Chapter 277: Fuck Dome II—Rainy Day [18+]
[#steampunk #mechagirl #hardcore #peepingtom #inked #quickie]
"JACKPOT!"
"Jackpot?"
Rafel realized he had said this out loud. And now, the woman was standing and looking at him like he was one of two things: retarded. Or fucking high.
"Shit. Er. . .fuck. Sorry, I didn't mean that, ehm, like that," he said with a start, trying to weave around his outburst. His brain was whirling. This was one of those times he'd have to pray and hope he had a friend in one of the Celestials. 'O holy Martyr, I may be a demon. A depraved, lustful one, but hear me out. I beg of you. I have being searching so hard for pussy. Now I have found this cute, hardcore chick, do not let her tramp me for being a weirdo.
'I want to pound this mature pussy. PLEASE HOLY MARTYR!'
Inside his head, he was rolling around in his prayer. One would even think him devout. But hell no. He only wanted to creampie the tattooed broad so bad he was currently raping her with his eyes. The evil yellows fastened themselves on her bodice; a kind of overall but with a long Zipline instead of buttons.
If any angel of Paradise were listening, their only answer to Rafel's prayer would be to punish him more for being such a lewd bastard. Like who the fuck prays to grab some titties.
Rafel's eyes were enlarged and round. In the ring, the cage fight was over; [Red Cosmo] hulk had won, no surprise there. The shaven dude was knocked out, out of existence. The loser resembled more of jelly than actual flesh and bone as he was pulled out of the lowering steel cage.
"Fucking bitch! How dare you lose me money? You shit-bag. They said you were a fast hop! Darn it!" A sticky Critch was trying to break free of the umpire lines, kicking at the corpse. The idiot had bet on the loser.
The ring was already being mopped and prepared for the next fight: a bro with a scorpion's tail and antennas on his head versus a literal [Reaper]. If Rafel had come in earlier, his money would be on the Reaper. These days, hardly any human was full 'human' – they all had machine advancement or were strange halflings, like the scorpion guy whom looked like his mother had had an orgy with insect gangbangers. But even at that, a Grim Reaper was a [Rank A] devil. Long story short, they well earned the fucking precedent.
"COMING UP FROM THE SOUTH CORNER, AT BULK OF A WHOPPING THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO POUNDS! A TRUE HEAVYWEIGHT.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR CHALLENGER: THE BEAST OF ARACHIOS, SCORPUS!!!" Rafel zoned out of the Ring Announcer's baritone at this point. The crowd entered a frenzy again and pushed out from behind. The flood of people brushed into both he and the bodacious gothie. Her front pressed into the steel hexagons of the ring. And Rafel sighed.
"Oh I wish I were fucking metal. Look at that shit squish up her jugs! Fucking metal, dude."
Rafel was in a trance of heaving breasts; he stared at the rung go right in the middle of her bountiful cleavage, sending the generous melons against the chill of iron. Ironic because it was so hot to watch. "Yes! Fondle those tits, cage!" Rafel yelled out in his subconscious. "Stupid fucking iron! How dare you get to massage those huge gazongas when I-I can't?! HUH!"
Rafel was caught between wanting to watch this edgy babe slide up against some metal, and scarlet jealousy at the metal itself for daring to feel up a bitch so hot as she.
SNAP!
"HELLO! Anyone home?"
"Ouh!" Rafel came to.
The girl had snapped her fingers in front of his eyes and was searching across his face. Rafel bloomed in the cheeks like a red fucking rose. 'Can I be any lamer? She's caught me staring. Women don't like to be objectified. I might as well cut my losses now. A hottie like her probably get drowns in guys all over. I'll just leave before embarrassing myself any further.' His head drooped. His shoulders slumped.
He fully intended to make his exit when the girl's velvet voice hit him again, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Where are you going, Ginger? Shy now, are we?"
Rafel did a comical U-turn.
With a voice like that – slurry and a bit hoarse, he bet good coin she sucked dick good.
He stammered. "I t-thought..."
"Thought I found you offensive?" Her lips, touched by black lipstick, spread in a damning smile. Rafel felt it in his balls. The woman went on. "Oh come on, this is a fight dome, in the hub of the grubbiest part of the state. You think this the first time I've been eye-raped before?"
