1 comments/ 10538 views/ 8 favorites After the End of the World Ch. 01 By: Teurastaja Squeezed together in the small closet, I could feel Eric's body pressed against mine. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could make out the outline of his face, his stubbled jaw. His head was turned towards the door, listening. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He was so close, his mouth right there. If I had the nerve to just reach up... "I don't hear anything." He said, turning to look down at me. I felt short of breath in the full force of those big brown eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked, searching my face. "Yeah, I'm fine," I whispered back. The space was so narrow our stomachs were smooshed together. The tips of my breasts just brushed his t-shirt. I blushed, wondering if he noticed, too. "Maybe we should stay another minute, just to be sure," He said. Let's stay forever, I thought. "Do you have any more water?" Eric whispered. "In my backpack," I replied. "Can you reach it?" "I think so," he said. "Here, lean forward." I leaned forward, pressing myself against his chest. He reached his arms around my shoulders to unzip the backpack. With my cheek pressed against his neck I could smell him; soap, sweat and wood smoke. I inhaled, feeling a little dizzy. I wanted nothing more than to kiss the skin beneath my lips, so close... he shifted, reaching into my pack for the water bottle and I put my hands on his chest to steady us. His muscles tensed and flexed beneath my fingers. I imagined running my hands over his skin, touching him, exploring. He pulled the water bottle free and I leaned back again to let him drink. When we'd both had a drink he put his hands on my hips to pull me forward so he could put the water back. I wondered if he could feel my heart pounding against his own chest. After he had zipped me back up, Eric seemed to rest a moment, pressed against me. I heard his long intake of breath by my ear, as though he were inhaling my smell too. When he pulled back his eyes seemed sleepy, lustful. I was suddenly very aware of my own lips. They felt puffy, moist, begging to be kissed. As though he could read my mind Eric reached his hand up and brushed his thumb along my jaw. I was quivering with anticipation. He leaned forward, slowly, giving me time to get away if I wanted but that was the last thing I wanted to do. He tilted my face up gently and brushed my lips with his own. Softly, so softly he kissed me. His full lips caressed my own and as my mouth opened I felt his tongue dart into my mouth. A soft moan escaped me and I was momentarily embarrassed until he returned it with a growl. He pushed me firmly up against the wall and I could feel his pelvis grind against me. My chest and neck felt flushed. I found my hands pressed against his chest again and now I felt like I was free to explore him. I ran my fingers over his pecks and his ribs, down to abs. He moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw to my neck. I gasped as he found a sensitive spot and stopped to give it a lick. I could feel his breath coming hot and fast against my skin. I worked my hands up under his t-shirt and touched the warm skin just above the waistband of his jeans. "Wait, wait," he groaned, pulling away. "This isn't the place, they might come." He rested his forehead against my forehead, idly stroking his hands up and down my sides. I wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off right there and get down to it but I knew he was right, we had work to do. He opened the door slowly, to minimize the squeak. The coast was clear so we both cautiously made our way into the hallway. Eric pulled a hand-drawn map out of his back pocket and consulted it before taking off down the hallway to our left. I followed him, placing each foot with care, trying to be completely silent. When we reached the room we were looking for Eric kept watch at the door while I got to work. On the back of the map was a list of items, some of them with diagrams if I didn't know what they looked like already. I gathered what I recognized and a few things I just thought looked useful, stuffing them into my backpack. In the drawer of a broken desk I got lucky and found a new packet of batteries: that would make Old Pete happy. I cast a last look around at the abandoned office and then went over the Eric at the door. I touched his arm to let him know I was ready to go and he nodded at me. We crept along the hallway, back the way we had come. We were on the sixth floor of the building. It made me nervous to be so high up and inside like this. There was nowhere to run and no quick exit. We got to the interior stairwell and started to make our way down. It was harder to be quiet here, no matter how lightly I planted my feet they made a metallic echoing sound in the stairwell. I concentrated on Eric's broad shoulders descending in front of me. His t-shirt had a damp line of perspiration down the back; I wondered if he was as nervous as I was. We had gotten down to floor two and I was almost starting to relax, anticipating getting back outside, when we heard a noise. Eric and I froze just in time to hear the distinct sound of a deer opening and closing somewhere above us. We stayed still as statues. Eric's eyes stared into my own and he looked as scared as I felt. I tried to breathe quietly. A drop of sweat rolled down my nose and fell with a quiet "ting" on the stair. We heard the chattering, clicking sound of their language but, as usual, we didn't know the meaning. The door opened and shut again. Eric and I stayed motionless and silent for minutes. My legs were on two different stairs when I froze and one of my calves was cramping badly. Eric moved first and I cringed as his first step made a soft ringing sound. We both listened again but there was no sound but our own breathing. We descended the last two flights of stairs as quickly as we could without making a racket. The adrenaline coursing through me made my hands shake and I felt weak and unsteady on my feet. I breathed a little easier when we got outside under