The Good Life: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (ch. 47) (Patreon)

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“Oh, Monsieur Law~! It is simply too much!” Curie gasped underneath me, her breasts heaving with every powerful thrust that made her plump ass ripple from the force. Her pussy gripped my cock in a velvety vice, eagerly taking me in and only reluctantly letting me pull away. Her pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat that pooled and fell into the covers every time my hips met hers.

“Is it everything you'd thought it would be?” I asked, shifting her leg so it rested against my chest and over my shoulder, and Curie gasped in the purest delight.

“Carnal pleasure with you is so much more! I could not have anticipated this!” Curie cried out, throwing her head back and lifting her hips to grant me better access to her body. I had been a little surprised at how Curie wanted to break in her new body, but in hindsight, I shouldn't have been. Both Yoruichi and I had pretty high sex drives, so we were pretty much always going at it when we made camp. I knew the effects that it had on Rumi and Taylor, but I hadn't much considered the effect it would have on Curie.

Overhearing us had aroused her curiosity. And now she was simply aroused.

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I stoked her pleasure with every thrust I made, her pussy leaking droplets of arousal that soaked into the bedsheets without anything resembling reservation. It was a technique that I had been perfecting over the past couple of months. Gone were the clumsy days where I wielded pleasure like a bludgeon -- simply withholding it until it exploded. Now, I wielded it like a scalpel, carefully stoking my targets pleasure, expanding and shaping it. Every thrust I pounded into Curie delivered twice the pleasure that it normally would.

Part of that was me emboldening it, but it was mostly natural. Stimulating her arousal made her more sensitive, which in turn made her more aroused. It was a feedback loop that steadily climbed higher and higher and higher until Curie was left gasping breathlessly, her eyes crossing while her pussy clenched down even as it gushed arousal down my cock.

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A hand went up to grope her breasts, pinching the rosey pink nub that stood at the peak of her full breasts. Leaning down, Curie's body proved to be pretty flexible because she didn't seem to even notice her leg being raised above her head. My lips clamped down on her other nipple, running my tongue over it while I pounded her into the soft memory foam bed that wouldn't be forgetting this any time soon. I felt Curie clawing at my back, completely overwhelmed as she took the full brunt of my new mastery over my powers.

I had made a number of discoveries in my training. Such as the fact that it was possible to have an orgasmin the middle of an orgasm. That's what she was expressing now as every thrust I delivered spiked in pleasure, just barely crossing the threshold to become an orgasm. A daisy chain of orgasmsthat were steadily building up to a really big one. All the while I stroked her pleasure, feeding into it, as her peaks got higher and more intense.

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Then, with a final thrust, I slammed my hips down as I left a hickey on her throat. Curie came undone beneath me, pleasure crashing over her and sweeping her away underneath the intense and violent currents. My balls clenched as I came as well, spitting rope after rope of cum into her waiting womb. Even through the haze of her orgasm, Curie felt it as her breathing hitched.

It was a full minute later before I could safely extract my cock from her reddened pussy, and with a small pop, thick white cum came pooling out of her. I took a moment to admire my handy work, and idly realized that I had absolutely ruined Curie for other men, before rolling off of the bed to the room we had been given. I jumped in the shower, washing off the sweat I had built up before shaving and getting dressed.

It was a full fifteen minutes later when I entered the room again to find that Curie was just now starting to crash from her orgasmic high. “I… believe… studies of… carnal pleasure requires f-further… study…” Curie moaned out, and I chuckled warmly.

“Well, there are plenty of test subjects back in Nuka-World,” I replied. I suppose I had been doing a little sexual experimentation of my own. The thing was, using my powers like this, it set a different standard. It ingrained habits. Cinder had only just started to show the signs of it, but my touch was automatically more pleasurable than someone else's or her own.

It fed into itself. When I touched Cinder, she experienced what amounted to getting the sensitivity dial cranked up a notch. She came easier and harder. So, eventually, her body started associating my touch with cumming so hard her brain started to leak out of her ears, so her body would get ready to go.

