SEX & SURVIVAL

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Sex & Survival, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Sex & Survival in its original incarnation, i.e. a collection of episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one. I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This novel covers Episodes One through Six of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collections One & Two, and The Complete First Season.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

EPILOGUE

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER ONE

Mike Walker stood very still, waiting, listening.

One of them was nearby, and it might be a dangerous one. His hand rested on the butt of his pistol in its hip holster. Riley stood beside him, even more still than he was, almost unnaturally so. Her body was more in tune with itself, though, more primed for action and the hunt, so there was no surprise there.

As if to prove this, she suddenly drew her own pistol and pointed it at the treeline off to their right. He glanced over at her, up at her face, (she was almost two feet taller than he was), and saw a grim kind of smile on her rough, tanned features. She aimed carefully, the barrel of the pistol shifting slightly to the right, then she pulled the trigger. There was a sound, something like a startled half grunt that cut off abruptly, and then the thump of a body slamming into the ground like a sack of rocks. Satisfied, she holstered the pistol.

“Told you,” she said.

“So you did,” he replied.

They started walking along the deeply wooded path once again. Overhead, the sun peeked through the canopy of branches and leaves. Up ahead, lying half on the path, a big hole in its head, Mike spied a zombie.

He felt that same shudder of revulsion and fear slither coldly through him each time he saw one, though now, after years of it, it was a lot less powerful. He found his mind beginning to wander, as it often did on the long walks between settlements and the last beacons of civilization, found it drifting this time toward the question that everyone asked at one point or another: how in the fuck did we get here? How did this happen?

No seemed to know any exact facts. All they really seemed to be able to say was that sometime, somewhere around fifty years ago, there was a breakthrough. A scientific revolution. Not a step, but a leap forward. Some people believed it had been some kind of cure that had gone wrong, others thought it was a new form of biological warfare, but the explanation for the world he found himself in that made the most sense to Mike was that it had been a genetically engineered, selective virus meant to radically alter and mutate human beings for survival in a number of dangerous environment. It fit the most with what he saw now.

It explained the lizard-like reps that preferred desert climates.

It explained the squids, who could survive underwater indefinitely.

It explained the bird-like AVs, who could fly with ease.

It even explained the nearly eight foot redhead walking next to him. And it also explained the zombies. Whatever it was they had cooked up, (probably some kind of warfare program, he imagined that people who could breath underwater, who could fly, who were fucking eight feet tall, would be very effective soldiers), it had gone airborne, and it had gotten everywhere. Spread to every corner of the globe.

Infected everyone.

About two thirds of the population had mutated into horrific walking, stumbling, mindless horrors. The quickest, easiest word for them was ‘zombie’. People called them all sorts of things. Undead. Freaks. Monsters. Eaters. About half of those who were left mutated into something else, something that could fly or survive the intense heat or some other crazy thing. They were what the leftover humans called ‘sub-species’, although a lot of people called them freaks, too. Even though they weren’t.

Mike had grown up in this broken world, watching civilization trying, and failing, to rebuild itself, and then finally, over the past decade or so, settling into some semblance of its former glory. There were settlements now, small towns, villages, places where a couple hundred people gathered to farm and hunt and trade and survive. He knew there were still a few big cities, but he’d never been to one yet.

He had been traveling for twenty five years now. Although he couldn’t remember it, he’d been traveling since the day he was born, according to what his parents had told him. He supposed his last name was very appropriate.

Presently, he was traveling with a goliath.

“Are you sure this is good intel?” Riley asked as they walked on down the path.

They were heading towards one small settlement at the edges of the dense woods, a place called Hapless. A few days back, he’d been blowing through another settlement, stopping in to enjoy himself after a hard two weeks of traveling on the road, making camp in caves and abandoned houses, trying to stay alive when the zombies or asshole raiders tried to kill him. It was harder when you were alone, so he tried to travel with at least one partner whenever possible. But that could be a problem to, since people were hard to trust.

He generally tried to travel with women, and mainly only with inhumans because, despite what a lot of his own people thought, they were actually pretty trustworthy. He didn’t know why it was, and given the sheer amount he’d traveled with and been around, he thought it might have something to do with the way the virus wired them. They couldn’t all be good people. Of course, given humans own capacity for betrayal, they rarely trust him. He’d gotten good at figuring out how to earn others’ trust, because he had no interest in betrayal.

While he’d been in that past town, staying at a brothel for a few days, (a backpack full of food and bullets he’d found, after taking some for himself, had gotten him in good with them), he’d come across an interesting piece of information. A man who once happened to be an adventurer had some information to sell him. And since Mike was feeling lucky, and the asking price wasn’t outrageous, he’d taken the guy up on the offer.

There was a cache of supplies out there, a good-sized one, that was lost. He and his old traveling buddies had hidden it, but some of them had died, and the others had retired from adventuring before they could lay claim on it again, because it was supposed to be in a very dangerous place. He admitted that only knew the general region, that he’d taken a knock on the head at one point and it had fucked up his memory.

But he could point them in the direction of someone who did know the exact location.

And so, because he honestly had nothing better to do, and was always looking for the next challenge, Mike had bought the information with an old nine millimeter pistol and some ammo he’d been carrying around for a little while. The old man had pointed him towards Hapless, and told him to look for a man named Caravan.

Right before he’d been gearing up to go, he’d run into Riley, the eight foot redhead goliath who was tall and fairly built and terrifying. He’d gotten to talking with her, and finally asked her if she wanted to partner up.

And so here they were, walking together towards another settlement.

They’d been on the road for approaching two days now.

“So, Riley...what turned you onto wandering?” he asked.

Glancing over at her, he again was struck by just how big she was. She’d told him that she was seven foot ten. Which, good lord, that was so fucking tall. It was about average for a goliath, though. Her skin was deeply tanned and crisscrossed with scars. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and cargo pants ripped off at the knee loaded down with pockets that all bulged with bullets and other things. She had a huge pack across her back.

“Well, considering I’m so effective at it, and I’m not a damned farmer, I figured it was my only shot at anything resembling happiness,” she replied. “You?”

“I suppose I have about the same answer, although it really is more natural to me. I was born on the road. My parents were always traveling. Sometimes we’d settle for a few months at a time, but it seemed like something was always happening, always going wrong. My dad...was a bit of a mean drunk. And he was always getting into it with someone. Sometimes it was someone important, and we’d get thrown out of the community. Or something would happen to the settlement, zombies or bandits or nature or an accident. One place burned down cause someone left their damned candles going while they were passed out drunk. So that was my childhood. My dad eventually died, got into a knife fight he couldn’t win. Mom ended up settling down in one of the larger cities, and I...just couldn’t stop traveling.”

“Huh. I’m sorry. About your dad,” Riley replied.

“Me too, but it is what it is,” he murmured. “What about your parents?”

“They’re farmers, back on a goliath settlement out west. Not much story from me. I got bored, left home five years ago. Been traveling ever since.”

They fell into silence once more and he glanced over at her again. She was walking a little ahead of him. Goddamn did her ass fill out those cargo cut-offs nicely. She had thick, athletic thighs and broad hips that supported her huge ass. And it wasn’t just huge because of her height, it looked big even in proportion to her frame.

This was another reason he often tried to travel with inhuman women. Typically, the adventuring types were very open to casual sex.

And by God were they good at it.

There were a lot of people who balked at the idea of having sex with a rep or a jag or a squid, but Mike had never had a problem with it. They were still people. They spoke, they were sentient, they had similar wants and needs, they were generally nice. And for whatever reason, something he’d never really been able to pin down or articulate, he was very sexually attracted to inhumans. And Riley was no exception.

He had only ever made love with a goliath once before. Her name had been Jyn. Goliaths tended to come in two different varieties: thin and bulky. Jyn had been of the thin variety, and had been just six foot nine, a runt compared to the average goliath. It had been very good, and they’d parted on good terms, and sometimes still crossed paths. But he was honestly hoping to have sex with Riley, because she was more in line with what he’d been hoping for. A giantess. She was fucking huge, towering over him, with a body to match it.

Her breasts were literally bigger than his head.

When he was younger, Mike had had to reconcile a few things, to balance them. Something he had picked up from his mother was unequivocal respect for people in general, women in specific, especially when it came to sex. So he’d figured out very quickly not to pressure, not to pester, basically just to ask if someone was interested in sex and if he got a no, then that was that. That much was easy. But he was also kind of obsessed with sex.

If he were to sit down and examination his motivations, what drove him, what got him moving...sex would probably be really high up on the list. He sought it out, he looked for it, he asked for it. And he knew that could come across as basically him viewing women as fuck toys. That was where the need to kind of...reconcile these two things came in. It still tripped him up a little bit, but he’d mostly gotten through it.

Mike was happy to travel with and work with a woman if she didn’t have any sexual interest in him. He was okay with getting a no and moving on with the partnership, whatever it was. But he was also happy to try and do a really good job when they said yes. He worked to get his partners off, worked to make them happy. He didn’t lie, either. He didn’t lead anyone on, didn’t ever claim to be looking for a long term relationship, because he really wasn’t. At the end of his reasoning, he supposed he sought sex because...life was short. And painful. And dangerous. Sex felt amazing, sex connected him to someone else on a deep level.

Mike came out of his thoughts as they rounded a bend in the path and suddenly, up ahead, the trees and dense vegetation fell away, and he could see the first signs of Hapless up ahead. “This should be fun,” Riley said.

“You get a lot of trouble, in places like this?” he asked.

She snorted. “Nope. Fucking no one gives me trouble.”

He laughed. “I guess that makes a lot of sense.”

They kept walking until they were out of the trees. The pair of them passed a bullet-riddled sign that read Hapless Pop: 155. A decent sized settlement, he supposed. They should at least have all the usual places of business. And he counted them off as they walked into the town. There was the gun shop. There was the market. There was the bar. There was the hotel. Every town worth their salt ended up having one of these, in some form or another. Somewhere nearby, he was sure, there was at least one farm.

“Where do you think we’ll find Caravan?” he asked.

“Bar,” Riley replied. “Always the bar.”

“Good bet.”

They walked over to the bar and he pushed open the front door. Riley had to duck to walk inside. Most of the buildings that had been put up ever since the collapse of society tended to be bigger now. Mike honestly thought that it was out of some kind of collective fear of the goliaths. Although humans still had the biggest slice of population pie, (not counting zombies, of course), goliaths were the most common among the sub-species. And if you put them altogether, then the sub-species combined outnumbered the humans.

As they stepped into the bar, everyone stopped talking and looked at them. There were a good dozen people inside, all of them human, all of them suddenly looking uncomfortable. He noticed a few hands lay on a few pistols.

“We’re looking for a man named Caravan,” Mike said.

There was a long pause, then a portly, balding man sitting up at the bar heaved a sigh, threw back the rest of his beer, and turned around. “Aw, hell, what do you want? What is it this time, huh?” he asked, staring at them.

“Looking for some information,” Mike replied. “We were sent by Miller.”

That seemed to loosen him up a bit. “Miller, huh? That old son of a bitch is still kicking around?” He paused, studied them for several seconds. Finally, he stood up. “All right, come on, let’s go talk outside, you two.”

Well, this was going well so far.

The unfortunate thing about living in a world like this, especially out in these small settlements, was that it was all too easy to go from calm to gunfight. Of course, having an eight foot badass warrior woman with you really helped keep people’s tempers in check. They headed back outside into the bright sunshine.

“So, what can I do for the two of you?” he asked. They were standing in front of the bar now, out in fairly plain sight. Mike had an idea that this was intentional. For the most part, settlements stuck together. Unless there were special circumstances, an attack on one of them was an attack on all of them.

Mike was glad he had no intention of attacking anyone.

“I came across a particular piece of information a little ways about. I learned about a man named Silver who was supposed to have a hidden cache of guns and ammo somewhere in the region. Got pointed towards Miller, who pointed me towards you. I’d be willing to compensate you for the information,” he explained.

“Ah. That makes sense. I was wondering when and if someone would come around asking for that. Silver’s caches were the talk of the countryside several years ago...” He trailed off, rubbed at his rough stubbed, considering it. Finally, he nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell you what, I’ve got a deal for you. Had a friend who lived in this house outside of town. His place got overrun by zombies two nights ago and no one’s had much chance to go back since. The house was falling apart and there wasn’t really much there anyway, so he’s prepared to abandon it. But the house did have one thing that was pretty damned useful: solar panels.”

“And you want us to get them,” Riley said.

“Yes, indeed. There’s four of them, and they’re small enough that they should fit in your pack,” he said, nodding to Riley, given that she had a much bigger backpack. “They’re durable, but not unbreakable. So, you know, don’t fall on them or anything. Go get me those solar panels, I’ll give you your information.”

“Solar panels are a pretty big deal,” Mike said. “And getting them, I imagine, is going to be pretty dangerous...”

Caravan stared at the two of them for a moment, then heaved a sigh. “Okay, fine. Fair deal. What else do you want?” he asked.

“A place to stay for the night and an adequate meal. And the place needs to have a damned bath. Or at least a shower.”

“Goddamnit,” he muttered. “Okay, fine. Fuck. I own the Caravan Inn down the way. Our, uh, executive suite has a shower. Yes, it is big enough to accommodate even you,” he added, looking up at Riley again.

She looked down at Mike and he looked up at her. She gave the slightest of nods: she was okay with this deal.

“Deal,” Mike said.

“Don’t take too long,” Caravan replied, looking considerably less happy now.

“Oh, we won’t,” Riley said.

He gave them instructions how to get to the house, then went back into the bar. The pair of them set off for the eastern edge of town. Mike had learned a lot about making deals and negotiating and haggling over the years. The hard and fast of it was basically, you were as good as what you could offer. That’s why he’d gotten very good at survival. He had basic medical knowledge and basic mechanical knowledge. (Very basic.) But he could stay alive, and he could get into and out places that most people couldn’t.

And there were a lot of places like that, and those places tended to have things inside of them that people wanted.

It was his most marketable skill.

He looked over at Riley as they walked. He imagine it was probably hers, too. Well, that and intimidation.

They walked on in silence for several minutes, hitting the city limit and pressing outwards, along a path that was supposed to lead to the house in question.

“So, what does your fuck history look like?” Riley asked.

He looked over at her again. She looked back. “What? It’s something we wandering types like to talk about, right?”

“That’s a good point,” he replied. “Well, straight up, I’ve slept with a lot of women.”

“How many?”

“I...lost track.”

“Fair enough. Just human women?” she asked.

“No. Not even majority. I mean, I like human women, but I like inhumans better.”

“Really? So you’ve done it with a rep? A jag?” she asked.

“Yep to both. More than once,” he replied. Although he was used to being fairly open and talking about stuff like this, it did seem a little weird. Maybe that was just because he really wanted to have sex with Riley and he still wasn’t sure how to approach it.

“An AV?”

“Yes. A few times.”

“A squid? Those are rare.”

“Not yet, actually.”

“Ah, so you intend to. A goliath? My kind?”

“Once,” he replied.

She looked down at him briefly and smirked. “How was she? Or he?”

“Just ladies with me,” he replied. “And she was fantastic.”

“Nice...what about the nymphs? The plant people?”

“Yes, a few times. That’s...quite an experience.”

“It is, isn’t it? I’ve been with a few. Two guys and a girl. They’re...very skilled.”

“They are,” Mike murmured, remembering his first encounter with a nymph. They lived mainly in forests, among the trees, named as such because they were like something straight out of an old fantasy novel. He’d been moving through a forest for days, looking for something, and he’d been being stalked. For awhile, he hadn’t know what it was, but finally she had revealed herself. A nymph. A green-skinned, blue-eyed naked woman with mud and dead leaves clinging to her body. They’d got to talking and finally she’d propositioned him.

He hadn’t really been able to say no, since he was both extremely attracted to her and deeply interested in what it would be like.

“And what about a wraith?” she asked, a sly smile on her face.

He hesitated. People could kind of-sort of tolerate a lot sexual activity between humans and inhumans. Reps and jags were probably the most common. Nymphs, too. But a wraith was a human who was somewhere halfway in between being a person and being a zombie. That was a...fetish all its own, when you wanted to fuck a wraith.

“Come on...I’m not gonna judge,” Riley said, prodding him.

“Yeah. Twice,” he replied.

“That’s really hot,” she said.

He glanced up at her again. “You think so?”

“Fuck yeah. Man, so you’ve gone almost across the whole spectrum. Why do you do it? So many people I know are only cool with fucking maybe one or two of the ‘sub-species’, and a lot just won’t do it at all. But you’ll fuck anything.”

“Not anything,” he replied.

“Okay, that came out wrong, sorry. But you get what I mean.”

“I do.” He sighed, thought about it. “I don’t really know,” he replied. “Maybe it’s because I traveled my whole life, and I got to know a lot of different people. We traveled in groups a lot growing up. I actually lost my virginity to a jag. She was so beautiful, and a few years older than me. She had the most beautiful yellow-orange fur with some shades of pink in there. But I’ve just always been okay with having sex outside my species. What about you?”

“Same,” she replied. “My people actually didn’t like it at all that I liked to fuck humans and reps and other things. Part of the reason I left, honestly. There was never anyone around my home besides other goliaths. And I mean yeah, I like fuck them, too. But that gets boring. I want to mix it up. I want something different. I want-” She stopped.

They were close to the house now, he could actually see it up ahead, at the end of the road. “What is it?” he asked as she pulled her pistol out.

“Heard something,” she muttered, looking around.

He joined her, and he could sense something out there, too. That was the problem with zombies. A lot of them were stumbling, moaning, obvious things. Like all the old movies and books used to portray them. But they weren’t all like that. Some were dangerous. Some retained more reasoning, more strength, more speed.

Some would actually hunt you, and effectively, too.

There was a growl to the right and a zombie suddenly ran out of the treeline, shoving through the overgrowth of plant life, and came running right for Riley. She didn’t even shoot it. She just reached out, snatched it up by the neck, and lifted it high off the ground. It struggled, trashing violently in her grasp, and she squeezed, just once.

There was a loud snap, and the thing went limp.

“I hate these things,” she muttered, tossing the body back into the woods.

“You are fucking strong,” he marveled.

“I am,” she agreed. “Come on, let’s finish this up. I want to get back. I’m really, really looking forward to a long, hot shower.”

“Same,” Mike said.

It had been too long since he’d had a shower.

They came to stand in front of the house. It was a two story, rundown piece of crap. Though it was in better condition than several of the abandoned houses he typically came across out in the wilderness. He could just make out the solar panels fitted on the roof from where he stood. “Well, let’s get to it,” he said, and they set off towards the house.

All in all, it took about an hour to get it all done.

They spent most of it just searching the house and clearing out a handful of zombies that were still lingering. They also took a moment to search through the wreckage, looking for anything that might’ve been left behind. They managed to find some cans of food, a few bottles of water, some bullets. Nothing more than that. From there, they found their way onto the roof. Luckily, Mike had a little toolkit with him, and all it took was the right screwdriver to free the quartet of solar panels from their housing.

“Nice view,” Riley said, standing on the roof beside him, looking out over the forest. He glanced up, saw her huge ass, felt a tremor of lust shiver through him, and got back to work.

“It is,” he agreed.

She snorted. “Are you checking out my ass, Mike?” she asked.

“...maybe,” he replied after a few seconds, getting the third one undone.

“You wanna fuck me, Mike?” she asked, still facing away from him.

He glanced over at her briefly again. “Maybe,” he replied.

“What kind of answer is that?”

“Yes, Riley. I want to fuck you,” he replied, feeling at once excited, awkward, and nervous. This wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined it would go down.

“How bad?” she asked, her voice neutral.

“Pretty bad,” he admitted. “Like...really bad.”

She laughed. “Well, lucky for you, I want to fuck you, too, Mike. How about you finish that up, we go back to town, take a shower, and have a hot, furious fuck session? I promise not to break you,” she replied.

“That sounds very good,” he said, his heart hammering in his chest now. And erection had sprung up, straining against his pants.

“Perfect. Hurry up, I’m horny.”

He hurried up.

It didn’t take all that much longer to get the solar panels uncoupled from the house and stored in Riley’s pack. Once they were secure, the two of them got down off the roof, made their way through the house, and started heading back.

“So, Riley...”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking at him.

“I’m not small, but I’m not really big either. The only other goliath I slept with was, well, she was certainly taller than me, but she was a runt compared to you. Am I gonna be able to...you know...” he wasn’t sure how to put it.

“Satisfy me? It’ll be fine. Goliath vaginas are...malleable. Don’t worry.”

“Oh. Okay. Awesome.”

She snorted. “Yes, it’s very awesome.”

They hurried back through town. He wondered if anyone was gonna give him crap for fucking a goliath, because Riley seemed like the kind of woman who was very...vocal, during sex. And man, even barring that, they were gonna assume. Well, he didn’t really care. He’d have his information, and a place to sleep for the night.

Plus, he’d get to fuck Riley.

He really had a thing for tall women, and redheads, and tough chicks. And God, Riley was all that and more.

There was something just...intensely erotic about the difference in size between them. He didn’t know why or how to describe it at all, even to himself, but one of the largest things that was drawing him to her was the fact that she was two feet taller than he was. A behemoth, a giantess the towered over him.

And she wanted to fuck him.

She’d probably be a really good, a really enthusiastic, partner.

Finding it hard to focus, he hurried back through the woods. It was beginning to darken now, the sun heading for the horizon. He tried to focus on his thoughts, his plans, to keep himself sharp. So, they’d get the info, fuck, and then sleep for the night, then resupply in the morning and head off to wherever they were supposed to go. Simple enough. Provided nothing annoying got in the way. That happened all too often.

A few minutes later, they arrived back at the city and found Caravan waiting for them back at the bar. He joined them outside once more.

“Come on, down to my inn. I’d rather not do this outside,” he said.

“Fair enough,” Mike replied.

Normally he’d be paranoid that maybe the guy was going to just take the damned solar panels by force, but he didn’t think he’d be getting robbed with Riley at his side. Everyone else seemed distinctly uncomfortable and nervous around her. She had a way of putting everyone on their best behavior. They walked down the road until they came to a three story building, what once might have been an apartment building, and went inside.

The main lobby had a little dining area that was pretty much empty. He took them into a back room behind the front desk.

“Okay, let’s see ‘em,” he said.

Riley shrugged out of her pack and set it down. She unzipped it and carefully pulled out the solar panels, laying them out one by one.

“This is perfect,” he whispered. “Thanks, this was definitely worth it.”

It would be, Mike thought. The ability to produce energy reliably was a tremendously sought after thing in this world.

Caravan stacked the solar panels and carefully gathered them up in his arms, then disappeared through another door in the back room, closing the door behind him with his foot. They waited. Mike glanced at Riley. Her head nearly touched the ceiling. He wondered what it would be like to be that tall. Probably annoying sometimes, like now. She looked down at him and flashed him a mischievous grin, and that flooded his gut with excitement and lust. He was really going to do this. That thought kept coming back to him.

Caravan came back.

“Here,” he said, handing Mike a key. “The one you want is in the basement. Well, it is the basement, basically. Executive suite. You get one night. Fair?”

“Fair, so long as you make sure we get a big fucking meal.”

He sighed. “Yeah, fine. You’ll get your food. I’ll need about an hour and a half...what is it you want, anyway?”

“Steak and eggs. And potatoes,” Mike said.

“A lot of bacon. And venison. And booze,” Riley said. “A lot of it.”

“Ugh, of course. Fine, go. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

“And the guy we want? Where is he?” Riley asked.

“Oh, right. You’re going to want to head east for about ten miles. There’s another settlement like this one called Green. There’s a man there named Big Jim. He’ll be able to tell you exactly where it is you want to go.”

“All right, thanks.”

Mike left the room and Riley followed him. They made their way through the building, down a hallway, and to a door that led to a narrow stairwell. It was just barely big enough to admit Riley. The two of them moved silently and quickly down the stairs. Mike unlocked the door at the bottom and pushed it open. He found a light switch and flicked it on.

“Whoa, nice,” Riley said as the lights illuminated the basement room.

It really did take up pretty much the whole basement. There was an enormous bed, a custom-made thing that had to be nine feet long and six wide, done up with a lot of pillows and blankets. There was a dining area, a small rec area with a freaking stereo system fitted behind some pretty heavy glass. Which made sense, given they were rare and expensive. There were a pair of dressers, a desk, some chairs, and one other door.

Mike moved across the large, carpeted room and pushed the door open. He flicked on another light and found himself looking in a pretty big bathroom that was half taken up by a shower stall. More of a shower rectangle than anything else. It was huge. It could definitely hold both of them. Which was fucking awesome.

He heard Riley come into the bathroom behind him.

“Oh, perfect, he wasn’t lying. I need a shower,” she said, and pulled off the shirt she was wearing. She dropped it and then pulled off the huge sports bra she was wearing, and her enormous breasts bounced as they were freed.

“Holy God,” he whispered.

They were the largest breasts he’d ever seen in his entire life. They were simply stunning. Massive, round, pale, firm, topped with beautiful pink nipples. There was a dusting of freckles across the top of them.

“You can touch them when we get in the shower,” she said, and then pulled down her pants and panties after kicking off her shoes.

He couldn’t help but stare at her tremendous thighs. They were large both because she was freaking eight feet tall and also because she had a thick frame. They were athletic and also had a nice amount of padding to them. Her vagina had a light dusting of red pubic hair across it. She noticed him staring.

“I keep it shaved, dunno how you feel about that,” she said, moving past him and up to the shower. She pulled the curtain back and turned on the water. Her ass was practically a monument to lust and desire and pure, simple, animal need for sex. It was huge and round and fit, also noticeably paler than the rest of her. Definitely a fat ass, thick and curvy, rounded at the bottom, narrowing as it went up to her trim waistline.

“I feel fine about that,” he replied, and watched her slip into the shower.

In a desperate fit of need to be in there with her, he quickly shucked all of his clothing and got in after her. As he closed the shower curtain behind them, he became enveloped in a world he didn’t often get to experience. Showers were a rarity nowadays. It was hard and expensive to maintain such a system, and places that still offered them saw a lot of traffic. Most villages had a building dedicated to just showers.

It had been about a month since he’d enjoyed a shower. Not a wash, he washed every couple of days or so one way or another, even if it was just water from a bottle on a rag with a thin bar of soap. He found a way. So this was a blessing. In more than one way. He looked around the white-tiled room, which looked like it had seen a hell of a lot of use, and found a rag and a bar of soap. Standing beneath one of the two showerheads, he lathered it up and then stepped up to Riley. Looking her up and down, he felt like he was looking at a goddess.

She seemed to feel his gaze on her.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re just...you are so fucking beautiful,” he replied.

She smiled and, holy shit, was she blushing?

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Are you blushing?” he asked.

“No!” She paused, sighed. “I don’t know, maybe. I don’t get compliments often. Not real ones. I can tell when they’re real.”

“That sucks that you don’t get them more often, because you are seriously hot. You are the picture of sexiness as far as I’m concerned.”

She laughed. “Okay, come on, let’s get started,” she said.

He nodded and reached up, laying his soapy hands across her huge breasts. Goddamn, they were literally bigger than his fucking head. He slowly ran his hands over them, and she stood there and let him, closing her eyes, as if simply enjoying his touch, and she probably was. For some people, and Mike counted himself among them, simple skin-on-skin contact was almost like a drug. It was a high all its own. Sex was great, foreplay was awesome, but simple touching was, he thought, very underrated.

He groped and gently squeezed her breasts, unable to even begin to get his hands around them, and then grabbed the rag and soap and began running his hands over her huge body. He slid them down her wet skin, which was rough in some places, scarred. Her stomach had some padding to it. He shifted his grasp down to her immensely broad hips.

“Goddamn, I love your hips,” he whispered.

“I don’t freak you out?” she asked suddenly.

He looked up at her. “What?”

“My size. My height. This doesn’t scare you? Intimidate you?”

“Oh fuck yeah you intimidate me,” he replied. She burst out laughing. “But I honestly want to have sex with you more than I’m afraid of you.”

“Lucky for me then, huh?”

“What about you?” he asked as he focused on her thighs. They were just as beautiful and fantastic as her hips and breasts, thick, well-muscled, but with some pleasant padding to them. Fuck, she was so beautiful.

“What about me what?” she replied.

“My size. Doesn’t it...underwhelm you?” he asked.

She snorted. “No. There’s something kind of hot about it, actually. Dunno why, but the size difference has always turned me on. I imagine you feel the same way.”

“I do. The fact that you’re so fucking tall and big, goddamn it turns me on. Plus, you’re a redhead. I fucking love redheads.”

She laughed. “Bonus then.” She turned around and he began to run his hands over her huge ass. He couldn’t get over how thick and full and just big it was. He washed her off, and then passed her the rag and soap. She took it from him and ran her huge, strong hands over his own body. Her touch felt great, electric almost, stimulating him and making him want her even more. Then she gripped his cock and began to massage it between her fingers. He was nervous but also intensely aroused. She touched it for a bit longer.

“Come on,” she said. “I want to do sex things now.”

“Me too,” he replied, and eagerly finished washing up.

As soon as they were done and clean, they killed the water and grabbed towels. Mike dried off as quickly as he could and then headed into the bedroom. He crossed the room and crawled onto the huge bed. A moment later, Riley had finished and she joined him. The bed shifted and creaked loudly as she climbed onto it.

“Now, how are we gonna do this?” she murmured.

“How about missionary?” he suggested. It seemed the safest.

“It’s a good place to start,” she replied, laying down on her back and spreading her legs. “Can we forgo foreplay? I just really want to be fucked right now.”

“I can respect that,” he replied, and got in between her legs. As he crouched there between her thick, tremendous thighs, staring at her body, he was really struck by how big she was. She was a giantess. A behemoth. A sex deity. She stared back at him.

“Well?” she asked. “You gonna put it in me?”

“Fuck yes,” he replied, and got up against her, resting on his knees now. He gripped his steel hard cock and placed it up against her pussy. He could already feel the heat coming off of her like an oven. He put the tip at the entrance of her vagina and began pushing his way into her. And Mike groaned loudly as he realized that he didn’t have anything to worry about. Goliath pussy actually felt pretty fucking fantastic.

“Holy fuck!” he groaned as he buried himself in her.

“That’s it,” she whispered, spreading her long, long legs wider. “That’s fucking it, Mike. Give it to me. Fuck me hard!” she growled.

