Stakeout At The Camelot

This is a Veronica Mars fanfic set after S4 that ignores the last five minutes or so. As far as I'm concerned, Rob Thomas and Kristen Bell are both idiots for throwing away what used to be one of the greatest TV shows of all time and one of the most dedicated fan bases.

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We all see some characters on TV claiming to be "getting too old" for whatever fictional role their creator has assigned them. I would always roll my eyes and tell them to schedule an appointment with my balding yet still active father for some tips. Dad is still in the business, but I may yet owe those characters an apology as I begin to question when

I'm

getting too old for this.

Veronica deliberately avoided zooming in with her camera until the moment was right. Even with the finest equipment money could buy, she didn't want to risk a reflective glare of her lens before she was ready.

The job was fairly routine: snag a picture of a supposedly exemplary upper-class member of society meeting a woman many years his junior while officially on a "business trip" that would provide for his family. The only thing that made it interesting was the fact that the adulterous couple worked odd hours, so they were checking into the Camelot Motel in the dead of night instead of morning or evening like most visitors.

Veronica had rented her own room for the stakeout. Logan, who had tagged along as her bodyguard, slept peacefully while she tried to finish her work as silently as possible.

Sure enough, a luxury car pulled up and parked surreptitiously in the corner, the owner apparently hoping it would somehow make him less conspicuous. Out stepped a man in a business suit who looked like a frequent elbow-rubber among Neptune's elite. Opening the door, Veronica saw a woman who immediately made her question the man's intelligence. The red-dressed blonde was a self-obsessed gold-digger if she ever saw one.

With a heavy sigh, Veronica snagged more than enough shots to guarantee the couple's cocky smirks would soon be replaced when their partners served them papers. It wasn't the job that upset her: making sure people got what they deserved was one of the perks of her profession. What made her roll her eyes was how shallow the whole thing was. The man had two kids and a wife who, by all accounts, wanted to please him. His companion was young enough that she had to have at least some surviving family. They'd both decided that a temporary boost to their egos was more important than their loved ones.

Proof of how selfish they and countless others were could be found a few feet behind her. Logan could spend as much money as the man would ever see in his lifetime and barely even notice it. He had the looks to bed any woman he wanted and the sexual skills to make her forget her own middle name, much less her husband's. His status as an 09er meant he could do almost anything he wanted and get away with it. Instead, he chose to be a naval intelligence officer who wouldn't consider sleeping with anyone but his middle-class PI wife if his life depended on it.

Logan was sound asleep, one arm slung over his chest while he rested on his back, waiting for her to join him. Now that she had what she needed, Veronica was also looking forward to calling it a night.

On the other hand, this does happen to be the Camelot Motel. Which, by a strange coincidence, also happens to be where we had our first little two minutes of heaven all those years ago.

Thinking of their first kiss and how a momentary thing had turned into a long-term relationship made Veronica warm-hearted. It also made her horny. She could feel herself getting wet as she replayed the first time Logan's body pressed had against hers. She remembered the heat and the hunger and the desire to rip off their clothes right then and there. Now she had an opportunity to complete their relationship where it began. The irony was just too good to pass up.

Grinning wickedly, Veronica removed her shirt and pants until she was down to nothing but her underwear. The next thing she did was switch on a few carefully selected lights—just enough to illuminate the room without impeding sleep. Moving slowly to avoid disturbing the bed, she crawled forward until she was hovering over his waist.

Logan slept peacefully as she drew back the sheets, exposing her husband's fucking toned abs. The sheer amount of muscle she saw made her lick her lips in anticipation, knowing that such a fine specimen belonged only to her. Her grin faded when she realized the heat she felt made her impatient, and her impatience made trying to get his shorts off without waking him an exercise in frustration. By the time she finally managed to pull them down his legs, she'd been reduced to muttering nothing but a stream of profanities as all thoughts of anything other than satisfying her needs left her. Gripping his cock in her fingers, Veronica slowly licked from the base to the tip.

She got an immediate reaction: a nearly imperceptible groan that told her the pleasure of having his cock stimulated was enough to pierce even the deep sleep he was in. A few more sweeps of her tongue across his rapidly hardening member was enough to rouse him.

