falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

We have had no fills or requests for him yet, so I'm fixing that. I have no real preference on the consent level, anything from fluff to noncon is fine.

All I ask is that the desk in his office is involved. Something about being bent over tables just turns me on. So if any kind anon would oblige me, I would be forever grateful.

Hhhnnnnnnng this prompt forever.

Seconded for Desk-Sex! Oh hell yeah. Rock those tables.

Office sex, fuck yeah! I third this.

Gaaaaaa, have you been reading my mind? I was just thinking of this yesterday!

Hell yeah. Centurion armor is just so hot. And being bent over a desk too. Aww, hell, why do I want to fill this so much?

This right here. Ohh man, someone need to fill this!

het, f!courier, aurelius of phoenix, sex, desk, office sex cottonwood cove, legion, caesar's legion

“You have a nice collection of NCR tags on your hip,” Canyon Runner said as he gestured towards Vera.

Watching the Legionary for a moment, Vera’s sense of self perseveration overriding the casualness that Canyon Runner seemed to be displaying, the courier shifted in the dirt nervously.

Feeling fairly certain that he was just making a comment, Vera responded, “Yeah. Sometimes they get in my way. I keep them as souvenirs to let everyone know I’m not to be fucked with.”

Canyon Runner lifted his hand to block out the sun, his eyes squinting, making the man look grubby and moist in the desert heat. He waved a couple of fly’s away from his body then stepped back into the shade of a shack.

“You know, Centurion Aurelius of Phoenix is offering a nice price for pairs of dog tags. You could probably buy a big dinner on the strip with the amount you have hanging from your hip,” Canyon Runner said, pointing at Vera’s hip as if she might have forgotten what he was talking about.

Smiling to herself, Vera felt a certain satisfaction at having gained this level of trust with the Legion without having to get her hands too dirty. She’d showed Severus how to defuse landmines, spread the word of what happened in Nipton for the dog headed man, and had helped out with a few small errands on this side of the river. These things all seemed natural to Vera, who was more of a follower than a leader, and the Legion had rewarded her with ample tribute thus far. Originally had come to Cottonwood Cove to go meet Caesar, but her friendly nature had quickly lead her to gab with the men stationed their more permanently.

“Aurelius of Phoenix?” Vera marveled to herself. “Aurelius is a hell of a name. What’s it mean?”

Canyon Runner sucked on his back tooth for a second while he thought, Latin translation not being something he had to do very often. He refused to do it for the slaves he trained, they needed to learn, and emersion was the best way.

“Like gold,” Canyon Runner said after a few long seconds.

“So he’s Caesar’s golden boy eh?” Vera said, teasing her new friend a little.

“Something like that,” Canyon Runner said with a smirk, “but I wouldn’t make that joke with him. He’s very business oriented. He wouldn’t hesitate to put you flat on your ass, mark of Caesar or not.”

“Thanks man, I could use the caps,” Vera said with a wave as she started to walk away from Canyon Runner. The Legionary grinned still shading his eyes against the sun.

“You wanna go to the second floor of that building,” Canyon Runner said as he pointed towards the largest structure in the cove.

Shooting the man a thumb up, Vera picked up her pace and huffed over to the old world building with the stairs running to the top. Vera leaned back and studied the building she was about to enter, noting doors, ways to side down if she had to get out fast. The mark of Caesar would keep her safe from trouble but only to a point. She had already been shot in the head once this year, she wasn’t about to start getting careless, especially in Legion territory.

Taking a nervous breath at the door to Aurelius of Phoenix’s office, Vera pulled confidence around her like a warm blanket, and stepped through the door into the room. The only person inside was a man sitting at an old world desk, wearing full Centurion armor. Vera had helped Silus get away from Camp McCarran, so she was prepared for the amalgamation of various armors that made up the Centurion’s outfit, but what she wasn’t ready for was the scrub brush that passed for a hat.

The long legged woman standing in front of the door to his office, obviously trying not to snicker at his stupid headdress, did nothing but annoy Aurelius, who barked at her, “Who sent you here?”

“Chill out man, Canyon runner sent me here. Said we might be able to do business,” Vera said waving her hands, Aurelius noticing the mark around her neck that signified she was the courier Caesar wanted to meet up with.

The only reason you don’t have a collar around your neck while you beg my forgiveness for laughing at me is because of that medallion around your neck,” Aurelius said as he indicated the necklace with a feather pen.

“I understand,” Vera said with a winning smile, “You worked hard for your position and you should take pride in it.”

“I’d be happier if I didn’t have to do all this paper work,” Aurelius said in an unguarded moment, “Sometimes I feel like I am going to drown in it.”

