It took only a moment after that but the emergency lights were abruptly eclipsed by the eruption of the regular lights. Still dim by ordinary standards, they were however an immense change of pace for the young woman was so accustomed now to the dark of the bunker. Leon re-emerged, shutting the door. “Should be good for a couple more days at least,” he said with a smile, looking over to her warmly.
“Wow,” she uttered, and the word was filled with reverence. They’d all told her it was broken, but that hardly took him any time at all. Her smile was so bright for those few moments as she sat atop the mattress, “That’s awesome. Thank you.”
Seeing her so pleased by the news, Leon felt almost intoxicated. Cheering the delicate young woman up seemed to perk his own spirits up after the long horror of the past couple weeks.
“Hey, anything I can do for you now that the two of us are in this together,” he remarked, bending down to one knee and opening up his backpack, fishing out some of the things there. “You hungry?” he asked, “Because I picked up a few things before getting here. Not exactly gourmet, but with the power back,” he peered around, “I assume there’s a hot plate or something here right?”
“Should be in the other room. I didn’t really go in there ‘cause... no lights...” she said as she stood up, “and yea, I just woke up... starved. Didn’t eat much before bed,” she admitted with a small smile. She still looked so diminutive, but that delight was palpable.
Pulling out a bundle of zip locked food, he went to her, brushed back her strawberry blonde hair and kissed the top of her head. “Well you can relax. Now you’ve got a new best-friend who’s fixed this place up and is gonna cook you your first hot meal in a while,” he boasted, rubbing his strong fingers over her hair for a moment.
It was strange, her response. It was as if she hadn’t been used to such an affectionate thing as a kiss on her forehead. Even though she had so easily ignored the touch of his hand, something about his full lips against her caused a small rift to form in her heart, tenderness moving in where before there had been only fear.
Fear of the strange man so different from her upper-crust family, fear of someone new and different who could abandon her, and yet instead he was trying to please her. To make her happy. Her heart thudded in her chest excitedly.
Leon found the little portable kitchen kit in the other room as she predicted, and once again the large man went about some business, reassuring her with his strong, gentle words. It wasn’t long before the smell of warm food came to her, followed by him holding two bowls.
“Got this from a grocery store nearby,” he stated, putting one of the thick plastic bowls before her as they sat upon her bed, where she seemed most comfortable. Handing her a fork she was able to see that he’d given her a mix of rice, vegetables and pork. “It was one of those frozen packs, it kept cold long enough that it’s still good,” he reassured so smoothly, digging in himself without hesitation.
She was famished, and even though it was morning for her and this most certainly wasn’t a morning meal, she reached out for it and started eating with as much enthusiasm as he. She’d been mostly eating room temperature canned goods and the feel of something warm enter her mouth was a delight in itself. It didn’t even matter how it tasted, but as soon as she’d finished wolfing it down, her face fell.
“Is everyone dead?” she asked, the tension in her throat making her voice crack.
As much of a mad dash as she’d made to finish her food, he’d kept pace. The large man and his bulky muscular form craved sustenance. So taking their empty dishes he laid them aside and put one of his thick arms around her, resting his hand on her hip. He held her like that as he looked to her with a tender expression, “Not everyone,” he offered gently, trying to choose his words with care. “But there don’t seem to be many left other than us.”
She looked crestfallen, but to her credit, she didn’t cry. She certainly looked like she might, but she held the tears back, shifting into him a bit more eagerly, craving his comfort.
“What happened?” Cassidy asked in that frightened voice.
Feeling the desperate young woman cling to him so, he put both of his arms around her, holding her warmly and kissing her head again, along the part of her beautiful curly hair. “I don’t even know if I could begin to explain,” he said lightly. “So much happened... so fast. The sky changed colours. Things fell. Explosions. Even now...” he hesitated, something he wanted to say but instead he brushed it away and squeezed her hip. “You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in weeks,” he said more pleasantly. “And a very pretty face at that.”
She was shuddering against him as he described the horrors of the aftermath of society, and her stubbed nails dug into him, as if holding on for security. “Are we at war? Is someone attacking us?”
With a shake of his head he said, “I don’t think it’s anything like that.” Leon cradled her delicate, pale body against his broad, muscular chest. “It’s something... different. I don’t think anyone could’ve seen this coming,” he postulated, his strong hands stroked along her hip and side, and pet her curly hair gently. “It doesn’t seem like help is going to be coming,” he explained, “but luckily you’ve got me now, huh?”
It was all quite traumatic for the young woman, and it was almost as if she were trying to hide within him. She was so desperate to feel safe and everything he was saying was quite the opposite to everything that could help. Where he’d had experience and combat training, she was still fresh to the horrors of the world. She’d lived a sheltered life, and was not at all prepared for the things that were happening outside the bunker doors. Terror gripped her and she felt so helpless.
Except for the fact that she had him. That he’d take care of her. As Cassidy’s eyes lifted to him, he could see that need for security shine through so brightly. She needed someone to care for her.