the sky. We slunk from shadow to shadow; I followed Eric's lead, letting my body relax as we got closer to the outskirts of town. When we reached the first patch of sheltering woods, instead of slowing down to relax, I felt like I needed to run. I grabbed Eric's hand and gave him a grin. He returned it and squeezed my hand. There's nothing quite like realizing you're going to live another day. We didn't talk much on the way back; just running, walking, crouching and skulking our way home. By the time we got back to camp, night was falling and our pace had been reduced to what could be more aptly described as plodding. I felt sweaty and gritty all over and my muscles ached from the fear and the exercise. There is nothing better than getting your first glimpse of the warm lights of home after a long hard day. If there's one thing this whole horrible situation had taught me it's to be thankful for the little things. Things like a warm fire at night, a drink of water when you're thirsty and the companionship of other people who care about you. As I hastened toward the light of the cook fire, Eric caught my arm and pulled me back into shadow. I looked at him questioningly, he seemed to be thinking. "Elissa," he began, looking at the ground, "about what happened today. When we were hiding..." he looked at me, waiting for me to say 'Oh don't worry about it, we were both just scared; it didn't mean anything.' I held my ground. I knew it did mean something and I was going to make him say otherwise. Eric sighed and raked a hand through his thick blond hair. He met my gaze sheepishly. "Just don't tell her OK?" I rolled my eyes. Why were we playing games like this? The end of the fucking world, you'd think relationship drama would be the last thing to worry about. "Fine," I spat out, "let's just go eat." We trudged into camp, the long day finally at an end. As I wolfed down a bowl of stew I tried not to watch Eric and Megan across the fire. She was hanging all over him while he tried to eat, chirping on about her day. As thought what she did would be interesting to him. She stroked his arm and flipped her curly red hair as she told a story about laundry or some shit. Is it because she's prettier than me? I thought. People used to say I was pretty, back in the world; every now and then at least. I thought I was alright looking. I pulled my long braid of brown hair over my shoulder to inspect it. It was a little muddy (how had that happened?) and had some leaves and twigs stuck in it. Across the circle Megan's fiery curls bounced as she bent down to whisper something in Eric's ear. He smiled through a mouthful of stew and looked at her sidelong. I told myself that it was stupid to be jealous. I should be happy to be alive and proud that we'd completed a successful raid. Pete had been thrilled with what we'd brought back. I was a credit to the camp. Finishing my stew, I decided to take a quick bath before turning in. I thought about skipping the bath; I was so tired, but I'd regret it when I had to wash my sheets as well as my body tomorrow. I picked up a lump of soap and a towel at the supplies shed and headed down the slope to the bathing/swimming hole. It really was a very convenient location for a camp. A river close at hand but the camp was on a hill so there was no danger of flooding. I was glad there was no one down there now. It was late and almost everyone had already gone to bed. I stripped and waded into the cool dark water. The wind blew down the river and my nipples hardened. I trailed my fingertips over the water, trying to get used to it and psych myself up for the cold plunge. Finally I took a deep breath and dove underwater. The cold was shocking for only a moment. I surfaced with a gasp and started to methodically soap my body. I was glad I had come down. It felt amazing to wash off the sweat and grime of the day. I undid my braid and started working through the tangles in my hair when I heard a noise. I froze, purely out of habit in this safe place, and realized that someone was making their way down the bank to the water. Who could still be up? I asked myself. Of course, I realized, as Eric stepped into the moonlight, tossing his t-shirt to the ground. He noticed my pile of clothing and I gave a little wave when he looked over the water for me. Eric paused for a moment and looked back up to camp, maybe thinking of turning around. Then he kicked off his shoes and stripped down. Now, you have to keep in mind, modesty wasn't really the same thing in camp as it had been back in the world. I mean we didn't walk around naked or anything but when everyone shares a bath that is a river you are gonna see some things. Eric dove underwater almost immediately and swam out to where I was standing, water dripping from my now clean hair that fell in a dark river over my right shoulder. "Hey Liss," Eric said, almost shyly. "Do you have any soap? I forgot to grab some." I handed him the lump in my hand. I lay back in the water, floating. I wasn't going to leave just because he was here, we were friends and I didn't see why we couldn't spend time together. If Megan didn't like that she could suck it. I sat up and pretended not to watch Eric soaping his muscular arms in the moonlight. He reached back awkwardly to wash his shoulder blades. "Here," I said, coming up behind him. "I can do that." He hesitated a moment and then handed me the soap. I lathered up my fingers and ran them smoothly over his broad shoulders and down his back. I felt the ridges of muscle an either side of his spine and brushed my soapy fingertips over the fine patch of hair at his lower back. When I started to knead the knots of muscle on the tops of his shoulders Eric gave a soft moan. I smiled a little vindictively. I wanted him and I was going to do what I could to get him. As I massaged his back Eric relaxed into my hands. Finally he reached behind himself to take my hand and stop me. He ducked underwater to rinse the soap off and came up facing me. The water only came to his hips and I could see that my massage had made him hard. I looked down at his bobbing member