"Uh, I wouldn't call it that." Rafel grunted.
"Oh yeah?" The woman's smile stretched. "What would you call it then: getting a stiff one watching me get hard-pressed between a crowd and a steel cage. I'm pretty sure you imagined just how cream these are under my top." She touched her mighty chest, palming her luscious peaks through her grey overall. She rubbed her hand from the left to the right. So filthily. "Or did you imagine more?"
GOD YES!
Rafel's jaw was to the dirty, boot-scaffed tiles.
'She is such a baddie. I must have some real ones up in Paradise, because meeting this voluptuous chick is nothing short of a miracle. Look at those tats! Damn! She's so metal. I bet she can jack me up and give me a blowjob at the same time.' His eyes flamed. 'Oh hell. I feel like I've grown a third leg down there. How much bigger can my cock get. The torture to my balls. HOLY FUCK!
'It will be so much satisfying when I bang up her curls.'
Rafel was scrambling in his head for a pickup line. A good one, that'll have this hot girl landed on her ass—on his dick.
Up until right now, he didn't need one to bag pussy. But the miraculous, busty woman before him was well out of his league: her looks, and agewise. He fancied her too much to make shit game. His luck came off even greater because just then the great heavyweight Scorpus was beheaded by the Reaper.
Rafel allowed himself a brief moment of pride.
'I did guess that one.'
The ensuing roar from the crowd was alarming. It was the noise that made the babe say:
"Let's take this outside. Despite being a lecher, you are very attractive. And your voice reminds me of howling wolves."
Rafel gave a singular nod. And a really long smile.
He liked that she didn't ask to move outside. She'd ordered it. She was giving him a real [Dominatrix] vibe. As she backed away from the cage, she stared at the flood of bodies. "Fuck. This crowd. How are we gonna get out?" she swore. Rafel grinned as he watched her lips make the hard eff in fuck. She had a really nice mouth. Before his inner perv could completely go off the rails again, he stood tall.
"Allow me?" He offered her his hand.
She took it. And before she could ask just what he was doing, he leaped high into the air.
Whoosh!
His [Black Knight] jump carried them about five meters up above the heads of the throng. He then settled, just hung up there with her for a second, levitating, at eye level with stricken pundits. Of all the events of the morning, the flying redhead was certainly the creme. Rafel looked down at the goth beauty; she was clinging to him, staring down at the rows of heads down below.
He didn't ask if she was alright. Her excited eyes told him he was doing something right.
Someone was getting wet!
FUCK YES!
'Bitches love wild.'
"Are you ready?" He whispered into her neck.
She giggled. "For what."
Rafel smiled his brilliant, lopsided, wicked, panty-dropper.
"Run!" He declared in gusto.
The inked darling was skeptical but took the leap, or rather, step of faith with him. Shadows swirled around his feet, and they were running on air.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Their running feet collided with some invisible gray shield.
The crowd forgot their bloody WrestleMania in the spell of watching the bizzare couple pound across, over their heads, seeming stepping on translucent air molecules. Rafel and the woman were laughing hard by the time they burst outside the dome. He clutched to his stomach and allowed full rumbles to escape him. On solid ground again, the sweet high of being on literal [Cloud Nine] took a while to dissipate.
Rafel stopped laughing first. His bellyaches faded to a grin and he studied the girl. They stood under a blanket canopy on the streets rolling past the dome. It was daylight, but the sun was shrouded. It was a sleepy, rainy morning. Showers corraled the pavement in patters. Cold touched the skin. A fog rose near, swirling, blotting out things 10ft and further away.
The spiral glass of the dome shined on this pretty woman. And as he watched her laugh, bent over; her one Adamantium arm glowing, he almost did not need a blowjob.
Almost.
"That was amazing! My legs are trembling. Wow! I have to tell you, I wasn't expecting such a good—"
Rafel came up behind her. "I'm not a nice guy. I wasn't trying to make friends."
"What?" The girl pulled herself up.
Rafel backed her up against a bricked wall. She felt the cold, smooth stone ice up her skin, through her clothes. "Wha-what are you saying?"
But she'd already read the dark need in his golden eyes. Rafel clutched to her overalls, and—
Rip!
The zipline went down from collar to bottom.
