by Misty Vixen
Reaching the end of the hall, which led into what I imagined was the living room, I was glad to find that my fingers were a bit more functional now.
Good thing, too.
As I stepped through the next door, someone screamed and tackled me, pretty much blindsiding me. We went crashing to the floor and both of us shouted in pain.
“You!” I heard a voice cry out, and a fist connected with my face as my gun left my hand and I tried to get back up. “You fucker! You shot me! Where are my friends!?” the slurring voice demanded. Before I could answer, it declared, “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
That was when I saw the gun, and looked into the eyes of the man I’d shot in the leg while making my initial getaway. I grabbed for it and managed to get my hand around his wrist, but, even drunk and shot, he was apparently a wily bastard. For a few seconds, I felt the full weight of the past several hours, the past several days bearing down on me, and I genuinely didn’t know if I was going to be able to get the gun away from him. He snarled, staring at me with dull, bloodshot eyes and a pasty, pale face behind a large beard, baring his teeth at me.
I could see it in his eyes he really did want to kill me, and he intended to.
Then the adrenaline kicked in, and kicked in hard. I headbutted him and managed to smash my forehead right into his nose. He screamed as it cracked viciously and I twisted and bucked, throwing him off of me while yanking on his wrist with one hand and wrapping my other around the barrel of the gun.
I managed to wrench it from his grasp and while he dealt with his broke nose, I brought the pistol around and put it to his temple. He screamed one, inarticulate sound, bellowed it in my face, before I pulled the trigger and put an end to him.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my ears ringing.
Nothing but me and the wind now.
I forced myself up and looked around. It was clear that someone had definitely set themselves up in the living room, and there was just one more door to check out. As I headed for it, I paused, seeing something sitting by the door. I smiled as I laid eyes on it, realizing it was going to make my life a whole lot easier: a sled. A sturdy one, too. I could pack a lot of shit onto it and drag it back. I frowned, glancing out the window.
If I moved fast enough.
I slipped into the final room, which turned out to be another bedroom, where probably the leader of the group, whoever he’d been, had been staying. I checked it and the closet out, making sure there was no one else hanging out, and confirmed that I was, in fact, alone. I realized, suddenly, that it was actually quite warm in the room.
Then I realized why.
“No fucking way,” I whispered, looking around.
I spied three small, sleek, powerful heating units set up around the room. They were fancy. I grabbed one and checked it out. I’d seen these before. I wasn’t quite sure how they worked, but they could fit in my pocket and were battery or solar powered. This one was halfway charged. Oh thank fucking God. I immediately turned it off, then did the same with the others, then put one into my inner coat pocket (the other inner pocket, not the one that held the journal, no fucking way I was risking burning that up), and put the other two in my backpack. We might actually have a real chance of making it through this thing.
Looking around, I set to work.
This was going to have to be fast.
~
In reality, I was probably in that house for, at most, twenty minutes.
But while I was fervently hunting through it, stuffing my backpack with supplies and then loading up the sled I’d found with everything else, it felt like I was taking hours. The mounting winds and increasing snowfall only made things worse. But it was worth it. Finally, I had come to a place that was worth it.
Those guys hadn’t been starving, I knew that much.
Although it wasn’t super well packed, I found an appreciable amount of deer meat. I also found a nice supply of cans of fruits and vegetables, and two bottles of red wine. I knew that was going to make the ladies very happy.
Well, two of them anyway, considering Elizabeth’s condition.
I grabbed some bullets that I found, some medicine, whatever firewood they had collected, and mainly I loaded the sled down with blankets, sheets, and clothes. I snatched every last fucking blanket I could find, which was over a dozen between the sleeping areas and closets. Generating heat was one thing, but keeping it in and the cold out was another.
After grabbing everything I thought was there, I turned on the heater in my pocket after making sure the blankets were secure with bungee cables, and then I opened up the front door, preparing myself for the final run.
