Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Dreams ❯ Giving In To Weakness ( Chapter 5 )

Dirty Dreams

By Bekka Mouri

(Trigun isn't mine. Things get hotter in this chapter because something really does happen so I'd say this is an NC-17 rated chapter and it is a long one too. If you don't know this already, this is set in an Alternate Universe, just like 'High Speed Romance' and 'An Alternate Ending' {Shameless Plug ™}. If you want to see what is different and what is the same, go to: http://www.geocities.com/bekka_mouri/what.html)

Part Five: Giving In To Weakness

The day had started out innocently enough. He had finished digging through the last of what was Augusta, a task that took almost three months because he was being so thorough and worked until he dropped as he tried to find Vash or some evidence of the gunman. Now he was backtracking, following the path Vash had traveled before he met up with him in the desert. He planned on finding out as much as he could from the people Vash had dealt with before then and hoped that would give him some kind of clue of where to look.

It had been assumed that Vash had died in the blast that took Augusta but Vash had survived July and Wolfwood didn't find his body in the rubble. He found a couple of bodies in the wreckage though. One of the corpses belonged to Monev The Gale, a giant man Wolfwood had only seen once in a picture. The other was the corpse of a woman, his one-time lover Dominique The Cyclops.

He could handle anything but the shape she was in when he uncovered her made him sick. Her Demon's Eye had been sewn shut with uneven stitches and her body was bruised. He tried not to think of how she had been punished for obviously failing to capture Vash and tried even harder not to think of what would happen to anyone else who failed or got in the way of The Gung-Ho Guns. ~At least it seems they don't know about the girls, ~ He thought.

He was now in the Orleans area, a place notorious for bad sandstorms but he had lucked out and there weren't any that day. He was on his way to Warrens City to look for a man Vash had mentioned in passing. Wolfwood stared down into his untouched whiskey, wracking his brain for the man's name. He hadn't been as drunk as Vash when the infamous outlaw related the story of how he and the man saved Warrens City with one finger each.

Vash told him that the man was the town's gunsmith… or at least was until his wife and kid were killed in a bank robbery. After that, the man put down guns and picked up the bottle, drinking all day every day until he met Vash. The story had gotten rather incoherent after that because Vash was losing the drinking contest and passed out just as it became totally garbled.

He reached into his jacket, his hand resting on the butt of the heavy silver gun that was jammed into the waistband of his pants. It was the only thing left of Vash besides a few tatters of red lightweight leather just thick enough to protect him from rocks that could have ripped his bodysuit. Those tatters were in his breast pocket along with his cigarettes. He didn't know why he had wanted to hang on the filthy scraps but something wouldn't let him leave them behind.

He would have to go though December to get back to the orphanage so maybe he could find the girls. He wanted to see them again because he missed them and he found that odd. He hadn't really got to know them all that well, especially Meryl and he was missing them like they had been the closest of friends. He missed Milly for a much different reason than he missed Meryl but the fact of the matter was that he missed them both.

He missed Vash too but it was something that couldn't be explained. There hadn't been words created to describe the feeling. He had often heard of people having at least one friend who was somehow closer than the rest and saw that it did happen… that's the way Meryl and Milly were. They were like sisters and Vash felt strangely like a brother to him. He had never felt anything like it in his life and he wanted more of the feeling.

He had recognized the smile Vash wore after he had given the meal blocks to the little girls because it was the same smile he often used to hide the pain that raged inside of him. He tried so hard to hide everything so no one saw the hurt but when he saw the same lie on Vash's face, he couldn't help but comment. Perhaps pain wasn't a good thing to build a friendship on but Wolfwood could also see something inside of Vash. He could see a pureness of heart and soul he had no hope of achieving.

He chuckled as he remembered how he had out drank Vash in May City. It was the ultimate bullshit story… a priest out-drinking an outlaw. For all intents and purposes, it was supposed to be the other way around. He reached into his breast pocket to get a cigarette when a woman's scream derailed his train of thought and he looked to see where the scream had come from.