He was very happy to comply.

Laying himself down against her, his head was just shy of her huge breasts. He reached up and began groping them as he started pounding her, sliding his steel hard cock rapidly in and out of her inhuman pussy, feeling at that heat, all that wetness, the grip of it, the drag of it on his cock. And bareback, oh the pure, absolute pleasure of going bareback. He put his endurance to use, an endurance built up by years of walking, and fighting, and surviving. Put it to use as he slammed into her furiously, shoving his cock into her over and over again, fucking her brains out. And Riley was screaming, and that sound was glorious to hear.

“Oh, yes! Fucking give it to me!” she shrieked.

The pleasure burned through him like a live flame, like lightning, radiating out from his core. In that moment, there was only him and Riley, making furious love. There was just her, gasping and moaning as he moved against her. There was her, moaning his name loudly. Being inside of her with nothing between them.

Sexual unity. A physical connection between them.

“I’m going-keep-keep-don’t stop!” she cried, and then she let out an inarticulate shriek and holy fuck she was coming.

And Riley, it turned out, was a squirter.

She let out a long, almost howling shriek of pleasure and her whole body bucked and jerked, almost throwing him off. But he held on, continued fucking her orgasming vagina, relishing the pleasure of bringing a woman to climax, of getting his partner off. Loving the feel of it as her pussy got a lot hotter and far wetter very fast, the way her muscles clenched and jerked and twitched around his cock. And she was spraying a hot spray of feminine sex juices out of her, getting all over his balls and inner thighs.

“I’m gonna come, Riley!” he shouted.

“Do it!” she growled. “Fucking come in me!”

That was all he needed.

He was coming inside of her. He was spilling his seed inside of her perfect pussy. Mike cried out, the sound made inarticulate by the sheer, raw ecstasy he was feeling right now. His dick kicked hard and spat a thick spray of his seed out, depositing it into her. On the heels of that first explosion of pleasure was another, more powerful one, his dick convulsing and ejecting another spurt of his seed into her, pumping her full of it.

Hot waves of absolute bliss rolled through him, renewing with a fresh intensity of impossible rapture with each fresh contraction of his dick. He could hear himself moaning, could feel the supernova of pleasure bursting out from his core, filling the whole of his being. Could feel her moaning and writhing and twisting against him.

Their orgasms slowly coasted to a stop, and left them each gasping and sweaty against each other, him still inside of her.

“Wow,” she said, after several seconds of silence. “That was something else.”

“It was,” he whispered. “Oh damn, I think I pulled a muscle. Goddamn that was some fucking awesome sex.” He slowly, carefully pulled out of her, the head of his cock very sensitive just then. He flopped over onto his back, waiting for his head to stop spinning, staring at the ceiling. “You’re really good in bed, Riley.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, and that was just the first time,” she said. “We’ll do better when we get more used to each other.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he murmured. She sat up and smiled down at him, her face flushed, her short red hair in a wild disarray. “So, I’m taking it that this goliath pussy was all that you had hoped for and more?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “Thanks a lot for fucking me.”

She laughed. “You’re cute. And you’re welcome. And thank you. As you can imagine, it’s a little hard for me to talk guys into my bed.”

“Yeah, I imagine so. Given you can break them in half with ease. When was the last time you got laid?” he asked.

“Two weeks ago. Talked a cute rep guy into fucking me. Man, those scaly guys can fuck a pussy. It was fantastic. You?”

“Last week,” he replied. “Managed to talk my way into a threesome with a rep and a jag. And by talk, I mean pay.”

“Ooh, scales and fur, that must’ve been nice as fuck.”

“It was. They were...quite skilled.”

“Well, how about we get another shower in before our meal is ready?” she suggested. “Then we can eat, and sleep for the night. We should really hit the road bright and early tomorrow morning, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he replied, and sat up.

They both got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom again.

So far, this partnership was looking pretty damned awesome.

CHAPTER TWO

“Mike. Wake up.”

He felt a heavy hand on his chest, shaking him lightly. Mike had gotten very good at waking up quickly from a young age. It was kind of necessary if you planned on living in a world full of killers and monsters. But the bed he’d gone to sleep in last night was so damned comfortable that he was having a particularly difficult time breaking through the fog of exhaustion that enshrouded him. He opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He wasn’t even sure who was waking him, save that it was a woman, and she had a big fucking hand.

“I’m horny.”

Riley. That’s who was waking him. He realized that he, too, was horny. Extremely so. He always had an awful case of morning wood. Another great reason to travel with sexually liberated women: they tended to love morning sex as much as he did.

“How you wanna do it?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. It was almost pitch black in the room. There was just a bit of light coming in from under the door.

“Just fuck me like last time, and hurry,” Riley replied.

She shifted and rolled onto her back. Moving by touch alone, he got on top of her, in between her tremendous, powerful thighs. Mike gripped his cock and managed to get it lined up with her pussy, then pushed his way inside. They both moaned in sexual unity. Panting now, his heart thundering in his chest as lust and excitement rose up from the darkness, he began drilling into her, pounding her. The pleasure blasted into him.

“Oh fuck yes, Mike,” Riley moaned loudly. “Fucking goddamnit yes!” she cried, spreading her legs out further. He grunted as he pounded her, feeling more like an animal screwing for the sake of pure mindless lust more than anything. And from the way she was moving and the sounds she was making, he thought that Riley felt the same way just then. It was wonderful and frantic and sweaty, and though their fucking session lasted just over a minute, it was fantastically pleasurable the whole way through and the orgasms they both achieved simultaneously exploded through them, blasting their bodies with absolute, raw bliss.

As he finished coming down from the high, gasping for breath, he fell against her, rising and falling with her chest.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“You’re so welcome. And thank you. That was fucking awesome. You are really, really good at sex,” he replied.

She snorted. “I think I am, but I also think that you’re just super into me, so getting to stick your cock in me at all is mind-blowing to you.”

“Maybe,” he replied. Mike pulled his softening cock from her and, morning wood properly satisfied and dealt with, stood up and stretched. Several of his joints popped wonderfully and he yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes. Now that he was more awake, he crossed the underground bedroom and came into the bathroom, moving carefully in the very dim light. He screwed up his eyes as he flicked on the lights, then turned on the shower and, while it was heating up, took a long, pleasant piss in the toilet.

By the time he was done, Riley had joined him in the bathroom. She pissed while he got into the shower, and then joined him in there.

“You blow huge fucking loads, you know that?” she asked as she detached one of the showerheads and put it up against her pussy.

“Sorry about that,” he replied.

“I don’t think you are, and it’s not really a big deal. Cleanup is just kind of annoying, you know. That’s why I’ve gotten used to swallowing. No cleanup.”

“I will so keep that in mind. I’d love to go pussy-to-mouth with you.”

“Most guys do,” she replied.

Riley replaced the showerhead and they both set to work cleaning up. Since there was one available, Mike grabbed the electric razor and took the opportunity to buzz his hair and beard. When he was finished, Riley asked for it, and he gave it to her. She gave her pubic hair a quick buzz, washed the razor off, and put it back.

“So...is this going to be okay from now on?” Mike asked.

“What?” she asked.

“Sex. Are you interested in more?”

“Oh, definitely. Finding a guy that I’m actually attracted to, and is attracted to me, and is pretty good at sex, and I feel like I can trust? That’s rare. I’m going to fuck you as much as you can handle it. Actually, probably more than you can handle it.”

“Awesome. I’ll be thrilled to try to handle it,” he replied.

“Good.”

They finished showering, killed the water, and dried off. Once that was done, they pulled out new sets of clothing and pulled them on. After making sure they hadn’t left anything behind and all their gear was packed up and ready to go, the pair left the basement and moved back up to the lobby, where they found Caravan with his feet kicked up behind the desk, eating and reading. He set his book aside and sat up as they approached.

“You two done?” he asked. “Cause I’ve got paying customers that would like to stay down there. And that thing fetches a nice price.”

“Quit bitching,” Mike replied, setting the key down. “You got your fucking solar panels.”

“All right, whatever. You need anything else?” he mumbled.

“Breakfast,” Riley replied.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to pay for it.”

Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He set it down on the counter. Caravan grabbed it, flicked it open, studied it. He shut and pocketed it. “Fine, but it’s not going to be like last night.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m fucking eight feet tall. I’m not exactly a light eater,” Riley replied.

“Then it’ll cost more.”

Riley sighed, reached into one of her pockets, and fished out a magazine of bullets. She set it down on the counter.

“Fine, this’ll do,” he said after examining them. “What do you want?”

They ordered pretty much what they ordered last night, since Mike had come to love steak and eggs and potatoes. Riley threw in some vegetable soup and a few sandwiches and some chicken, and then they went and sat down at the only table that had a chair big enough for her. They looked out the window while they waited. It was an overcast day, which was really nice, since traveling in the baking sun was a pain in the ass and not at all comfortable.

“Got any interesting stories?” Riley asked after a few minutes.

“Some, I guess,” he replied. “No more interesting than I’m sure you’ve got.”

“Try me.”

“Well...there was a time I took out about two hundred zombies at once.  I was in a forest, checking out a wrecked plane, by myself. I had found a pretty decent haul, but didn’t get away with much of it, because apparently there were a metric fuckton of zombies hiding among the trees. Before I knew it, they were everywhere. So I ended up setting the plane’s fuel reserve to blow and got the hell out of there.”

“Did you set the forest on fire?”

“No, thankfully it was a pretty rainy day. But man I thought I was done for. Barely got out of there as it was. And then...” he considered it, then smiled suddenly. “Well, two winters ago, I decided, as I usually do, to try and wait it out in a suitable place. I was already traveling in a group with six others and they liked the idea, so we holed up in an old hospital that had once obviously been someone’s base but had been overrun by zombies. So we cleared it out, set up good fortifications, and lived off the reserves inside. And all six of the others were women, and they were all cool with fucking, and we fucked all winter.”

“Holy shit, seriously? What were they?”

“One human, two reps, two jags, and a wraith.”

“Huh...wait, you had sex with them lots of times, all winter?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“You said you’ve only ever been with a wraith twice.”

“Ah. Yes, well...” He hesitated. “I meant, you know, two different wraiths.”

“How many times did you fuck her? Was she hot?”

“She was really hot, actually. In pretty good condition, a redhead, these amazing, large breasts. I probably fucked her like...” he hesitated again.

“Don’t lie to me, Mike,” Riley warned.

“Probably like fifty times,” he replied.

“Holy shit. Why are you so hesitant to talk about wraiths?”

He sighed. “You know, people are generally fairly cool with fucking inhumans. For the most part. It’s not something I advertise, I mean, in certain company, but I’m mostly okay to talk about it. But wraiths...” He looked around. They were alone still. “A lot of people, even among most other inhumans, see that as a huge, disgusting perversion. I’ve known villages that will straight up murder wraiths if they come across them. They don’t realize that they’re still people, they still think and feel. That’s always upset me. So I help wraiths wherever I can, and one of the things they want is...well, intimacy, sex, pleasure. So I...help with that, too. And, I mean, there is a part of me that’s turned on by the idea of fucking a wraith. I don’t really know why.”

“I feel about the same way you do,” Riley said. “I let wraith guys fuck me whenever they ask. I’ve slept with six so far. They’re pretty good. I mean, it’s harder for them to get it up, but I don’t mind taking the time and...assisting them with that. I’m really good with my mouth.”

“I really want to find out how good,” he said.

She smirked. “Tell you what, once we’re a good distance away from town...how about we take a break and I’ll suck you off?”

“That sounds fucking awesome,” he replied. “I’d really appreciate it.”

“Good.”

“What about you? Any good stories?”

“Lots. Hmm...well, I ended up overthrowing a small village once.”

“Whoa, seriously?”

“Yep.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“Came across a little set up of maybe thirty or forty people. There was a gang running the show. They’d killed the previous leaders and pretty much intimidated the others into doing whatever they said, because they had access to a huge cache of water. So, obviously, I wasn’t going to stand for that shit. I killed those assholes, all but one, and tortured the information out of him. Okay, well, that really sounds more brutal than it was. That’s what I say when I tell people I’m trying to impress them with this story. Really, I threatened him,” she explained.

“You aren’t trying to impress me anymore?”

“No. And, okay, impress is the wrong word. Intimidate. Which is pretty easy already. But yeah, I threatened it out of him, then, okay, admittedly, I did break some of his ribs. But I let him go. Told him if I ever saw him again I’d kill him. Still haven’t seen him since. I gave them the information on the site of the water and stayed with them for two months, helping them get back on their feet,” she explained.

“What about a sex story?” he asked.

She smirked. “Well...ties into that first one. Part of the deal was that in exchange for protection and other things, I got sex. There were a good six guys and two women that were down to fuck, so I was happy and fucked for those two months.”

“Awesome. That must’ve been really nice.”

“Oh it was. I fucked every night.”

Their food came not too much later after that. They swapped more stories over breakfast, and plowed straight through the entire meal, eating every last bit. It was going to be a long day. After eating, they decided to do an inventory before heading out.

“Okay, I’m good on bullets, my pistols are in good shape, got enough food for a few days. Well, I mean, for me at least. Got medical supplies, sleeping bag...” Mike murmured.

“Same, although I’m low on water.”

“Me too, actually.”

“I can sell you some,” Caravan said.

Mike and Riley stared at him. He considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay, fine. So long as you don’t overcharge us.”

“How much water do you want?”

Mike and Riley set out the bottles they carried with them. Between them they had six smaller plastic bottles, a canteen, and two one gallon jugs. He ended up accepting another two magazines of nine millimeter bullets and a half-dozen shotgun shells, then refilled everything with filtered water. As soon as they were filled back up, the pair of them made their way out of the hotel and hit the road again, heading east.

…

The first few hours of the walk went fairly smoothly.

For the most part, they just walked along a road made of cracked blacktop. Plants had grown up through the cracks. They passed the occasional rusted-out skeletons of vehicles, stopping to check them over. Nine hundred and ninety nine cars out of every thousand had been stripped of anything useful in the fifty years since the fall of civilization. However, every now and then, Mike still found something worthwhile.

And it wasn’t like they were exactly in a hurry.

“I was curious, and you don’t have to answer, but...how long was your longest relationship?” Riley asked as they pried a trunk open.

A closed trunk was a good sign.

“No, it’s fine. Six months,” he replied.

“Whoa, really? What was she like?”

“She was great. She was a human. A wanderer and survivor like me. Melanie was her name. She was a tall, fit, brunette with the most amazing thighs. She was a kick-boxer. About five years older than me, she was quick, physically and mentally, and amazing in bed. Especially at sucking dick. Man, she made me up my oral game.”

“I’d like to see that. Next time we get some downtime?” she asked.

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Perfect. Speaking of which, want that blowjob soon?”

“God, yes.”

“I’ll show you a great time. We can trade. So what happened, with you and Melanie?”

“Well, we were heading towards one of the larger settlements about five months into our relationship, and her sister, her sister’s husband, and their kid lived there. They were all she had left in terms of family. And she wanted to visit. So we stopped by, and decided to take a bit of time off, because we’d gotten a big haul. And by the end of the week, Melanie...kind of realized that she was done traveling.”

“What, just like that?”

“Yeah. It just kinda...happened. She wanted to me to say with her, get a place, settle down. I...thought I was in love. Maybe I was. I tried, I honestly tried, but after three weeks, I just knew it wasn’t going to work. So we split up.”

“Do you ever visit her?” Riley asked.

“I have a few times. She’s got a more stable relationship now, although it’s open. I don’t think there’s a man or woman alive that could talk Melanie into a monogamous relationship. So, probably once a year I go see her and we hook up for a few days and have fun...what about you, Riley? What’s your longest relationship?”

“A year and a half,” she replied. “And don’t be impressed by that. It was laziness more than anything else.”

“Laziness? Was he that boring?”

She sighed, then grunted and popped the trunk. They began sorting through it. “It was when I was younger, in my teens. Young love, you know how it is. Or maybe you don’t, since you traveled around all the time. I grew up in one place, stayed there for years and years. He was my friend, grew up a few houses down, asked me out. Didn’t have a good reason to say no, cause, you know, he was kinda cute, and nice enough, and decently hardworking. He fucked okay, in the beginning. When it was new and exciting.”

“And then?”

“Then...I got bored. Or, more accurately, I realized that I was bored. Bandits attacked our settlement.”

“Those were some brave or stupid people,” Mike murmured.

“Those are often one in the same. But they had other goliaths with them, and they were tough. Smart. Decisive. I fought like hell. We all did. Killed them all, in the end, but God, I was alive. That was when I realized that I was sick of being there. And that I wanted to leave. I wanted to explore, adventure, wander, do stupid things and risk my life. Fight zombies and assholes. When I told my lover, my family, my friends about this, they...didn’t react too well. Dad got it, mom flipped. Friends were sad, and my lover...he kind of went into denial. I hung around for two more weeks and...it got ugly. But I left.”

“Oh...sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s in the past, over a decade ago.”

“You ever go back?”

“Not for a few years now. One day I just started heading east and...never really stopped. And here I am. Ah hell, there’s nothing here,” she muttered, stepping back from the trunk. He sighed and agreed with her, leaving it open.

They started walking again, moving down the road. Their progress was decently steady for the next few hours. Mike thought it was times like these that were the most peaceful. They checked out the odd car, swapped more sex and survival stories, and started getting friendlier. And before he knew it, Riley decided it was time to take a break. They found an abandoned cabin not far off the side of the road they were traveling along and took a moment to check it out. There was no one and nothing around, and it was empty, but it was a place to get in out of the sun for a little bit...and to do some sexy things together.

“Sit down, and prepare to be fucking amazed,” Riley said as she shrugged out of her huge pack and set it on the floor.

“You seem pretty confident,” Mike replied as he sat down on the bed that was still in the cabin. He watched her as she sat down in front of him.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve got a big fucking mouth,” she replied. “And I can do a lot of things with my big fucking mouth. You’ll see.”

She carefully undid his belt, button, and zipper, then gently extracted his cock, which was already hard as a rock, from his boxers. She had big, powerful hands, and he knew just how powerful those hands were.

He wondered how she was with handjobs.

Riley leaned in now that she’d freed his cock and let her breath whisper out. He exhaled forcefully as he felt the heat of her breath across his most sensitive area. It caused a shudder of pleasure and anticipation to roll through him. Riley leaned in further, her big, pink tongue stuck out. Mike groaned as it touched the tip of his cock and she licked slowly, firmly against it. Pleasure sizzled and sparked up into him.

Breathing more heavily now, he watched intently as she continued licking his cock, going slowly, dragging her hot, wet tongue across the head, igniting him with bliss. It was unreal, getting pleasured like this, by someone like Riley. She was so fucking big, even her head was huge. And yeah, she did have a really big mouth. Riley kept licking until she stopped suddenly and then slipped his cock in between this big red lips of hers.

“Oh, fuck Riley...” he whispered as she started sucking and slowly sliding her lips up and down the rigid length of his cock. “That is so fucking good.”

She kept going, staring up at him with her intense gaze, locking eyes with him. She let her lips linger whenever she reached the head, going up it and then back down it, and holy fuck did that feel just absolutely incredible. He could immediately tell that she really wasn’t boasting: she was amazing at sucking dick.

Maybe one of the best he’d ever been with.

He found himself panting and flushed as she kept sucking him off, using her tongue again, flicking it against the head occasionally. And now she had his balls cupped in her hand, gently, carefully massaging them with her warm grasp.

That was it.

She had him popping within another minute or so and he groaned loudly as the first orgasmic burst of pleasure pulsed out from his cock. It jerked violently inside of her mouth, between her lips, and released the first spray of his seed into her. Riley kept on sucking, kept on massaging his balls, kept on pleasure him.

“Oh, fuck Riley!” he repeated, screaming her name now.

He laid back, resting on the heels of his palms, moaning loudly as his cock radiated absolute, raw rapturous ecstasy out into his body, like a healing pink energy. It kept kicking and jerking and twitching, spitting out spurt after spurt of his hot, clearish-white seed. And God she was just sucking it all out, increasing and intensifying the pleasure that much more. Riley sucked until his dick was just dry-kicking, and then she sucked some more as she slowly pulled it out from between her pressed-together lips.

She got every last drop out.

“Told you,” she said after swallowing and sitting back.

“You really did,” he murmured, falling back onto the bed. “Hot damn that was an amazing blowjob, Riley.”

“Thanks. My turn,” she said.

He nodded. “Your turn...gimme a minute.”

“Fair enough. I’d need time to recover if I was you.”

He took a moment to get his breath back, then put his cock away and stood up. Riley took his place after pulling her pants and underwear down. She spread her huge legs and Mike got down on his knees. Sometimes, when he did this for women, especially in this position, it almost felt like something...religious. Like he was worshiping them or paying tribute somehow. With Riley towering over him like some giant sex deity, that effect was only heightened. There was something about it he kind of liked, and it also seemed fitting.

He almost did worship sexually charged and liberated women.

There as an intense power to sex and pleasure and unification.

Now that he had a better look at her pussy up close, he was glad to see that it wasn’t as large as he thought it might be. That was something he’d always been curious about when it came to goliaths. The only other one he’d been with had been noticeably smaller than Riley. So he treated this just like all the other pussies he’d eaten.

He’d eaten a lot.

Mike carefully spread the lips of her vagina with his thumb, exposing her clit and her most sensitive region. He took it slow, like she had with him, like he had with dozens of other women. He let his breath out slowly, ghosting it across the glistening flesh there and the white nub of her clit, and she moaned softly and shivered in response. Sticking his tongue out, he touched the tip of it to her clit and began to gently massage it.

Riley let out a louder moan.

He was really doing this. He was sexually pleasuring an eight foot woman with his tongue. He was, admittedly, kind of nervous. Being down here, between her massive thighs, was a hazard. If she got too excited, too worked up, then she could crush his head like a walnut between those huge, powerful thighs of hers.

But he trusted her.

He kept going, gradually going faster, using more pressure, licking at her clit with just the tip of his tongue now over and over again.

Riley began panting. “That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s fucking it...” she moaned.

He kept going, invigorated, eager to pleasure her. He really wanted to get her off. Licking with more of his tongue, he slipped two of his fingers into her hot, wet opening. Her pussy almost seemed to suck them in each time he pulled back. He couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Riding bareback with a woman like Riley was a pleasure that was out of this world. Riley was being a lot louder now, and he worried they might attract some unwanted attention. Either from thieves that might be nearby or zombies in the area.

“Mike, w-when I tell you, you need to pull back. I don’t want to make-oh fuck yes!-make a huge mess all over you,” she said.

He made an affirmative noise, remembering what a squirter she was. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem, but given that this was an on-the-fly oral session and that she was a lot bigger than a normal woman...yeah, he would have to spend quite awhile cleaning up. So he focused on getting her off and paid attention.

He had to wait another half minute or so.

“Going!” she shrieked, and he pulled back, barely managing to get out of the way as her thigh muscles bulged and she let out a scream of pleasure and a thick, powerful spray of clear, hot, feminine sex juices jetted from her vagina. She let her head fall back and released a moaning howl of raw sexual release and bliss as she orgasmed, her whole body jerking and spasming as she writhed in ecstasy. Holy fuck was she a squirter.

It jetted out several feet and sprayed all over the wooden floor, getting onto her thighs, too. When she was finished, she slowly raised one hand. “In my pack...bottle of water...washcloth...towel,” she murmured, coming down from the high of the orgasm.

He nodded and retrieved these items for her.

“You are one amazing eater of pussy,” she said. “I’ll be honest, it’s rare that I talk guys into that. They’re too scared I’ll crush their heads.”

“I was a little worried about that, but I trusted you not to,” he replied.

She wet the cloth and began washing her inner thighs off. “Good, I’m glad. For the record, I’ve never hurt anyone during sex.”

“Good to know.”

She finished washing up, then had him replace both items in her pack while she dried off. She tossed him the little towel once she was done, and while he repacked it, she pulled her undershorts, cargo shorts, and shoes back on. Once that was finished, she grabbed her pack, shrugged into it, and they left the cabin.

“Not a bad pit stop,” she said as they headed back for the main road.

Mike nodded in agreement.

…

The day continued along slowly and smoothly.

They unfortunately didn’t find anything worthwhile on the road, only managing to expend some bullets whenever a zombie wandered too close. Although Riley wasn’t at all afraid to grab them and break their necks, or punch their skulls in. She seemed to have a particular aptitude for it. His mind wandered in the long interludes of silence that rose and fell as they traveled along the winding path east, towards a small town named Green.

He thought about his life, his choices, everything that had led him to this point. The reality of his situation was that Mike had no plan. There didn’t seem any reason to have a plan. The world was pretty fucked up. What was left of the government was mainly down on a small chain of islands to the southwest of America, and they tried to exert some measure of control over the rest of the region, but even if they really got their shit together and started pushing hard, it would take decades, probably longer, to get anything close to resembling what had once existed before the great fall. And he wasn’t sure that was possible.

Not with there being so many new species around.

Plus, he had an idea that most people enjoyed this form of lifestyle. There was a certain freedom to this world. Sure, it was dangerous. It could be really dangerous, but, for him personally, the sheer amount of liberation and fun he’d been enjoying for pretty much his whole life more than made up for the pain he’d had to endure getting to where he was today. And so he saw no reason to have any kind of plan.

He saw no reason to do anything but drift.

Mike liked to think of himself as pretty laid back, pretty easy to get along with. How many different people had he traveled with? Dozens, hundreds, probably. Over the past few years, he’d begun traveling exclusively with women. He wondered if that said something about him. And if it did, if it was good or bad.

He supposed it didn’t really matter. He liked traveling with women, women seemed to like to travel with him. If everyone was happy, what difference did it make? Mike slowed to a halt as he realized that Riley had stopped walking.

“What is it?” he asked, moving back to join her. She was standing at the side of the road, on the soft dirt shoulder, staring down an overgrown pathway that led into the trees. He could tell immediately what it was.

It was the call of the unknown.

“Kinda begging to be investigated, right?” she asked.

“Kinda,” he agreed.

“You wanna?”

“Yeah, might as well. Supplies go fast, and there could be something awesome back there. At the very least it looks like it leads to a house or something.”

“Then let’s do it,” Riley said, and set off.

He followed after her, moving behind her huge body, having a good view of that thick, fat ass of hers as she pushed her way through the dense foliage. Eventually, the road terminated and led them into the long, overgrown gravel driveway of an abandoned house. What had once been a nice one, by the size of it.

“What do you think?” Mike asked as they stood a good distance away, studying it.

“I think it’s in pretty good condition,” Riley murmured quietly.

She was right. It was a three-story thing, big, made mostly of sun-bleached stone. Interesting. You didn’t see a lot of stone houses around. The windows were mostly cracked or broken out, but the front door was still on, the garage door still shut. The yard was overgrown and had the rusting remains of what might have been a jungle gym set, a grill, and a lawnmower. Despite that, the house seemed to have stood the test of time.

“We should check it,” Mike said. “We’re doing okay on supplies for now, but in three days? Not always the case.”

“I suppose so. I just don’t like it,” Riley replied. She shrugged suddenly. “What does it matter? If anything’s in there, we can deal with it.”

“That’s true.”

“Then let’s go.”

They set off across the yard. Most of the windows were too dirty to see through. She had a point. Anything could be in there, or anyone. Although a lot of people now lived simpler lives in settlements, concerned primarily with sustaining their lives and the lives of their family and friends, there was a good amount of people who didn’t want that kind of life. No, they wanted a life where they took what they wanted.

By force.

He’d killed a lot of these kinds of people. He’d been uncomfortable with it at first, and still was, to a certain degree, but time and again, almost without fail, the people he came across that were stealing or killing had pretty much given themselves up to their baser instincts and desires. They had no problem doing whatever it took to get what they wanted, and not even for survival. Most of them were on a power trip, and got off on controlling people, exerting their will over others, and they had not even a shred of remorse.

So he put them down wherever he could.

He imagined Riley operated in a similar fashion.

There was a decent chance that someone might be inside. This kind of place was a great location to lay a trap of some kind. And even if there weren’t, zombies could be inside. Although he hoped they weren’t coming in on someone’s home. A lot of people or families chose to live alone or in very small communities, no more than half a dozen or so, farther from society. Another benefit of this kind of lifestyle: you could live a lot of different ways. And so, with this in mind, he and Riley cautiously moved up through the front yard.

They slowly approached the front porch. He saw no movements in the windows, and although Riley was tense, there was nothing in her body language that said she’d heard something, only that she was suspicious. He’d gotten good at reading her since they’d started traveling together. The wooden boards creaked heavily as they made their way up. The front porch seemed like it had been built on awhile after the original house had been built. It was in worse shape. But it held as they came to stand on it.

Riley opened the front door.

It creaked ominously as it opened up. The sunlight gave a decent amount of light and showed a mostly empty living room beyond. Riley went first, ducking to get in through the front door. Mike was right behind her.

The room they came to stand in had a stairwell going up ahead of the door, an open doorway ahead, and another to the right.

Mike and Riley pulled out their pistols.

“I’ll take right, you take ahead. We meet back here and then head upstairs,” Riley said very quietly.

“Got it,” he replied softly.

They headed off. He tossed a glance up the stairs. Nothing there. But that didn’t mean anything. There could be anyone around. The open doorway led him to a short hallway with more doors. He checked each in passing. First one on the left was a mostly empty bedroom, just a big old bed in it. He quickly crossed the room, first checking under the bed, then the closet. Nothing. He left, kept going. Only door on the right led into a kitchen that looked empty at a glance. He moved on, checked the second door on the left.

Bathroom, empty as well, but maybe some hiding places for supplies. He moved to the final door, one at the end of the hallway, that led into the backyard. Nothing there, either, but there were a lot of trees around, lots of places to hide. He turned around and began to head back to the kitchen, then froze as he heard something creak overhead. He waited, gun out, listening intently. The sound didn’t come again.

It could be nothing, but…

Mike hurried back to the kitchen. He and Riley stepped into it about the same time. “I heard something, upstairs,” he whispered.

“So did I,” she replied. “Make sure the kitchen is empty, then we’ll get up there.”

They worked fast, checking a pantry and a small closet and finding nothing. The pair of them headed back into the initial room.

