The Good Life: Fly Me to the Moon (ch. 54) (Patreon)

The next three months were spent mopping up, if I had to describe them. The resistance was pretty much crushed and decapitated after Nora surrendered. A lot of natives to the Wasteland chose to leave the Commonwealth after the Minutemen’s defeat, but most decided to stay. Integration was having its issues, I'm sure, but they were largely mitigated by the fact that Taylor had fully come into her own. She used her insects, and now her machines, to project her presence across the Commonwealth.

And, after three months, things had calmed down.

“It's not their fault,” I remarked to Curie as I made my way down the halls with her as she got ready to unveil her latest project. “They were just humans with some fancy armor. I shouldn't have let my expectations get so high. Definitely didn't help that they were coming after Homelander and a fight that destroyed the planet.” I said that, but there was still some part of me that was bitter about how easily I won.

Pretty much as soon as I arrived in the Wasteland, I was the most dangerous thing here. I could have crushed the resistance single handedly if I wanted to. There wasn't anyone who could have resisted my will on this planet in all likelihood. And that bothered me even though I understood that it worked in our favor.

“Perhaps there shall be worthy adversaries in your next world, Monsieur?” Curie offered, and that was the hope. It took three months but things had finally leveled out. The nuclear winter in the Old World lessened, though it was still cold, but enough people had settled in the Commonwealth for a balance to be struck. Three million people settled in the New World, working the land to produce enough food for themselves as well as the people in the Old World.

“Maybe. Hopefully,” I replied, not sure if I wanted to get my hopes up or not. The power grid had also been further enhanced. A lot of Boston was being rebuilt after so much of it burnt down, and the Dias was first and foremost when it came to those reconstruction efforts. There wasn't a house that didn't have a solar panel or a windmill. Entire solar grids were lifted up from the Old World and transferred to the new one.

It only became possible after we got a handle on the refugee crisis, but with a stable connection made to the Old World, we had enough juice in the tank to start building a second Dias and power it up for another jump. According to Asami, even with the improvements thanks to the data gathered by the V1 model, it still took about a month to generate enough power to breach past the ‘World Line’ that we were on.

World Lines were clusters or branches of similar worlds. In our case, with the current World Line, all the worlds around us were probably nuclear hellholes. Generally speaking, it was comparatively easy to jump from world to world on a World Line, but jumping to a whole different branch? That was massively energy intensive.

“I'll cross my fingers and toes,” I decided with a small shrug. I wasn't sure what we would find after we jumped World Lines, but I could let myself hope it would be something interesting. And, failing that, I wouldn't mind a vacation. A place to kick my feet up because for the past nine months, it had been nothing but work, work, work. “But, enough about that -- what's this project you've been working on?”

To that, Curie offered a dazzling smile in my direction before the door to her laboratory opened. I blinked once, tilting my head as Curie confidently strode into her laboratory. “I have made significant strides in my research!” She informed as she came to a stop in front of a woman that looked vaguely familiar.

Dark brown hair, early twenties, pretty face and there was a tan line on her neck marking her where she used to wear a bomb collar. A plate in front of her gave some information -- age, weight, and her name. Piper.

Piper was currently in a harness, her arms and legs bound while she straddled two dildoes that were currently hammering in and out of her pussy and ass. Curie went with a bigger is better approach because with each synchronized thrust, I saw an indent emerge from her stomach. Two eggs were tapped to each nipple, vibrating at their highest frequency. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her ears covered by headphones, while a ball gag kept her mouth from doing anything other than moaning and drooling all over herself.

She was joined by others. There were a couple of familiar faces, I noted. Cait. Popclaw. Victoria Neuman. All of them stripped naked, attached to a central machine with the four of them each facing a direction.

“I was most intrigued by a chemical compound you extracted with your power,” Curie informed, holding up a vial filled with a pink liquid. “While it is fundamentally esoteric, I can oversee the results on the human body and mimic them!” She sounded absolutely delighted and my eyebrows slowly rose up. “In theory. I have yet to succeed in the venture, but I had a breakthrough in an unexpected way!”