“It has to be hard for a warrior,” Vera said, sliding into a chair across from him.

“Woman,” Aurelius began, “you should behold me on the battle field. With my men at my command, my armor blood spattered and shining in the sun…Sometimes I feel as if I was blessed by the hand of Mars himself.”

“I imagine it is something to see,” Vera said, genuinely interested. “I’m sure you look rather handsome after battle.”

Aurelius smirked at her for a second, not used to a woman being free enough to say what she thought in such a way. He adjusted himself in his chair, noticing the keen way the woman seemed to be smiling at him. Every so often a woman would wander in from the wastes and want to give themselves over to bondage in order to be taken by one of the fierce Legionaries. For a second Aurelius wondered if this wasn’t a secret wish held deep within a dark place of this woman.

“What brings you here Courier?” Aurelius asked, his voice showing more interest than it normally did.

“Well, first off, please call me Vera,” The courier responded as she stood, her voice holding a certain sultry quality Aurelius hadn’t heard in ages. “Second off, I have these shiny tags on my hip. Canyon Runner seemed to think you might be interested in them.”

Vera swerved her hips in a fairly erotic way, pointing delicately at the metal NCR tags hanging from her hips. Aurelius turned his head to look, his eyes smoky, but his lips pulled tight in a serious scowl. He pushed his chair back slowly, putting his hand on his chin, and taking in the long legged courier as if he was inspecting a trooper looking for something to complain about.

“I have been paying caps for tags,” he said, his dark eyes only more intense as he watched her.

“Maybe I don’t want caps,” The courier said as she smiled at Aurelius, putting her hands behind her back so her small chest would seem more ample.

“Well my dear, I can pay you in Denarius if that’s what you want, but I figured a dissolute such as you would prefer the standard bottle caps.”

“I think I want something more exciting than just money,” Vera said. “I have plenty of caps anyways. What I want is something more exotic, more entertaining.”

Aurelius’s poker face was killing her, Vera was hoping the attractive man with his beautiful brown skin and piercing eyes would show more reaction to her ministrations. Instead he sat back in his chair, stiff like the authority figure he was, and asked, “Well what is it you want then?”

“I want to wear your hat,” Vera teased, “Once minute for every tag. I wouldn’t dare take it for keeps…I just want to see what I look like with it on.”

A white hot rage mixed with the lust Aurelius was feeling for the courier. He was tempted to throw the helmet at her, stunning her, and taking advantage of her confusion to toss her to the floor and have his way with her. This wouldn’t do, however; Aurelius needed to stay cool to this guest of Caesar, and hope that he could get what he wanted without pissing off his leader.

“This helmet symbolizes my prowess in battle,” Aurelius said, “My allowing you to wear it is no small gift.”

“Oh it’s not a gift,” Vera said, shifting her hips so the tags tinkled softly, the sound as agonizing as the gesture. “It’s an earned honor, and of course only you and I have to know. Why I doubt your men would come near this door without announcing themselves, so what can it hurt?”

Deciding this was a definite come on, and having gone some time without enjoying one of his slaves, Aurelius gave in and decided to indulge his desire. “Well, how many tags do you have?”

“Ten,” Vera shot back sweetly, pulling them from her side with a hard yank and offering them towards her.

Aurelius beckoned her to come closer to him, and the courier took slow steps towards the dangerous Legionary, her breath heavy with anticipation. The centurion closed his large hand over her long delicate fingers, and scooped the tags up. He then slowly let the pieces of metal fall to the desk, one by one, letting the sound of one hitting his desk resonate fully before he dropped the others.

“You’re very dexterous,” Vera said, almost cooing.

“These hands are very capable.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Now,” The legionary announced, extending his hand towards the desk, “I feel in order to do this property you should sit on my desk. Make yourself comfortable, sit up straight, and I’ll put the helmet on your head. Your dirty dissolute hands are better kept off of my gear.”

“Dirty hands indeed,” Vera responded as she hopped up on the desk, both of her hands holding onto the edge of it for balance.

Not moving from his chair for some time, Aurelius watched Vera with a hunger in his eyes. He gave her these seconds to change her mind, step down from the desk, run out the door, but to his surprise she sat their securely watching him back. He could tell his gaze was having an effect on her, the courier had to readjust herself on the desk, and the tension between the two filled the air with an electric tinge.

Standing up like a lion approaching his prey, Aurelius walked over until he was standing right in front of the courier. The woman looked up at him for a second, her eyes showing a hint of fear, and that small sign of his power over her drove him mad. He reached up and slowly pulled the helmet from his head, placing the heavy metal thing down on her head. The courier smiled at him then and the sight of her wearing the forbidden item emboldened him.