A very tall red headed man stood in the doorway of the hotel bar, a gun in each hand and he smiled at the terrified people that stared back at him. " Listen up, y'all. If you don't want to get hurt, give me all your valuables. "

Two men on opposite sides of the room rose to their feet and pulled guns from hip holsters but the gunman at the door was much quicker. After what sounded like a single shot, the two men that had tried to step in crumpled to the floor. The redhead smirked, " Anyone else want to play quick draw? "

Wolfwood already had his hand wrapped around the butt of the gun he kept in his shoulder holster, knowing no one would suspect him to be armed. He heard another woman scream and he saw that the redhead decided to take a hostage to speed things up. His fingers tightened when the redhead pushed one of the guns against the young lady's throat. " I haven't got all day, people! Give me everything you have or this pretty little thing with have a new place to breathe from. "

Wolfwood wanted to stay out of it, deciding he would only get involved if he had to. He could hear people emptying their wallets and purses as well as jewelry clattering to the tables. Perhaps the man would think he was passed out if he stayed still but he wasn't that lucky... the man could see him in the mirror behind the bar. " Hey, preacher man! I don't see you doing your part to save this girl! "

" I haven't got anything, " Wolfwood replied, not moving. " Don't you know priests are poor? "

" Really? Let me see if you're just saying that, " The redhead said. Wolfwood watched as he dropped the other gun on the floor and slipped the emptied hand down the young lady's chest. He felt her through her dress but she wasn't fighting back… she was too scared to even breathe.

" Look! I really don't have anything! " Wolfwood glared into the mirror. He ground his jaw as the redhead's hand went lower until it was between the lady's legs. She choked on a sob and pleaded for help with her eyes.

Wolfwood took a good look in the mirror and realized the young lady was really just a child still. She looked to be about sixteen at the oldest and that was pushing it. He could see the bartender from the corner of his eye, noticing he looked a lot like the girl and decided they were related somehow. It was possible that the bartender was her father because he looked so much like her.

" Then maybe I'll just take her with me and do whatever I want to her since you are being so uncooperative, " The redhead moved the hand between the girl's legs and she let out a gasp. The bartender took a step forward but the gunman aimed at him. " I don't think so, pops. "

" Please stop, " She whispered, her voice shaking so much that her words were almost inaudible. She looked at the bartender, " Daddy… "

He brought his hand up and slapped her as he growled, " Be quiet! "

" That's enough! " Wolfwood shot to his feet and turned, pulling the gun from his jacket. In what seemed like an instant, he had shot the gun at the girl's throat out of the redhead's hand and put two bullets into his shoulder. He couldn't shoot him anywhere but the shoulder because the girl was in the way.

The redhead threw the girl to the floor and pulled out another gun, one that was much smaller than the other two. His hand shook a little as he aimed the gun. " A gun-toting priest… I'll be damned. "

" Yes you will, " Wolfwood growled and shot the redhead in the chest. If there was one thing he could not stand it was a man who mistreated women. It took a real wimp to hurt a woman, child or animal and Wolfwood couldn't stand to see it happen.

The redhead swayed for a moment and tumbled to the floor…

**

Wolfwood stared at the ceiling of his room, surprised at how things had turned out. The redhead had turned out to be a small time outlaw named Maximillion McGee and was wanted for several minor offenses. The offenses added up though and he had quite a reward on his head. Wolfwood had the bulk of the money wired to the bank at Clara Santa, the town that was halfway in between December and the orphanage.

He kept just enough for himself to cover travel expenses but he tried not to have too much money on hand. Helping others out had gotten him quite a few free meals and comfortable places to sleep. When the people he helped had little cash, it was one of the ways they would repay him but women would go as far as offering themselves to him when they had nothing else to give.

He didn't mind because he had needs but he refused to sleep with any woman who was married, even if their husbands had taken off. There was always the slim chance the husband would come back but the infidelity would ruin any chances for a resolution. As far as Wolfwood was concerned, the forty-five seconds of ecstasy wasn't worth the pain it would cause later if the lapse in judgment were discovered.