“In what way?” I asked, finding myself curious. I hadn't thought that Curie would be so literal about sharing organic bliss with everyone. I extracted some Pleasure from Popclaw and Victoria on occasion, and I knew Robin had taken to putting drops in humidifiers to make a gas that made people horny. It helped keep our best workers in line and motivated them on the next trip out.

In response, Curie pressed a button and a door opened, revealing a dark-skinned woman that looked absolutely haggard from a life of rough living. She thrashed in her restraints, an O-gag in her mouth stopped her from talking but I could guess what she was trying to say. “You shall see!” Curie said, approaching the woman before injecting a pill down her throat. I frowned, wondering what I was supposed to be looking for but as soon as it hit the woman's stomach, it took effect.

A dopey eyed look appeared on the woman's face, the anger and rage and fear vanishing like smoke in the wind. Curie removed the gag a second later and the woman smiled, looking between us. “What did you do to me? I feel fantastic!” She informed, sounding downright friendly.

It was actually kinda creepy, if I was being honest, but Curie seemed thoroughly proud of herself. “I have induced a localized hallucination with a feeling of euphoria,” Curie explained. “Once taken, the subject will feel a sense of joy while visible and audio hallucinations replace or smooth over what the subject would feel anxiety or fear over. I have called this pill, Joy!” Curie informed, showing me one of the pills. It was a little pink capsule no bigger than a multivitamin.

“How'd you manage that?” I questioned, mulling over the invention. I had a few ideas on how I would use it. There were some unhappy campers that could certainly use some Joy in their lives that I could think of.

“Through harvesting the organic bliss of orgasms!” Curie informed, and that made me slide my gaze to the women on the fuck machine. “While not as pure as what you can extract with your power, with technology, we can harvest weaker amounts which serves as the base compound for Joy.” That explained some of the readouts that happened next to the girls. There were two countdowns -- one was a timer that was going down from six hours, the other was an orgasm counter that had a little bar that was steadily filling up with every thrust.

Curious, I reached out and brushed my fingers over Piper's clit. I heard her whimper at my touch, jolting where she was, but as I rubbed slow circles into her clit, I saw the little bar by her head slowly filling up. She was already pretty tuned up so it only took a minute for Piper to cum. The orgasm counter went down by one. She had to cum fifty times, or she had to get fucked for six hours straight. I also noticed how her arousal was collected from the dildo that was ruthlessly slamming into her pussy.

I'm pretty sure there were better ways to go about this, but I knew fuck all about science, so what did I know? “Good job, Curie. I'm impressed,” I told her, flashing a smile and Curie stood proud. “I'm guessing that the girls are a choke point?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Curie admitted. “I am currently refining the formula, but in the future, mass production will suffer a bottleneck.” She said, mournfully. I smiled, leaning over and giving her a kiss that Curie practically melted into. She only pulled away from it with the greatest of reluctance when I went to end it.

“Don't worry about that. Just focus on refining it and I'll make sure you got all that you need,” I promised her and Curie flushed, looking at me with genuine joy.

“You are a true patron of science, monsieur Law! We are lucky to have you,” Curie said with such earnest praise I found myself grinning.

“Be sure to remind everyone when it's their turn to show and tell,” I said, knowing that the other projects I had my eye on would take some time to fully manifest. Curie responded by kissing me on the cheek before stepping back, knowing that I had other places to be.

She was still smiling at me as I vanished with a clap of lightning, whisking myself away to another project that I needed to check the temperature of before the show went on the road.

I reappeared inside a secret compound near the heart of Boston. As far as anyone could tell, it was a secret compound from some old robot company that was doing black book operations for the US government. A lot of illegal human experimentation too. They were cutting out the brains of convicts and placing them into the machines -- the robobrains, as they were called. I had seen a few of them on my travels or at the auction. They were crazy, but I probably would be too after being a brain floating in some fluid for the better part of two hundred years, guided by rudimentary programing.

For that reason, at least, they had a full production line in the basement to hide the construction of the machines. The building above was a parts factory, so it was a perfect cover for slipping some orders downstairs. As it was, we were still a few months shy of getting the upstairs up and running to produce parts, but the downstairs was already taken care of because of the Mechanist.

