Parasexual 4 Sneak Preview!

Hello, everyone!

I’m finally writing Parasexual 4! Oh how good it feels to get on with that series. As of right now, I’d say I’m about a quarter done. I’ve been actually managing to largely keep up with it and make some progress on it every single day since starting it. I’m putting in about two thousand words per day, which is really adding up, and so far it feels pretty good.

If I can maintain this pace, I may actually get it done by the end of the month, given that I already have the cover, and I’m editing as I go, and this probably won’t be as long as Parasexual 3. I’m looking at between 40-50,000 words.

Anyway, here is the first chapter! And if you want to also read the second chapter, then please visit my Patreon! If you are a 1$/month user, you can read it!


“Are you okay, Alex?” Helena asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, panting a little, looking down at her. He was currently sitting on the counter in Aurora’s bathroom, because it was about high enough for a seven-foot woman to kneel down and give you a blowjob.

Helena stuck her tongue out and dragged it up the bottom of his dick. “You seem like you’re in pain.”

“I am,” he replied, “but it’s fine, just...keep going.”

“Well, I suppose orgasms are natural painkillers,” she murmured, and then leaned forward and put his dick back into her big mouth.

“Oh...fuck,” he whispered as the pleasure hit him like a hammer.

This is exactly what he needed after all the crap he’d been through recently. Although he’d certainly been getting it enough from Brianna and Aurora lately, which was fantastic, but he had actually really missed Helena. She had been busy in the week that had passed since she’d saved his damned life. Well, technically a week had passed since she’d come to visit him in the hospital, but the fact that a day and a half had passed between those two events was still messing with him, since he’d been unconscious the entire time.

She stopped sucking him off and spat a huge gob of spit onto the head, then wrapped one large fist around it and began massaging it, making him groan and tense, then grunt in pain. Tensing his leg still hurt.

“You want to bust twice? Once in my mouth, once in my pussy?” she asked, looking up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. She had chopped off most of her bright blonde hair since last he’d seen her, and it was a really sexy look.

“Yes, definitely,” he replied.

She laughed. “Figured.”

The way it felt as she massaged just the head, squeezing firmly but carefully, lit the whole thing up with total bliss, and he knew he was close. Which was fine, because all the women he hooked up with seemed interested in shorter blowjobs than longer ones. Helena put it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head again, dragging her lips lovingly across the head again and again. Alex felt a strong sense of strangeness as he watched her work. She was topless now, wearing only some cargo pants that had been ripped off high up on the thigh, and her huge boobs looked just fantastic, swaying gently as she sucked his dick.

Before hooking up with Brianna, and even for awhile after that, honestly, he never thought that he would get his dick sucked and then ridden by an honest-to-goodness Valkyrie. A real, seven-foot-tall, badass and built Valkyrie. Let alone one who was several hundred years old. But Helena liked him, or seemed to, or at least was doing him and/or Brianna a favor.

Either way, after all the fucking shit that had happened to him recently, he was just letting himself enjoy this whole experience. He needed it.

And speaking of enjoying…

“Oh fuck, Helena,” he groaned, “gonna...pop!”

He cried out as he started coming. Helena moaned, cupping his balls in one huge hand and gently massaging them, and he groaned loudly in response. She worked his cock like a professional, letting it twitch and spasm and jerk in between her luscious red lips as he emptied his seed into her mouth. Each contraction of his dick sent a fresh spurt of seed into her mouth and a new pulse of unmitigated bliss careening through his body, like a wave of intensely pink light. He moaned loudly, panting, lost completely in the timeless place of an orgasm, his hand resting on top of her head. The pain in his leg seemed distant and wonderfully faraway.

“Oh, Helena! Oh my fucking...oh, Helena it feels so fucking good!” he moaned incoherently as she sucked him totally dry. He leaned back against the mirror above Aurora’s sink, hand on her head, feeling her soft, warm hair against his skin, and the absolute totality of orgasmic rapture. Helena sucked it all out and then slowly pulled him out of her mouth.

“There, feel better?” she asked, gently laying a hand on his bad leg, over the bandage. Her touch was warm and comforting.

“Much,” he managed, panting. “That was a really good one.”

“You sure came enough,” she replied. He just nodded, getting his breath back. She stood up and stretched, popping her neck loudly. “So where are they? I thought for sure they’d want to be here, watching us fuck.”

“Uh, they went on a grocery run,” Alex replied, but he felt a sense of unease slip into him as he said it. She had a point, and on top of that, both of them, especially Brianna, had hardly left his side all week.

“Gonna get a drink,” Helena said after a moment, then walked out of the bathroom. Alex lingered a moment longer, then got up carefully and followed her. It felt weird to walk around stark naked in someone else’s apartment, especially with a woman around, but less weird than it had before, especially considering he’d already stuck his cock into Helena before. He found her in the kitchen, draining a bottle of wine.

“What have you been up to?” he asked.

She finished off the bottle and set it on the counter. “Checking in with my friends and colleagues, revisiting my usual haunts, checking up on the apartment I’ve got in town. Well, I say apartment but really it’s an abandoned studio I bought and converted like twenty years ago. Still, no one’s stupid enough to break in there. The usual, basically. What about you? What have you been doing?” she asked.

They began walking into Aurora’s bedroom.

“Well, after we last talked, I was in the hospital for a few days, resting up with Brianna and Aurora. Said goodbye to Emma, you know. I haven’t seen Evangeline, though.”

“Yeah, that’s how she is. Even busier than I am. I think she may come and visit you as a point of pride, because she said she would, but don’t expect too much from her.”

“I kind of figured. But after they released me, I basically just came back here and...I’ve just been chilling out. I haven’t actually left the apartment since coming home.”

“Any reason?” she asked. The question was innocent enough, but he could detect a hint of concern beneath it.

“Mostly my leg,” he said. “The worst of the pain is gone now. I actually forgot about it for a little while after waking up, until I, you know, looked at it.”

He glanced down at his leg. It had this apparently high-tech, or really high-magic, bandage wrapped around it at the break point. It was waterproof and all that, and he didn’t have to change it, so he could shower without a problem, though it did kind of itch sometimes. Honestly, Alex knew that he had no right to complain at all. He knew that without magic, broken bones took months to heal properly, and with most of it in a cast.

“But otherwise, I guess...I haven’t really felt, you know, ready, I guess. To go back out there. It was, uh, the whole thing was a bit much, you know?”

“I understand,” she said.

“Thanks again for...saving my life.”

She laughed softly. “Really it was Evangeline who saved your life, but you’re welcome.”

“Ultimately, I have to leave today whether I’m ready or not,” he said, sitting down on Aurora’s bed. Well, recently it had been his bed, too. His and Brianna’s and Aurora’s. He never thought he’d be sharing a bed with two hot, naked, paranormal women who both regularly wanted to fuck him. It seemed even more unlikely than having sex with a Valkyrie.

“How’s that?” she asked, taking her pants off.

“Doctor’s appointment. One week checkup. The wrap comes off...I’m nervous there’s gonna be a scar.”

“Oh come on now, Alex. Scars are hot,” she said. As she finished dropping her shorts, (she wore no panties), she posed, showing off her own body, as if to emphasize this. She did have several scars. And...yeah, they were hot.

“They’re hot on you, clearly,” he murmured.

She laughed. “It’ll be hot on you, too. Now lay back, and I’ll ride your cock until you come.”

“Okay.”

He scooted back onto the bed until he was laying on his back in the middle. She climbed onto the bed, and over him, looking as massive and imposing as ever. She gripped his cock and began to massage it gently.

“Why did you come over?” he asked. “You kind of just...showed up and offered to blow and fuck me. Uh, not that I’m complaining at all.”

She laughed. “I remembered that I meant to see you all again, called Brianna and asked if now was a good time. She told me to come over and fuck and suck you, if I wouldn’t mind. And I don’t. I’ve been intending to have sex with you again. Plus, this fits into my schedule. Don’t take it the wrong way but...I got a lot to do today, so I had to squeeze you in.”

“Oh no, I’m more than thrilled to be part of your schedule,” he replied.

She laughed. “That’s what I like about you. You make it easy.” She looked down. He was already hard again. “You definitely make it easy, you ready for pussy? ‘Cause I’m so ready for this dick,” she said, smirking at him.

“Ready,” he replied.

“Good. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

“I trust you,” he said as she straddled him.

“I’m glad.”

She lined his dick up with her Valkyrie vagina, which was completely smooth and beautiful and glistening, and he could feel heat actually coming off of her, and he felt a thrill of tremendous excited lust rush through him, and then she lowered herself, her enormous hips working, thigh muscles bulging.

She penetrated herself with his rock-hard cock and moaned loudly.

“Oh my fucking God, Helena,” he whispered as she slipped him inside of her tight, slippery wet vagina. She felt simply amazing inside, a perfection of pleasured paradise. Reaching forward, she grabbed the headboard and began to ride him. Slowly, carefully, she slid her vagina up and down his rigid cock, and the pleasure felt like it was melting him. He groaned loudly and stared up at her enormous breasts as they hung down over him. They were the biggest tits he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he reached up and grasped them, groping them in a nearly catatonic state of absolute lust. Listening to her moan loudly, he laid there and enjoyed being fucked by a Valkyrie. It was truly an experience.

And it helped take him away from all the bad shit. From the fact that his leg had been broken, and still hurt. The fact that he was, admittedly, kind of scared to leave the apartment. The fact that someone had tried to straight-up murder him and his girlfriend and her best friend by crashing into them and sending them rolling down a fucking embankment off the highway in the middle of the goddamned night, then came at them with a gun. Or the fact that he was now having nightmares just about every night.

“You like that?” Helena asked with an unshakable confidence. He wondered if she had ever disappointed anyone, in her life, in bed.

Probably not.

“Oh fuck yes,” he panted as she kept riding him. She was careful and very in control, her huge, pale body looming over him. He looked down between them, where their crotches met, and saw her tremendously powerful thighs and her huge, broad hips, and his cock disappearing into her again and again, and the pleasure seemed to magnify.

“You’re gonna make me come, Alex,” she murmured.

“I’m just...laying here,” he groaned.

She laughed. “Your dick feels really good, and I think you’re really cute.”

“Here, let me-fuck!”

“No, no, handsome,” she said, gently placing a hand against his chest. A big hand. He could feel the enormity of her strength. “You just relax, that was our deal, remember? Brianna and Aurora would be wicked pissed at me if I hurt you.”

“That’s true,” he murmured, then relaxed. “Although it’d be me hurting myself like an idiot, not you.”

She laughed. “I suppose so. Still, I don’t want to see you hurt. Now relax.”

“Okay.”

He went back to groping her huge, hanging breasts as she kept riding him carefully. She had an incredible amount of control in her movements, which didn’t just take strength but a certain amount of dexterity and spacial awareness. She started to go faster, which was even more impressive, and he listened to her moaning. Her voice grew in pitch and her moans came faster. Fuck, she was going to come. He’d come to recognize that particular set of moans among the women he had become intimate with lately.

It was a very nice sound to hear.

“Yes, Alex...yes, fuck...oh my-fuck!” she cried, and she reached out again and grabbed the headboard tightly.

Alex groaned loudly as he felt her Valkyrie vagina begin to clench and spasm around his dick, felt that gush of feminine sex juices escaping her. And she continued to ride him, increasing the already intense pleasure he was feeling, and it catapulted him over the edge and into the wonderful, pink abyss of his own orgasm.