and then up at his face. He looked apologetic. And horny. A stronger woman than I would have left him there and gone up to bed. But I didn't want him to find satisfaction in the arms of another woman. And then who would satisfy me? I let Eric come to me. He took me gently by the hips and drew me towards him. He pushed my heavy hair over my shoulder to nuzzle my neck and I wrapped my arms around him. His body felt so warm in the cold night air. Eric kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. I pressed myself against his warm flesh, feeling a little victorious and a little sad. Eric cupped my ass and pulled me even tighter against him. I could feel the hot throbbing of his cock against my belly and I just wanted to be even closer to him. I hopped up, wrapping my legs around Eric and he caught me, easing his cock inside me. I gave a low moan and captured his mouth for a kiss. He kissed me fiercely, almost angrily as I rocked up and down on his cock. I leaned back, letting Eric support me with his hands on my lower back. His cock was at just the right angle now, brushing that sweet spot deep inside me. I was getting close and so was he. My legs ached and I clung to Eric's neck again, letting him thrust himself inside me. I came with a whimper against his neck, squeezing him tight inside me as shivers of pleasure shook my body. Eric thrust once, twice more and came inside me, whispering my name in a gasp against my damp hair. We clung together for a moment before I let myself drop back down to the riverbed. Eric looked down into my eyes, I thought he might say something but he didn't. All I saw in his face now was guilt and pain. Disgusted, I left him there and climbed the bluff back to camp. I woke the next morning a little stiff and sore. I shared a hut/tent thing with two other young women. In camp, basically, if you weren't fucking you had to share a room with other people who weren't fucking either. It was a habit to wake at dawn even though I didn't need to do anything this morning. There was a very strict chore schedule in camp, overseen by Molly, the unofficial matriarch of our little society. I pretended to be asleep until my roommates left and then I reached my arms above my head, stretching my achy muscles out. A free morning was a rare treat; I had earned the privilege with my raid yesterday. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself; things like hobbies sort of fall by the wayside when you're struggling to survive every day. I decided to take a walk to clear my head. After getting dressed I set off to the east. The camp was just waking up around me. A number of people had started on breakfast at the big cook fire and two of my roommates were going around with baskets to collect everyone's laundry. I took an unnecessary detour to avoid Eric and Megan's tent. It looked like they weren't up yet; I couldn't have borne it if I heard them going at it in there. Was it better for him, with her, I wondered. Did he whisper her name in the moment of passion? I clenched my fists at my sides and strode out of camp, through the woods and into the open fields where I could finally think. Sometimes I felt like I had lost myself. Before the world ended my whole life was different and I thought about myself in a different way. I guess I just thought about myself more. These days no moment could be wasted on self-reflection. I didn't read, I didn't sing, I spared barely a thought for my appearance. Not that those were all bad things; it was just different. These days, in my spare moments, I always found myself thinking of Eric. The whole situation had gotten much more complicated than it should have been. I hadn't known Eric before; I'd met him on the road. He was with a group; there had been a lot of survivors at the beginning, in rural areas especially. We'd all teamed up, working together to survive. In many ways it was better than being alone but travelling in a group was nearly impossible. Eric and I had been on a raid when that first temporary camp was discovered. That night, coming home laden with fresh supplies, we were greeted not by a warm cook-fire, but by the smoldering ruins of our shelters. Our friends had been taken, every one of them. Eric and I traveled on by ourselves, seeking the rumored haven in the Rocky Mountains. It was on that journey that we fell in love. I looked back on those days as some of my best. It had been hard, certainly, surviving by ourselves, but it had been nice, too. And then one day, purely by chance, we stumbled on the camp where we lived now: a permanent community who had remained safe, stable and undiscovered since the invasion. And there we also found Megan, Eric's long lost fiancée. All of a sudden I didn't know where I stood anymore. In one moment I went from feeling relieved at finding other people, to confused, to hurt as I saw my lover in the arms of another woman, weeping and laughing for joy at the sudden return of someone he thought long dead. After everything settled down we discussed the situation. I understood, academically, what was going on and of course I gave Eric my blessing. Megan had him before I did and I had no right to try and keep him now. And it worked out OK for a while. I was sad, and I caught Eric giving me wistful looks across the fire now and then but I thought we could work through it. But it seemed like we couldn't keep apart. Fucking Megan. He might have loved her back in the world but things were different now. It was me he needed here. I could tell he wasn't happy with her, he didn't laugh as much as I remembered. Here the whole dynamic was different. You needed to be strong and tough and you needed to deal with what life threw at you. Megan was none of these things. She was soft and pretty and she seemed to be had at everything. I kicked at a clod of dirt. