A/N: And so ends the tale of Maria. Will she win? Will Tomas? The tags certainly imply it. But you still have to read to make sure. Also, I've left a semi-important Author's Note at the bottom, so be sure to check that out if you want to hear about upcoming updates.

Chapter 14

Tag(s): Anal, Missionary, Impregnation.

Words: 13,150

Maria's mind felt vaguely numb once she felt Tomas' weight settle on the bed behind her. The thin padding twisted beneath her clenched fingers and bent knees as the vulnerability of their position startled her with its discomfort. She felt the cool, recycled Vault air blowing on her nether regions, forcing her rear hole to wink in preparation for its violation.

A hand settled on her flank, and the fuzzy haze bordering her thoughts grew thicker. This was the right choice, the correct choice, but that didn't blunt the humiliation she felt lashing at her exposed skin beneath Tomas' gaze.

This was going to hurt—quite possibly a lot. But it would be brief if any gods were listening. And if not, Maria took solace in remembering Angela's twelve-hour birth. No matter how confident Tomas was of his stamina, she doubted he would match that. Neither was his admittedly oversized cock as traumatizing as a newborn baby.

Of course, her rear hole wasn't as equipped to withstand the stretching Tomas had in mind, but this was the decision she'd made on the spot. A few minutes of sharp pain to avoid nine months of torture. Anyone would take that deal. It was irrefutably the logical decision. But no amount of facts or data could have stopped the cold sweat from breaking out across her back after feeling the hot pillar of Toma's cock fall against the crack of her ass.

He let it rest there for a moment, allowing her to feel the girth of him between her pale cheeks. It was a highly unnecessary reminder of his size in contrast against her much smaller frame. Maria had always been a petite woman, with petite holes to match. Hopefully, that would remain true after she walked away from this.

Tomas must have felt her fear or seen the tension in her shoulders. Maria felt him throb against her rosebud.

Maria resisted the urge to curse him, verbally anyway. Fighting back, complaining, trying to reason with him, all it had gotten her was this far. Clearly, Tomas didn't care about things like morals or ethics, which she would have admired in the young man if it weren't at her expense. Now, she had no choice but to dance to his tune.

Her sudden weakness provided a…unique perspective on life that her previous societal position had not afforded her. Finding herself on all fours like a dog, ass in the air and about to be sodomized, was a humbling experience. Without admitting guilt, Maria correctly questioned a few choices she'd made since entering the Vault.

Expecting preferential treatment based on her previous wealth had been ignorant. Alienating potentially useful tools in the other women had been needlessly wasteful. And Angela…well, Maria wouldn't be in this humiliating position if she hadn't pushed her daughter toward the fastest route to comfort.

The moral implications of what she'd asked of her daughter didn't register for a second, only that she'd manipulated her child less than optimally. Desperation had a way of implicating rational thought and nothing made Maria as desperate as manual labor. This mindset was simply the way of the world—through her eyes if nothing else. People were there to be used. And anyone foolish enough to ignore that fact was asking to be used by anyone more intelligent.

You could call it whatever you wanted. Love. Family. Lust. But all those fancy words led to the same answer, power. And in her stubbornness, Maria had found herself on the wrong end of the dynamic.

Maria's dissociation was cut short, feeling the blunt heat against her asshole get replaced by a finger. Reality reasserted itself with the gentle coaxing of a brick wall, forcing her to face the consequences of her mistakes without blinking. Bearing against the tight ring of muscle, Maria felt her clenched features open at the invading sensation.

Tomas was in a far better mood than his current lover, watching his finger disappear into the woman's ass with fascination. The snug sensation was already so different from what he was used to, and the chance to explore this new avenue of sex was as thrilling as the act itself. He passed the second knuckle when her wrinkled button clenched around him, hinting toward what he could expect around his cock.

"Have you ever done this before?" he taunted, knowing the answer. Sawing his finger back and forth, Maria's skin clung to him while he began preparing her.

"I believe I've already answered that," Maria practiced her breathing, neither voicing her fury nor fear.

Tomas' smile stretched. "Actually, you said your husband never got to play back here. Knowing you, that doesn't exclude as much as most women." No matter how much she tried to control herself, he could feel her tension wrapped around his finger. Amusement danced in his eyes feeling her temper bear down around him.

"No," she stressed, teeth clenched despite her monotone. "No one has ever touched me there."

"Before me," Tomas couldn't help but rub it in, watching her back muscles clench as her fingers tore into the clinical sheets beneath them. "That's good to know. I'm not trying to hurt you. That's not any fun. Which means I need to know how much I need to do to get you ready."

While trying her best to block out Tomas's finger's intrusive sensation pushing deeper against her bowels, Maria couldn't crush the gasp that tore itself from her lips when the young man added a second digit. The strain of her asshole doubled, inciting an aching burn that would have been pleasant an inch lower. Without warning, that finger pushed to join its brother as they worked in tandem to gently stretch her before the real challenge.

Tomas' arousal surged while he played, doing his best to keep Abigail's teachings in mind. No, she might not have included this particular hole, but she'd taught him how to coax virgins and Maria certainly counted.

In a way, it felt fitting. She'd forced her daughter to sacrifice her virginity, and now Maria would pay the same price. Well, almost. Certainly more than a few blowjobs would have cost her. But long term consequences were the furthest thing from his mind, and Tomas was more than happy with his immediate satisfaction.

Not immediate enough, however. He felt the pressure in his cock throb with eagerness. And when Tomas considered attempting a third finger, it was hard to dissuade himself in favor of the main event. After what she'd done, a little pain wasn't unreasonable. And something told him he could play with her ass all day, and it wouldn't be as loose as he needed it.

Maria's tension flowed off of her in waves, feeling Tomas withdraw. A cold sweat had broken across her back and shoulders, contrasting the hot throbbing of her abused anus. It wasn't used to so much friction, and it already felt like she'd been rubbed raw. Basking in the relief, she chose to ignore what was coming next, surprising herself further when she felt the hot weight of her lover's cock slap against the wrong hole.

If her ass hadn't been high enough before, that spark of contact was enough to bow her back like a gymnast, showing a surprising amount of flexibility for a woman of her age. Her neck and shoulders twisted around like a cat to glare at the blonde boy.

"Hey!" she barked, reaching between her legs to shield her vulnerable folds. "Are you that dumb that you can't find the correct hole? Must I draw you a map?" But if she was expecting Tomas to shrink away like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the reality couldn't be more different. Meeting her outrage with a raised eyebrow, open amusement played across his face as he drank in all the new angles.

"My mistake," he drawled, "I thought you'd prefer it if I didn't try and go in dry." Truthfully, Tomas knew next to nothing when it came to this kind of sex, going off of a single article in one of his friend's father's secret magazine collection. That had been an exciting day for two young men, eager and curious about the female form.

"But!" Maria floundered, paling at the idea of suffering this ordeal without assistance. If she'd been afraid of being stretched beyond repair before, she knew that a dry fuck would erase her bottom from existence. "Send your little thrall to fetch a bottle of oil!"

"Carla?" Tomas looked toward the door dubiously, "yeah, she doesn't actually do anything that I say. She just kinda follows me around."

"She fetched me quickly enough at your behest." Maria grated at the memory.

"To make babies, which Overseer Turner probably directed. And which this directly avoids." His hand gripped her ass, pulling a cheek to the side. "Besides, why should I bother her when you've already provided plenty?"

Maria's features flushed red, forced to feel the truth of Tomas' words beneath her fingers. Her folds were hot to the touch, swollen to the point of aching and dripping with unwanted arousal. His fingers had forced two orgasms from her already, and her body still wasn't satisfied. The evidence served as a blunt reminder of her biological manipulation.