"Veronica?" he asked groggily, his eyes squinting as he adjusted thanks to the light. "What are you—"

She silenced her husband by licking the precum from the tip of his cock. The strained look on his face told her he was all too aware they were staying in a cheap motel in the middle of the night.

"What's the matter, lieutenant?" she asked with faux cheerfulness. "Didn't they teach you how to resist torture?"

Logan shut his eyes as she enclosed the soft flesh of his head with her warm, moist mouth before resuming the use of her tongue. "Not like this..."

Veronica smirked. "Well, that sounds like an oversight in your training to me, officer. If you can't resist being tortured by your wife without saying a word, why should you be entrusted with state secrets?"

Logan groaned at the unfair terms but didn't dispute them, which amounted to tacitly accepting them. She could do whatever she wanted and he'd remain her silent captive the entire time.

Hardly equitable, but the raw power she felt was enough to make her panties wet. Doing her best to relax her throat, she pressed down and began swallowing her husband's cock. Logan was as hard as she'd ever felt him, and she continued taking his shaft until he was as deep as she could take him. Even then, she was still short by several inches.

That was a consistent theme in their relationship. Logan was very big. She, Veronica, was very small. It added an indescribable thrill she just couldn't find anywhere else. In college, Logan had once ordered an assortment of variously sized sex toys, mostly just to embarrass her. She'd gained a valuable piece of information from that experience, however. Logan was

exactly

the right size for her. Any bigger, and it caused her too much discomfort to be enjoyable. Any smaller, and it just didn't deliver that satisfying stretching sensation every time she took him into her cunt.

For several minutes, Veronica used her mouth to coat the sides of Logan's cock as she sucked and bobbed her head while he could do nothing but moan. Seeing his face as he tried to keep his hips from bucking and driving his manhood deeper into her throat only fueled her fire and determination to make him lose control.

"So far, so good, lieutenant," Veronica gasped as she allowed his cock to slip from her lips. Doing her best to disguise the fact that she was just as turned on as he was, she sat upright and faced him on the bed. "But that was just the beginning. Let's see how much more you can take."

Without any hesitation, Veronica reached behind her back and released her bra. Logan's eyes burned with desire the moment she flashed him her uncovered tits. Here was a man who could have any number of women with the biggest tits—real or fake—he wanted, and he was staring at her B-cup cleavage like a teenager seeing a woman's chest for the first time.

Grinning slyly, she got down on her arms again only so she could slide her panties off. "Torture is more than just physical sensations like your wife sucking your cock. Torture can also be psychological. Think you can withstand all the secrets and revelations your wife throws at you while safeguarding national security?"

Logan's lips remained sealed, but nothing could disguise the hunger he felt as she sat down on his legs, straddling him and driving him mad with desire as her pussy rubbed his cock. His torment only worsened when she began sliding her hips back and forth. She was certain Logan would punish her for this and it made her enjoy her role as seductress that much more.

"Are you sure there isn't anything different about your wife's cunt?" she inquired while stroking her pussy lips with his painfully stiff head. "It doesn't feel hotter, tighter than usual? Nothing to suggest your wife doesn't have some tricks up her sleeve?"

In reality, Veronica was just as impatient as he was. If he decided to flip her over and fuck her as hard as he pleased, she wouldn't have objected.

Raising herself up, she gently guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Doing her best to disguise the sensation of pure joy that erupted the moment she felt his head slip between her lips as a mere inquisitive biting of her lip, she pressed down, taking Logan inside her.

She immediately felt a powerful biological impulse to rush things. To slam herself to the hilt and take every inch into her cunt and scream in delight like a slutty blonde. Fighting it back, she continued to slowly drive Logan's cock deeper, savoring the feeling of him stretching her until she came to a rest with her arms planted on his chest.

"We both know you want to do it," she grinned as she prepared to ride him. "Your cock is already on the edge after fucking your wife's other hole. You'd love nothing more than to just surrender to the sweetness of her cunt and fill it with your cum, but we both know you won't. You want to get your wife off first."