“How is our resident genius?” I asked Robin, sliding behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She favored me with a smile while I looked down at the Mechanist. She wore a pair of panties and a tank top as she worked on a machine, and while she bent over to tighten a bolt, a square impression was marked on her chest. Where I had taken her heart.

“Planning something,” Robin replied, watching her work. The Mechanist was interesting -- partly because she had tried to play the part of the hero in the Wasteland, but mostly because she was a certified genius when it came to mechanics. In the two hundred years since the world ended, she seemed to be the only person making any genuine effort to innovate on and modify robots.

According to her, over the course of three years, she had found this place, fixed it up, and began producing what would have been an army to save the Wasteland. It was for that reason we had her back in her old hideout, overseeing production under many watchful eyes. Working with her was a team of people that could double-check her work and who had their own talents when it came to the machinery of this world. The only issue there being most of them were slaves.

“I figured, but it'll keep Taylor on her toes,” I decided with a small shrug. The Mechanist, who refused to give a name other than that, already had three escape attempts under her belt. She had been defeated, but she wasn't letting herself stay beaten. I could respect that.

Robin hummed but I saw her lips curl at the reminder of Cinder losing. “Hm. Your other projects?” Robin prompted and I shrugged.

“The serum is making the light bulb kind of progress -- they've found a thousand and one ways to not make it,” I answered, not particularly surprised with the lack of progress. “Shaun says that they have a few potential leads on how to stabilize it, but I'm not going to hold my breath. They'll need a massive breakthrough for me to see it anytime soon.”

Which kinda sucked, but at the same time there was a very real concern growing in the back of my mind that the serum was going to make me too powerful. So powerful that every world would be exactly like this one -- a complete steamroll.

Robin patted me on the arm, sensing my fears. “Your world wasn't the peak of the mountain, Law. Remember that,” she reassured and I recalled her promise that Homelander wouldn't even make it into the top ten of her world. Then there was Yoruichi's world to consider. And Cinder's. Mirko's. Asami's too. I flashed her a thankful smile and she simply chuckled. “And the other projects?”

“Done and done. We have enough Nuka-Gen-Replicator's sprinkled about,” I replied. One was in the Institute, we had repaired the one in the Safari Zone, and we built a third in the Galactic Zone. Between the two in Nuka-World, we had enough meat production to sustain our population along with the fruit and vegetable farming. The third in the Institute was where our science team started to play around.

Taylor had a number of requests when it came to designing specialty insects, and I was content to let her have them.

“What about yours?” I asked and Robin leaned into my side.

“The rebellion has been quelled. Asami seems unaware of why for the moment,” Robin answered. Her play was to replace the leaders of the rebellion in the old world with synths. With them, she was able to map out the traitors and issue orders that had the riots die down. Not everyone was listening, naturally, but we had the issue firmly under our thumb.

And, with Cate by Asami's side as her secretary, we were fairly entrenched in all camps. Likewise, with our synths, we could inflame tensions between them if needed.

“She buying into the excuse we fed her?” I asked and Robin shook her head.

“No. Things are better now but not enough so that she can believe that tempers have cooled off because of food and amenities.” Things had leveled out, but they still weren't great. We were one bad harvest or busted Nuka-Gen-Replicator away from going into the red for food. Water was still touch and go and had to be rationed. Not to mention people in the Old World were really starting to feel radiation sickness, so we were burning through RadAway. “She suspects that we did something, according to our spy, though she doesn't know what or why.”

Nothing I could do about that. “We'll keep an eye on her, but it should be fine,” I said, dismissing the issue. “I'm about to pop over to Nuka-World and deliver the news if you're all good here. Wanna see her face?” I asked Robin, and now she wore a cruel little smile.

“It would be best if I didn't. I don't believe I could contain myself,” Robin admitted before leaning in and kissing me lightly. “Cinder needs to believe her failure was her own fault. If she sees me there, she'll believe I had a hand in it. So, take a picture when she finds out. It's the next best thing,” Robin requested, kissing me again. This time I was the one that lingered for a long moment, even though I knew time was short.

Today was the big day, after all.

It was Robin who ended the kiss, lightly patting my chest and with a rueful smile, I took a step back. “I'll do you one better. I'll record the whole thing,” I promised and Robin's cruel smile grew a fraction at that.

