Chapter 6 - The Fire & The Sea (*)

Chapter Six
The Fire & The Sea

     The warm fire pulsed a faint light within the fourth floor apartment. The boarded windows blocked out the cold breeze and hostile land. There inside, on the sofa, lied Elizabeth. Her face written with admiration, for the only man she loves. Syvelster braced over her gently, his fingers weaving through her wondrous curly brown hair.

     "Thank you," she says softly, "For saving me, for being their."

     He cups over the side of her face, his fingers delicately stroking behind her ear. Her lips persue the nearby thumb as her head turns to meet it.

     "I could never leave you," he responds passionately, "With out you there is nothing for me."

     She suckles his thumb, placing her hand over his. Sylvester leans down and kisses to Elizabeth's neck, just below her jaw. With his other hand he patiently traces his fingers down her chest, his lips following in line. Once reaching the last bare skin uncovered by her blouse, he rises up and withdraws his hand from hers. She arches up her back and he slides the blouse up to her chest. She leans forward and raises her arms as he removes the garment that adorned her. A weathered bra coupled her breasts, he could easily tear it free from her, though instead he unclasps it, which so happened to be in the front. The bra was laid out to either side of her, as if opening a box to unvail its beautiful package. Her breasts rested naturally as they were unbound, Sylvester descended his head to the center of the two and continued to kiss her smooth skin. Elizabeth turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as the sensuality grew over her. Sylvesters hand kneaded her tit then caressed down her stomach, carving a new path. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his back, she could feel some of the scars that were deeper than others. Her hands glided up to the back of his head as his lips carried on down her navel. He stopped at her waistline, his eyes looked up to her face. She looked down to him, feeling nervous from the brief hesitation. She began to think that he had changed his mind, that all of a sudden he did not want to continue. As for Sylvester, his thoughts were different, he wanted to express each step with true tenderness, unlike any she has felt before.

     "Whats wrong?" Elizabeth asks, a frown casted upon her face.

     Sylvester shifted back over her and gazed into the tired eyes, seeing his reflection.

     "I want this to be different, not like you know it." He says.

     "It's you that makes it different." She says back, then tightly hugs around him. Sylvester does the same, and lifts her up into his lap.

     His hands glide down her back and over her waist. He begins to remove her pants, pulling them down from her waist. Elizabeth nudges him on to his back, while her clothing was stripped with ease. She sets her palms on his firm chest, allowing herself time to feel his heart through the strong torso. With subtle pressure her hands rode over his body and to his pants, where she tugged them down. As his pants slid to his thighs, the firm cock once held within bounced up, tapping into her panties.

     It was beautiful, she thought as her eyes laid upon it. The perfect shape, equal proportions, and noticeable heft to his rising dick. She cupped underneath his shaft, admiring how nicely it fit within her palm. His penis was seven inches long, and maintained a constant six inches in girth. Despite her previous nature, she took a different approach to his member. The passion that built inside her was all for Sylvester, not just his cock. She had no urge to rush, instead taking each moment like a precious gift, one she will remember for the rest of her life.

     She held on to his dick, and leaned forward to kiss him. Her hand delicately stroking around his pole. Their tongues tangled together, their breathe exasperating from between the spaced lips. Sylvesters hand grasped Elizabeths soft tits, he played with them tenderly as she played with his dick. With the former, nipples protruded stifly out into his palms, the latter growing fully erect within her hand, his head pressed to her labia through the panties. He could not tell they were already damp, but he did feel the heat exuding from her crotch. The brawny young mans hands closed onto the perky pink nipples and pulled gently.

     "I love you," Elizabeth sneaked the words out amidst their kissing, "I'll always love you. No matter what happens."

     Her words grew concern from him, briefly.

     "Nothing will ever tear us apart, now that we are together." He responded for her assurance.

     Sylvester set his hands on her bosom, caressing her amply padded rear. Her hips swayed with his actions, granting his dick the pleasure of rubbing around her moistened lips. She used his cockhead to slide her panties to the side, allowing their two private parts full contact for the first time. Elizabeth released his piece and returned her hand to his chest. The old her would have already been seated around the precious cock, but now she just held her position, she left him in control.

      There was a momentary pause, where neither two did anything except look into each others eyes. They spoke to each other with out saying a word.

     He said to her: Are you ready? With a look of compassion on the edge of desire.

     She said to him: I'm all yours. Her face glowing by the fires light, lips parted slightly as her eyes angled an innocent longing.

