#dukov

Free Use with Dukov x f!Lone

I'm just going to apologize now for the egregious number of exclamation points in this one, but you all know Dukov. Everything Dukov has to say is most important! Must be said with passion, ha ha!

Anyways, this was good fun to write, just as silly and a bit unnerving as meeting him in-game lol. He may be a shitty, drunken womanizer, but he does have charisma!

I hope you like it! 😅

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Included: Free Use, brief fingering, playful spanking, cunnilingus, oral sex, dirty talk, corruption, allusions to abuse, little bit of bimbofication, cock-drunkenness, very slightly dubious consent, Lone realizes she's into it, guilt, squirting, cumplay, possessiveness, Dukov swears quite a bit in both English and in Russian.

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The anticipation of it all had Lone on edge to the point of madness. 

Was that him? That sound? The door opening, the footsteps... would he do it now? Or does he just want a drink? Maybe he fancies some time with Fantasia or Cherry, even...

How do they live like this all the time?

Lone flinched as one of the dishes she’d just washed settled on the drying rack, clanking loudly and almost causing her to drop the rag she was using to dry her hands. 

“Just gonna have ta get used to it, sugar. If it’s how Dukie likes it, that’s the way it’s meant to be.” 

Cherry had told her, lounging against the magenta heart-shaped cushions, puffing at the end of her Bakelite cigarette holder. 

“Ah ha! Right you are, my Cherry. Dukov’s way is the best way, for him, and for all!” 

He’d laughed as his fingers twirled Lone’s hair. 

“Mm, and Cherry, I think you’ve just found it! Finally, a name for our mysterious and sweet new bidie-in. Sugar, ah, is perfect! Better than ‘sweet cheeks,’ rolls off tongue much nicer, ha!” 

She could flinch at the name, at the new reality she found herself in, but… Maybe Dukov was right, maybe all of them were. Lone was safe here, she was alive, she was fed, clean– well, clean-ish, she was warm enough, taken-care-of enough, and hell, it beat most everywhere in the CW in terms of amenities. If this was the price, the new– frankly ridiculous– name, and this… licentious way of life, then so be it. 

Dukov was loud, vulgar, and, overall, a bit of an ass, but he was an ex-mercenary who would shoot out any stranger’s kneecaps if they got too close to his girls, so… For the time being, Dukov’s Place was to be her home. Lone– Sugar– had passed his tests, she drank with him, partied with the whole lot, and he’d deemed her fit to receive his Dukov surprise any time of the day. With that, came protection, allyship, food, more drink than she could handle, jet, if she wanted it, and… well, more partying. 

It wasn’t the life she’d dreamed up for herself down in that vault, but none of this had been. At least with this life, she’d be alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere looking like bloody Swiss cheese or an irradiated raisin. 

Staring those kinds of realities in the face made it difficult for her old, more domestic, aspirations to seem achievable. 

Lone’s bare feet made soft padding sounds as she made her way back into the main room. Distant gunfire sounded out from the curtained windows; upstairs, someone swirled a drink with ice cubes in it. 

Lay in bed or drink? Both, maybe?

Those were the decisions she had to make now, ones so trivial they made her stomach turn. 

Guilt, maybe. That I’m here wondering if I should have the gin or the rum before bed, while settlers are out fighting for every scrap to feed the children they never planned on having. 

The bags beneath Cherry’s eyes told her the same thoughts wound themselves around in her head, and the way Fantasia set her jaw at the mention of anywhere, anything but what was happening here, in this over-large house– or pad, as Dukov called it– meant she couldn’t bare those musings either. 

How Dukov could stay so complicit in his own enjoyment, Lone will never know, and she doubted he’d ever say. 

Instead of lounging, Lone began to make the bed. She fluffed the pillows in her hands, watching the dust rise in speckled clouds towards the chandelier above her, she smoothed the velvet comforter over the stained mattress below, letting her mind go blank, letting the familiar creature comfort of gentle cleaning bring her back to her time in the vault. When life was simple and it was guiltless. 

“Mm, why make it nice when we just going to fuck it up all over again? Ha ha.” 

Lone tensed at the booming sound of Dukov’s accent hitting her from behind. 

“You have nice ass when you’re making my bed though. I only wish your dress was shorter!” 

Lone fell forward onto her elbows as Dukov landed a loud spank on the cheek of her ass. It stung briefly underneath the thin, nearly sheer, fabric of her lavender nightdress, but her reaction more so came from the shock of his sudden touch. 

“Mm, but you are so… what is word?” Lone didn’t move from her position. She felt her breath staying in her lungs of its own accord, as one of his calloused hands dipped low, smoothing the shallow skirt of her dress up over her back. 

