FFF - Inside

You grit your teeth and dig your fingers into her hips. Three fast, hard, wetly-smacking thrusts are all you need. You push in all the way and groan as your legs shake and your lower half lets go like a white-hot hose bursting.

Melody gasps and her body reacts to the thick, hot streams of cum pouring straight into her womb. Spasms run through her and her walls clench at your throbbing shaft.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Oh…” she trails off, shuddering as your cock finally finishes pumping out your load. You stay like that for a moment, breathing hard before you pull out. Melody is still bent over, and your semen pours out of her twitching pussy, dribbling to the floor.

“Oh yes,” she breathes, sinking to the surface of the table, then sliding down to her knees. You kneel behind her to catch her so that she doesn’t fall over. “Mmm…” she purrs in your arms, her eyes glazed with profound satisfaction. Yet she still looks at you needily, even though her body is spent. You can’t ignore that look. You lean in and kiss her. She shivers in your arms.

[ Perk effect: FIREHOSE – Melody is now pregnant ]

[ Perk effect: TOP – You are exhausted and must rest after ejaculating ]

It’s not the most comfortable place to spend the night, but it’s safe. And it doesn’t seem like Melody is complaining.

FFF

The rest you get isn’t bad. Your Pip-Girl keeps time for you, so you know when it’s safe to open the trapdoor. Although Melody spares a long look for your morning wood as you dress yourself, her mind is back on business. Soon enough, the two of you are climbing back to the surface.

The burned house looks different in daylight. You can imagine what it must have been like once. It must have belonged to someone of means, because it wasn’t a small house. This forest was probably beautiful back then. And that person, whoever they might have been, had a small laboratory hidden in the foundation of the house. Which somehow, Melody knew about.

“Why were you looking at the plans for this place? How did you get them? Why do they matter?” you ask as the two of you pick your way through the wreckage.

“The Sisterhood learned some information about things that were going on here, not long before things ended,” Melody replies, helping you past some broken beams and into the forest. She seems to know where she’s going. “Enclave hit a convoy carrying the information.” She sighs. “So now it’s a race.”

“A race for what?”

“For the forest,” she says, glancing upward. “If we can make it safe. And for what these people were working on.”

“What people?”

“Whoever made those things. Whoever built that,” Melody says, pointing back toward the house as you follow her deeper into the forest. “There’s another house. A bigger one. That’s where we’re going. Come on. Keep up.”

You always felt like you were leading Chastity and QT. Now you’re the one being led. Why does Shell feel like this woman needs to be rescued? Well… Melody seems to be a little impulsive. And it’s not clear how she got into that situation with the Deathclaw, which is still out there somewhere. You’d better not let your guard down. Melody is a good shot, but she’s only human. She’ll make mistakes.

It's a long trek through the forest, enough to tire you out, but it’s only midday when you reach your destination. Melody’s navigation was imperfect, but it got you here.

She wasn’t lying. The house, deep in the woods, can’t really be called a house. It’s a mansion, even bigger than that one outside New Gurlberg that you checked out. And it’s surrounded by a wall that appears intact, although age hasn’t treated it kindly: a fence of rusted iron with cruel spikes on top, made opaque by dead vines and creepers. You don’t want to climb over that.

Melody stays in the shadows of the trees, making her way to the corner and around to the front of the house. Here, you see the front gate, which is an arch. From the wall and the distance to the house, you can determine that there’s a huge… yard or garden out back, although the creepers blocking the view make it impossible to know anything for certain about what’s going on in there.

“Someone’s home,” Melody murmurs, and you see what she means.

The gates stand open, but they’re blocked by a familiar sight: a hovering robot.

You kneel beside her. The robot is just hovering there.

“Mr. Handy,” you whisper.

“What? No. That’s not what a Mr. Handy looks like,” Melody mutters back.

“Of course it is. Or they do in my Vault,” you tell her.

“Which Vault did you say you were from?”

“I told you. Vault F.”

“Quit joking around. Which one really?”

“Vault F,” you repeat with a shrug.

“There is no Vault F. Maybe you call it that, but it has to have a number. What’s the number? Where is it?”

“There’s no number,” you tell her.

She looks at you suspiciously. “A Vanity Vault?”

“What?”

“Vanity Vault. One not part of the system. One that a rich person curated for themselves.” Melody frowns. “I’ve heard of them. It’s real?”

“I don’t think I can take you there. I’m not sure the Sisterhood needs to know where it is,” you tell her frankly.

“Sure,” she says, refocusing on the robot. “We have to get past that thing.”

You’re holding a hunting rifle, and that would not be a difficult shot to make. On the other hand, you could just have a chat with it.

Talk to Mr. Handy?

Or take him out?