They didn’t have to go upstairs to discover whether or not they were alone. As they came into the room, they heard someone scream Now! And then two people appeared at the top of the stairs, men wearing leather, holding shotguns. Riley aimed and popped off two shots before they could return fire. One bullet took the first guy in the forehead, the other in the neck. The one with the neck-shot fell forward, snapping several bones as he crashed down the stairwell. At the same time, Mike heard shouting coming from outside.

“Fuck, trap!” he snapped.

“Get ready, we’ll kill them all,” Riley growled.

Mike’s heart started pumping hard as adrenaline flooded his system. He heard shouts coming from the front lawn and sprinted across the room to the door. He shut and locked it, then moved over to one of the windows and peered out. Yes, four people, coming across the lawn, and they were booking it crazily, but also leaving themselves exposed. He took aim and opened fire. The first of the men went down with a chest shot, then another took a round in the head, blood spraying. The others tried dodging, and it worked for one of them, but the third man went down as he took two shots to the gut. The final attacker got onto the porch.

He slammed into the door hard enough to dislodge it partially from its frame. Mike moved quickly over to the door, aimed at it and fired. The rounds punched through the wood and into the man beyond. He heard a scream and the slump of a body. He was either dead or out of the game for right now. Riley was firing up the stairs, as more men had appeared there, and they were currently having a shootout.

She was going to have to deal with that, because he heard someone kicking in the back door. Growling in frustration, he ran back to the hallway and opened fire, emptying the magazine into the pair of figures he saw breaching the house. They went down, but now he was out. Mike slammed a fresh magazine in as he sidestepped, barely avoiding return fire from two more guys behind the two that had fallen.

He heard breaking glass from somewhere else in the house.

Well, this was turning into a real clusterfuck.

He blind-fired into the hallway again, heard someone shout in pain, then leaned out and took aim with the time he’d bought himself. One guy was on the floor, the other was crouching, in the middle of ducking. He looked up, eyes wide and crazy, just as Mike was aiming at him. He squeezed the trigger. The guy flopped back dead from a shot to the right eye.

The attack pressed on, raging for another five minutes, and Mike ended up going through four entire magazines of ammunition. Three more tired to get in through the back door, while another two came in through a window in the kitchen, and that nearly worked, because Riley was trying to deal with the ones that were still upstairs. But Mike managed to take care of them thanks to a lifetime of developing good combat instincts and quick reflexes. In the end, the pair of them stood together in the living room, breathing heavily.

“Check the perimeter,” Riley snapped as she set off upstairs, not waiting for an answer. She didn’t seem to be in a talking mood, too jacked up from the thrill of combat, so he set off to do as she’d requested.

Well, more like demanded, but whatever.

He made sure that all of the ones he’d shot were actually dead, having to kill two of them who had slipped into unconsciousness, and he checked out the first floor as he heard Riley stomping around upstairs. When he’d determined that there was no one left alive on this level, and that there was no basement, he looked out all the windows and checked the yard, confirming that there was no one else out there as well.

“Riley, I’m coming up! We’re clear down here!” he called as he began making his way up the stairs.

“Hurry up!” Riley called back.

He jogged up the stairs. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Everything’s fine! Just get the fuck upstairs! Third floor!”

She sounded impatient, not concerned. Okay, had she found something? What did she need him for that was so urgent? He found the next stairwell and hurried up it as well. “Where are you?” he asked as he came up into a short hallway with several doors.

“In here,” Riley said.

He followed the sound of her voice and stopped as he came to stand in the doorway of what had to be the master bedroom.

Riley was completely naked, cover in sweat, staring at him intently.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“Uh...right now? I mean, are you sure-”

“There’s no one here. Come on, hurry up! Don’t tell me you aren’t fucking turned on,” she replied quickly.

He wasn’t sure he reacted to near death experiences the same way she did, but he had to admit that he was really amped up, full of adrenaline and energy, and seeing her naked and glistening with sweat like that, that look of lust in her eyes...well, the energy of combat translated quickly to the energy of sex.

“Lay back, spread your legs,” he replied.

“I want it from behind,” she replied, turning around and getting down onto a blanket she had spread out. The bed, although large, was simply not big enough to hold her. He stared at her enormous pale ass, saw the wet slit of her pink pussy, ready to be fucked. He felt a powerful wave of lust roll through him as he shrugged out his pack. Mike didn’t even bother with getting undressed. Horny almost out of his mind now, he hurried over to her and dropped to his knees. Digging himself out of his pants, he finally got his cock out and put the head of it up to her pussy. He could feel the heat coming off of her.

Fuck, she must be so horny.

They both moaned loudly as he penetrated her. She was so goddamned wet that he slipped right into her.

“Oh, fuck yes...” she groaned, head hanging. She had to spread her knees out pretty far in order to get her pussy at the right height for him to fuck it. But once he was inside, that’s exactly what he did. Grabbing her huge, broad hips, Mike really started fucking her brains out. Her pussy felt somehow better than it had the times before. He didn’t know if it was the frantic quality of the sex or their supercharged state brought on by the violence and near death experience, but this was just fucking amazing. He stared down at her enormous ass. He had worried, a few times, that sex with a goliath might seem a bit ridiculous, that the sheer size of their breasts or their ass would turn him off because it would be too large, too much of a caricature.

Staring at this huge pale ass before him while he drove his rock solid cock into Riley’s vagina over and over again, he knew that this simply was not true. She looked ridiculously sexy on her hands and knees like this, moaning loudly, her voice rough, as she took his cock.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it, Mike!” she cried.

He had just enough time to realize that he was still wearing clothes, and if she orgasmed, she was going to spray her sex juices all over his pants and shirt, and then she started coming. She howled in pleasure and he knew there was no way in hell he was not getting dirty. But fuck it, sex was dirty and filthy and awesome and he kept pounding her, kept fucking her orgasming vagina, and soon he was coming inside of her.

His own climax snuck up on him, as he’d fully intended to make this last longer, but that tended to be the nature of quickies: they were fast and frantic and were, well, quick. Groaning loudly as red hot pleasure shot through him, Mike started coming inside of Riley’s twitching, insanely wet and hot vagina as she finished up her own orgasm.

“Oh, Riley!” he cried, fingernails digging into her skin as he gripped her huge hips. She moaned loudly, pushing carefully against him, forcing him into deeper to her goliath vagina. His dick spurted and kicked and spasmed violently inside of her as he unleashed his seed in thick, hot sprays. He filled her up with it and emptied himself completely into her. When he was finished, gasping and sticky and filthy, he pulled out of her and sat down heavily on the floor. She stayed like that for a moment, on her hands and knees, his seed dripping out of her, then she carefully sat down and reached over, grabbing her backpack and pulling it to her.

“Sorry,” she said, looking at him, at the dark stains on his shirt and pants and boxers. “Okay, well, I’m not actually sorry.”

“Me neither,” he replied as he got his breath back. “I’ve got another change of clothes, although it’d be nice to wash these and let them dry instead of just shoving them into the pack.”

“I think we can manage that. It’ll take us awhile to search all these dickheads anyway, and the house.”

Mike nodded gratefully. “Good.”

He sat there a bit longer, watching her clean herself up, then the pair of them got to work.

CHAPTER THREE

They spent two hours at the house, first stripping down the thieves for whatever they had on them, and then searching all over the structure itself. Apparently, the thieves weren’t terribly good at their job. They didn’t have a whole lot on them. Mike thought that either that’s what was making them launch such a desperate assault, or they had a camp somewhere. He wondered if there were a handful of others sitting around, waiting for the rest of their group to come back. Man, they were going to be disappointed.

And probably terrified.

Mike knew he was a competent fighter, but Riley was hell on wheels. She kicked ass all over the place and happily came back for more. She was what he would call a warrior. Having seen her in combat now, witnessed her shooting it out with an overwhelming group of enemies, he could tell that she was never more alive than when she was fighting. Sex was probably a close second, though. Which was probably why she’d basically forced him to fuck her right after the battle. Not that he’d needed all that much provocation.

They managed to gather up about a dozen pistols and one shotgun, which was easily the biggest part of the haul, a handful of magazines and shells, (they’d either used up most of their reserves on the assault or hadn’t had that much to begin with), a scant amount of food and water, and then, after some effort, they salvaged some clothing and shoes. In a world like this, you really had to take anything that could be of some use.

After finishing this up and grabbing bite to eat, he’d gathered up his own clothes, which were pretty much dry, and they finished packing and hit the road. The two of them resumed their journey in relative silence. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but he was considering violence. They’d killed a lot of people there. He didn’t exactly feel particularly guilty over it...but he did regret it. Despite evidence to the contrary, Mike was not a violent man by nature. He didn’t go looking for fights, but he was capable of defending himself if need be.

And it was often necessary.

There were a lot of old sayings still being passed around, and one of them that he’d really embraced was: I’m a lover, not a fighter. And he felt it was pretty damned true for him. He’d much rather be in bed with a beautiful woman, (preferably inhuman, but he didn’t really discriminate), or on the floor, or fucking on a table or couch or something, than be fighting someone. It hadn’t always been that way.

He’d actually been kind of an asshole when he was a teenager.

That was something he really didn’t want to think about, because it really made him cringe. He’d been kind of scrawny as a teen, and there were people who gave him shit for it. Or really just gave him shit for anything. And one time he’d gotten into a fight, and learned that he was kind of crazy in a fight. He could move if he had to, and he’d won his first fight, and the elation that had given him, the rush, the sense of actual fucking control he had…

It was kind of intoxicating.

So he’d gotten more violent, gone looking for trouble a lot, gotten into a lot of fights. Mike knew he’d been overcompensating, and it hadn’t occurred to him until he was twenty that he’d become that which had initially pushed him down this path to begin with: a fucking bully. He’d gotten into a fight with some poor bastard who’d spilled a drink on him in a bar. It had been an accident, but he’d been working on a real bad mood all night and had just kind of lost it, looking for any excuse to get violent. The guy, thankfully, had friends, and they knocked the crap out Mike. They’d actually knocked him straight out.

He’d been lucky that they hadn’t killed him, and that he’d been traveling with a good person, a jag he’d been kinda-sorta dating. She got him out of there, but she left him after that, told him he’d gone too far, that he was an asshole, although she could tell he didn’t have to be, that he was choosing to be for some reason.

That had been right at the beginning of winter.

Mike had been alone for two solid months.

It was miserable, grim, almost deadly, but also the most important time of his life. Because he’d been so isolated, (he hadn’t seen another person for literally two months, only some wildlife and a handful of zombies), he was forced to sort of...face himself. To actually sit down and take a long look at his life, to evaluate everything. He’d come to some hard conclusions, made some tough choices. It was strange, what isolation and pure survival could do to someone. There were no distractions, there was just you and the environment and, if you were lucky, some books or some other kind of simple entertainment.

He’d spend so much energy just finding food or stuff to burn, traveling across the land out of the cabin he’d holed up in for the winter, that by the time he was done and he’d eaten and the sun was already freaking setting for the day he was too tired to do much else. Mike had slept a lot that winter. When he’d emerged the next year, as spring eventually started to barely be on the horizon, he felt...different.

Better.

He wanted to be better, and he’d set out into the world again intending to do exactly that. And ever since then, he’d been striving to continue that. Mike liked to think that he’d been doing a good job. Not always, but as a whole...hopefully. He helped people if he could, and really just kept his head down. He didn’t want to go looking for trouble anymore, although he’d certainly gotten a lot braver over the years.

Mike came out of his thoughts as he realized that they were nearing Green. He glanced over at Riley. If she’d noticed his lengthy retreat into himself and his own thoughts, she didn’t say anything to that effect.

They walked on.

…

Green turned out to be only marginally bigger than Hapless.

They made their way into the settlement, past a lot of houses and some shops. They got a lot of stares. Well, mainly Riley did. But no one said anything. They weren’t that stupid. As before, the pair decided to hit up the local bar, because almost everyone in town ended up at the bar at one point or another throughout the week, and this was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone. Again, Riley had to duck when they came in.

Everyone stopped eat or drinking or whatever it was they were doing, spread out across the bar, and looked at them.

“Help you?” the barkeep, a grim-looking blonde woman with a long scar down one side of her face, asked.

“Looking for Big Jim,” Mike replied. “We have some business with him.”

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” the woman said.

“Haven’t been here before.”

“Then what kind of business do you have with Jim?”

“We’re looking for something that we heard he knows how to find. We were sent here by a friend of his, Caravan, over in Hapless.”

The woman’s face changed slightly. He could tell she recognized those names. Finally, she grunted and called back over her shoulder. “Paul, watch the bar! I’m taking a walk!” She came from around the bar. “I’ll show you to him.”

“Much appreciated,” Mike replied.

Riley seemed content to let him do the talking. They were taken out of the bar and back into the sunlight.

“How’s Caravan doing?” she asked as she began leading them deeper into the settlement.

“Good. He’s, uh, very intent on ensuring he gets his pay,” Mike said.

“His pay and anything else he can get,” Riley muttered.

The woman laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like Caravan. I take it you’re hunting for one of Silver’s caches?” Mike nodded. “Yeah, makes sense. Good luck with that. You aren’t the first to come through looking for one of those. Is Miller still kicking around?”

“Yes. He was in good health and doing okay for himself when we saw him,” Mike replied.

“That’s good. Those guys kicked around all over the region, whenever they came through town, it was great. They’d offload a huge surplus of supplies: guns, ammo, tools, parts, seeds. They were like human diving rods. They could find anything. Small towns would get flooded with supplies and in exchange we fed them, patched them up, fixed their stuff, hooked them up with whatever it was they wanted.”

“What happened to them?” Riley asked.

The blonde frowned. “Silver was their leader. He finally got killed a few years back, trying to rescue someone from some thieving assholes. They got the people out, killed the kidnappers, but...Silver’s luck finally ran out. Took a shot to the head. Dead before he hit the ground.” She shook her head sadly. “Anyway, this is Big Jim’s place. I give you fifty-fifty chance that he’s in right now. He’s still got the itch for hunting, so he’ll go out every other day or so into the countryside, hunting for stuff.”

“Thanks,” Mike replied.

He walked up to the front door of the ramshackle house with Riley beside him and knocked on the door. There was a long pause, then the door opened up, revealing an unshaven, bleary-eyed man wearing a stained tanktop and boxers.

“Who’re you?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He smelled of booze.

“My name is Mike, this is my associate Riley,” Mike replied.

“Okay...so what do you want?”

“We were sent by Caravan. He says that you can tell us something.”

“Caravan, huh? Fine, whatever. Come in.”

He turned and walked back into his house. They followed him in. Mike glanced back, saw that the blonde bartender was already walking back to her bar. The inside of Jim’s home was packed and kind of messy, but he’d definitely seen worse. The man led them into his kitchen, where he began making coffee.

“So, you want to know where Silver’s last cache is?” he asked.

“The last one?” Mike replied.

“Last one as far as I know. I’ve sold off a lot of them. To be totally honest, I dunno if all of them actually got plundered, cause some of them are in pretty dangerous places. Which was kind of the point, and the reason they’re still around. For the most part.” He turned to face them now that the coffeemaker was going. “I want to be clear with you,” he said, crossing his arms across his narrow chest, “I’m going to be selling you the location of the cache, not necessarily the cache itself. I’ll tell you how to get to it and where it is, but I cannot guarantee that it’ll still be there. I’m not trying to be shady, that’s just the actuality of the situation. I haven’t personally been there in over two years. I have no idea if anyone has happened across it by now.”

Mike considered it, glanced at Riley, who nodded.

“Okay, we can appreciate that,” he replied. “What’s the asking price?”

“Nothing too complex. There’s some guys who live at a farm about a mile outside of town, to the north. They owe me supplies. I went and tracked down some important equipment when a thief broke in and stole it. I’m a tracker. Stole it back, got it to them, expected payment. They have a so-so relationship with the settlement, so when they told me they could get me my payment next week, I decided to go on a little faith. That was three weeks ago, and the last time I went around to ask, they told me to fuck off and brandished guns.”

“Huh, sounds like some real nice people,” Riley muttered.

“Yeah, they’re assholes, and I can’t imagine they’ll be able to stick around too much longer. Their only real draw was the farm, but they’ve gotten lazy, and they don’t trade nearly as much food as they used to. They’ve gotten fat and lazy. We don’t rely on them at all anymore, as we set up a few other trade deals with other farms. So, if you could go out there and maybe strong-arm them into giving up what’s mine, and perhaps letting them know that if they know what’s good for them, they’ll make themselves scarce, as the settlement is sick of their shit, I’d be happy to give you the location and specifics of that cache,” he explained.

Again, he glanced at Riley, and again, she nodded. Almost eagerly. He imagined that this was a job she’d excel at.

“You got a deal,” he said.

“Great!”

“What is it that you’re owed?”

“They promised me a ten-pound sack of potatoes, three heads of cabbage, and five pounds of beef. If they don’t have it, just get something else that’s valuable. I’d prefer bullets or shotgun shells if you can find them,” he replied.

“We’ll be back soon,” Mike said.

He and Riley headed out of Jim’s house.

…

“You’re really looking forward to this, aren’t you?” Mike asked.

“Oh, you know it,” Riley replied as she eagerly led them out of town and to the north, towards the farm in question.

“Don’t...go crazy,” he said.

“Don’t worry, Mike. I’m not going to do anything stupid. I just like intimidating people. Especially human men. They always think they’re so fucking tough, they got prove how fucking ‘macho’ they are. It’s pathetic and hilarious, especially when they try to step to me, although that honestly rarely happens.” She paused. “I notice that doesn’t seem to be much of a problem for you. Why is that?”

“I know how tough I am,” Mike replied easily. “I don’t really give a shit if anyone else knows it, you know?”

“And if they decide to push?”

“Then they’re gonna find out how tough I am the hard way. I’m not much of a talker, I’m really more of a doer. And I only do when things need doing.”

She smirked. “Like me?”

“Oh fuck yes, like you. I’ll be honest, I kinda need it from you right now.”

“Oh yeah? You’re addicted to my pussy?”

“And your mouth. You fucking suck dick like a sex demon.”

She laughed. “Well, I’m glad you think so. If it’ll make you happy, I’m pretty enamored with your cock and your tongue as well.”

“Awesome. We can keep this nice little addiction circle of ours going,” he said, then stopped, frowned. “There’s the farm.”

Right away, he could tell that whoever was running it had stopped caring. The most immediately obvious indicators being that one of the fields he could see was wildly overgrown, and large portions of the wooden fence were broken down. Mike carefully scanned the windows of the second story, the roof, anywhere he could.

It wasn’t impossible, or even unlikely, that there was someone with a scoped rifle aimed at his or Riley’s head just then. The world was a trigger-happy place, and a bullet to the head didn’t really differentiate between a coward or an eight-foot badass warrior. A bullet to the head was a bullet to the head. He reminded himself that he wasn’t invincible just because Riley was around as they reached the edge of the property and approached the front.

He kept expecting it to open up as they got closer, or maybe for someone to call out a warning, or even for a gunshot to sound. But there was nothing. They got onto the front porch and hammered on the front door.

It took about a minute or so of waiting, but finally it opened. A heavily tanned man holding a pistol swung it open. “What do you want-” He paused, looked up Riley, paled slightly, and rethought his position. “What is it?” he asked, more subdued.

“We’re here on behalf of Big Jim,” Mike replied.

“Aw shit,” he muttered.

“Shit indeed,” Riley said, and grinned at him. It was a disturbing grin, one that conveyed that she was almost asking him to say or do something stupid, anything to give her the excuse to tear him limb from limb.

He seemed to pick up on this.

“Look, I-we don’t have everything,” he admitted.

“Then show us what you do have,” Riley replied, stepping forward.

He sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine, whatever.”

Stepping out of the way, he let the pair of them inside. “Who else is here?” Mike asked, looking around a messy living room.

“Just two others. They’re upstairs sleeping,” the man replied.

“Go get them, we have something to tell you. A message to deliver.”

“Oh fucking great.”

He trudged off, deeper into the house, and they listened to him ascending the stairs. Mike kept his hand on the butt of his pistol in its holster, knowing that this whole thing could be an act. The guy could just be pretending to be tired and defeated, in reality going to get his friends, (who knew how many people might be in the farm), for an attack. Not that they’d have all that much success. But all it took was one lucky shot.

He listened for clues, trying to determine what might be happening up there. Looking around, Mike saw a pretty messy place. There were dirty plates and cups everywhere, trash all over the place, some ripped up couches, porno magazines, old as hell and falling apart, scattered about. Those were pretty rare now.

A lot was pretty rare now, after fifty years.

A few moments later, three men came downstairs, all of them looking tired and pissed off. He didn’t hear anyone else up there, and neither, it seemed, did Riley. She was fairly relaxed. They came to stand before the pair of them.

“Supplies, and now,” Riley said.

The leader sighed and nodded. “Fine...where the fuck did he even find a fucking goliath anyway?” he muttered.

“Does it really matter?” Mike asked.

“I guess not.”

The men moved throughout the house, and Mike and Riley strolled through the farmhouse with them, making sure they weren’t doing anything shady. Mike really just wanted to get this over with, get the shit, get back to Jim, get the info, and go. Although he doubted it would be that simple. They still didn’t know what precisely they were looking for, where it was, how dangerous it might be. This would probably require some planning.

After several minutes, the three men had gathered up whatever supplies they were willing to show. Mike and Riley looked it over. There was some food, but not a lot, some guns and ammo, a few battered tools.

“This is really it?” he asked.

“Yes,” the leader replied with a subdued anger. Mike and Riley looked at him. Riley turned to face him fully. He took a step back. “Okay, we-we have some more stuff, but...we need something for ourselves, for God’s sake.”

Riley looked back at him, her gaze questioning. Mike looked back down at the supplies. It would be enough to cover what they owed. “Fine. Get me a pack or a rucksack or something,” he said, and one of the men went off.

He came back a moment later with a small suitcase. “All we’ve got,” he murmured as he set the case on the tabletop.

“Okay,” Mike said as he cracked it open and started putting the things inside of it, pausing to check each item, “I don’t know what kind of game you guys think you’re playing out here, but you’re losing it, whatever it is. You’re lucky that Jim isn’t the violent type, because I get the feeling that if you kept pushing him, he wouldn’t send out two reasonable individuals. I’m guessing that some angry, violent men and women from the village would come out here. And you wouldn’t find them quite so reasonable.”

“Bullshit,” one of the others, who’d been silently glaring at them the whole time, snapped. “We give them food. They need us.”

Mike slowly looked up at him and Riley stirred at his side. “That might once have been true, but, in case you haven’t glanced outside just recently, you don’t exactly have a lot to offer. I’m guessing you’ve gotten lazy. That shit isn’t going to cut it anymore, and there are other places to get food, more reliable places.” He looked back down, finished up, and snapped the suitcase closed. “Gentlemen,” he continued, picking up the case, “and I use that term lightly, I’ve been sent to tell you that you have worn out your welcome. The people of Green are no longer comfortable with your proximity. If you’re smart, you’ll pack up and get while the getting’s good.”

“What if we don’t want to leave?” the angry man asked.

Mike snorted. “Look, I don’t really give a shit, but do you think you three slackers can stand up to a dozen pissed off villagers? You couldn’t even stand up to us.”

“You son of a bitch!” the angry man snapped, reaching behind him. Before he could even pull out his piece, Riley punched him in the face. He was picked up and thrown across the room, smashing into some wooden shelves.

He hit the floor and didn’t get up. The leader moved over to him and crouched, checking him. “God,” he whispered after a minute, “I thought you’d killed him.”

“Did we make our point?” he asked, not that he particularly cared whether or not they stayed or went. Okay, well, that wasn’t entirely true. These guys looked like lazy bullies, and he didn’t like bullies. And lazy people less. You couldn’t be lazy in this world. Either it got you killed, or you were allowed to be lazy only at the expense of others. And that was fucked up.

“Yes,” the leader said. “You made your point...how long do we have?”

“I wasn’t given a specific timeline, but the sooner the better. I wouldn’t say you have to cut and run in a panic...but don’t linger. Get to it.”

“Fine.”

Mike turned and left the room, Riley in tow. They headed out of the farmhouse. He half expected gunshots to start chasing them, but they hit the forest again without any trouble. “That went well,” Mike said.

“Not really,” Riley replied.

“Why? Because you had to punch that guy?”

“No, because I only got to punch one guy, and only once. I was hoping for a fight.”

Mike laughed. “You’re kind of violent, aren’t you?”

“Kind of,” she admitted.

“I suppose it’s an okay personality trait to have out here.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay. It took a little while getting it under control, but being able to whip out the violence at the drop of a hat works well. Plus, I just like intimidating people. Believe it or not, I was a runt growing up.”

“Really?” he asked, glancing at her uncertainly.

“Yep. One of those that shot up big and tall during puberty, which was kind of late. Nobody said shit after I shot up and started pumping iron.” She snorted. “It’s petty, but it’s what motivates me, I guess. Or what once did.”

“What does now?”

“I don’t know. Happiness, pleasure, I guess. Helping people, whenever I can. Nothing I do has much in the way of lasting impact.”

“You ever think about having kids?” he asked after a moment.

“Fuck no. You?”

“No, not really. I guess I used to entertain the idea every now and then. I could probably make it work...probably.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “I dunno, looking back on my life, I don’t regret it, but I’m also not a hundred percent sure it was the best way to raise a kid. Wandering all over the place like that. I’m lucky to be here and alive and well today. Really lucky. And that’s even assuming I could find a woman that I thought I could A) be with for, arguably, the rest of my life, and B) trust to be the mother of my child. I’ve met a lot of great women in my time, but…I don’t know. I don’t see it happening, you know?”

“I do know,” she agreed.

“And that’s not even considering whether or not I want children. But I think I don’t, and you know the biggest reason? It’s because I don’t want to give someone else the power to break me,” he murmured.

“Break you?”

“Yes. Consider this. If I have a child, and I love that child, which I’m sure I would, and something happened? They died? I would be broken. Forever. Some part of me would break and never heal. And I would have to live with that. And I don’t...I just don’t think I can handle that. I have a hard enough time giving other people that power, to hurt me, if something happens to them.” He glanced over at her. “Is this making any sense?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly. “It is. I understand what you mean.”

“Okay, good. It’s...been awhile since I’ve talked with anyone about this kind of stuff,” he replied, returning his attention to the path again.

It opened up after a few minutes, revealing the town of Green once more. They headed back over to Jim’s place and knocked on the door.

He opened it up, now wearing dirty cargo pants and a black t-shirt. “How’d it go?”

“Good,” Mike replied, holding up the case.

“Let’s see what we got here,” Jim murmured, accepting the case and inviting them in. He took them to his kitchen again and set the case down on the table. Cracking it open, he looked through the contents. “Okay, this all looks good.” He grinned up at them. “Good job. Normally the people I hire aren’t so...competent. Did you scare them off the property?”

“I believe so,” Riley replied. “Broke a nose.”

“Well, they had it coming, as far as I’m concerned.”

“We warned them about the situation they were finding themselves in. Unless they’re extremely stupid, which I’m not willing to rule out, they should be gone soon.”

“Great! Well, you earned it. Okay, the cache your looking for is in a valley about ten miles north of here. Now, I haven’t been there in about two years, but from what I remember, and from what I hear, the place is dangerous. Lots of zombies around, bad visibility from how thick the plant life is. Not easy to find, either, if you don’t know precisely where you are going. Now, I can give you a map, but to be honestly, I’d really recommend hiring a guide,” he said as he moved deeper into the house.

“A guide?” Mike asked.

“Yeah...hold on!” he called from somewhere back there. A moment later he returned with a folded up piece of paper. “Map of the region. Take it. It’s got all the caches marked on it and since I’ve about milked this operation dry, you might as well have it for yourselves. Maybe you could visit some of those others and get lucky. But it’s there,” he said, and made a little circle with a pencil. “That’s where you want to go.”

“Great,” Mike murmured. The terrain didn’t look friendly. “So I imagine you have someone in mind for a guide?”

“Yes, actually. There’s a woman, a rep, named Colette. She lives a half a mile outside of town. Kind of an isolationist. She’s a guide, she’s good at it. Really good. She’ll be able to get you to where you want to go,” he replied.

“Well all right then. Thanks,” Mike said, putting the map in his pocket.

“Thank you,” he replied. “It’s been slim pickings lately out there in the forest. This stuff should tide me over for a little while now. And maybe I’ll go take over those idiot’s farm. I’m betting I can run it better than they ever could, and someone needs to do it.”

“Good luck,” Mike said, heading out.

“You too.”

They stepped back outside. Mike frowned, looking up at the sky, shading his eyes. It was bright and hot outside, and starting to get humid. He was already sweating. God, it was going to suck walking around in this. But he’d put up with far worse before. Plus, it was better than winter. A lot of people died during winter.

“I hope Colette’s hot,” Riley said as they headed out of town again.

Mike laughed. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah. I’d love to have sex with a hot rep woman. Not a lot of them I come across, and even then, not a lot into goliath girls. And besides, I figured you’d feel the same way.”

“Oh, I do. I’m just a bit more...reserved.”

“Hmm,” she replied.

They kept walking and had almost made it there when they heard shouts and gunfire, and it was coming from the way they needed to go. They hurried onward, eventually coming upon the house that they were no doubt looking for.

“Shit,” Mike muttered, pistol out.

Colette’s house was being attacked by about a dozen psychotic assholes. “Let’s get to it,” Riley said, and opened fire.

Mike joined her, taking aim and shooting the nearest man, who was shouting and charging at the house with a shotgun, through the leg. His scream changed from a shout of attack to a shriek of pain as he smashed to the ground. Mike fired again, putting him out of his misery with a shot to the head, then opened fire on the others.

The attackers momentarily froze, caught between a crossfire and shocked at this sudden new entry. It was about the worst thing they could do. Mike was fast, but Riley was a bolt of lightning. He kept his distance, sidestepping while popping off shots, but Riley charged forward like a juggernaut, screaming as she fired. The first poor bastard she got her hands on screamed as she smashed his pistol from his hand, then scooped him up with one huge hand by the neck. She squeezed, and he distinctly heard a snap, and then she hurled the corpse into two others. Mike fought not to get distracted and freeze up himself.

Riley was like a force of nature.

Between the three of them, they had the thieves cleaned up in under a minute. Mike almost felt bad for them.

Almost.

“Who are you?” a somewhat scratchy voice called from somewhere in the house. “Answer well, I’ve got a rifle aimed at you.”