He had to admit, orgasming bareback into a seven foot Valkyrie as she rode you and was enjoying her own orgasm was a hell of a fucking way to help you forget your problems. For some uncertain moment in time, there was only him and Helena and their sexual unity. He felt himself coming undone, emptying himself into her paranormal pussy, and he felt his leg muscles tensing and releasing in response to the orgasm, and the pleasure was so intense that it didn’t even hurt, or if there was pain, it was very distant.

He came for what felt like a long time, and then he was done, and he collapsed against the bed, feeling very relaxed and very good.

Helena looked down at him with an expression that somehow conveyed both a sort of loving kindness, and smug satisfaction. “There,” she said, almost as if proving a point, and she stood up. His softening cock fell out of her and she walked off the bed, stepping down and walking across the room, back towards the bathroom. He looked at her ass as she went. Fuck, she had such a massive ass. He listened to her clean herself up, then, a moment later, she returned, holding some of her clothes. She took a moment to hunt down the rest, and began dressing.

“Sorry to fuck and run but, like I said, I’ve got places to be,” she said.

“It’s fine. You were amazing. I’m glad we fucked,” he replied.

“The kind of thing I like to hear,” she said as she pulled her pants up and buttoned them. He grunted as she sat her big ass down on the bed hard enough that it shifted him a little violently. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her boots on.

“It’s fine,” he replied, then he sighed. “I need to get ready anyway...what time is it?” he muttered, glancing at Aurora’s digital clock on the bedside table. “Almost two, great. We gotta be there by three. Or, well the appointment is at three, and you know how they are, want you there fifteen minutes early, even if they don’t need you there fifteen minutes early...ugh, I wanted to stay in for the rest of the day. But I can’t.” He sat up.

“Alex,” Helena said, and he immediately looked over at her. There was something in her tone, an immediate heaviness. “I know what you went through was bad, and I know it was bad for you, because I don’t think you’ve gone through anything close to that. And honestly, even after a few hundred years at this, I’m still not really great with words, but...it’s okay to not be okay. Pretending you’re okay doesn’t help. Don’t lie to the people you’re closest to, and don’t lie to yourself. Let yourself...freak out, or cry, or worry. You need to acknowledge what happened. But you also can’t let it change you for the worse. I know that a lot of people don’t get that choice. Some people wind up with PTSD, or anxiety problems, and it isn’t their fault. But if you can...try to be stronger from this. Don’t let what he did own you, or keep you from doing things you want to do. And...I guess, take some time to let everything settle. You’re life got shaken up really bad, and you need to take some time to let the dust settle, and see what exactly you’re working with before going forward.”

They looked at each other for a long time.

“Thank you, Helena,” he said finally.

She smiled, and this time there was nothing but kindness and understanding in it. She opened her arms, and he went over to her and hugged her. She held him firmly. “I’ve been through a lot of really bad shit, Alex, so I know how it hurts. I like you, and I want you to heal.” They hugged for another minute longer, and after they released each other, she looked around. “Where’s your phone?”

“Uh, here,” he said, grabbing it from the bedside table.

“I want to give you my number. My personal number,” she said.

“Okay.” He unlocked his phone and passed it to her. “Not that I’m complaining but...any real reason?”

She finished punching her number in and passed it back. “If you need to talk, about whatever, even just to complain or yell or cry or something, and you want it to be me...call me. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning. Like, I really don’t care what time it is. I’ll answer it, okay?”

“Wow...thanks. I, um, I don’t know what else to say. This is...really appreciated,” he murmured.

“Thanks is enough,” she said. Then she kissed him again and stood up. “Think about what I said. And I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

“So long for now, Alex.”

“So long for now, Helena,” he said, feeling a little dazed. That was...unexpected. Not unpleasant though. The opposite.

He listened to her leave, and before too long, a drive to be at least somewhat responsible forced him to get up, walk into the bathroom, and start up the shower. He was scared, and he didn’t want to leave the apartment for that reason, but also he was tired. It was a strange kind of lethargy. He’d felt it in the hospital, but had passed it off as a side effect of painkillers and recovering from damn near dying. But it had persisted, followed him to the apartment, and had yet to release him. It was a kind of sluggish exhaustion that let him fall off right away when he laid down to sleep, and to stay under for ten or twelve hours at a time.

He could tell that Brianna and Aurora were worried.

It also felt like a mental exhaustion. He hadn’t even tried to work on his music. Mostly he’d just slept, had sex, and played video games or watched cartoons. Brianna and Aurora had been fucking him two to three times a day. Apiece. He could tell they felt guilty, especially Brianna, which made him feel guilty, but it wasn’t like they didn’t want to have sex with him, and he obviously wasn’t extorting it out of them at all.

No, he supposed, what was making him uncomfortable with it was he could tell that they were using it as a kind of emotional band-aid. They were, in their own ways, telling him, or really telling themselves, that they were making it all better with sex. But he didn’t know how to successfully convey to them that he didn’t blame either of them. Really, he kind of blamed himself, but mostly he just blamed Emma’s asshole ex-husband.

It was just...shitty circumstances, combined with one person deciding to do something horrible and unnecessary.

By the time he finished washing up and drying off, he heard the front door to the apartment open, and hated that there was a bolt of fear that hit him, because what if it was someone coming to finish the job? He mostly believed that Jeremiah had been successfully intimidated by Evangeline, and was in enough legal trouble as it was. (He had already given a statement to the police before leaving the hospital, a lengthy one, and they said he might have to appear in court later, something he really wasn’t looking forward to.)

But...what if?

Then he relaxed as he heard Brianna call out, “Alex? Honey?”

“I’m in the bedroom, babe!” he called back.

He gathered his clothes as he listened to them setting groceries down in the kitchen, and then Brianna came into the room. She looked a little relieved, and a little guilty. Which again made him feel guilt.

Goddamn this whole stupid fucking situation Jeremiah had put them all in.

“Did you have fun with Helena?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied as he pulled his boxers on. He winced. “Lots of fun.”

“Let me help you,” she said, hurrying over and grabbing up his jeans.

“I can put my pants on,” he replied, but without much conviction. It did hurt to bend down and grab them.

“That isn’t what I said, love,” Brianna murmured as she began getting his legs into the pants.

“This is embarrassing,” he muttered as she pulled his pants up, had him stand, and pulled them up the rest of the way.

“It doesn’t have to be, Alex. It’s not like I’m secretly thinking that you’re pathetic or anything, honey. I don’t mind helping you...I want to help you...I like helping you,” she said.

“I know, I know. Sorry,” he replied.

She looked up at him, still on her knees, as she buttoned his jeans, then bit her lower lip, looking down at his crotch. “You know, I’m on my knees here...”

He laughed. “Super tempting, but we don’t have time. And I don’t think I could get it up again so soon. Helena was...vigorous.”

First Brianna smirked, then she frowned. “She wasn’t too rough, was she?”

“No, no, not at all,” he replied. “She was very careful, and very...sweet. She gave me her personal number, to call in case I needed to talk.”

“Wow,” Brianna whispered, and finished buttoning and zipping his jeans. “That’s...a big deal. Not a lot of people have that number.”

“I kind of figured. She told me, legitimately, to call anytime, day or night, if I really felt like I needed it.”

“Helena’s a great person,” Brianna said. “Um...I guess I should get ready. Here, lemme change. I want to wear something a bit less...lazy ass twenty-something.” She looked down at herself. She was wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants.

“You look pretty fucking good,” he said, staring at her.

She laughed. “You always think that.”

“It’s always true.”

She hesitated, then she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “I love you, Alex,” she said, her lips so close to his they brushed them when she spoke.

“I love you too, Brianna,” he replied, feeling a warm, comforting rush as he heard those words, and said them back to her.

That was something that was a very positive development in their relationship, at least. He only felt better about saying that, and he was happy that he could say it and mean it, and Brianna seemed positively thrilled. He studied her as she began stripping naked. In a lot of ways, she still blew his fucking mind.

Brianna was, by several magnitudes, more attractive than he was.

He felt like...maybe a six, dating a fucking ten. Honestly, dating a fifteen. She was a goddamned werewolf. But in her human form, she was almost six feet tall, very trimly built, with firm, small muscles on an athletic frame, pale skin, and big fucking tits. Like, goddamn she had some big tits. And they looked even bigger because she was skinny. Her black hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. Every movement was smooth and fluid, like a professional dancer. She didn’t really seem to hesitate in anything she did.

“Oh hey, hello.”

They both looked over. Aurora stood in the doorway with a smirk, studying Brianna closely, who was presently crouched naked on the floor, sorting through her suitcase, which she had yet to actually unpack.

“You gonna fuck? Can I watch?” she asked. “I would’ve thought Helena would have worn you out, Alex.”

“She did,” Brianna replied, “I’m just getting dressed. We need to get to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, fuck, that’s today, huh? You want me to go?” Aurora asked.

“We’ll be fine, Aurora. I know you want to chill out and get high. We won’t be gone for that long,” Brianna replied.

“Yeah, fair enough.” She walked over to Alex and looked at him with a smile. Like a lot of the women now in his life, she was quite tall. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied.

She gave him a hug and a kiss on the mouth. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll leave you two love bugs alone.”

“Isn’t it love birds?” he asked as she began walking away.

“Nope,” she replied without further explanation, and disappeared into the living room.

“Here we go,” Brianna muttered. She pulled some panties on, and then pulled on some tight jeans, a sports bra, and a t-shirt. “Okay, now I’m closer to an adult. I’d wear a dress, but we’re going to a fucking hospital.” She walked over and took his hand. “Ready, honey?”

“Ready,” he said.

They began walking out of the apartment.

Haven 2 Chapter One Preview

So…Haven 2.

I’m sorry it’s taking so long. I think this might be the longest I’ve gone without publishing something, which sucks, and scared me when I fully realized that.

The good news is that I’m taking this whole week to basically just make a shitload of progress on Haven 2. It’s at least 1/3 done as of right now, and when this week is over, it should be at least 2/3 finished, possibly more. I am going to try very hard to have it out in July.

For now, here is the first chapter.

And if you are a 1$/month Patron over on my Patreon, you can read the first AND second chapter right here!


CHAPTER ONE

Even in the cold light of day, David couldn’t shake the uneasiness that had settled over him since the previous night.

After the bandits broke in and had forced the situation that resulted in two deaths, he thought he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He hadn’t wanted to, not at first, but Evelyn had offered to stand guard the rest of the night. He wanted to at least share the responsibility with her, but she’d told him that goliaths didn’t need quite as much sleep as humans, and they didn’t want to put the responsibility on April, she was shaken enough as it was. David didn’t know if Evelyn had been lying about the sleep thing to make him feel better, but finally he’d relented after making her promise to wake him up if anything else happened, or, barring that, at dawn.

Then he’d laid down with April, and had held her. She had cried a bit, and he understood. He was halfway there himself, that had scared the shit out of him, and he imagined it must’ve been worse for her. She’d seemed embarrassed, but shortly after she was done, she’d fallen back asleep. At some point, he’d drifted off as well.

There had been nightmares, and several times he’d woken and shifted, rolling over to check and see that Evelyn was still there, still safe, still okay. She always was. She sat at the table with a book and a candle, lit by it and the mellow glow of the fireplace behind her. Whenever he looked at her, she could tell, and she’d smile and tell him to go back to sleep. Although he’d probably gotten six or maybe even seven hours of sleep, it had been very broken sleep, and he felt kind of shitty right now. But he at least felt properly motivated.