Leon lifted his hand, that large grasp of his moving up to cup her chin and jaw. Her pale, unblemished skin was such a contrast to his more weathered flesh, “I can’t imagine why anyone would go on and leave you,” he lied delicately, his velvety voice so sweet and pleasing. “So beautiful. So nice. It’s a crime to leave such a lady here defenseless,” he said, his hazel eyes moving over her pale, freckled features, his own broad face so masculine and handsome, such a stark contrast to her delicate beauty.
Her lower lip trembled and she was far too self-involved to doubt his words. She, too, couldn’t understand why anyone would abandon her, and her eyes remained on his.
“Thank you,” she managed to utter out, the words polite and not really taking into account the meaning. It was just something she’d been taught to say after she was complemented.
The man hadn’t spent the weeks of chaos following the disaster in a bunker, he’d lived out in it. And whatever horrors he’d seen, he seemed eager to forget them in her pale beauty.
“I’ll look after you,” he promised in a soft voice, tilting his head down closer to hers as his hand held her gently by the hip. “Would you like that?” and he leaned in, kissing her upon her soft cheek. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’d rather know I had someone to face it with.”
He was kissing her! It dawned on her, just as it had before when his lips first pressed to her hair. That affection was something so sweet and dear to her, she couldn’t move away. Even though she was afraid, or maybe because of it. She just didn’t want him to leave. She knew then and there that she’d never let him. She couldn’t lose his protection, or else...
The kissing didn’t cease. He rubbed up over her hip and her poor, rumpled shirt as his full lips found the corner of her mouth. His free hand took hold of one of hers, the delicate, slender little digits wrapped in his strong grasp. “I’ve got nobody left,” he explained softly before his mouth found hers, plushly pressed to it in what was a chaste kiss in and of itself, soft and careful, but forward.
She didn’t have anyone either! That alone was enough to make her feel like the
y had the world in common, despite his look as some rugged hunter or fisherman, the beautiful contrast of rough, muscular flesh against creamy white. It didn’t matter that she was a fledgling English student and he was some... Lieutenant in the navy. All that mattered was that he could take care of her, and that they both were alone.
She didn’t really kiss back, though. She just accepted his motions, as if she didn’t know what to do, and truthfully, she didn’t. Her mouth opened, as if she felt like it should, but only because she’d watched a fair few romance movies in her time.
Her amateurish acceptance was enough for him. Leon was hungry for another human being after so long trudging the wastes of civilization alone, and he gently tilted back her head and kissed her deeper, his tongue probing into her mouth lightly. She was such a fair, delicate little woman, and it stirred his loins deeper because of it.
That strong hand of his slid across her freckled cheek, into her curly, red locks and rubbed at the back of her head and neck so soothingly. He gave a husky little groan as his other hand moved up, cupping the edge of one of her breasts through her flimsy top and bra.
The world had very nearly ended, might still for all he knew.
This one sweet little woman might be his last chance at some happiness.
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As obedient as she had been with the tools earlier, she was doubly so at his insistent touches and kisses. She’d never been popular in high school, even though her parents were quite wealthy and dressed her well. Cassidy always had her head in the clouds or in a book, and she never had many friends let alone a boyfriend.
Let alone a military boyfriend.
Her parents would kill her if they found out, and the thought made her insides do a triumphant twirl.
Almost without realizing it, those powerful arms of his had laid her back on the small bed that was attached to the side of the bunker. Leon was still kissing her, his lips and tongue moving more passionately as he hovered over her prone form. He palmed her breast entirely, squeezing it through her top as he moved his other hand to her pale, slender leg again, stroking her outer thigh.
Having that broad, towering physique looming above her was so reassuring.
It was warmth, and safety, and security. He was so large, far bigger than anyone she’d gone to school with. Even taller than her father. She just knew she had to stay with him. Keep him with her and then everything would be okay. He’d make sure of it, she was certain.
It wasn’t until she felt his weight press atop her that she gasped, realizing what was happening, as if it was sudden rather than the slow, building pressure that it was. She’d read enough books, seen enough television shows to know what he was doing, at least in vague, flowery terms. Her parents had always kept her away from things with higher than a PG13 rating, even though she was eighteen.
He was trying to seduce her!
Leon was an experienced man; at twenty five he’d served years in the navy and been with numerous women throughout it, before and since.
This was the first time he’d had an opportunity since the great cataclysm above, though, and he burned for her flesh, his manhood swelling to such impressive proportions against her delicate frame.
His strong fingers curled about her thigh, sunk into her supple pink flesh as he suckled her lower lip. It was with such a deft motion that his hand moved from her breast to start undoing her top one button at a time.
It wasn’t enough time for her to digest what was going on. Her head was spinning, and she had no idea what to do. If she said no, would he leave her? She couldn’t let him. She couldn’t be alone, not in this bunker. Not with no one else to take care of her. Not when the world was crumbling above her head.
It was just acceptance, pure and simple. She didn’t want him to leave. She couldn’t refuse him, even as that last button popped open and her shirt was held closed only with the loose, navy ribbon tied into a pretty bow beneath the collar.
Her shirt came undone, and as the petite young redhead lay there beneath him so submissively, he slipped his hand around her to her spine, undoing the clasp at her back so that the bra snapped up from the loosened pressure.
