Cherry Candy

"Okaaaay… where are you, my slippery little bastard…"

I’m on my knees, ass up in the warm mess of blankets, digging through a drawer full of buzzing, half-melted, totally still viable toys. My hand finally closes around him and I squeal.

"Yesss! Found you, slutrocket!"

I hold him up like a prize, seven inches of chrome, cracked in all the right places, throbbing faint blue from the repurposed battery jammed into the base. He’s heavy, twitchy, mean-looking.

"Mister Thunderfuck 9000… back from the dead. Again. You better not zap my dick this time, or I swear to god I’ll melt you down and make a cockring for ants."

He buzzes once, obedient. I smirk.

"God, look at you," I think, dragging my tongue over the tip as I flick him on low. "You’re disgusting. You’re perfect. You’re gonna make me see stars."

Outside, the storm howls like it’s got a hard-on. Dust and lightning slam against the bunker entrance. The air’s thick, buzzing. Dirty wind slips through the cracks, licking at my thighs and making me shiver.

"If anyone’s dumb enough to be out in that… they deserve to watch me cum."

"Weather’s totally fucked right now and I’m so into it," I coo, crawling back onto my nest of pillows and slick cloth. I toss my head, long twintails sticking to my sweaty shoulders. My skin’s glowing faintly, freakishly... just like my eyes.

I lift Mister Thunderfuck to my face, kiss the tip again.

"Alright baby, let’s see if you earned your name this time."

The radio’s playing something slow and slutty. My hips move on instinct. One boot still on. Bikini top shifted sideways. I push the toy down against my twitching cock, moaning as the first pulse hits. Not even in yet, and I’m already dripping.

"God I missed this. Missed you. You make me feel like a whole fucking meltdown."

A red light blinks near the wall.

I see it. Kinda. Not really.

"Something out there."

Another blink. Warmer signature. Human maybe. Close. Watching.

"Ugh, whatever," I mutter, grinding a little harder as I twist the dial up. "If it’s a scav, they better be cute. Or hung. Or like… at least open-minded."

"They’re not real anyway. Just the storm fucking with me. Just like last time. Just a twitch in the dark."

Buzzing.

Moaning.

I arch my back, roll my hips, bite the strap of my top to muffle the sound.

"Fuckkk, I need this. I need this so bad."

The toy whines louder under my grip, and I don’t even care if my voice carries. Let it. Let it echo out through the storm like a goddamn beacon.

"Let 'em hear it. Let ‘em come crawling."

I don’t know there’s someone just outside, watching the shadows flicker. I don’t know they’re about to slip inside. But the door’s open.

And I’m already leaking.