Evelyn seemed pretty much normal, but April was still subdued and anxious. She hadn’t seemed like she’d wanted to stay behind, nor had she wanted to leave, and he felt bad for her. Ultimately she recognized the reality of her situation and had gone with them. As soon as Evelyn had gotten them up, they’d eaten a quick breakfast and then begun packing their most important possessions, mainly the food, the ammo, and the medicine. They had split it between them, as well as a few of their more personal items, then they’d headed out.

It was a crisp, chilly morning, bright with cold sunlight shining down on them through dead trees, made brighter by the layer of frosted snow that covered everything. David had been able to see the bootprints in the snow even in the morning. It made the whole thing scarier somehow, maybe more real. Last night had obviously been real, but when he’d first woken up, he’d wondered if he’d had a nightmare or something. Things that happened suddenly in the night often seemed unreal or impossible in the morning.

But this had happened, and they were acting on it.

At least that was helping. David had spent the first part of his life in fear. The world was fucking terrifying. His parents had done much to shelter him from the worst of it, which was good, because he’d be dead now if they hadn’t, he was almost positive. But they had at least prepared him some as well. He knew how to shoot, reload, and even clean a gun by the time he was twelve. And he was good at it within two years. He’d adopted a workout regimen that kept him in decent shape, limber, and fast. He was decently strong, but he was definitely faster and more dexterous. Which was also good, because otherwise he’d also be dead.

He’d started doing things more often than not maybe five years ago.

It had come sort of as a realization, one of those weird, startling revelations that slammed into you. He’d been trapped in a shack in the middle of nowhere, alone, with zombies outside, and he was going over options in his head. He’d wanted to just wait it out, because eventually they’d wander off...probably. Or at least there were supposed to be other people out and about in the area, and they’d come find him...maybe.

But then he’d just looked down at the gun he was holding, and then up, out the single window of the shack, and it had just kind of come to him: this is what he always did. He always tried to wait it out, he always tried to hide, he always tried to pawn the responsibility off on anybody else, and he suddenly, almost violently, hated that aspect of himself. Even to this day, even right now, he couldn’t explain what had led to this abrupt reversal. He only knew that he’d made a tectonic shift that day, a massive change, and he had emerged from that shack and shot five zombies in the head, and had gone back to the settlement he was staying at a different person.

Now that the knowledge of how he honestly, truly acted had been highlighted for him, he’d begun to recognize it for what it was, and while he didn’t always take action, he did far more often than ever before. And so now, here he was, taking action again. It was necessary, although there was a part of him that was anxious about this. There was a lot to be done, if they were going to make this place, these abandoned campgrounds, their new home.

“Are you doing okay, April?” Evelyn asked.

David glanced over. April still looked sullen and withdrawn. Although now she looked a touch angry. “I’m fine,” she said curtly.

“April-” he began.

“I’m fine!” she snapped.

He stopped, and so did Evelyn. April walked another few paces before slowing to a halt. She didn’t turn around though.

“April...please,” David said. “We’re not trying to be difficult.”

She heaved an explosive sigh and turned around finally. “I know! Fuck! I...I’m sorry,” she said, her shoulders slumping. Her tail twitched behind her. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m just...angry. I’m such a fucking coward and I hate it so fucking much but I don’t know how to be brave.”

“You’re here, now,” Evelyn said.

“After arguing with you about it,” she muttered. She sighed and shook her head. “And now I’m wasting time with this. I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know how to do what you two do, what Ellie does. How to not be afraid and do shit.”

“I’m afraid,” David said.

“You don’t look like it,” April replied uncertainly.

“I know. But I am. I was fucking terrified last night. You’ve probably heard this before, but being brave isn’t the absence of fear. Only sociopaths or people with genetic defects don’t feel fear. Some people feel less, certainly, and that can be learned, over time, but most everyone feels fear. Bravery is doing stuff in spite of fear. You could have demanded to stay home, locked away in the basement, waited for us to make sure it was safe, but you didn’t. That’s brave. You were scared but you did it anyway.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, then looked over at Evelyn. Finally, she spoke. “I want you to do me a favor, both of you.”

“What?” Evelyn asked.

“Put more pressure on me to do things. I mean, not crazy risky things, but stuff that needs to be done. You know, don’t be mean to me, but help me out with this. I’ll try not to be too much of a pain in the ass about it,” she said.

“I can do that,” Evelyn replied.

David nodded. “We can help you with this.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” she said. “We should keep going.”

They kept walking.



David began to feel better as they reached the campgrounds.

It was oddly comforting to see them. The buildings, the fence, the surrounding forest. It looked like a fairly defensible position, once they’d made some repairs. And put some barbed wire on the top. That would definitely help.

“What first?” April murmured.

“We need to secure the area. Anyone or anything could’ve gotten in since the last time we were here. After that, we can decide the specifics of our new home,” David replied.

“I wanna live in the big building,” April murmured, glancing at the three-story structure.

“Same,” Evelyn replied.

“Then it’s decided, we’ll live there. Evelyn, I’m thinking we should split up, you go right, I go left, we search the cabins one by one until we meet on the other side, then we search the main building,” David said.

“Sounds good to me,” Evelyn replied.

“What about me?” April asked.

David had been considering that. “I have a job for you. I need you to check the perimeter, the space between the backs of the cabins and the fence, to see if anything or anyone is inside.” He handed her his pistol and a spare magazine. “Do you feel comfortable doing that?”

She frowned, then accepted the pistol. “I can do it,” she replied. “I will do it.”

“Good. Thank you. Shout if you see anything. When you’re finished, wait for us in the center of the campgrounds.”

“Okay.”

She turned and walked off after checking over the pistol with a reassuring certainty. David had the suspicion that April wasn’t as bad at things as she thought she was. She just needed some more confidence. And the only way to build confidence was to do things. Typically successfully doing things helped, but he was surprised how many times he’d failed, and felt better than if he’d never tried at all. He watched her go, then grabbed his shotgun and nodded to Evelyn. She nodded back. They headed into the main area and looked around.

Seeing nothing, they split up and began their search of the cabins. David settled into his search mentality, focusing on the here and now, listening for anything, looking for clues that might tip off if someone had been here recently. Or if someone was still here. Or something. The newer ones were smart enough to hide in wait, which was a whole new level of terrifying. He cleared the first cabin, finding nothing but empty rooms and lonely places. After checking it, he moved on to the next one. And this was how the next half an hour passed. David suspected that no one was here, and by the time they met back at the main building, he’d been proven right. At least so far. Neither Evelyn nor April reported seeing anything.

They headed into the main building. It looked undisturbed. They took the time to search the building over top to bottom, and found nothing. Although David found a bathroom on the third floor that he’d overlooked initially.

“Okay...now what?” Evelyn asked as they came to stand back down in the main room of the first floor.

“First, who gets where for bedrooms? How do we wanna do that?” David replied.

“Well, given my size and the fact that you’re my boyfriend, I say we get that master bedroom up on the third floor,” Evelyn said.

“Fair enough. April?”

“Well, I want to be near you, but I would also like my own space, so I think the smaller bedroom next to the master bedroom up there would make the most sense,” she replied.

“Perfect. I think the next order of business is to empty our packs somewhere safe. Ideally one of us would stay here and guard it, but...I really think we should get everything out today, which will happen faster if all of us are transporting.”

“I’m okay with that,” April replied.

“Yeah. I think this place is secure. And I’m pretty decent at hiding things,” Evelyn said.

“Perfect. Let’s do it.”



As they made their way back home, David was happy to note that he was feeling a lot better. This was going very smoothly so far. Although it could all go to hell very abruptly, which he tried not to think about. That was just the nature of life nowadays. More so than ever before. As they came to their previous home, he felt fear shoot into him as he saw someone standing outside the door, waiting, but he relaxed when they turned to face him.

He recognized this person.

“Ashley?” he asked.

“Hello David. Hello Evelyn. Thank you again for rescuing me.” She looked at April. “We haven’t been introduced,” she said, and put her hand forward.

April took it tentatively. “I’m April.”

“Good to meet you. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah...mostly,” Evelyn replied.

“We were attacked last night. We’re fine, but we’ve decided to live somewhere a bit more secure,” David answered.

“Oh. Well, that sucks, but I’m glad it turned out okay.”

“Did you need something?” he asked.

“Yes. Well, not need per say, more want. My parents are...too cautious. My whole family is. Understandable, given the circumstances, but cautious isn’t always the answer. I’ve been scouting, I’ve found a few buildings I think are worth checking out, and I’m not reckless, so I figured I’d ask for some backup. And you came to mind,” she said.

David glanced at the other two women. “How do you feel about that?”

“We can handle this,” Evelyn replied. She had a small smile on her face. “Go have fun.”

David hesitated. There was something about the way she’d said that. He didn’t think that this excursion would be particularly fun.

Unless she thought something else was going to happen.

He glanced again at Ashley. Well, it would be nice to have fun with her.

“Okay, uh, let’s go then,” he said. “I’ll meet you both back at the camp.”

He gave each of them a hug and a kiss, then joined Ashley. She looked at him, a very small smile on her face, then she glanced back at the other two women, then she turned and began walking. David followed after her, wondering what that had been about. Obviously there was some kind of subtle thing happening, but he’d always been a bit on the slow side when it came to subtlety. In a way he found that he was missing some crucial sense. It was like being deaf but not blind. You sure as hell could see gunfire, but you had no idea what it sounded like.

“So...” she said after a few minutes as they walked south.

“So?” he replied.

“I saw you give both of them a kiss. On the mouth.”

“Uh...yeah. I did.”

“I kind of suspected you and Evelyn had something sultry going on, based on how you two interacted when you saved me. But I didn’t know you had another girl, let alone another inhuman,” she said.

“And what do you think about that?” he replied after a moment.

She laughed loudly. “That was an incredibly neutral statement. Don’t worry, I’m not judging you. I don’t disapprove. I approve, actually. Takes guts to date an inhuman.”

“Why?” he asked. It came out more defensive than he meant it to.

“Oh, not for the reason you might think. I’m not saying it takes guts to like an inhuman, you like who you like. We don’t get to pick our crushes. No, it takes guts to date an inhuman. To act on those feelings. I mean, for both of you. We humans aren’t the only ones who can be racist. I respect your relationship...relationships. Not just interracial, but polyamorous, too. Now that’s interesting.” She paused. “Is this weird?”

“A little,” he admitted.

“Should we stop talking about it?”

“I mean...no, we don’t have to.”

“Okay, good. I’m curious. What’s it like with them? What’s the exact nature of your relationship?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he replied, honestly curious.

“I told you: it’s interesting. I love interesting things.”

“Fair enough, I guess. Evelyn and I met maybe two weeks ago on the road. We became fast friends, and then we...hooked up, the night River View fell. We decided that, since we liked each other and were really attracted to each other, we should be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Very cute. And April?”

“Well, we rescued her from River View by chance. She was trapped and injured. We’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but we are sexually involved. I mean, I guess we’re not not boyfriend and girlfriend. Evelyn is happy for us. April is...tender. I’m attracted to her and I want to make her happy, make her feel good.”

“And I bet it makes you feel really good to fuck that rep pussy.”

He chuckled nervously, feeling heat rushing to his cheeks. “I mean...yeah.”

“I’ve only ever been with an inhuman once. A jag girl who was about ten years older than me. Hundreds of miles from here awhile ago. It was...extremely good.”