Neil's mother had tried to get him to sleep with her as thanks but he refused flat out then she begged him to take the child to the orphanage because she wouldn't be able to care for him if her husband didn't return and he told her he would think about it. When he did not take her 'thanks' for saving her, she had given him alcohol instead and it was that bottle that made the big girl drunk enough to strip.

He groaned, his body reacting at the thought of the dream he had after that incident. It had been fantastic until the sounds of Vash's retching had brought him out of his sleep. He couldn't believe that he would imagine such a thing about the innocent young woman but he had. He could still see her curves in his mind, soft and voluptuous.

He brought his hands up to his eyes and pressed the heels of them into his eyes, ~Damn it, Nicholas! What are you thinking? She isn't a whore… she's going to make someone a very good wife someday. ~

He let up on his eyes a little because he was starting to see flashes on the insides of his eyelids. He wanted to think of something else but his mind would not budge from Milly. He recalled how they had walked through the caravan, pretending to be husband and very pregnant wife when they were hiding the dancing girl. It had irked him that she had talked him into such an absurd plan but what had irked him even more was when he realized she was so much stronger than he was after she took off with the teens through the Demislad sprays.

Before the dancing girl had come along, he was thinking about taking a nice long stroll with Milly around the caravan and maybe charming her a little more. She obviously liked him and he wanted to get to know a little more about her. He didn't know how long the caravan would be stuck so having someone to talk to would have been nice. He even entertained the thought of getting her away from Meryl to get her drunk again and see just how far she would without anyone to stop her.

He hated being so weak when it came to women. He was a fool for a pretty face, a weakness he discovered early when he bedded his first woman when he was seventeen. He had rescued the young woman from some ruffians and she offered her body to him as payment because she didn't have much money. When he returned to the house he shared with Chapel, the man that had cared for him for ten years, he was told such things did happen and he would have to be responsible in such situations.

Chapel also explained that a man had needs that would have to be satisfied and that it was perfectly natural but Wolfwood would have to be careful about how he did it. When Wolfwood asked what he had meant, Chapel said he would find out soon enough. Wolfwood set out on his own not long afterwards, finding out quite a bit as he traveled to earn money for the orphanage that he had grown up in. He found that women who would offer themselves were few and far between but the ones that did were quite satisfying.

A knock at the door startled him and he uncovered his eyes. " Who's there? "

" I'm Cathy's sister, " The person called back. " You know, the girl you saved today? "

Wolfwood recalled the girl had been named Cathy. Her father was the owner of the hotel and the bartender, just like Wolfwood had suspected he was. It was his gratefulness that had gotten Wolfwood the room he was in now as well as a promise of anything he needed until he left. He sat up, " Yeah… I remember. "

" I was wondering if there was anything you needed before I go to bed, " She said as she opened the door. If she had made any indication she was coming in he would have at least put his shirt back on.

Wolfwood was a little surprised but realized she probably had keys to every room in the place. She looked older than Cathy and Wolfwood guessed she was about twenty-one. After he found out Cathy was only fourteen, he was tempted to unload a few more shots into the bastard's carcass but didn't feel like wasting the bullets. He looked at her as he stood up, " I forgot your name… "

" It's Monique, " She said as she came into the room and shut the door. She wore a satiny black nightgown that barely came down to her thighs and had laces up the sides. It revealed enough to let Wolfwood know the young woman had on a black bra and a pair of black panties.

" Thank you Monique but I think I'm set for tonight, " Wolfwood tried to look anywhere but at the girl as she came closer. She only came up to his shoulders because she was of a petite build. She had pale silky looking skin, glimmering emerald eyes and full lips. She was very pretty and he wondered what she had in mind.

She blinked her eyes, fluttering her thick lashes at him. " Are you sure? " She purred. " My daddy said to make sure you to give you anything you wanted. "

" I'm fine… your father's done enough to thank me already, " Wolfwood stopped cold when Monique brazenly placed her right hand on his crotch, stroking him like she knew what she was doing. He was genuinely shocked at her actions because he was quite certain her father hadn't meant for her to go quite this far.