"Fine," Maria hissed, her shoulders and back muscles taut as she begrudgingly exposed her sex. "Just…make sure you don't get any of your muck down there. Otherwise, you'll find your cock buried in your own rear before you'll ever try mine."

"Trust me," Tomas smiled, utterly unthreatened by her harsh tone. "I'm already getting what I wanted. There's no point in tricking you now. I promise not to penetrate you. So why don't you lay back and let me finish getting you ready?"

Tomas didn't wait for her answer, slapping his cock against her folds. Retaining his honesty, Maria's heart calmed a fraction without any pressure against her opening. Her attention became inextricably focused on the friction of his cock sliding against her sex.

The young man began to work his hips against her, feeling the soft skin of her folds split around his shape as he gathered her slick arousal. The warmth of her pussy was a welcome prelude to this next adventure, offering a hint of how it would feel to slide his cock a few inches higher and bury himself inside the older woman's twitching sex. But Tomas relented, rationalizing that he could have that kind of pleasure as much as he wanted. Whereas what Maria was "offering" was a rare treat.

To her shame, Maria quickly found herself tainted by the same temptation. The fear was still there, and her apprehension. But both quickly took a back seat as soon as she felt the hot pillar of Tomas' smooth shaft grinding against the opening to her femininity, teasing her with delicious friction that turned her already traitorous body further against her.

Her compromising position arched itself against Tomas' manipulations, thrusting her pussy into the air like a bitch in heat. She buried her face into the bedspread to hide her shame, but also to muffle the whimper aching in her lungs.

If she was a weaker woman, it would be so easy to tell Tomas to forget about her asshole. It was a large part of why she'd been so desperate to end this affair after Tomas had unloaded on her face. These drugs, they were clearly affecting her mind as well as her body. There was no other explanation for why a boy half her age had been able to force her to climax. Despite knowing the consequences, she still wanted him to take her, craving his seed as much as she feared the reeking stain.

She couldn't trust herself around him. It was like these drugs stole her reasoning to inflate her breasts. As if she was little better than breeding stock! The thought was nearly as terrifying as what was about to enter her bottom.

The Overseer, she wasn't telling the Vault everything. And that was all the implication a woman like Maria needed to flip the power structure on its head. Provided, of course, that Maria walked out of this encounter with her colon intact. And as if summoned by her thoughts, all of Maria's frustration and anger cooled into an icy terror, feeling Tomas slip from her folds to brace against the tight ring guarding her bottom.

Stifling a gasp, the older woman didn't want to give Tomas the pleasure of her fear. Instead, her teeth clenched against the anxiety in her belly as her fingers bit into the coarse sheets beneath her cheek. Her body tensed against the inherent threat, subconsciously denying him entry.

This wouldn't help her, naturally. If her goal was to minimize pain, the best thing she could do for herself was to relax to try and help ease Tomas against her natural resistance. But she could already feel Tomas bearing against her opening, and she couldn't help reacting to the small stinging that was already arching up her spine from between her spread cheeks.

Fortunately for Tomas, Maria's compliance wasn't strictly necessary, nor did he care in his aroused state. Feeling the woman's button refuse to yield, he leaned more and more of his weight against her until the natural shape of his biology wedged itself against the puckered opening. And once he gained an inch, Maria's juices did the rest of the work for him, allowing him to start slowly sinking into the tight recesses of the matron's rear.

Maria's calm mask crumbled at the alien sensation of a shape sliding up what had been an exit-only orifice for the last forty years of her life. She wasn't a stranger to adventurous sex by any means, but something about this act felt intrusive in a way that she hadn't experienced since she was a much younger girl.

Through pain and violation, gray eyes blinked realizing that she was technically losing her virginity for a second time. She felt the way her anus stretched around his girth, the muscle burning with untested malleability. The pain continued to climb until she finally crested over the ridge of his bulbous head, an accomplishment that both parties celebrated with a brief respite. Tension leaked from their bodies as they gasped in equal part wonderment and relief.

Tomas wasn't satisfied for long, however, marveling at the pressure of Maria's bowels snapped tight around his tip. He wanted to feel more. He wanted to feel that same heat and strength wrapped around his whole cock, urging him forward once again.

For Maria, there was no time to enjoy her small break, adjusting to the strange pressure knocking at her back door. Her lips twisted into a pale line across her face as her eyes clenched in trembling confusion. And when she felt the weight of Tomas' hips bear down once again, that expression twisted until her brow drew together against the uncomfortable ache throbbing inside her.

Her body wasn't used to such treatment. As another inch disappeared inside her, Maria felt every centimeter drag against her irritated opening, which had grown warm beneath Tomas' attention. The throbbing heat continued deeper with the boy's cock as he stretched her in new and unnatural ways.

Maria didn't have a choice but to bear with it. Gritting her teeth and breathing through the pain, a faint part of her brain wondered how much worse childbirth could really be in comparison to this hell. But with half a cock in her ass, it was hardly the time.

"Stop!" Maria sobbed, reaching back to place a hand on Tomas' stomach. For his part, Tomas did as she'd asked, if only because of how jarring it was to hear her broken tone. Blinking back to himself, Tomas looked at the older woman to see her trembling beneath him. "One minute, please. I need-. I can't-." That was as far as Maria got before she succumbed to her emotions, faltering against the pain radiating from her rear.

For a moment, Tomas considered ignoring her. He was horny, and in contrast to her pain, Tomas felt like he was in heaven.

Thankfully, Abigail's voice never failed to linger in the back of his mind reminding him of how he needed to treat women in his bed. And as he watched the grown woman tremble beneath him, he began to wonder if this might have been a mistake.

To his credit, this was always meant to end horribly. Maria was reluctant and he was inexperienced, which was a terrible combination in any situation. But he'd let his eagerness get away from him, making the invasive act that much worse on the awful woman. But no matter what Tomas thought of Maria, he'd never wanted to hurt her. He might not care if she enjoyed herself, but he wasn't a sadist.

Tomas might not know how to perform this particular sexual act, but he was taught how to gently coax virgins into accepting him into their bodies. Gently, with shallow strokes and patience. So far, he'd been doing nothing but thrusting like it was a race to feel his balls against her swollen sex. It was no wonder Maria was suffering.

Catching his breath, the young man adjusted his position behind her. His hand released her hip, bracing himself against the bed. At the same time, his body leaned forward until his chest fell against her back, all but pinning her to the mattress.

He felt her start at the new pressure, her fast breaths picking up with fear. But he had no intention of forcing himself on her. He wanted to reward her for the distress she'd already suffered, offering her pleasure as an apology for the pain. Reaching around her waist, his hand explored the taut plain of her belly before finding the folds of her pussy, teasing them with familiar technique.

"W-What are you doing?!" the blonde demanded, feeling his touch. The contrast between the sensations was stark, and Maria's brain fizzled trying to make sense of it. That her body could respond positively in the midst of agony was shocking enough. "Stop that," she flushed despite her reservations, refusing to enjoy a single moment of this humiliation.

Tomas had other ideas. "Shhh," he shushed her like a fussy child, confident in his fingers' ability. "You wanted a break, and I'm giving you one. That doesn't mean I have to stop playing with you." The young man smiled against her neck, without guilt. Just because he was helping her, that didn't mean she had to know. This was still part of her punishment.

She might have argued more. But the more Tomas touched her, the less Maria found herself focusing on the radiating strain between her cheeks. And after a few seconds of gentle petting, her juices were already starting to flow.

Maria's reaction was immediate. The sheets muffled her gasp, but Tomas could hear her plainly with his face nearly pressed against the crook of her neck. Just like he could feel her rear opening flex around him in tune with her pussy, which helplessly responded to his manipulation despite her discomfort. The two holes were connected almost, teaching Tomas that making this enjoyable for the older woman didn't come without its own reward.

"Interesting," he mused. Maria chose to remain silent.