I wasn’t ready.
I stopped dead as a blast of absolutely fucking freezing air hit me like a motherfucking hammer. The snow wasn’t bad, not yet, the flakes still small, coming down in flurries, but I knew the wallop part of the storm was close.
My chest immediately hurt as I breathed in the frozen air. How cold was it now? Negative sixty? More? Jesus fucking Chris, what a nightmare.
Well, I had to do this.
Even if I could set up here and wait it out, I didn’t think Megan and Delilah and Elizabeth would survive without these supplies and, well, I was willing to risk my life and suffer through this cold for them, apparently.
Without giving myself a chance to think about it, I set off.
It was hell.
It was colder than I’d ever remembered being as I stepped out onto the porch. For a few seconds I slowed, then stopped, then actually, briefly considered going back inside just to escape the torturous freezing cold. But then the moment passed and I walked down off the porch, into the snowfall, and set off towards the highway. I could just make it and the truck stop out through the shifting snow. I kept my sights firmly on that highway as I put one foot in front of the other. That was how I was going to get through this.
One foot in front of the other.
Bit by bit, yard by yard.
I walked on. And on. And on.
I genuinely don’t know how long it took to get to the highway, I only know that it felt like fucking forever. I was freezing all over, mostly numb save for my chest, where the heater was. It was painful but I kept it on because I was honestly worried I’d die without it. At this point, I was convinced I was going to die regardless of what I did but even beneath this awful teal sky I found that I couldn’t give up.
So I kept walking.
When I made it to the highway, I didn’t even realize I’d done so until it occurred to me that the quality of the ground I was walking over had changed. I looked around again, (the visibility was worse now), and just saw the truck stop to my left. It occurred to me abruptly that at some point I’d lost track of it without even realizing it.
Shit, I was starting to lose it.
I was exhausted, mentally and physically, and even emotionally at this point.
Turning, I struggled through the winds and the snow towards the off-ramp. I had made it this far, I just needed to make it a bit farther.
Only a bit farther felt like I might as well be walking to the moon.
As I crossed the highway, I realized I was talking, really muttering to myself, but I couldn’t even make out what the fuck I was saying because I was shivering so violently. My brain felt like it was offline, my body just staggering on by itself. More than once, I had to glance back to make sure I hadn’t lost the sled or that it was still secured and everything wasn’t falling off of it. I’d be god-motherfucking-damned if I came this far just to lose all the shit I’d killed for and dragged this far. Somehow, someway, I was getting to that gun shop.
Another fucking hour seemed to pass before I finally hit the top of the off-ramp. I couldn’t see my destination any longer.
Inspiration abruptly struck and, shivering violently, I turned around and grabbed the sled. Hauling it forward, I got behind it, bent down and started pushing it ahead of me. Once it got even a little bit of momentum, I laid down on my stomach and held on. It
didn’t move too fast, the incline of the ramp wasn’t super steep, but the wind was to my back and the incline was just enough that I could make it work. As a result, I got down to the bottom a lot faster than I would’ve otherwise. I hit the bottom and cried out, or really gasped, as I hit a snowdrift and stopped abruptly. Falling off the sled, it took ages to get back to my feet.
Turning around, I started stomping off towards home.
Or where I thought home was.
Time disappeared as I marched into the blowing snowstorm. My reality seemed to change as well. I might as well have been stomping across Antarctica, or an alien world. I honestly don’t know how long I walked for and eventually I began to wonder if I was even walking in the right direction any longer.
The teal-white world began to turn to gray.
I lost all feeling in damn near my whole body.
Right before darkness began to consume me and I collapsed into the snow, I just barely caught sight of a single figure appearing out of the snowstorm, directly ahead of me.
And then I was out.
TWENTY TWO
I opened my eyes and came into a world of ache.
Not pain, exactly, not agony, but definitely suffering. Everything ached, like I’d been through the workout of my fucking life.