It was the truth. Logan cared about her too much to be selfish. As long as she was enjoying herself, he wouldn't allow himself to finish before her. Only after she was limp with sexual pleasure would he grab her hips and pound her until he ended the evening by filling her petite body with his seed and releasing her to drift off into a well-fucked sleep.

Logan said nothing, still playing the role of hostage to his pitiful interrogator, but his hands moved along her thighs, feeling her muscles move as she drove his cock into her welcoming pussy. For the first time, his eyes left the sight of her domineering face (and wildly bouncing tits) and settled on the sight of his shaft splitting her folds and making her feel delightfully full.

"You do have a nice cock, general," she said, deliberately mixing up his rank in her sexiest accent. "Are you sure you don't want to use it for what it's meant for?"

The exaggerated indifference on his face may as well have said, "You'll have to do better than that, Mars." He clearly enjoyed the thought that his wife was pleasuring herself using his shaft, and he was in no hurry to finish it.

"Suit yourself," she breathed deeply. "I'll be more than happy to do it for you."

Veronica switched from raising and lowering herself on Logan's hard manhood to moving her hips back and forth, refusing to relinquish him from her tightest depths. At the same time, she leaned forward and searched until she found his lips and kissed him. He not only kissed her back, his hands finally left her sides so they could squeeze her tits, which only drove her harder.

Drunk on sex, kinkiness, and her own power, her arms pushed her back up of their own accord as she arched her back and resumed riding him. Her wildest efforts could barely make the bed squeak, but Veronica felt more alive than she could ever remember being.

"Fuck!" she panted as she picked up speed. "Fuck!"

Veronica knew she was losing control. It was a thought that normally would've been terrifying because Veronica Mars was all about control. Logan was the only person she trusted to see her with her walls down, to see the marshmallow she truly was at heart.

"Tell me, captain," she grinned as she continued bouncing. "Have you figured out what's so different about your wife's pussy yet? Why she's so wild and ravenous and eager to ride your cock?"

Logan responded by closing his eyes. He probably thought she was just throwing around another empty taunt.

"It's because she stopped taking her pills."

For the first time, Logan looked caught off guard. His entire face was a mask of disbelief, as if what he'd just heard was impossible.

She had him right where she wanted him.

"Is that new for you?" Veronica inquired. "A fine gentleman such as yourself must've fucked many blondes, but have you ever fucked a

fertile

blonde before?"

Home run for her. Logan always had a thing for blondes, but even as a teenager, he was always careful to use protection. He was totally unprepared for the news that his wife was riding him bareback.

She'd known it, of course. The knowledge that there was nothing to stop Logan from knocking her up was the biggest turn-on of her life. If and when her husband finally lost the battle between his conflicting desires, it was all but guaranteed he'd put a baby in her.

Not that she had any objections to that, or any qualms about her methods for obtaining it. The war between Logan's mind and body was so visceral she could watch it playing out across his face, much to her amusement. Logan was trying inhumanly hard to restrain his urge to grab her and claim her pussy the way he wanted to. It was a fight she intended to make sure he lost.

"You're so hard," she observed seductively, intertwining their fingers and pulling his arms up to use as supports. With the extra leverage, she was able to bounce more vertically, making her tits shake more energetically. "Do you like it when blondes ride your bare cock until you cum in them?"

Logan remained silent. His face showed his ever-increasing desire to finish the way nature intended, but it was nothing compared to the goosebumps Veronica felt running down her spine. Her climax was fast approaching: she was simply too turned on to pull herself back from the brink. She was going to cum long and hard on Logan's manhood, and she was going to love every fucking second of it.

Veronica's hips plunged wildly as her inquisitive mind drove her to greater heights of pleasure. Would it feel different when Logan came inside her without protection? She loved it every time he creampied her, but she'd never felt him finish without birth control. Would that make a difference? Would he cum harder because of it?

"I'm so close," she gasped. "Are you going to cum with me?"

For a fraction of a second, she was bewildered when Logan shook his head. Then she remembered he was supposed to be playing her prisoner. She cursed herself for picking a role he was much too suited for.

