Bang, Bang

Author's Notes: none.. my beloved

As the raiders closed in on her, None bit the inside of her cheek. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Sighing, she dropped her pistol and held up her hands as the gang strolled up to her, weapons in hand. A smile graced her lips as they eyed her up, some whistling at her impossible curves.

It was a sadly all too familiar scenario for the former vault dweller. Slowly, she pulled down the zipper to her signature Vault-Tec suit--the only thing that somehow could contain her body--and let her gargantuan tits flop out into the open. A plume of sweat and musk wafted around her as the raiders drank in the sight of her body. Giggling, she shook her chest and let them swing almost hypnotically from side to side. One of the raiders huffed, unable to take it anymore, and grabbed an overflowing handful.

"Jesus," they muttered. "You a real Vaultie? Or just another fake?"

She rolled her one eye. "Is that really what you're interested in? C'mon, let's have fun instead. I can take care of all of you... Then we go our separate ways."

The raiders glanced at each other. A long minute passed before what felt like dozens of hands reaching out and grabbing handfuls of her tits, ass, and even her soft belly. Her bodysuit was peeled off to just above her ankles, giving them ample room to ogle and grope her body. She mewled and moaned prettily as they felt her up. Some eventually whipped out their cocks. They rutted against her overly generous curves or slipped into her all too experienced holes. The occasional pussy was pushed against her lips, which she didn't mind at all. She may not have been as experienced with eating pussy, but she did her best.

By the time she managed to squeeze at least one orgasm from each member of the gang, None let herself collapse onto the dirt in a sweaty heap. Ugh.

Hopefully, Killian wouldn't mind if she stopped by later. She could really use his particular brand of comfort after today.