For several long moments, I had no fucking clue where I was.
Then I became aware of hammering. Also quiet conversation. And a fire crackling. And, beneath it all, an eternally shrieking wind.
I groaned when I tried to move.
“Oh shit, he’s awake.”
“Thank fucking God.”
I heard movement and I tried to ask a question but just another groan came out. Suddenly, I felt the thing I was laying on shift and then Delilah appeared over me. A second later, Elizabeth appeared on my other side.
“Chris,” Delilah said.
“What happened?” I managed.
“Here. Drink this,” Elizabeth said.
She put something to my lips and I drank. It was water. It was fucking liquid gold and I drank everything she gave me, then something went down the wrong tube and I started coughing up a storm. She winced and apologized, pulling it back. I took a moment for the coughs to die down, and damn did they hurt.
My whole body felt like it had been through a pulverizer.
“Not your fault,” I managed.
“I saved your ass,” Megan said from somewhere nearby. “You had almost made it back. I just barely saw you. I was waiting by the door.” Her voice grew louder and I heard her walking closer. A moment later, she also sat next to me, looking down at me. “I headed out when you collapsed and hauled your heavy ass up onto that sled, then dragged you inside. Took all three of us to get you up the fucking stairs.”
“Thank you,” I murmured. “Are we okay?”
“Seem to be,” Megan replied. “Still getting the blankets and stuff in place.”
I yawned suddenly and an intense desire for sleep began to roll over me, like being trapped in quicksand.
“You need to sleep,” Delilah murmured.
“How long was I out?”
“It’s only been about forty minutes,” Megan replied. “But you were out there for an hour, Chris. It’s a fucking miracle that you made it back alive.”
“Yeah,” I groaned. “Fuck. Got any painkillers?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth said, and she smiled suddenly, looking down at me. “And I have something else for you. I think you earned it.” She laughed softly and shook her head. “No, I know you earned it.” She stood up and began getting out of her clothes.
“Ah shit, really?” I asked, making all three of them laugh.
“Yes, Chris,” she replied.
“Here,” Delilah said, and gave me three painkillers. I took them and propped myself up slightly so that I could drink from a thermos. I looked down at myself and saw that I was down to my thermal underwear and undershirt.
“Aw shit,” I said as something occurred to me. “There’s a heater in my inner pocket-”
“I got it already. Your jacket is fine,” Megan replied. “Good fucking find, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, and then, while Elizabeth got undressed, I took the time to make sure that all my fingers and toes were still functional and feeling. It took a moment, but I confirmed that yeah, they were still there, still good.
No frostbite, thank fucking God.
“Oh my God you are so hot,” I whispered as I laid back down and saw Elizabeth naked again.
She giggled and blushed. “Thank you.”
“You all are. Fuck, you three are fucking angels,” I muttered.
“Let’s get you naked and settled,” Delilah said.
“Thanks for helping me.”
“Of course, Chris.”
Delilah and Elizabeth helped me get my clothes off while Megan kept hammering away, putting blankets up on the walls. It was cold in the room, but not unbearably so.
“I should wash,” I said.
“I can do that,” Elizabeth replied.
After I was naked and the blankets had been pulled back for me and I was resting about as comfortably as I could, she came back with a washcloth, a bottle of at least lukewarm water, and some soap. She got to work washing my cock, which was already on the way to becoming hard.
“I hope I can make this work,” she murmured as she started washing me off, running the cloth slowly over my dick, which immediately stiffened up the rest of the way.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it comfortably into my mouth,” she replied.
“I think you’ll manage,” Delilah said. “I can handle it and I think you’ve got a bigger mouth than I do.” She paused. “I meant that literally, not, like, an insult.”
Elizabeth giggled again. “I know. I’m just...like I said, I’m not used to, uh, bigger ones. I was glad to find that my pussy handled it fine without being sore, but it’s just...intimidating.”
“It’s not that big,” I replied.