I'm pretty sure this isn't what Pavlov intended when he made his namesake discovery, but it was the same effect, essentially.

“I will find a way to… share this most wonderful feeling with everyone,” Curie swore, and I just chuckled.

“I'm looking forward to it,” I replied. No idea what she would cook up there, but given that she had created a cure for just about everything, I wouldn't put anything past her. “Are you thinking of hanging around here?”

Curie offered a sleepy nod, “The Institute is a place of great learning and vast resources. It would be better for my experiments if I were to remain. I have already spoken to Dr. Shaun about repurposing an older lab for me. He awaits your approval.”

Couldn't say I was surprised there. “I'll make sure you get what you need.”

“Most excellent, Monsieur Law. I require a reboot. Goodnight,” Curie said before promptly going to sleep. I just chuckled again, more amused than anything, before tossing a blanket over her and leaving the room entirely.

The Institute was ours. I would start moving all the sciencey stuff over this way, probably turning the old MIT building onto a community. Dr. McDermot would be moved over here once we got a second Nuka-Gen-Replicator up and running, and I'll probably move over the various drug and medicine makers too. Felt a little good to finally start to get a leg up over the situation after four months of holding on by our fingernails. Five months, now, I suppose.

It really was tempting to take some hearts to ensure loyalty, but I wasn't sure if that was the best idea here. Back in the Old World, the gangs and their leaders were completely disposable. I couldn't even remember their names -- the leaders of the gangs or the gangs themselves. That wasn't really the case with the Institute. A lot was riding on them. More than I wanted to admit. I needed to project strength, and show an open hand in the name of cooperation, but I couldn't say I liked the idea of the consequences of stepping on too many toes.

Leaving Curie to it, knowing that she would soon have her own division, I popped up top to find the others waiting for me. Rumi seemed annoyed, but that wasn't anything new for her. Yoruichi was amused while Taylor kept looking at me oddly. I didn't really have a moment to greet them because, as soon as I did, my phone started to play Homelander’s theme song.

Flipping it open, I pressed it to my ear, “Robin? Things finally come crashing down?” I asked and I saw Rumi tense.

It had taken some finagling, but there were still satellites in orbit in this world. Touch screen phones wouldn't work with them though, so I was rocking an old school flip phone. On the other end, Robin answered. “Not as of yet, but it's close. Asami just visited about increasing immigration on this side.”

I hummed, “You tell her that we're already over capacity?”

“I did. However, I don't believe that the situation can be mitigated. She's rapidly losing control over Manhattan. By the time the portal opens up next week…” Robin trailed off, and I heard what she was saying. I swallowed a sigh.

“Hold on. We’re about to pop over your way. Be easier to make some plans,” I said before I took out the little PDA map thingy that Shaun gave me. It covered the length of the Commonwealth, and a fair bit beyond it. Choosing my location, I grabbed the three of us.

Then, with a clap of thunder and a flash, we were all teleported to Nuka-World.

“... I see you've found some interesting technology,” I heard Robin remark through the phone before I glanced up at her with a smirk. Closing the phone, I took myself up to my penthouse apartment that overlooked Nuka-World.

Robin looked great -- I noticed she was sporting a cowgirl theme now. A leather vest that was held together by some string fighting for its life and a form fitting pair of denim jeans. And, based on the look in her eyes, Robin knew the exact effect her outfit had on me. She chose to be a tease about it too, because she simply popped me on the head with a clipboard when I went for her. “Business before pleasure, Law.”

Right. “That's a little cruel dressing like that then saddling me with work, but sure,” I sighed, glancing out at Nuka-World to see that it had come along nicely in the time that I was gone. Buildings were finished being renovated and were built to house more people. The empty spaces were fuller. And I noticed that there was a reinforced checkpoint around the Anchor. “Our trip was fruitful, as you saw. Less so on where to colonize, but we gained a lot in resources. Found and conquered the Institute -- they gave us the teleportation tech. Among other things.”