With another clap of lightning, I was gone once more. It was a little wasteful, I could admit. Each use of the teleportation network used a lot of power, but it was a little too addictive to not use. We got the roads up and running, with vehicles once again connecting our network of settlements, but it was just so nice being able to pop up wherever I wanted.

When I reappeared, I was back in Nuka-World. The sights had changed a little bit since we won against the resistance. The open air checkpoint around the Anchor was replaced by a bunker building. It was encased in thick reinforced concrete and bulkhead steel we liberated from some of the Vaults. Gun points were leveled in every direction while a Vault door could seal the portal away behind a foot of solid steel. It was currently open, letting in a much more subdued number of refugees.

Nuka-World itself was full to the point of bursting. It was more of a city now, with nearly every inch of space being commandeered to house more people. My penthouse was still the tallest building in the theme park, letting me overlook it all, but it was joined in the buffing skyline by other, smaller buildings.

It was inside of my penthouse that I saw Cinder, Taylor, and Nora waiting for me. Cinder, no matter how well she guarded her expression, seemed stressed. Anxious. She had an idea what was coming and she suspected that she wasn't going to get what she wanted.

Taylor, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. She didn't so much as flinch at my abrupt arrival, simply waiting with an intense look on her face.

Then there was Nora. She wasn't so much a contender as she was a prize. I didn't bother with something like a bomb collar or stealing her heart. I didn't bother with dressing her in degrading clothing like Cinder insisted with Starlight. She wore her Vault jumpsuit, just with the zipper removed so her sleek abs were on display, along with a sea of cleavage.

Nora didn't know how to react to me. I imagined she expected that her days would be filled with sex and debauchery, but I hadn't laid a finger on her. Not yet, anyway. Mostly because I was figuring out what exactly I wanted to do with Nora. What role she would play in my grand scheme, because it seemed like such a waste to reduce her to some holes waiting to be fucked.

My lips twitched at the loud silence my arrival created, the tension in the room swelling for the three of them. “As you know, we are building a second Dias to open up to another world. In theory, this world shouldn't be utterly fucked and we can improve our sustainability here. We won't know until we get there. In either case, I'm going to be spearheading the acquisition of other worlds and that means I need to leave someone here to oversee Nuka-World.”

Cinder perked up while Nora narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. They heard what I wanted them to hear. Cinder saw future opportunities while Nora guessed my ultimate aim with the Dias. I continued, “The three of you are the only real choices, with Nora being a surprise guest star.” Nora simply looked on ahead, adopting a military posture with her expression blank.

She had absolutely no expectations that I would pick her. And she was right. Only less right than she believed. I could have left Nuka-World to her. She wasn't loyal, not exactly, but with the defeat of the Minutemen and my having hostages like Preston, I couldn't see her sabotaging my victory. There simply wasn't a point and she didn't gain anything from it.

“But, one of you has gone above and beyond my expectations and made herself the clear choice.” Cinder closed her eyes and a sour expression flickered across her face. Her feelings, however, were a mixture of murderous rage and so frustrated that she wanted to cry. I had to give it to her -- she had one hell of a poker face. “Don't you worry if you didn't get picked. There's always next time,” I said, my gaze sliding to Cinder, and that was a balm to her ravaged pride.

“Taylor, step forward,” I said and I felt a flash of satisfaction coming from her as she did so. Reaching into my pocket, I took out a little Nuka-World pin and placed it on her shirt. Looked a little out of place and the bottle cap mascot was giving a big thumbs up, but that was half the reason I made it the badge of office. “From now on, you're officially in charge of Nuka-World. The only person you answer to is me.”

“I won't let you down!” Taylor vowed, and I could tell that she meant it as she accepted the pin like it was an immeasurable burden.

“I know you won't,” I said and even with the vague promise that she could win next time, I felt a bitter ugly jealousy rise up in Cinder. And that was her punishment. We didn't have to do anything to her. Cinder would do that to herself. “I have a few things I want to go over with you, so -- Cinder, Nora, pack up your stuff. You'll be coming with me to the New New World.” With that, I figured we needed to settle on a naming scheme for the worlds we visit.