Tomas didn't stop his ministrations, leaving his cock half buried in her anus while his fingers distracted her from that discomfort. The positioning was a little awkward and he couldn't quite reach her vagina. But the throbbing bundle of nerves at the peak of her slit was easily accessible and open to abuse.

Starting with slow circles, Tomas allowed the sensation to linger until Maria's hips bucked against his hand for the first time. It had the unfortunate consequence of pushing him deeper into her ass, but for the first time, Maria failed to complain. Her body was growing warm beneath his and he could feel every breath expanding against his chest. It wasn't until he heard her moan into the bedding that he allowed his hips to move, withdrawing a fraction before rocking against her rosebud.

Maria surprised him with a gasp, but not one of pain. Instead, he felt her butt rise against his hips with the motion, loosening a fraction of her tension when he retreated. It made it so that when he thrust forward, he gained more than he lost, feeling the tight ring of muscle slide higher around his shaft. It was small progress, but it was progress. And with determination, he slowly began to test these new boundaries.

Trapped beneath Tomas, Maria was less interested in exploring these new sensations. But the young man's insistence didn't leave her with much of a choice. The pleasure of his fingers was mixing with the pain of his cock, and their proximity made it hard for the blonde mother to distinguish between the two.

She could still feel him deep inside of her. With every thrust of his hips, he hit a little deeper. And each time, Maria found herself confident that he'd run out of room. But then he pulled back, and she found another fraction of an inch stretching her insides.

That part still hurt. Feeling sweat drip down her forehead, it mingled with the hint of tears threatening the edge of Maria's eyes. But for every push, there was a pull. And feeling him exit her rear end, however briefly, brought with it a sense of relief that bordered on pleasure.

Tomas' cock was so big that there was no way she could have walked away from this without a bit of pain. But the more it hurt, the better it felt when he retreated, which mingled with the constant shocks of her clit rubbing against the boy's fingers. Those brief windows of relief began to dominate her mind, increasing the pleasure of his hand.

It grew to the point that Maria began to…not encourage his thrusts, but anticipate them. She felt him thrust against her, she felt the sharp burn of her body struggling to accommodate him, and knew that equal pleasure was about to follow. Until, the pain slowly began fading toward the back of her mind, taking less and less of her focus.

When Tomas eventually did bottom out, she didn't notice. Gasping and panting and pushing her ass against him with subtle urgency for what she wanted. And Tomas was only too willing to answer.

While Maria struggled at every turn, Tomas focused on the pleasure wrapped around him. Feeling his balls settle against her now dripping pussy, he wanted to take a moment to celebrate his victory. Maria's too if she could care about that kind of thing. But then he felt her anus pulse around his base, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop any time soon.

In fact, the opposite was true. As Maria slowly adjusted to his size, he felt more confident to go a little faster with his thrusts—fucking her harder. This kind of sex was totally different from what he was used to and the novelty was rampant.

Every woman he'd slept with had felt a little different once they spread their legs. Some had been tighter, others moved their hips differently, and some had been too shallow to accept all of him. But in most regards, vaginas shared the same warm, wet, smooth textures that wrapped around his cock and squeezed with biological purpose.

This was nothing like that. Tomas had thought it would be the same but tighter, and he was partially correct. But the tensest part of Maria's ass was where he'd entered, squeezing his shaft and refusing to let go. Inside of her was completely different, smooth, soft, and warm. The texture was lacking in comparison, putting most of the work on her opening, jerking him off like a tight fist.

Was it better than he'd hoped? Yes. Was it worse? Also yes. But most importantly, it was exciting, and Tomas reveled in the new and thrilling act and everything it opened his world to. In the end, he lasted far shorter than he would have liked, which was still four times as long as Maria had prayed.

Tomas felt his end come upon him as his thrusts reached the speed he would have eventually found during regular sex. His cock plunged in and out of Maria's poor hole, which strained around his shaft with every motion in a struggling caress. The flesh of her ass jiggled with the impact of their bodies, sending ripples all the way up to the dimples at her spine.

Maria groaned at the treatment, deep and guttural. But she didn't stop him, nor did she ask him to. Because as his hips picked up the pace, so did his fingers. And rather than reject the sensations, she'd had no choice but to embrace the strange friction inside of her, itching and numbing her in ways that shouldn't have been pleasurable.

The stress of Tomas' ministrations stole that resistance from her. She was physically and mentally exhausted, reducing her to a submissive lump of meat for him to do with as he pleased.

Her mind began to wander back toward dangerous topics she had tried and failed to protect herself from. The sensation of Tomas' thrust shot through her body like a siren's song slithering through her ear. She felt his shaft rub inside of her and the way her body clung to its every motion. She experienced the daunting power of his body crashing against her, and she felt the telltale throbbing of his cock as their union reached its climax.

It was everything she'd been craving, and yet wholly insufficient. And the closer she drew to temptation, the more she began to yearn to replace Tomas' fingers with that firm cock spearing her through until his bulb of heat was knocking against her navel from the inside.

The fantasy fueled her pleasure as much as his finger. Enough that, when he finally released inside of her and she felt the molten texture of his seed splash against her bowels, it was close enough to spark the inferno of pleasure that had been itching at her heels this entire time. And as Tomas' body shuddered atop hers, Maria couldn't stop the long moan that tore from her throat, filling the quiet room with shame and rage.

Tomas heard her scream and grinned. Sagging against her prostrated form, he took his time recovering, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure tingle throughout his body. But more than that, physical exhaustion surprised him, leaking satisfaction through tired muscles and sore joints.

Regardless of her complaints, Tomas would have loved to fall to his side and pull Maria against him. But that was not this bed, and the young man consoled himself by turning his nose into the frazzled nest of blond hair matted against Maria's neck with sweat. Hints of her perfume lingered sweetly, mixing with the sterile soap he'd begun to associate with women inside the Vault. It was comforting in a way that he'd started to crave as much as their bodies.

After a minute of heavy breaths and sweat cooling against his skin, Tomas dragged his hand through Maria's downy bush and rose back onto his knees. Looking at her ass, his eyes immediately found her sphincter stretched around his cock. More importantly, he could feel his cum pooling inside her, adding a squishiness around his tip that hadn't been there before.

Reluctantly, he tried to pull himself from the woman's backside. It wasn't as easy as it should have been. Still gasping against the sheets, it was hard to tell how aware of the room Maria was, but it felt like she was still clenching. Tomas braced himself against her cheek, feeling the soft skin give beneath his palm as he forced his hips backward. The lubricant did its job as he felt her tight ring glide over him one last time before he popped free.

Before they'd started, Maria's rear had winked at him as a pink button of wrinkled flesh. Now that he was done with her, the skin had transformed into an irritated red along the rim. But what really drew his attention was how the opening failed to close completely without his shape blocking the way.

Tomas watched in amazement as the small muscle tried at first, only to settle with a dime-sized hole gaping back at him. And as if that wasn't bad enough, a pearl of semen finally crested the angry color, spilling over her swollen pussy in a single line of virile danger.

Tomas' first instinct was to worry until he remembered whose pussy it belonged to. Then his chest bloomed with satisfaction at the idea that Maria might end up conceiving his child anyway, despite everything she'd done to combat this fate. It wasn't guaranteed, of course. But Abigail had explained surface contact was enough in some unlikely cases.

Wouldn't that be karma? Tomas tried to picture the same sour expression on Maria's face while she waddled through the Vault swollen with his child. And while he always felt a small thrill spending himself inside a woman with the expectation of watching her body develop as days passed into weeks, Maria's attitude and actions had endeared him toward her in ways that would have left the older woman terrified if she was aware of his thoughts.

Just like that, Tomas felt the pang of arousal return to his balls, erasing a significant fraction of his previous fatigue. He was tired, but surely he could manage one last load if he worked at it? There was one way to find out. And rising back onto his knees, Tomas grasped his cock with purpose as he aimed its tip toward Maria's gaping asshole for a second round.