Robin seemed impressed, “That was one of the things I wanted to discuss -- we had discovered a synth amongst our guardsmen. He was killed during an altercation over food rations, where we discovered he wasn't human.”

Huh. “Well, I took care of that already. I'll have some words with Shaun the next time I swing by.” I added, curious. I hadn't realized Nuka-World was in Shaun's sights. “He wasn’t just doing it to us, though. Pretty sure that he was subverting half of the Wasteland. Not to much success, as far as I can tell. Hard to manage that when synths are a known quality.”

Robin hummed in response, filing that away for future use if the occasion ever called for it. And it probably would call for it. “This is good news. Though, I fear it may be too late to take full advantage of the benefits. It depends on how Asami manages things on her end.” Robin said as I leaned against the balcony, and within my Room, I noticed that Rumi realized that she was stuck here for another week as Asami had used the portal early. Looks like I was getting that outfit sooner rather than later.

“I doubt that she can salvage it. She could, but that would require a firmer hand than she has,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s been fiveish months… A nuclear winter will be right around the corner.” We were always operating with a deadline, and when it came right down to it, a nuclear winter was one hell of a final straw. Winter was always harsh in New York, but the harshest one in living memory, without any of the comforts of a modern world?

The only way you were going to keep the peace through that was with fear.

“I’ve begun preparations to deal with a mass evacuation. It would be prudent to start securing additional territory,” Robin ventured and I nodded. We needed the land. Period. In a more civilized world, perhaps things could have been hashed out. A deal could be struck. But, even in a civilized world, might has always made right, and there was no civilization in the wasteland so there was no need to pretend to be anything different. “The plan calls for the evacuation of children and families first.”

To that, I snorted, “Fat chance of that happening.” Movies romanticized human nature in a catastrophe -- that moment, when all hope was lost, but people managed to take a step away from basic survival instincts and let others survive. The Titanic was probably the most well known example. And, it was even true sometimes. But moments- people like those were a minority. Exceptional. “If things really have gone to shit on her end, it's going to be a full scale war. Six million people aren't going to stand in a line and wait when they're starving and freezing.”

I could tell that Robin didn't disagree, but she said nothing. I scratched at my cheek for a moment. “Well, we knew this was going to happen. Honestly, I'm surprised it held on this long.”

Robin nodded, “Have you come to a decision with Taylor?” She questioned and I tilted my head back and forth for a moment.

“She has potential, but she needs polish. I say give her and Cinder both an army and have them start expanding. We have a couple of potential sites that I marked, but they're all occupied,” I said and Robin chuckled darkly.

“That seems unusually cruel of you,” she noted, and I shrugged. She wasn't talking about evicting the natives.

“If Taylor is going to inherit the Earth, then she can't be meek - she needs to earn it. And she'll need the rep. Putting her in a competition with Cinder is going to light a fire underneath her,” I replied. Taylor would either sink or swim. Cinder was eying the position, so she would be motivated too. Though, in Cinder's case, she merely wanted a secure position of power. It didn't have to be in this world. As soon as she saw there were greener pastures elsewhere, she would get restless.

As Robin handed me a slip of paper, I saw that she was a step ahead of me. Two hundred and fifty men. Fifteen sets of power armor, each equipped with heavy ordnance such as miniguns and rocket launchers. Thirty five members of support staff to the two hundred soldiers that would serve as the bulk of the infantry. Both Taylor and Cinder would receive such an army, and there were a number of points that they were directed to expand into. Some places were empty. Others were of strategic importance.

Others, they would be rolling over the natives to conquer.

The expansion would be done in stages as we took waves of refugees for the sake of setting up supply lines. Ideally, it would all be done in a nice, orderly fashion. But, odds were it was going to be a chaotic mess with riots, violence, and so on. Either way, for the foreseeable future, there wouldn't be much of a point in organizing raids in the Old World. Not when they would have to fight just to get off Manhattan Island.