Wrapping his arms around Vera, Aurelius of Phoenix kissed her hungrily. She pressed her chest forward, meeting his kiss with wiliness absent from any of the lovemaking sessions the commander had ever experienced.

The centurion then leaned Vera backwards slightly and cleared the table of all the items on it. Pressing her back against the cold hard surface of the desk, the courier began to teach Aurelius how to pull his lips apart and tease his lovers tongue with the tip of your own. The woman let out a low guttural moan, confusing the Legionary for a second, but she reinvigorated his confidence by teasing him along the bulge that had appeared under his tunic.

Ripping the shirt form her chest, Aurelius covered Vera’s breasts with nips and long languishing licks. She chuckled a little at the feeling of this tongue, but seemed okay with it. He then helped her pull her pants down, needing no such consideration on his part due to the nature of wearing a tunic, and ended up flipping her so that her slightly narrow ass was facing him.

Placing his large hand on her thin behind, Aurelius slapped the flesh with a loud meaty clap, and then sunk his teeth into her neck. Vera groaned, riding along with him as he pushed both of her hands down on the desk. She was used to more foreplay than this, but something about the animal needs of the uncouth Centurion was getting her motor going.

Releasing one of her hands to push his clothing up around his waist, Aurelius used his fingers to press the head of himself firmly between Vera’s legs. She moaned and moved her thighs apart, without any prompting from him, and the Legionary took her in a swift upward motion.

Struggling at first with the two’s height difference, Aurelius quickly lifted her up so that her knee’s could catch the desk. She arched her hips downwards, giving him a better angle to work with, and moaned unabashedly as he fucked her hard on the table. Unable to resist any longer the woman slid her hand between her legs and began to play with herself, something that amazed Aurelius of Phoenix, who was of course oblivious to the fact women could have their own satisfaction in sex.

Thrusting into him harder now, the woman leaned down and placed her shoulders on the table, using one arm to cushion her head, and the other to continue stroking her engorged clit. It wasn’t long until the thick meat of Aurelius had Vera pulsating around him, sending shocks down his back and up his spine. The woman then bucked back wildly, lowering her hand from her body and riding out his every thrust like she was possessed by a devil. A warm gush against his legs pushed the orgasm starved Legionary over the edge, and he finished, pulling out of her at the last second, spilling his seed across her backside.

Groaning, the courier remained frozen in place for a few seconds, like a strange piece of art on display. Aurelius stumbled backwards to his chair, gasping for air. He watches as she slinked down from the desk, and turned to look at him. Her pants around her ankles, and her body glistening in sweat, the courier was sexier than any slave he’d ever taken. Part of him moaned in regret as she pulled her pants up and looked at him with her sweet eyes.

She was free.

That was the most erotic part about her.

That she had willingly bedded a man of the Legion, with nothing to gain and much to lose, amazed Aurelius. He couldn’t bring himself to speak; a strange state of affairs for a man who was usually unfettered in conversation. Vyrra then walked over to him without reserve, and sat on his lap, kissing his chin gently with her full, soft, lips. He crushed his arms around her and inhaled the scent of the courier.

Quietly the two petted each other in the office chair for several minutes, causing Aurelius to swell again and press against her thigh.

“I don’t think you will be seeing Caesar anytime soon, if I have any say about it,” Aurelius teased.

“He can wait,” The courier said, kissing him.

He lifted her up, carrying her over to his bed and depositing her on it. He watched her for a second, enjoying how her tits heaved with her breath. He then walked across the room to lock the door.
They spent two days in that room, eating whatever was around or could be continently fixed form her pack and fucking like it was something they both just figured out they could do. Occasionally Aurelius would have to bark orders at his men from the door, but was quick to return to his new lover. Vera enjoyed his affection, but through to herself ruefully that the other factions might have to come up with a moutian of caps to compete with the hard bodied Legionary she had just met.

Ohh god, you are amazing A!A. I can't even, it was so hot and perfect, truly better than I could have hoped for. I was having a really shitty day too, this made everything better.

Thank you so much, you wonderful human being!

glad i could brighten your day! :D

That was incredible.

I'm trying to convey how much I enjoyed this fill, but I don't know how to put a series of gasps and squeaks into words.

LOVE THIS!!! So hot!

I love your voice for Aurelius more than I can say.

This is quite good. I always loved Aurelius in a twisted way and the fact his office is his bedroom meant this was just waiting to be written, but you really did it justice. Anon, I salute you!

Yesssssss. That was great.

But I still think we need either a)More fills or b)More promps with Aurelius of Phoenix. Man, centurions are hot!

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

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