Dazed and dizzy, Maria eventually limped back to the conscious world. She was just in time to feel the sting of renewed penetration against her abused backside. Adrenaline fueled her as she jumped away, reacting like Tomas had tried to stick her with a hot poker.

"No!" she gasped, wincing through clenched teeth. Despite what Maria had felt at the time, all of the pain she'd initially suffered had still been there beneath the cushion of pleasure. But after her last climax, all the distractions were gone, leaving all the agony she'd been ignoring. Now there was no dismissing that aching sting she could feel screaming from between her cheeks, ensuring that she wouldn't be sitting comfortably for weeks.

"What's the problem?" Tomas dismissed her crazed eyes, watching with amusement. Jumping away from him, her hands immediately clasped over her bottom, which she'd clenched shut like she was her own Vault. Laying on her stomach to avoid undue pressure, Tomas watched the pale skin clench protectively.

"That was fun, right?" he tried to remind her, "you enjoyed yourself. One more round, and I'll be done." It sounded reasonable enough to his ears. She'd done it once, and now he knew how to make it much more comfortable for both of them.

Maria did not agree.

Face pale and eyes wide, she looked from Tomas to his erection feeling ice infect her veins. He might have been able to bounce back from what they'd done, but Maria wasn't so lucky. Already she could feel her sore opening throb with irritation, and she knew she wouldn't be able to offer a repeat performance for a while. And if she tried, she would not survive the experience.

"I-I can't," Maria shuttered. She spoke the words slowly and deliberately, doing her best to stress that this wasn't an emotional objection but a physical one. But Tomas frowned at her, openly annoyed at the refusal.

"I can't!" she repeated, louder and more frantically. "Please, I can't even sit right now. Everything down there is killing me. How can you still want more?" But just like she'd been molded by the Vault for the sole purpose of making children, so had Tomas. And as far as his hormones were concerned, he hadn't done his job yet.

Eyebrow raised, Tomas didn't bother to hide his frown. He wasn't about to force her if she couldn't do it, but that didn't mean he couldn't be disappointed. Just because they'd done it once didn't mean his curiosity was completely satisfied. It was the closest he'd gotten to having sex with her, and the urge to take Maria was still itching in the back of his head.

And wasn't that a thought...

"Then, I guess it's time to finally finish this?" Tomas' smile spread across his face like fog in the first week of spring. Maria might have felt relieved if she couldn't see the aroused excitement alive in his blue gaze. Swallowing against her throat, she seemed to shrink in on herself, appearing eerily similar to her daughter's timid unease.

"I can go?" she asked hesitantly, feeling her instincts scream out in warning.

"Of course," Tomas nodded, "as soon as we finish this last round. If your butt can't take me, it's time to put that baby in you. That's the deal we made, isn't it?" And if Maria had been worried before, her heart might as well have stopped at Tomas' threat.

"You can't," she refused, not unlike a child denying any particularly distasteful aspect of reality.

"I can, actually," he continued to smile. "Don't get me wrong, this has been fun. But you should see by now that you were never going to walk away from this without a baby." He hadn't known that, of course. But it felt good diminishing what he was sure Maria had thought was a clever ploy at the time.

Well, she didn't think it was clever anymore and struggled to swallow past the newfound lump in her throat.

"Please…" she begged, actually begged. Had she ever begged before? She couldn't remember an instance. But exhausted, in pain, and utterly helpless to the machinations of a teenage boy, now felt like a good time.

"Look, you win, okay?" her smile was fragile and false. "I understand what I did was wrong. I apologize. I'll even apologize to Angela! I haven't been a good mother, and this Vault should have been my chance to do better." Her gray eyes were locked onto Tomas, bleeding sincerity. In contrast, the young man might as well have been wearing a mask, observing her with impassivity.

"Let this be that chance," Maria's voice shook with emotion, pleading. "I'll be the mother she deserves. I'll be a better grandmother than I was a mother. I'll help her raise this child and give her the support I know she'll need. Just let me walk away. I promise I'll be better. You don't have to do this." With her peace said, Maria fell quiet, waiting for Tomas' verdict like he was the judge of her fate.

For a while, Tomas didn't say anything. Maria Porter was a liar. That was the first thing Angela had told him after he'd explained his plan for her mother. And every interaction they'd shared since the prim and proper woman had entered the room had only solidified that characterization. And yet…Tomas believed her.

Maria was a liar, but when was the last time she'd been pushed this far? When was the last time she'd been powerless beneath someone else? If there was ever a defining moment, a rock bottom for a person to reach, this was probably it.

Tomas had gotten his revenge. And better yet, he'd won. Maria had suffered, labored, and felt her actions' consequences. Everything that he'd promised to his new friend. She'd even promised to be what Angela so clearly craved from her parental figure. And with a baby on the way, that kind of support would likely be appreciated.

Yes, she could be lying. But all it would take would be one word from her daughter, and Tomas could have her back in his bed with a snap of his fingers. He knew it, and so did she, more than likely.

In a way, that could be worse than if he knocked her up. She'd have to go through every day conscious of her actions, keeping herself and her snotty attitude in check unless he decided to change his mind. Worst case scenario, she'd crumble beneath her own anxiety. And in the best case, eventually being kind and courteous would stop feeling like a struggle. She'd develop into a better person and benefit the Vault overall.

It was a perfect revenge. The best way to end an evening that Tomas had already allowed to spiral out of control. So why couldn't he say anything?

Because. This had started as a favor for Angela, and as much as Tomas had used that as an excuse to exploit Maria's body, the truth was that this had stopped being about morals a while ago. Instead, Tomas had allowed his sexual fantasies to flourish at Maria's expense. And as much as he'd done, as much as Maria had earned her chance to be a better mother, Tomas still wasn't satisfied. And in the end, the power to choose was his.

"No," Tomas muttered gravely, a solemn uncertainty twisting his features. The question was whether he was bold enough to enact it.

"Please!" Maria nearly broke down, hyperventilating before him. Tomas stopped her before she could spiral too far out of control, holding up a hand.

"No," he repeated, "I won't let you go like that. I still want to sleep with you, and the Overseer will march you into radioactive scrub duty first thing in the morning if you try to deny me."

Maria's naturally snowy complexion took on a gray quality as she observed him. But while she scrambled for any mercy, he offered the hope that she was so desperate for.

"However," he held up a finger. Maria's eyes immediately sought his, her breath frozen in her chest. "How about we make a new deal? One that will…forget the first one?" Maria should have known better than to trust the gleam in Tomas' eyes as he spoke. In fact, she did know better. But she also wasn't in a position to argue without hearing him out first.

"What…kind of deal?" she hesitantly inquired. And if she wasn't nervous enough before, the smile on Tomas' lips sent a cool sense of dread down her spine.

"Simple,' Tomas continued to grin, "we have sex." He had to rush to continue before Maria could object. "Just once! Only once. And if you win, I won't cum inside of you. When we reach the end, I'll pull out and spend it on your stomach or your back if that's too uncomfortable."

Maria didn't blink. "What do you mean, 'win?'"

"Well," Tomas bubbled with enthusiasm, "I thought we could make it like a little game to replace your deal. If you win, no baby. And if you lose, there's still a chance we don't get anything on the first try, and I'll still promise to never call on you again." That no one else had managed to avoid his bastards was tactfully left out. Not that Maria needed reminding. Rumors of Tomas' virility were already well known to the Vault's terror and relief.

Maria decided to ignore that in favor of the most enticing part of his words. Exclusion from his bed was worth more than every penny she'd ever owned.

"And how would I win?" Maria hedged, waiting for the catch.

Tomas' answer was short and sharp, "don't cum." Maria's jaw dropped.