The Old World was always going to be the Old World, but this one could be… Nuka-World? Felt a little weird naming a planet after a settlement. Something to do with nukes should work, since it was a nuclear ruin of a civilization that put nuclear reactors and radiation into everything it could, including the soft drinks. With that in mind… Nuke World? Bomb World? Atom World? Fallout World… ?

Fallout?

I gave an internal shrug, deciding that it worked for me.

Cinder and Nora bowed out at that, and Cinder was absolutely fuming as she cast a glance over her shoulder before walking out. Nora had no expectations and seemed like she couldn't care less. Once the door closed behind them, I heard Taylor let out a small breath of relief.

I didn't give her much time for respite, “Have you given any thought on how you'll run things?” I asked her, leaning against the railing of my balcony that overlooked Nuka-World. With the view, you could make out the USS Constitution that we had parked near the Galactic Zone. “You have free reign so long as the place doesn't collapse into anarchy.”

Taylor walked out onto the balcony with me, standing by my side as she drank it in. The burden she was treating the position as seemed to really settle on her shoulders when she saw that the better part of five hundred thousand people resided in Nuka-World alone. “I'm thinking… expansion,” Taylor answered after a minute.

I fought off a smile when she looked at me, a frown on her face. “Can I be honest with you, Law?” She asked and I nearly laughed.

“Shoot,” I offered, wondering where she was going to go with this.

“I hated you at the start,” she admitted, and that was no surprise. “I blamed you for everything. I… was planning on betraying you,” she continued, somewhat wary of my reaction. Again, no surprise there, but I humored her with a cocked eyebrow. “I… didn't understand then. I didn't understand what you were doing.”

She was starting to lose me, so I let her explain. “I thought you were evil. A villain of the worst sort,” she said, like I somehow wasn't. “But you were just playing the part that you had to like you did in your Old World -- you had to be the villain to topple Vought and the Seven. The whole system was corrupt so you tore it down and the people in charge destroyed it all for everyone else. And here… everything was to save lives.”

I kept my growing incomprehension off my face as I tried to puzzle out what in the actual fuck she was talking about. That probably helped me because Taylor was on a roll now that she had started, determined to get some things off of her chest. “I resented you for it. I didn't understand. I do now, though. The Mechanist helped me understand why you were doing what you were. Why you kept monsters like Cinder close.”

Now I was curious what my supposed reasons were. Taylor paused, looking out at Nuka-World, gripping the railing as her expression settled into a cold mask. “A hero couldn't get the job done- The Mechanist, for all of her power, couldn't stop us because people will always be her weakness. And there's no place for weakness in the Wasteland. Maybe there will be, one day, when the work is almost finished, but that won't be for a long time from now.”

I… I'm either a lot better at this ‘fucking with people's heads’ than I thought I was or Taylor had decided what she was going to believe and fucking ran with it. I sorta got how she managed to come to the conclusion she did. There were some conversations that I had in front of her, or in front of an insect, to lead her to a conclusion. But she took that conclusion and carried it way past the finish line. It was just…

Taylor was ignoring a lot of my actions to support her delusion. Or she was completely misattributing them.

So, I leaned into it, “What does it need, then?” I asked her, tilting my head and she clenched her jaw.

“A villain. A monster. Someone who can rule with an iron fist. Our weaknesses masked because no one would believe that the good of the people could be our weakness,” Taylor declared. “From here, I'll control the slave trade because that's the only way we can hope to control it. We'll expand in every direction, securing the Wasteland. It'll be bloody, but it's the only way to stop the madness. Sex, violence, drugs, power -- we’ll control them all. We’ll set the standards. They can't be too strict, otherwise people would see through the ploy. But I won't allow the unchecked barbarism to go on any longer.”

I'm not entirely sure I could take credit for this transformation if I was being completely honest. My part in it was just a couple of head pats and a few orgasms.

No, the credit went to Cinder and the Mechanist.

That's why I gave the Mechanist enough breathing room so that she could one day slip her leash. It was why I wasn't doing anything about the Deep, who was building a kingdom of mirelurks. It was why I let that Supe wander off into the wasteland with an army.