She stroked a little more, " But I haven't done anything and it would be such a shame if I don't thank you for saving my baby sister. She's not right in the head and there was no telling what that horrible man would have done if he took her. "

Wolfwood clenched his jaw, trying to think of something else. He wondered what Monique meant about Cathy not being right in the head. " What do you mean? Is she crazy or something? "

Monique sighed, " No. Momma was in labor for a long time and it messed her up. Daddy says she's got the mentality of a five year old. "

Wolfwood felt like he was going to be sick. It was bad enough that McGee had threatened a fourteen year-old girl with rape but her mentality made it even more despicable. He wished he had shot the jackass a few more times and wondered if he could do it before the Feds took McGee's corpse out of town in the morning. He started to wonder where the body was when Monique unzipped his fly and slipped her hand into his pants and brought him back to reality.

He looked down at her and she was grinning shamelessly, her eyes full of fire as she felt his length with nimble fingers after pulling it free of his pants. He stayed quiet, trying to fight the sensations she was causing and he was certain he would not be able to form coherent words even if he did try to speak. She licked her lips and started run her left hand over his bare chest. He let out an involuntary gasp when she leaned a little closer and flicked her tongue across his nipples.

He shut his eyes, trying to think in a straight line. His mind wanted her to stop while his body told it to shut the hell up. He tried to remember the last time a woman had touched him and he couldn't get it to come to mind. He knew that it was long before Neil's mom had tried to get him into bed but that was all he could recall.

" Do you still need time to think, Mr. Priest? " She purred, her fingers moving further down his length until she was caressing his balls.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, " You do know what you're doing to me and the only way this could end, right? "

Monique smiled devilishly and stood on her tiptoes. " With you buried inside of me I hope, " She whispered against his lips before she took them in a searing kiss. She broke for air, " With you thrusting into me, pushing us both towards heaven… "

Wolfwood was speechless for a long moment. Monique was very brazen but at least she knew what she wanted. He tried to think if he had any kind of protection handy and realized he didn't. He hadn't been anywhere to get some in a while but he hadn't needed it.

" Is there a problem? " Monique asked, the fingers of her left hand stroking his jaw.

Wolfwood was surprised he could nod his head, " Yes. "

Monique reached into the neckline of her gown and fished out a foil packet from her bra. She held it up with two fingers and smiled. " Any other problems you can think of? "

" You're not married or going steady with anyone? " Wolfwood asked.

" No. I'm single and I'm free. Any other problems you can think of? " Monique smirked.

Wolfwood shook his head, " No. "

Monique took a step back and Wolfwood let go of her wrist. She set the packet down on the bedside table before looking at him again. " I can think of one. "

" What's that? " Wolfwood asked.

" You haven't touched me at all, " Monique took his right hand in both of her small hands, stroking it. " Remember, I'm yours tonight. Do whatever you want to me. "

Wolfwood stepped back and reached for the straps of the nightgown, hooking a finger in each one and pulling the garment down to expose the young woman's bra. She pulled at the gown, making it slide down the rest of her body. She stepped out of the garment once it had pooled around her feet in floor. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, caressing his thighs as she moved back to his waist.

She stretched up to kiss him again as his hands went to the back of her bra. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and seized his hungrily as his fingers released each hook. He returned her intensity as the bra became loose and he brought his hands around to her front so he could touch her breasts. For a small person, she was very well endowed and she probably used that asset as often as she could.

She pulled away to gasp for air as he massaged her nipples, tiny moans escaping her throat as he gently rolled and pulled at them. Wolfwood leaned forward and started to kiss her neck but it was a little painful for his neck because she was so petite. " We're going to have to take this to the bed… " He whispered in her ear.