"That doesn't sound too hard, does it?" Tomas' smile became knowing. "I'm just some dumb kid who doesn't know what he's doing. You said as much. So what do you have to worry about? As long as you don't cum before I do, I'll pull out, and you can walk away."

It was a trap. The fact that Tomas wasn't bothering to hide his smug satisfaction would have made it obvious to anyone, even if they weren't named Maria Porter. Unfortunately, Tomas had stumbled into praying upon Maria's largest vulnerability, her pride. And she was desperate enough to forget it.

Years of business and social negotiation screamed at the older woman that this was a mistake. The first rule of any contract was never to let your opponent set the terms. But those were the rules when they came to you. In this instance, she was the one relying on Tomas. Running through her thoughts, the best she could do was try for an addendum. And to her delight, Tomas did half the work for her, sweetening the deal before saying anything.

Amateur.

"Fine," Tomas broke. "If you're that worried, I'll make it even easier for you. I'll let you cum twice before you have to start holding back. But if you get off a third time, you get a full load." Maria jumped on his weakness like it was blood in the water.

"Deal!" she barked, nostrils flared. If he was shaken by a few seconds of silence, then that proved his desperation. "But no more hands. If you're that confident, you shouldn't need them."

Tomas wasn't as quick to answer, leaning his head back and forth as he considered. "I can work with that," he decided. His lackadaisical attitude earned a sneer. "But that means I get to be on top. And I'm allowed to touch your boobs." Not because of any nefarious reasons. They were just really nice tits. His eyes drifted down fondly.

"Fine," Maria rolled her eyes as if he'd spoken his thoughts aloud.

"Cool," Tomas grinned. "On your back, or doggie-style? I'll let you choose."

Maria had to grit her teeth to roll onto her back, finding comfort in the sharp pain racing up her spine. What had been a nightmare would only help her now, not that she was planning to need it.

Tomas might have gotten a few lucky licks, but that had been when she was weak or distracted. She had been suffering from unsatisfied desires as much as any other woman. But Maria had stayed strong where they felt comfortable relieving themselves in public like animals. Anyone could finger a girl and get her off if she was that frustrated. All Tomas had now was his dick, and from what Maria had seen, it wasn't anything special.

Yes, it was large. But the only reason the evening had lasted this long was his seemingly nonexistent refractory period. He could climax often, but that wouldn't help him here. If anything, it meant he'd never had to worry about holding back in bed.

His entire purpose was to cum fast and in as many women as possible. She had the detriment of the Vault's drugs to worry about, but self-control was paramount, and Maria was proud to boast of a particular strength in that area. This wouldn't be the first time she'd stopped herself from orgasming to intimidate a lover.

She could win this. She should win this, so long as there were no unexpected surprises. The drugs didn't control her. She was still Maria Porter. And she was stronger than anything the Vault could throw at her.

Positioning the pillow beneath her head, Maria allowed her legs to fall open, inviting Tomas to take his place above her. Eagerness showed in his gaze as he drank in her flushed, sweaty visage.

"Wait," Maria stopped the young man as he was about to aim himself. Eyebrow raised, he met the blonde's piercing gaze that tried pinning him to the spot. Maria narrowed her eyes. "What's stopping you from releasing inside me regardless?" It could all be a trick, after all.

"You mean, besides that I don't have any reason to lie?" Tomas grinned. "If I just wanted to put a baby in you, I could. Heck, I could have done it at any point tonight. There's no reason to make all these rules if I'm going to cheat in the end." Maria might not have believed him if he hadn't already proved to be such a terrible liar. Still, his logic left her more paranoid, drawing the question she'd been too anxious to ask.

"Then why didn't you? What do you have to gain from all this?" Because that's what everything boiled down to in the end. Negotiation. Relationships. Life. What did you have to gain?

"It proves a point," Tomas answered coolly. Losing some of his childish grin, he pressed his swollen head against her folds. Sucking in a sharp breath, Maria braced herself against the unexpected anticipation of feeling him tease her opening. "That maybe, you're not as afraid of this baby as you say you are. That you secretly want one, even if you won't admit it. That all of you want a baby. My baby. Some women have fought it more than others, but it always ends the same."

Before she could respond, the slow rubbing against her lips stopped as the young man pushed his hips forward. Finally, his tip sank into her, sliding inside like he belonged there. Maria's eyes boggled at the answering rush. It was only a taste, and she could already feel the tight coil beneath her navel clench in anticipation.

Maria knew she was in trouble. And one glance toward Tomas' cocky smirk proved her mistake. "Wait-." she tried. But it was too late. Holding her knees apart, Tomas thrust all his weight against her femininity, using her wanton arousal to slide up to his base in one firm stroke.

Mouth agape, Maria's back arched beneath the rough treatment. Her fingers found the now wrinkled, soggy sheets and pulled. Screaming in silence, Maria's first orgasm was torn from her control in one fell swoop, setting the pace for what would be a very short encounter.

"With them on their backs," Tomas gasped with pleasure, "and too satisfied to worry about getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey." Maria wasn't in a state to answer.

Pleasure burned through her veins like a drug. Maria's back arched off the bed as her jaw dropped, silently exclaiming the shock lingering in the back of her brain like fading smoke. There was pain too. His cock stretched her open after months without so much as a finger to tickle her womanhood. But it was a satisfying pain, like a stomach shrunken from hunger suddenly stuffed with a thick steak.

This…this had been what she'd been craving. Feeling herself strain around the teenager as her walls fluttered invitingly, she could feel her muscles milking Tomas with all her strength. The shock of friction rocked her all the way to her core, where she felt his swollen head throb with renewed intent.

She should have felt terrified, feeling him pressed so close to where he could ruin her life. And she was. Her first orgasm had come so easily that it was daunting to realize how drastically she might have underestimated the boy. But beyond that was an addiction to the firm, velvety shaft grating against her walls that she'd done her best to deny up to this point.

His words were terrible, sexist and misogynistic to the point that any woman would be horrified at the gall of his actions. But he was right. Because as much as she didn't want anything to do with carrying his bastard for nine miserable months, so too could she feel her body's compulsion to cross her ankles behind his back and pull him harder against her until he flooded her depths in his seed. The drugs finally had what they wanted, and her brain was helpless to their manipulations.

If Tomas had cum in her right then, she wouldn't have even been able to complain. She would have celebrated, crying out in joyous rapture like chattel that had been bred to spread their legs. Tomas kept his word, however, savoring the firm sensation of her climax roll from his base to his tip, holding back the pressure he could feel building in the roots of his cock.

He offered her quivering pussy a few indulgent pumps before lowering himself on top of her body. Capturing one of her breasts, he felt the tip tense as he rolled the sensitive flesh against his thumb. And as Maria's first orgasm came to a slow descent, his breath broke across the shell of her ear as he uttered a single challenge, "One."

Maria gasped like he'd dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto her face. That might have been preferable, if only to help cool her burning libido. Instead, reality thrust itself upon the older woman without any way of resisting the young man's effect on her hormones.

"No," she muttered, shaking her head in a vain effort to clear her thoughts. But women weren't built the same as men. One climax at a time was hardly their limit. And even as she remembered the consequences of her pleasure, she couldn't stop her body from responding. Sparking and clenching tight with every thrust of Tomas' cock against her womb. Ultimately, her desperation forced her to bite the inside of her cheek in defiance, tasting coppery red as she groaned beneath the young man's punishing ministrations.

It saved her, but barely. Her immediate climax had the additional detriment of making her sensitive to the point of pain. Every thrust felt raw against her nerves, shattering her thoughts as quickly as they could form. And Tomas didn't stop, pounding between her spread thighs.

Tomas felt his body protest the rough treatment. As fun as it sounded to go all out from the very start, life in the Vault didn't exactly offer a lot of opportunities for exercise outside of women's beds. And those were almost always tame affairs with more care put toward coaxing and soothing the woman beneath him.