He rubbed her revealed bareness thoughtfully, as though he were stroking over his own chin. 

“Domestic!” He shouted triumphantly, and Lone heard the drink in his free hand splash out and onto the floor with his celebratory gesture. “Like sweet little housewife.” 

Dukov left her at that, strolling leisurely over to the bedside table, where he deposited his glass onto the wood with a resounding clunk. Lone still didn’t move her body, though her head tilted to follow his movements as he stepped back behind her. 

A question formed in her mind, a loud, colorful shape that she refused to put words to. Still though, he answered it a moment later, as he worked the waistband of his sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his half-hard cock without ceremony or pause. 

Dukov was always ready to party with his girls. He’d boasted that the entire first day Lone spent here. 

“And if you want good time, sweet cheeks should always be ready for me too, haha!”

Lone still needed to get used to that aspect of this new life of hers. 

“You have such sweet ass, is no wonder ‘Sugar’ fits you so well.”

With both hands effectively free, Dukov smoothed her dress up to her shoulder blades, and let his fingers drag down the skin of her back as they made their way back to her ass. He cupped each cheek in one hand, giving them both a rough squeeze to help awaken his erection the rest of the way. 

“So quiet today, and all days. Making Dukov feel you do not want to be here…” 

His voice was suddenly edged. Like a switchblade, he was dull, seemingly harmless, until he wasn’t. 

Lone gulped, feeling the dryness catch in her throat. 

“You just… you leave me so speechless, Dukie.” She let her voice come out a few octaves higher, a tone that would annoy anyone else, or make them think she was playing a character of some kind. 

But that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?

“Wanna hear your voice.” She carried on, pouting as she looked back at him with an exaggerated lower lip. “So… sexy. You really know how to get a girl wet and wanting, baby.” 

She hoped that last bit was true. Wished, more like. 

“Ha ha, now that is more like it, sweet cheeks!” She squeaked as he gave her another spanking, surely darkening the skin there with the force of it. 

“Now, spread your legs for your Dukie. I want to taste your sweet pussy. No better chaser than that, ha!” 

Lone did as he asked, stepping up until her knees rested on the edge of the bed, and parting her thighs so wide that her lower lips almost brushed the velvet below. 

“Mm, no prettier sight in whole wasteland than that.” His fingers went to her folds, pressing between them boldly and pulling them apart. Toying with her. “And all for me.” 

His voice took on that hint of darkness again. It became more prevalent with Cherry mostly, when she was being a little too unresponsive for his tastes. When he’d drank a bit too much as well, sometimes it came out then. 

The worst of it that she’d seen though, was when a settler had waltzed in. 

Dukov had offered him a drink, passive-aggressively, and made many clear indicators that the man should leave, and finally, he’d snapped. 

Lone thought her new… patron was going to kill him, and he nearly had, but before that, his voice got cold, threatening and dark as smoke billows. His face had changed too, the laugh lines suddenly drawing downwards, the gleam in his light eyes turning to dull ice behind distant pupils. 

She’d known then, that there was to be no leaving him. Not unless she meant to be gone for good. Even then, though… Lone could see him hunting her down. With that expression, that intensity… silly, raucous Dukov was not a man to cross and expect to get out unscathed. 

In his core, he was still that ruthless mercenary. 

That thought kept her effectively in place, and even inspired her hips to wiggle from side to side, jiggling the ass cheeks that he so loved to ogle, and inviting him in. 

“Take what’s yours, Dukie.” She breathed out, like he made her heart pound from want instead of unease. 

“Oh-ho, I will, Sugar! Dukov won’t ever keep his baby waiting.” 

She felt his tongue on her in the next instant, sudden and instantly prodding invasively towards her entrance. 

His fingers, miraculously, had managed to draw a drip or two of slickness from her in that brief time; or perhaps it had just been her body’s natural response to him, to his presence. 

At this point, it wouldn't surprise her if that was simply becoming habit. 

Whose dogs were they that salivated on cue with the ring of the food bell? Hadn’t he been Russian as well?

It was difficult to think at the moment, as Dukov clumsily tongued at her lower lips, lapping frantically like the aforementioned dogs, as his hands spread her ass wide to allow him in deeper. Dukov sounded animalistic behind her, with all his slurping and groaning, like he was in heat. 

That wouldn’t have surprised her all that much though. But animals only went into heat every so often, whereas Dukov was constantly in need of sex, or it seemed that way, at least. 

Did that make him more basal than beasts? 

Probably. 

Lone had to keep from huffing with laughter at that. Dukov wouldn’t like it if she were laughing as he tried to eat her out. No… that might earn her more than a bruised ass…

Instead, she released a moan that verged on a whine, effectively selling her desperation for him, she hoped. 

