Zendaya and Beyoncé had been through quite a lot.

Zendaya and Beyoncé had long ago left the USA for Europe, looking for a place more welcoming of a same sex marriage and of women of color, and had traveled around the world, never quite finding it.

As the world fell to pieces they tried to stay out of sight and failed, as they were two of the most beautiful women in the world. There truly was no hiding for them anywhere near society.

This was Zendaya and Beyoncé returned to their striking beauty at 18 years old and stuck there long term, but with clearer skin, more striking eyes, better curves, and bigger tits.

They had tried to settle all over Europe, and had tried Africa, finding Europe unfriendly to their skin color too often and Africa unfriendly to two women who appeared to be gay and married to each other.

So in the end they had sought out some old friends, trusting in some legends they heard, hoping against hope they were somehow true.

As the two weary travelers upstairs rested, the four who lived in the compound far up north in Scotland considered their new guests, and for two of them, some very old lovers.

Zendaya and Beyoncé were into a long sleep, the one people had when they had the sort of sexual experience they had just had. It would be great for them physically, it would heal their bodies, and as they had seen with Ralph, it would likely reverse their physical aging over time.

Ralph was as amazed as John and Kira that they had encountered anyone else from the old world, it had been so very long ago. John considered that this would be like meeting someone in US history from the 1820’s back when he and his daughter had first been changed.

So obviously Zendaya and Beyoncé would be welcome to stay as long as needed, there was no issue there. They could certainly feed them, but the question arose of resettlement, something Grace had been worrying about.

What if the winter they were in didn’t end? If they were right and a massive volcano across the see had covered up the sun, how long would it last? Would this become one of the ice ages from the history books?

How long could they wait to leave? What if they at some point couldn’t leave?

They were in the farthest northern point of Scotland, not far from the arctic circle. It was a great place for the seclusion they desired, but seemed a terrible place to wait out a global freeze.

Ralph wasn’t worried about that, he was worried about the attackers who harmed their new guests, from what Zendaya said, it had happened near Wick, so not so far from where their settlement was. He wasn’t keen on just waiting around for whomever did that to come looking for them.

What if they were attacked in the night? Ralph had a couple of firearms, but nothing powerful and he didn’t have a lot of ammunition. He had been to several police stations and abandoned UK military bases, but none had still had any weapons or ammunition to be found.

All John and Kira were worried about was the condition of their new guests. They had endured quite a lot of injuries and were not well fed or in good health. Whatever needed to be addressed could be after Zendaya and Beyoncé had some time to heal.

As bad as the cold was, it was only cold and snowing, it wasn’t like they had six feet of snow on the ground. And the poor weather made it unlikely that any groups of raiders would come looking for them way out in Ribigill. It was sixty miles or so from Wick to Ribigill, where their settlement was.

Sixty miles or so through unforgiving terrain in a deep winter storm, with winds coming from the North, arctic winds that were very cold.

Kira suggested the prepare while their new guests rested and healed.

If they needed to head south, the boat they had wouldn’t help them she thought, the waters around them seemed to icy, and she might have been right. If they were going to try and get south on the water they didn’t have long before they were completely iced in.

That meant doing it on foot, a 650 mile walk through some very harsh terrain during a winter storm. Zendaya and Beyoncé had done it while not being very healthy, they could pull it off if they prepared.

All of this meant getting to making them some winter clothing as Zendaya and Beyoncé had worn out in the weather. They had long made their own clothing, they could handle this, but Kira decided to not wait for the weather to get worse. They needed clothing, snow shoes, a way to move gear with them, and a tent for shelter, a good one.

Kira asked Ralph if their old truck still ran, and he said it did, but they might not have enough fuel to get to London, and the roads might not be passable or safe.

“If there are bad men out raiding on the roads. The truck might be too inviting a target for them to pass on,” Ralph said. “And it seems there are bad men about.”

“If we have to relocate, we will need to use the boat or the truck, as we have some things we can’t just leave behind,” John replied. “We managed to get the low power reactor working, but we might never find the materials to make another, they don’t make some of it anymore. And we have seeds we need to bring with us, and some medical equipment, there is some gear that cannot be left being if we are moving.”