There was no longer any hint of that gentle persona he'd adopted for the sake of his duty. He pushed past the burn in his thighs and hips, throwing himself against Maria's crotch with his full weight and hearing the wet slap of their bodies echo as proof of his effort.

Maria's small figure bounced beneath him, jerking at the abrupt collision against her hips. Each time she choked on air that was forced outward, giving her just enough time to fill her lungs with a gasp before Tomas fucked the breath from her lungs all over again. And her breasts, proud and pert despite Maria's age, were trapped in a constant tremble with her nipples nodding in rhythmic circles. The soft white flesh rippled with each bounce, matching the flesh of her pale thighs spread wide for Tomas' punishing pace.

"S-Slow down." Head swimming, body crying out, Maria's voice called out without permission. "Please, I can't~, it's too rough!" An audible moan contradicted her complaints, fading into fluttering whimpers.

Tomas didn't listen, speaking over gasping breaths. "Why would you want that?" Sweat beaded along his forehead, soaking the loose fringe of his bangs. Licking his lips, the taste of salt exploded on his tongue. "You want this. I can feel you. So wet. So tight."

Maria wanted to deny it, but her voice wouldn't let her. And then Tomas forced her to confront her shame, pinning her hips to the mattress and pounding several thrusts against her core. The soft muscle of her sex gripped him, strangling his erection. Only the sticky arousal streaming down her swollen lips allowed their skin to glide without injury. The heat of her body threatened to boil over as her thoughts swam like stars. The urge to surrender swept across her like a fever.

"Just accept it," Tomas egged her on, seeing her falter. "You want it so bad. You still have another chance afterward. Let yourself go. Indulge and be strong later. Who knows? Maybe it'll help take the edge off and make everything easier."

Maria would have punched him if both hands weren't gripping the sheets like she was dangling over a cliff. The boy's words were like poison in a dying man, sapping what little strength remained. Everything he was saying was what she'd been hearing in her head as soon as he thrust his damned prick inside her. Like it was easy. Like she could let go as simple as that. As if the consequences didn't matter.

Except that it would be easy. And it could be simple, if Maria let it. All this fighting. All this pain—and for what? She could feel good if she let herself. So, so good. Would another baby really be that bad? Wouldn't it be worth how good it would feel to let go?

No. No, it wouldn't. Unfortunately, that moment of weakness was all Maria's body needed to fall over the edge into muscle-twitching oblivion.

"No!" Maria sobbed as her body betrayed her, seizing as her stomach clenched into a single muscle and her limbs stretched out in a euphoric rush of tingling delight. Her expression curled to match the wave of pleasure, taking Maria's mask of a proper woman and twisting her lips until she was grinning like a whore. Only her eyes were free from the hormones, shining in horror until they rolled toward the top of her skull.

It was worse than the first, unsurprisingly. That had been a sudden, violating sensation as anxiety and apprehension were snapped by a stinging fullness. This was completely different. Mind-numbing, soul scorching. It poured from the tips of her fingers to the souls of her feet, collecting beneath her navel as everything she'd been trying to hold back was released at once.

Her body responded autonomously, lifting her hips against Tomas' thrusts with equal, if not greater, strength. Her hands found his head and pulled him into the valley of her breasts, filling his face with her soft bosom as the smell of her sweaty musk drowned his lungs.

It was a passion he'd never been allowed to taste, not even during Abigail's wildest instructions. Nearly all the women he slept with were so reserved, so embarrassed by their and his nudity that they hadn't dared perform with such abandon. Combined with the tunnel of steel gripping his swollen cock and Tomas nearly forgot about their deal then and there.

He didn't. But neither did he keep thrusting lest the pressure in his balls climb any higher. Instead, the blond was trapped in a cage of sweltering, sweating flesh intent on milking cum that he couldn't offer. Not yet, no matter how much his body disagreed.

Maria might have miscalculated how much the Vault's drugs were tainting her willpower, but Tomas was just as guilty of overestimating himself. When Maria's crumbling mental state finally collapsed, and another wave of pleasure tore through her body, Tomas didn't have time to enjoy the rush of satisfaction lingering in the back of his head. He was too busy fighting the knot of pleasure struggling to unravel deep in his gut.

"Fuck," Tomas swore, gritting his teeth as he held himself above Maria's twitching form. As soon as she fell over the edge, all of his motions slammed to a stop to keep himself from following after. But that did nothing to avoid the clinging, rippling friction of Maria's walls struggling to massage the load out of him and into her ripe womb.

Finally, the rhythmic clenching ended, and Tomas felt Maria fall slack beneath him.

Both lovers were lost in a haze of gasping breaths and musk-tainted air. Even the Vault's filtration system would take a week before this room smelled of anything but their combined fluids. Tomas took the opportunity to give his body a break and to take a few steps back from the same edge he'd all but pushed Maria over. It wasn't as successful as he would have liked. But then, with his cock still buried to the hilt inside her soft wetness, what had he been expecting?

Maria was equally frustrated as thoughts and reason slowly trickled back to regain control of her faculties. Not so much with her weakness—that came later. But with dissatisfaction lingering through her body like a storm cloud beneath what should have been a brilliant afterglow.

How was that fair? Maria's brow wrinkled. She'd let herself give in and had one of the biggest orgasms of her life, and that still wasn't enough? What did this damned body want from her?

But that answer was obvious. Nor did it have anything to do with what Maria could give. No, her body craved one thing and one thing only, which it hadn't received. Rather than giving her peace and a reprieve, her body roared in protest at her lack of insemination.

It was like giving a man dying of dehydration a glass of water, only to watch him slowly recognize the taste of salt sliding down his throat. And the job still wasn't done. So even though Maria wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep after an exhausting day of stress and fear, she could feel her body reawakening with every slow beat of her heart. All she could do was lay there as her nipples pulsed and her sore lips swelled with renewed arousal.

Unconsciously clenching against the tingling warmth between her legs, Tomas' swollen girth made itself known, reminding the much older woman of her position and what she'd so easily sacrificed.

"Two." the boy's hot breath threatened to scald the sensitive shell of her ear. He'd watched her slowly return to herself, waiting until she could understand the taunt before whispering in her ear. Suddenly her cold eyes were open and staring at him in equal parts despair and rage. A combination that made his position between her legs all the sweeter.

"You're sick," she hissed at him, earning a bland stare.

"And so are you. So's everyone in this messed up Vault. That's the kind of world we live in now." Flexing his hips, he tried to intimidate her. But the pressure at his base throbbed much stronger than he'd thought, earning a wince.

Maria's hopelessness immediately gave way to a tenuous light. Feeling him thrust inside her, she flinched at the sensitive ache lingering after her release. But she was focused enough to feel the difference in Tomas' technique.

His overwhelming size was the same, as was the friction of his shaft grinding against her swollen insides. But compared to how rough he'd been at the start, these strokes felt weak and dwindling. Mingled with the tension staring down at her, it was obvious that the young man was struggling much more than he wanted to admit.

If that wasn't enough to bolster Maria's ego, the idea that popped into her head almost brought a vicious smile to her anxious grimace.

She'd been focused on defense this entire time, and on holding out until the snot-nose brat popped his load like every other hopeless teenager. That plan hadn't gotten her anywhere. And worse, it had actively worked against her.

Maria needed to be more proactive if she wanted to walk away without an oozing crotch-full of bastard seed. She might have been twisted by drugs and god knows what else to crave cock like a wanton crack whore, but she wasn't the only one. Tomas' size alone made it obvious he'd been chemically manipulated as much as the rest of them. If she was the one pushing, if Tomas was the one that had to hold out against her, she could crack him faster than a maid without papers.