 

     Slowly, Sylvester pressed her butt down. The tip of his cock, rested between her parted plush labia, started to pierce into her smooth center. She did not assist his long endeavor, the patient probing of his dick through her core caused her senses to quickly clime. Her hips, instead appearing counterproductive, would buck up as the pleasure grew. This wasn't sex, it was entirely different. It was love that she could feel all throughout her body as each inch proceeded in, second after second. Her toes curled, her fingers clasped at his chest, a climax was nearing as her mind focused on him. Sylvester stopped her hips halfway, Elizabeths pussy clinched on to him, he felt the quivering snatch begging to not let go. She took the lead this time, descending down his cock as it twitched with glee. Looking down between the two warm bodies, she watched as another inch was fed in, and another, until the two bodies met. Like the perfect key unlocking the gates to heaven her climax peaked to new levels. 

     "Euh," Elizabeth moaned nearly inaudible, followed by a quiet steady panting.

     Sylvester carefully thrust up with his hips, allowing his cock to kiss firmly to her cervix. Elizabeths body shuttered and her arms shaked, as sweat began to glisten over her. She slowly rose up the tool of desire, her pussy dripping and twitching as his organ retreated from within. She stopped at the tip, caught her breathe, and slid back down on top of him. This time nearly collapsing, her arms losing strength as a convulsive orgasm rocked through her.

      "Ahhuh!" The load cry fueled by her pleasure. Sylvester joined in with groany moan too. He let her rise once more, and descend again, this time falling quickly. As their hips pounded together he thrusted up within, proding at the entrance to her womb. This time he knew she'd out done herself, leaving her completely exhausted and in unresponsive ecstasy. She laid upon his chest supported by only one elbow, panting more and more as her hips bucked around his cock. Gently Sylvester carried and laid her on her back.

     "Should we stop," he ask kindly, "do you need to rest."

     She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Opened her eyes to see him and said, "No, keep loving me.". He then kissed her tenderly on the lips and started a slow rhythm with his hips. His dick barely sliding out, and barely sliding in. Allowing her time to recuperate, not hastening the action.

     Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, while at the same time Sylvester increased his draw and pace. It was heating up for the two, their perspiration mix to create sweaty concoction of arousal. The pace increased, moans escaped with each thrust from his engorged cock. Finally he was hitting her deep inside, a wet smacking as his balls slapped her butt cheeks. It got hotter, they were both nearing their final climax. Hotter and hotter. Sylvester began to pant for air through his movements, grunting with each pounding he layed in. Elizabeth arched her back, the head of his royal sceptor hitting her G-spot with each pass. His dick was faster, as it beat into her pussy before reaching his limits. The fire grew, they both could see an orange aura emitting from them, glistening the sweat on their body.

     "This is it," Sylvester grunted, "I love you Elizabeth."

     "I love you too," she gasped back, "Cum, Cum with me!"

     He slowed down to a steady, forceful jab with his dick. Elizabeth moaned intensely after each explosive impact. On his last thrust, his tip planted firmly to her cervix, his seed injected right to her womb. Elizabeth cried out in pure bliss as she felt his hot cream flow enter.

     "AHHHUGHKYU!!!" In the midst of her passionate soundings, she coughed as smoke covered her face.

     The two were unaware of a stray ember that fluttered away from the fire and ignited some debris nearby. Sylvester jumped from the sofa and on to his feet, grabbing everything they had. Elizabeth lied on the sofa still coughing, fanning the air in front of her face.

     "We need to get out of here!" Sylvester shouted quickly, the fire had covered an entire corner of the room. He scoops up Elizabeth and carries her to the door.
     "Can you stand?" He urges, rather than asks, she nods her head yes, still struggling for air, "Hurry, we need to leave now before somebody sees the fire."


     They ran down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the streets. They both turned and looked up to the fourth floor apartment. Flames shot out from the boarded windows. The entire block they stood on was illuminated as the raging inferno consumed the buildings interior.

     POP!POP!

     The couple quickly turned around to the echoing sounds of gunshots, coming from The Seahawks Encampment.

     "They'll be coming this way for sure," Sylvester exclaimed, "lets go, we need to mo..."

     He turned to look down the street and saw two Super Mutants charging around the corner.

     "RUN!" He shouted as he turned back around to Elizabeth. She saw the two monsters heading their way and shrieked. She dashed for a second and then a loud shot of a gun was heard behind her. She looked back and saw Sylvester cupping his side, hurled over stumbling to run.