“My name is Mike! She’s Riley!” Mike called back, carefully putting his pistol back and keeping his hands well away from it. “We want to hire you!”

There was a long pause. “Okay, I’m coming down. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Understood.”

They waited and Riley came to stand next to him. She still had her pistol out. “Maybe you should holster it,” he murmured.

“Huh?” she replied, then looked down. “Oh. Yeah.” She slipped the pistol into her hip holster and crossed her arms.

A few seconds later, a slim figure emerged. She wore tight-fitting clothing and was barefoot. She also held a pistol in hand, a rifle slung over her shoulder. She came to stand on her front porch and stared at them.

“So, you wish to hire me?” she asked.

“Yes. We need a guide,” Mike replied.

She studied them a moment longer. “Come closer,” she said finally.

The two of them crossed the front lawn, stepping over some of the dead bodies. Mike eyed them almost without thinking, hunting for the telltales of supplies: bulges in pockets, things hanging off of belts, guns in holsters or slung over shoulders, rings on fingers. After years and years of this, it became an automatic response.

There seemed to be a semi-decent haul here...provided Colette was in a mood to split the goods they could recover.

They came to stand at the foot of the stairs leading up to the front porch. From what he could see, her house was in great shape. The exterior walls had an even coat of green paint, the same color as the surrounding forest. All the windows were whole and intact, and most of them had bars over them. Now that he was closer, he had a chance to really see and study Colette. She was a rep, the shorthand other species had for the reptilian looking inhumans. She was a few inches shorter than he was, trim and fit, her skin dry and light tan.

Her face resembled that of a lizard’s, her eyes large and snakelike and green.

“How’d you find me?” she asked.

“Big Jim in town pointed us your way,” Mike replied.

“Hmm. Okay. Where do you want to go?”

“I’ve got a map,” he replied, and slowly pulled it out. He unfolded it and handed it to her. “Circled region there.”

She scrutinized it for several seconds. “Hmm...dangerous. A bit of a walk. I do know how to get there, though.” She was silent a moment longer, passing the map back to him and staring at the two of them. “Okay,” she said finally, “I’m interested in this, provided we can negotiate a price.” She put away her pistol.

“Fair enough. What do you want?”

“First of all, tell me why you want to go there.”

Mike considered it. He decided to stick with his policy of honesty. He didn’t like lying and avoided it if at all possible, primarily just because he was a little lazy in that regard: he didn’t want to have to remember all the aspects of the lie and keep his story straight. “We’re looking for a cache. Silver’s last cache,” he replied.

“Ah, I figured as such,” she said, nodding. “I just wanted to be sure. Well, in that case, I want one third of what we find. Fair?”

Mike glanced at Riley, who nodded. “Fair,” he agreed.

“Good. One other thing I’m going to need.”

“And that is?”

“Sex. I want sex, from both of you. That’s non-negotiable, I’m afraid.”

Mike’s eyes widened a little bit in surprise. “I’ve...never had someone try to make me have sex with them,” he murmured.

“I’m not trying to ‘make’ you, per say, just letting you know the conditions,” she replied.

“Well, I’m cool with that. You’re really hot. Riley?”

“Definitely, provided you give me oral,” Riley replied.

“I’m okay with this,” Colette said.

“Okay then. It’s a deal,” he said, and stuck his hand out.

“Well that was easy,” Colette replied, and took his hand. She didn’t shake it, but instead pulled him closer, so that her face was right in front of his. “Let’s seal the deal,” she said, her voice quieter, more sultry now, and she kissed him on the lips. He felt a stab of lust as their lips met, as she pressed her body up against his. He let go of her and held her to him, reaching down and grabbing her ass. She had a tight, fit ass.

Anal would her would probably feel fucking amazing.

Colette broke the kiss and smiled at him. “You’re a good kisser,” she said.

“So are you,” he replied, breathing more heavily now. “You wanna go back into your house and maybe-”

His sentence died as they heard a growl coming from nearby.

“Aw shit,” Colette muttered, stepping back and grabbing her pistol. “Noise must’ve drawn them in. Help me clean these idiots up, and get rid of the bodies, then we can all go inside and have a nice threesome.”

“Music to my ears,” Riley replied, pulling out her own gun.

They went to work.

Zombies began to come out of the trees and foliage surrounding Colette’s two story house. Most of them were slow, decaying things, stumbling and moaning, but a few of them were sharper and deadlier. They moved quicker. Even so, they went down easier than the thieves did. In the end, it took a solid five minutes to put them all down. The headshots were fairly simple to dole out, but several times in a row, each time they thought that the last one had come out, another few would trickle out into the clearing and have to be put down as well.

Finally, as the last corpse fell and a full minute went by without so much as a groan, a footstep, or any other kind of sound indicating more of the walking dead, they relaxed. “Okay, now we can get these bodies out of here. There’s actually a little ravine behind my house, maybe fifty feet off. I’ve got a few wheelbarrows we can use to transport the bodies.”

“This’ll be so much fun,” Mike muttered in reply.

“I don’t want them on my property, they stink up the place,” Colette replied, and fairly enough. She had a good point.

That task took significantly longer. And it was kind of agonizing, because that kiss, that touch, and the promise of sex that had taken root firmly in his mind, it had stoked the fires of passion and lust inside of him. He walked around with a hard-on for most of the job, because he was so fucking horny, and kept looking at Riley and Colette, who had to bend over a lot in getting the job done, and holy fuck they were so goddamned sexy.

So he worked as quickly as he could in the awful, sweltering heat.

They managed to find a semi-decent haul on the dead thieves, and some of the zombies had a few things leftover in their pockets. Once they were stripped for supplies, the three of them loaded them up in the wheelbarrows and followed a dirt path away from the back of the house, through a light copse of trees, to the edge of a ravine. It seemed a dangerous thing to have, so close to a house, but then again, the world was a dangerous place.

By the time they were finished, it was finally beginning to edge towards night.

“Holy shit, I need a bath or a shower or something,” Mike said as they replaced the wheelbarrows and began to head for the house.

“Same,” Riley said. “I like getting hot and sweaty to a certain degree, but this is a bit much. Especially if sex is going to be involved.”

“Don’t worry,” Colette replied, “I can take care of that. Come along.”

They went into her house. There was a lot of stuff in it, he noted immediately, but it was very neat and well organized. She led them through a kitchen, a dining room, down a hallway, and finally to a laundry room that granted access to a basement.

“Wow...you’ve got a washer and dryer,” he murmured.

“Yep. I only really use it when the weather is particularly bad,” she replied.

“What do you use for energy?” Riley asked.

“Solar panels, and I’ve got a small wind turbine over on the other side of the house,” she answered as she led them down into the basement.

Mike expected the basement to be an ugly thing, most of them seemed to be, but it was in great shape. The floor was carpeted, the walls and ceiling painted, the area neat and organized. “Wow, this is a really nice house, Colette,” he murmured.

“Thank you. I worked hard to make it so. When I found this place, three years ago, it was a total mess. Falling apart, but still basically intact. It took me close to two years, but I pieced it back together, bit by bit. Replaced the windows, some doors, repaired damage to the walls and the roof. Found all this furniture, hooked up plumbing and power. And here is the main attraction,” she said as she led them through a door at the back of the room.

The whole room was taken up by a huge bathtub of smooth stone.

“Whoa,” Riley murmured. “That’s big.”

“Indeed,” Colette replied. She took off her shirt, freeing her small, firm breasts. “Having sex in here is quite nice.”

“You do it often?” Riley asked as she started stripping. Mike joined in.

“As often as I can. You?” Colette replied.

“Oh, yes,” both of them replied at the same time.

“Very nice. Sex, I think, is one of the few, genuine pleasures left to us.” Colette pulled down her pants, and stood nude before them. She apparently opted out of underclothes and shoes or socks. Damn, did she have a tight, fit body.

Mike quickly stripped. All that lust had slowly ebbed away over the course of the past few hours as they worked, but now it was back with a vengeance. All three of them, now nude, got into her huge bathtub, which was filled with clear, warm water. They took a moment to clean off, all three of them clearly wanting to get to this as quickly as possible. Once they were clean, they met in the middle. Mike felt that familiar sense of unease and apprehension settle over him as he stared into Colette’s snakelike eyes, as he kissed her again, and felt her move her nude body against his own. It happened every time he met a new woman.

He liked it, in a way.

It heightened the experience.

Colette slipped her tongue easily into his mouth, closing her eyes and tilting her head as they began to make out. He let his hands roam over her slim body, groping her breasts at first, then sliding down to her ass, loving the feel of her soft, smooth, scaly skin. He loved how strange and wonderful sex with an inhuman felt.

Colette kissed him for a moment longer, then moved over to Riley, pressing her lips to the goliath’s, kissing her deeply. The two women continued making out, groping each other, (Colette seemed particularly enamored with Riley’s breasts). It wasn’t long though before Riley seemed to get impatient.

“Can we get to the next part?” she asked.

Colette laughed. “I suppose so. How about you sit up on the side of the tub. I’ll eat you out, and Mike, you can fuck me from behind. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Riley replied, already moving.

She got up out of the tub and sat on its side, towering over them, dripping water. Colette settled down in between her tremendous thighs, bending over, and Mike got behind her. He could see her tight ass beneath the water as he got up against her. Gripping his cock, he put the head up to her opening and pushed slowly in.

When it came to reps, he knew it was a fifty-fifty shot as to whether or not they were drier. Some were, some weren’t. The fact that she hadn’t mentioned anything relieved the worry some, but as he pushed his way into her, he knew she was of the wet variety. Her pussy felt simply stunning. He moaned as he pushed his way into her, pleasure jolting up through his body, radiating out from his cock as he buried it inch by inch into her.

She was really fucking tight.

Petite, skinny, fit women tended to be fucking tight as hell.

“Oh, fuck, Colette,” he whispered, hands on her hips now. She cried out, voice muffled, as he pushed himself completely within her.

“That’s a good girl,” Riley whispered, leaned back, moaning as Colette ate her out. “Fuck her hard, Mike. Pound her like a fucking slut.”

Colette moaned something in response as he started doing just that. Her pussy was fantastically pleasurable, the heat and wetness combining with the pure tightness to stimulate his cock like crazy. Panting now, her hips locked in a death grip, he slid rapidly in and out of her, fucking her pussy hard, which she seemed to like. Both women were moaning loudly now, panting and crying out occasionally in desperate pleasure.

The water sloshed violently, spilling over the sides.

Leaning forward, Mike reached under her, gripping her breasts again, groping and massaging them as he pounded her.

“I’m gonna...fuck! Fucking yes!” Riley shrieked as she began to orgasm.

Well, that was one of them.

As thrilling as this was, Mike was tired, and fucking starving. He didn’t want this to last too much longer.

Plus, he was sure there would be a lot more fucking in the near future.

So he reached down beneath Colette and began rubbing her clit, causing her to scream in pleasure. He kept going until she began to orgasm as well. That pushed him over the edge, feeling her pussy squirm and twitch, massaging his cock, getting even hotter and wetter. Mike moaned loudly as his own climax exploded out of him and he began pumping her inhuman vagina full of his seed, his cock jerking and contracting viciously as it expelled his seed in thick spurts. Each contraction sent a fresh burst of hot pleasure crackling through him, filling him. He kept moaning Colette’s name repeatedly until finally his orgasm faded out.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her and sat down in the tub.

“So...good?” he asked. “Satisfactory?”

“Very satisfactory,” Colette relied, sitting down beside him as Riley slipped back into the water. “A good beginning to the partnership.”

He reached out and took her hand, squeezed it gently. She smiled and squeezed it back. “I’m glad,” he murmured.

…

Mike opened his eyes and found himself staring at a ceiling bathed in pale moonlight. He blinked a few times, trying to gather his thoughts, clear his head. He didn’t know where he was. This was a familiar sensation to him, so he didn’t panic. Instead, he took a moment to recall the events of the previous day. Sometimes, if he was particularly tired, he had difficulty with that. Right now, he was really tired.

He felt exhausted.

Finally, it came to him: he was in a house. A well-kept house belonging to a beautiful rep woman named Colette. They’d made love twice so far, him and her, and his current fuck friend Riley. Both women were currently asleep next to him in Colette’s enormous, custom-made bed. She had informed them, after the second round of sex, which had lasted longer than the first, that she had built it herself with goliaths in mind, because she loved sex with goliaths. He remembered asking if their...well, bluntly put, huge cocks proved a problem, given that they averaged between seven and eight feet tall generally.

Colette had just said that she enjoyed the challenge.

Thinking of Riley, he supposed he knew what she meant, though, physically speaking, it was easier for him, given that Riley’s vagina wasn’t really all that different from that of a woman closer to his size.

As these thoughts drifted lazily through his sleep-addled mind, Mike realized the reason he’d woken up in the first place: he had to take a leak. He shifted slightly, seeing if he could get out of bed without waking anyone up. Riley was on the other side of the huge bed, passed out and breathing steadily. She was facing away from them. Colette was closer, in between her two newfound sex friends and employers.

She, too, was facing away from him.

Mike resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, touch that strange, smooth, scaly skin of hers. He could feel the stirrings of an erection. That made him get up. Erections made it way harder to piss. He pulled the blanket back and gently got to his feet. Neither woman moved or made a sound. As he moved carefully through second story, making for the bathroom, he thought about sharing a bed with women, with lovers.

It reminded him of what Colette had said earlier, about sex being one of the last true, genuine pleasures left to them. He thought she was right, although she might perhaps be a bit grimmer than he was. There were other pleasures, most of them subtler than sex, because furiously fucking someone tended to blast away all other thoughts, leaving behind nothing but raw emotion and physical sensation. He thought that sleeping in a bed with a lover was another true pleasure. Mike found the bathroom and began pissing without turning on a light.

There was a serenity in going to sleep next to someone, or waking up in the middle of the night with them still there. A security. And, quite inversely, a vulnerability. It was strange, but he thought some of what lent this act of close sleep its power was the fact that you were putting your life into the hands of another being, and they were doing the same. Sleep was when everyone was at their most vulnerable.

It was dangerous, but there was a true power and pleasure in that level of trust.

Mike finished pissing, flushed, and then waited for the toilet to stop making noise. He stood perfect still in the bathroom, the only light that of the moon, coming in through a small window across the room.

He listened.

It paid to listen, to pay attention. When he heard nothing and was satisfied, he moved back through the house, to Colette’s room. To his temporary room. His things were on the floor beside the bed in a haphazard pile, discarded there before the second lovemaking session. He climbed back into bed carefully, getting beneath the blankets.

As he finished laying back down and settling into place, preparing to drift off back to sleep, he felt Colette shift.

She rolled over and moved against him. With a practiced ease, her warm, smooth hand found his cock and began to gently massage it. He turned to face her and she pressed her lips to his without any pretense.

A bolt of pure, brilliantly defined lust shot through him and he grabbed her and kissed her back, hard. It was strange, frightening almost, how quickly he could go from calm to delirious with lust and desire.

Without saying anything, Colette pushed him onto his back suddenly and shifted, mounting him. Breathing very heavily now, flushing with the heat of sexual need, he stared up at her. In the moonlight, she looked impossibly beautiful, a ghost, a religious representation of the perfect woman, the perfect manifestation of sex.

She smiled down at him with her strange, reptilian features, reaching down between them. Colette gripped his cock and slipped it into her tight, wet, inhuman opening. He groaned, a low sound, intentionally subdued, as not to wake Riley. Colette gasped softly as she pushed herself down the rigid length of his penis.

“Yes...” she whispered, and he reached up and grabbed her small, firm breasts, groping them gently as she began to ride him.

A lot of intense concentration came onto her face, she began chewing on her lower lip as she started sliding carefully, firmly up and down his cock. Her movements were tight and controlled, her muscles bulging as she worked his dick, fucking herself with it. Mike laid back and let her, watching her work, enraptured by her ghostly beauty. The pleasure she was giving him burned through his body, spiraling out, filling him.

Middle of the night sex always seemed odd and disconnected from everything else. It was almost as if they were in a different world, just the two of them, (and Riley, right next to them), entwined together, pleasuring themselves and each other simultaneously. His cock was throbbing, a slow, steady rhythm of absolute pleasure and ecstasy. He wanted to come inside of her, wanted to pump her pussy full of his seed.

But it seemed that Colette had other plans.

She placed her hands firmly against his chest and stared down at him intently. “Will you fuck me up the ass?” she asked.

“Hell yes, I will,” he replied, another bolt of excited lust shooting through him.

He remembered thinking how good anal sex would feel with her.

“Excellent. I love it up the ass. Here...” she leaned forward, breasts almost touching his face, grabbing for something. Finding it, she straightened back up and got off of him. His cock, rock hard and sticky with her sex juices now, slid out of her. She squeezed some lube into her hand and began to massage his cock with it. “I’m going to want to be lying down flat on my stomach, and you can fuck my brains out like that, okay?”

“Sounds great,” he replied.

“Okay, there, you’re all lubed up,” she whispered, breathing heavily now, almost panting with desire. She quickly replaced the lube and got up off of him. The two of them maneuvered around each other, and soon she had taken his place, lying flat on her stomach. He was on his hands and knees over her, taking a moment to stare at her slim, fit, scaly body. This was going to be something else. Resting on one hand, he used his other to grasp his cock and aim it. Lowering himself, he put his cock against the tight opening of her ass.

Mike pushed himself carefully inside.

“Oh, yes...” she whispered. “Oh fuck, you have a really big dick,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you think so,” he replied, resting on both of his hands again now that he was at least partially inside her. He began to inch his way in.

“Well, it fucking feels goddamned huge in my ass like that.”

The pleasure hit him again, harder this time, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was too horny, her ass felt too good.

He was going to at least try and give her an orgasm.

Mike finished the process of entering her, his hips meeting her tight, fit ass. Both of them moaned in sexual unity as he pushed his entire length up her ass. He laid down fully against her her, slipping his arms beneath her and bringing them up, gripping her shoulders from the front. She moaned loudly, her voice muffled, face buried in a pillow, as he started fucking her up the ass at a steady pace. The intensity of sexual gratification took him by surprise as he got into it. His assertion about how anal would feel with her was wrong.

It didn’t feel amazing.

It felt fucking rapturous.

She was so fucking tight and hot inside. He began grunting, overcome with lust and pleasure, as he started drilling her harder.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes! Harder!” she cried into the pillow.

He obeyed her commands, resting on his knees now and pounding her tight ass a lot harder. He was worried about hurting her, as this was pretty rough now, but she was only making sounds of joy. Mike groaned in pure bliss, holding onto his orgasm for as long as he possibly could, hoping that he could make her come from anal.

Judging by the sounds she was making, it shouldn’t be too hard.

After another thirty seconds or so, right as he was approaching the end of his rope, Colette let out a muffled scream of pleasure and her entire body jerked. He felt a hot release of feminine sex juices come out of her pussy, getting all over his thighs and balls, and he moaned loudly, almost in relief, as he stopped trying to hold back his own orgasm. While she came, he pounded her up the ass fast and hard, and she cried out even louder.

Within seconds, he was coming.

A pulse of pink pleasure shot out in a shockwave from his core, filling him, as his dick began kicking violently, spitting thick loads of his seed out and into her ass. He moaned loudly as he filled her tight, inhuman ass, as he came hard into it, gripping her twitching, jerking body tightly as he orgasmed inside of her. Both of them moaned and writhed against each other, caught in the grip of their orgasms, until they had finished.

When he was done, Mike carefully pulled his cock out of her ass.

He rolled off of her, onto his side, breathing heavily.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “Not a lot of guys are into anal with me.”

“Seriously? Why? Your ass looks awesome,” he murmured sleepily.

“Dunno,” she replied, then yawned.

“Well, thanks for letting me fuck it.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Hardly before he knew it, Mike had fallen back asleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

Mike opened his eyes and found himself staring into a beautiful, reptilian face. Colette laid beside him, still asleep. The moment felt perfect. He was still in that kind of thoughtless state right after waking up from a great night’s rest. And it had been. Memories came to him, drifting lazily through his skull as he laid there in a bed with two naked women he had been inside of more than once, enjoying the serenity.

After the bath, they’d eaten and relaxed, getting to know each other a bit, and before they knew it, sleep was calling. The three of them then retreated up to her bedroom, which had an enormous custom-made bed in it. Colette confided that when she had built it, she’d had goliaths in mind. And then they’d engaged in a lengthier threesome. It had been fantastic, then sleep had come. He remembered confused visions of sex with Colette in the middle of the night, knowing that she’d propositioned him after he’d come back from taking a leak.

And that had been nice.

Now, here he was, laying in the soft warmth of Colette’s custom-made bed, (which was probably the best bed he’d slept in in months, if not longer), just trying to enjoy these few moments before he had to get up again and get back to it. Because there was going to be a lot to do today. Although something was distracting him.

“Riley...you up?” he asked quietly.

“Mmm...yeah, why?” she replied, shifting.

“Can we fuck? I’m pretty horny right now.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Wait,” Colette said, opening her eyes suddenly. “Can I go first?”

Riley sighed. “I guess so.”

“Thanks.”

Mike found himself pinned by her snakelike green eyes, intense in their desire, their demand, of sexual attention.

“Just get inside me,” she said, laying on her back and spreading her legs. “Fuck me til I orgasm, then you can fuck Riley.”

“You got it,” he replied, his cock almost throbbing in anticipation now. He was always his most lustful in the mornings, it seemed. He rolled onto Colette, glad that they were all naked, and settled in between her athletic legs. He slipped his cock into her with a practiced ease, groaning loudly at the burning sexual gratification that an amazingly tight, wet vagina gave him. One of the best benefits of having sex with an inhuman, he often thought, was that there was never any need for protection. He could go completely bareback every time.

And that was just fucking amazing.

Colette gasped and cried out as he penetrated her, pushing his steel hard cock into her yielding rep vagina. She spread out her legs wider, giving him better access, and he began to thrust into her, humping her slowly at first, but quickly building into a furious frenzy. Mike had to control himself, he knew as he stared down at her, propped up on his palms. He couldn’t come, not yet. Had to make her come, then he could orgasm inside of Riley’s perfect pussy. But fuck it felt so goddamned good. Especially when he was looking down at her.

There was just something about seeing a hot, naked woman beneath you, spread out, taking your cock. Though it wasn’t really a mystery why that was something to love. Colette was a beautiful example of a fine rep woman. Her green, scaly body, tight and fit, her small, firm breasts bouncing wonderfully in sync with his thrusting. Colette reached down between them, crying out even louder as she found her clit and began to stimulate herself.

Inside of sixty seconds from beginning the sex, she had herself coming. Mike groaned, eyes closed, concentrating hard on not joining her as he felt her exquisite inhuman pussy get hotter and wetter, begin to clench and spasm around the rigid length of his dick. He rode her orgasm out, though, kept fucking her all through it, making her scream. When it was over and she fell back against the mattress gasping for breath, she thanked him and he pulled out of her.

“My turn,” Riley said, grinning at him as he quickly moved over to her.

He grunted in response, too horny now to think straight, and got in between her tremendous pale thighs. Her pussy was a wet, pink slit, ready for fucking. Mike quickly buried himself within hot, willing flesh once more, desperate to keep fucking someone, and Riley moaned loudly as he penetrated her.

“That’s fucking it,” she whispered. “That’s exactly what I wanted. Fuck it til it comes,” she moaned loudly.

Mike did exactly that.

He began thrusting furiously into her and she cried out, wrapping her huge legs around him carefully. He grunted and groaned as he made love to her, fucking her goliath brains out intensely. He kept going and going and going, relishing the pleasure, and then she came as well. The second she let out that yell, that he felt that hot release of sex juices, Mike stopped holding back. He moaned, low and long, as pleasure exploded out of his cock and into his body. His dick spasmed hard, pumping her bare pussy with his seed, filling her with it, as she orgasmed around it. Both of them came and writhed together, lost in a world of bliss.

When he came out of the near fugue state, Mike felt much more awake and aware. He was ready to face the day.

Carefully, he pulled out of her, then got to his feet and did a few stretches. “So do you think we can make it there in one day?” he asked as he twisted and popped his back.

“Yes, if we are persistent,” Colette replied.

“I can be persistent,” Riley said, getting up.

“Same,” Mike replied.

“Good then. You two seem very competent, if what I have witnessed so far is any indication. Let us shower, then eat, then pack, and then we will go,” Colette said.

They got to it.

…

Mike picked up steam as the morning went on.

Now that they actually had a precise goal and an exact way to get to it, he felt motivation coming to him in droves. The three of them took a quick shower, (he and Colette shared, Riley had to go on her own as the shower wasn’t big enough for all three of them), then dried, dressed, and headed down to the kitchen.

Colette, it turned out, had a good stock of food.

“So what’s your story?” Mike asked as he helped her fry up some bacon while she peeled a few potatoes. Riley had volunteered to go out and check the perimeter. Occasionally, they heard a single gunshot: her taking out any zombies that had wandered onto the property during the night. Colette was silent for a moment.

“Nothing too glamorous,” she replied finally. “I actually grew up in Green. My mother died birthing me, unfortunately, so my father raised me by himself. Well, I suppose that isn’t entirely true. The village helped raise me. Small settlements like Green tend to help raise all the children. It wasn’t too bad a place to live.”

“Were you the only non-human?” he asked.

“No. There was another rep family, a jag family, a few AVs used to live there as well, but they left eventually. It was nice. When I came of age, I decided that I wanted to travel, see what there was to see. So I did. I spent five years walking around, getting into fights, rescuing people, making money, having a lot of sex. That was probably the best part. All the boys and girls who wanted to fuck me,” she said with a smile.

“That is fun,” he agreed. “What brought you back?”

She shrugged. “I’m not too sure. One day, a few years ago, I came back for a visit. I intended to leave after a week or so, because that’s how it normally goes, except...I didn’t want to. And I had no compelling reason to, so I stuck around for a bit longer. And two weeks became a few months, which became a few years. I think I was just...done, wandering. I obviously wasn’t entirely done with the lifestyle, considering what I do, but I spend more time here than away.”

“Huh,” Mike murmured.

“What about you?”

“I’ve wandered my entire life. Grew up on the road. I don’t really have anything to go back to. Never did to begin with.”

“You think you’ll ever settle down?”

He considered it for a moment. “I’m not sure,” he replied finally. “Maybe someday. Not for awhile though. And it’ll be a moot point if I die before then.”

“There is that.”

Riley came in a moment later as they were finishing up making breakfast. “Perimeter is secure. Just a handful of zombies. I dumped them in the ravine,” she reported.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Colette said.

“That smells fantastic,” Riley replied, looking hungrily at the food. Mike had added some of his own supplies to Colette’s, given Riley’s immense hunger.

“Almost ready,” Mike replied.

A few minutes later, they were all gathered around Colette’s kitchen table. They ate hungrily, stopping the conversation for the moment. Mike wondered as he ate, about the day ahead, the weeks ahead, what his future might hold. He never really thought more than a few weeks ahead at a time, because it felt so pointless. He could be anywhere. Doing anything, really. Whatever happened to grab his attention.

He felt like a leaf being blown at random on the winds.

When they finished breakfast, the trio packed up their supplies, helped Colette lock down and secure her house, then set off for the their destination.

…

A lot of the landscape was either trees or grasslands. Mike was intimately familiar with them. He’d spent most of his life here. At one point, he’d gone pretty far north, but it was too cold for his liking there, so he came back. One time, two years ago, he’d traveled west until he had hit a huge range of mountains. Since he had no compelling reason to try and get across them, he turned back. He knew that if he kept going east or south, he’d eventually hit the ocean. Someday, he planned on doing just that, because he wanted to know what it looked like.

The stories people told were pretty interesting.

But that was far away. For now, he enjoyed living in the middle of the land. Sure, the summers could be pretty brutal, and the winters awfully harsh, but the rest of the year was actually quite pleasant. A good place to live, to travel.

For the first few hours, the three of them swapped stories. Colette told them about the first time she made it with another species, a jag, her best friend growing up, both of them very curious and attracted to each other. And then about the first time she’d had an orgy. Mike had been in a few of those themselves. Well, primarily during that one winter when he was holed up with six other women...damn, did he miss that. Normally he hated the winters, but he’d been in paradise for that one. He was glad that it had started early and run late.

He still ran into some of those ladies, from time to time.

That was another good benefit of sleeping around a lot: there was a good chance you could run into an old fuck friend. Of course, there were downsides, too. More than once he’d run into a lady friend he’d been intimate with in the past...and she was in a relationship. And their boyfriend might not be so cool with an old flame suddenly showing up. They especially didn’t like it when their girlfriend hooked up with that old flame, without telling him that she wasn’t single right now. That had happened to Mike only a few times, and he didn’t like it either. Not just because it had blown up in his face, but because he didn’t like cheating.

At all.

He tried his best to make sure that whoever he was with was single or in an open relationship, and normally he was successful, because the women he tended to date (sleep with) were good people. But sometimes he found himself...rushing through the ‘get-to-know-you’ process when he was particularly attracted to a woman and she was really coming onto him. But it was rarity. And now he was hooked up with two more women.

He really like Riley, but she was kind of...she had a violent streak in her. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Mike didn’t like to be violent unless it was necessary. Colette on the other hand, seemed very reasonable, if a bit grim at times.

He couldn’t blame her for that.

After about three hours, Colette stopped. “So, there’s a campground up ahead, something I’ve always meant to check out on a more thorough level, but have yet to have the time to, especially given how far out it is. I won’t insist, but would you two be interested in investigating?”

“I’d be down for it,” Riley said.

“Yeah, although I’d really like to get there by nightfall at least,” Mike replied.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We can spare an hour or two here and make it to the valley by nightfall without a problem,” Colette assured him.

“Well I’m good with the idea,” he said.

She nodded and led them a little further up the road, then off onto a gravel path. As much as he wanted to stay on track, Mike also did often feel the call of the unknown. He loved coming across abandoned structures, investigating them, trying to figure out what had happened as he explored their mysterious depths.

A campground sounded very interesting.

They walked for another ten minutes or so through the thickening woods until the trees fell back and a large clearing came into view. It was a bit overgrown, plants and flowers and bushes having sprung up at random, and he saw about a dozen wooden cabins arranged in a horseshoe shape, with a much larger building at the head of the area.