"You're going to cum, you know," her voice uncharacteristically deep from exhaustion and arousal. "You're going to fill me with your seed and you're going to make me grow nice and big. You'll cater to my whims and rub my belly while we talk about when we'll have our next baby. You'll say you'll be happy with whatever I want. I'll keep pushing you until you admit you'd gladly have ten babies with me if I wanted. I'll put my foot down and say one or two will be enough, and you'll agree wholeheartedly."

Her words provided a bigger blast of satisfaction than catching the bad guys. Slamming herself down as hard as she could, Veronica started cumming with Logan's cock filling her to capacity. She squeezed his hands hard enough to cut blood flow as she clasped him with her cunt, all thoughts of holding back flung out the window as her eyes and teeth clenched painfully shut.

Despite that, she wasn't reduced to a puddle the way she usually was. Even as the waves of euphoria reached their peak, Veronica remained upright, fully in control of herself and aware of her surroundings. The bliss she felt was no less than any of the other mind-blowing orgasms Logan delivered, but her exhaustion was offset by her fervor in pursuing her goal: entice him to reproduce using her body.

When she was finished, Logan's smile had an aura of awe to it, as if her climax was beautiful beyond words to him. In her hypersensitive state, she could feel how close he was. Even when he wasn't using words, he couldn't lie to her. His body clearly said he was getting ready to fill her, even if he wouldn't say so out loud.

"That was pretty good," she breathed as she resumed moving. "Thanks for the orgasm, soldier, but you know a true detective would never let you go before the job's done."

She pushed her hips back and forth, drawing a very real moan out of him. He began rising and falling with her, his eyes switching between the face he loved and the sight of where they were joined.

"As a rule, good detectives are usually very cautious," she said. "I should know. I've been a PI since I was a teenager. But I was never one for following the rules. I would always do whatever it took to catch the bad guys, and now I'm going to do whatever it takes to get you to cum in my pussy."

Once again, Logan was forced to close his eyes to control his rapidly escalating desires. Veronica wondered if the callback to their youth brought back memories of their first kiss in the very motel they were staying in the same way it had for her.

"The rules say we should plan this carefully. Review our finances, make sure our schedules can be cleared, and plot out the best time of the month before engaging in any babymaking activities. But I'm not going to follow the rules. I love having you in my bare cunt too much."

Recognizing the sound of Logan's breath deepening, she continued, "You like blondes, don't you, lieutenant? Don't you think we'd make a nice, cute blonde baby together?"

Logan gave perhaps the most heartfelt groan she'd ever heard from him. Planting that image in his head was some of the dirtiest fighting she'd ever done.

"Don't you want to do that? Plant your seed in me and make me a mommy?" Veronica leaned down to kiss him. "I know I want it."

Like a pile of plutonium reaching critical mass, Logan exploded. Her eyes barely registered the speed with which he flipped her on her back. Before her mind could finish processing that information, he pressed his lips against hers and his tongue pushed past them to french her. The ferocious kiss dominated her brain, rendering her a passive observer as he used his full weight and strength to compress her deep into the mattress.

It was an undeniable reminder of the discrepancy in upper-body strength between Veronica and her lover, and of the risks in teasing someone who could break her in half if he tried. She felt rather than heard his series of groans as he finally surrendered to his inability to refuse her.

She'd imagined Logan cumming inside her without protection before, but all of her fantasies fell well short of reality as Logan filled her silly, slutty pussy with his potent cum. She counted each powerful contraction as he claimed her the way only a man could. Her body responded, doing everything it could to urge him on as she wordlessly allowed him to breed her.

After a moment that felt more like an eternity, Veronica felt Logan's cock finish pulsing, an indication that he was depositing the last of his semen in her cunt. He finally pulled his lips away as he rolled to the side while she lay there, helpless to prevent the process that would soon end with his child growing in her womb.

Logan slipped one arm under her side to pull her against him, shifting her so they were spooning with her held in his affectionate embrace. He nuzzled her messy blonde hair with his face before placing a single kiss on the top of her head.