He instantly felt around the small of her back to the ample assets he'd been lusting after all fucking morning. He raised up one of her legs by the wall, growling into her. "What do you know, the fucking zipper came in handy." He kissed her shoulder.
"Ohh," she moaned and hooked her leg around his calf. "I want more."
"Me too." Rafel rasped thickly. His tongue was out and making hot lunch of her exposed flesh. The soporific weather didn't have a chance to make her cold. Not with him licking her up and down. He bent his head, dropping the strap of her blue bra just the inch he needed to latch onto her begging nipple and suckle the red swell hard.
"Mhmm." Rafel made groaning and sucking noises.
She arced back, grasping the wall to find a grip. He sucked harder and she melted into his arms. Both her legs were up around his waist. "Ohh god," she breathed. "Ohh fuck. You suck my boobs so nicely. I don't think you're a nice guy. I-I think," her steel hand wrapped around his crotch, "I think you're a very bad boy."
Rafel abruptly dropped her. "You little [mecha] slut. Turn the fuck around."
He pushed her into the wall, enveloping her with his wolfish body. Her nails scratched at brick and graffiti. "Someone might see us." Rafel looked up and around. In response, she put her hand behind her and dragged down her tights – she didn't wear panties; that's how sinfully sexy she was.
"Not in this fog. Now, pound me, bad boy."
Pah!
Rafel spanked the large butt she wriggling into his crotch. He rubbed the cheek harshly, loving the imprint of his hand.
"Yessss. More." she hissed, her tongue rolling into the back of her head.
Rafel's girthy meat was out when he heard a twig snap behind him. He spotted blue eyes in the mist, a soft pant. He hesitated. "I think we have a peeper in the mist." The inked darling, bent over already against the walls, grabbed to the ends of his tunic and yanked him to her. "Who gives a fuck!" Rafel's cock was so hard and slabbed he entered her wet channel with stifling fever. She closed around him like a motherfucker.
"Fuck," both of them moaned together.
Rafel let go. Experience tales with empire
'Fuck the peeper! That voyeuristic prick ain't giving me blue fucking balls now. Nuh uh.'
The slim-thick baddie put out her face on the cold wall. Her breaths made its own mist. Behind her, Rafel was ramming so hard her whole body shook with his every thrust. She was creamed up to her clit, and the slipping and sliding left her wetter each time he barreled in. Rafel spread open her bubble globes and released a glob of spittle to drop from his lips, right into the cleft of her asshole.
"Oh, you filthy stallion—"
That did it for her.
She came hard, and suddenly, on his cock. He was inside her at the second of her climax and felt her cave swamp him in heat and juice. Her butthole clenched and unclenched before his eyes. Rafel held her down at the waist; he kept pounding away.
PAH! PAH!
PAH! PAH! PAH!
He was on a roll. But entered into his own starburst when his tattooed Mecha girl put up her hand and made him suck one of her silver fingers into his hand. Rafel clutched to her Adamantium arm. It was cool. He held the machine limb as he stiffened, shuddering into her milk-white buttocks, and splat! splat! into her pussy.
The cold of the rainy weather made the orgasm hotter. Rafel was standing on tiptoes when he finally let go of her steel hand.
She managed to pull on her tights before finding a bench to crumple into. Rafel fell in heavily beside her. The fog made it look like they were in their own world. But Rafel knew out there were others, walking around and totally oblivious too. And then the one that had being not so oblivious.
He was too drained to wonder who the peeping-tom was.
"You are my first..." the girl started.
Rafel's brows knitted. "Really?"
"...public sex." She finished.
"Oh." They shared a laugh.
"I have to go." Rafel stood up from the bench. "Are you alright."
"I'm a big girl." She grinned. At the sight of her so used and still so cool, Rafel felt the urge to dick her down again. Her bright eyes slid to the graffiti on the wall of their passion. "Wait? Is that you?"
The rain and mist blanketed the upper portions of the grand mural. Still, those leopardyellow eyes and that rooster top was unmistakable.
Rafel's swift disappearance into the rolling fog was answer enough.
Alone, at the lines of the dome, the [Mecha] girl wrapped her Adamantium left arm around the oak bench and stared out into the great towers of the Upper Levels. "I was just drilled against the wall by the hero of the Rebellion." He might not know her name, but she sure as fuck knew his.