Ralph paused for a long moment, “I suggest the boat then, she can go farther on the fuel we have than the truck, and a good deal faster at that if we mean to cross the channel anyway.”

“And for that matter, the North Sea hasn’t iced up, and usually doesn’t,” he replied. “We can get down to the boathouse in the next day or two and make sure she is in good running order…”

From time to time Grace and John checked on their guests quietly, finding then asleep for hours on end. When he finally found one of them awake, it was Beyoncé.

She smiled at him, recognizing him immediately. “Well as I live and breathe, Doctor Cock…aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she said in a groggy voice. She looked over at Zendaya, laying in bed with her, “I was out of it for a while, thank you for getting us in here and warm, I hope we aren’t putting you out here, I hope you aren’t sacrificing on food for us. Z and me can move on if you don’t have enough food here.”

“We have enough food, don’t worry about it at all,” he replied. “And I think we have you both on the road to recovery.”

John moved in closer and sat on the bed next to Beyoncé, checking her pulse, her temperature and also checking on her bruising, which looked to all be gone.

Her skin tone was better, and the skin on her face was tightening, with fewer age lines and wrinkles.

“Are you hungry?” He asked with a smile, “I could get you some eggs and toast, as well as some milk that will really help you out.”

Beyoncé was distracted, looking at the sleeping Zendaya, who was laying with her, who also looked a lot better.

“I haven’t seen her sleep well in a long time,” she replied, her voice cracking, lashes started to weep softly. She looked up at John, “it has been so long, we have been looking for you…for the better part of thirty years. I just don’t want this to be a dream…tell me it is real.”

She reached out for a hug and John returned it. He then kissed her on the forehead, “it isn’t a dream, I promise…it is really good to see you again, I had no idea you were alive.”

“We will bring you some food here in a few minutes,” he continued. “Just relax and stay warm, I will be back in a little while.”

Beyoncé slid her legs out of the bed, showing some energy, also showing her nudity, and she didn’t care. When she stood John couldn’t help but notice she looked better than earlier in the day. He handed her a robe they had by the bed, and Beyoncé wrapped herself in it, smiling at him.

“I could eat baby,” she replied. “And I can walk to get to the table…”

“So it has been almost two hundred years since I have seen you, I got older, and you look younger…how did that happen?” She asked as she walked towards the door. “We started showing age maybe fifty years ago, it started out gentle enough, but then we started to feel more weak. But you look like you are eighteen? Fucking how?”

“All in good time, let’s get you something to eat, and I will explain,” he said. He offered his hand as she walked down the stairs and she declined.

“I look older, and I feel like shit, but I can manage stairs…” she replied, in that moment sounding like an honest old woman. “We walked from Gibraltar to Calais, and then from London to here, I can manage this.”

They got down to a large table next to a kitchen, where Grace was cooking a couple of eggs and some toast for Beyoncé, and served it with a serving sized bottle of Kira’s breastmilk. They had found a store of sealable glass bottles that were in a store in London years back and had used them to store and refrigerate the breast milk that kept them healthy.

Beyoncé ate her eggs and toast, but when she tasted the milk her eyes went wide, “what the fuck is this? This isn’t normal milk is it?”

“No, it is not,” John replied, walking up to her. “That is Kira’s breastmilk, she kept it going after our most recent child, it has remarkable properties for nourishing us, healing us, and helping to make us much stronger.”

Beyoncé turned the bottle up with a smile, wiping a little off of her lips, but then licking it off of her forearm.

“What else did you give me doc?” She replied. “The same old treatment as before? Did you fuck the shit out of me and Zendaya?”

John just smiled, and they heard a yell from upstairs as Zendaya woke up alone, calling for her wife, startled by waking up alone, terrified she was gone.

Beyoncé hustled up the stairs, moving quickly, and as she turned the corner Zendaya squealed in joy as she leapt from the bed. Still looking thin, but still beautiful and naked, she dove towards Beyoncé and kissed her.

“Look at you B…you look so much better!” She said joyously, holding her wife’s face in both hands, “this doctor friend of yours knows his shit doesn’t he! I mean I feel so good, and you look so great baby!”

Grace walked up with a robe and draped it over Zendaya’s body from behind, and it seemed only then Zendaya realized she was naked. She looked around to see Grace and John standing nearby.