     "NOOO!" She cried, "SYLVESTER!"

     "KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP!" He shouted back.

     She instead ran back to his side and grabbed him.

     "I can't leave you!" She sobbed, tears welled up in her eyes.

     Sylvester reached into the bag and pulled out the Derringer Pistol, handing it to Elizabeth. He weilded the cleaver and turned to face his foes. The two Super Mutants were right upon them, before Sylvester could raise his arm to attack he was smacked in the gut by the charging Mutants rifle, then struck Elizabeth across the face with the back of his hand. She fell on to her back, screaming in pain and fear. One Super Mutant grabbed Elizabeth by the hair and hoisted her off the ground, disarming her.

     "AHHHH!!!" Her screams intensified.

     He then grabbed Sylvester by the head with his other hand and held the two on either side of his mountainous body. The two lovers were both naked, beaten, and in shock.

     "Mmm," The other Mutant sounded out, "Tasty treat we found."

     "Taste good over fire." The mutant holding them cued in.

     "I want his blood to drink," The first one said to Sylvester, "take 'em back now before this one dies."

     "Woman have no meat," the other replied, "she a snack, lets eat her now."

     They're unintelligible banter led Elizabeth to tears as she feared for their lives. She looked at Sylvester and saw a sickly look on his face, struck with pain, he did not speak.

     "No," The first one stated, "We make her pet first, then have dessert."

     They both laughed together as they dragged the once free souls down the street. A few men were heard running a block away.

     "Stupid human roaches." the obvious leader stated

     They exited the street and into an alleyway.

     "AGH! Human worms," the angry words coming from the beaten lovers captor, "When do we kill them all?"

     "Not till Donk say, we need plan." The leading Mutant explained simply.

     Immediately Elizabeth thought of her own plan.

     "I can help you!" She cried out to them.

     "What?!" the mutant holding her by the hair exclaimed, lifting her to eye level.

     "AHHH!" She screamed as her scalp was pulled taught.

     "Quiet woman or I kill you now!" the mutant sternly voiced.

     "Put me down or I'll scream louder!" she made her point clear.

     "AAHGK!" He shouted back as he set her down.

     "How dessert woman help?" The leader asked.

     "I know how you can get inside." Her words hardly convincing them.

     "How, pet dessert?" her holder inquired.

     "If I tell you, you must let us go." she pleaded with very little confidence.

     "We not dumb, we know dirty human lie." the leader stated.

     "I'm not lying, we escaped. Theres a secret path." she begged for them to believe her.

     "Err... We go back to camp now." The leader replied.

     "Let him go and I'll tell you everything, Please."  She asked bravely, while Sylvester looked at her uncomfortably. 

     "No Elizabeth." Sylvester faintly speaking as he coughed.

     "Agh, why humans so hard, he have all the meat." The mutant holding them chimed.

     "Let dying man go, no blood for me." As the mutant leading ordered, Sylvester was released. "We take woman back, talk to Donk. If she liar, we eat her."

     Sylvester layed in the dark alley, watching as His lover was carried away. His clothes were left with him, but nothing else. He immediately tore some fabric from his shirt and stuffed it in his wound to stop his bleeding. After dressing into his pants and shoes, he slowly stumbled in the mutants direction, tailing far behind.

 

     The brutal mutants entered an abandoned port dock. Stacked around were hundreds of shipping containers, some piled high in a semi-circular wall at the waters edge. The leading mutant beat on the door of a rusty, steel container.

     "Who is it!" a mutants voice shouted from inside.

     "It's Me," he responded, "Agh!"

     The door opened up and the three of them walked inside.

     "Me take human girl to Donk." the mutant holding Elizabeth by the hair said. He handed her over to the leading mutant. Elizabeth was perplexed, was his name Me.

     She was led through their small camp to a tug boat moored to the dock. She noticed as they walked through several small row boats close by, though she didn't think to much about. Instead she was worried, the half-dozen mutants she saw were staring at her. Why must I be naked, she thought, her embarrassment seen as she tried to cover her body with her arms.

      "Human food! Yah!" One of the mutants shouted.

      "Stupid human baby!" Another joined in.

      They stepped on to the tug, it listed to the side from the super mutants additional weight. He openend the comparably smaller door and pushed Elizabeth inside.

     "Donk hear pet human, Human stay here." he said just before closing the door. The tug could be felt rocking back to a stable position as the mutant disembarked.