He took it all in as the three of them slowly came into the area. The place definitely looked long-abandoned, as most of the windows were broken out, the wood siding of the cabins was heavily weathered and damaged by time and rain, and there was even a single vehicle that hadn’t been stripped for parts deeper in.

“Nice,” he murmured.

“I bet there’s stuff here,” Riley said. “A lot of stuff.”

“There very well could be,” Colette replied. “Let’s get to-”

She paused as a groan sounded from somewhere nearby. It was answered by another, and then another, and several more.

Then, from out of the cabins and the trees came a tide of zombies. There had to be fifty of the things, all coming slowly towards them.

“Aw, crap,” Mike muttered.

“We’ve got them,” Riley replied. “I’ll cover back. Nice and steady.”

Mike nodded, taking the left side while Colette moved to the right. People typically died to hordes of zombies like this because they panicked. But experience had taught Mike that there was no need to panic. They were slow, he was fast. And they went down easily enough. He raised his pistol and sighted the nearest, a woman in a decaying dress with dead pale skin. She was missing an eye and a hand, reaching for him with one hand and one stump that had never healed over because zombies’ bodies never healed.

He squeezed the trigger and shot her in her remaining eye.

It put her down and she hit the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Mike shifted the barrel of his pistol an inch to the side and squeezed the trigger again, then once more, taking down two more of them. Behind him, he could hear the other two women firing as well. They all popped off steady, even shots, one after the other, not speaking.

Killing the undead had just become a part of life.

Well, it had always been a part of his life in particular.

Mike fired off every last round in his pistol, making fifteen of fifteen headshots. He ejected the empty magazine and put a new on one, listening to the sure, satisfying metallic click as it locked into place. Then he opened fire again.

Less than a minute later, all the zombies that had wandered out, and the stragglers who had followed in the wake of the initial wave, were dead. Nothing more than a carpet of corpses that covered the open area.

“Well...that went pretty smoothly,” Mike murmured as he reloaded again, then holstered the pistol, keeping a sharp eye out for anymore of them.

“Yes,” Colette replied. “We should begin our search. This is going to take a little bit.”

He nodded, frowning as he stared at the bodies. He didn’t really relish the idea of spending an hour rifling through the pockets of over fifty undead, but what could be done? There could be something useful on them.

So he joined his companions and they set to work.

It went about as quickly and as well as he thought it would. A good half of them weren’t even wearing clothes, so that was nice. Well, in the sense that he didn’t have to search them. They sure weren’t nice to look at. He checked pockets, more often than not finding nothing useful. Sometimes it bothered him, how easy it was. These had been people once. He supposed it was a cliché thought, but...did that make it any less true? All these corpses laid out on the overgrown grounds of an abandoned campground had once been sentient things. People with hopes and dreams, fears and loves, friends and family.

That should bother him more.

Mike supposed that a few things kept him from really feeling much for them. The first, and primary, reason was that he’d grown up with them. Sure, they’d scared the shit out of him as a kid, but he was in his mid-twenties now. They’d been a part of his life since its inception. The second reason was that, really, there didn’t seem to be much difference, functionally speaking. A zombie was a zombie. There was no bringing them back, there was nothing to be done for them save to shoot them once in the head.

As they finished searching the zombies, the reunited near the center of the grounds again. “Find anything worthwhile?” Colette asked.

“A few bullets, two rings, a little switchblade,” Mike replied.

“A lighter’s all I got,” Riley said.

“Just a few shotgun shells and a compass,” Colette murmured. “We’re all okay with keeping what we’ve found so far?” They both nodded. “Okay, good. Well, I guess we should search the cabins. Should we split up?”

“I’d rather search them together, but I won’t argue if you really want to split up,” Mike replied, looking at them both.

Riley just shrugged. She seemed strangely passive when it came to routine stuff. Her aggressive, dominating side only really came out during sex and combat. “I’m okay with sticking together,” Colette said.

And so they headed into the first cabin.

The time passed by slowly as they hunted through the wrecked furniture. “Do you ever wonder about what it must have been like, before all this mess?” Mike found himself asking as he checked the drawers of a dresser.

“I think everyone does,” Colette replied. “Aren’t a lot of us left alive who were around before it all went down. At least, not that I’ve met.”

“I wonder how it must’ve gone down just after,” Riley murmured. “I’ve never been too sure on how long it took us inhumans to show up. I wonder how they must’ve taken that. What they must have thought was happening.”

“I’ve read books,” Mike said. “It’s hard to believe we had hundreds, thousands of years of history, relatively uninterrupted history, and it all culminated in...this. It’s hard to imagine the world as anything but this, for me.”

“I know what you mean,” Colette said.

Their conversation continued on as they finished searching the cabin, not finding very much of value, and then moving on to the next one.

“Just the sheer level of technology there was,” Mike said. “The idea that pretty much everywhere in this land had power, regular power, like it was nothing. Running, clean water, too. And the internet. I read a lot about it, but...” he shrugged. “It’s hard to picture what it was, you know?”

“They have something like it in the bigger cities,” Riley said. “You’ve seen a computer, right?” she asked.

“I’ve come across some.”

“It’s just a bunch of computers that are connected together across the city. Almost like radios, they can talk to each other at a distance.”

“Huh,” he murmured. “I guess I figured it was kind of like that. I just...I dunno, all this stuff, all that crazy technology, cell phones, people going into freaking outer space, I mean...how much of it was lost. That’s what I keep coming back to. The average person really doesn’t know how to do much beyond the basics, you know?”

“Yes, I do dwell on that a lot,” Colette said. “A lot has been lost.”

They kept going after that, moving slowly through the cabins, trying to be thorough. Unfortunately, it was beginning to look like this was going to be a bust. As they came to the last of the two cabins, Colette paused.

“How about we split up?” she suggested. “We really should be going before too long. I’ll take the last cabin, you two take this one, sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Mike replied.

She made her way away from them, disappearing into the final cabin. He and Riley moved into the second to last structure. As they began searching it, Mike started becoming distracted. Okay, scratch that, he’d been getting distracted about halfway through the search. But now he couldn’t stop looking at Riley and all her tan skin and her huge ass and her amazingly thick thighs and fiery red hair. Fuck, he wanted her so bad!

“Riley...” he said, unable to contain himself any longer.

She was on her hands and knees, her enormous ass facing him, looking under a bed. She straightened up a bit and looked over her shoulder at him. “I know that tone of voice,” she said with a knowing smirk. “You want some pussy.”

“I do,” he admitted.

“Okay, I could go for a quickie. Tell you what, I’m really getting to like you. Fuck me like this and I’ll let you come in my mouth when you’re ready.”

“That sounds fucking fantastic,” he replied, hurrying across the room, almost tripping as he came to her.

She waited until he grabbed her cargo shorts and pulled them down. He wasn’t going to be able to do this on his knees, he saw as he got the shorts down, not without pulling them all the way off, because she wouldn’t be able to spread her legs far enough out. Whatever, he could do it in a kind of half-squat.

“Your ass is so fucking huge,” he said almost reverently, staring at the huge, pale thing. “And your pussy is so fucking hot.”

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied.

Her legs were pressed together and it made her pussy look really sexy. It was pink and open and glistening.

She wanted to fuck as badly as he did.

Mike pulled his cock out, spit into his hand and rubbed it down quickly, then squatted a bit, which wasn’t nearly as much as he might have to for a more normal sized woman, and put the head up against her hot, wet opening.

They both moaned loudly as he pushed into her.

“Oh fucking goddamnit yes...” he moaned as he gripped her huge, broad hips and started pounding her from behind. He was very glad that he walked everywhere, because it meant that he had a lot of endurance and well-developed leg muscles, and that made this position way more doable. Riley cried out as he hit a sensitive spot. Pleasure burned through him like a drug as he fucked her bare pussy, pounding out, sliding rapidly in and out of her pink opening. He loved the feel of unprotected sex, the absolute bliss of nothing in between him and the woman he was making love with. And goliath pussy was especially wonderful.

Mike went for as long as he could, fingertips digging into her pale, smooth skin as he pulled her up against him, loving every single second of the sexual encounter. He went until he was threatening to blow off, until he came very, very close to blowing a huge load into her perfect vagina. Then he cried “going!” and pulled out.

Smooth and almost like a professional whore, (Mike had paid for a lot of sex in his time), she spun around, gripped his cock, and slipped it into her mouth without missing a beat. Riley started sucking him off and he cried out as the first pulse of pleasure hit him like a bullet, exploding out from his middle as his dick began letting off, shooting thick sprays of his seed into her big mouth as she sucked and sucked and sucked.

“Oh, Riley!” he moaned, both hands on her head, watching it bob slowly as he lips moved up and down the length of his cock, sucking it all out, sucking him totally dry. When he was finished, she took it out of her mouth.

“There,” she said. “Happy that I like you as much as I do?” she asked.

“Tremendously,” he replied, sitting down heavily on a nearby bed, his cock still out, feeling strangely exposed, covered in her vaginal juices and her saliva. “I really, really like that you like me. And I fucking like you.”

She smirked and reached into her pack, coming out with a bottle of water and taking a drink. “Good, as it should be. I’m a great fuck and I know it.”

Mike put his cock away and was standing up as Colette appeared in the doorway. “I heard that, you two,” she said.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Mike replied.

“I suppose I can understand. Riley is seriously hot. Promise me you’ll fuck me hard tonight, when we bed down,” she said.

“I promise,” he replied, and he meant it. “I’ll give you a few great orgasms.”

She smiled. “Music to my ears. You done in here?”

“Almost. Got a little distracted.”

“I’ll help. That last cabin had just a few sets of clothing, nothing else. I’m frustrated, this whole thing turned out to be a bit of a bust,” Colette said as she joined them.

“I dunno, we got some stuff out of it,” Riley said as she got up, pulling her pants up and securing them.

“Better than nothing, I suppose,” Mike said.

Once they were finished dressing again and had gathered everything up, the trio headed out of the cabin and left the campgrounds.

They struck off once more towards their goal.

…

The day continued along as they made their way through the countryside.

Occasionally, a zombie, or a small pack of them, would show up, but they were easily dispatched by the three of them. Mike got to know Colette a bit better as they walked on, following her lead. She seemed to have no real need of any kind of map, and confirmed, when he asked, that she did have an innate, strong sense of direction.

“I don’t mean to sound like a petulant child, but...how much farther?” Riley asked after they’d gone about forty minutes traveling in silence.

“We’re very close. Just a few more minutes,” Colette replied. She smirked. “You’re a rather impatient person, for a traveler.”

Riley shrugged. “I guess so. Just antsy. Nothing’s happened for like two hours. I’ve had to learn a lot about patience, but I still struggle with it.”

“I know what you mean,” Mike said quietly. “I’m still trying to figure out my anger.”

“Anger?” Riley asked.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t seem angry. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen you get pissed even once since we hooked up,” she said.

“I haven’t,” he replied. “Well, not outwardly. I mean, it’s a lot easier nowadays, but, you know, it can still come up out of nowhere sometimes. Plus, you know, I’ve got you taking my dick at least once a day now. Getting to come inside of you, both of you, goes a really long way towards chilling me out,” he added.

Colette smiled and Riley laughed. “Yeah, I guess it would. God, I’m so fucking sexual,” Riley said. “That’s part of my general antsy behavior. I want to be doing things, just the way I’m wired. And one of the things I want to do is dick, usually. I fucking love sex.”

“Me too,” Colette said. “Having an orgasm is so fucking relaxing.”

“One hundred percent in agreement,” Mike replied.

“Hey...we’re almost there. We’ll be coming up to the edge of the valley itself, so...you know, be careful you don’t fall over the edge,” Colette said.

They kept walking for a bit longer, then came through a thick tangle of vegetation. Pushing through, they came out onto an open area that cut off abruptly maybe fifteen feet away. As he moved slowly forward, Mike felt stunned by the awe-inspiring view he was being given. Ahead and to both sides stretched the enormous valley he’d been hearing about. It had to be at least a mile across and it went on for miles in either direction.

In the far distance, to the right, he could see its end, another cliff sheer. But it continued to the left beyond sight. There were tons of trees about three hundred feet down, and he thought he could see a river cutting through it.

“Wow,” he murmured.

“Wow indeed,” Colette agreed. “It’s certainly something else.”

“So, uh...how do we get down?” Riley asked, ever pragmatic.

“Oh. There’s a building further on. It’s like a service station, but it has an elevator that leads down to the valley floor. Although...”

“Although?” Mike prompted.

“Last time I was here, it wasn’t in the best condition. It might work, it might not. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to fix it. Or find another way down, which could extend this by several days,” Colette replied.

“Wonderful,” Riley muttered.

“If it’s broken, there’s a good chance I can fix it. Come on.” She began leading them off to the right, along the length of the valley.

Mike and Riley followed after her.

They moved for several minutes along the edge of the huge trench in the earth. Mike found it difficult to stop looking over the vast expanse of forest beneath him. It continued on the other side of the valley, too. He wondered how many trees there were, how many square miles this forest covered. It was times like this that the enormity of the land really struck him. It seemed impossible. And he was aware that this was less than a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of all there truly was. That seemed even more impossible.

But in a way, it thrilled him.

There was more land out there, more people, more locations, more adventures than he could ever possibly hope to experience and explore in his whole lifetime. Which meant that he would never run out of things to do, he would never have to stop if he didn’t want to. He enjoyed that thought. Mike continued ruminating on this until he saw the structure Colette had indicated. It was a simple, squat building surrounded by a broken fence with warning signs on it. There didn’t seem to be any signs of life around it.

“And here we are,” Colette murmured as they stepped onto the property through a large hole in the fence.

Mike studied the area, the building itself.

It looked a mess, in desperate need of repairs. Broken windows, damaged siding, refuse everywhere. They moved silently up to it, first taking the time to check the perimeter. No zombies around, unless they were lurking beyond the treeline, and hopefully no human assailants, either. But Mike’s senses were good, and they were telling him that they were alone now. Once the perimeter was secure, the trio moved into the building itself.

From the vague impressions he got studying the remnants of the furniture, it seemed like Colette’s assessment was correct. It was a service station of some sort. It had what appeared to be a small medical room built into it, two bathrooms, a bunk room, a main area, and a few offices. The place was a total wreck.

Most of the furniture was broken or eaten away by time. There was trash all over the floor, a scattering of random refuse here and there, a few corpses that looked like they’d been there for months at least.

“How’d you find this place?” Mike asked as they worked to secure the interior of the building, moving slowly through the rooms.

“Chance,” Colette replied. “I came across this valley a few years ago, I’d heard about it and wanted to investigate it. Started hunting for a way down, found this place through luck and stubbornness.”

They searched every room, finally finishing in the basement, where the elevator was. One wall, in which the elevator was built into, was all glass. As Mike walked forward, he realized that it was an observation platform. And it was in pretty good condition. And holy shit did it offer a good view. Colette joined him.

“Pretty, huh?”

“Amazing,” he replied.

“Okay, lemme look at the elevator,” she murmured, setting down her pack and moving up to the metal cage that was to be their ride down and then back up. Riley joined him as she checked it out. They stared in silence together for a few moments, then Colette cursed sharply.

“What is it?” Mike asked.

“Some of the parts have finally given up the ghost,” she muttered. “But don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I can fix this. I brought some parts and tools with me.” She looked over at them as she began rooting around in her pack. “Tell you what, why don’t the two of you search this place? See if you can’t find anything useful.”

“Might as well,” Riley replied.

“And no fucking without me!” Colette growled. “I want in on it this time.”

“Oh don’t worry, we’re gonna have a great threesome tonight,” Mike promised.

“Good.”

He smirked, thinking about how funny it was that he was basically contractually obligated to have sex with her.

It was an obligation that he was happy to fulfill.

He and Riley spent the next hour and a half moving slowly through the structure, checking everything, in every drawer, under every piece of furniture, in all the vents, (people liked to stash stuff there), and while they did, they both chatted about whatever came to mind and also worked to secure the place, closing it off as much as they could to the world. Most of the windows were broken out, so they had to close doors wherever they could.

In the end, they just managed to find enough scattered bullets to make up a magazine, some clothes that were in okay condition, a ring, and a few cans of food. Not much of a haul, like pretty much everywhere else they’d been, but...better than nothing. Mike had come across a lot of places that were totally empty.

Once everything was cleared out and locked down, (inasmuch as it could be), they joined Colette in the basement again. By then, the sun was going down.

“How’s it going?” Mike asked.

“I’m done,” Colette replied. She was replacing her tools. “The elevator works. I mean, it should. I guess the only real way to test it is to, you know, use it. But it’s too late to go down now. No way I’m heading through those trees in the middle of the night.”

“Fair enough, I could use a break anyway,” Riley said.

“So...what are we doing first?” Mike asked. “I figure we got a choice between food and sex.”

“Sex,” Colette and Riley said almost at the same time.

“Fine by me,” Mike replied, grinning.

The three of them quickly began stripping down. Once they were nude, they all got out their bedding, whatever blankets or sleeping bags they had. Colette showed them a pair of mattresses at the back of the room she’d found and moved for just such an occasion. As soon as they were nude and the bed was made, they laid down, barely even fitting on it, and got right to it. Mike pressed himself against Riley, who seemed to want to be in the middle. She kissed him back with vigor, slipping her tongue roughly into his mouth, probing, searching almost desperately, finding his own and twining the two together, sharing saliva.

He groped one enormous breast as she made out with him, squeezing and massaging it, unable to get enough of her huge tits. They kissed almost frantically for another half minute, then Colette began to get impatient, and Mike passed Riley off to the rep and moved down. He started licking across one of Riley’s massive breasts, getting a moan out of her, muffled, as she was currently locking lips with Colette.

He got more of a rise out of her as he licked across her pink nipple, then took it into his mouth and started sucking on it. Reaching over, he began gently grasping her other breast for a bit. Then, when it was obvious Colette was intent on feeling her up, Mike slipped his hand down the length of her body, barely managing to reach in between her legs, her tremendous, pale thighs, and finding her clit. Riley moaned as he began to massage her clit.

She broke the kiss. “Fuck, this is making me so fucking horny,” she groaned.

“I’m sure this will make it worse,” Colette said, and then joined Mike in sucking on her breasts, taking Riley’s other nipple into her mouth and working it gently between her lips. Riley cried out, placing a hand on the back of their heads, gasping and moaning as they both sucked her tits and Mike fingered her.

“Oh that’s it,” she whispered. “That’s so fucking good. I fucking love sex...”

“Ready to have it?” he asked. “Cause I so want to pound your pussy.”

“Yes. Fuck me. Now,” she almost growled.

She spread her legs and he stopped fingering her, instead getting in between those magnificent thighs of hers. He was so hard that his dick almost hurt, pulsing with raw desire. It had been a long day and even that sex he’d had earlier with Riley felt like nothing in comparison to how turned on he was right now.

Mike pushed his stiff cock into her absurdly wet goliath vagina. Riley moaned loudly as she accepted his length, pushing against him with her powerful hips. Resting on his knees, getting in position, Mike settled in for the long haul and started pounding her pussy. She cried out. “Yes, Mike! Fuck that pussy!”

Colette decided it was her turn to get involved and ended up laying down on her back on top of Riley, her head pillowed on her huge pale tits, her vagina right there, ready for fucking, above Riley’s own. Mike drilled into that fantastic goliath vagina for another minute or so, feeling that stunning sexual bliss, that euphoric rapture of hot, filthy, frantic, unprotected sex filling him, propelling him towards another orgasm.

But no, not yet. Not by a long shot.

Mike pulled out and shoved it up into Colette’s vagina. Re-positioning himself, he started screwing her hard.

“Aw, come on, I wasn’t ready yet!” Riley complained.

“Shut up whore,” Colette replied. “It’s my turn to take his dick.”

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna throttle you,” Riley said.

There was a pause, then, “prove it you stupid bitch,” Colette replied.

“Oh you fucking asked for it.”

One hand came up and clamped around Colette’s neck. The rep gasped and jerked and let out a loud moan.

“Holy shit, this is hot,” Mike muttered. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I thought she might be,” Riley replied with a grin. “Make her come.”

He kept sliding rapidly in out of her pussy as she gagged and gasped. Their rep guide let out a strangled shriek as his thumb found her clit and he started rubbing it vigorously. She let out a string of incoherent screams and he had her coming inside of ten seconds. He groaned at that gush of hot inhuman sex juices getting all over his dick and dribbling down onto Riley’s thighs. Mike kept pounding her orgasming vagina and rubbing her clit, giving her as much pleasure as he could, until she’d finished.

Then he pulled out of her and put it back into Riley, who cried out and let go of her.

Colette gasped, laying there, trying to get her breath back.

“Oh my God...oh my God...” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

“We aren’t done yet,” Mike replied.

He kept fucking Riley, pounding her hard until he made her come too. That almost pushed him over the edge, almost made him start letting off inside of her. And fuck was it tempting. For some reason, he loved coming inside of Riley more than most other women he’d been in. He thought it was probably tied to her size.

Coming inside of her almost, in a way, felt like...claiming her.

But he was going to orgasm inside of Colette, fill her rep pussy with his human seed. So as soon as Riley was finished orgasming, he pulled out and started pounding Colette’s pussy. As he made love to her, Mike felt that strange sensation he sometimes got in situations like these. Here he was, with two beautiful, inhuman women, isolated, making love. It was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. And they were connected.

He wasn’t sure what exactly made it this way. He thought it might be something in him, and sometimes he knew it was only him that felt this way, but when he talked about it to some of his lovers, a lot of them knew what he meant, but there was this intense connection that went beyond simply two people, even casual friends, hooking up. Times like this, when it was dark and they were hidden away from the world in some building, he felt deeply connected to his lovers, felt some unspoken bond that existed only in moments like this.

He felt it now, here, beneath the earth in this abandoned service station, perched at the edge of a deep valley, making love to Riley and Colette.

Mike wanted to make her come again, he’d promised to, so he began rubbing her clit one more time, and as he did, still pounding her, Riley reached up and began playing with her nipples, caressing them, making her scream hoarsely in pleasure.

Then she was coming a second time.

This time, Mike didn’t hold back.

He let it all wash over him, the hot perfection of her vagina, the slickness of it, how goddamned tight she was. He began to let off within her, moaning loudly, grunting as his hips jerked forward each time his dick twitched and spat another thick spurt of his seed. He was pumping her pussy full of it, one, hard contraction at a time.

Several seconds later, they were done, their orgasms leaving them hot and sweaty, breathing heavily. Mike stayed in that position, on his hands and knees, his softening cock still inside of her. He liked being inside of women.

“How was that? Satisfactory?” he asked.

“Those were two wonderful orgasms,” Colette confirmed.

“This sucks,” Riley muttered.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, now we gotta deal with the mess we made, and then we also gotta wash up, then get up and make dinner, and I’m feeling super lazy now.”

“Me too,” Colette murmured.

“Well...it can wait, we’ve got time,” Mike replied.

“That we do,” Colette agreed.

He carefully pulled out of her a moment later, and sat down beside the two women, smiling at them. He reached out and took Riley’s hand. She gently grasped his hand, squeezing it, and he felt wonderfully close to her, to both of them.

They stayed like that for awhile longer, basking in the afterglow.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning started out very nicely.

Mike opened his eyes and saw streams of sunlight coming into the room he was in. It took him a moment to lock into his memories, figuring out where it was he’d ended up, and just about the second that he did remember, he felt someone very large shifting on whatever he was laying on. A face appeared, then shoulders and a huge pair of tits.

Riley.

She favored him with an almost feral grin, her red hair a mess. Goddamn did he love redheads. “Hey you,” she said as she swung her knee over him, straddling him. “You trust me enough to let me ride your cock? You’re hard as steel.”

He considered it for a few seconds, feeling an almost automatic reaction of fear welling up in him at having someone that large on top of him, but he had never been ridden by a goliath. And it was totally something he wanted to do.

“If you promise to be careful,” he replied.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, reaching down between as she squatted over him. “Duh. I know what I’m doing, I’ve ridden small cock before.” She paused. “Sorry, that came out wrong. You know, I mean, cock size compared to my own kind.”

“I get it,” he replied.

“Okay good. I know that’s a whole, like...thing with a lot of guys...I’m going to shut up and start fucking you know.”

She rubbed the head of his cock against her slick vagina and he let out a little breath of excitement as the first tendrils of pleasure began to seep into him from the contact. Feeling the head of his cock rubbing against that slick, soft skin sent sparks of excitement into him. Wearing that knowing sexual smirk, Riley lowered herself slowly, taking him into her. Holy fuck she was really goddamned wet. Mike groaned.

The giant sex goddess was resting on her feet now, squatting down, hands on her thighs. Using her leg muscles alone, she began riding his cock, sliding slowly up and down it. “I so love riding cock,” she whispered, her eyes closed now, chewing on her lower lip in concentration. Mike couldn’t do anything but stare up at her.

She was a colossus.

Almost eight foot of woman hung over him. Her breasts were there, her most prominent feature, enormous pale globes topped by those wonderful pink nipples. Then down to her stomach, then her hips. Holy fuck, her hips. They were so huge, so broad and curvaceous and wonderful. And her thighs. He thought he might be in love with her thick, athletic thighs. Best of all, right now at least, was his dick, disappearing over and over into her vagina. That opening of pink perfection, that portal that led to raw pleasure, to mindless bliss and rapturous sexual release. His cock, bare, hard as metal, getting fucked by her.

Riley paused, then started gyrating slowly around, stirring his cock around inside of her. She moaned loudly.

“So very few men trust me to do this,” she continued. “If you haven’t noticed, I kind of like being in charge in the bedroom and on the battlefield. This is the best position, I think, to be in control from. It’s my favorite position. It gets me off so hard.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“I’ve gotten used to receiving a no,” she replied, opening her eyes and staring down at him. “So I guess I just got out of the habit of asking recently.”

“That sucks. We can do this more if you want,” he replied. “You’re good at it, and...I’ll be honest, this is insanely hot.”

She grinned. “Glad you like it. Hold on...I’m gonna come. Then you can come.”

She started going a bit faster and he felt his pulse accelerate in response, making himself simply lay there and let her use him like a sex toy. He didn’t mind. She was moaning louder now, panting in desperate pleasure, and this position must really get her off, because she let out a sudden shriek and then she was coming.

A hot release of sex juices sprayed onto his thighs and stomach. Now that he had permission to do so, he let the pleasure hit him like a hammer and he started coming within a few seconds, the feel of her tight goliath pussy clenching and spasming around his dick just too much. He groaned loudly, reaching up now and cupping her enormous tits in his hands, groping and squeezing them as he orgasmed into her.

He pumped her full of his seed one hard shot at a time, and when it was over she stood up, letting him fall out of her. She grabbed a wet washcloth that she’d apparently had ready and wiped at herself, cleaning up their mess.

“Where’s Colette?” he asked after a bit of getting his breath back.

“She’s up securing the perimeter,” Riley replied. “Here.” She tossed him another warm washcloth. He took it gratefully and stood up, then began to clean himself up. “She already masturbated before we woke up, so she’s good for now.”

“Fair enough, I guess,” he said.

They finished washing themselves off, then dried and pulled on a fresh set of clothes. Mike took a moment to repack all his blankets and supplies, knowing he’d have to wash them at some point in the future, but there was no time right now. They had to move on with their search. As soon as he and Riley finished packing up, Colette returned.

“We good?” Mike asked.

“Yep, just a handful of zombies showed up. Took them out nice and easy,” she said, cleaning off her knife and then sheathing it. “I say we eat a quick breakfast and then get on with it.” She moved over to join them.

“Fine by me,” Mike replied.

They did just that, eating from some silver, unmarked cans of fruit and downing them with water. As soon as they were done, the three of them gathered at the windows again. “So where, precisely, are we going?” Riley asked.

“There,” Colette replied, pointing off to the right. “See that clearing, with the big silo in it? That’s where we’re going.”

“That’s a good half-mile,” Mike murmured. “Those trees are pretty damn dense.”

“And there’s a lot of zombies down there, too,” Colette replied. “So we’re going to have to be really careful. And focused. But I figured we get there, find the stash, get out. Plain and simple. Any questions?”

“I can’t think of any,” Mike said after a bit.

“Seems straightforward enough,” Riley replied.

“I can see a building, what looks like a house maybe, about halfway in between here and our destination. I think we should plan on stopping there and taking a break. And also investigating it,” Colette suggested.

They both agreed with her. Since they couldn’t think of anything else to discuss, the trio moved over to the elevator.

“I’ll go first,” Riley said. “And alone. This thing looks unstable enough as it is, and given my immense weight...”

“It makes sense,” Mike agreed.

“I’ll secure the area below.”

She stepped onto to elevator, which was really just an eight-by-eight platform of old metal, and hit the button. With a metallic screech, it lurched to a halt and began to descend. Riley disappeared from sight. Mike moved forward, peering carefully over the edge of the open shaft as she went down. Eventually, she hit the bottom and the doors opened up. Riley raised her pistol and popped off a few shots, then a few more, then she stepped out. A moment later, she called up the all-clear and the elevator began to come back.

“What do you think you’re going to do after this?” Colette asked.

“I’m not sure, honestly,” Mike replied. “I don’t really make plans beyond what I’m currently doing. Though a few things usually dictate my actions.”

The elevator came back and they stepped aboard.

“Like?” Colette asked, pushing the down button.

With a jolt they began their descent. “Well, if I have a compelling reason to stay or to move on from wherever I am currently. Any particular reason you’re asking?”

She smiled coyly. “Well, I was just thinking that it might be nice to have you around the house for a little bit. A few days, maybe a week. Riley, too, if I could manage it. Are the two of you together? I mean like, together together?” she asked.

“Not really. We met maybe three or so days before meeting you. Hadn’t seen her in my life before then,” he replied. “And she strikes me as the independent type, so I’m not so sure the odds are good on her sticking around. But...well, I suppose I could be persuaded to stick around your place for a little bit.”

“Oh yeah? What would I have to do to persuade you?”

“I think you know.”

“I think I do know.” The elevator finished its descent. “Well, I suppose we can talk more about this later,” Colette said, stepping off.

“Talk about what?” Riley asked.

“We were discussing plans following the end of this particular adventure,” Mike replied as he looked around.

The elevator had brought them to what once had been some kind of receiving area. There was a gravel pit immediately in front of the elevator, it was edged by a dense forest stretching away from them. The wrecked, rotten remains of a heavy wooden table and a half dozen corpses were all they had for company.