Monique stepped back, letting Wolfwood's hands fall from her as she slid her bra the rest of the way off. She pitched it aside then pulled off her panties, throwing them aside as well. She walked to the bed and waited as he stepped out of his pants, kicking them away. " I want to be on top, " She looked at him over her shoulder.

Wolfwood got behind her and slid his hands down her body slowly; " I might hurt you if we do it like that. "

" I can take it, " Monique leaned back against him. " I want the most I can get from you tonight. "

Wolfwood moved one of his hands lower until it was between her thighs, causing her to gasp when he ran a finger along her opening before teasing her clit. He cupped one of her breasts with the other hand as he slipped a finger into her, stroking her. " If you think so, " He said huskily as she became dripping wet from his touch. He let her go slowly before laying down on the bed, waiting to see what she would do.

Monique looked him over at a deliberately slow pace; licking her lips as she reached for the packet she had placed on the nightstand. She opened it and extracted its contents before climbing on the bed, straddling her legs around Wolfwood's. He clenched his jaw as she put the condom on and teased him at the same time. Once she had it on, she kissed his stomach and chest as she moved forward to position herself over him.

He took a deep breath and his hands went to her hips as she grasped his length with one hand so she could guide herself onto it. She bit her lip as he entered her, obviously being more than filled by him as the tight sheath of her womanhood enveloped him. When she had taken all she could, she stopped to pant for air. Wolfwood let out the breath he had been holding before brushing a lock of hair away from her face, " Are you okay? "

Monique nodded as she started to move her hips; " I wanted to feel you for a moment. You feel so good. "

" You feel amazing, " Wolfwood said as he put his hands on her thighs and caressed them as she moved. She leaned forward and kissed him, her breasts moving against his chest with each deliberately paced thrust of her hips. He lost himself in the sensations as she moved; she really knew what she was doing and it was making him feel wonderful.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge but she was still moving slow. He moved his hands to her hips, holding her in place as he rolled his hips against her hard. She gasped, her hands going to his shoulders and she gripped them tightly. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, knowing she would probably hit her release just as he hit his for he could feel it building to explosion in his stomach.

" Oh yes! " Monique cried. " Yes! Here it comes! "

Wolfwood groaned as her channel clamped around him causing him to explode deep within her. He shut his eyes as he let the waves of ecstasy fill him. For a moment, his mind let him believe Monique was someone else… someone of a much larger build with honey brown hair and blue eyes. He held his tongue because he almost said her name but rasped out, " Oh honey… " instead.

Monique collapsed onto him. Gasping for breath as she kissed his chest, " That was really good. "

" You weren't too bad yourself, " Wolfwood whispered as his hand slipped down to her thighs.

She looked up to his face and started to kiss him languidly. He returned the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip as he took his time to taste her. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and they stopped. " Oh shit, " Monique muttered. Wolfwood started to ask what was wrong but Monique put a hand over his mouth and told him to be quiet.

" Honey? Cathy said you came up here to check on the priest, " It was Monique's father and he was opening the door. Wolfwood could hear the key in the lock and he knew he would be in trouble. The door swung open, " When you didn't come back… " Beck continued but stopped when he saw why Monique had not returned.

" Daddy… " Monique said.

Beck's face turned three shades of red, " What the hell is going on in here? You saved my youngest daughter now your screwing her sister? "

Wolfwood didn't know how to respond. He had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar… in a manner of speaking. He wanted to defend himself but his voice wouldn't work nor would his brain. Beck wouldn't believe him if he said Monique had initiated the encounter and he didn't want to get the girl in any more trouble than she would probably be in even though she was an adult.

" Monique! Get off of him this instant and get some clothes on! " Beck shouted then looked at Wolfwood. " As for you… I want you out of here in ten minutes or I'm throwing you out of that window! "

" Yes sir, " Wolfwood said as Monique got off of him. She gathered up her discarded clothes and started to get dressed. She kicked Wolfwood's pants at him and picked them up.

" I'll give you a little privacy but I expect to see you on the stairs in ten minutes, Mr. Priest, " Beck said the last word sarcastically.