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my morning off. I climbed a gentle rise and suddenly I could see the whole world. I looked down at the rolling hills and the woods and the mountains in the distance. From here it all looked so peaceful. It looked like nothing had changed at all. Most of the raids we took were for food and supplies like soap and medicine. There were also the missions, like the one that Eric and I had just returned from, that were special supply missions for Old Pete (we called him 'Old Pete' because there was another, younger, Pete in camp as well). Back in the world Pete had been some big shot engineer or a physicist or something; and now he was trying to build a transmitter for the radio. He thought there might be other survivors or even an organized resistance somewhere. The transmitter was to contact them. Basically it was very complicated and it's not like you could just order the parts you needed on the internet. So we went on missions. Some members of our camp frowned on these ventures. Every time someone left camp it was dangerous for us all. Many also doubted that there was anyone else to contact. On this particular morning, two of our men had just come home from a supply mission for Old Pete. They had walked all night in the rain and returned to camp exhausted. Unfortunately, the prized piece of equipment they had found was irreparably damaged by the water. Pete was pretending not to be mad but I could tell he was. He was pacing up and down under the shelter of the big common tent, grumbling. Dodging through the raindrops, I went to sit down in the tent. "Hey Pete," I said, by way of a greeting. "Oh, hey Sweet Pea," he said casting a distracted glance my way. "I just can't believe it," he grumbled, half to himself. "I know I didn't specifically tell them to keep it dry but you would think...common sense..." he shook his head. After the End of the World Ch. 01 "Well," I said, "There must be another one somewhere right? If we knew where to look maybe we could find you one." "I don't know," Pete said, scratching his sparse white beard and looking at me, "it was a rare find..." "Well you're not giving up on the transmitter are you?" I asked, standing up, "do you have any ideas? It's worth a shot right? After all this work we've put into it..." Pete heaved a sigh. "Well there is one place we might look. I know there was an electronics store in Mellbrook. Might be we could find what I need there." He shot a sly look my way. "Who would be willing to make the journey, though? On foot I'd say it would be about a day and a half of travel each way." I held Pete's gaze. I thought I knew what he was up to. "I'll go," I said. "You know nobody leaves camp solo, Sweet Pea," Pete said, "Maybe that young fella Eric could go with you. You two seem to make a decent team. You all got me what I needed last time, no problem!" My heart was pounding. A three day raid, just me and Eric. If he said yes that is. So three days later we were setting out with provisions, maps and an emphatic plea from Pete to keep the item dry if we found one. Megan had pouted and whined about Eric leaving again so soon after getting back, but Eric convinced her he was a hero, doing it for the good of the camp. I was excited about our raid and truth be told Eric seemed happy too. I imagined that it was nice for him to get away from Megan sometimes, that's why he had agreed to come along right away. Setting off into the misty woods at first light it felt just like old times. We didn't talk much that morning and I didn't try to press it. It was enough to just be with him again. We fell into a comfortable silence, keeping a brisk pace through the misty woods. I liked hearing Eric's breathing beside me, looking over now and then to see him there. He seemed happy too, we were free and alive and making good time on the first leg of our journey. We followed the map, keeping off the roads when possible. It was unlikely we would encounter anything in such a rural area but you never know. That first camp we had lost was in the middle of nowhere. When evening fell we were right where we wanted to be, midway between camp and the town of Mellbrook. We stopped in a small town for the night and slept in what was probably the dining-room of a house. Like everything else it had been thoroughly looted. I thought it would be romantic, sleeping in the same room as Eric again, but it wasn't. I was nervous about being inside, nervous of being in a town. We settled down on our bedrolls on either side of the room, completely exhausted from walking all day. All night I kept waking up at every little sound. I could tell by the sound of Eric's breathing that he wasn't sleeping any better than I was. Every time we woke up, though, it was only the wind, only the house settling, a door banging closed in the wind. We set off again at first light, not particularly rested and very ready to get our mission over with. I was grumpy because my fantasy about our romantic three day raid together was not panning out as I had hoped. In fact I really just wanted to go home. We entered Mellbrook with caution; it was a sizeable town. Following our map we found the electronics store without much problem. As was our custom Eric kept watch at the door while I went inside to look for Pete's part. It was dark in the store and most of the merchandise that was left had been swept off the shelves onto the floor. I blew out my breath in a long sigh; this was going to take a while. There were actually still a lot of things there. Someone had made a mess but not really taken anything. I picked my way through the debris, trying not to crush anything that might be the part I was looking for. I picked things up and tossed them down, moving from isle to isle. After half an hour I was feeling frustrated and close to tears. I heard a crunch of broken glass behind me and nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around to find Eric right behind me. "What's up?" he asked, "Can't find it?" I almost hit him. I was so tired and frustrated by our lack of success. "No, I can't fuck find it. Do you see it?" I hissed venomously, gesturing around me at the mess. "Hey, it's OK," Eric said, stepping close to me. "Everything will be alright. It was a long shot anyway." He put his arms around me very gently. I should have pulled away, showed him that I didn't care, but