"Let's go after them. I'm driving."

He just smiled and nodded. No discussion, no evaluation of risk, no nothing. The man was like a kite. He didn’t care if he was caressed by a summer breeze or tossed around by a storm as long as he was in the air. Taking all the responsibility was quite stressful but at least you rarely argued about anything.

You hopped back into the car and drove away.

The old Forge looked as if someone wanted to build a huge pickup truck and in the middle of the process decided that a tank would suit him better. It even had a hatch on the roof, above the rear seat. The chassis was built to survive even the harshest environment, but the black paintjob was already ruined, almost completely stripped away by the sand.

You stopped for the night at yet another ghost town. At a small campfire you prepared some food (the creature you killed to be precise; you insisted not to let your pain go to waste) and after the meal your partner went to sleep. The first shift was yours tonight and - as much as you’d prefer to take a long nap – you took one of the rifles, sat outside, on the back of the car, and wrapped yourself in a blanket.

As of late Mallory has been reading the books you found earlier whenever he was not the one to drive. You figured you might start reading one but even though you had nothing better to do it still seemed dull. You’d kill for a porn magazine, though. It was one of the things the treatment changed in you. Your emotions seemed more difficult to control, your urges and desires stronger. It seemed you no longer wanted. You craved. You needed.

No wonder you were so excited about catching up with that convoy, about seeing new faces. There was no hiding the fact that you hoped to meet some women that would help you forget about your worries; it has been so long since the last time.

You remembered Deborah, one of the finest women in the biosphere, the senior scout, almost ten years older than you were. Tall, dark haired, well built, with a Latin heritage she was definitely a hot piece of ass and the time you interrupted her late night training in the gym will remain one of your most precious memories. She really looked like she needed to blow some steam off that night. Her toned body was shining with sweat, accentuating her muscles so nicely. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, the shorts she was wearing barely covered her ass, and her breasts... Oh, she had the tits a man could die for and their size was only emphasized by the black t-shirt which was a bit too small for her chest. When you entered she stopped her training and just glared at you with those dark eyes as if to scare you away.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to startle you” you said, trying to ease her tension. “Mind if I join you?”

She didn’t answer. Not the way you would have expected, anyway. The woman just pushed you against the wall and closed your lips with hers. Her tongue probed your mouth while she slid one hand beneath your shirt and the other inside your pants. Her body squirmed against yours – her breasts pressed against your chest, her crotch rubbing against your thigh. You could feel her hot breath on your ear when she hurried to free your cock from your pants.

You closed your eyes and leaned on the wall behind you when she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around your manhood, gently stroking your balls with her fingers. She wasted no time and began sucking wildly the moment her tongue lubed your tool with her saliva from the base to its tip. Deborah had no objections when you held her head and drove your rod deeper inside her mouth until you could feel the back wall of her throat; she did nothing to stop you when you slowly started moving your hips back and forth, fucking her face; she moaned as you were reaching your limit and increasing the speed of your thrusts. Encouraged, you ejaculated in her mouth, shoving the whole length of your cock down her throat and forcing her to swallow every last drop of your cum.

The woman gasped when you finally released her and stood up. She then took off her clothes and moved to one of the benches, beckoning you to follow. Her beautiful breasts bounced to the rhythm of her footsteps and her hips swayed invitingly. You followed her as if you were mesmerized and agreed without hesitation when she asked – or rather demanded – that you return the favor.

Before you were done pleasuring Deborah, you felt you were ready for round two with her... and round three after that. You remembered her taste and the touch of her skin, the feeling of her huge breast in your hand and of her fingernails digging into your flesh, her blissful moans as her body shook with orgasm and the lewd, slapping sound of your bodies connecting...

A sound wakes you up. You open your eyes but remain still for the time being. The fire is out; the bit of light that allows you to see anything on this cloudy night is the silver aura of the moon. Thirty feet away from the car you see a shape veiled but not hidden by the surrounding darkness.