She reached out and pulled him into her hug with Beyoncé, “thank you so much doc, I owe you more than I can ever pay, I owe you my life…”

“If you are hungry we made breakfast,” Grace said happily. “I’m glad you are feeling better, and if I may…you look a bit younger as well.”

The morning continued with Beyoncé and Zendaya getting some comfortable clothing to wear, Zendaya having a warm meal and some breastmilk, and then sitting in front of a fire with the other four for a while, doing a little story telling of their adventures to get them to where they were now.

John spoke of the tendency for there to be physical improvement when a person came into their life, as well as impressive healing and resistance to physical aging. All a personal trait would become much stronger when a person was changed. His being empathy, his intellect and his memory, Kira gaining even more beauty, and quite powerful emphatic ability, Ralph growing incredible physical strength and stamina, and a more powerful healing ability than the others had.

It turned out that Beyoncé gained not intelligence but wisdom, along with even more enthralling beauty than she had before.

She could see the truth behind things, and had an uncanny ability to look at the circumstances and predict what would come of them that bordered on precognition. It was how they had found John and Kira, there had been many stories that might have been about them, Beyoncé could tell which were true and which were not at first mention of the rumor.

They asked what Zendaya had gained and she shrugged, “I’m still just me.” She said, and Beyoncé scoffed openly.

“The fuck you are…” she said laughing.

“I got better reflexes, better vision, and I’m faster,” Zendaya replied with a playful scowl to her wife. “That seems a little pedestrian compared to most of you.”

“She also became the most badass woman I have ever seen,” Beyoncé replied, and Zendaya rolled her eyes, seeming embarrassed to hear it. “No fear when we had a fight, no hesitation to fight for us, and built for it.”

“Built for it?” Kira asked looking up to the Disney actress she had loved back in their old life, Kira being 5’2” on her best day, and curvaceous. Zendaya was at least 5’10”, maybe a bit more, and lean. Kira was built for love, she didn’t know what built for fight meant for a woman.

“Way back Zendaya was in jujitsu classes for a role she was working on, and had professional sword training,” Beyoncé replied. “Daily workouts and training, and she kept it going when we moved to Europe, in case the world went back to normal, but it didn’t, did it?”

“So we lived a long life together, close to two hundred years, and Zendaya never stopped working out and training,” she continued. “So when needed she knew how to fight.”

“That’ll be what the sword is for eh?” Ralph interjected. “I’m more of a firearms person myself though…”

“All good and well till you run out of bullets,” Zendaya replied coldly. “I got pretty good with a bow, and I got us food that way on the trip, but I ran out of arrows a few weeks ago, and we didn’t have the means to make more. So yeah, I prefer the sword, I don’t ever run out of steel…”

Zendaya then seemed to be done with the conversation, “ok, so I feel better than I have in twenty fucking years, and B is looking a lot better, when do we have more treatment? When do we get fucked again?”

Everyone seemed a bit surprised by it, not knowing what to say, but Zendaya didn’t let the moment settle.

“If fucking made us feel better, let’s get back to it,” she said matter of factly. “So let’s get upstairs, get naked and get to fucking…like I said cum in my ear if it makes us feel better.”

Ralph in particular was shocked, “lass…I thought you were into, well I thought you liked girls?”

Zendaya laughed out loud, “yes Ralph, I love the taste of pussy, I also enjoy some cock,” she said happily. “I am with Beyoncé for love, this is an emotional bond, not just a sexual one, we still both fuck men, sometimes we share them. And right now we need another round of whatever y'all did last night.”

What followed was a repeat of the night before, but longer, a sexual marathon. Grace again just watched as her father, John and Kira again fucked Beyoncé and Zendaya.

It was even better this time as Beyoncé was now alert for it and was an eager participant, and as Zendaya went at it as hard as they could give it to her.

And after getting another few mouthfuls of cum and being inseminated again, Beyoncé and Zendaya were again asleep, as they were not yet up to full strength, but this nap didn’t last as long, they were up by mid afternoon.

This was the next two weeks for Beyoncé and Zendaya. They were fed regular food, Kira’s breastmilk, and also plenty of sex. And the cum they got from John and Ralph was as nourishing for them as anything else.

The sex happened twice a day, and they both swallowed cum four times a day, as to more quickly recover.