I did. I squeezed him back and when I felt his strong arms around me and smelled his familiar smell, it all just came pouring out. I sobbed against Eric's chest while he stroked my hair for what felt like an eternity. I couldn't catch my breath. I was crying because I was tired and frustrated by our fruitless journey and I was also crying for self-pity. I had lost the only man I had ever loved and I had to watch him in the arms of another woman every day. Eventually I calmed down. Eric had his face nestled against my hair, murmuring something like "Shh, shh, it's ok," over and over. I sniffled, suddenly embarrassed about my outburst and wiped my eyes. "Sorry," I whispered. "I'm OK now." "Ok, good," Eric looked like he didn't quite believe me. "Do you wanna keep looking?" "Yeah," I said, wiping off my face with the backs of my hands. "I haven't checked those last two isles yet." We split up and I immediately started laughing. There was the exact device we were looking for right on the floor in front of me. I held the box up to show Eric and he flashed me that million dollar grin I had been missing all these months. With the device safely nestled in Eric's backpack we started out of town right away. I was still mid-morning; if we walked into the night we might make it back to camp without having to spend another night in the open. I was in considerably better spirits than I had been. Eric and I chatted quietly about old times and meaningless trivia. We didn't mention Megan or our relationship, such as it was. Around noontime heavy clouds began building overhead. We were already past the village where we had camped the night before. Mindful of the sensitive nature of our precious device I started to worry about us finding shelter to keep it (and us) dry. Just as the first heavy drops were beginning to fall, purely by dumb luck, we saw a house through the trees. It was a rustic retreat cabin, not the utilitarian kind used by hunters but a posh little vacation place. And most importantly of all, it hadn't been looted after the invasion. As soon as we got inside (Eric broke a window because the door was still locked) we could immediately tell that nobody had visited this place since before. Everything was a little dusty but it was all still there. Furniture, knick-knacks, food in the cupboards. We'd gotten under cover just in time. Thick sheets of rain lashed the windows and beat down on the roof. I felt snug and dry in here. And safe. If nobody had found this place to loot it, it was unlikely that they would come hunting us here, we were completely isolated. After exploring the little house Eric tossed the backpack onto the couch. "Well, Liss," he said spreading his hands out in a helpless gesture, "it looks like we're stuck here for a bit. I think a feast is in order." And feast we did. The cupboards were well stocked, with plenty to bring home even after we gorged ourselves. I had things that I hadn't tasted since before: sticky baked beans, beef stew, canned peaches. It was amazing, I felt like we had discovered a little piece of heaven. After we'd eaten Eric and I lolled on the couch but it wasn't really big enough for two. "Ugh," I grunted, prodding my distended belly, "I think I need a nap." It was still raining hard and darkness was falling a little earlier than usual. We both traipsed into the bedroom and flopped down on the big bed; that felt pretty amazing too. I closed my eyes, Eric was glancing over a book he'd found when I drifted off. I awoke some time later to a crash of thunder. Eric was asleep beside me, sprawled out over the whole bed. I smiled. He always used to do that. We'd go to bed all normal and wake up with him in a different spot entirely. I snuggled up against his chest, feeling so good. Safe, rested, and for once, well fed. Eric murmured and wrapped his arm around me. I nuzzled my face against his neck, breathing in the smell of him, I stroked his chest idly. Eric was waking up now. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'What have I done now, maybe he'll push me away.' But instead he pulled me closer with one strong hand on my lower back. He kissed me deep and slow, a lazy, warm relaxed kiss; I could feel his erection through his jeans. Suddenly I had a horrifying thought: it was dark and Eric couldn't really see me. What if he thought I was Megan? I wanted to retch. Eric must have felt me stiffen because he whispered "Elissa, is everything alright?" I relaxed at once. "Yes, "I replied. "Everything's perfect." I straddled his hips and kissed him again. God how I'd missed this. He was breathing raggedly, clutching my ass and grinding his swollen cock against me. I wanted to enjoy this night alone but he needed a release. I crawled down Eric's body and unzipped his jeans, pulling his stiff cock out. He tousled my hair gently, trying not to push me; he knew how I hated that. He groaned when he felt my touch. His member was rock hard, he was about to go at any moment. It seemed like being apart was hard for him too. I gave the head of his cock a wet lick and then plunged the whole thing into my mouth. I heard him gasp and felt the shudder in his body. A few quick bobs of my head and Eric was coming in my mouth, shot after shot of sticky semen. I swallowed it down and licked him clean. