...the following morning

You wake up early in the morning, to the sound of birds chirping and the stream that goes through sanctuary flowing. You always loved the sound of that river, so peaceful. The warm air you feel on the exposed parts of your skin is almost soothing, you think to yourself. If you hadn't known any better you'd think this was all a dream, a weird dream. But it wasn't.

Slowly waking up, you look around your house, at the destruction and the makeshift repairs you did. Then you remember the girl, the one you captured that might have fled while you were asleep. You carefully walk into the room you put her in, and check it, she's there. You're relieved and glad she didn't run off in the middle of the night while you were passed out cold, or even worse.

What's her name? You never asked her for her name or anything about her. She looks young, maybe 20, 21, something like that, if it wasn't for her trying to kill you and you now holding her captive, you two probably could've been friends. But that's unlikely now. You watch her sleep, careful not to disturb her and wake her up. She looks so peaceful sleeping there, on the floor.

You remember her eating you out, and the pleasure that gave you, as you grow a little wet. You snap out of your thinking as you realize that you've been rubbing yourself through your jumpsuit. Carefully unzipping it you reach a hand into your panties, feeling them wet with arousal and lightly start to rub your clit, thinking about the girl in front of you.

You finger yourself gently, stifling your moans with your other hand as your hips buck. Oh the pleasure you had with her was incredible. You push your fingers into yourself as you eagerly get yourself off to her, imagining you riding her face and making her eat your pussy again, or you do the same for her. Maybe that's why you kept her around, for the sex.

You can't help it when a faint moan slips past your lips and hand, causing her to stir a little in her sleep. Before long another moan slips out and she startles you when she wakes up, catching you in the act of fingering yourself to her. "D-Do you want some help?" she asks you, motioning for you to walk over. You sit down next to her as she moves your hand from your crotch, replacing it with her own.

She begins to lightly finger yourself, rubbing and squeezing your breasts with her other hand, causing you to moan louder. How is she this good at this? It doesn't matter anymore, all that matters is you need to cum, you have to cum. You feel yourself buck on her fingers, trying to get them deeper into your core. You feel your wetness grow more and more as she pulls her fingers out, licking them off before fingering you some more.

You finally go over the edge as you cum hard on her fingers, collapse onto her as she kisses your neck. "is that better?" she coos into your ear as you moan lightly. You two fall back asleep in each other's arms for another hour into the sunrise. When you wake up you get dressed, watching her slowly wake up as well. "I think, you were right about the wall idea, we should set some up today." you say to her, "Yeah, let's do that."

Scavenging more supplies and material from the collapsed houses you two work about setting up walls on the small island Sanctuary is built upon. It takes a while but definitely goes by faster with the two of you working together to get it done. By the time you two finish, it was well into the night. "Well I think this will work," you say, smiling at her, "It should, but it definitely could use some improvements, turrets, or guards, or something," she says.

"I never got your name," you say to her, "Emily, I'm Emily," she looks at you, "tell me about yourself, Emily." She looks at you hesitantly like she's hiding something. Tears lightly fill the corners of her eyes, "W-Well I really don't like talking about it but...I was born in a small settlement, in the Capital Wasteland. One day raiders came through and massacred us, I was one of the few survivors. They enslaved us, sending us from outpost to outpost, using us however they wanted. That's how I got here, I've been on the run ever since."

You feel bad for her, knowing that she's suffered through that. You can only imagine how she might've felt knowing you were taking her captive, "I-I'm so sorry," you meekly say, "I had no idea." She looks at you, nods her head and embraces you in a hug, holding onto you tightly. "Thank you." Your moment is cut short by the sound of someone messing with the metal gate you had just made and immediately, the fear of Dale and his raider friends returning fills your mind.

"Anyone there?" someone says as you two cautiously approach. Peering down, you see someone at the gate, with a cow-like animal, though with two heads. "What do you want," you say, trying your best to sound intimidating, "I'm a trader, I saw your barricades and wanted to see if we could barter." You walk down to the trader and carefully eye him over, "What do you have?"

"Well, what do you want? And where is everyone?" He replies back, "It's just me and my friend, why does it matter?" he looks at you confused and motions down the road, "Well, I'm from a larger settlement, you know, you really need more people here, theirs a nasty group of raiders looking for someone out there. Maybe we could help each other..." he says, "How so?"

"Well, I'll bring you supplies, help you get set up. In exchange, you let me do business here, deal?" he asks, giving you some time to think about it. You definitely could use the supplies and help to fortify this place, but something seems off about this person. But if you refuse, and there are raiders out there? How would you stop them without his help?