Dirty deeds and hope...

The post-apocalyptic landscape only added to the darkness and despair that enveloped your mission. You found it difficult to reconcile the love you felt for Alex with the grisly task of capturing raiders and bandits for his sustenance. Yet, each time you looked into his eyes filling with gratitude for your efforts, it reminded you of the bond that bound you together.

Over time, you honed your skills in capturing these criminals. You became tactical, understanding that your mission was not just to keep Alex fed, but to protect humanity from those who would bring harm. You would capture them without causing fatal injuries, hoping that they could still be of use to others who might require their unique skills or knowledge.

But the both of you knew it was only a temporary solution, a patch to a wound that seemed to grow larger by the day. The guilt that weighed heavily on your conscience refused to dissipate. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you couldn't sense any resolution in sight. The cycle continued... capturing, feeding, sleepless nights, and a heart ever more burdened.

The fear of losing Alex was still present, but it was overshadowed by the fear of what your actions were doing to your own soul. The question of whether you could continue down this dark path was looming, casting a long shadow over your love and partnership.

Just when you thought the weight of your decisions couldn't become any heavier, you realized something – the power of love was stronger than any darkness that lurked in the outskirts of Tamil. It was a beacon of hope, a refuge amidst chaos. You realized that the love you shared with Alex was more potent than your guilt or fear.

You made a pact with Alex... you would find a way to end this vicious cycle. Together, you would work towards discovering a solution that would allow Alex to feed without causing harm to others or burdening your own soul.

With each passing day, the weight of their decision grew heavier. You knew that the path you were treading was treacherous and filled with ethical dilemmas, but your determination to protect Alex and help him find a way to feed without causing harm to others kept you moving forward.

Days turned into weeks, and you managed to capture several raiders, providing Alex with sustenance while keeping others safe. However, the guilt that gnawed at your heart only seemed to intensify with each passing day, as you realized that your actions were, in a sense, perpetuating a cycle of ****.

One evening, as you lay together in your room, after a long evening of sexual pleasure. Holding each other tightly, you knew that you couldn't continue like this. "We need to find another way, Alex. I can't keep doing this."

Alex's eyes filled with tears, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for us to end up like this."

You looked into his eyes, filled with regret and sorrow, and knew that there had to be a solution that would not only satisfy Alex's needs but also restore your sense of morality and humanity. "I don't feel right about capturing people… even raider for you to feed on."

For what seemed like an eternity, neither of you spoke. But then, Alex's eyes lit up, "We can find a way to turn my curse into a blessing. Surely there must be a way to harness this body of mine to benefit humanity, not harm it."

In that moment, you knew that you had found a glimmer of hope. Without Alex's blessed curse, finding nourishment would be a constant struggle. But with it, there just might be a way to transform this seemingly cruel twist of fate into something that could bring good to the world.

With renewed determination, you set off to find a solution that would satisfy your love for Alex while preserving your own sense of morality. As you delved deeper into the mysteries of Alex's curse, you felt a spark of hope that one day, the darkness would give way to light, and you would find a way to make their love a beacon of hope and strength for others.