“Yeah...” he murmured, thinking of Ellie.

“Oh? You’ve been with a jag, too?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“You’re blushing...do you have a third girlfriend?” she asked, suddenly interested again, grinning broadly.

“I mean...sorta.”

“Wow, you fucking get around. Rep, goliath, and jag? Who is she?”

“Just someone I met out and about. She’s...I don’t want to talk about it really?”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t really know how she feels about our relationship. Not that we really have one. We’re friends...I think. She’s secretive, but I guess she likes me, given how many times we’ve fucked. But I don’t know if she’d be okay with other people knowing about us. I mean, Evelyn and April know, but I don’t want to make her upset or embarrassed or uncomfortable, you know?”

“That’s fair. I really respect that. Most guys can’t shut the fuck up about the chicks they’ve fucked.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to talk about it, honestly. Evelyn and April are both very beautiful, but this woman is...something else. Just...wow. She’s amazing.”

“You are in lust with her.”

“Yeah. Really bad. She’s just...she’s something else. But again, she has a right to privacy.”

“Well, I think highly of that. Hey, there’s the first building.”

He could see it. It was another abandoned cabin, (how many of them were there sprinkled throughout the region?), and it looked to be in pretty bad shape. The front door was open. Something about that didn’t sit right with him.

David pulled out his pistol.

As they approached, he heard something shift inside. Both of them froze. Could be anything in there: an undead, an animal, a human that may or may not intend harm. He glanced at Ashley. She had drawn her own sidearm.

“Back me up,” he whispered, and when she nodded to him, he began making his way towards the front door.

Another sound came to him as he crept closer, but it was so faint. Whatever it was had to be fairly stealthy. Which kind of narrowed it down. David reached the porch and stepped onto it. It creaked loudly under his boot and he winced. Something let out another sound, this one entirely organic, and he heard light footsteps rapidly approaching.

“Shit!” he snapped, and began backing off.

Before he could make it more than two steps away from the cabin, a stalker appeared in all its undead, horrifying glory. He aimed and fired. It was a good shoot and punched a hole right through its forehead, dropping the creature in an instant. He wasn’t ready for the one immediately behind it. He fired and missed, still backpedaling.

Ashley was ready.

She put two shots into its head, one in the right eye, one in its mouth, and blew its rotting brains out. David prepared himself for another assault, but no more of them came. He slowly let out his breath, shaking slightly.

Those things always scared the shit out of him.

“Fuck, I hate those fuckers,” Ashley snapped. Apparently she felt much the same way.

“We should make sure there’s no more of them,” David said after a few seconds.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Let’s get it over with.”

They moved carefully into the cabin and did a search of it, but found nothing hanging out in any of the shadowy niches or hidden areas. Once they were sure it was safe, they began their secondary search, hunting for useful supplies. The feeling of anxiety began to abate as they settled in, and David found himself wanting to know more about her. Already, he felt that Ashley was an intriguing person, definitely the kind he was interested in.

And not just because she was in really good shape and had a really beautiful face, but also because of her personality.

He seemed to be drawn to women like her.

“So how have things been going with your family?” he asked.

“Fine, I guess. We’ve been fighting a little.” She hesitated, then looked guilty. “I guess more than a little. We’re kind of different. We didn’t used to be, or at least not this much, but the past year has changed my parents. They’ve always been cautious, I’ve always been...”

“Reckless?”

She snorted. “No!...maybe. I was going to say bold or maybe daring, but yeah, I guess, if I’m being honest, reckless. I’m less so now, because they rely on me a lot. My dad’s like twelve years older than my mom, and she obviously isn’t young anymore, so he can’t really do as much. I mean, he’s in good shape for his age, but, you know, for his age is kind of a low bar. I mean, not that I’m dumping on him or anything. My dad’s a great guy. He used to be more like me, not reckless but he would risk his life a lot for us. He almost died six months ago, broke his arm, and I think that...kinda knocked a lot of his confidence out of him. Which my mom likes, in that she likes him not risking his life all the time. She’s very capable, but really cautious...”

She sighed suddenly. He looked over at her. She had been digging through a box, but now she was staring at the wall in front of her.

“What?” he asked.

“I just...I was going to leave. I’m twenty six now. I’ve been wanting to be on my own for a few years, but my parents kept talking me out of it. And then everything changed when the...the mutations came. Even with all that was happening, I feel like I could leave, just go somewhere on my own, but...my little brother. I can’t stand the thought of abandoning him.”

“I’m sorry,” David murmured.

“Me too.” She laughed suddenly, the sound a little bitter. “Honestly, one of the upsides of what happened recently is that I finally feel the pressure coming off. The pressure to get out and do things, because I’m the most capable person in my household. My parents always had some reason to keep me from going out into the wilderness, looking for adventure. But now? Doesn’t matter what they say, I’m really the only one that can go out and find food, supplies, help. Even then, they still argue with me whenever I head out.”

“Where would you go?” he asked.

“That’s the thing, I don’t even know. It’s not like I have this dream destination in mind or anything. I don’t want to go anywhere specific. I just want to go, you know? Although I’m beginning to wonder if that’s true.”

“What do you mean?”

“The urge to be on my own was...overwhelming, maybe two years ago. I’d run away a lot. I mean, not like run away run away, but, you know, I’d leave. And just take walks. I mean, I know how to defend myself, I’ve got good reflexes, good senses. But it’s nowhere near as bad as it used to be. I’m...not calm, but calmer. I find myself grateful to be with my family more, that we’re all still alive and okay, for the most part. I don’t know, I just wish there was some kind of, you know, some way I could balance the two things.”

“Maybe you can,” David said.

“How?”

“There was a woman I met earlier, and...what?” he asked. She’d turned to look at him suddenly and she had that smirk on her face again.

“The way you said that...did you sleep with her?”

“I, um, well...” he hesitated, derailed both by her question and by the sudden flood of memories of having amazing sex with Cait.

How many women have you actually fucked since coming here?” she asked.

“Four,” David replied. “Just four.”

She laughed. “Yeah, just four.”

“I got really lucky. That is nowhere near normal. Like, not even close. This is the most sexual activity I’ve had like...ever. And it was just once with this other woman. But that’s not my point. My point is, she lives a kind of...drifting lifestyle, it seems. She just moves around the region all the time, doing a ton of different things. She has a lot of different places she stays at. You could do something like that, you know? Have wherever your parents are staying be like your home base, and you go back there every few days. But otherwise, you’re out and about, doing things, helping people, looking for supplies, you know?”

“Hmm...” She fell silent, her gaze falling as she thought about it. “That’s actually a really good idea. I guess I never really thought that a middle ground was an actual possibility. I’ll have to think about it. But thank you, that’s a good idea.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured in reply, sure that he was blushing again.

And now he was thinking about Cait, and the way she moaned for him to impregnate her. Fuck that had been hot. Maybe he should ask Evelyn to ask for the same thing, although it wasn’t quite the same, given he knew he couldn’t impregnate her. Although he knew-well, he didn’t know for a fact that he couldn’t knock Cait up, it was just ridiculously unlikely. Whatever, it had been awesomely hot, and he hoped he saw her again, and that she’d want to fuck him again, because she was probably the hottest human he’d ever seen.

Definitely the hottest he’d ever been with.

They finished searching the cabin and found nothing more than some clothes that might make for semi-decent trading. With the search finished, they left the cabin and moved back out into the crisp winter air.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“There’s a house a little farther north I want to check out,” she replied.

“All right, lead me to it.”

They set off once again.


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CHAPTER ONE

David was now almost positive that he was completely screwed.

If there was a checklist for being screwed in a world ravaged by an apocalypse scenario, then he supposed he’d check off most of them.

Being alone? Check.

Being under-equipped? Check.

Being in the presence of dangerous, mutant monsters that would gleefully shred his intestines at the first available opportunity? Check.

Being lost? Check.

At least he wasn’t wounded, but it was almost dark, and it was colder than it had been all year so far. His breath was actually foaming on the air, which hadn’t happened until today. It was a terrible sign that winter was very, very close.

Technically speaking, David wasn’t sure he was lost per say, because he wasn’t really sure where he was going. This was new territory, and he’d been desperately trying to find some sign of civilization for the past two days. Presently, he stood in the middle of a clearing, looking at the mostly dead trees surrounding him, beneath a darkening gray sky, straining his ears to hear if anything was around him. That was the problem with these new creatures: they were so effective at murder. He never thought he’d miss the day where the only things he had to deal with were zombies and assholes looking to rob him. Those were practically golden days compared to this.

“Shit,” he whispered as he turned around.

Something definitely shifted among the trees and scrub bushes from back the way he’d come. He had a vague notion of heading east, but that hadn’t gotten him anywhere but woods and more woods so far. David tightened his grip on his pistol. It was all he had left at this point. He’d had to trade his hunting rifle not too long ago to join the caravan heading for safety and shelter, and now they and it were gone.

Whatever the thing was, it was creeping closer.

He took aim, waiting, heart hammering in his chest, blood starting to pound in his ears. He could do this. He’d done it before. How many times had he fought for his life? Shoot something? Shot someone? Too many to count at this point. But growing up in a world that had already been devastated for a few decades before you were even born, well...that tended to be an average life for someone who was still alive at the age of twenty four.

What was it?

He was in the woods, so it was probably a damned stalker. Those things were horrifying. He caught a flicker of movement between two of the trees and cursed softly again, adjusting his aim. The sunlight was fading, already heading into twilight. He shifted anxiously. Something again moved, and then silence. The tension was really starting to get to him. There was definitely something there. What if it was a person? He honestly couldn’t tell if it was getting closer or farther away. Maybe it was a person, and they’d been hiding, and now they were subtly trying to retreat because they didn’t know if he was a monster–

A maddened blur of movement abruptly burst out of hiding, into the clearing, and started coming right for him.

David shouted and opened fire, but he saw a second muzzle flare and heard a second gunshot just barely before his own. His shot went wild, but the second (or, he supposed, first), shot hit the back of the creature’s head and sent it sprawling to the dirt like ragdoll. He exhaled sharply as it skidded across the ground and came to rest almost at his feet. It had indeed been a stalker, a slim, slender horror cast in green and brown, and gray as well, meant to blend into the environment. It had long, sharp claws, like black talons, that glinted dully in the fading twilight.

“You were really lucky I was here.”

He looked up sharply, his mind stuttering to catch up to the situation as he abruptly remembered that someone else was there, and that they were armed. He saw movement among the trees not far from where the stalker had come from. It was a lot more obvious this time. David shifted aim as he waited for whoever it was to come to him.

It could be anyone, with any intention.

“Relax, I’m not looking to shoot or rob you,” the person said.

A woman emerged from the trees and he tensed up. She was human and very attractive, and that made him suspicious. He’d seen very attractive women used as bait to lure in horny wanderers before. There were usually armed and armored assholes somewhere nearby, ready to jump on you the second you got close enough. But...no. She didn’t fit. Those women were always dressed very scantily, were always unarmed, and way more...demure.

Nothing about this woman seemed demure.

She had on a leather jacket, reinforced cargo pants, and heavy boots. She had on a large backpack and the handle of probably a snub-nosed shotgun peeked over one shoulder. This woman could probably grab it, aim, and fire accurately in a second. An air of extreme competent hovered around her like a presence.

“Thanks,” he said, lowering his pistol.

“Not a problem, I like helping people out. And you look like you need help,” she replied.