“There is one other thing that you should know. There's been something of a development,” Robin informed, and based on her tone, it didn't sound like bad news per say. She handed me a phone with a video pulled up -- hitting play, I immediately saw some of this world's monsters at work.

Mirelurks. Giant shellfish of some kind -- around six to seven feet tall, thick outer shell with one massive hammer claw and a smaller claw on the other arm. I missed my shot at killing some when they were cleaning out the other parks of Nuka-World, but I saw their bodies.

As I watched the video, Robin spoke, “We have been working on restoring the lake -- dredging the space between the lake and the water treatment plant. An industrial water filter would ensure that we had clean water in the lake, so we could repopulate it with fish species.” I nodded, recalling the idea. It had been pretty far down the list of ideas, and it would only get used off if more promising ones didn't pan out. “However, our efforts have been disturbed by mirelurks. At first, they were hardly an issue. Now, their attacks are… coordinated.”

While Robin spoke, the video played, showing a squad of mirelurks overwhelming a construction crew that were trying to build a concrete foundation for the water filter. It wasn't obvious what she meant at first, but then I saw one of the mirelurks using cover to protect itself from gunfire. Then another using a claw to rip apart an ancient dumpster to form a shield to take some shots as it scuttled forward.

A distraction, I realized. The other mirelurks flanked around, and in no time at all, the construction crew was ripped apart.

“That's more than coordination. They're getting smarter,” I said, passing the phone back to Robin. She nodded in agreement and I found myself excited, “So… we're squaring off against some sea people?” I was reminded of the old commercials for sea monkeys -- a civilization in a fish tank. I wasn't sure what was the greater con -- the sea monkeys or the pet rocks.

“It was a possibility that we were investigating, but there is a more likely explanation,” she said, passing me back the phone and this time I saw security footage from Asami's side of the portal. I watched as people lined up, ready to go through-

I paused the video when I saw a man's face. “No fucking way. The Deep? I thought I killed that guy,” I remarked. He looked rough -- I almost didn't recognize him. His hair and beard had grown out, he looked thinner, and he was dressed in rags. A far cry from the hero of the sea that the commercials liked to play him as.

Still looked good for a guy that I had thought was dead for the better part of six months. He’d vanished after my first serious throw down with Homelander, and when he never resurfaced, I just figured that he died in the ensuing explosion.

And, as nice as it was to see him, I did have some questions. “How in the hell did the Deep manage to slip through security? He’s one of the top ten most recognizable faces on the planet,” I said. Even with the hair and the beard, I was able to recognize him easily. Asami should have been able to do the same. We were pretty thorough in vetting those who came through the portal.

We needed useful people to help build things up if we had a shadow of a chance to deal with the following flood of refugees.

“He was listed as Alexander Richter -- a virologist. I’ve checked in with the teams in Galactic Zone, and they’ve never submitted a request for one,” Robin informed, painting a rather damning picture.

I frowned, “You think Asami let him slip in?” I asked and Robin shook her head.

“No -- I can’t see Asami knowingly sabotaging our ability to sustain the refugees. It’s possible that it’s a case of the Deep acting independently, but he’s not a one off. After discovering that an empty position was filled, I’ve done an audit. We have an additional six hundred people than we thought we did.” Robin said, her lips thinning while I let out a low whistle. The Deep being back was good news, but this was a little more pressing than a frat boy with crabs.

“Ballsy,” I decided. “Checkpoint team?” I ventured if we were crossing Asami off the list. Robin offered a grave nod.

“A blackmarket smuggling ring managed to blossom, and they've been smuggling more people through the portals. I can only imagine who else they’ve managed to place on this side.” And it was then that I realized what Robin was worried about.

This rebel problem might not just be on Asami’s side of the portal.