Wolfwood nodded as he sat up, " I understand, sir. "

Beck hustled Monique out the door once she was decent, slamming it behind him. He wasted no time in screaming at Monique. " What the hell do you think you were doing, young lady? I swear, you just turned seventeen and you think you own the world! "

Wolfwood had just thrown the condom away when he heard Monique's true age. He wondered what else she had lied about as he started to get dressed…

**

Wolfwood shut his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Once he had gotten dressed and his things together, he left the town he was in as fast as he could. Beck was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs with a shotgun and Wolfwood was quite sure Beck would start taking shots at him if he lingered too long. He would have booted Monique's ass out into the hall if he had known she wasn't even eighteen.

Now, he was sleeping in a cave and was cold. If things got any worse, he was going to scream. He opened his eyes just a little as he heard footsteps crunching the sand and they were getting closer. ~Lovely… just fucking lovely, ~ He thought, reaching for his gun that was an arm length away.

" Meryl? Are you in here? " Milly's voice made him freeze as his hand wrapped around the butt of the gun.

~What the hell is she doing out here? ~ He wondered as he sat up. " Hey! "

Milly was silent for a moment then called back. " Mr. Priest? Is that you? "

" Yeah. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night, big girl? "

He could hear Milly coming closer and saw the light from her flashlight. " Meryl and I were on an assignment but our car broke down so we decided to camp out. I had to go… well, you know and I can't find the cave we were in. "

" Girl, " Wolfwood shook his head. " That's not safe. You never know what could be roaming around at night. "

" I know, " Milly came closer to Wolfwood. " That's why we didn't want to walk into town. "

Wolfwood sighed, " That does make sense. "

" What are you doing out here? " Milly was standing next to him now.

" I'm on my way back to the orphanage, " Wolfwood looked up and got a good eyeful because he could see right up her pajama top. She had on a lacy white bra and he was certain she had on panties to match.

" Oh. Did you hear about what happened? " She asked as she sat down next to him.

" You mean with Vash? Yeah, I heard. Actually, I was about twenty iles away from Augusta when it happened. "

" Really? " Milly blinked in surprise. " How come you were there? "

Wolfwood shrugged, " I was passing through but I stopped when it happened. It looked pretty bad so I decided to go in. I wanted to make sure there were no casualties. "

" We would have helped you if we knew you were there, " Milly said quietly.

" You two were there? " Wolfwood looked at Milly. He realized it was a stupid question because anywhere Vash was, the girls were sure to there or close behind.

" Yes. We were right there when the light started. Meryl wanted to go find Mr. Vash but I wouldn't let her, " Milly nodded.

" You two didn't get hurt, did you? " Wolfwood felt concern for the insurance girls and their well being. He knew it was dangerous to follow the most wanted man on the planet and wondered just why Bernardelli had sent women after Vash. He wasn't a chauvinist but he felt women didn't need to be anywhere they could get killed, no matter how strong they were.

" No. We got out and behind some rocks just in time. We even got to see the crater get put in the fifth moon. "

" That was something, wasn't it? " Wolfwood commented. " I saw it too. "

Milly leaned into him and whispered; " I don't think Mr. Vash is dead although everyone else seems to think so. "

" Well, he didn't die when July was destroyed so there is a chance he is still alive. I think it would take a little more than that to kill Vash The Stampede, " Wolfwood smiled a half smile.

Milly looked over her shoulder then back at Wolfwood, " Do you think it would be okay for me to stay here? I thought I heard something and I'm afraid to go back outside. "

" What about Meryl? " Wolfwood arched an eyebrow.