All of it would keep Taylor on her toes. She had come into her own because of the opposition she faced and I was curious how far she would go with constant pressure. I wanted her to shine like the diamond she was.

“That's what I wanted to hear,” I told her, willing to entertain the delusion. Taylor offered a slight smile, pleased with my praise before her gaze dipped ever so slightly.

She shifted, suddenly nervous, “Do I… get a reward?” she asked, and my composure nearly slipped and I almost started cackling.

Instead, I lifted her chin to meet my gaze, “I think you've earned one,” I said, leaning in and kissing her and Taylor melted into it. Her hands went to my chest and I chuckled into the kiss when her hands started to fumble with my shirt, trying to undo the buttons but her hands were too jittery. So, I took them in mine and helped her through the process.

Her hands roamed over my abs while my tongue dominated hers in her mouth. Her hands started to dip to the hem of my pants before Taylor broke the kiss, slowly getting down on her knees. “You've- I want to return the favor,” Taylor said, making it sound like a business deal with her tone. She was trying her best to be sexy, but it came across as awkward in an adorable, clumsy sort of way.

Taylor swallowed thickly, undoing my zipper and feeling my erection through my pants. Much like tearing off a bandaid, Taylor yanked my pants down, freeing my cock and it sprang out quickly before landing on Taylor's upturned face with a light meaty smack. It ran the length of her face, and I could feel the sharp exhale as she went crossed eyed looking up at the underside of my cock. Taylor licked her lips, looking the most nervous as I had ever seen her before her gaze became one of utter focus.

It was pretty amusing watching her treat sucking my cock like a life-or-death mission. First, she reached up, gripping the shaft and stroking it curiously, watching my reactions for a clue before she hesitantly licked the head. Nodding, I gave her a little confidence and I could almost see her remembering what she saw in porn before deciding to go with that.

At least, that's what I'm assuming happened when she opened her mouth, taking my cock in before immediately trying to deepthroat me. She coughed, sputtering, but I encouraged it by stoking her pleasure, using it to mask her discomfort, smothering it. For that reason, Taylor braced her hands on my thighs before trying to deepthroat me again. This time, I helped her along by running my hand through her long wavy hair before grabbing a handful of it and slamming my hips forward.

Taylor came when my cock entered her throat, her drool dripping from my balls while her nose was pressed against my pelvis. Involuntary tears dripped from her eyes while I savored the feeling of her mouth around my cock. Distantly, as she came hard enough that her cum dripped through her pants, she massaged one of her tits with one hand and stuck the other down her pants to play with her pussy.

Taking that as permission, I used my fist full of hair to drag her up and down my cock while it pistoned in and out of her mouth, each thrust renewing her pleasure until she was meeting my thrusts with her own. Her drool dripped freely while the balcony became filled with the wet sounds of her mouth gliding up and down my cock, with her choking momentarily before I slipped past her gag reflex, before the entire thing started all over again.

It was probably cruel of me to do this, I thought with a smile, watching as Taylor's eyes rolled to the back of her head as another orgasm slammed into her. Hooking a virgin like her on rough sex was a bit much, but the opportunity was too good for me to ignore. Here we were, out in the open, in a world that I all but owned, dominating a girl who completely bought into a delusion that she was basing her whole future on.

It was just too good, I thought, feeling a churning in my balls. Her blowjob was only half the reason why I felt my own orgasm edging closer. I spiked Taylor's pleasure, rapidly building to a third orgasm for her as she sucked me off like her life depended on it. That gave me an idea, I decided, yanking my cock out of her mouth slowly as the tension in my balls released. Thick white ropes of cum filled her mouth as I pulled out before I took aim, watching as with each clenching of my balls her face was painted white.

It got into her hair, coating her face with a layer of cum. Taylor barely noticed as she stared off into the distance, slack-jawed as she came. My own cum dripped out of her mouth and onto her shirt from her tongue.

It took her a long minute to snap out of it, smacking her lips before blinking with one eye as the other was glazed shut. “Is… do…. Is all sex like this?” She questioned and I chuckled, helping her up and out of her clothing. She seemed utterly overwhelmed, with her legs trembling like a newborn deer.