     Inside the tug's cabin were a bunch of prewar trinkets, some set neatly on the walls, some piled in the corners. A few dolls and toys were apparently stacked around one large stuffed teddy bear, certainly not the sight you'd expect from a brutal Super Mutant. She gazed over all the interesting items curiously, things she had never even seen before. Suddenly a thud was heard down below and the boat rocked side to side as a presence moved up the stairs to the main cabin.

     Elizabeth saw the mutant's face as he peeked out the stairwell. He wore a black watchcap on his head and an eye patch, there was an obviously fake beard strapped across his face. Elizabeth chuckled at his odd appearance.

     "You laugh at Donk, Girl?" He asked sternly.

     "Sorry." She responded bashfully, shying up and looking down.

     He stepped up to the interior space revealing his attire, a black and white striped t-shirt stretched over his upper body, and a flannel kilt around his waist. Elizabeth struggled to not laugh at his foolish fashion. She did notice though that Donk wasnt as large as normal Super mutants, he stood easily in the cabin at six and a half feet, and his physique was much less muscular compared to the average mutant. Though he was still much larger than any man.

     As Donk walked towards the naked woman, Elizabeth stepped backwards, falling back into the teddy bears lap. She nervously covered her body as the humor had left the room.

     "You look like doll for my collection," Donk said, "You be my doll?"

     Elizabeth shook her head as she took the mutants hand. He hoisted her on to her feet in front of him.

     "You be my mate then." He said with a smile. She looked up at him, immediately getting the impression he wanted to have sex.

     "I need mate to sail the seas," Donk waved his hand over her, acting like a true captain, "Find lost treasures, but boat need work. I want to go to the light out at sea, thats where the treasure be." He looked out the porthole and pointed to a faintly glimmering light on the horizon. He then turned back to look at Elizabeth. She sensed that Donk was not like the others, he seemed more intelligent and entertaining, not brutal and deadly.

      "You don't want to eat me?" Elizabeth finally speaking up.

      "If you steal my treasures," his response was made clear by a fisted gesture, "But Captain Donk like fish from sea."

      Elizabeth was relieved by his answer, she felt more comfortable in his presence.

      "What about the Seahawks?" She asked.

      "Dahh, those rats steal my treasures," He became furious as he spoke, "they all must die."

      "I can help you, I know a way in." Elizabeth slyly said.

      "Really? You tell Donk how we can smash those stupid humans."

      "Only if you set me free." She bargained.

      "No, you make good mate," he was not suaded by her offer, "Unlike dumb giants out there."

      "Okay, okay, I'll be your mate," she began to haggle a better deal, "But my friend needs help and I can't leave him."

      "What friend? Where?" Donk looked around the room, "Did he steal from Donk?"

     "No, he was shot by a mutant, if he dies then I wont be your mate." She bodly drawed the line.

     "Fine, you show Donk secret, and ugly human get help." He pulls  a first aid kit from off a shelf, "But first, Mate must earn it."

     "What! Thats not our deal." Elizabeth ferociously rebuked.

     "I'm Captain Donk, and Captain Donk order Mate to dance."

     The Captain walked to the other side of the room and cranked at an old phonograph, a jazzy big brass band began to play from the antique. 

     Elizabeth remained still, covering her breasts with one arm and crotch with another. This was ridiculous, she thought, and furthermore embarrassing. Donk walked back in front of her and grabbed her hand from across her chest. She did not resist, for he, after all, is kind enough to help her. Donk commenced to dance there on the cabin floor, he placed his other hand on Elizabeths hip and forced her to sway with the music. She let go from her inhibition, and let him dance with her. While dancing about, Donks fingers caressed the side of her body. Elizabeth was conscience of his actions, but ignored her feelings of disgust.

     "Mate dance well." Donk stated, he then lifted her arm and twirled her around like a ballerina. Once she faced him again he pulled her in close. Their bodies were brushing by each other as there hips rocked side to side. Elizabeth was at her most nervous state, of all the things she had experienced in her life, dancing with a super mutant seemed the most fartfetched. Even more bothersome for her was the super mutants cock that swayed beneath his kilt, bumping into her periodically. It was massive, she could tell just by the inertia it carried on impact. Making it worse was Donks large hand that rubbed up her back. Shivers ran up her spine, she could not get the thought of the monstrous cock from out of her mind, her foundation was cracking. 

     The Captain's hand landed on her shoulder and weighed heavily there as he pushed down, forcing Elizabeth on to her knees.