“Do you want to handle this, or do you want me to?” I asked, knowing that it was a choice of approach. I knew that the mob had organized on Asami’s side of the portal to become something of a resistance, but if they were infiltrating our command structure… well… There was the gentle approach or there was my approach. They were a bunch of idiots as it was. If they did something particularly stupid, like blow up the Dias…

Robin offered a humorless smile, “I may borrow the Institute, but I believe that I have the situation in hand.” Meaning that she was going to grab some of the culprits and make synths of them to infiltrate the infiltrators. Sneaky. I like it. I was just going to kill everyone involved and steal the hearts of the next crew that took their place.

“Let me know if you need any help,” I offered, giving the phone back to her. Robin offered a teasing smile before leaning in, kissing me deeply with a hand on my chest.

“I’m sure I can think of something I could use your help with,” Robin said in a low tone. And she proved to be a rather cruel woman once again because she simply offered a naughty wink at me before pulling back. “Later. I believe you have another distraction coming up as we speak,” Robin noted and it was only then that I bothered to pay attention to my Room -- Taylor was on her way up.

“Later then,” I agreed and Robin made her way to the door, opening it to Taylor, who couldn’t quite keep the shock off her face upon seeing Robin. Or, rather, her boobs in a leather vest that was about three sizes too small. Robin ushered her inside, and offered me a sly smirk before closing the door behind her. With her gone, I turned my attention to Taylor. “What brings you by my humble abode?” I asked her, tilting my head as I spotted the bugs in the room.

Taylor’s gaze was intense, “This invasion… I want to lead it.” She stated, and I couldn’t help myself. I cracked a smile while my eyebrows shot up -- that, I had to admit, I didn’t see coming.

“Why should I let you?” I asked her, curious. I wanted to see where this went, I decided, because my general impression of Taylor was that she wasn't particularly ambitious. Not like Cinder was. Actually, now that I think about it… “Right now, Cinder is going to be leading the army. I was about to pop on over there to give her the news. So, it had better be convincing for a last minute switch up.”

I got the reaction that I expected -- her brow furrowing while her lips pressed together in a thin line. Taylor never said it in so many words, but I'm guessing that she had some strong feelings towards Cinder for that whole ‘enslavement’ thing. I mean, I would. I very much doubt that Cinder was particularly likable during their brief stay together. Cinder in general was an acquired taste. “I can use my insects to prevent any casualties on our side.”

That was a fair point, so I nodded, “So you can.” I didn't budge more than that. I held her gaze evenly, silently hoping that she'd take the next step. To argue. To engage with me. Her guard was always all the way up to the point that she was as quiet as a church mouse in front of a house cat.

Taylor’s lips started to pull down into a frown, “If this invasion is necessary for the refugee crisis… if millions of people's lives are really on the line, then this needs to be done right. We need to take over the settlements cleanly without any unnecessary losses on either side. Anything more than that, and we'll be feeding into a rebellion.” She was tipping her hand a bit, showing her motivation that peered through her words. “I can do that. Cinder can't.”

On that point, I didn't disagree. Cinder had been building herself a nice little nest egg. Her own slice of heaven carved out of hell, though I'm pretty sure some of the shit going on in the Gulch would have the devil jumping out of his seat. Giving her an army would make her feel more solidified in her position.

Which would make the fall that much higher when I ripped the rug out from underneath her.

After all, she still needed to be punished for her part in Robin's capture.

I kept my expression unreadable, urging Taylor to continue. “I'll obey your orders to the letter. I’ll-” Her expression flickered ever so slightly, “I'll do anything you want to lead the army instead of Cinder.”

I couldn't quite keep the amusement off of my face, “Anything?” I echoed, and her opinion of Cinder must have been lower than I thought. And she was probably dead on the mark at how Cinder would approach the invasion. I expected Taylor to make a bargain. A deal.

Instead, she started taking her clothes off.

She stripped unceremoniously -- jacket, shirt, bra, pants and panties at the same time, before kicking off her boots with enough difficulty to be amusing. Then she stood before me, naked with her head raised high with as much dignity as she could muster. My gaze swept over her, and I realized that the move was premeditated. Probably inspired by how much fucking me and Yoruichi did.

