by Jenika Snow
“I need you to get off, Maya baby. Squeeze my cock, make me come with you.”
“Yes,” she cried out again. She arched her neck, her eyes closed. The rhythmic pull of her pussy milking his dick almost had him spilling his cum, but he held off.
“God, yes,” she screamed out as she came, her cunt squeezing his cock so hard it bordered on pain, but the good kind.
He gritted his teeth and waited until her pleasure subsided, and then he pulled back, looking at where his dick was shoved deep inside of her. He flipped her onto her belly, and lifted her hips, presenting her ass to him. Kicking her legs out further with his knee, he positioned himself between her splayed thighs again.
Her cheeks spread, and he had an unobstructed view of her asshole. He was going to fuck that at some point, going to fill her with his seed, too. Her pussy was spread, as well, all juicy and red looking. Marius moved lower so his face was right up in her cunt. She smelled sweet and musky, with a little hint of him thrown in there. He growled out low.
He didn’t waste any time in eating her out. Marius licked down her slit and sucked at her pussy hole, and moved his tongue back up to her clit. He did this over and over again until she panted.
Shoving his tongue into her opening, he fucked her with it until she started grinding herself against his mouth.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it.”
“Yes.” That lone word was muffled against the blankets.
He flattened his tongue on her clit and sucked the little nub into his mouth at the same time he shoved a finger into her. He fucked her pussy with that digit and sucked on her clit until he felt her tense as she came again. She lifted up her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she continued to come.
When he pulled away he knew he had to get a few more strokes within her before he came. He took hold of the root of his shaft and started stroking himself as he stared at her ass and pussy. He could get off on looking at her alone, but he needed her tight heat.
“Get on your back, baby.”
She did as he said immediately.
When he was between her splayed thighs once more, and was positioned at her entrance again, he slowly pushed into her this time. Of course he wanted this to last, but she felt too good. Leaning down and resting his arms beside her head, he buried himself in her wet heat and fucked her nice and slow.
In and out, keeping the same pace, and experiencing the buildup of orgasm, Marius closed his eyes and finally let himself surrender to his pleasure.
He didn’t want to worry about the infection, about the world ending, or the part he played in it all. He just wanted to be a man being with the woman he cared about.
He felt his orgasm rise up violently. It started as a tingling at the base of his spine and moved quickly through him. “I’m coming, baby.” He gave three more pumps in her and pulled out, gripping his base as he looked at her face.
His orgasm tore through him, making him come harder than he ever remembered doing in his life. Hot, white and thick jets of his spunk covered her belly in ribbons. The pleasure sucked the air from his lungs, stole his sanity, and he knew that he would never be the same.
Maya was his, and nothing would ever change that.
He groaned once more and stilled as his pleasure finally receded. He lay beside her, and for a few minutes they didn’t speak, just breathed heavily. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward her.
“Will you hold me, Marius?” she murmured sleepily.
Damn, this woman is going to be my everything.
“Yeah, baby.”
He pulled her close and held her tightly. Turning his head and kissing her temple, he breathed out as pleasure and warmth filled him, the kind that had nothing to do with what they’d just done.
For several moments all they did was lie there, not moving, neither saying anything.
“Do you think this will change things, Marius?” she asked softly, the candle flickering as a small breeze moved by it.
“I do, but I only think for the best.”
They turned and faced each other, and he reached down and grabbed the blanket off the foot of the bed. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I have no plans on going anywhere.”
Chapter Eleven
One week later
The chill in the air was noticeable now, and Maya zipped up her jacket. Sherman was running after a leaf that was blowing around the property, and across the way Marius was getting some hunting things ready for a small excursion into the forest. They needed to stock up on some meat, and although they didn’t have electricity for freezing it, they were going to use the small, rustic smokehouse that had been built by her grandfather. Up until Marius had seen it she hadn’t known what it was, and even if she had known she didn’t know how to smoke meat to preserve it.
But Marius knew, so she hoped he was able to find some game when he went out.
She lifted up another log and placed it on the block. She would have gone with Marius, but they had a lot to do on the farm still, and with winter approaching rapidly they couldn’t afford to stop one project to do another. They both had to be working on different things at the same time.
She looked over at him, and she felt that warmth that she got whenever he was near fill her. There was just something about Marius that changed her, that made her see this fucked up world a little differently. She could see herself having a future, could see them having one together.
Turning back toward the wood, she grabbed the handle of the ax, brought it up, and swung it down on the wood, splitting it in two. She did this over and over again until her arms ached, and sweat lined her brow.
“Maya, baby,” Marius said from behind her.
She turned, not stopping the little smile that crossed her face. She couldn’t help it. She loved hearing him call her that.
He had on his pack, several layers of clothing under a bulky jacket, and his short dark hair brushed his forehead. After she’d seen what he’d done to his hair with the scissors she’d helped him fix it up. She had to admit he was damn sexy with longer hair, but when it was trimmed … he was a different man altogether.