“Dukie, your tongue feels so good, baby.” Lone panted out, bucking her hips into the contact until she really did feel some semblance of pleasure from it. 

He merely hummed into her, almost a growl as the grip of his hands tightened, steadying her as his mouth worked. She felt the slight prickle of his facial hair against her bareness, the sensation irritating her delicate skin until, slowly, his movements began to spread her lubricating slickness over her mound. 

“Fucking shlyukha. So wet for your Dukov.” He breathed through his teeth, like a hiss, pulling cold air over her dewy skin until she felt herself shiver. 

“Wet for only you, Dukie.” Lone whined, leaning her ass back as if to plead for more. 

“Cunt sweeter than medovukha… Now my cock would like a taste!” 

Dukov’s knees cracked with the swiftness of his motion, as he stood behind her. Lone’s body shifted on the mattress as his gruff hands maneuvered her ass to be level with his hips. She glanced down between her legs with hazy eyes, noting the distinct darkness of his cockhead. 

He was already swollen, glistening with his own excitement, as he took his shaft in-hand, and guided it to her winking entrance. Her keeper toyed with her briefly, dragging his tip between her folds, and stimulating her more effectively than she would’ve liked. When he couldn’t handle any more teasing himself, Dukov’s free hand pressed to her back, arching it, and he nudged himself inside. 

She was still relatively new to all this, so he was forced to be slow as he entered her, but it was clear the Russian savored it all the way. 

He groaned loudly, dramatically, as her walls eased enough for him to sink in to the base. She felt the lewd press of his balls against her ass as he stayed seated all the way in, merely grinding his head around, stirring at her insides until she was panting and her back slicked with a sheen of sweat. 

Lone felt her walls clench him unwittingly, and Dukov released another animalistic growl as he reared his hips back, dragging against the tightness she created. The friction had him pulsing in her already, but Lone didn’t let that fool her. 

Dukov’s daily schedule involved only a few choice activities: 'drinking, farting and fucking,' as he so charmingly tended to put it. As such, the man had the stamina of a mongrel in heat, and Lone always felt like she was being dragged by the leash from behind him. 

The moments of easing into her, of grinding and molding her walls to him were over, evidently, as Dukov bucked forward and jammed the head of him to the very back of her. Lone yelped, which he seemed to take pride in, for he did it again less than a moment later.   

From there, his pace only built, and Lone’s breathing picked up all the more. She huffed into the stuffy comforter below her, her fingers unwittingly wrapping it in her grasp as he drove her forward into the plushness with every thrust. 

“Ah, you are made for me, Sugar. Made for this big, Russian cock, ha!” He punctuated his laugh with a particularly savage jolt into her, and Lone bit hard into her lip. 

“Tell me, sweet cheeks. Tell your Dukie how good he makes you feel.” 

She was already flushed from the arousal that steadily built up in her, even with the selfish pace he’d set, the unfocused jabs against the sensitive barrier of her cervix, but she felt herself blush all the more at his request. 

Isn’t it enough that I’m wet for you? That you hear my heady breaths and girlish moans? 

“Oh, Dukie, you do!” She cried out, with feeling. “Gonna make me cum for you, for your huge, ah, your manhood. So big in my little pussy!” 

'The more lewd, sweet cheeks, the better!'

His voice ruled her head then. It had to, else her truthful words, the genuine sounds she made in the throes of lovemaking would never cut it for the boisterous brute shoving wildly into her.  

“Ha ha, such a little slut for me!” He gave her another spank, as one hand gripped hard to the flesh of her hip, holding her in place through the barrage of arrhythmic pummels. “And still, cannot even say ‘cock.’ So cute you are, my little vaultie. So innocent. Until you met nasty Dukov!” 

“Such a slut for you, baby.” She chanted, right on cue. 

“I will make party girl of you yet, Sugar.” Another spank; though... now the skin felt more numb than pained.

It… wasn’t bad.

“Have you sucking on my balls like candy on stick!” 

Lone felt herself clench up at his lewdness, felt the flush over her skin spread to her ears, her cheeks, all the way down her chest to warm her swinging breasts. 

“Yes,” She breathed, the words shaking the same as her trembling legs, “Want to worship you.” 

“Have you begging me to shove into that sweet, sweet ass!”

To no one’s surprise, Dukov struck her ass cheek again, surely bruising it in the process, before fondling the swell of it with strong fingers, making her cry out like a yowling feline. 

Lone didn’t want to think about the other women in the building. They’d heard it all, said it all too, she was sure, but still… for her to let him debase her this way… 

Lone's lip ached at the way her teeth pressed into it, until her gasp caused them to release the pressure. 

One of his fingers had prodded threateningly at that tight back entrance of hers, feeling and delighting in the way she clenched at the sudden touch. 