He fought an instinct to respond immediately in the opposite, because there was a culture out there among the wanderers and travelers, and a line like ‘you look like you need help’ was often an insult, meant to cut deeply.

But she didn’t look like she was trying to insult him. On top of that, he did need help. Even if there wasn’t something trying to kill him in this moment, he was still lost and alone, with a frigid night on rapid approach.

“I do,” he admitted.

“Okay. You want to come stay at my campsite?” she offered.

“I would,” he replied, then paused. “You’re really just offering? What do you want in return?”

“Nothing,” the woman answered. “I just like helping people.”

He considered it a moment longer. She seemed pretty genuine. Was this a trap? Was there some angle he just wasn’t seeing? “What’s your name?”

“Cait,” she replied.

He frowned, then nodded and started walking towards her, stepping over the corpse of the stalker. Whatever she might be up to, David had to concede that going with her was not only his best bet of survival right now, but his only one.

“What’s your name?” Cait asked as he joined her and they started walking, leaving the clearing, heading into the dead forest.

“David,” he replied.

“Okay, David. So...what the hell are you doing all the way out here, by yourself? You’re the only person I’ve come across today and I’ve been scouting all day,” Cait asked.

He sighed. “I was with a group. We’ve been traveling for a few weeks now, looking for a place to settle for the winter. We’d heard that there was a settlement in this region and that’s where we were going. Then we got attacked by some stalkers and most of the group died, I got separated...that was a few days ago. I’m pretty sure everyone else is dead.”

“Fuck, that’s horrible. I’m sorry,” Cait said. “Well, the good news is that I can give you a relatively safe place to stay for the night, and I can point you towards a settlement. I’m not sure if it was the one you were looking for, but it is a village, and it’s not too far away from here. Maybe three hours’ or so walk. Most of which is on a road.”

“Wow...thank you. Uh, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

“Exploring, adventuring. It’s what I do. This was one of my farther excursions. I felt like coming out far this way for some reason today. Good thing for you I did. Normally I hang around the area the settlement is built in. There’s a lot around, actually. Some abandoned buildings, some outposts set up, a mountain, a lot of forests, a lake, a river, an island. It’s a cool region, actually.”

“Huh. So you...live in the village, or...”

“No, not really. Sometimes I’ll hit up the inn and stay there for a few nights if I’m feeling lonely or I had a really close call or something. But I’m pretty much a wandering nomad. This region is my home. I’ve been exploring it for about two years now. Generally I just kill monsters, plunder old buildings, and help people,” Cait explained.

“That sounds...interesting,” he said. “And dangerous.”

“Oh it is, but I’d admittedly rather do this than settle down. Ah, there we are, home for the night,” she said.

Her campsite turned out to be a small cabin tucked away in a small clearing. By the time they actually hit the front door, the sunlight was almost totally gone from the night, and it was very cold. The wind was picking up, and it had a bitter chill to it. David eagerly followed her into the cabin and closed the door behind him. He saw there were a few locks on it, and he hit them all. Looking around, he saw the windows had been neatly boarded over. They were all uniform and solid-looking boards, nothing haphazard about it.

Although there was only one main room, (there was also a tiny closet and a very small bathroom), it was surprisingly cozy and neat.

“Is this like...your place?” he asked. “It looks nice.”

“Thank you, but it’s not. Just one of them. One of the many things I do as I roam is find places like this and fix them up,” Cait replied as she moved over to a fireplace. She shrugged out of her pack, crouched down, and began getting a fire going.

He couldn’t help but check out her ass. It was really nice, and looked almost showcased with how the pants pulled up tight against it. She was clearly very fit, but there were some nice curves to her. David made himself focus. She’d brought him here to be nice, not to fuck him. Although man would that be fucking awesome.

“Any particular reason?” he asked as he got out of his pack and set it down on the floor next to the single bed in the room.

“It’s fun. That’s why I got started. I wanted a variety of places I could go. But when the new variants started showing up, I figured it would be more helpful to have secure locations scattered across the world. Both for myself and for unlucky travelers like yourself. I leave a little bit of emergency supplies in each one of them.”

The new variants.

Just the mention of them sent a shiver of dread through him. Although he’d been told that the world used to not be a large ruin where half of humanity had been turned into zombies, and half the survivors mutated in a variety of inhumans, he found it hard to imagine. And often counted himself lucky. He’d been born a couple of decades after the great collapse, so to him, zombies roaming around everywhere was pretty normal.

And then, at some point during this year, the virus that turned some people into zombies, and some people into inhumans, began morphing. Rapidly. Suddenly, the zombies became a lot deadlier, and the inhumans, who were immune to the virus, found that they were now capable of turning into deadly nightmarish monstrosities as well.

Nobody knew why this was happening, nor how, only that it was, and apparently everywhere. Or everywhere he’d heard of at least. While before he’d only had to learn to deal with zombies and thieves, now he had a whole array of horrific beasts to survive.

“Aren’t you worried they’ll get broken into and stolen?” David asked, trying to get his mind off the subject of the variants.

“Yeah, I’m sure it happens sometimes, but it’s not like there’s a huge cache of supplies here or something. And I guess I’d rather help the occasional asshole if it means also helping a lot of good people,” Cait replied.

She got the fire going and stood up. She pulled off a black beanie she was wearing and tossed it onto the mantle above the fireplace, letting her hair down. He saw that she had short red hair, and his attraction to her suddenly spiked.

“What should we do about dinner?” Cait asked as she moved over to the door and checked it out. After she seemed confident it was secure, she began checking the windows.

“I don’t have much on me,” David replied.

“That’s fine. I’ve got some canned beef and some bacon stored here. We can fry some up in a pan. Why don’t you get that started? Everything’s in that cabinet over there,” she suggested, pointing to a little kitchenette area that took up one corner of the room.

He got to it, pulling open the cabinets and tracking down a few cans of beef and some sliced bacon, stored in a plastic container. He found a battered black skillet and an old spatula, and brought it all over to the fire.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Cait said as she finished securing the area, then moved over to join him by the fireplace.

“Not much to tell, honestly. I was born in a little village a long ways northwest. When I was eight the village was destroyed by a fire and my parents were killed. A friend of the family adopted me, and we spent the next decade trying to find a new place to settle, but we never stayed anywhere for more than half a year.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Cait said. “Why?”

“Something would always go wrong. Bad luck. Sometimes the area was just too dangerous. Sometimes there’d be some kind of natural disaster. There was an earthquake at one point. And then we moved towards the middle of the country, and there were a lot of tornadoes. And then we moved pretty far to the south, but a terrible storm hit one summer and wiped out almost everything. I was pretty lucky to get out of that one alive. There was a lot of flooding. And sometimes there were just no prospects there. The community was too tight-knit, they weren’t interested in helping outsiders,” he explained.

“Not surprising,” Cait muttered. “So...how’d you end up here?”

“Well, after wandering from settlement to settlement for so long, I kind of got used to it. I don’t know if I’d say that I prefer it, but it just became my default setting. So I’ve just been, you know, wandering around,” he replied with a shrug. A few seconds passed. “Wow, that got like...kind of dark really fast. Sorry.”

“Why? I’m not,” Cait replied. “I mean, okay, that came off wrong. I’m sorry about the shitty parts, definitely. But...I don’t care that we just met and the conversation took a dark turn. I enjoy these kinds of conversation.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“They’re...real.” She paused, frowning and staring into the fire. David took the opportunity to tend to the meal. “People value different things,” she said finally. “I mean, there’s the obvious stuff: food, water, warmth, shelter. But then there’s the deeper stuff. People put their time and effort towards other things. Some people like to collect things. Some people like to hunt things. Some people like to help other people. I certainly value helping other people, but one of the things I love experiencing, I love cultivating, are real moments of connection. And that’s hard to find, honestly. People are so...guarded. But this conversation feels real,” she explained.

“That makes sense, I think,” David replied, considering her words. He kept tending to the meat, making sure it didn’t get burned. He did understand what she was saying, and he did know about the connection that could be made between two people. The older people he’d come across still sometimes had curious ideas about how long it should take to form a friendship, or relationship, or to have sex, but David had never understood that. In a world where you might get your head blown off or your guts ripped out on any given day…

Why wouldn’t you try to find pleasure and happiness wherever you could?

And he also knew what she was talking about, how rare it was to find real connections. He’d made fewer of them than he would care to admit, but he knew that relationships were on a spectrum, and he’d gotten at least semi-decent at figuring out where whoever it was he was talking to had landed. A lot of people were guarded, or were only interested in nothing more than polite and shallow conversation, which he supposed was fair enough. You couldn’t go around spilling your guts to whoever happened to cross your path. There were some friendships that developed naturally over time, but with the lifestyle he had, one where he now tended to stay at a place no longer than a month, or if it was wintertime, three months or so, that wasn’t very feasible. And there was something about Cait, something he’d noticed right away.

“So...in your mind, does this feel like a genuine, rare connection?” he asked.

“It does,” she replied, and smiled at him. “I like you. I like this conversation.”

He felt another pulse of desire hit him hard in his lower stomach, but ignored it for the moment. “I like you, too,” he replied.

“Good! A lot of people don’t,” she said.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I’m too independent, too headstrong, and...admittedly a little too rash in my decision-making. It’s why I largely travel and work alone. I made peace with the fact that I’m kind of impulsive and like to do dangerous things, but I couldn’t make peace with the fact that I might be putting other people in danger. I have no problem risking my life, I couldn’t tolerate risking other people’s lives,” she replied.

“So you never work with anyone? I mean, what if people are willing to also risk their lives on whatever it is your doing?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I work with people. I just meant as a general rule. Sometimes I need help and what I’m doing is too important to fuck up, so I ask for help...I think our dinner might be done,” she said.

He returned his attention to the meat and the bacon, cooking in the skillet besides the fire. It did look done. She got up and moved back over to the kitchen, then returned with a plate. He took out the meat and heaped it onto the plate, then set it down for it to cool. While they waited, the pair each pulled out a canteen of water, then settled in for dinner. For a little while, neither of them spoke, eating the meat after it had cooled down.

“Thank you for this, really. You saved my life,” David said.

“I know,” Cait replied, then grinned at him. “And you’re welcome.” As she ate the last of her meal, she shifted her foot closer to him, until it was resting against his own foot. It felt strangely deliberate. He looked up at her, and she stared back at him with intense blue eyes. He felt a pulse of excitement shoot through him, but felt it hesitated uncertainly. He had to be misinterpreting this. She was a lot more attractive than he was, and she had to have like a decade on him. There was no way she’d be interested in him.

“So...” she said slowly.

“...so?” he replied uncertainly.

She laughed. “Um...anything you particular feel like doing?”

“I mean...maybe?” he replied, more uncertain than ever. She was still looking at him suggestively, and her tone of voice was even more suggestive, but he still could be misreading this, and he didn’t want to offend her or look like an idiot. Or have her laugh at him for the mere idea of her wanting to have sex with him.

“Anything, like, specific you want do tonight? It’s just going to be the two of us here, alone together...in this cabin...with the one bed...”

“Okay, are you like leading me somewhere with this?” he asked suddenly, at one both frustrated and unable to stand the mounting curiosity of if she actually wanted to fuck him.

“Duh!” she cried, then laughed. “Sex, David! I want to have sex!”

“With me?” he asked.

She burst out laughing. “Well no shit! There’s no one else here! I mean, if you’re not interested, please tell me, but if you are, which I think you are, because I’ve seen your wandering eyes–not that I mind–but if you are interested, then speak up! Say so!”