Besides, her body already knew how to suck out a load. Maria just needed to stop resisting and let nature take its course.

"Harder," Maria breathed the word, leaning her head back with a euphoric display of her swan-like neck. She gasped with each thrust against her core and allowed a full moan to bellow out for the first time since Tomas had fit himself between her legs. The effect was instantaneous, with the blond young man watching her display with confusion and amazement.

"Harder!" she repeated, turning her full attention to Tomas' puzzled expression. In comparison, the older woman's eyes practically bled with arousal. Lips pouting and eyes lidded, she groaned, allowing genuine frustration to infect her tone as her stomach muscles flexed around Tomas' throbbing erection. The effect sent a rush of torturous tingles up her spine, gambling her very sanity. But Tomas' sudden gasp made it all worth it.

Rather than back down and try and cool off, Maria threw herself onto the razor's edge. With a resounding slap, she rolled her hips against Tomas' cock, feeling it sink all the way to the base inside her depths. "Oh, fuck!" Tomas exclaimed, clenching his eyes tight. And when they opened, he looked down to see Angela's mother grinning up at him viciously. A bead of sweat immediately traced his temple at the implied threat.

"What's the matter?" Maria taunted, continuing to meet his thrusts. "You made me feel so good a minute ago. Don't tell me you're tired already?"

Tomas had stopped completely, but that didn't stop her from stroking him with her depths. The added stimulation was hell on her senses, but she was past the point of caring. Feeling her muscles ripple with intention around his cock, Maria knew he was just as affected as her. The difference was that she'd had two orgasms to sate her desires, while Tomas hadn't been able to climax once.

"Please," she begged, but it wasn't like before. There was no shame as she moaned the single word. Instead, it tasted like victory as she ran her tongue sensually across her lips, feeling Tomas' gaze on her face as she writhed beneath him.

Reaching her arms above her head, the older woman arched her back until her swollen breasts were thrust into the young man's face. "I want it," she gasped, caressing his thigh with the back of her heel. "You were right. Your cock is so good. I've been dreaming of it all night. You can't hold back on me now."

Maria knew she was hamming it up a little too hard, but she also knew that was how every man wanted it. Young or old, there wasn't a man alive who wasn't obsessed with the dumb lump of meat dangling between their legs, convinced that every woman was just as fascinated. In Tomas' case, that was more true than for most. But that only meant Maria didn't need to rely on her acting ability.

"Don't you ever stop talking?" Tomas growled. The lines of his face were taut against the strain he felt building below his waist, and Maria's constant moans were doing nothing for his control. He felt himself speeding up at her provocation, if only to prove her wrong. But the sensitive flesh of his swollen crown was throbbing in the tight heat of her sex, and he knew her tricks were getting to him.

"What's the matter?" Maria cooed, grinning her shark's grin. Groaning another melody of lust, one of her hands snaked from the headboard to caress her belly, where she could feel the blunt shape thud against her insides. Tomas' gaze locked onto the long, delicate fingers, enraptured when they climbed higher to cup one of her breasts and squeezed the bouncing orb enticingly.

"Do you want to cum?" she whimpered, tightening her crotch around him. "Then give up. There's no shame. You've made me cum harder and more often than any man I've invited into my bed willingly. You've earned it, Tomas. Stop being so stubborn."

Tomas answered by closing his eyes. If he couldn't see her, he might not get so distracted. But darkness only heightened the sensation of her smooth walls gliding over his cock. And the sound of her breathy voice bounded around his skull like an echo whose vibrations were directed straight to his dick.

Maria felt him throbbing inside of her and rushed toward the killing blow. "Cum for me, Tomas. Just because you won't be able to do it inside of me doesn't mean I don't want to feel it on my skin. So warm, so thick. I'll reek of you for the next week no matter how much I shower. Everyone in the Vault will smell me. They'll smell you on me and think about how jealous they are that they couldn't take my place."

Maria's face fell into a calm mask as her hands reached up to cradle Tomas' jaw, stroking his face and feeling his sweat against her palm. "They're waiting for you, Tomas. An entire Vault of women far more beautiful than I. You can have as many of them as you want as soon as you leave this room. You just need to cum. It can be on my rear, my breasts; I'll let you soak my face again if that's what it takes. Better yet, I'll lick it off the floor while you watch. Whatever you want and however you want, you just need to pull out and decide."

Feeling him lose control, Maria's triumph flared as Tomas' hips froze against her.

His entire body was like a knot of frustration poised above her. His slim muscles bulged beneath his pale skin and sweat dripped down their contours. Maria watched him struggle from below, and the sense of victory swelled in her chest, tasting better than any orgasm.

"You're at your limit." Maria's tone fell back into its dry cadence. "We both know it. For the sake of avoiding any accidents, how about we finish this?"

She expected him to glare at her. She expected embarrassment, humiliation, and, if she was lucky, tears of frustration now that Tomas' silly little game had come to an end. What Maria didn't predict was that the teenager would start to shake as a soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. Lifting his chin, she finally caught a glimpse of the rueful smile he'd been keeping hidden.

"I really thought I could last longer than this," Tomas admitted, shaking his head at his limitations. However, his grin didn't die, tickling Maria's sense of caution.

"I'll…admit, you provided a greater challenge than I was expecting, but there's no shame in losing to a more experienced partner. Now, I am afraid I must insist that you exit me." Maria wasn't stupid enough to relax before removing the barrel from her temple. Unfortunately, doing her best to toe the line between respectful and insistent, Tomas' answer was another breathless puff of laughter.

Maria felt her temper flair. "What are you laughing about, exactly?"

"That you think I lost?" Tomas answered with unwavering confidence. "If you were paying attention, you'll remember that the deal was to make you cum three times. I never said I had to wait until after that to finish inside you." Was it a cheap move? Yes. Did Tomas care? Not even a little.

Feeling Maria stiffen, condescension leaked into his tone as he explained, "you're not the first woman who thought she was too good to be in my bed. Not by a long shot. But you might be surprised how many of those same women change their tune as soon as I finish inside them. In the end, it doesn't matter how repulsed, reluctant, or emotionally distant they start out as. Because as soon as they get a drop of cum in their bellies, they all get off the same."

Maria's smile froze on her face, slowly recognizing what the boy was implying. Not because it was hard to understand, but because she wanted to reject the natural conclusion so fervently that she refused to accept her fate. This gave Tomas another few seconds to catch his breath and claim her hip with a firm hand, pinning it to the mattress.

"The truth is," Tomas grinned, turning his dancing gaze from her paling features to her flat belly. "I already won the moment you let yourself cum the second time. Everything since then has been for my pleasure. I wasn't expecting you to give me such a show, but I appreciate it. I didn't think you had it in you. But you did get one thing right. It is time that this ended. Hopefully, you'll give this kid a better childhood than Angela's."

"Wait!" Maria managed, feeling terror clog her throat. She even managed to push her hands between their bodies against Tomas' chest. But he didn't budge, using her flagging strength and panic to his advantage. It didn't take long to get back to that ledge. After a few pumps, Tomas could already feel his balls rise between his legs as the bottom of his shaft swelled with life-granting fluid.

"Wait!" Maria screeched one last time, kicking her legs on each side of Tomas' hips, desperately attempting to fling him off her. All this accomplished was to stimulate him further, as he felt her walls bare down in a faded effort of expelling his throbbing cock before he could release himself.

"Wai-," she faltered, failing to finish her last plea. It was too late. Maria found her voice drowned in a flood of warmth pooling beneath her navel. In the same breath, the older woman found the sound of her terror evolve into another moan as the third orgasm was finally triggered, and she felt her body drink Tomas' seed as if it were the elixir of life itself.

