"Alex!" Vanessa's cry of wanton desire brought me to my senses. "Take me! Please take me!"
And boy did I want to do that. But I was afraid. Not for the pain I knew would slam into our bodies as we orgasmed together, but for the child that now depended so heavily upon us. I collapsed beside her, stroking her ample torso and then flat belly as I stared deeply into her eyes.
"What if I kill you, Vanessa?" I spoke my fears, not wanting her to feel as if I were disinterested in having sex with her. She was quiet for a few moments, staring back at me as her hand stroked mine as it explored her body.
"Then you will care for Alera."
"And if I die too?" I could see my words troubled her greatly as her bottom lip began to quiver. I leaned in and kissed it, not liking the fear that masked her face. It was softening me, making me lose the desire, which was not necessarily a bad thing. But she leaned into the kiss, drawing it out, making it linger upon my lips and we sighed against each other. I began to make my way down her body, first kissing her neckline, then left breast, right one, down to the navel, not stopping, I kissed her until I reached her clit and opened her up, spreading her legs wide.
If I was not going to be able to have intercourse, there were other things sexual I could do for her. I parted the split, finding the little button of pleasure I knew would help my task and placed a few light licks there to tease. She groaned at me and looked as if she were going to curse me, so I hurriedly licked harder, longer so that she could feel it. And she did, bucking and moaning in pleasure as I licked. I reached in after a few moments and took the source of her pleasure into my mouth and sucked gently, reveling in the fresh gush of liquid that began to cover my face, running down my neck and landing in a pool underneath. I knew some to be my own drool as it was a pleasant experience that I was undertaking in my sucking her off.
When she nearly pierced my eardrums with a shriek that told me she had orgasmed, I wiped my face on the blanket and began to kiss anywhere I could, enjoying the taste and texture of her skin as I spiraled my way up and down her body. Vanessa lay staring at me with a satiated look on her face and then pulled me up to where I was kissing her. She rolled me over and copied me -- working her way down my body with little kisses just like I had. I was so hard it reminded me of when I had the erection problem, only I knew I wouldn't bruise this time. My cock was made for this woman. It was ready for her.
As she took me into her mouth, it was an incredible feeling. I had no qualms in letting her do what she wanted, but she began to tease me, sucking gently whenever I grew close to coming. Finally, after she had me begging, literally begging with tears in my eyes at the incredibly intense passion and pain, she let me squirt my jizz into her mouth, swallowing it with relish while sucking gently yet feverishly as if milking me for all my worth. I sighed as the incredible sensations began to fade and realized I could do that for the rest of my life with Vanessa, but would it be enough? I guess we really didn't have a choice, as we simply could never risk the danger it could bring by indulging in our passion. I kissed her forehead and together we drifted into the land of happy dreams of fulfillment and desire.
The next morning I woke to find my arms empty, the sheet wrapped tightly around me. Panicking, I leaped up and didn't even bother dressing, just dashed out into the main part of the cottage, worried about Vanessa's absence. The moment I exited the room, I immediately turned back around and scrambled inside to put my clothes on -- the outer room was filled with women.
Crimson-faced, I exited and tried my best to ignore the giggles and winks the handful of females sent my way. How utterly embarrassing!
"Alex, this is Patina, Fawn, Gloria, Meece and Willa of the village we've found called The Last Ditch. They wanted to see Alera." Vanessa looked at me meaningfully and I immediately stared at the girl in one of the woman's arms. I cocked my head in curiosity when I realized Alera was wearing some sort of lens over her eyes. They were darkened and I could not see through them. Relieved at the lack of danger, I made my way to the small kitchen to find a pot of coffee getting cool. Pouring a cup, I stared at the women as they talked in soft tones about raising children and how the settlement worked. The men took turns with guard duty, often raiding Curser compounds near the Surface City for weapons, provisions and food.
Once the women had left, I held Vanessa while watching Alera play with Dog. I had taken the mutt aside and made sure he knew all foul language was off limits when he was near my daughter. I would not have her walking around the village cursing up a storm thanks to the filthy beast. The two, I had to admit, were sweet together. They seemed to never tire of each other and I liked the added benefit of having the dog watching over Alera.
"This is a nice place, Alex," Vanessa said softly in my ear, smiling as her daughter tugged on Dog's ear.
"Yeah." It was.
"Oww! Stop pulling my ear, bitch!" The annoyed tone of the dog, which had switched to a low growl, instantly brought my back up, feelings of protectiveness washing over me.
"DOG!" He saw my reddening face and whimpered.
"Sorry, sorry. I sorry."
On our third day of our stay at The Last Ditch, I thought about how smoothly things were going for us. Alera was "allergic" to the dry air and so had to keep her sunglasses (as Vanessa called them) on her at all times. Especially (only) when visitors were with us or she was out of the cottage. I put my back into working with the men, struggling to survive the best I could and provide for my new family. I found myself actually enjoying living in the settlement as there seemed to be a real camaraderie with the villagers. They looked out for each other and everyone helped everyone else in any sort of work that needed to be done, whether it was fixing leaky roofs to harvesting in the fields that were kept in the center of town. They had strategically built the town around the fields, so that they were the safest of all.
But the biggest surprise was that the leader, mate to the one-eyed woman we had met on our first day, a huge man named Syke, was a Level 2 Blesser. I had wondered how the village could be so strong and how each day something good came from the fields. Now I understood why. I was intrigued, of course, by the fact that a Blesser could survive alone in the center of a village of humans, but it really made sense. He was powerful by default and that gave him a fairly good leadership role. It made me wonder just how many Blessers had defected and I knew there were probably small pockets of rogue Cursers as well.