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and crawled back into Eric's waiting arms. "Oh Lissa," he sighed, "I've missed you so much." "I can tell," I giggled, trying to lighten the mood. "No but seriously," he said, turning to look into my eyes. "Being apart...it hurts, y'know?" I stopped him by putting my finger against his lips "Later, OK?" I whispered. If we kept going on this track I was going to cry again. This night needed to be about something else for me. Eric seemed to understand. He smiled a sad smile and kissed the finger against his lips. He kissed my lips deeply. I loved the feeling of his big hands pressing against me. He worked his hands under my t-shirt; his palms were rough against my delicate skin. When he squeezed my nipple I cried out, muffled by his mouth. A jolt of pleasure shot through my clit. I wanted him then; it felt like I couldn't wait another moment to have him inside me. But Eric seemed determined to tease me a little first. He stripped my t-shirt off and as I helplessly ran my fingers through his hair and over his broad back he kissed me everywhere. He traced the tip of his tongue along my neck and nibbled on my breasts until I wanted to scream. When his searching mouth found its way to the top of my jeans I was panting. He slowly removed the rest of my clothing and nipped at my hipbone with his teeth. I really needed someone to touch me down there. I grabbed his hand and guided it down to my very ready opening. When he felt how wet I was I noticed Eric's intake of breath and felt his erection bob against my leg. He stroked my slick folds and dropped his mouth to my breast again. I groaned; much more of this and I was going to come. But he wouldn't put his finger inside me. I bucked my hips against his hand, trying to get satisfaction. Eric chuckled, he knew what I wanted. "Please, Baby," I moaned, "I want to feel you inside me." I looked into his eyes and saw his lust for me. I removed Eric's shirt and he slid his jeans down his legs. He pushed my knees apart and rested, poised at my opening. Every part of me strained towards him. I knew that as soon as he was inside me I could feel complete again. He pushed into me and I groaned. His cock was rock hard again and it stretched me comfortably. I brought my knees up as he gently thrust into me again and again, angling his hips just right to hit that sweet spot. I felt his breath on my shoulder. I licked my lips and they were salty with sweat, his or mine. My orgasm built as every time Eric thrust into me he brushed against my clit. Just as I was wishing he would pick up the pace, he did; we were so in sync at that moment. I could barely catch my breath as the pressure built and built inside of me. I bit down on his shoulder and came, hard, shuddering around his amazing cock. He came a moment later, releasing into me with a groan. "I love you," I whispered, as he withdrew from me. I hadn't really meant to say it, it just slipped out. It was true, but we didn't say that anymore. A very long moment passed as we lay next to each other, breathing hard. "I love you too," he whispered. After the End of the World Ch. 02 So it's been three and a half years since chapter one... I'm the actual worst. I'll try to get chapter 3 done before 2018:) :: I was having the most amazing dream. I felt so comfortable I could have been sleeping in a cloud. It made it all the more shocking to be awakened by that horrible, familiar whir of the hover ships. My eyes snapped open instantly but I felt like I was paralyzed. I lay on the bed, heart pounding, frozen with terror. There was only one reason hover ships would be out here in the middle of nowhere. They had come for us. Eric snapped me out of my shock by pulling me off the bed by my arm. We grabbed our clothes in our arms and ran into the front room of the cabin, naked in the blue-grey light of early morning. We made for the back door, where we'd come in, but lights flashed up against the glass and we scrambled back into the shadows. Eric grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the front door. As he turned the knob the door burst open, banging off the wall. The lights from the hover ships were so bright that I couldn't even see what grabbed me. I screamed when Eric's hand was pulled from mine. He said something to me but I couldn't understand in the noise from the hover ships. I felt the cool night air on my naked skin; I'd dropped my armful of clothes. Something was holding my arms behind me. I was forced through the blinding light and into a small dark space. A door closed and I was alone in darkness. I felt around with my hands and realized the space was a solid box, just large enough for me to crouch in. I bit down on the panic that threatened to engulf me. I breathed steadily, in through my nose, out through my mouth, just like I did when I was running. I was still alive. And as far as I knew, Eric was too. I hope that whatever he had shouted to me were not his last words. There was a rumble and I felt the hover ship lift and move with me inside it. I spent a long time in that dark box. My legs cramped and I tried to stretch one part of my body at a time. I'd always been a big planner. I liked to plan out every detail in advance and have a backup plan for each likely divergence. In this situation I had no idea where I was going or what was about to happen. I would make a plan when I got out of here and saw what I was dealing with. After what felt like hours the hover ship landed with a thump. A few minutes later I heard a hiss and click and the door to my dark little cell opened into brightness. I was dragged out by one of the alien's flexible plastic claw hands and it led me along a hallway. The hall was featureless and a bright, clean white. There were panels in the walls that might have been doors but I didn't see Eric or anyone else. The creature lumbered ahead of me, it's huge, metal legs surprisingly light footed and quiet on the clean plastic floor. Its claw hand held my upper arm in a bruising grip, its arm twisted around to the back of its huge metal body to drag me behind. The monster stopped abruptly and a door beside us slid up into the ceiling. My captor swiveled its mechanical arm around and thrust me into a featureless white room. The door slid closed behind me. I stood in my new space and looked around. There was a bed in the middle of the room, narrow and raised high like a surgeon's table. That thought made me shiver even though the room was exactly the perfect temperature. In one corner there was a white plastic toilet. A cell, then. As a walked around I saw that there were recesses in the walls that looked like they might have been doors and cupboards. I ran my hands over the smooth, warm plastic. I pushed and pressed but I couldn't make anything open. I circled the room over and over like a caged animal. I wondered where Eric was. I had to hope he was in a cell like this one. The