“Hmm, not sure what I’m gonna do when we’re done here,” Riley said. “Usually I part ways after a good haul, but I like the two of you...but I also get kind of, I dunno, fidgety, if I’m not by myself for too long, you know? So I guess it’s a ‘we’ll see’ kinda situation.”

“Fair enough,” Mike said. “When you go, just know that I’ll really fucking miss you.”

“Oh I’ll miss you as well. Both of you. You fuck good, Mike,” Riley said with a grin.

“Appreciate it. Shall we begin?”

Both women nodded.

They set off into the treeline.

At first, it went smoothly enough. They didn’t speak, instead focusing on their surroundings as they tried to find a path through the trees. It was made somewhat more difficult by Riley’s sheer size, and she ended up breaking a lot of branches in the process. While they walked, Mike found himself ruminating again on his companions. Not necessarily Riley and Colette specifically, but the women he found himself in the company of so often. In fact...he realized that he hadn’t traveled with a man in over a year now.

No, a year and a half.

That struck him as odd, and he questioned it, but...no. He hadn’t taken on a male traveling companion for eighteen months. Although, after what had happened last time, he could hardly be blamed. He’d been looking for a secure place to stay for the rest of the winter last year. Spring was still at least a month off and the place he’d been staying before had ended up getting partially destroyed in an attack by raiders. He’d killed them, but the cabin was no longer livable. He knew there was another group nearby, maybe a mile away, as he’d run into them every now and then when he was out hunting for food and supplies.

He’d traded with them twice.

So he put his tracking skills to use and had found them staying at a house. They’d been a little wary at first, but he’d had a decent haul from the raiders he’d killed. Especially when, a few days later, they managed to find the radier’s lost camp and raid it for supplies as well. He thought that it was going to go well. There were three men and two women staying there at the time. It had seemed like a fairly stable group.

And for two weeks, it had gone well.

Then there’d been a...problem.

There were two couples in the group, and the odd man out, (well, second one out, given that Mike had become part of the group), had apparently been talking with one of the couples about a threesome. Eventually, the guy was okay with it, but the woman wasn’t. And their relationship hadn’t been all that good to begin with.

And so they had tried to force the issue.

Obviously, Mike wasn’t okay with that and in the process of...attempting to deal with the situation, he’d killed both of the men trying to force the woman into sex. The rest of the winter had been, well, quiet, after that, although no one was really comfortable with him anymore. He’d gone a little crazy.

He’d left as soon as he could.

He supposed that wasn’t technically traveling with a man, but it was the last time he’d had any prolonged interaction with one. Mike thought he might be a little biased, but on the whole, he liked traveling with women more because they fucked him over less. Like, by a wide margin. They tended to be easier to get along with.

And, okay, yeah, he obviously liked having sex with them whenever they were amenable to it, which was more often than not.

Mike looked at Riley and Colette.

They were two stellar examples of his ideal traveling companions. They were smart, strong, decisive, adaptive…

Highly sexual and really fucking hot.

On the heels of that thought came another: he felt kind of guilty, in some strange way. Because he felt like he didn’t deserve them. It was a very base reason. He wasn’t attractive enough for them. Mike was in pretty decent shape. It was a side effect of walking everywhere and exercising. (Although most of the ‘exercise’ he got was sex.) But he had kind of a weird-looking face, and some pretty ugly scars. He’d never really felt that charisma or physical attractiveness were one of his strong suits. Which was why he never really lost that surprise when women either came onto him or said yes when he asked for sex.

Nor did he lose that guilt.

It was strange, because if he was looking at someone else in this situation, he’d overwhelmingly believe that who you were mattered more than what you looked like. He’d actually be happy for this theoretical person.

But it was a lot different when you were living it, and emotions rarely made sense, and he felt what he felt.

“What are you thinking about?”

He looked over, saw that Riley was walking alongside him. “What?” he asked.

“You’re pretty deep in thought. What are you thinking about?”

He considered, briefly, lying to her, but was there really a need? “I don’t deserve you or Colette,” he replied.

She snorted. “Deserve?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do? Why? What did you do?”

“Not enough to feel like I’d be worth your attention.”

“Seriously? How much have you done? How far have you gone? How many of these little adventures have you gone on? How many people have you helped? And what difference does it make? As far as I can tell, you aren’t lying to us, so we aren’t being misled. We both made a decision based on the evidence available to us, and that evidence suggests that you’re totally worth fucking. Is there something I’m missing?”

He sighed. “No, there isn’t. And, I mean, I get it. This isn’t...it’s not a rational thought. I mean, I guess I don’t really think I deserve to fuck you, like I’m owed it, but I guess, more on the surface, I feel like what you say makes sense. Logically, yes. I accept that both of us have chosen to be with each other and that’s really all that needs to be said about it. There’s respect there, and mutual attraction, and satisfaction. What more does there have to be? It’s just, you know, beneath that. Emotions. They’re stupid,” he explained.

“That they are,” Riley agreed. “Everyone has insecurities. For the most part, you have to silence them. But not completely. It’s a fine line: silence them completely and you get cocky and stupid. Don’t silence them enough and they’ll overwhelm you, robbing you of your confidence. But I think you’re doing okay.”

“I do too...you know, most times. Sometimes it just comes up out of nowhere.”

“Great time for it,” she said.

“I know, right?” he replied, looking at the forest around them.

They fell back into silence, hurrying on through the woods. There were sounds around them. He could hear the undead lurking somewhere nearby. And a few minutes later, he found them. They seemed to come from everywhere all at once. One second they were walking along a narrow path, the next a crowd of pale arms were reaching for them through the treeline. Mike felt his heart begin jack-hammering as one of them gripped his sleeve and yanked forward. He cried out, groping for his pistol, knowing he had to be fast.

Riley and Colette shouted in surprise and then there was gunfire.

Mike couldn’t get his gun out. Growling in fear and frustration, he drove his elbow into the nearest zombie’s face. It was like elbowing a fucking brick wall. He reached down and grabbed his combat knife instead, ripping out out and driving the tip of the blade into the zombie’s eye. The blade pierced its brain and killed it. The thing yanked him down as it fell, sleeve still in a death grip. And it was a good thing because it stopped him from getting grabbed by another two of them. Mike yanked viciously and cloth ripped as he freed himself from the zombie’s death grip. Tearing the knife out, he stabbed another, then another, and another.

Freeing up a bit of space, he took the time to get his damned pistol out, then took aim and started popping off shots. He emptied the pistol, putting down close to a dozen of the awful things as they closed in on him, buying himself some space and enough time to reload. Between the three of them, they managed to put an end to the ambush. Not that it was really an ambush so much as bad luck. Breathing heavily, Mike reloaded again and took another long look around. Nothing moved. They were alone again.

“Well that sucked,” Riley said, wiping some blood from her clothes.

“It’s going to get worse, I imagine,” Colette replied. “We’d do well to keep up a brisk pace.”

Figuring she had a point, the three of them got back to it. They walked on through the trees, branches tearing at their skin and clothes, plants clinging to their feet and ankles, as though trying to trip them up. Mike could hear more of them now, some farther away, some too close for comfort, none of them clearly visible.

They were attacked twice more on the narrow path by packs of zombies. They ran through and then past the first pack, managing to leave them behind, but had to stop and fight the second group, running through another slew of bullets in the process. It was a relief when they got to the abandoned house, marking the halfway point.

They took the time to move inside and clear it out, finding only a handful of stumbling undead things within and putting them down easily enough. They finally came to rest in a bedroom upstairs. “Hmm,” Colette said, studying something in her hand.

“What?” Mike asked as he crouched over his backpack, sorting through it. He intended to get some food and drink into him.

“Just checking how long we’ve been at it,” Colette replied.

“You got a watch?”

“I do. Windup.”

“How long have we been at it?” Riley asked, already having found her food and tearing into it. She’d apparently packed some salted beef and was going at it.

“Two hours,” Colette replied.

“Huh. Feels like longer,” Mike murmured.

Colette nodded. “It does.” She looked over at Riley. “Don’t you worry about getting sick from eating stuff like that?” she asked.

Riley shook her head as she ripped another bite out of the meat, chewed and swallowed. “No. Goliaths have iron stomachs. We don’t get food poisoning or anything like that. We can eat a lot. Hell, I can go out there, kill a deer or a rabbit or something and eat the meat raw, straight off of the thing,” she replied.

“Ugh, that sounds awful,” Mike muttered, prying open a can of meat slices and digging in.

“It’s not so bad,” Riley replied with a shrug.

The three of them ate in silence for several minutes, merely enjoying the peace and the rest. Mike estimated they probably had another two hours ahead of them. Hopefully less, but probably not. And then there was the way back. Wow, eight freaking hours down here. What a day. And that was assuming that things went well.

They rarely did.

And there was the chance that the cache wasn’t going to be there anymore. Hell, they might not even be able to find it. After he was done eating, Mike got up and walked over to the window, looking out over the forest. The second story just barely above most of the treetops, so he had at least a semi-decent view of the area. Not that it afforded him a lot. He could see the silo in the distance though. And a lot of trees.

He looked down at the path, invisible to him and perhaps not even there farther on, that they would have to talk to get there. From up here, it didn’t seem like that far. But the going was slow, and dangerous. He took a moment to scan the area a bit more closely, seeing if there might be anything else down here. Given that they were here now, it stood to reason that they might as well take the opportunity to search any other structures.

Especially given what a pain in the ass it was to get down here and move around.

He thought he could see another building of some kind, hints of bland gray material, maybe concrete, through the green of the trees, off to the right a little bit. Well, it wasn’t that far off their path. Maybe they should check it out. He made a mental note of where it was, took one last look around and, upon seeing nothing worthwhile, headed back to the others. Riley was still eating but Colette had since finished up.

“What were you two talking about earlier?” she asked. “I only caught snippets of it. Unless you don’t want to talk about it.”

“No, it’s fine,” Mike replied. “Just talking about insecurities.”

“Ah.”

“Anything to say on the subject?”

“I could write a fucking book on the subject,” Colette replied dryly.

“How do you mean? Been around a lot of insecure people?” Riley asked.

“No. Well, yes. But, I mean, I’ve had to deal with insecurity issues my whole fucking life. Still have to, just not as much,” Colette said.

“You? Really?” Riley asked, swallowing the last of her beef.

“Oh yeah.”

“Why?” Mike asked.

“Living as a rep among humans will do that to a person. Being a scrawny little kid will do that, too. I think insecurity is a tool,” she said, standing up. “We should go.”

“What do you mean, a tool?” Mike asked.

Now that Riley was done, they could go. They followed her downstairs and back outside, into the trees once more.

“Insecurity can be used like a tool. I used it to push myself. It’s why I’m in fantastic shape. Why I can fight, and shoot, and hunt. Why I know how to fix things and people if they’re injured, to a certain degree. It’s why I’m where I’m at today. But it’s also caused a lot of...grief, and fear, and depression, and rage.”

“I can understand that,” Mike murmured.

“And so, several years ago, I decided that I wasn’t going to be a slave to my insecurity anymore. No more bowing to my doubts, my fears, my indecision. I instead began using it as fuel. If I felt like I wasn’t good enough at something, at some particular skill, then I got good at it, hammering away at it until I was skilled.”

“I kind of have a similar philosophy,” Riley said. “Although it’s really hard to actually implement.”

“It is,” Colette agreed. “It can be very difficult.”

“It’s so weird to think about the two of you having insecurity,” Mike said.

“I think it’s that way for everyone. Every person you see is anxious about something. That’s life, I suppose,” Colette replied.

Mike ruminated on that for several minutes in silence. Right about the time he was going to bring up that there was a building not too far away, and they should consider checking out, they started to hear gunshots.

They were close, coming from the direction of the building.

“Crap,” Riley said, her pistol raised. “That’s close.”

“I saw a building when we were taking a break. Those gunshots sound like that’s exactly where they’re coming from,” Mike said.

“To check or not to check,” Colette murmured.

“I vote check,” Riley said. “I don’t need assholes creeping up on me.”

“Agreed,” Mike said.

Colette nodded. “Then let’s go. Quick and quiet.”

They diverted, heading off to the right. The gunfire rose and fell, starting and stopping sporadically, and they could hear the groans of the undead. Even farther on, Mike thought he could just make out the shifting figures of the zombies that were mounting the assault. Well, that explained what they were shooting at, at least. But that left the big question: where they decent people or assholes? It could honestly go either way.

They kept going, splitting up, staying behind the advancing line of zombies. Eventually, the zombies hit the treeline and stumbled out into the clearing the huge concrete building was situated in. The trio held back, watching a group of people firing from the windows of the huge, barren structure. Well, less of windows and more of rectangular holes in the walls. It had the look and feel of a construction project that was begun in earnest, but never got to fruition. Mike silently counted out how many people there were.

He could see at least six, but there were probably more inside.

Minutes passed, the last zombie fell, and another silence passed. Finally, Mike decided it was time to investigate.

“Stay here and cover me,” he whispered.

Both Colette and Riley had their guns out. “Don’t worry, we will.”

He stepped closer to the treeline. “Friendly coming out!” he called, loud and clear. When nothing bad happened, he stepped out.

“Stay where you are!” a voice called back. It didn’t sound too friendly.

Mike shifted uneasily, checking the area. People were appearing in the windows, their guns trained on him. Someone appeared in the doorway, a large man holding a shotgun. He also didn’t look friendly. And although he’d been raised not to judge people based on their appearance...he’d also learned that you ignored your instincts at your own peril.

“I just heard the gunshots, thought I’d come see if anyone could use some help,” he said, careful to keep Riley and Colette out of the conversation.

“You’re alone then?” the man asked.

“Yeah...just me,” he replied. He hoped they couldn’t tell he was lying.

The man paused, leaned back into the structure and had a quick, muffled conversation, then came back. “Take off your backpack,” he called.

“What? Why?” Mike replied.

“Because I don’t want to get blood on it.”

He’d hardly finished his sentence when a bullet shrieked out of the woods and punched a bloody hole through his forehead. He was dead before he even knew what the hell had happened. Mike scrambled back the way he’d come, ripping his gun out, aiming and managing to get one lucky shot off. The round took someone in the chest, one of the men in the windows took a shot to the chest and fell forward, smashing his head on the ground after falling fifteen feet. As he fell back to the treeline, Riley and Colette kept up the fire.

The gun battle went on for just over a minute, as the hostiles were pretty well hidden, but they had to expose themselves if they wanted to open fire, and the three of them, especially Colette, were very good shots.

Mike kept low, hiding himself as much as possible, focusing on one of the windows near the middle, to the right of the one he’d killed the other guy in. He waited, sure he’d seen movement there. Gunfire roared around him. He was just about to give up, convinced that the person had moved on to another window or was just going to hide, when they leaned their stupid face out, right into his sights. Mike squeezed the trigger.

The guy took the bullet to the eye.

When the last man fell and there was just silence, they waited, listening.

Then, a voice came to them. “There’s no more in here! You killed them all! Could you please come help me?” It was a woman.

They paused, looked at each other, uncertain.

“You two go, I’ll stay out here for backup,” Colette said.

Riley looked at Mike and nodded in agreement. He nodded back. “Okay, here we go.”

“Hello!?” the woman called as they left.

It could be a trap. He’d seen traps like that before. Woman in distress, you stop to help, her friends jump you. There could be survivors in there, laying a trap. They approached the front of the building, feeling horribly exposed. Mike kept a sharp eye on the bodies, to make sure none moved, and the windows, in case anyone else showed up. But he trusted Riley and Colette. They got into the building without a problem.

It was a huge, cavernous structure. Near the middle of it, he saw the makings of a temporary camp: a fire-pit, sleeping arrangements, some tables and boxes. Most significantly, however, was a woman on her side, wrists and ankles bound. She was looking up at them.

“Oh thank fucking God,” she muttered. “Could I get some help please?”

Riley reached into her pocket, pulled out a switchblade and snapped it open. She crouched by the woman and began cutting the rope.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Got fucked over,” the woman replied with a sigh. “I don’t really wanna get into, but the short of it is that I was traveling with one of these guys, the fuckhead you shot in the face in the doorway, and he met up with these other jackasses and they grabbed me. They were planning on selling me, I think. Ah, God, thanks. Finally,” she said as she was cut free. The woman sat up and rubbed at her wrists, looking around.

“So who are you?” she asked.

“I’m Riley. He’s Mike. We’ve got another friend out there, Colette.”

“Girl-girl-guy seems like a good ratio,” the woman said. She stood up.

“He’s not a jerk,” Riley said.

She looked up at Riley, then at Mike, then smirked. “I guess that’s true. He wouldn’t survive.”

Riley laughed. “I suppose not.”

“Gee thanks,” Mike said as he moved back to the door. “Colette! We’re clear! You can come in now!” he called.

“I’m glad you killed these idiots,” the woman said, looking around the interior of the cavernous concrete building. She walked over to the makeshift campsite and sat down, hunting through the collection of backpacks there.

Colette came into the building to join them.

“What’s your name?” Riley asked.

“Elaine,” she replied. She pulled a can out of the pack, peeled it open and started eating. “Thank fuck,” she said between mouthfuls, “I’m fucking starved.”

They joined her at the campsite and began sorting through the materials.

As soon as she’d finished off the can, Elaine set it aside and turned to face them more directly. “So, you three seem pretty competent and reasonable. Would you be willing to get me to the nearest town?” she asked.

Mike looked at Colette and Riley. “I’m okay with it,” Riley said. Colette nodded.

He looked back at her. “Okay, we can do that. But we’re here for something, and we have to get it first. So, I figure you can either come with us, or stay here and we can pick you up on the way back,” he explained.

Elaine considered it. “Okay, I’ll stay here and sort through this crap. Try not to fuck me over and abandon me here.”

“We won’t,” Riley said firmly.

“Good. And good luck. And hurry back please, if you could. I hate it down here.”

“I don’t blame you,” Colette said.

“We’ll be back soon. Stay safe,” Mike said as they headed out.

“Thanks again!” Elaine called.

They left the concrete building and made their way back through the forest until they hit their path again.

“She seems nice,” Colette said.

“She’s pretty chill for getting kidnapped,” Mike replied.

Riley shrugged. “I’ve seen the type before. I bet she’s been through it before.” She grinned suddenly. “You going to fuck her?”

“What?” he asked, startled, looking over at her.

“Are you going to sleep with her?”

“Well, I mean...if she’s interested,” he replied. “I wouldn’t turn her down. Why are you even asking?”

She laughed. “I dunno, I just think about sex a lot,” she replied with a shrug. “I’d fuck her.”

“She is rather pretty,” Colette agreed.

“First, we focus on getting the cache, then we focus on getting her and ourselves out of his valley and back to Green, and then we can worry about sex,” Mike replied.

Riley sighed. “I suppose so.”

They walked on.

…

They managed to get to the silo without running into any more than a handful of zombies, and they were easily dispatched. The trio found themselves standing before the large structure, staring up at it. The building seemed to have held up pretty well.

“So how do we get in?” Mike asked.

“Look for a door,” Riley replied, setting off.

They spent another twenty minutes moving around the exterior. The first, most obvious route, was the main entryway. But it was rusted shut, and not even Riley could get it open. The second most obviously way in, windows, didn’t exist. It had no windows. There was another door at the back, but it was built pretty solidly, and was also stuck shut.

“Well...fuck,” Mike muttered.

They gathered at what appeared to be the only other viable option: a heavily rusted, terribly unstable looking metal stairway attached to the side.

“Well, I’m not going, obviously,” Riley said. “I’m way too heavy.”

“I’m technically the lightest...” Colette murmured. She seemed distinctly uncomfortable.

“What is it?” Mike asked.

“I...” she sighed. “I’m afraid of heights,” she admitted.

“I don’t blame you,” Mike said, returning his gaze to the stairwell. “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” Colette asked.

“Yeah. I don’t want to, but heights don’t bother me all that much. I mean...normally.” He shrugged out his pack and set it on the ground. “Watch my stuff.”

“Be careful,” Riley said.

“Always try to,” he replied.

He emptied his pockets, taking out everything except for his pistol and combat knife, since he wasn’t at all willing to go unarmed. This was going to be dangerous, but they’d come all this way. He wasn’t leaving empty-handed. Mike moved forward, to the base of the stairwell. He gripped it, stepped forward onto the first stair, waited.

Nothing happened.

Well, maybe it was more stable than it looked.

He set off, moving slowly but surely up the stairs. He moved up the first flight and got to the first platform. The twisting, rusty stairwell was still holding steady. It curved away from him, along the side of the silo, raising up as it disappeared from his sight. He sighed and kept going. This really sucked, but it had to be done, and he didn’t want either of them risking their lives. Then again, being out here was a risk all its own.

He kept going, trudging up and onward, listening as the stairway began to groan ominously. Mike kept looking for some way into the silo as he went up slowly, but there was nothing yet. He went up two flights of stairs, three, four. Still nothing. The stairs were trembling now and groaning heavily. He wasn’t sure if this was going to work. No, goddamnit. He wasn’t walking away from this. Mike had gotten kind of stubborn in that regard. When he put this much work into something, it would take a hell of a lot to get him to quit.

There.

He saw it. An opening. It was up just one more flight of stairs.

“I found an opening!” he called down.

“Can you get to it?!” Colette replied. She sounded distant. Mike made the mistake of glancing down and immediately shot his gaze back up.

“Gimme a minute!”

He kept going, trying not to go too fast, but he suddenly had the very powerful desire to be off of this thing. It was groaning louder than ever and each footstep rattled it. It was threatening to come loose, come down, and take him with it.

And then he was there, right at the opening in the side of the silo. He was nearly at its peak. Just one foot in front of the other. Mike reached the top and made for the opening. He was right there, so close, he was going to make it. That’s when the stairway finally gave up the ghost and with a rending shriek of metal gave way.

Mike felt his heart nearly burst from his chest in terror as he began to fall away from the silo. He shouted in surprise and fear and leaped at the opening. He managed to get his arms in through it and slammed painfully against the side of the silo. He heard both of the women shout in surprise as the whole thing came down and hoped they got out of the way. But he had his own problems right now. Grunting with effort, he began to pull himself up. From what he could see of the interior, there was a floor and that was enough for him.

Muscles burning, Mike pulled himself in through the opening and rolled over onto his back. He spent several seconds just breathing, staring up at the motes of dust dancing in shafts of sunlight. He heard the women calling his name.

Sighing, groaning, he got to his feet and moved back over to the window. “I’m okay!” he called down. “Gimme a minute!”

From there, he looked around. He seemed to be in some kind of attic area. There were some heavy wooden crates around, some sacks of what might have been grain, but nothing threatening or immediately useful. As he began hunting for a doorway, Mike found himself wondering what the fuck a silo was even doing out here. He supposed this might have once been farmland. Well, probably. Enough time had passed that trees could theoretically grow this much. Maybe. He didn’t know and what did it matter?

It was here and they were here.

He found the way down and walked quickly down the spiral staircase along the interior. It was a lot more stable. Mike pulled out his flashlight and checked the large, open area as he moved down, but he could feel that the place was empty. As soon as he got to the ground floor, he checked out the front door and saw that it was definitely not opening. But as he moved to the back and checked it out, he saw that although it was next to impossible to open from the outside, it wasn’t all that hard to do some from the interior.

He got it open and leaned out. “Door’s open!” he called.

Riley and Colette quickly joined him.

“So...how do we find what we’re looking for?” Colette murmured, looking around the old, dusty interior.

It felt like being inside of some ancient tomb, something not disturbed for centuries. “I guess we just...split up and start looking. It might take awhile, although it was pretty hard to get in here, so I imagine it probably won’t be that well-hidden,” he said.

“A good a plan as any,” Riley said.

They got to work.

Time passed slowly as they hunted along the ground floor. They pulled out flashlights, hunting around more sacks of grain, big metal crates that held old farm equipment, (it might be worth a lot, but how the hell were they going to get it back?), under the stairs, along the walls, everywhere they could think of.

When the first half hour had gone by, the took to shoving aside the crates. Having Riley there made it a lot easier.

Mike was almost ready to at least call for a break when they found it. Shoving aside a particularly large crate, Riley stamped on the metal beneath it and clanged hollowly.

“Jackpot,” she said, and they all crouched down.

After a bit, Mike found a small opening along the seam between the plates. He pulled out his knife, stuck it in and got some leverage. Once the plate had been lifted a little bit, Riley got her fingers into the gap and grunted with effort as she pulled the heavy slab of metal up. They backed up as she finished, letting it slam heavily to the floor. Then they pointed their flashlights down into the hole beneath.

It was a simple square opening, a few feet deep, four feet by four feet. There were two heavy, stuffed backpacks and six duffel-bags.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Riley said, getting down there and then hauling the stuff out. “They’re heavy,” she murmured.

Mike zipped open the first duffel-bag and looked in. “Holy shit, there’s a lot of magazines in here. Pistol, it looks like.”

“Boxes of shotgun shells in here,” Riley said, looking into another one.

“There’s tools in here,” Colette murmured, looking into the backpack. “And parts, too. In great condition. Holy shit, this is a great haul.”

“Going to be a real pain in the ass to get it back,” Mike groaned.

“I can carry a lot,” Riley replied. “Don’t worry.”

“Well...let’s get the hell out of here then,” he said and they began loading up the cache and, as soon as they were done, began heading back to get Elaine.

CHAPTER SIX

“So you seem pretty, uh, cavalier about...all this,” Mike said.

They were in the elevator again. Riley had already gone up, and since they didn’t want to risk overloading it, he and Elaine had decided to go next. After grabbing everything from the cache, they’d made the walk back to Elaine and the concrete structure. They’d unfortunately run into more zombies, the commotion, between the shootout and the loud sound of several hundred pounds of crashing metal, apparently having attracted them.

But now they certainly had the ammo to spare.

Finally, they’d made it back to Elaine, and she was thrilled to see them. She’d spent all her time while waiting for them searching the bodies and the camp, and organizing everything she’d found. In the end, everything useful fit into two backpacks, which she was okay to carry, so long as they watched out for her, which they would.

“I’ve been through this before,” Elaine replied. “I’ve been kidnapped before, shot at, stabbed twice, almost died to the zombies I don’t know how many times. Eventually I just built up a tolerance to it. I got all my freaking out done while I was tied up. Although God, I have to admit, I’m kind of approaching my limit now. I need to just get somewhere and relax.”

“We’re probably going to stay in the room at the top of this thing, since it’s only a few hours until sundown. It’s a bit of travel back to civilization,” Mike replied.

“That’s fine by me. I really appreciate this,” she said.

He shrugged uneasily. “We couldn’t just leave you out there.”

“Sure you could have. Lots of people probably would have.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, because she was right. This world tended to bring out the selfish, worst nature in most people. The elevator reached the top and they came into the room. “Where’s your big friend? Riley?” she asked as they stepped off.

“Probably securing the perimeter,” Mike replied, sending the elevator back down.

Not much later, Colette and Riley had joined them, and they set up camp once more. The day wound down slowly after that, as they got everything set up. Mike took the time to air out the blankets he’d had to shove into his pack, since they were still kind of damp. Not really the best thing to sleep on, but whatever, there was enough sunshine left to dry them and smell was something he’d kind of gotten used to in a world like this.

They ended up sitting around in the underground portion, eating and chatting, learning more about Elaine, who seemed very open and friendly, while sharing about themselves. While they talked, Mike found his eyes drawn to her more often with the passing time. He’d been too busy to really think about it or notice it, but fuck was she hot. She was a tall, thin brunette with short hair, lightly tanned skin and gray eyes that made him think of particularly stormy days. Her face was a bit sharp and angular, her nose small, and there was a scattering of scars on her right cheek, but all that seemed to do was accentuate her natural sexiness.

They finished eating and talked for awhile as they sun eventually set and darkness fell. The stars were out, and the moon too, filling the area with a ghostly white light. Mike looked out over the valley they’d spent hours and hours in, traveling and suffering. From up here, in the moonlight, it looked absolutely beautiful.

“So...” Elaine said, and her tone of voice made him return his attention inwards, “you three seem pretty...relaxed. Casual. I’m getting the ‘we fuck each other as friends’ vibe from your little group. Is that right?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Riley replied. She grinned suddenly. “We fuck a lot.”

“Oh, that’s great to hear.” Elaine turned and looked at Mike, catching him in her powerful gray gaze. “Mike, I’ll be totally honest, it’s been a stressful fucking few days and the thing that really, really chills me out is just a good, hard dicking and a screaming orgasm. Do you think you’d be able to provide this for me?” she asked.

He couldn’t help the grin he felt spreading on his face. “I would absolutely be able to help you with this.”

“Can he?” she asked, looking at Riley and Colette.

“He can,” Colette replied.

“Oh yeah, he fucks good,” Riley replied enthusiastically.

“High praise coming from a goliath.” She looked back at him. “Well okay then. We don’t have to worry about pregnancy, I can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, cool,” he replied.

“Cool indeed. Let’s fuck, handsome.”

Mike responded by kicking his boots off and taking off his shirt. Elaine did the same, shedding her clothing as she moved over to the bedding they had set up. Riley and Colette moved to join them as well, apparently eager to watch.

“You don’t mind an audience?” he asked.

“I love an audience,” Elaine replied. “Especially such a sexy audience.”

“Well thank you,” Riley said, and Colette smiled awkwardly.

The two of them kept stripping as they walked. Elaine did it gracefully, getting out her panties by the time she’d gotten to the bedding. Mike almost tripped twice in his eagerness. She had a really nice, trim, fit, athletic body.

She laid down on the freshly made bed.

“Holy fucking shit you are hot,” he said, looking down at her long, lean body. She was probably an inch or two taller than he was.

“And you’re pretty damn hot yourself,” she replied, taking him in. “Now get in this bed and in my pussy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He got down in bed with her, embraced her nude body, relishing the feel of skin-on-skin contact. She was soft and hot and smooth. She kissed him first, pressing her lips against his, and their hands began to roam, touching, searching. He encountered the occasional rough spot or bump as he touched scar tissue. He was sure she was feeling the same thing. It didn’t seem to bother her, and he didn’t give a shit.

He kind of thought scars were sexy.

Elaine pushed her tongue into his mouth, probing almost aggressively for his own. He moved it forward to meet hers, twisting and twining, sharing spit, tasting her. He slid a hand up to her breast, finding it firm and pleasant, maybe a little bit bigger than Colette’s were. He could feel her nipple against his skin.