So smoothly he stroked up over her thigh, his fingers feeling out along her rear, the waistband of her panties. It was all so sudden, having just met her but hours before, but he couldn’t resist. The world might be ending, and this beautiful little woman was all he might have to find pleasure in before the end.
She was a docile woman at the best of times. She wasn’t unmoving. Certainly not. Her hands and arms worked around him, hugging him to her as she made soft little noises like a lonely animal that needed human affection. Something that she’d never had before. The world had ended for her, and she’d never done the things she wanted to do. Teach a class. Get married. Have kids. It was all destroyed along with society, and this was one thing she could take back.
Cassidy didn’t want to die a virgin, and if she had to give it to some random stranger for the protection he could offer, than she was willing to do that.
Leon slipped her bra away, exposed those generous breasts of hers. They made delightful mounds, those c-cup beauties, and he finally relinquished her lips to kiss down to them, grasping one in his hand as his hungry lips sought out the pinkened areola and nipple. They were so delectable and he groaned with desire as he suckled one.
For her she justified it as a trade even though the desire was real in her, but for him he just wanted—needed—the comfort of her flesh. So as he suckled her teat, squeezed the supple mound, his other hand tugged down her panties unevenly, slowly drew them along her legs to her knee socks below.
The suckling at her chest was so delightful that her fears and inhibitions slipped aside for just a moment, her body yearning for him as those pink little buds tightened. She gasped, and shivered beneath him, her protests and questions gone as he tugged so expertly at her body. She was so nervous that she was shivering beneath him, but that unfamiliar sensation, that new, delicious feeling going through her breasts, was beyond compare. She’d never felt something like that before, and her peppered mewls were desperate and pleading.
She was a busty woman for being so small and delicate, and he devoured her breasts with a rising hunger. He lost all track of the time he was spending there, lavishing such affections upon those supple mounds, but when finally he rose for air, leaving her two nipples stiff and glistening, he had a fire of desire in his eyes.
He took the time to adjust her legs, slipping her panties off entirely to discard them aside as he lifted her skirt just enough to gaze at her naked slit beneath. It filled him with a hungry growl of desire, and his hands were removing his sweater, peeling the fabric from his broad, ripped chest, showing off the rows of hard, bulging muscle before he began to unbuckle his belt.
The glorious masculinity on display only became even more overwhelming when those pants opened, and she caught her first glimpse of his cock as the heavy, bulging shaft slipped out and slapped against her pale mons with its heft.
Her eyes dropped and her lips parted, and all of her worries came back to her once more. There was no way that was going to fit in her. She was just about to say as much when she caught sight of that desire in his face as he looked upon her sex. It made something within her leap as he gazed longingly between her legs, the light, strawberry-blonde hair doing little to hide her inner most self from him.
She was so sweet, partially nude beneath him, her large breasts rocked from side to side as she tried to shrug off the constraining blouse. “Is... This is going to hurt?” she asked, her voice holding a bit of a tremble.
Her remark surprised him; it took him a moment to put two and two together.
Leon’s expression softened and he leaned down, pressing a palm beside her head as he stroked a hand along the edge of her breast, then up to her cheek.
“It’s your first time?” It was part question, part statement, but he gazed into her eyes, studying her as that thick pole of his throbbed so lew
dly against her flesh, the ruddiness of his cock contrasted against her pale skin and pubic hair.
She tried not to stare at it, but she couldn’t help it. It was the first time she’d seen a male organ since she’d hit puberty, and it was fascinating the way it moved and bobbed of its own accord. Her lips parted slightly and there was some subliminal part of her body waking up for him. Cassidy’s head bobbed up and down, yet still her gaze was on his erect cock, so much larger and more frightening than she’d anticipated, and she wanted to touch it, to see what it felt like but she was far too shy.
A smile couldn’t help but form on his broad face at that confession. It seemed to only make the moment that much more special, and he stroked his thumb over her freckled cheek appreciatively as that bulging dick swelled against her beneath a short tuft of dark pubic hair. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
With a sweet, tender kiss to her lips, he shifted, using his hands to part her thighs and spread the petals of her womanhood. He saw there the thin barrier of her virginity, blocking her slick tunnel against all odds.
“You’re too beautiful for what’s left of this world,” he murmured huskily, sliding the pre-cum slickened tip of his cock down across her puffy labia. Positioning himself there, he rubbed teasingly over her clit and the barrier that marked her innocence.
It didn’t hurt. At least not yet. Instead it sent a jolt of electricity up through her, making her gasp out as she felt that thick flesh of his guide her moisture up along her slit. It was expert the way he readied her for him, but he had to have had practice. He was so large that it was quite likely he’d have to be careful of any woman he had sex with, virgin or not.
She was lost to a haze of sensations, her emotions tumultuous in her chest as she tried to make sense of it all. She knew this was wrong. Having sex before marriage, especially to a man that didn’t share any of her background; but that made it all the sweeter. There was a kernel of rebellion that was just aching to pop, and as she lay back, his cock working over her sex so expertly, her breath hitched.
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