanting to taste him there too. Wanting to completely meld with him in this moment. She ground herself back at his thrusting fingers, feeling him rubbing himself in time with the motions. This analog for penetrative sex was exquisitely strange and wonderful and she was loving it.
“Oh, Coop!” she whimpered into his ear, low and soft and wanting. “Coop… you feel… you feel so good..!”
“Babygirl… darlin’... fuck but you feel amazing!”
The sensations of her pussy taking his fingers, clenching around them so warm and wet and tight had melded in his mind with the pleasure he was receiving from stimulating himself. It was almost as if he was whole and intact and actually thrusting himself inside her, cockhead kissing up deliciously against the soft, sponginess of her cervix. As if he was about to fill her obliging cunt with his built up spend from weeks of essentially edging himself while he devoured her sweet pussy.
“Coop! Coop! Please!” she was gasping. His fingers inside her were pounding harder. Stretching her out and filling her. Her own mind didn’t seem to care much for the reality. What mattered was what they’d found, what they’d created together.
“Darlin’, you feel so good. Squeezin’ on me… takin’ me so well..!” her ghoul panted, “Babygirl, forgive me; I’m ‘bout to lose it!”
Lucy clung to him, stroking the back of his head and holding him close.
“Oh Coop… God this… this feels amazing! Please! Cum. Cum inside me. I want it!” she moaned lustfully.
“Fuck! Luce!” he grunted, hips bucking upwards. “Lucy, I’m- I’m- FUCK!”
Lucy felt her own body burst with pleasure as her muscles contracted and let go one final time around his invading fingers, driven hard upwards by his thrusting hips.
She heard him let out a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, his face burying in her shoulder as he rode out his own orgasm, her name on his cracked lips.
The hand stimulating his cock moved from between them, coming to rest on her hip as his own hips still rocked against her. The fingers inside her slowed, then finally came to a stop and were gently removed. Lucy could smell herself on them as he shifted. She reached out and grabbed that hand, sucking her juices from his fingers and smiling hungrily at him as she did so.
When she released him, he sat with his hands on her hips, just staring up at her. This goddess he’d somehow fooled into thinking he was worth her time. Worth her body. Worth her love.
She was beauty incarnate. She was perfection made flesh. She was an angel who’d determined herself to be the saviour of his blackened soul.
In two hundred years, he’d met and fucked a number of women. But none of those times were like this. Never this… ethereal. This transcendent.
“Darlin’...” he breathed, reaching up to cradle her face, smoothing his thumb over her cheek adoringly. “Darlin’...”
And she held him as he held her back. There, safe temporarily. Satiated and calm. Feeling that there was, perhaps, a small chance for him that his life was worth living.
Beneath a blanket of stars they lay, the sound of the forest their lullaby.