It had been...how long had it been since he’d had sex with a human woman? A woman of his own species? It took his lust-addled mind a little bit to figure it out, especially when he slid his hand down her lean body and got a good grip on her ass. Damn, she had a nice ass, really tight and fit. Ten months, he realized. About ten months since he’d made love with a human woman. He didn’t do it for a few reasons, mainly because he was now really just into inhuman ladies, but also because there was no risk of pregnancy between them.

He didn’t need any kids.

Elaine suddenly shoved him into his back and mounted him. “Try not to blow off too early,” she said, then spit into her hand, reached down and massaged his cock with it. “And yes, you have my permission to come inside of me.”

“You’re that confident in your pussy?” he asked.

She just smirked smugly down at him as she gripped his dick. “My pussy is fucking tight and awesome,” she replied confidently.

Then Elaine took his dick into her pussy.

“Oh fuck...” he moaned.

She laughed. “Told you,” she said, then gasped and moaned loudly as he gripped her hips and pushed up into her, sliding his cock deeper into her. “Oh yes!” she cried and started to ride him, to bounce on him with the enthusiasm of a lady that is in love with sex. And she was fit enough to back that enthusiasm up. She groaned loudly, savagely, almost sounding like some primal beast as she fucking his dick furiously.

Fuck. She was right.

Her pussy was amazing.

Mike already found himself struggling not to blow off inside of her. It felt so fucking good! And staring up at her trim body, her bouncing, firm breasts, her sexy face and short brunette hair was not helping. Mike gritted his teeth and fought for control.

She smirked down at him. “Having some trouble with this vagina?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” he growled.

“Oh yeah? Cause you look like you’re-oh fuck!” she screamed as he began rubbing her clit vigorously with his thumb. “Oh holy fucking dammit!” she shrieked and then she was coming. He’d made her come first, and powerfully.

She screamed in pleasure, twitching and spasming violently, body moving in waves as the orgasm ripped through her. She looked like some kind of sex demon, slicked with sweat, her body twisting, muscles working, and oh fuck her pussy felt even better now. He groaned as a hot spray of sex juices escaped around his cock and her vaginal muscles began to massage it, clenching powerfully around him as she kept bouncing and squirming. Somehow, Mike managed not to start blasting off inside of her.

“Holy fuck Mike, that was great,” she said.

“I’m not done yet,” he replied, then he grabbed her, pulled her down close to him, hugged her slim, nude, sweaty body to his and flipped them both over. Elaine let out a small shout of happy surprise. He got up onto his knees, grabbed her legs and pushed them open. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed them down into the bed, then really started driving into.

“Oh my fucking God yes...” she moaned in rapturous bliss. She looked down the length of her body at him, no doubt staring at his cock driving furiously into her. “Oh fuck Mike, you can really deliver a hard dicking! OH YES!” she cried as he hit a sensitive spot.

He reached down, grabbed her ankles and then folded her, pushing her ankles into the mass of clothing and blankets that served them as pillows on either side of her head. “Oh my fuck! OH MY FUCK!” she screamed as he fucked her harder.

“Holy shit this is hot,” Riley said.

“I’m going to come! I’m going to fucking come again!” Elaine shrieked.

And then she was coming again, and this time, Mike didn’t bother holding back, because he figured she’d gotten the hard dicking that she’d been asking for. As she came again, he kept pounding her orgasming vagina. Almost as soon as he let go, his cock started letting off, spurting a huge load inside of her.

Mike moaned loudly, crying out and giving voice to his own tremendous pleasure. He was panting and groaning and grunting as he spilled his seed inside of her, filling her pussy with it. There was so much of it. It felt almost like there was too much coming out. Pulses of raw, impossible pleasure shot through his body, filling him, with each fresh spurt of his seed as he emptied himself completely within her.

He wasn’t sure when, but finally they both finished, and he collapsed against her, both of them gasping and sweaty and boneless.

“Oh man, I’m gonna need something to clean up with,” she said between breaths. “In my pack, I grabbed some rags. Wet one, get it to me. Mike, you blew like the biggest load I’ve ever had in my pussy. I mean, it’s so much.”

“Sorry,” he breathed, “okay, I’m lying. I’m not sorry. That felt so fucking good.”

“Told you my pussy is fucking bomb,” she said smugly.

“I didn’t doubt it,” he replied.

“And don’t be sorry, I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty hot, feeling a guy shooting his load into my pussy, the way your cock twitches and jerks so violently when you’re having a really, really good orgasm, and all that liquid warmth...it’s just the cleanup that sucks.”

“Well, I’m glad you appreciate it.”

“I’m a little jealous,” Riley admitted as she gave her the rag.

“Oh?” Elaine asked. “Here, you gotta pull out, dear.”

“He doesn’t have orgasms like that with us,” Colette offered.

“Oh come on, that’s not true,” he replied as he carefully pulled out of her. He winced slightly. His dick was painfully sensitive.

“You should have heard yourself, Mike,” Riley replied. Mike sat down heavily, watching as Elaine cleaned herself up. Her hair was a mess, her body flushed and covered in sweat. And he’d done that to her.

He felt as satisfied as she looked.

“Come on, really?” he asked, looking at Riley.

“I’m joking...you know, mostly,” she replied.

“Oh my God, you’re actually jealous,” he said, unable to contain a grin.

“Okay, maybe a little,” she muttered.

He motioned for her to join him and she hesitated, then climbed onto the bed with him. He hugged her to him and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Riley, you are so fucking satisfying in bed. Not lying. You are a truly stellar fuck.” He looked at Colette. “And so are you, come here.” Colette joined them in bed. “You two are beautiful and amazing in bed. It’s just that it’s been a long day, and Elaine is really hot and it’s actually been almost a year since I’ve been with a human woman. So...you know, kind of exciting.”

“Oh my God, you three are adorable,” Elaine said as she finished up.

“Shut up,” Riley replied, grinning.

“No, really. This is great. So many people I travel with, they’re all sly and superior and no one wants to let their guard down. But you guys are just no bullshit, honest and open with each other. I like it,” she said.

“Well...good,” Riley replied awkwardly. Suddenly, she turned to face Mike. “And you, sir, I believe, owe me and Colette a hard dicking too.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” Colette replied firmly. “There’s no way we’re letting you off the hook after you put on that display, Mike.”

“Okay, I’ll need a bit of time, though,” he replied.

“You get five minutes,” Riley replied as she began undressing.

…

Mike slept in the next morning.

The ladies let him. When he woke up a little past noon, they’d said that he really seemed like he needed the extra rest. After the rigorous sex Riley and Colette had put him through, almost as if trying to compete with Elaine...yeah, he had to agree with them. He fucking needed it. Once they’d eaten and packed everything up, the group, now a quartet, made their way back through the land towards Green. More specifically, towards Colette’s house.

They’d all agreed that they wanted to go there first, and have at least some kind of relaxation and unwinding.

After all they’d been through, specifically Elaine, they felt that they deserved it.

The walk had been thankfully uneventful. Zombies wandered onto the path every now and then, but there were no human assholes around, or inhuman ones. They were alone. They swapped stories as they trekked. Mike felt more comfortable around Elaine, not that he had really been uncomfortable around her before, but once you’d been inside of a woman, that seemed to ease just about everything. Especially when the sex was as good as it had been.

He had to admit it: he was in lust with Elaine.

Colette was great and Riley was fantastic in bed, but Elaine…

He liked her pussy so much he actually felt guilty. But she was such a stunning fuck. And it was weird, because he’d honestly thought that he was kind of over human girls. But no, apparently not. Apparently they could still surprise him.

He was so going to fuck her again if he could manage it.

Although good lord, he was exhausted. He’d fucked the hell out of Riley and Colette after he’d done it with Elaine, and it had taken a lot out of him last night. They’d decided not to fuck in the morning, promising to save it for tonight.

By the time they actually got back Colette’s place, it was approaching dark. There were just a handful of zombies wandering around the property, and they were dispatched and disposed of with ease. They took the time to make sure that the house was safe and hadn’t been broken into and, once confirming that it was indeed secure, they locked up and settled in for the night. Colette supposed that if they really wanted to, they could head into Green and start trading, but none of them felt like doing anything else that day.

Especially with the call of Colette’s huge bathtub.

They decided to turn in and be lazy for the rest of the day.

And fuck, of course.

All four of them stripped down once the house was locked up and slipped into the water. They just washed up at first, and then things started heating up when Elaine showed how much she was into inhuman ladies when she started making out with Colette and then started going down on her. While Elaine made their rep acquaintance scream, Mike had let Riley straddle and ride him. She’d fucked him until they both had come, and then Elaine and Colette, both of them very horned up, took turns riding him as well.

They’d fucked his cock until they’d both gotten off, and then Elaine had let him come inside of her again.

From there, they’d soaked in the tub for awhile, then dried off and headed back upstairs, pulling on only a few articles of clothing and spending two more hours cooking up and then eating an enormous meal. Mike felt genuinely content during the meal, happy and high off of the success and the sex, and being among friends.

They’d finished off an excellent night by all going to sleep in Colette’s bed. It was just big enough to hold all of them.

…

“So, have we figured out what we’re actually going to trade for?” Mike asked.

They were sitting at a huge worktable in Colette’s basement, looking over all the supplies they’d taken from the cache.

“I’ve got some ideas,” Riley replied.

“I have a lot of ideas,” Colette murmured. “But first we need to divvy this up. I figured the easiest way, at least for the ammunition, is to just straight up divide it.” She looked over at Elaine. “You’re sure you’re okay with-”

“Oh yeah,” Elaine replied. “I’m perfectly okay with what you’ve given me. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting that much. Getting out alive with some clothes on was more than I could’ve asked for,” she said.

They’d decided to let her keep everything she had found at the camp.

“Okay then,” Colette murmured, looking over the supplies.

Almost three quarters of it had been ammunition. Shotgun shells, twelve and ten gauge, nine millimeter rounds, forty-five caliber, thirty-eight caliber, twenty-twos. There’d been a collection of about a dozen pistols and one sawn-off shotgun. And the rest of it had been an assortment of tools and spare parts.

“I’ll be honest,” Colette said, “I want the tools. And the spare parts. Is there any way we could swing that deal?” she asked, looking at him and Riley.

“Well...” Mike said, looking at Riley. She shrugged. “You don’t really care, do you?” he asked, suddenly.

“About what?” she replied, though she was smirking.

“Your primary interests are in sex and fighting. All this stuff, the nuts and bolts, the details...you don’t really care, do you?”

Riley laughed. “I guess not. I mean, I don’t like getting ripped off, but I’m not going to haggle about this. I trust you two. But I guess I’m really more of a journey, not destination kind of girl,” she replied.

“Okay, cool. Well then, how about you take a set amount of bullets, a small amount, with the tools and parts?” he suggested.

“Like what?” she replied.

“I dunno, throw something out there.”

Colette frowned, looking down at the wealth of ammo. “How about...one of the pistols, six magazines of nine millimeter ammo, and a dozen ten gauge shells? Does that sound fair?” she asked, looking back up at him.

He thought about it, then nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fair.” He looked at Riley. “And we can split the rest. Good?”

“Good,” she replied.

“You three are unreal,” Elaine said.

“What?” Mike replied, looking over at her as they began divvying up the supplies.

“This is so...reasonable. God, the amount of fights and arguments I’ve seen over a tenth of this amount of supplies...” she sighed. “It’s just weird. You’re all so reasonable. I’ve had to travel with a lot of assholes.”

“Had to?” Riley asked.

“I’m not really a great shot,” she admitted. “I’m not particularly strong. I can run, I can fight if I really have to, but that doesn’t get you all that far. And because I’ve decided that I want to travel, I find myself having to rely on strangers.”

“Why don’t you...stay somewhere safer?” Colette asked.

Elaine looked at her. “Would you really let something like this keep you from doing something you really want?”

Colette shook her head slowly. “I guess not.”

“So this is a nice change of pace.”

They finished sorting out the ammo after fifteen minutes. Mike planned on keeping a good portion of it, but he had things he wanted. A tent, for starters. Nothing fancy, but he’d intended to get a little one for awhile now. A new, bigger backpack too. He was going to get a better pistol to replace his current one, but the ones they’d found in the cache had been really nice, so there was no need. Once they were done sorting, Mike gathered their attention again.

“Well...we’re going to go trade in town, but then what? What exactly are we going to do?” he asked. “What are our plans?”

Riley was the first to speak. “I’ve loved my time here, and you three are just fantastic, but I feel the need to be alone again. The call of the wild. So I think I’m going to head out first thing in the morning tomorrow.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Mike said.

“I expect goodbye sex from all of you,” she said firmly.

“You’ll most certainly get it from me,” he replied.

“Me too,” Colette said with a smirk.

“I’ve always wanted to make it with a goliath chick,” Elaine replied.

“Okay then, glad that’s settled.”

“Well, you know that I’m going to stay here. We talked earlier about you hanging around for at least a few days, Mike...”

“I’d be amenable to that. I could chill for two or three days. Maybe longer if nothing else comes up.” He looked over at Elaine. “And you?”

“Well...to be totally honest, I was hoping to head further east. There’s a town I want to get to. Given the huge haul you just got, I wasn’t sure what I’d be able to offer you in return for escorting me to that town, but...well, how about I just let you fuck me as much as you want while we’re on the way there?” she asked, grinning.

“That...uh, that sounds like a good deal,” he replied.

“Good.” She looked at Colette. “I’d be okay with waiting a few days and hanging out here.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Colette replied.

“Perfect,” Riley said. “Let’s go to market.”

…

The day went by slowly.

Mike had forgotten what it was like to haggle with people in small towns. At least for an extended period of time. Normally he just wanted something simple. Food, bullets, medicine. A tent, a new backpack, all this stuff was more difficult to find, and expensive. And not everyone wanted to come right out with out. No one wanted to seem easy. You had to sit there and work it out of them. But he did, eventually.

Mike got his hands on a backpack in really good condition, about twice the size of his previous pack. He also got a tent made of good, strong canvas, some brand new blankets that were fantastic at keeping heat in that could also be bundled up into a very tight bag, vastly reducing the amount of space they took up, and two inflatable pillows.

Space was very premium when you spent your life on the road.

He also got his hands on a bunch of different medical equipment and supplies, as he’d been running a little too long with just the bare minimum of some antibiotics and painkillers. He’d been lucky so far.

He didn’t want to keep pushing that luck.

After restocking on food, getting a new lighter with a good store of lighter fluid, and grabbing a few other odds and ends, he hooked back up with the others and hung out with them until they’d finished their own haggling. Colette spent almost the entire time there looking for solar panels. She wanted more of them.

She finally managed to pull two of them out of the settlement, trading a hefty amount of bullets, food, and water for them. But she got them. As soon as she did, they headed back to her place. Mike found himself feeling pretty consistently good. Everything seemed to be going well. And it didn’t really occur to him why until he’d agreed to to help Colette install the new solar panels on her roof and had climbed up there with her.

Elaine had wanted to take a nap and Riley said she wanted to organize her new stuff, so they left the two women to it and climbed up. As he set to work with Colette, the two of them toiling away in silence, he thought back over the past few months and realized that they hadn’t been great months. Sure, there had been some nice sex, some great sex, actually, but he’d failed more often than not in his endeavors.

Three months ago, he’d tried bounty hunting, and had only managed to actually find two of the people he’d been looking for. One had gotten away, and had nearly killed him in the process, the other he’d killed, and they had wanted him alive. So that really sucked. The month after that, he’d allowed himself to be hired on to help defend and repair an old farm that a settlement was trying to get off the ground.

He’d been promised free room and board...and unrestricted access one of the women running the operation, a beautiful jag, who’d taken a fancy to him. So that had been really nice. Except that raiders had attacked the farm two weeks in and burned it to the ground, killing a lot of the people involved. So there went weeks of work. Plus, it was pretty hard to see people you’d been getting along with, living with, liking, killed.

The previous month had at least gone okay by comparison, but he thought that was because he hadn’t tried to do anything quite so dangerous or large in scope. He’d really just been wandering between settlements, taking on small jobs. Repair work, guard duty, physical labor. Easy stuff. It was only after several weeks of doing that that he really had begun to get his confidence back, and felt the call of adventure.

That was how he’d found Riley, not long after learning about this cache.

And something had finally fucking worked out!

It felt good. And he was really looking forward to the goodbye sex. Although he wasn’t really looking forward to saying goodbye to Riley and Colette. They were both fantastic in more than one way.

Eventually, the pair of them got the job done and climbed back down. Not much later, they all gathered for dinner, all four of them making it and then eating it. As he cooked and then ate, Mike could feel the sexual tension building on the air. They were all horny, he could tell. They were all fidgety and it was just in their tone of voice, the way they kept staring at each other, gazes lingering on certain parts of anatomy.

It was going to be a wild and crazy fuck.

They continued making conversation for about half an hour after dinner, waiting for their food to settle, because no one wanted to fuck on a full stomach. And then, finally, unable to contain themselves any longer, they all went downstairs.

“Time to give you a farewell fuck,” Mike said as he pulled his shirt off.

“I’m all for it,” Riley replied.

“We’ll all fuck you,” Colette said. “It’ll be an orgy.”

“Fuck, I love orgies,” Elaine replied as she eagerly stripped.

Soon, all four of them were naked and in Colette’s huge bed. They all took turns making out with Riley, kissing her passionately, twisting tongues and sharing saliva. Mike watched the two ladies make out with her. Laying there like that, receiving all this attention with a self-satisfied smirk, Riley looked like a sex goddess, or a lust demon. Her size really helped the imagery.  Before long, Colette was down in between her tremendous pale thighs, licking at her clit, causing her to scream in pleasure, panting, begging for more.

She only got noisier when both Mike and Elaine began licking and then sucking on her huge tits. They each took a perfect pink nipple into their mouths and began sucking gently. She moaned loudly, crying out their names, hands on the back of their heads.

Elaine came away. “Give it up, Colette. My turn to eat that pussy.”

Colette gave it up and they switched positions, the rep now joining Mike in sucking on her huge tits while Elaine laid down on her stomach and buried her head in Riley’s crotch. “Oh my fucking God, Elaine!” Riley shrieked as their human companion dove right into it, licking her clit while fingering her furiously.

She had Riley coming inside of a minute.

Barely after she’d finished coming, she almost grabbed Mike. “You. In. Now.”

“You got it,” he replied, quickly getting in between her powerful, huge thighs. Gripping his cock, he laid it against her absurdly wet, hot opening and slipped inside. He groaned as the pleasure shuddered through him, the feeling of being inside of her pure bliss.  Her own voice joined his in pure sexual satisfaction as he began driving into her, burying his cock in her perfect pussy, the absolute rapturous ecstasy burning slowly into him.

Mike looked up and saw that both women were licking across her enormous pale breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples.

She looked like a sex deity more than ever now, and they were paying tribute to her, worshiping her divine body.

Wanting to make her come, to give her a fantastic orgasm, (what was a better parting gift?), he reached down between them and began to stimulate her clit, rubbing it with his thumb. She let out a surprised shriek of pleasure and within half a minute, he had her coming again. Her sex juices escaped her pussy as it convulsed and twitched around his cock. He moaned loudly, unable to contain himself for much longer.

And then he was coming inside of her.

Given that it might be the last time he ever came in of her, Mike tried to enjoy it as much as he could. Focused on every sensation, on the way his primal lust was satisfied as he pumped her full of his seed, the waves of pleasure that careened through him, filled him, threw him about like a sailboat caught in a hurricane. He felt grunts and moans torn from him as he orgasmed, his dick spurting and spasming into her orgasming vagina.

This one seemed to last longer than most of the others.

When he came out of the orgasm, when he was placed back in his body and given his senses back, Mike collapsed against her, staying inside of her, feeling her hot, sweat-slicked body as she got her breath back.

“So very good,” she whispered. “That was so very, very nice, Mike.”

“It was,” he groaned, “it really was.”

“I think they’re done for the night,” he heard Colette say.

“Yeah, I guess we’re going to have to take care of each other,” Elaine agreed.

He turned his head and watched as the two women began to kiss, and soon Colette was on her back, and Elaine straddled her face, then laid down against her. They began to orally pleasure each other.

He and Riley kept watching.

…

Mike watched Riley as she walked away from the house, heading south.

He was going to miss her.

He stood on Colette’s front porch with the other two women currently in his life. Elaine was holding his hand. She already seemed to be getting very affectionate, which he didn’t mind at all. “Now what?” Elaine asked quietly.

“Well, I guess that depends on you,” Mike replied. “Do we have some kind of timeline we need to adhere to, now that I’m technically your employee?”

She laughed. “I guess that’s true...I suppose I should make a real decision. I’m not up to traveling yet. How about we stick around today and tomorrow, then head out the day after tomorrow?” she suggested.

“Colette?” he asked, looking at her.

“I wouldn’t mind the company,” she replied. “Provided you two would be willing to help around the house a little bit. And fuck me.”

“Yes, on both accounts,” he said.

“Duh,” Elaine replied. “I like to stay active. I’m not really the lazy type of person.”

“Few of us are,” Mike said, turning his gaze back to Riley. Saying goodbye often hurt. It varied from situation to situation, but if it was someone he liked, someone he’d been inside of, then it always hurt.

He just wanted to get his mind off of it right now, because he found a strong sense of loss at watching her retreating back.

He truly hoped he saw her again, someday.

“I want to go up and double-check the solar panels,” Colette said. “How are the two of you at gardening?”

“I’m okay,” Mike replied.

“I’m pretty decent,” Elaine said.

“Okay then. There’s a garden behind my house. Tend to it. Then we’ll get some more work done, then we can eat and take a fuck break, and get back to it.”

She turned and went into the house.

They followed after her.

…

Elaine shoved Colette on her back and then kissed her firmly on the lips.

Mike watched the display as he came into the room. They’d all just finished drying after getting out of the tub and the two ladies had hurried ahead of him, up to Colette’s room. He had to admit that he liked how...passionate Elaine was in bed. Colette moaned softly as they kissed. He also loved that she seemed to just throw herself into sex, that it didn’t really matter who she was sleeping with: man or woman, human or inhuman.

So long as she was attracted to them, she went at it full force.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she said as she broke the kiss, glancing briefly over her shoulder at Mike. “Think you can handle that?”

“Oh yeah, I can handle that,” he replied.

“Good. Hurry up.”

He hurried. She resumed kissing Colette, and as he found some lube and began rubbing his already hard cock down, she began to kiss her way down the length of Colette’s smooth scaly body. She licked at each of her breasts, giving attention to her small, sensitive nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from their rep companion, and then went down even lower, getting on her elbows and knees, putting her tight ass up in the air.

Mike had been thinking about anal sex with Elaine since he’d first seen her naked. Okay, that was a lie, before that.

He’d been checking out her ass on the way back to the exit from the valley.

It was pretty nice. Although she was thin, there was a nice amount of padding there. Not a lot, but enough that it had a sexy little curve to it, some nice thickness. He finished lubing up, tossed the bottle back into its drawer and quickly climbed onto the bed. He settled onto his knees behind Elaine, for a moment just admiring the view.

Colette was moaning, her legs spread very wide, grabbing Elaine’s head with both hands and burying her face into her crotch, crying out and jerking whenever Elaine hit a sensitive spot. She looked fantastically sexual and beautiful. And then there was Elaine before him: pale and tan in different places, trim and fit, tall and thin.

Naked and fantastically sexy.

He stopped waiting, the urge to start fucking her up the ass too powerful, and got up against her. He adjusted her slightly, then put the slicked-up head of his cock up against her tight opening and began pushing his way inside. Mike groaned loudly as the pleasure hit him. Her ass was so fucking tight and so goddamned hot.

He worked his way slowly inside, inching his way into her one careful trust at a time, as he didn’t want to hurt her. And he could hear her moaning loudly as he did this. Once he was buried utterly within her, he gripped her hips and started smoothly fucking his latest female companion up her incredibly tight ass.

Elaine moaned and pushed against him.

Colette was moaning even louder as Elaine continued eating her out.

Mike groaned, going harder and faster, relishing the absolute bliss, the pure perfection of it. He brought one leg up, resting on his foot to get better leverage, and pounded her even harder, making her scream. He was surprised when he felt a hot spray of sex juices all over his balls and thighs. She was coming from anal.

The fact that he was making her orgasm, combined with the fact that Colette let out a cry of pleasure as she, too, began to come, as well as just how fucking good Elaine’s ass felt, pushed Mike completely over the edge.

He began to climax, shooting his load up her tight, perfect ass. He moaned, his hips jerking forward, as he emptied himself into her. The three of them came together, crying out as one, pleasure reigning supreme.

When they were finished, he pulled out of her and they collapsed into a pile.

“That was a great fuck break,” Mike groaned.

Both women agreed weakly.

After several minutes, they got back up.

…

Mike lost himself in simple tasks for the rest of the day, and most of the next one.

They helped Colette tend to her garden, and then helped her begin the next big addition to her house: a fence. It was something she’d been meaning to do for a long time now, and had only just recently gotten her hands on the last of the materials needed. Part of the reason she’d been inclined to go hunting for the cache.

That task alone occupied the rest of the first day, with them working into the late night hours, eventually going to sleep sometime after midnight, and almost all of the second day as well, as she was really hoping to have competent people to help her at least get the basic foundation of the fence around her property up.

And she had a fair amount of property.

Even as they worked through the second day, Mike found himself yearning to get back out onto the road. The desire to wander, to explore, was building. He felt a little bad, because he did really like Colette, but he also knew that she was well aware of their relationship. And besides, it was just the rest of the day and the night.

That night, after the work was done, dinner was had, and they had soaked for awhile in the tub downstairs, the three of them gathered, nude, in her bed.

“Okay,” Colette said, staring at each of them, “I know you two are going to be fucking each other’s brains out on the road. So, given that this is the last time we’re going to see each other, possibly forever, I want to be the center of this threesome. Does that sound fair?”

“More than fair,” Elaine replied. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you off.”

“Thank you.”

They both began to kiss her and caress her gently, running their hands delicately across her trim, smooth body as they passed her back and forth, locking lips and twining tongues. It wasn’t long before Elaine got right to the pussy eating. She seemed to excel at it, and have a love of it. Colette immediately began crying out as Mike started to suck on and play with her nipples, trying to stimulate her as much as possible.

After a few minutes, he made Elaine get out of the way, intent on pleasuring Colette himself this time. He began licking at her clit, going straight into it as Elaine had already gotten her through the initial buildup. He also slipped a finger into her tight, wet opening, fucking her with it, pushing up hard and fast into her, causing her to cry out even louder, to twitch and thrash on the bed, to tear at the blankets and scream.

To come.

He kept fingering her through her orgasm, and then she was begging him to stick it inside of her. “Really fuck me, Mike,” she moaned as he got on top of her. “Don’t fucking hold back, fuck me like a worthless whore. Fuck me like you hate me,” she growled.

He did exactly that.

Elaine watched, her eyes wide and fascinated and deeply interested, as he began thrusting furiously into her, pounding her slim frame as hard as he could, making her scream again in raw ecstasy. “Oh fuck yes, that’s what I want! Abuse my pussy!” she shrieked, legs wrapped around him tightly as he pounded the living fuck out of her.

He made her come twice more while he was drilling her.

When he came, it was powerful and insane, exploding out of him and throwing him into a place of pure, furious pleasure. He could feel his seed bursting out of his cock, spraying down her insides, filling her inhuman pussy one twitch at a time. He moaned and writhed and jerked in pleasure, feeling her fit body against his own doing exactly the same thing as she was thrown shrieking into a fourth and final orgasm for the night.

When it was over and they had both finished coming, he collapsed against her, feeling lightheaded at that point.

“There,” he gasped, “did that do it? Was that worthy goodbye sex?”

“Fuck. Yes,” she replied.

“I have to agree, that was hot,” Elaine said.

“Good...now I have to sleep. I’m fucking dead.”

“I was hoping for some dick, but that’s fair. I can masturbate. You two definitely need your sleep,” Elaine replied.

“Mmm-hmm,” Mike murmured, barely having the strength get beneath the blankets and settling into a sleeping position.

He was asleep almost immediately.

…

“You sure you’re okay with leaving now?” Elaine asked.

They were walking away from Colette’s. It was approaching noon the next day. They’d decided to sleep in, have a long soak and a big breakfast before packing up and heading out. They’d been walking for just a few minutes now.

“I’m sure,” he replied. “Are you?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready to go. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t like..secretly upset at me or something because you wanted to stay, but you didn’t want to say anything, and you might end up resenting me because I ‘made’ you leave.”

“I’m...pretty straightforward,” Mike replied. “If I have a problem, I’ll tell you.”

“Good! And likewise. I’m grateful. Well okay then, I’m pretty happy with this set up. I get to where I’m going, I get free dick, and you get all the pussy and ass and head that you want. Don’t worry about wearing me out, cause I can fuck for days,” she said with that same confident, almost smug, smirk on her face.

Mike looked around and saw a little shed up ahead, just off the road.

“Oh?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go into that shed, I want some pussy,” he replied.

Her smirk just because more self-assured. “You got it.”

Yeah, this was going to be a great trip.

EPILOGUE

They had been walking for just over two days now.

And Elaine had been both keeping up her end of the bargain and proving her point: she was having sex with him every time he’d asked for it. At this point, they’d fucked ten times. Mike thought of himself as a pretty sexual guy. He was horny a lot. And he also liked to think he had a lot of endurance. And at some point, he’d basically started fucking her more because he wanted to see where his endurance ended.

Which was kind of stupid, given that walking between settlements, out in the wilderness, meant putting his life on the line. And he sort of needed his endurance to deal with the threats that could, and sometimes did, arise.

But goddamn was sex with Elaine so fucking good.

He was having it right now, actually. Going for number eleven.

“Come on...come on...keep going...” Elaine moaned, gasping.

She was lying on her back, naked, on her clothes on an old wooden table. He had her legs up and spread and she was taking his dick hard. Mike was standing, plowing into her, burying himself in that fantastically fit, hot vagina of hers, grunting and sweaty now. The more often he fucked, the longer it took to make him come, which Elaine didn’t seem to mind.