alternative was dead on the floor of the cabin. Though depending how this turned out that might turn out to be the preferable option. Time passed. I felt like it wouldn't take long to go crazy in this place. I had nothing to do, nothing to look at, no way of telling time. I paced and lay on the bed and got up again and paced. I inspected my own body in the bright, clean light. I picked at my dirty fingernails and braided my hair. I started singing songs to myself and wondered if there were aliens in a room somewhere watching me on monitors and taking notes. I had no doubt that the room was under surveillance. When the door slid open I was almost more excited than scared. An alien came in. Was it the same one? They all looked the same to me. This one had blue trim on its casing. I tried to remember that. I backed up against the wall as it advanced into the room. It's giant metal legs pistoned and hissed, propelling it across the floor. It grabbed my arm again and led me over to a different recess in the wall which slid up to reveal what looked like a shower stall. It pushed me inside and the door closed. Warm water seamed to spray from every side, the pressure pulsing against my skin. The jets moved and swished. It was like sensory overload after my hours alone in the white room. Completely without my permission a jet between my legs was arousing me, pulsing back and forth over my clit. I let out a small sound but before I could explore the sensation the water shut off. Air hit me next, gently buffeting me from all side and quickly drying my skin and hair. The air stopped and the door slid up. I emerged clearer that I had been in a long time. Possibly cleaner than I had ever been. The alien was waiting. In its claw was a pouch which it expended towards me. I didn't want to take it but it grabbed my arm with its other claw and put the pouch in my hand. I looked at it. The clear plastic pouch held a thick, cloudy liquid. There was a nozzle in one corner. I squished the substance in my hand, looking down at it distastefully. The alien grabbed my hand and pushed it and the pouch towards my mouth, saying something in their clicking language. It meant for me to eat the whitish liquid. My face twisted in disgust. The alien gripped the back of my head with its other claw hand and prepared to force feed me. "OK, OK!" I yelled, hoping it would understand. I wriggled free and twisted the cap off the mystery bag. I raised it to my lips and squeezed some into my mouth. I swallowed. It wasn't actually that bad. Sort of like watery porridge. The alien advanced on me and I took another swig. When I was finished it took the empty pouch and left me alone. I almost wished it would stay. I paced and sang and worried about what might be coming next. If they were feeding me that must mean they didn't plan to kill me yet. That was good. Or maybe bad. Lab animals came to mind. Experiments. I used the toilet and was looking around for paper when a jet of clean water shot up out of the bowl making me shriek, followed by a jet of air, drying me. I went and lay down on the bed. I was simultaneously exhausted and wired. I'd had a long hard day but I didn't want to let my guard down in this unfamiliar place. My body was coiled so tight with worry that I couldn't relax. I wondered if they would dim the lights at night. Lying on the bed I fluffed my clean hair out with my fingers. It felt nice. I trailed my fingers over my face and down my neck. Squeezed my breasts, squishing them together and rubbing my nipples. Maybe they were watching but I didn't care. I was like an animal to them anyway. I ran my fingers down over my bony ribs and my protruding hip bones, feeling the taught valley between them. I'd gotten so skinny since the invasion. I trailed my fingers through the tuft of dark hair above my slit. I used to shave it, back in the world, but I couldn't for the life of me remember why I'd taken the trouble. I slid a finger up through my folds, feeling the slick moisture already gathered there. As I rubbed myself I thought about Eric. I remembered one night, camping in the woods. It had been a good place and I remember feeling safe. We'd caught some fish and took a swim after we ate them. I remembered lying naked on our blanket. Looking up at the stars through the lacy leaves while Eric went down on me. He'd always been really good at it. He'd start out really gentle, barely touching my skin with the warm tip of his tongue, trailing it up my slit to just barely flick over my clit. I wanted more, I'd buck my hips, trying to get more contact but Eric would chuckle, low in his throat and hold me still with his big hands on my hips and continue to torture me with slow caresses. As I became more aroused he'd increase the pressure, flicking the tip of his tongue fast over my clit and making me jump and twitch. At this point he would slide a finger inside me, making me moan. In the white room I increased the pace of my rubbing, running the pad of my index finger over and over my clit. I pulled my knees up and teased a finger around my hole with my other hand. I breathed deep and arched my back, feeling my orgasm building. Eric liked to draw it out. When he knew I was about to come he would back off, slow down. It drove me crazy but I loved it. I wanted to come so bad that I would be practically begging him. He could keep me on the edge of an orgasm for minutes, shaking with pleasure until he finally let me come. In the alien prison I let myself come as fast as possible. As a felt myself getting close I rubbed my clit with frantic speed, my wet finger-tip vibrating. I reached inside me with two finger on of my left hand and pressed down on that special spot, hard. I came with a quiet grunt, my legs quivering and my hips thrusting against the man that wasn't really there. After I came Eric would scoot up and hold me in his arms. He stroked my hair and kissed my neck while I came down from that blissful high he'd helped me achieve. "I love you," he whispered, so softly against my ear that I almost felt it more than heard it. I curled into a ball on the white bed and