In comparison to someone like Robin, her figure was lacking. Her breasts were small, A-cups. Her stomach was flat with abs faintly etched into the surface, her waist was boney with her pussy covered in trimmed pubes. She did have legs for days, though, and I knew from checking out her ass beforehand, that she did have a shapely ass. She kept her nervousness off her face, but it was betrayed in her body language when she attempted to strut towards me, but it came off more as a power walk.

“Cinder wanted to auction my virginity for two thousand caps,” Taylor informed, approaching me, and speaking in a low voice. She was aiming for husky, I think, but she came off more growly. “It's yours. I’ve… I've never even kissed a boy before. You can have all my virginities. I'll be yours to do whatever you want with. I-if you make me a general in the invasion,” she bargained.

Honestly, she wasn't doing a great job of bargaining. She was negotiating from a position of weakness, and even if I said yes, and fucked her until sunrise tomorrow, there was nothing stopping me from breaking my word. She did a better job of negotiating back at the Vault.

However, I decided to reward the initiative. That's what I wanted to see from her. She was a diamond in the rough that needed some polish.

“I'll split hairs,” I fibbed, “the army will be split right down the middle. You get half, Cinder gets half. So, if you want to keep the position, then show me that you can handle it.” I said and I did see a flicker of relief in her dark eyes. And disappointment. So, I reached up and cupped her chin when she started to look away in shame. “I’ll collect a down-payment now,” I added, leaning in and kissing her.

My tongue brushed against hers, forcefully barging into her mouth and trying to make her tongue submit. Her tongue clumsily tried to mimic my movements, but her inexperience showed -- she had been telling the truth about never kissing a boy before. She tasted of mint, I noticed, but that was a distant observation in comparison to how Taylor simply melted into the kiss.

She pressed her nude body against mine, leaning into me while my free hand snaked around to cup her ass and she grunted into the kiss. In my Room, I could feel a sudden outpour of arousal and desire -- like her switch was flipped from 0 to 100 in a second. And it wasn’t very fair of me, I could admit, when I started to strum her pleasure, stoking it until it became a blaze.

But that was one of the perks of being a supervillain.

Each time my tongue brushed against hers, every time it pinned her tongue in a show of domination, every caress and squeeze of her pale white ass -- all of it fed into her arousal. She had no resistance built up, and I was finding that Taylor was easy to please to start with. Taylor shuddered as she came, her arousal dripped down her long legs and it was only then that I broke the kiss and she gasped, looking up at me with glazed over eyes.

“Cumming from a kiss, huh?” I said, and that seemed to break the spell. I felt a flash of mortification coming from her, then another when I gave her a small spank. She hastily stepped back, her legs wobbling ever so slightly while arousal glistened down her inner thighs.

“I, erm-” She cut herself off, starting to blush. “Thank you. For the promotion,” she added, as if to clarify.

“Of course,” I said, finding myself increasingly amused as she woodenly marched back to her pile of clothes and, in an attempt to simply escape her awkwardness, she bundled them up instead of putting them on. “I’m sure you’ll do well, Taylor. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders,” I complimented, and I idly noted that that got more of a blush out of her than her stripping down naked.

She marched towards the door before I spoke up again, “And if you do excellently… You’ll deserve a reward. Anything that you want. Think on it,” I added, and I could practically feel where her mind immediately jumped.

Taylor offered a hasty nod before she opened the door, and I had to stifle a smile because I knew who was on their way up. I saw Taylor go still in the doorway, half regretting her decision to step outside but not wanting to linger. To her credit, she stuck with her course of action and simply stepped into the hallway, letting the door close behind her.

It wasn’t five seconds later that Cinder knocked at my door, and after letting her in, she flashed me a dangerous smile, even if outrage simmered in her amber eyes, knowing exactly what Taylor had done. And why she had done it. “I understand that the invasion is imminent?” She questioned… and I couldn’t help it.

I laughed.