She reached down between them and began rubbing her clit. He was glad his pants and boxers were pooled around his ankles. Elaine was a squirter. Within seconds, she had herself coming. She let out a shriek of pleasure as she orgasmed around his cock and sprayed his thighs. He groaned as a fresh wave of hot pleasure hit him and then he was coming inside of her. Mike cried out as the first burst of sexual ecstasy hit him.

His dick kicked, sending a few spurts of his seed into her, and then it was just dry-kicking, there was just the pleasure, which was fine by him. Both of them grunted and gasped and moaned as they came together.

And then they were finished, the two of them left shaky and sweaty, gasping.

“Aw shit,” he muttered as he pulled his softening cock out of her.

“You okay?” she asked, sitting up.

“Yeah, I just...I think that’s my limit for today. My dick kinda hurts now.”

“I made you come too hard and too many times, huh?” she asked as he crouched down and fished a rag out of her pack.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Well, I’m not sorry about that. I have to be honest, I think I’m in love with your cock.”

“Well, that’s fair, cause I’m in love with your pussy,” he replied, getting out a bottle of lukewarm water and wetting the rag. He cleaned himself up, dried off, then passed it to her. She began to do the same.

“Good. That makes you easier to control,” she said, smirking at him as she wiped at herself.

“Oh, you think so?” he replied, pulling his pants up.

“I know so. And we’ll see about that limit of yours. That was...what, our sixth time today?”

“Yes. Isn’t your vagina sore?”

“Not really. I’ve had a lot of practice at taking dick. Didn’t I tell you, my handsome employee, when we first started this journey of ours? I can fuck for days.”

“I suppose you did. And I guess we will see about that limit.”

Honestly, Mike didn’t think he was capable of getting another hard-on today. His dick was sore, not just from fucking pussy, but mainly from coming so much. There was a kind of ache you got inside if you came too many times too close together. Or at least he did. The two of them got dressed, grabbed their packs and got back on the road.

“How far are we from the next settlement?” she asked as they walked along.

“We should be there by sundown or so,” he replied. His legs were weak and kind of rubbery. “Goddamn, Elaine.”

“What?” she asked.

“You’re like a fucking succubus or something.”

She grinned broadly. “Yeah I am,” she agreed.

Elaine took his hand and he laced their fingers together. “But I’m sweet though, right?”

“Yeah. Sweet is good.”

“It is.”

They walked on.

…

The next settlement they came to was a small one that Mike had only heard of in passing. He’d marked it on his map and it was one of three that were on the way to where Elaine wanted to go. By the time they got there, the sun was indeed beginning to set. They headed for the nearest bar, ordered some food and booze, and took a seat at a booth.

“So what should we do for lodgings, do you think?” he asked.

“What do you want to do?” Elaine replied as she tore into her roasted chicken.

“Probably see if we can rent a room here.” She looked up at him, and there was something in her eyes. “What? You got another idea?”

She scanned the room. “I thought maybe we could seduce one of these fine women into letting us stay with, and fuck, them.”

He looked around the room as well. There were about half a dozen women in the bar. He saw four humans, a rep, and a jag.

“You really think so?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry, I’m good at that.” Her gaze settled on the jag, a beautiful woman with red and orange patterned fur. “You know, I’ve never fucked a jag before.”

“Really? Never?”

“Nope. Not a guy or a girl. I’ve always wanted to. Just never had the opportunity. She looks like she could fuck like a whore,” she murmured, staring intently at her. The woman was sitting by herself, having finished her meal, drinking occasionally from a mug, reading a book.

“You think so?” he repeated. He sure wouldn’t mind sleeping with her.

“Oh yeah. I know, she looks reserved right? Not all ladies that look like that fuck like sluts, but a lot of them do. Trust me, I’ve got a good feeling about her...” She paused, mulling it over. “What’s it like? With a jag?”

“Fantastic,” Mike replied immediately. “They’re really good in bed usually. They have a lot of energy, a lot of...enthusiasm. And their fur is so soft, it feels so good against your skin. I really like doing it with jag women.”

“I imagine I will too. Okay, lemme see what I can do.”

In the end, she didn’t even have to leave the booth. Elaine caught the jag’s eye and managed to nod her over.

“Hey,” she said quietly as she came to stand by their booth.

“Hello there,” Elaine replied smoothly. “Would you like to sit with us?”

“...yes,” she replied.

“What’s your name?” Elaine asked as she slid in next to her.

Up close, she was even prettier

“Cassie.”

“Hello, Cassie. I’m Elaine. This is Mike. It’s very nice to meet you...”

…

Cassie, it turned out, was a medic. She was very important to the colony, obviously, as anyone with medical knowledge and know-how was quite rare. Consequently, she lived in a fairly nice house. They chatted with her for thirty minutes and Mike got to see how Elaine went to work on someone she intended to seduce.

It had been really easy for him and Riley and Colette, because they were easy and she’d just come out with it.

Cassie seemed a little more reserved...but not adverse to being seduced.

Elaine complimented her, laughed with her, touched her gently, occasionally, as though testing the waters. As that half-hour went on, her touches got braver, bolder, as Cassie’s body language spelled out that she was not adverse to this touching at all.

Finally, she said, “well, if the two of you don’t have anywhere to stay yet, you could come stay at my place.”

Elaine grinned, almost as if in triumph. “That would be fantastic.”

They got up out of the booth and headed back outside. It was dark now, the last of the sunshine drained from the sky, and she took them down the road to her house, which was a nice, single-story building painted white and fairly well-maintained. She let them in and gave them a quick tour of the house, which was clean and neat.

“You have a really nice home,” Mike said.

“Thank you,” Cassie replied.

There was a nervous, sexual tension on the air. She kept looking at them, and he couldn’t quite read her expression. She looked nervous, but...hopeful? Lusty? He normally just asked, he wasn’t really any good at this unspoken subterfuge that sometimes led to sex. Elaine, on the other hand, seemed to be a master at it.

“So, Cassie...” she said, and took a few steps towards her. Cassie stared at her intently, then took a step back, and another, and gasped softly as she backed into a wall. They were in the main hallway of the house.

“Yes?” she whispered.

“Where might we be sleeping tonight?” Elaine asked, and placed her hands on either side of their jag host. “I didn’t see a guest bedroom.”

“I, um...oh my...” she whispered. She didn’t look afraid, more flustered and excited.

“Might I make a suggestion?” Elaine asked.

“Uh-huh,” Cassie managed.

“What if we slept in your bed?”

“I...that would be...nice.”

Elaine smirked. “Good girl.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against Cassie’s. The jag let out a little sound of excited surprise, then wrapped Elaine in her arms and kissed her back. Mike watched, enraptured, as both women began seriously making out. Elaine slipped her tongue into Cassie’s mouth with a practiced ease.

After a moment, they broke the kiss. She looked at Mike. “Is this going to be, I mean...are you both...”

“That was the idea,” Mike replied.

“Oh, my.”

“Are you okay with that?” Elaine asked. “Both of us fucking you?”

“Yes. I am. I just...I’ve never been in a threesome before. I actually never, uh, did it with a human before.”

“I’ve never done it with a jag before,” Elaine replied. “So this will be a new experience for the both of us, won’t it? Come on, you were bragging earlier about a big bathtub.”

“I wasn’t bragging,” Cassie murmured.

“Where is it?”

“In the basement.”

“We could use a bath. And it’d be a good way to get this started off.”

She nodded. “Okay...come on.”

Cassie led them down into her finished basement, which reminded him of Colette’s own basement. There was a large bathtub built into the concrete floor, filled with water. “Do you fuck in here often?” Elaine asked as she began shedding her clothing.

“No,” Cassie replied. “If you haven’t picked up on it yet, I’m not...I don’t really do stuff like this often.”

“Why not? You’re gorgeous,” Elaine said.

“Thank you...I guess I’m just too nervous. And the people here are mostly humans, and they aren’t really interested in inter-species sex.”

“That sucks,” Mike said, taking his clothes off too.

“Yeah...this is going to be really new for me,” Cassie murmured. She finally began to get undressed as well.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow,” Mike replied.

“Thank you,” she said.

“And if you want to stop or get nervous, just tell us, okay?”

“Okay.”

Soon, all three of them were nude. Mike took a moment to study Cassie’s naked body. She had a thicker build, a bit more heavyset then most of the adventuresses he normally fucked. And damn did it look good on her. Thick, well-padded thighs, broad, curvaceous hips, and goddamned big tits. Huge, beautiful, furry breasts.

“Goddamn you are hot, Cassie,” he said.

She was chewing on her lower lip nervously. “Thank you. You two are really attractive,” Cassie replied. “I mean, God, you’re both so fit and hot...”

“Thank you. Let’s get in the water,” Elaine replied, ever practical.

All three of them slipped into the water. For a moment, he and Elaine simply washed up, taking advantage of the washcloth and soap. Once that was done, they both approached Cassie. She came to stand with them in the middle of the tub, which was deep enough that only their heads were above the waterline.

Mike began to kiss her first, and she responded tentatively. He tried not to go too fast, and he realized, as he began to grope Cassie’s huge tits, that Elaine was right. He was capable of another hard-on. He was already getting there. Going slow was hard, because of how fast he and Elaine tended to fuck. But he managed it, slowly working his tongue into her mouth while pulling her close to him. She let him, let him kiss her, and touch her. She gasped softly as Elaine began playing with one of her beautiful pink nipples.

Mike slipped a hand back down and around, and got hold of her thick ass. “Fuck,” he whispered as she started kissing Elaine, “you have got an amazing ass, Cassie.”

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“I so have to do you doggystyle.”

“I’d like that very much.”

As the two women began making out, Mike got behind her, reached around in front and found her clit. She let out a loud moan as he began to stimulate her. He used his other hand to begin groping one of her large breasts, squeezing and massaging it gently, then he started to play with her nipple as well, which she really seemed to like.

They kept going, kissing and pleasuring her, until she came. Cassie let out a startled yelp of pleasure, sandwiched between them, as she began to come. Mike had gotten a finger up into her and felt her vaginal muscles begin to twitch and clench. A hot stream of sex juices escaped her pussy around his finger.

She moaned loudly, crying out in desperate, intense pleasure as she came, and they held her up between them.

When she came out of her pleasure-induced stupor, she went limp between them. “Thank you,” she whispered, hugging onto Elaine. “I haven’t had someone else make me come in over two months now. It’s been a bit of a dry spell.”

“Not any longer,” Elaine said. “We’re gonna fuck your brains out. Well, really Mike is gonna fuck your brains out while you eat my pussy. How does that sound? Don’t worry, I’ll eat yours first,” she said.

“That sounds amazing,” Cassie replied.

“Good. Let’s get to it.”

They finished washing up, got out, and dried off, then made their way back upstairs and into Cassie’s bed. They began to kiss again, and Mike made out with her passionately as Elaine settled between her thick thighs and started eating her out. Cassie moaned loudly as Elaine started licking rapidly at her clit.

Mike kept playing with her nipples as they made out.

They kept up like this for another few minutes, and then Elaine raised her head from Cassie’s bare crotch. “My turn?” she asked.

Cassie nodded, breathing heavily, looking beautiful. “Your turn,” she agreed. She looked over at Mike. “You want me to...do you want me to suck your dick?” she asked.

“That’d be nice,” he replied, a little awkwardly. Elaine, and most of the other women he got with, never asked. They just did. It was kind of funny in a way.

“I’ll join you,” Elaine said.

He laid back where Cassie had been and both women got down on either side of him. He could feel their hot breaths against his steel hard cock. “Told you,” Elaine said as she grabbed it and started licking the head.

He groaned and Cassie joined in. “Told him what?” she asked between licks.

“We’ve been fucking like crazy for the pasts two days. We did it six times today. He thought he couldn’t get it up again,” Elaine replied.

“Six times!?” Cassie marveled.

“Yep, and five times yesterday,” Mike replied.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered. “I’m amazed you can get it up. That’s crazy. You two are...wow, you’re so sexual.”

“We are,” Elaine agreed, then she took his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head. He groaned as she worked his cock like a skilled professional. She sucked, working up a good mouthful of spit, and then passed it over to Cassie, who took it in slowly, a bit more nervously, and stared up at him as she started sucking his dick.

“Oh fuck, that’s really good, Cassie,” he whispered.

That seemed to invigorate her a bit and she got more into it.

Both women passed his cock back and forth until Elaine sat up. “Okay, how about we take turns riding it, and then you eat me out while he pounds that wonderful pussy of yours from behind?” she suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” Cassie replied.

Elaine climbed atop him and slid his saliva-slicked cock into her tight, wet, bald opening. She cried out as he penetrated her and she began to ride it, bouncing on it wonderfully. He groaned, grabbing her slim hips as the pleasure began burning through him. Cassie watched them, her eyes wide, panting slightly. Elaine felt fantastic and she looked so fucking beautiful on top of him. She really was something else.

She rode him for a good thirty seconds, then hopped off. “Your turn.”

“Okay,” Cassie murmured, mounting him. “Try to be careful, okay?” she asked.

“Okay. Take your time,” he replied.

She nodded and placed the head of his dick against her bare opening. He could feel a lot of heat coming off of her. She went slowly at first, lowering herself carefully and raising herself back up, taking his dick a bit more at a time, inching him into her. She felt wonderful inside. And then, when she was comfortable with it, Cassie really started to ride his cock. Mike moaned loudly, reaching up and grabbing those wonderful, huge tits of hers, watching this thick, curvaceous jag woman fuck herself on his dick furiously.

It didn’t take her long to really start going at it, that way that almost every jag woman he’d ever fucked did.

They were crazy. Almost animalistic in the way they screwed. And it felt and looked absolutely fucking awesome.

She moaned loudly, almost howling in pleasure, as she took his dick hard into her, fucking herself with it, pleasuring herself. They kept going like that until Mike had to stop her, because he was going to come if she kept it up.

“Oh wow,” she said, breathing heavily as she got off of him. “I’m sorry, that was...whoa, that was really intense. I’d forgotten how crazy I can get in bed...”

“I’m not complaining,” Mike replied.

“That was hot,” Elaine said.

They switched to their final position for the night. Elaine laid down with her legs spread open wide, exposing her narrow pink slit of a vagina, and Cassie got onto her hands and knees between her, knelt and began to eat her out. Mike got behind her and beheld the glorious sight that was her ass. It was definitely a fat ass. A thick one, with a nice broadness to it, a nice heft. He began pushing his way into her tight, glistening, pink opening, and she cried out as he did. Her tail, which grew out of her back, right above her ass, twitched violently back and forth.

He touched it and she moaned. “Yes...touch my tail...” she groaned, and then kept eating Elaine out, who was crying out in pure bliss now.

He continued touching her tail, running his fingers up and down it as he pounded her pussy from behind, and screamed into Elaine’s crotch. Not much later, she had Elaine coming, giving her a full-body orgasm.

The ladies who Mike had been with often told him that jag girls had the best tongues for oral. Elaine’s reaction seemed to hold up this theory. And after just a few more seconds of stimulating her, Cassie was coming all over his dick, her voice joining Elaine’s in primal ecstasy. Seeing no reason to hold off any further, Mike let himself feel the rapturous bliss of Cassie’s wonderfully tight jag pussy and he started coming inside of her. All three of them were moaning in tremendous sexual release and gratification.

He filled her pussy, pumping it with whatever seed his body had managed to make since his last sexual encounter. He groaned, grabbing her broad hips and hunching over her, panting as he orgasmed into her, waves of pleasure shooting through him. When it was over and he’d finished, he carefully pulled out of her and fell onto the bed.

“How was your first threesome?” he asked.

“Better than I had thought it was going to be,” Cassie murmured. She was laying on Elaine now, both women getting their breaths back.

Mike nodded tiredly and kept laying there.

This was a good way to end the night.

…

Mike was a little concerned.

Elaine had been uncharacteristically quiet for most of the day and, if he didn’t know better, he thought she was anxious about something. After taking Cassie to bed, (they’d ended up staying the night with her twice because hot damn could she fuck, and she had the most amazing body), they’d bought some more supplies and then had gotten back on the road. Mike had decided that he really needed to get his strength back and actually keep it, instead of spending it on sex. Although that had been difficult their first day back on the road, because Elaine was very sexual, and she kept teasing him and touching him…

He’d managed to do it only three times that day.

But today, on the other hand, had been easier. Because she was distracted. They weren’t far from the next settlement on their journey. He had an idea that there was something in that settlement that she was nervous about.

Someone she knew?

“So, Elaine...have you been here before?” he asked.

“What?” she asked, like he’d caught her off guard, in the middle of deep thought.

“This settlement up ahead. Brickton. Have you been there before?”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ve drifted through a few times.”

“What’s it like?”

She hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess. A couple hundred people. A lot of stuff is made out of brick. Hence the name.”

They walked along in silence for awhile longer. “So...you know anyone in Brickton?” he asked, trying to see if he could get it out of her obliquely.

“Why?” she replied.

“Just curious.”

She sighed suddenly. “I guess I am being pretty obvious,” she said.

“So what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day.” Mike felt relief at that. He’d always been bad at obliqueness and subtlety.

“I do know someone in Brickton. Well, at Brickton’s edge. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I was just...I have something I wanted you to do. For me,” she replied sheepishly.

“Like what?”

“Okay, so, there’s a friend I have near Brickton. She lives by herself, just outside of town. She’s a...well, sometimes she’s a prostitute. And I wanted to watch you have sex with her,” Elaine explained, not quite looking at him.

“Is that it? Because from the way you’re saying it, obviously there’s something weird.”

“She’s a wraith.”

“Oh.”

A small silence passed between them.

“If you’re not into it, it’s fine. I’m not going to try and make you or anything, because I know that that’s a big turn off for a lot of people, I mean, even people who are okay with having sex with other species...”

“It’s fine,” he replied. “I’m reasonably sure I’d be willing to have sex with her. I’ll need to meet her first. And figure out if she’s okay with having sex with me.”

“Oh, she will be. Lise is into guys like you.”

“What’s she look like?”

“She’s really pretty. Pale, well...pale-gray skin. I mean, you can see her veins, you know. But she’s got a really pretty face, long, red hair, and the most awesome rack and ass. Like Cassie’s. She’s a really good fuck.”

“Well, okay then. Tentatively, I’ll agree to this,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes, took his hand, and started hurrying him along. “Yeah right. You’re so easy. You’ll get hard as soon as you see her.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

She grinned. “You were going to argue with me, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“And then you realized that I had a point. That you are really easy.”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing wrong with being easy. I’m easy. Easy is fun. Come on, let’s hurry up. Watching guys fuck her really gets me off.”

“Good for me, then.”

He let her drag him along the path, towards Brickton.

…

They found Lise’s house almost half an hour later. Mike had to admit it, he was interested. And nervous. Because Elaine had a point: a lot of people had problems with having sex with a wraith. A lot of it came from misconception, they thought it was akin to doing like...an actual zombie. But it wasn’t like that at all. Really, wraiths were just like regular people, except they were extremely pale, they looked pretty sickly, and you could see their veins. And they didn’t produce any of their own body temperature.

They were, admittedly, fairly rare. A lot of people who were wraiths killed themselves, because there was no known cure, and a lot of people couldn’t tolerate living that way. Especially because a lot of wraiths had been killed, either mistakenly or ‘mistakenly’ by villagers. Or just straight up murdered intentionally.

Mike didn’t have anything against wraiths, and...yeah. He kind of had a bit of a fetish for them. But he’d also known some really nice wraiths that he’d liked a lot. But even among the other species, the inhumans, they weren’t very tolerant of wraiths. It was certainly rare to find someone else that was not only tolerant of them, but actually sexually interested in them. It was a lot more common among the adventurer types.

Lise, it turned out, lived in a simple rectangle of a building with an unkempt yard and windows covered from the inside by what might have been blankets. They walked up the cracked sidewalk to the single-story house and Elaine knocked on the door. There was a pause. Mike looked around, suddenly paranoid.

Who knew that she lived here?

Probably most of the town. But he couldn’t see any other buildings. There were a lot of trees around, obscuring his, and hopefully others’, view of the area. He felt like a jerk, being embarrassed to be seen at a wraith’s house, but people could get...violent. He didn’t care so much about judgment, but he did care if his life was on the line.

The door opened.

An extremely attractive, pale redhead stood before them, wearing some cutoff jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed off a very nice, busty figure.

“Elaine!” she cried, and stepped out, wrapping her in a hug.

“Hello, Lise,” Elaine replied warmly, hugging her back. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too! It’s been a long time!”

“Nine months,” Elaine said in agreement.

They parted and the undead woman turned to stare intently at Mike. She had surprisingly clear green eyes. “And who might this be?”

“I’m Mike,” he replied awkwardly.

“He’s my...bodyguard,” Elaine replied.

“Bodyguard, huh?” Lise asked.

“Escort might be more accurate.”

“Uh-huh. You want to come in?” she asked.

“Yes,” Elaine replied.

They followed her into her house and then into a living room. He and Elaine sat down together on a loveseat and Lise sat across from them in an armchair.

“So what’s up?” she asked.

“I’m just traveling again. Well, I guess ‘still traveling’ would be more accurate. I’m headed up to McLean. How about you?”

Lise shrugged. “Same old, same old.”

Silence fell. Elaine shifted. Lise stared at her. “You have that look on your face,” she said finally, grinning.

“What look?” Elaine replied, almost sounding guilty.

“That ‘I want something’ look. You know what I mean. What do you want?”

She heaved a sigh. “God, I’m so shit at hiding my thoughts. Yes, I want something Lise. I want to watch you get fucked by my...escort,” she said.

Lise raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” she asked, looking at Mike.

He nodded. “That’s what she wants,” he confirmed.

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“Most certainly,” he replied.

“Huh. Interesting. You’ve brought me a unique man, Lise. Normally I have to awkwardly pry something like that out of a guy over the course of an hour. So you’re perfectly okay with both of us getting naked and you fucking me like a slut?” she asked.

He laughed a little nervously. “Yes, I’m perfectly okay with that.”

“Good! Well, let’s go then. I’m actually pretty horny right now.”

“Perfect!” Elaine said.

Mike, even with his experience in moving quickly, still felt very strange. It was probably because this was a wraith. He didn’t have a lot of experience with them, and his...well, his fetish made him feel really weird when he was around a beautiful wraith woman, almost like an awkward teenager again. He felt dwarfed by her somehow, her presence. Not just her beauty, but the fact that she was a wraith, different from all others, all other sub-species.

She took the two of them back to her bedroom, which was primarily taken up by a very large bed. She noticed him looking at it, marveling at it a little bit. It was about as big as Colette’s had been. “I fuck goliaths sometimes,” she explained.

“That must be...difficult,” he murmured.

She shrugged. “It’s easier when you’re a wraith. Now get naked.”

He nodded and began taking his clothes off. She did the same. Elaine was right: Lise had a really fantastic rack. Pulling off her shirt, she freed huge, pale tits that bounced wonderfully. She pulled off her cutoffs, and hadn’t been wearing panties. He stared at her nude, pale body. She really didn’t seem all that...corpsey. She was unnaturally pale, sure, and kind of grayish. And he could see her veins, dark lines just beneath the surface of her skin.

“So you’re okay with just...fucking me?” he asked as he got naked.

“Yeah. You’re hot. I trust Elaine. I obviously can’t get pregnant or STDs. I’m horny. Why not?” she replied.

“I guess that makes sense,” he murmured, then pulled down his boxers.

“Nice,” she said, looking at his cock, which was mostly hard now.

She was really hot.

“Thanks,” he said awkwardly.

“I think it’s weirder that you want to fuck me. Come on.”

They climbed into her huge bed together and she immediately began kissing him. It took him a few seconds to get used to the feel of her. She was lukewarm. But as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he got a good handful of one of her breasts and that sent a jolt of lust through him. Her tits were simply amazing.

They might have been the best he’d handled in a little while. Okay, well, not counting Riley. But that wasn’t fair. She had the tits of a goddess. He kept feeling her up, groping her huge, firm, perfect breasts as they kissed. Lise definitely had no problem getting right into it. No hesitation, no warm-up, just straight into it, impassioned and lusty. It wasn’t long until she shoved him suddenly onto his back and mounted him.

She reached over him, to the headboard, and her huge tits hung in his face as she grabbed something. Before he could act on his instinct and start sucking on them, she pulled back, finding whatever it was she was looking for. Lube, he realized. She squeezed some into her hand and tossed the tube aside, then began to massage his cock with it.

“Oh, yeah...” he whispered.

“That’s good, huh?” Lise asked, smirking down at him. She seemed to be the kind of woman who got a great deal of pleasure and control out of holding sway over her partner’s sexual pleasure. That personality type made for a great fuck friend.

“Very good,” he replied.

“It’s about to get better.”

She finished up and then lowered herself, taking him into the bald, pink slit of her wraith vagina, and he moaned loudly. It was fucking tight. Not particularly hot or wet, but tight as hell. Fuck. He groaned as she took him into her and began to ride his dick, moving slowly and smoothly up and down the rigid length of his shaft.

“That’s right,” she whispered, grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands up, laying them across her huge, pale tits. “You get unprotected wraith pussy,” she said softly. “I bet you just love unprotected, bareback pussy, don’t you, Mike?”

“Yes,” he moaned, massaging her breasts.

“I’m guessing you fuck a lot of inhumans? You can’t get them pregnant.”

“He does,” Elaine confirmed.

Lise started bouncing faster and he let go of her tits, instead reaching around groping her fat ass. Goddamn, it was thick.

“And I know you can’t get pregnant. God, he must dick you all the time, huh? You fuck her a lot, Mike? You treat her like a fucking whore? I know she likes that. I know she likes to be treated like a worthless fucking slut.”

“Uh-huh,” he managed.

She grinned. “You’re in love with my pussy right now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he moaned. “Yes, I really am.”

“You’re doing good,” she replied.

He heard heavy breathing and glanced over. Elaine was on the bed with them, her face flushed, eyes wide, staring intently at them.

“Fuck me on my back,” she said, and laid against him abruptly.

He quickly grabbed her and then flipped them both over, managing to get into missionary position without pulling out. He didn’t want to be out of her fantastic pussy for even a second if he could manage it. Getting up onto his knees, he grabbed her legs and shoved them up, pressing her ankles into the pillow on either side of her head and began to pound her. Lise let out a startled scream of pure ecstasy as he did this.

“Goddamn you look good fucking,” Elaine said.

Mike hardly heard her, he was so focused on Lise. She was below him now, her huge tits bouncing hypnotically as he drilled her, as he pounded the ever-living fuck out of her. He felt possessed by lust.

“You fucking like that?” he growled at her.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! That’s so fucking good!” Lise shrieked. He kept going, slamming her hard, making her headboard smack against the wall repeatedly. They kept going like this until Lise suddenly wanted to change positions.

“Doggystyle,” she moaned.

“I’m not pulling out,” he replied.

“You think you can manage that?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

He responded by grabbing her legs and bringing them back down, putting both of them to his left and pressing them together. He shifted her a bit to the left while moving himself to the right, then, while moving with her, he rolled her onto her side, then over onto her stomach. His cock slipped around inside of her, but he didn’t pull out. Once she was on her stomach, he got up onto his knees while pulling her up with him.

“Holy fuck,” Elaine said.

“Very nicely done oh my fucking God yes!” she shrieked as he started drilling her again. Mike stared down at her fat ass as he fucked her hard. She had her legs pressed together, resting between his now, making her ass look even better. It had a wonderful padding and thickness to it, giving it an amazingly erotic shape.

“I know you want to do it, Mike,” she gasped, “so put it in my ass.”

“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned, pulling out and then fitting the slicked-up head of his cock against her tight opening.

“Every guy I sleep with wants to fuck me up the ass.”

“I can see why,” he replied, then groaned as he began to push his way in.

If her pussy was tight, her ass was a slice of blissful paradise.

He could hardly get it in there. He worked his way up it, inching his way into her, causing her to cry out with each thrust. Mike went until his hips were meeting her ass, then he gripped her broad hips more firmly, settled in and really started pounding her ass. She was a wraith, he knew she could take it. She was screaming now, pushing against him, begging him to keep going. Pleasure was consuming him, burning through him.

He was going to come very soon.

He could feel sweat pouring down his body. Looking over at Elaine, he saw that she was utterly enraptured by the display. And then he looked back down at Lise, at her thick ass, at her amazing hourglass figure, her strange gray skin, her red hair, and his cock, disappearing into her tight ass over and over again, and then he was coming. His orgasm exploded out of him and he cried out, gripping her hips tightly, his whole body jerking as his dick began spraying out his seed into her. Lise moaned loudly.

“That’s it! Oh fuck, I can feel you coming!” she cried.

Pleasure blossomed within him, filling him like a primal force. He came and came and came, pumping her undead ass full of his seed.

When it was over and he was left sweaty and gasping for breath, he pulled out of her and sat down heavily on the bed. She fell forward, then rolled over.

“Wow,” Elaine said.

“You are so into wraith girls, aren’t you?” Lise asked.

“Uh-huh,” he managed, staring at the ceiling. The room was spinning.

“You’re going to have to come visit me again, Mike. Cause that was some amazing sex.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t, uh, make you come.”

“Oh, you did,” she said. “I think you were just too enthralled to notice. It was right about the time you started coming. And I’m impressed. It’s hard to make me come.” She grinned. “How about a bath, and then another fuck?”

Mike grinned back. “That sounds amazing.”

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ABOUT ME

Hello, I’m the author! There isn’t too much to me personally. I live somewhere in the United States and I like to write stories about people having sex and people having adventures!

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Well, a few things that I can think of.

I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

Another big focus of mine is human guy on inhuman lady sex. There are certainly tons of stories about hot chicks getting laid by werewolves and dinosaurs and even Bigfoot! But there’s not enough out there, in my opinion, about regular guys fucking hot alien or monster or otherwise inhuman ladies. I love writing about human guys getting laid by mermaids and dryads and sexy aliens and genetically engineered female super soldiers and robots.

Finally, I like emphasizing sexual encounters, casual and longer engagements, that focus on consent, communication, trust, and respect. I like both parties involved getting what they want out of the sex. (Or I should say all parties, given how many people are fucking at once!)

If you want access to extra content, to get news about my progress on upcoming stories, or pictures of hot naked monster girls, then here’s some places you can check out.

This is my WEBSITE, (www.mistyvixen.com). Here, you can find free short stories that are related to my works or stand on their own, a monthly newsletter, alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked, and more!

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