“With me? This is just the start,” I warned her, utterly delighted with her alarmed expression that cut through the haze of orgasmic bliss she was trapped within. With a flick of my wrist, her shirt and jacket were off while her pants dropped. She leaned against me, and I made sure to keep her face away from my shirt before I sat her on the stone balcony to my highrise apartment. It was just big enough for her to sit on, which made it perfect for what came next.

The past month had hardened Taylor’s body a bit. She was still skinny but was less scrawny. The weight she put on replaced what she lost before coming to us, and constant physical exercise turned it into a layer of muscle. Not like Rumi, but enough to make Taylor seem fit. Her breasts were small, about enough to fill the palm of a hand, but her legs and ass were toned with her legs in particular going on for days.

She had gotten herself ready for this, neatly trimming her pubes, I noticed and I smiled at that.

I think I might have a corruption fetish, because this was just too good. Taking an oblivious virgin and having her first time be what I could only describe as extreme sex…

With that thought in mind, I grabbed Taylor’s wrists and pressed my cock against her drooling pussy. Through the haze of pleasure, she seemed to piece together what was going on a split second before I slammed my hips forward, fully sheathing my cock inside her slick walls. Her pussy spasmed around me as the thrust delivered a powerful orgasm that made her throw her head back. A dangerous thing when she was sitting on the railing.

My cock and my grip on her wrists were the only thing that kept her from falling off. She moaned, her head tipped back, looking down at the ground that was two dozen stories below her. Her pussy became a vice when she realized that she was dangling off of the railing, hooking her legs around my waist. Smiling broadly, I started to thrust away, pounding at her pussy with a merciless pace. With every thrust, because she was so lean, I could see a small outline of my cock as it plundered her depths.

Taylor moaned senselessly, completely lost in the pleasure. She managed to hold it together at the start, and she managed it pretty well. Well enough that I kept cranking up the pleasure to the point that it was nearing the danger levels. Her small breasts bounced with every thrust, her pussy clinging to me in desperation.

No, I thought to myself, my balls throbbing at the sight.

I absolutely had a corruption fetish. I wasn’t even sure how I managed it, but I had Taylor completely twisted up. She’d bought into a lie and because of it, she was going to become the very worst version of herself. A villain. She was going to become like Cinder, the person I knew she absolutely loathed, because she thought it was the right thing to do. And she was doing it because she thought that's what I was doing.

Not to mention that I was utterly ruining her when it came to sex. Plain old missionary wasn’t ever going to satisfy her. She’d need to be dominated, addicted to the danger, and I was the only one that was going to be able to scratch her itch.

It was intoxicating.

My balls throbbed and I tightened my grip on her wrists, pulling her back to balance out the single powerful thrust I delivered to her sopping cunt. I buried my cock as deep as it could go inside of her and I emptied my balls into Taylor, filling her womb before the excess spurted out the near airtight seal her pussy had around my cock. Taking in a deep breath, I let my orgasm wash over me, pulling Taylor off of the railing and she half collapsed in a heap.

“Take a good look, Taylor,” I said, turning her around to face Nuka-World, cum dripping down her legs like a broken faucet as she turned her back to me. It’d be a shame to not take advantage of her preparations, I decided, pressing my cock against the puckered hole of her ass. “The whole wide world is your kingdom. Everything belongs to you… you just have to take it,” I said and Taylor moaned loudly when I thrust my slick cock into her asshole. It was even tighter than her virgin pussy.

Gripping her hair, I pulled her back and whispered in her ear, “And you belong to me.”

Taylor didn’t reply with words but when she started to meet my thrusts, I knew the truth. The message had been delivered loud and clear.

It was great to be king.

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So ends the second jump of the Good Life. It was a lot of fun, more so than I expected. I chose Fallout as the first Half-World mostly because of the tech that it offered, which is going to be relevant going forward: Power armor, synths, plasma weapons, stimpacks, etc. And I’m glad all of you have enjoyed it as much as you have, but it’s time to move on.

Next chapter is the start of our first smash and grab -- El Dorado. Should last between 3-5 chapters, so it’ll be a brief stay. Mostly to unwind. I hope you’re looking forward to it!