He released another token laugh at her reaction. 

“Ah,” Lone groaned out, “Want you everywhere, Dukie.” 

That seemed to appease him, for now his hand wrapped around her belly, sliding down until he could fondle her lower lips, occasionally grazing that sensitive bud nestled within. 

“Have your needy cunt drooling just from sight of me.” His pressure increased, and his thrusts became more direct, more purposeful with each fervent plunge into her drooling heat.  

“It does baby, my pussy always wants you!” She cried, feeling her walls clenching at him, encouraging this new, intense pace and threatening to topple her over into overwhelming release. “Wants you all the time, Dukie.” 

“Tell me.” He commanded, his own jubilant tone growing rougher, deeper with his increasingly urgent movements. “Tell me where, how– yebat’, how your pussy wants me!” 

“Wants you everywhere, “ She managed, though words were becoming hard to form in her gasping mouth, “Needs you fucking me against the counter, the floor, on the stairs.” 

She told him her fears then, all that she’d been anxious about these first few days of being his newest girl, the places she’d imagined him grabbing her from behind, how she’d thought he’d take her, like he was now entitled to. Because she’d agreed to this. 

As uncertain as she’d acted the moment she signed his metaphorical contract, as guilty and nervous as she felt, Lone had still done it. 

Truth be told… there was something exciting about it. 

It was wrong that she felt she needed to do this, in order to be safe in this world, but there was also some small part of her, deep in the recesses of her innermost desires; the ones she was ashamed of, the ones she never let herself dwell on, lest she become depraved in the watchful, judgemental eyes of the other vault-dwellers, something about this life– about him– that she craved. 

It was like a gnawing hunger, a caged beast, the way it growled and roiled beneath her skin; and finally, she was letting part of it out, giving it leash, and hoping– for her sanity, for her dignity’s sake– that it wouldn’t choke her with the slack of it. 

“Can never have enough of you, Dukov.” Her voice became less an act, her moans leaving her freely as he pounded into her increasingly sensitive walls. “Want you when I wake, want to ah– lick you ‘till you’re hard, ride you until you burst. Want you bent over me, like this, with a drink in your hand as I grind you into my- my cunt.” 

Dukov was groaning behind her. She could feel his cock pulsing inside, like it was nodding its head in agreement to all she said. 

“Want to be under the table at dinner, licking and slobbering over you, getting lipstick on your dick while Fantasia sits in-in your lap.”

“Yes, Sugar. Fuck yes.”

His hands trembled as they held firm to her hips, gripping her until she ached. He was deep inside her now, grinding and jerking his hips, pushing the head of his cock stubbornly to the end of her, as though he could get his dick in any further, as though he could climb inside after it.

“Want- ah, want you to fuck me to sleep, grind against me like you’re doing now, Dukie, and stay inside all night so my pussy doesn’t– fuck, have a chance to miss you.” 

She whined out the last couple words, the pleasure he was stroking burning up higher and higher, growing more intense with each rub of his tip against that soft, spongy spot until she was crying out, feeling her legs tremble, her hands grip until her knuckles paled, until she gushed all over his pulsing shaft like the slut he made her into. 

“Ahh, yes, my shlyukha, cum your sweetness all over me!” 

Lone felt her pleasure leaking down from her lower lips, leaving dark-colored droplets on the purple-pink velvet beneath her. She watched him between her thighs as her head hung low, the way his own legs shook as he resumed his shallow thrusting, the way his soaked balls dripped her translucent nectar as they visibly tightened against her ass. 

“Your cunt squeezes better than Cherry’s ass, Sugar. Fuck, your Dukov is close.” He was growling even as Lone was fading, her fatigue at all the excitement, at being on edge all day waiting for him, for this inevitability to occur, slowly drained out. Brief spikes of pain-tinged bliss had her flinching from his last few forceful strokes against her tired walls, and then he was pulling out. 

Warmth coated Lone’s back in powerful spurts, nearly reaching the fabric of the scrunched dress that still hung from her shoulders. 

Must’ve been saving himself for me today. 

She thought hazily, as her vision blurred and her arms wavered where they held her up. 

Dukov was groaning as he finished, wringing the last bit of his spend out onto her pussy lips, watching that too drip down onto the soiled comforter. 

“See?” He said, breathless, as he stepped back and released his softening cock from his hand. “No need to make bed. Only fuck it up all over. Ha!” 

One last spank that made her eyes fly wide open, and Dukov was finished with her. He pulled his sweatpants back up, reached for his drink, and shouted something to Fantasia as he started up the stairs. 

Lone let her body sag over the ruined covers, imagining herself scrubbing at them later…

And imaging Dukov finding her there, bent over the bathtub she’d use to soak it...