“I’m heading out.”
She nodded. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
“I don’t want to be away from you longer than I have to be.”
She cocked an eyebrow at that, but smiled. He was sweet to think about her, even if she could handle herself.
“But we need meat. If I can’t find anything in the next day or two I’ll head back here. Worst case scenario is I come home with a few rabbits and some squirrels.”
Not the best meal, but these days, people couldn’t be picky, especially not with a Colorado winter coming on.
“I’ll be okay, and I know you’ll be okay,” she said, adding the last part to let him know that she had faith in his skills. Marius was a big man, and since the weeks had passed and his wound was healing very well, surprisingly well and fast, she knew that he wasn’t a man that could be taken down easily. But of course there was that little voice in the back of her head that worried, that said out there wasn’t safe anymore.
She felt protected with the trees surrounding her, feel like she had a wall of safety because she was so high up. The fence surrounding the house wasn’t anything that could keep someone out if they truly wanted in, especially not a healthy human. It would stop an infected because they had no reasoning, no common sense anymore. But they could find a way through, with enough time, she was sure.
“Come here, baby,” he said after a moment of neither speaking, both just looking at each other.
It had been an unspoken agreement that Marius wasn’t leaving, that they’d stay here together, fighting to survive, and be with each other. It was the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, spoke with her, that made Maya feel like she didn’t have to take the weight of her worry and this world on herself. It was a wonderful feeling to have s
omeone else with her, someone else that could smile genuinely. Marius didn’t want anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give, and she was the same way.
She set the ax down, that tingling in her body intensifying. When she was only inches from her he reached out and pulled her close. A soft sound left her at the feeling of his hardness to her softness. Marius pushed away a strand of hair from her face that had gotten free from her ponytail, and smoothed his finger along her cheek and down to her mouth. He stared at her lips for a long while, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and she didn’t feel like he was scrutinizing her. Maya felt like he was taking in every aspect of her, memorizing her.
“I know it’ll only be for a day or two, but I really don’t want to fucking leave you,” he murmured, seeming distant.
“I’ll be here when you get back.” She smiled. “Or you can stay and we can figure out other things to eat.”
He shook his head. “No, baby, I need to find some protein for us, especially since I know winter is going to be a bitch.”
Yeah, winters in Colorado were hard below the mountains, but being this high up she knew it could be brutal.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, and just when she was feeling that warmth rise to a fever pitch Marius pulled back. “Watch yourself,” he whispered and ran his thumb along her bottom lip.
“You, too.”
He nodded, and with one more look he turned and started heading into the woods. She stared off after him even when she couldn’t see him anymore. Finally she turned around and finished chopping the wood. She gathered some of the wood and made her way toward the house. As she set the logs on the porch and went to head back to get more, something caught her eye. Making her way toward the fence on the far end of the property, she saw that one of the posts was rotted at the bottom, which led to the wire coming loose from the wood.
Glancing up and around, she took note if anything was out of the ordinary, just in case. She didn’t get any weird feelings, which usually were her instincts telling her things weren’t right. But she didn’t know how long this post had been like this. If an infected came wandering through they would have no trouble pulling this fencing right out and walking onto the property.
Sherman came running up to her and sat down beside her.
“We need to get this fixed, Sherman.” For a long time talking to her dog was the only conversation she had, even if it was one sided. Lifting her head she stared out into the woods again. The sound of birds above her head could be heard, and of trees swaying, the bark creaking.
The fence temporarily forgotten, Maya really hoped Marius was okay, and that their luck at not having any infected roaming this high up lasted. She was afraid Marius wouldn’t come back, or if he did he’d be injured again. And then there was the worry about the man that had stabbed him. Then again that last part was furthest from her mind because it had been weeks with no sign of him.
God, this changed world had the worry and fear people tried to keep at bay rising up and being paramount. But it was necessary in order to survive.
Chapter Twelve
Marius had been hunting for the last day, and aside from a rabbit and two squirrels that were tucked in his pack, he hadn’t come across any deer … until now.
He crouched low and breathed out slowly. The buck was about twenty yards away, grazing but aware it wasn’t alone. Marius tried to calm his breathing and heart rate, tried to relax so he didn’t spook the animal.
Lifting his gun, he trained it on the buck. He didn’t want to shoot too soon, didn’t want to miss this one shot he had. The buck could feed them for the next several months if they rationed it well enough.
Inhaling deeply, he kept his gaze trained on the buck. He’d make the death painless, shoot the animal where it would die instantly. No point in making the animal suffer. And when he exhaled slowly that was when he fired.
The buck fell to the ground, dead instantly. A thrill went through him, not because he’d killed the animal, but because he’d be able to bring meat home for Maya. He was providing for her, and to him that meant a hell of a lot.
Grabbing his things he headed over to the animal. He’d dress it in the field and then carry it back to the house. It would be a hike, but he’d walk all night if he had to. He had this bad feeling in the pit of his gut, had it since the moment he turned his back on her and headed into the woods. It could just be him not wanting to leave the first good thing he’d found.