" She's got her derringers… I don't have anything, " Milly looked a little ashamed to be without her weapon. " I left it behind because I didn't think I'd be gone long. "

" Oh. I guess it would be okay for you to stay here then. I only have the one sleeping bag though, " Wolfwood patted the sleeping bag he was in. He remembered was a two person size and he smirked, " We could always share… there's room for you. "

Milly's face lit up, " Really? "

Wolfwood nodded, " Sure. I promise to stay on my side. "

Milly crawled into the bag once Wolfwood had moved over to make room for her and rolled onto her side. She snuggled down and smiled, " Thank you! You're such a nice person, Mr. Priest. "

Wolfwood smirked, " Thanks, honey. "

Milly leaned in and kissed his cheek, " You're welcome. "

Wolfwood watched as she put her head down on her arms, keeping his eyes on her as she fell asleep…

**

His hands had started roaming at some point during the night, finding their way up her pajama top and into her bra. She was still asleep but she was making small noises in her throat as he massaged her breasts. He moved closer and started to kiss her neck, causing her to moan softly. He smiled to himself as he let one hand travel downward until he reached the waistband of her pajamas.

She gasped as he fingered her bellybutton a little before going lower, the lace of her panties scraping softly against his hand as his fingers sought her entrance. He stroked her through the fabric until it became hot and wet, her moans getting louder. He pushed the cloth aside, slipping a finger into her channel as he took her lips in his.

Her hips moved with his stroking as he eased her onto her back using his body. He could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into his chest as he moved on top of her, his mind figuring out how he would take her in the sleeping bag even though he still had his pants on and she was still fully clothed. He reached over and started to pull at the side of the bag that the zipper was on, tugging it until the fastener started to move. He got it far enough down he could uncover their bodies and he removed his finger from her so he could take her clothes off.

He started by opening her pajama top and pushed her bra up to expose her breasts to him. His body was screaming to feel hers so he went for her pajama bottoms, pulling them down along with her panties and easing them off her. He opened the fly of his pants and pulled out his aching arousal before he pushed her legs apart gently, moving between them. He placed his tip at her opening, massaging one of the exposed breasts as he eased into her and savoring her feel as her channel enveloped him, exhaling once he was as deep as he could go.

He stayed still as he fondled her breasts, rolling the stiff peaks of her nipples between his fingers. He moved his hips against hers just a little causing her to gasp as she started to wake up. Her eyes were still clouded with sleep as she looked at him. He could tell she was confused, her mind trying to decide whether she was dreaming or it was real.

" Mr. Priest? " She panted.

Wolfwood stopped and leaned down to her, his lips hovering over hers. " Shhhh… don't talk, " He whispered before kissing her. He hands came up from the sleeping bag and grasped his shoulders as she returned the kiss. Wolfwood pulled away and started to thrust again.

Milly moaned beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved. He pushed her legs further apart as she lifted her upper body off the sleeping bag a bit. He could feel her chest brushing against his with each thrust and felt her begin to move with him. They fell into sync with each other, the only sounds in the cave being their breathing and the soft swish of their bodies moving as one.

Milly's hands tightened on his shoulders, her body moving faster as her gasps became shorter. Wolfwood moved faster to match her, knowing that she was close to climaxing. His thrusts became frantic, his body feeling like a rope ready to snap. Milly cried out, her core tightening around him as he exploded within her.

**

Being pissed off didn't even begin to explain the way Wolfwood felt as he trudged down the road, hoping someone would come along and give him a ride to the next town… or run him over to put him out of his misery. His bike broke down shortly after leaving the cave he had slept in the night before. That had been twenty or so iles ago and now it looked like a sandstorm was going to start. He knew there had to be another town close by but he didn't know how far it was.

He heard the sound of a car and reflexively stuck out his thumb. He slowed as he heard the vehicle start to slow down and stopped when it pulled up next to him. " Need a ride, Mr. Preacher Man? " It was a female voice.

Wolfwood looked over at the car and saw it was an expensive one. " Actually I could use one, " He said. The girl was rather pretty but he had gotten into enough trouble with pretty girls for one week so he tried not to pay attention to that. She had big blue eyes and dark brown hair. She wore rather expensive looking clothes but she looked a little too young for his tastes.

" Driver, " The girl said to the man in the front seat, " Strap his things to the roof and let's get him into town before this storm picks up. "

" Yes, Ms. Stephanie, " The driver said and got out of the car.