“I’m interested. I really want to fuck you,” he replied, the words tumbling out of him.

“Was that so hard?” she asked.

“I mean, kinda, yeah. Why didn’t you just ask from the start?”

She sighed. “I dunno, people tell me I’m too...pushy. Too forward. And I love having sex, and I meet people. Some of them ask me, but some of them don’t. And once it was pointed out to me that some of the guys I was fucking who might not be into it I might be kind of just pushing into sex. And so I try to let guys, or girls, ask me first.”

“Who wouldn’t be into you?” he replied.

“Gay dudes, bisexuals who just aren’t into ladies right now, inhumans who get turned off by humans?”

“You fuck inhumans?” he asked.

“Yes. I do,” she said very matter-of-factly. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No! No, not at all. I was just...surprised. People don’t really admit to that, you know?”

“Oh...” she smirked suddenly. “Have you been sticking your cock in some inhuman ladies, you naughty boy?”

“I mean...twice, yeah. I haven’t had a lot of opportunity admittedly,” he replied. “Why is it I tentatively question whether or not you’ve fucked inhumans and you get super defensive, but I admit to it and suddenly I’m a ‘naughty boy’?”

“I’m just teasing you, David. Really, it’s nice to meet a fellow sexual liberal who admits they want to or have fucked inhumans. So...who’d you fuck?”

“You really want to know?” he asked.

“Yeah! I mean, we’re about to have sex, this is arousing conversation. Although wait, hold that thought. I want to wash up first,” she replied.

“Okay...you got enough spare water?”

She leaned forward suddenly, felt along the floorboards, and suddenly pried up a collection of them, revealing a little space beneath. In it was a small wooden box, and beneath that was a bucket. She pulled both out. Opening the box, she pulled out two bars of soap and two washcloths. The bucket was full of water.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yep. Nice, huh? The heat from the fireplace gets into that little niche and warms the water. Or thaws it, if it’s frozen. I try to replace it whenever I can. There’s a little stream nearby that makes it easy. Now strip, and wash. I prefer my fuck friends clean before I filthy them up,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, and began stripping down.

He felt almost electrified with lust right now. How long had it been since he’d had sex? Six months? Yes...about six or seven months. Way, way too long. And it wasn’t like it was exactly packed before that, either.

David’s eyes became wholly focused on Cait as she started stripping. She was easily the most physically attractive woman he had ever hooked up with, which only became more apparent as she lost her clothing. Once her bra, which was little more than a very tight, smaller shirt, came off and freed her pale, good-sized breasts, he felt a new wave of intense desire and almost desperate need wash over him and rush through him.

When her panties came off her and he saw the pleasant thickness to her very firm hips and thighs, and beautiful pussy, it only got worse.

“So, come on, spill it. Who and when and why?” she asked as she crouched by the bucket, dunked the soap and cloth in it, and began washing herself.

“Yes, right,” he said, and pushed past the roadblock he encountered when it came time to take off his boxers. Being that he traveled around a lot and at least tried to stick to a decent regimen of working out, David was actually in pretty good shape. He was mostly made of lean muscle and his physique was at least somewhat visible. And he’d been naked in front of women before. It tended to happen when sex was imminent.

But he still felt that intense twinge of discomfort when revealing his dick. How did Cait peel off her own underwear with such apparent ease? Maybe it just came with age and experience. Once he was naked, he joined her in washing.

“I lost my virginity to a rep girl,” he said.

“Ooh, really? Very nice,” she replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean losing your virginity is...okay, it can be nice. But losing it to an inhuman...well, tell me how it was.”

“It was good. It was really good. I met her awhile ago, at one of the villages were staying at. I was seventeen. We both were. Unfortunately, the village got attacked the next day and we got split up and I just...never saw her again.”

“That’s awful! I’m sorry,” Cait said.

“Yeah. But the only other time I had sex with an inhuman was the last time I got laid, about six months ago. I was passing through a village, I had some spare ammo on me, so I hired a jag prostitute and we...had a great night.”

“Oh give me a break, ‘had a great night’, come on, give me more than that,” Cait said.

“Well...she had an amazing ass. We fucked in missionary at first...and then we switched to doggystyle, and I finished in her pussy...then she let me fuck in the ass. It felt amazing. She also had access to her own tub. We fucked in the morning in that tub, and then I didn’t get a chance to see her again,” he replied.

“Why not? She sounds great.”

“I was going to, but then the town got attacked by a pack of zombies and stalkers...”

Cait sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I get that. That’s happening way too much nowadays.” She shook her head. “But I don’t want to get into that. Tonight, I want to have fun, happy sex.”

“Speaking of which...um...I don’t have any protection. I don’t think I can reproduce, but I’m also not sure...”

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t think I can reproduce either, and this wonderful virus that mutated so many of us into monsters also pretty much wiped out STDs, which I used to say was a side effect that was worth it, but not any longer...anyway, point is: I want bareback sex. And don’t you dare pull out. Even if I do get pregnant, I wouldn’t care too much. I kind of want a kid.”

“Oh...wow, okay.”

She grinned at him. “Does that turn you on?” she asked. “You thinking about getting me pregnant?”

“I mean...yeah, kinda?” he admitted, laughing nervously.

“Oh don’t give me that, I can see your eyes. More than kinda...well, let’s make this romantic. And let’s...let’s pretend you’re trying to get me pregnant.”

Fuck, he didn’t think he could actually get hornier than he currently was, but, well here it was. He felt an all new pulse of mad sexual energy shoot through him and his erection begin to throb. He swallowed. “I would like that.”

She grinned, looking very sultry suddenly. “I would like that too, David,” she said softly. “Finish up washing. Hurry now.”

He nodded and finished up. She moved back over the niche and reached down into it, pulling out a pair of towels. She tossed him one and he caught it, then quickly began drying off. He actually couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Goddamn he wanted her. He couldn’t stop looking at her body. She had so much beautiful, pale skin, with the occasional scar. Cait was clearly in good shape, but she also clearly enjoyed good meals. She had a very nice amount of padding to her body. She did seem like she’d be really good at hunting, which was still probably the best way to get meals. He looked down at her pussy again. The hair around it was short and red. He loved redheaded women so fucking much.

“Okay, enough drying,” she said, tossing the towel on the floor in front of the fireplace.

He agreed and did the same. They raced over to the bed. As they practically dove into it, she immediately began kissing him, pressing her luscious, hot lips against his own. He groaned at her touch, at her embrace, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him. He loved the feel of her. She let out her own moan of satisfaction as they locked lips and began to share saliva. As she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth, he tasted her, her natural taste, and it was good. A little sweet, kind of strong.

Her tongue sought his, and soon they were twining and twisting together, wrapping around each other as they passionately made out. David let go of her and put a hand in between them, then began groping one of her big, firm, pale breasts. She felt amazing. Every aspect of her was wondrous and he loved how immediately intimate she was with him. In a way, it felt like they had been lovers before. Her comfort and familiarity with him was welcome. But it also had that gleeful sexual rush of being with a brand new partner.

After a moment, she broke the kiss and looked at him with wild eyes. “Let’s sixty-nine. I want to be on top,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied.

“Thanks!” She kissed him briefly, then shifted around. David laid flat on his back and she straddled his face, settling her pussy over his mouth, and then lowered herself. He stuck his tongue out, seeking her clit, and shivered with excitement as he felt her breath hot against his throbbing erection. He groaned softly as he felt a comforting warmth envelop his balls. She grasped them in her palm and gently began to massage that.

“Oh, you like that, hmm?”

“Hmm-hmm,” he replied, and then she cried out as he found her clit and began to tongue it with slow, sure licks.

“Yes...fuck,” she moaned. “I like that.”

Then he groaned as a fresh wave pleasure hit him when she began to drag her tongue slowly, languorously across the head of his dick. That sent sparks of ecstasy into him, and he was remembering exactly how long it had been since he’d been pleasured by a woman now that he was being forcefully reminded of just how fucking good it felt. And that was way too long. David didn’t exactly consider himself obsessed with sex, but...fuck, sometimes he thought that it alone made life worth living. He just wished he had better luck with it.

Well, he was getting really goddamned lucky right now, at least.

“Mmm...fuck!” he groaned as she took his dick into her mouth and began to bob her head. He heard her muffled laugh as she sucked him off.

She was good at it.

Her lips felt amazing. He kept licking her pussy, wanting to pleasure her just as much as she was pleasuring him, and from the sounds she was making and the way she was twitching occasionally, he thought he was doing at least a half-decent job.

After another minute or so, she stopped sucking his dick abruptly. “I need to fuck,” she said, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Okay,” he replied.

Honestly, he was about there himself. As much as he loved head, he wanted to be inside of her vagina, wanted to feel the unfiltered, raw, impossible pleasure of bareback sex. Because from what he remembered, it was just the absolute best.

She got off of him and he got up. Taking his place, she spread her legs, smiling at him. “Make me pregnant, David,” she said, and he felt a fresh surge of desire and desperate, almost painful, need pulse through him at that.

He had no fucking clue why that was turning him on so much, but fuck if it wasn’t working as a perfect aphrodisiac!

David hastily laid down on top of her, eagerly laying his pulsating cock at the entrance of her bare, hot, wet pussy, and then he slipped it inside of her. She moaned very loudly, spreading her legs wider. “Oh yes, David!” she cried.

“Shh! Not too loud,” he whispered as he pushed his way into her.

“Sorry, hard to help it. You’ve got such a big dick,” she moaned.

Wow, she was being nice to him. In a way, it almost made him a little suspicious. Women typically only stoked his ego when they were trying to trick him into something, but he still didn’t get any of those feelings from her, and right now, he was way too drunk on lust to think straight. Plus, honestly, he’d met women before who just liked being nice.

Fuck. Her pussy.

Her fucking pussy was the best thing in the entire fucking world.

He moaned loudly as he started having sex with her, sliding slowly in and out of her. The pleasure burned into him slowly, and he could feel his dick throbbing in response to the stimulation, to be inside of her fantastically tight pussy.

“Yes...” she moaned, staring up at him, her face twisting in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You feel beyond incredible,” he gasped, going faster and harder.

“Make me pregnant,” she whispered. “Make me pregnant, David. Make me a mother.”

“Oh fuck! You’ve gotta stop with that shit, I’m gonna pop if you keep it up! Your pussy already feels insane,” he managed, and he stopped.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop fucking my pussy!” she yelled up at him, then reached down, grabbed his ass and forced his cock deeper into her.

“Fuck!” he moaned and found that his will was too weak. He really started pounding her pussy, grunting and groaning as he drove into her, making the bed shake.

“That’s it! Yes!”

“Fucking take it!” he yelled at her. “I’m gonna fucking knock you up, Cait!”

“Oh God, David, fill me!” she moaned. “Fill me with your fucking seed! Come on! I want you to make me pregnant!”

He let out an inarticulate sound as he started to orgasm. He absolutely did not want to, and he absolutely wanted to at the same time. David so desperately wanted the sex to go on longer, but his desire to pump that sweet, perfect pussy of hers full of his seed became overwhelming, and the pleasure alone was just way, way too much for him. In a way, he was genuinely surprised that he’d lasted as long as he had.

The orgasm felt like a thunderclap, like being struck by lightning.

It felt like a goddamned seismic event.