As he started cutting open the buck and removing the organs that weren’t exactly edible, he thought about the few times he’d gone hunting with his father. It had been the reason he even knew how to do this. His dad had wanted Marius to be more of a “guy” and not the type of geeky kid that wanted to do science projects in the garage. Hunting hadn’t gotten rid of Marius’s desire to do things that didn’t involve killing an animal, but instead made him appreciate what he wanted to do in life.
He was just about finished with cleaning out the buck when the sound of groaning and of twigs snapping slammed into Marius. He instantly stood and grabbed his gun, his hands bloody, his eyes focused on his surroundings.
There was another crack of a twig in the distance, and Marius tensed. He grabbed his knife with his other hand, and held still, waiting and listening. He was ready, his entire body poised and prepared to attack. He backed away from where the sound had come from, closer to a tree, making sure at least his back wasn’t vulnerable. He listened again, harder this time, and held his breath. His heart beat slowly, steadily, and he kept alert.
More sounds of twigs breaking came closer, but the trees were thick, and it was hard to see around them. And then he spotted the infected moving out of the forest and toward him. The female’s steps were slow, languished, and she dragged one foot behind her. The closer she got, the louder her moaning became.
When she was just a few yards away, Marius saw that her foot was broken and bent to the side, the bone protruding from the darkened, crusted flesh. The female was hungry, softly groaning and raising its hands toward him.
The infected female lifted her head and parted its lips in a silent cry. Black blood oozed out of her mouth and nose, dripping down her shin and landing on her torn and tattered shirt. She’d been dead a while going by the amount on decay on her. The black blood covering her was old, congealed and dead, just like she was. Once contaminated the infected had a lifespan of about seven to fourteen days. The two-week mark was rare in most cases, but he’d read reports on it. Once they died that’s when they came back as living corpses. They had no rationalization, weren’t the loved ones people once knew. They only wanted to feed, and that was on living flesh.
The corpses were no longer living, but rotting from the inside out, literally. The female shuffled toward him, and the fluid and necrosis in her lungs made this wet, gurgling noise. She lifted her hands again at Marius, groaning, black blood spewing from her mouth.
Her flesh was black and rotting in most areas, and he’d gauge she’d been infected for a while because of the amount of decomposition. Her cheeks were gaunt and sunken, and her eyes were now cloudy. She wore what was once a dress, but all that now covered parts of her body was brain stained and torn material. Her breasts were visible, or what was left of them.
She then turned and saw the buck. He pushed his thoughts away, and just reacted. Moving those last few feet toward her, she didn’t even register him as the scent of the buck obviously had her enthralled. He put his gun away, knowing he didn’t want to waste a bullet when a knife would have the same efficiency. Knife raised high, he plunged it into her temple. She turned around, her lips parted, her gums receding, and the black blood continuing to spill out of her mouth.
She made one more gurgled sound before falling to the ground. His knife came free, but also with it a chunk of her flesh. For a second all Marius did was stare at her, but then he snapped out of it. He grabbed a clean knife and finished field dressing the deer before slinging it over his shoulders, and heading home.
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Home. That’s where Maya was.
Chapter Thirteen
Maya finished off her tea and looked out at the property. It was an overcast day, and the look of it, and the scent in the air, told her winter was already here.
“Sherman, come on, boy,” she yelled out for the dog, which was busy over by the fence whining and digging into the ground.
She set her cup on the banister and walked over to him. Tightening her jacket around herself, she kept moving toward Sherman. The fact he was whining had her on alert. Taking out the knife she had tucked at the small of her back, and feeling the knife she had strapped to her ankle, she felt safe with that knowledge she could protect herself. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of what could be out there.
It might just be an animal, or maybe Marius is back.
Looking around, and having her knife at the ready, she stopped beside Sherman. She didn’t see anything, but with Sherman acting crazy she knew something had to be out there.
“Quiet, boy.”
Sherman whimpered, but stayed quiet. The wind blew, having the tops of the trees swaying, and causing the braches to creak slightly. The longer she stood there, staring into the darkened woods, the overcast sky and shadows causing everything to be hidden, murky even, the more she felt off. Something wasn’t right.
“Come on, Sherman.” She turned, wanting to get into the house where at least she would feel safer than being out in the open. As she made her way quickly toward the house she heard twigs cracking nearby. Stopping, she heard Sherman start to growl.
“Go to the house, Sherman.” The dog whimpered, but she shooed him on.
Looking into the woods again, she knew she should go inside, but she needed to make sure that if there was a threat out here she got it taken care of. When silence greeted her again she all but ran to the house, where the rest of her weapons were and where she at least had shelter. But just as she was about to reach the porch this god-awful groan came through the air, so close to her it felt like it was right on her back. She tripped, the sound startling her. Her foot got caught on the uneven ground, and she turned her head to see an infected shuffling toward her.
