Chapter 2 - 98.6 [❤]

Loren is a smaller man, only having just turned 18 the summer before. He's 5 feet 6 inches tall, and lacks any muscle to show. He has shoulder length curly brown hair and green-gray eyes that well up with tears as soon as conflict arises. Though lacking in muscle he makes up for it with smarts, having been the only person in his class to receive a medical career.

His eyes slowly open, his body enveloped in a deep warm embrace, he cuddles closer against it. He fixes his eyes on the fire burning in the center of the room as he focuses simply on breathing, "Is this it? Did I die?" he whispers to himself, a female voice whispering in reply, "Es-du waeill?" the strange foreign words rest in his head for a second before deep panic washes over him.

He pushes himself off of Chienne's body with his palms and falls backward onto the ground, "Who are you!? Where are we!?"

Chienne flinching as his palms had dug into her stomach and rib, she barks out "Berutoi je gerettet tu!" he shakes his head confused and stands, "Why did you bring-" he sighs and looks down to his feet, though the realization sets in with sudden shock.. "I'm.. naked?" his face instantly becoming a deep shade of red as he shoots his hands downward to cover his genitals.

Chienne laughs at him, pointing at him while saying, "Erschayee de sein nackt!" 

Loren growls out "Clothes! Clothes! Where are my clothes!" gesturing with a single hand as though he were putting a coat on. Chienne gets up to her knees and grabs him around his waist, pulling him against her again.

He tries to push her away but finds she's considerably stronger than him. He whines, "Please let me go!" pushing against her shoulders to no avail. She pulls him down with her and back to how he'd been sleeping on her through the night.

She wraps an arm around under his armpit and around him, pressing him against herself as she tucks her head down over him, tutting him as she gently says, "Werde Chalitze tu." Loren tries pushing her away again but finding he gains no ground in his struggle gives up. He begins to cry into the bosom of the large tribal woman, while she pets the back of his head.

An hour passes and he finds himself cuddled into her warmth, one of his arms loosely around her waist with his ear against her chest. She sings a lullaby to him in her strange language, though he doesn't understand a word of it he feels.. comfort?

When she'd felt he had been sufficiently warmed she let him go and set about preparing a meal, Loren sat up and examined the primitive paintings that covered the walls, depictions of Chienne throwing a spear at a radstag, or large green men walking, of the dilapidated remains of the city she'd found him him. 

Chienne holds a steak out to him on the end of an arrow, he asks, "Do you have.. plates?" gesturing with flat open palms. She places the steak directly into his palms and he gives a disgusted look and nods, "Okay, I guess."

As she sees the look on his face she grumbles, "Pas bonikt?" he shakes his head rapidly and smiles at her, "Very good." as she kneels and stares at him, waiting for him to eat.

Loren felt some discomfort with the intensity of her gaze on him as he gnawed on the undercooked steak, letting out a theatric "Mmmmmm. Delicious." nodding to her while she watched.

She stood and turned away from him to prepare her own food, Loren's gaze resting on her voluptuous butt, as she'd bent slightly forward before kneeling down he'd seen her slit, quickly averting his eyes he'd feel a pressure growing from his groin, placing his hands over it quickly to cover his arousal at the sight of her groin.

When she was finally done eating and cleaning herself up with a dirty rag she turned and walked back to her bedding and laid down again, her legs parted and arms under her head as she gruffly barked out "Komme!" Loren shyly crawls toward her, he lays alongside her. He presses his body up against hers and lays his head on her bicep, catching whiffs of her strong scent, he squeezes his eyes shut tight and tries to keep his mind off of her body.

Chienne looks down to him as she begins sitting up, she places a hand on his chest and pins him on his back, her other hand shoving open his legs and fighting back his hands as they dart down to cover his groin. He kicks and barks out "What do you think you're doing!? Stop!"

She kicks a leg over him and pins him more fully to the ground, grasping his cock in hand. He'd never felt someone else's hand on his cock, at first her hand was somewhat cold though it warmed quickly, the smoothness of her palm almost surprising him as her first stroke draws an immediate moan from his mouth, "Pl-ehnmmm.." she smirks at him deviously and continues working her palm up and down his love-starved shaft. Though it was of average length she felt an immediate hunger for it, the very feeling of it drawing a primal lust out of her.

Her palm worked over it faster and faster, as she sat up and positioned herself to be sitting on his face, the helpless vault-dweller only able to breathe in the thick musk of the tribal's love.

Without so much as a second thought he'd grasped her hips and leaned up, pressing his nose against it and opening his mouth as he drew his tongue along her slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. He felt her body shift downward atop him more fully, her breasts pressed against her stomach as the warmth of her mouth enveloped his virgin cock, her head bobbing rapidly up and down on it.

Loren couldn't contain himself; he suddenly thrust his cock into her mouth with a moan muffled by her pussy, his balls and shaft throbbing as he pumped cum directly into the back of her mouth.

Chienne's eyes widened and the thick spurt of jizz hitting the back of her throat caused her to gag on her lover's rod. She pushes herself up from him and rolls the cum along her tongue, swallowing it.

She wiggles her hips down against Loren's face, in his fuck-drunk state he sticks his tongue out and works it between her love's lips, burying his face against it as he takes deep breaths of her musk. "This must be heaven," he thought.