An explosion of pure, uncut rapture began in his core and burst outward. And then it did so again, and again, as his cock jerked violently inside of her vagina. And it only got more powerful as he realized that she was coming along with him. She moaned loudly and he felt her vaginal muscles clenching around his orgasming dick, massaging it, and she was getting even hotter and wetter, her body moving against his as they climaxed together.

It felt like one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

When it was over, he regretted that it hadn’t lasted longer, although he had no idea how long it had lasted. Telling time had been beyond him. He collapsed against her, gasping for breath, resting his head on the pillow beside hers.

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...” he gasped, his whole body aching from all the running and other physical activity he’d done over the past week or so being strained by the intensity of that orgasm. It felt like a goddamned full-body one.

“You gonna make it?” Cait asked.

“Fuck me...” he groaned.

She laughed. “Again? If you insist...”

“No, wait, please,” he moaned, then winced as he carefully extracted his insanely sensitive cock from her pussy. “Oh my fuck, that was just...that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, but you wouldn’t stop!”

“I’m satisfied with the experience,” she replied as she got up off the bed. “We both orgasmed and it felt really good.”

“That it did,” he murmured, falling onto his back, staring at the old, time-worm ceiling of the little cabin, which was spinning slightly. “Fuck.”

“I need to double-check that we didn’t get any unwanted company from my noisy display,” she said. “Stay here.”

She took a moment to wash her pussy with one of the rags, then she came back over to the bed, reached under it, and pulled out a robe. “That yours?”

“Yeah, I keep it here. I don’t want to pull all my goddamned clothes back on just for popping outside for a minute. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

She kissed him, then pulled on her boots, grabbed her pistol, and slipped outside. He sat up, waiting, listening. A moment later, the door opened and she came back inside. “Like I thought, I didn’t see anything.”

Cait rechecked the door and windows once more, then stripped back down, tended to the fire, and then climbed back into bed with him.

“Also, as to your finishing too early concerns, you know we can have sex again, right? And I’m really going to want to. In case you haven’t picked up on it, I’m a horny woman.”

“I’ll need a minute,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” she said, and began kissing him again.

Parasexual 3 Sneak Preview!

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CHAPTER ONE

Alex sat back from his computer and stared at the screen for several moments.

He was looking at a word document with a dozen lines of text. Something so simple, in its own way, now represented one of the most important and momentous things he’d ever done with his life. He had just finished piecing together what would be his first album. It had taken almost two solid hours of sitting at his laptop, sorting through data, and mainly just thinking. Ever since coming to Thorne and beginning his relationship with Brianna, he’d been feeling a revitalization of his urge to create music. Or, he supposed, more accurately to what he’d been doing recently, create a music career. And he was finally acting on it.

After combing through the wasteland of his database that was his collective musical ‘career’, which wasn’t at all accurate, hobby was closer, he’d managed to find twenty seven different tracks that he didn’t hate, or thought could be salvaged. He was still a ways from actually launching the album, inasmuch as he could ‘launch’ anything, although Brianna and Aurora had said they knew people who could help him, but selecting the tracklist was a pretty big first step. And after a lot of deliberation, he thought he finally had it all worked out.

As for the rest of the tracks, he was more than likely going to offer them up as free content. Probably an ‘origins’ kind of album where you could pay what you wanted, and the rest as straight up free downloads from his website or something. Whenever he actually got a website. Alex still had a long way to go.

Now that that task was out of the way, he actually looked away from the screen and at the room he was in. Aurora’s front room was still taking time to actually get used to, because it was so fucking huge. It was practically the size of an actual apartment. It felt weird to be living here. Okay, well, temporarily crashing here more than living. Although they hadn’t actually set any kind of time limit how long they were going to be staying in Thorne. In Alex’s mind, there was some vague notion of another week, maybe another two, although he wasn’t committed to that. It could be less or more time. And Aurora hadn’t said anything beyond the fact that she was okay with them staying with her as long as they wanted.

He was beginning to get the idea that maybe Brianna might be looking to stick around Thorne a bit longer than that, though.

Like, maybe she wanted to move back here.

And that was making him kind of anxious. Could he live here? He liked Thorne. It was actually a lot of fun, a cool place to be, clearly there were a lot of interesting people and places. But could he do it? Did he have any real reason for not wanting to? Did he have any great connection to his home town? Technically, he didn’t have a home right now. Although he knew he could live with his parents and Brianna was going to let him move in, it did feel a little strange. He’d never been this untethered from society before.

He actually really liked it.

There was a sense of tremendous freedom, of nearly limitless potential. He could go anywhere and do anything. With Brianna’s repeated offers to spend whatever amounts of money on him he wanted, that was more true for him than most people, he imagined. In a way, it felt a little bit like a waste, because he didn’t really want to do a lot of crazy things. He had no urge to climb a mountain or jump out of a plane or explore some deep, dark caves. He actually didn’t want to do this things. But maybe there were some things he could explore.

Alex stood up and stretched, feeling his joints pop. Maybe it was time to track down the women in his life and see what they were up to. It had been a few days since they’d cleared out their hotel room, checked out, and moved their stuff to Aurora’s. Ever since getting settled, they’d been taking it pretty easy, mostly just lounging around the apartment, watching movies, playing games, ordering takeout, and having sex.

Oh the sex.

It was still pretty mind-blowing.

Even now he didn’t really have quite a handle on it, especially after that bachelorette party. (He still thought about Emma a lot.) In a way, he hadn’t really lost that feeling yet: waiting for the other shoe to drop. All this great shit was happening to him, when did the whammy come? When was the universe going to single him out and ensure that he paid for all this good fortune that had fallen into his lap? It was a ridiculous, paranoid thought, but still a thought he was having, nonetheless. So mainly he was just trying to take Brianna’s advice and enjoy the vacation, enjoy the sex, and enjoy the freedom he was experiencing.

Alex heard the women talking, their voices drifting out from the open bedroom door, and stood up, wondering if one or both of them might be up for a sex session. Again, he was struck by the notion that he could just casually ask for a threesome with two insanely attractive women, and he’d probably receive a yes. Both of them were so open to sex. He moved across the huge living room, glancing out the windows as he went. The sun was beginning to go down for the day. Nightfall was still at least a few hours off.

Maybe they should go somewhere and do something, he actually was starting to feel a little cooped up in here.

“Alex,” Brianna said as he stepped in, “I was just going to go fetch you. How’s everything going?”

Alex hesitated. She seemed...a little pensive. Both she and Aurora were relaxing in the bed together. “Fine. I just finished up what I had intended to do. Uh, what’s going on?”

“So...would you be okay if I left you with Aurora for about a day? Word has spread that I’m back in town and some of my friends want to see me. You can come with me if you want, I don’t mind at all, but I figured maybe you’d like some time with Aurora. She wants to get to know you a bit better, have some one-on-one time.”

He considered it, glancing at her. Aurora was looking back at him with a small smile. Well...it would be interesting to see what it would be like to spend time alone with Aurora. And he had the idea that maybe Brianna wanted to recapture some of that feeling of being on her own in Thorne, going around, doing whatever she wanted without having to check on him. It made him feel a little bit guilty, a little like he was baggage, but he pushed those thoughts away. He did believe her. And he wanted her to enjoy herself.

“That sounds fine,” he replied.

“You sure? I know I said this was going to be our vacation...”

“Brianna, I’ll be okay. I’ll call you if anything comes up. And I’m assuming that you trust Aurora,” he replied.

She laughed, some of the tension easing out of her. “Well...for the most part.”

“Oh fuck yourself,” Aurora replied. “Don’t worry, Alex, I know good and well how to make sure nothing bad happens to you. We’ll have a lot of fun together.” She grinned a little wider. “A lot of fun. I can promise you that.”

“Okay, then,” Brianna said. She stood up and quickly pulled on some jogging shorts and a t-shirt, then slipped into her shoes. Coming over to him, she gave him a long hug and kiss on the mouth. “Really do actually call me if anything comes up, okay?”

“I will,” he promised. “Go have fun.”

“All right. Later babe. Later, Aurora.”

“Have fun, Bri,” Aurora replied.

She stepped back, looked at him for a few seconds longer, then turned and walked out of the room. They listened to her leave the apartment. The front door opened and closed, and then it was just the two of them.

“So...” Aurora said, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes, “it looks like I’ve got you all to myself. I was really hoping this would happen. Not that I mind sharing you with Aurora, but there’s something deeply enjoyable about having some really intimate, one-on-one time. So how about you take off your clothes, and we have some sex?”

“That sounds really nice,” he replied.

Aurora herself was beneath the blankets, though from her bare shoulders he thought that she was at least topless. He desperately wanted to be under those blankets with her. Stripping down as fast as he could, he tripped and fell onto the bed.

“Wow, someone’s eager,” Aurora said, laughing.

“Are you honestly surprised?” he replied as he pulled the blankets back.

“I guess not. It’s appreciated,” she said.

She was indeed naked beneath the blankets, her pale, luscious body looking absolutely gorgeous and sent a jolting spark of raw, powerful lust shooting through him. He slid in beneath the blankets next to her, insinuating himself against her curvaceous body, staring at her beautiful face, unable to keep from smiling.

“You can’t fake anything, can you?” she asked, grinning back at him.

“What?” he replied, startled. That definitely wasn’t what he expected her to say.

“It’s just...your expressions are always just written all over your face. When you’re anxious, when you’re horny, when you’re cautious, when you’re sad. When you are just absolute enamored with someone. That one is really obvious, and I can see it when you’re with Brianna. She just amazes you, doesn’t she?”

“I mean, well...yeah. Of course she does.”

“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m teasing you. I’m not. I like it. I like how expressive you are. Paranormals...we tend to bury ourselves, our true selves, under snark or disinterest or cavalier attitudes. Especially around each other. There’s a lot of subtle social pressure. It’s why I like Brianna. She doesn’t have a lot of patience for that, and neither do I, honestly. And you’ve got this great blend of not hiding your emotions, and yet also knowing when to be chill and relaxed around us. I like it. I can really see why Bri likes you so much. But...enough about that. Right now, I have you all to myself, and I fully intend to take advantage of this fact.”

And then she leaned in and pressed her luscious red lips to his own, and he tasted her slightly sweet taste, and felt her press her body against his own. He kissed her back, resting a hand on one of her large, firm, pale breasts. As they continued making out and she parted his lips with hers, slipping her tongue smoothly into his mouth, he thought that something was a little different. There was an eagerness to her, but it was tempered slightly, her movements a bit slower, more deliberate. There was something more intimate about the encounter.

They twisted tongues together, dancing the dance of lust and desire, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. He ran his hand down to the thick swell of her ass, grasping and groping it, his erection now fully and throbbing in desperate anticipation of the sex that was to come. After a little bit, she pulled back slightly, staring at him intently with a smile on her face. It was a different kind of smile than he’d normally seen on her.

“What?” he asked after a few seconds.

“Nothing, I just...” she reached up and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair. “You know, I have to you to myself now. I love Bri and I love wild sex with an audience, but there’s something a lot more intimate about sex with just two people and no one else involved. And we get to really have that now. There’s no one in this whole apartment but us. And I like you a lot, in case I haven’t gotten that across to you yet.”

“I kind of got the feeling,” he replied, though he felt some hesitation.

She must have read it on his face. “Feeling anxious about the higher levels of intimacy?”

“I mean...a little,” he admitted. “Brianna...”