This time, Tomas didn't bother waiting to see the haze clear from her crystalline gray eyes. He watched from the peak of his pleasure, grinning at her conflicting mask of rapturous joy and hellish torment with profound satisfaction. "And that's number three," he ticked off, feeling the last few bursts of cum leave his body and join the rest of the milky ropes that had already collected against the gate of Maria's womb.

Tomas let the moment settle organically. Maria recovered from her third orgasm, unconsciously basking in the biological fulfillment. She looked drunk. The same as every other woman he'd knocked up so far. If anything, Tomas thought the older woman looked happier than most of the other women he'd gifted with his child.

Good. Rather than being surprised or delighted, Tomas felt a sense of rightness inflate his chest. This proved what he'd been thinking all along. Sex was a good thing. It felt good, and it made people happy. The women trying to resist were just being silly, clinging to old-world morality and shame.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to start being a little more liberal with his selection in the Vault. Who knew how many women secretly wanted his children but were too shy or stubborn to offer themselves. Women like Maria. His job as the only man in the Vault was to make that decision for them and show these women how happy they could be once they forgot about propriety.

This Vault was their world now, and the rules were different. Why should it be his fault if everyone else couldn't catch up?

Feeling taller than he could remember, Tomas gave Maria one last glance before allowing his cock to retreat from her bright red pussy. Staring between the pale flesh of her strewn legs, her lips clung to his shaft one last time before he popped free. A veritable torrent of seed immediately followed after him, painting her swollen mound in a glaze as it leaked over the curve of her ass to stain their sheets. And once it started, it didn't stop.

Tomas watched, smirking. He'd cum so much in the last few hours, but he'd still filled Maria more than he'd managed with women who had gotten his first load of the day. Unless there was something medically wrong with Angela's mother, a child was all but guaranteed.

Despite himself, Tomas couldn't help but think about his friend and her own likely pregnancy. Now that he'd also knocked up her mother, he'd get to see the pair swelling side by side as the months inside the Vault continued, activating a primal gratification deep in his brain. Both were already so beautiful, and he couldn't wait to see their slender, thin frames balloon with his children.

At the very least, he could sleep easy knowing that he'd kept his promise to Angela—and then some.

Regarding Maria's dazed eyes one last time, Tomas finally felt his attention drifting outside their musty room. He'd missed dinner and wondered if there was still time to grab food before too many people cleared out. It wasn't like he couldn't get a meal brought to him whenever he wanted, but he enjoyed eating with his friend and sister. Doubly so on the rare occasion that his mother found time to join them.

Thinking about it, Tomas looked around the room and realized how long he'd been stuck with the older woman. It felt like forever, and he was ready to enjoy more pleasant company. But when he tried looking around for where he'd put his Pip-Boy, it appeared lost in the mess of clothing.

The bed shifted beside him, prompting Maria's awakening, but he couldn't find it in him to care. Any interest she'd held before had disappeared now that their purpose had been fulfilled.

"The vault thanks you for your contribution and sacrifice." The words came automatically after being recited so many times. Tomas couldn't even put any inflection into his tone, projecting as much humanity and empathy as a Protectron. "Please remember that you'll need to allow forty-eight hours before medical staff can confirm conception. In the case that no pregnancy is found, you'll be allotted another two days of rest before your next test."

Tomas continued through the rest of his mandated spiel, listing the benefits the Vault offered prospective mothers. Better living conditions, better food, and priority access to recreational services. As well as a free pass to skip work without any of the punishments the Vault tried to hold over its dweller's heads.

"However, if after the allotted time has passed, and no signs of life can be found, you will be immediately returned to the workforce until another pregnancy has been made viable. The Overseer has already been made aware of your possible condition. So please rest and focus on your health until security personnel arrive to escort you to your appointment. Food will be delivered at each meal time."

Tomas finished, excited to find that his Pip-Boy had fallen near the mattress's edge. He picked it up with a satisfied grin, immediately strapping it to his wrist to add Maria's name to the roster of expecting mothers.

Without his voice to fill the room, the beeps and clicks of his device appeared to shout, alerting the young man to how quiet the room was. Curiosity tickled, the boy turned to regard his latest conquest, only to see that she hadn't heard a word he said. Maria's attention was on her hand, which had picked up a healthy sample of seed from between her legs. The thick wad of cum clung to her fingers like it sat beneath her navel, trailing weeping lines down her palm and wrist with a musky stink.

It would have made for a funny picture if she had been shocked or horrified. But seeing the emotionless void that had swelled behind Maria's eyes as she gazed upon what had been done to her, Tomas found himself slowly remembering why he'd been so nervous of her at the start.

"Er, right," Tomas sighed, the first itch of guilt gnawing at his conscience. "Look, I know you might not be happy about this now, but you'll see that this was for the best eventually." He tried to reason with her. Maria didn't so much as blink, frozen while cum trailed across her wrist.

"If it wasn't now, it would have just been later. I'm pretty sure the Overseer expects me to go through every woman at least once. Besides, even if Angela got you a nicer room, you still would have had to work and eat the same food as everyone else. It might be…uncomfortable for a few months. But in the end, you'll have a new baby to love. Who wouldn't want that, huh?"

Tomas did his best to smile encouragingly, chuckling to lighten the mood. But as Maria's chilly stare slowly turned to meet his eyes, the young man's face fell nervously. Staring intensely into the wide blacks of her eyes, Tomas saw something he'd never encountered before. Savagery. The kind that humanity had thought it had left behind in those caves so long ago, dark caverns not unlike what they'd eventually returned to in these vaults.

Tomas didn't feel it initially. One moment they had both been sitting on the bed staring at one another, and the next, he was on his back with Maria looming above. Both of her long and languid hands wrapped around his throat. She was a tiny woman, but she put every ounce of her weight against his windpipe as she squeezed.

It didn't feel real. So Tomas didn't know how to react at first. He'd never had his life threatened before. But after a few seconds of staring dumbly, the burn in his lungs thrust reality upon him and the danger he faced. Not the danger of injury or pain, but a danger to his life.

Maria was trying to kill him!

And if he needed any more proof beyond her actions, Tomas only had to look into Maria's eyes to see the truth of her intentions.

They lacked the rage and passion comic books and TV had tried to portray in acts of murder. Instead, their grey color were as cool and emotionless as before. And now they were focused on the life in his blue gaze and her intent to see that light fade. By the time Tomas thought to fight back, he could feel weight smothering his limbs and making every motion twice as difficult without air to fuel his racing heart.

That didn't stop Tomas from fighting. As soon as he recognized the threat, survival overwhelmed him, turning him into a flailing storm of limbs. It wasn't heroic. It wasn't even dignified. But worst of all, it wasn't effective and did nothing to loosen Maria's grip from his throat.

If anything, Tomas could feel her squeezing tighter as a slight smile began to pull at her pinched lips. Combined with her empty eyes, it gave the impression of true insanity, killing whatever bravery might have existed in the young man's heart. Eventually, the strength to fight became too great.

Tomas realized his mistake only after the edge of his vision began to close in, consuming Maria's manic expression in a veil of darkness. The Vault might work under new rules, but that didn't mean he understood them.

In a world of the hopeless, everyone had a breaking point. And some were much closer to that line than others.

A/N: You guys have no idea how good it feels to get this chapter out. Before my long break from posting, this had been were I was planning to pause. Unfortunately, life had other plans.

To those of you that are wondering, no, Tomas isn't dead. But you'll have to wait until later to learn what happens with him next. The next few chapters are going to be different from everything up till this point and will focus on other characters and how they are managing in this world. It'll be a nice break from Tomas' sole perspective and let me flush out the world a little. I'm actually excited to tell some side character stories for a while. We will return to Tomas eventually, but don't expect to see him in the next update.

I really hope this was a satisfying conclusion for Maria. She was a fun character to write as and served her role well. Whether or not she can adapt to motherhood is yet to be seen. Maybe I'll have to bring her back in future chapters? Who knows.