“It is to me,” she said. “All right, you’re clean. Now, just relax and I’ll administer an extra dose of painkillers and then you can get some sleep, because you seriously fucking earned it. I looked out the window and it’s fucking terrifying out there.”
I was thinking of something to say to that as she settled down in between my legs, eventually laying on her side with a pillow for some support, and then my already frazzled and abused mind went blank as her tongue found the head of my cock.
A throb, a pure pulse of fantastic bliss careened through me as she began to lick me, and that was when I finally felt myself begin to relax.
I had done it. We had done it.
We were probably going to be okay.
I looked at her just amazingly beautiful, nude, pale body and those fucking awesome big, beautiful tits of hers as she worked my cock with her tongue. She licked across the head for a good, long minute while Delilah sat beside us and Megan worked in the background. Well, half-worked, she kept looking over. Then Elizabeth ran her tongue up and down my shaft, lingering on the more sensitive area at the base of the head.
And then she put my cock in her mouth.
She began a slow, sensual blowjob, her lips slipping down over the head and then back up. Down and up again. Nice and slow and oh my fucking God it was so fucking good…
“Holy shit, Elizabeth…” I groaned loudly, watching this seductive, dark-haired, pregnant beauty work my dick with her amazing mouth.
She let out a little laugh and seemed to relax slightly.
“Yes, you’re doing a great job,” I said as I realized she actually was worried about that. I had no idea how she could worry, she really was a fucking angel to me right now.
“Yeah, you look so good doing this,” Delilah murmured.
Elizabeth just closed her eyes and kept on working, quickly growing more confident as she took more and more of my dick into her mouth. She moaned softly as she worked it, g
etting her hand involved, moving her fingers in tandem with her seductive lips. I felt her tongue flicking across the head again and again.
Sleep was coming, I knew it, and I hovered at the edge of it, beginning to fade.
I could feel my orgasm coming on and knew I’d be gone the second I finished coming, or maybe even gone before then.
“Ugh...yes...Elizabeth...keep going…” I begged, twitching occasionally as the waves of hot pink pleasure rolled through my aching body.
When the orgasm came, it was intense, like a flare, a volcanic eruption.
I cried out and my cock jerked violently and I heard her let out a startled sound. But her mouth never stopped its wonderful work.
I could feel my seed not just leave but erupting from my cock in the first contraction. As it did, a shockwave of blinding ecstasy slammed through me. I cried out again as I started draining my nuts into her mouth.
And Elizabeth just fucking sucked my cock dry.
And then I was passing out once again.
~
When I came back awake, I was aware of only two things.
The first was that I was insanely fucking horny.
The second was that there were three naked women in bed with me.
“Oh thank God, you’re awake again,” I heard Delilah say as I shifted.
“How long?” I asked, sitting up and looking around me. Holy shit they looked amazing. Delilah and Megan were to my left, Elizabeth was to my right.
All naked.
“Several hours,” Megan growled. “I know you needed sleep, probably still do, but we were kind of hoping getting in bed with you like this would wake you up. We were close to just shaking you. We’re all fucking horny but Delilah made the very valid point that it’d be absolutely unfair of us to start without you.”
“Thank you, Delilah,” I said.
She smiled and kissed me. “You’re welcome. Now...can we begin? I haven’t had sex in like five fucking days and I am horny.”
“Same,” Elizabeth murmured. “And I’ve only had sex once in the past like three months,” she added, running a hand across my bare chest.
“Yes,” I replied, and kissed her while taking one of her big, wonderful breasts in my grasp. She let out a small gasp of surprise as our lips met and then moaned and deepened the kiss immediately. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I gladly touched mine to hers. She tasted wonderful. Behind me, I could feel as much as hear Delilah and Megan begin to go at it. My hands wandered hungrily over Elizabeth’s pleasantly padded, pregnant body, across her large breasts and down across the swell of her belly, to her hips and wonderful thighs.