“She won’t mind. I believe she encouraged this in you.” She paused, considering it. “How to explain this...intimacy between us isn’t just sex. There’s a lot to it, there’s a lot of levels to intimacy. Physical, emotional, spiritual...and we like to share all of it. Not with everyone. Most people, I’m just physically intimate with, and sometimes emotionally. You’re the first human guy I’ve felt like I can get really, deeply intimate with for quite awhile, and the fact that you’re dating Brianna really helps with that. But really don’t worry, she knows this is happening. She knows that you and I are almost certainly going to enter into a deeper relationship than just friends that fuck. I’d say...enjoy it. Enjoy this with me, Alex.”

He considered her words, the situation, and he thought she had a point. There were some instincts of his telling him to pull back, not to get that involved with her, but...more and more, he thought that he had been confusing instincts with fear for awhile now. He supposed his biggest concern was that he’d do something to make Brianna leave him, and his second biggest concern was that maybe he’d start falling for someone else. But he trusted Brianna and Aurora, he believed them when they told him this was okay, and he trusted that they would let him know well in advance if he was fucking up that badly. And falling for Aurora…

He didn’t know if it was impossible, he didn’t think so, but hadn’t Brianna brought up the possibility of a more intimate open relationship? He was certainly getting ahead of himself, but for now, Alex thought that maybe he should just give himself permission to enjoy this, to explore this more fully with Aurora.

“Okay,” he said.

“Good. Don’t worry, you’re safe with me, okay?” she replied.

“I believe you,” he said, and kissed her again.

He slid his hand slowly down to her thick thighs and she parted her legs for him. Aurora gasped as his fingertip found her clit, and he began to stimulate it, rub it gently. He massaged and caressed it, feeling the way her body responded to his touch and loving it. He must have been unlucky before meeting Brianna, or maybe he just wasn’t as skilled or it was just that the paranormal women were so much more sensitive, because he couldn’t quite seem to elicit responses like this from the human women he’d been with. Then again, Aurora was a vampire, her body definitely wasn’t as sensitive as Brianna’s.

How much did that actually affect her?

Whatever, the point was, he felt like he was seriously pleasuring her and she wasn’t just try to stroke his ego. He doubted Aurora would do that. Well, maybe she would, but he really believed that she wouldn’t, that if he was doing something wrong, she’d guide and instruct him. What they were doing now felt very natural, no fumbling or uncertainty at all.

“Oh yes...” she whispered as he slipped a finger into her. “Fuck, it’s time like these that I’m jealous of Brianna.”

“Why’s that?” he replied as he began fucking her with his finger.

She moaned. “Because...she’s a lot more sensitive than I am. Werewolf pussy might be the most sensitive pussy of all, especially when they’re in their beast form. I mean you’ve seen her when she’s like that, you’ve fucked her in that form. You know what it’s like, how easy it is to make her orgasm. As a vampire, I’m especially jealous.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing her again and fingering her more intensely.

She gasped. “Don’t take this-ah!-as an indictment of your skills or anything. You’re doing just fine. And if I could just get my hands on some blood, I’d actually be a lot more sensitive. Some real blood, I mean, not the synthetic stuff.”

“I imagine that might be difficult. I remember you mentioning you have difficulties getting it if it isn’t a very, uh...personal encounter, I guess?”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, there is that. Not too many humans I trust nowadays to provide it.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She stared at him for several seconds. “I do, I just...I’m still not sure how I feel about taking it from you. I mean...are you offering?”

He considered it. “I’m pretty sure I’d say yes if you asked,” he replied.

She gave him a look of intense desire, intense longing, then sighed and looked away. “No. It’s too early in the friendship and you’re hooked up with Bri, and it’s...it’s too complicated right now. I need more time to consider it.”

“I understand,” he replied.

“...you stopped fingering me.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, and resumed rubbing her clit. She cried out. “Just, the conversation...”

“I get it...ah! Yes! Fuck!”

“Here...” he murmured, then kissed her for a bit longer, and then slipped down lower, pulling the blanket back. He started sucking on her huge, pale tits, licking across her perfect pink nipples. She moaned loudly as he pleasured her further still, more vigorously rubbing her clit, then fingering her harder, using two fingers this time. He kept this up until he’d given both of her breasts a lot of attention, and then he got up.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

“Oh my,” she replied, doing so, “I really like where this is going.”

“So do I,” he replied, and laid down between her very thick, well-padded, and pale thighs. They were absolutely beautiful thighs. And once he was in position, Alex began to tongue her clit, pleasuring her orally. She let out a long, slow, loud moan of sexual pleasure that was extremely gratifying to hear. He began licking faster, using more pressure, holding her beautiful thighs in his hands. His eyes kept being drawn to the full, bloody moon tattooed just above her pussy. He could feel his erection. It was almost painful, pressing against the mattress between his legs, throbbing in desperate need and agonizing anticipation.

He wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Oh fuck...” Aurora moaned a moment later. “Will you fuck me? Just fuck me now, I need it...” So apparently she was feeling much the same way.

“Yes,” he said, pulling his head from her crotch.

As he got atop her, she squeezed some lube into her hand and he straightened up, presenting his cock to her.

“Mmm, you are hard,” she said seductively as she rubbed his cock down.

“Extremely,” he agreed.

“You want this pussy bad, don’t you?” she asked. He nodded. “How bad?”

“Really bad,” he replied.

She finished rubbing him down and then opened her legs more. “Fuck it,” she said, “fuck my pussy good.”

He laid the head of his cock at the entrance of her pale pussy and slipped inside of her. They both moaned in unison, a sexual unity connecting them. Alex finished getting into position and rested on the heels of his palms, which laid on the pillow to either side of her head. He stared intently into her eyes as he pushed his way into her, slipping in easily with the aid of the lubricant. She felt wonderfully tight, and she was about the right temperature, given that she’d been laying in bed with a hot blooded werewolf for a few hours.

“I love fucking you so much,” she moaned as he started getting a steady rhythm going, penetrating her sweet vampire pussy over and over again.

“I really love fucking you too, Aurora,” he managed as the pleasure washed through him. That initial burst of intense rapturous bliss that came from the beginning of a fuck session that was both bareback and with a paranormal woman was something he was still getting used to. It was nearly overwhelming.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked after he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

“How to keep from coming too fast,” he replied.

She laughed. “So long as you make me come first, I don’t care how long you last right now.”

“That’s good to know.” He opened his eyes again, looked down at her big, pale tits, her luscious body, her tattoos. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Fucking you is still like...unreal. Like fucking a porn star or a supermodel. I mean fuck, you are so insanely attractive, Aurora.”

“I’m glad you think so. You might get used to it, eventually.”

“I doubt it. And I hope not. I really like this feeling.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Ah! That’s the spot right there!” she moaned as he shifted slightly.

Alex kept pounding her pussy, going harder and faster now that he’d found the perfect position, and she shouted in response, moaning loudly. He felt the blanket lift from him as she brought her legs up into the air. Kicking free of it, she put her legs up and spread them out for several moments, and then wrapped them around his midsection. Reaching up, she grabbed him and pulled him down closer to her with an immense and easy strength. He still wasn’t used to how strong she and Brianna were. She could probably bench five hundred pounds easily.

He laid down against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her. He kissed her deeply on the mouth and she moaned in response, slipping her tongue into his own mouth, probing almost desperately for his tongue. He moved it forward and they met, once again twisting and twining, dancing the impassioned dance of furious lust. Alex was going even faster now, fucking her brains out, wanting to bring her to orgasm, to feel her writhing and twisting in intense erotic pleasure. Being a vampire, and an experienced one at that, he knew he’d have to do better, although she seemed to be seriously into the sex session right now.

He raised himself slightly and reached down between them. Aurora gasped as his thumb found her clit and then she cried out, her voice carrying quite well as he began to rub it. He started slow and hard, then started to go faster, stimulating it furiously.

“Oh yes! Fucking shit goddamnit fucking yes!” she screamed, almost growled. She bared her fangs at him and for a split second he thought she was going to bite him. It sent a wave of dark lust and excitement through him, but she didn’t, she just kept shouting incoherent curse words as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

And then she reached it, and he pushed her over into the abyss of orgasmic pleasure.

Oh fuck yes Alex!” she shrieked wildly, and her vagina began to clench around his cock, twitching madly, and he couldn’t hold back anymore either. He cried out, grunting and groaning as he started letting off inside of her, pumping her perfect, tight vampire pussy full of his seed. He spilled a lot of it, all of it coming out in hot spurts with each fresh contraction of bliss his cock performed. Both of them came and twisted and shouted together, the bliss pounding through their bodies, locked together in the wondrous rapture of sexual release.

And then they were finished coming, and they were simply coming down from the high of it all, and he was left gasping, collapsing bonelessly against her.

“Holy...shit...” he managed. “That was...really...intense.”

“Yes it was, my cute human fuck friend,” Aurora replied. She sounded sedate and happy and satisfied, and she began to run her fingertips across his bare, sweaty back. He shivered at her touch, as it sent waves of pleasure through him.

“You’re sensitive,” she whispered in his ear.

“Uh-huh,” he managed. “I really like that.”

“Then I’ll keep doing it.”

“Thank you.”

He laid there with her for another few moments, getting his breath back, naked and still inside of her, shivering in pleasure as she continued running her fingertips and sometimes her fingernails across his back. It was really a truly great feeling, very different from the sexual bliss he’d just enjoyed, but still exceptionally pleasurable.

Finally, the urge to shower overtook him, and he carefully pulled his cock from her, then rolled over and stood up.

“You’ve got a cute butt,” Aurora said, laying on her side, studying him.

“Thanks. You’ve got a fucking amazing one,” he replied.

She laughed. “I know. So does Brianna, good lord.”

“Oh yes,” he agreed, “her ass is amazing.”

Aurora got up and joined him as he slipped into the bathroom and started up the shower. Once it was a good temperature, they got in and began washing up.

“So...feel free to say no to this, but I was thinking: wanna go to a rave with me tonight?” Aurora asked after washing her blood-red hair.

“I...” He considered it for a moment, remembering that she’d brought it up earlier. She seemed to have been joking then, but now she seemed serious. “Would it be safe, I mean?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous, Alex. Let me break it down. There’s different levels of raves, and different kinds of them, in Thorne. And honestly I’m using ‘rave’ as a broad term here. A lot of different kinds of musical gatherings kind of fall under that umbrella for me. I just like the word. But basically it’d be a warehouse with some cool techno music playing, a dance floor, open bar, hot chicks with glow sticks, and it’s a mixer of paranormals and humans. I know the people that run it, it’s a legit place, a good place to just have fun. Plus...” she grinned and put her hands up behind her head, then thrust her bare, wet breasts at him, striking a pose. “I can be your hot rave chick. Bet you’ve never had someone like me make an offer like that before.”

“You’d win that bet,” he replied, staring at her big, pale breasts, and at the big dark skull tattoo between them. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

“Sweet!” She stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug, then kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it. And if you don’t, we can just come back here and relax, or maybe go somewhere else a little quieter. And hey, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet a really hot paranormal chick and get laid.”

“I’ve already done that,” he replied, because he wasn’t sure what else to say.

She rolled her eyes and stepped back. “Come on, you’re telling me you’ve had your fill of paranormal sex?”

“No. I don’t think I ever will.”

“Exactly. So, wash up, then we’ll get dressed, grab a bite to eat, and I’ll take us to the rave scene. You’ll have fun and I’ll probably find a hot paranormal girl to bring home and we can have a fucking amazing threesome.”

“That does sound really, really good,” he replied, and he began to wash up.