fell asleep crying. :: I woke up when the door opened again; I couldn't tell how long I had been asleep. An alien came lumbering in. Blue trim, my old friend. He was followed by another one, yellow trim on his suit. They approached the table where I lay and I shrank away from them. The two aliens grabbed me with their claws and held me down while restraints rose out of the side of the bed with a slight whirring noise. The restraints encircled my ankles and wrists and I panicked when I struggled against them and found I couldn't move an inch. Maybe it was time for the experiments to start. A panel opened in the ceiling and trays and machines were lowered down from the openings. It reminded me of the dentist's office but the tools arrayed on these trays were strange and unfamiliar to me. The yellow trimmed alien attached sticky cups to my forehead and temples, then lumbered over to a monitor, where, I assumed, my brain waves were being transmitted. My breathing came fast and my heart pounded as a saw Blue-Trim select a tool from a tray and approach me. The tool was a longish white plastic stalk with a rounded tip. It didn't look like it could inflict much pain but I was terrified anyway. Blue got closer and closer and I followed the mysterious tool with my eyes until he brought it to rest on the skin of my forehead. The tip of the tool vibrated slightly and Blue ran the tool down my nose. I almost giggled. This was the weirdest torture session ever. The tool didn't feel unpleasant at all. Just a little strange; it made my skin tingle. The alien ran the vibrating tool over my cheeks and each of my ears. I lay still, confused and wondering why this was happening. When the tool rubbed over my lips I felt a little jolt of pleasure. The yellow alien watching the monitor said something in their clicking language and Blue rolled the tool over my lips again, around the outline of my lips and just inside the bottom one. It felt really good and my breath started coming faster. Blue rolled the tool down over my chin and gently down my throat. I shuddered when the tip buzzed over my jugular. The aliens explored my reaction to the tool up and down each arm. Then they started at my toes. The tool tickled on the soles of my feet and I tried to twitch away. When the vibrating head of the tool reached my inner thighs I was starting to get aroused. My skin there is so sensitive and as the tool got closer and closer to my pussy I was having trouble containing my moans. But I couldn't keep the yellow alien from seeing exactly what was happening in my brain. As I writhed under the tool on the bed the aliens chattered excitedly to each other. The blue alien methodically rubbed to tool over the outer lips of my pussy and then inside my folds. I cried out at the sensation of the vibrating tool on my sensitive flesh. When to tool touched my clit my hips left the bed and every muscle in my body seemed to tense. The aliens clicked and chattered back and forth to each other and Blue moved the tool over my clit again, rocking it slowly back and forth over my sensitive bud. I whimpered and shivered. I thought I was about to come when the blue-trimmed alien removed the tool and started methodically moving it up over my stomach. I panted and tried to slow my heartrate as the aliens mapped my reactions to the tool playing over my stomach and ribs. When Blue reached my breasts he made a spiral inwards to my nipple. When the buzzing tool touched my nipple it hardened and I moaned and twitched again. The alien moved the vibrating stick over and over and around my nipple while my breathing sped up again. When they'd gotten data for all the skin they could reach, the aliens turned me over onto my stomach. The tool tickled on the backs of my legs but I started to get aroused again when the vibrating stick neared my ass. I cried out when Blue rolled the tip over my rosebud and he clicked something to Yellow before rolling the tool over and over my asshole. I moaned into the bed and couldn't resist thrusting my ass up against the tool. Finally the aliens finished (even though I hadn't). The tools and machines were lifted up into the ceiling again and the aliens lumbered out of the room in their huge metal suits. When the door closed behind them the restraints opened and I slowly turned over on the bed. I was still very aroused and I thought about masturbating again. But I also felt violated. I hoped they never did that to me again. As I lay there thinking, the door opened and the blue trimmed alien came in again, alone this time. He had the vibrating tool in his hand as he approached the bed but he didn't restrain me. I lay still as he brought the tool up to touch it against my breast. As the tool moved back and forth over my nipple, I allowed myself to relax and I started to moan as waves of pleasure moved through me. Never letting to tool leave my skin, Blue moved it down my stomach and between my legs. I lifted my knees and the alien moved the vibrator through my folds. I pushed against it, almost unconsciously and he pushed the stick inside me. My mouth fell open and I moaned, thrusting myself slightly against the stick. Blue picked up my rhythm and started thrusting gently into my pussy with the vibrator. I licked a finger and brought it down to rub my clit. I lifted my hips slightly to adjust the angle of penetration and Blue followed my lead. This alien was a fast learner; some of my former lovers could have taken a tip from him. As my orgasm got closer I thrust faster against the tool and Blue increased the pace. I was moaning in time to his thrusts now, feeling like I was right on the verge. As I came I reached out blindly with my free hand and rested it against the warm metal casing of the alien pleasuring me. When I'd stopped twitching I grasped the tool and gently removed it from my sensitive pussy. I lay there catching my breath and looked up at the alien standing over me. His face plate was just as inscrutable as the rest of him but that's where I directed my gaze. "Thank you," I gasped. The alien swiveled and stomped out of the room on his big metal legs.