The Eros Plague Epoch

Danni and I watched the house burn across the highway, the afterglow of our sex synced to the destruction. She lay on her back, legs arched over my lap. She seemed satisfied. The burning fates of the gas station crew settling something inside of Danni. One leg hung open slightly, in the darkness the faint light of the fires gave me a view of the pearly cum working its way out of her.

"Like that," she asked nonchalantly, letting her left leg fall open toward the dashboard, pressing gently into the soft curve of her mons. "You don't seem to be able to stop yourself from going hard in me."

"It's true," I agreed, letting myself enjoy my hard work, caressing her right calf, massaging the strong muscles in her leg. "It always seemed kind of a waste not to."

Danni smiled wide, her teeth bright in the gloom of night. "I'd wondered if it was a thing you had from before Freddie or from it."

Shrugging, I bent to kiss her calf, letting my fingers knead their way to her thigh, "I just, I guess I always had this really strong urge to finish inside." I slipped her right leg behind me, reaching for her left, "but not everyone seems to appreciate that."

Danni 'mmmmm'd' as I worked the flesh of her other leg, sliding down so she couldn't see the fire any longer, hair splaying out behind her. "I was mostly too scared to, but I've always wanted sex to be like this," she whispered, slowly reaching down to her pussy, "skin-to-skin and raw, it feels incredible to have you in me even after you pull out."

I chuckled and kissed her leg again, licking up the calf, "I bet you say that to all the boys, charmer."

Danni laughed and pulled her leg from me, giving me a cocky grin, "not just guys."

"Really?"

She nodded, playing with her hair, "after Ray, my daughters dad, I ended up dating this woman I taught with..." I must've looked surprised in the dark, Danni kicked me gently.

"Lots of women try it a couple times."

Oh, I know," I reassured her, "I don't have an unkind or contrary word to say on the subject of sapphic love."

She rolled her eyes sarcastically, but still smiled and went back to touching herself, "it was just, it felt nice and safe after everything with Mark. He wasn't a bastard, just a drunk, resentful, unreliable child, and she seemed safer and a little forbidden." I nodded approvingly. "She and I didn't quite work out, I missed dick, she wanted someone more... more dominant." Somehow, I got harder.

She dipped her finger into herself, scooping up the dripping ends of my deposit that were making their way to the seat, and smelled her palm. "I don't know how, but yours smells so good."

"How good," I asked, watching as she slowly licked her palm, erection vibrating as the mixture of her fluids and mine coated her tongue.

"Just... it makes me feel full, different than when you cum in me. That's orgasms, and after a warm and happy and tingles." Seeing my hard cock, she sat up, laying down across the bench so she could lick my thighs, still slick with us. "But this..." she licked a long circuit up my thigh, to my cock, pressing the shaft to my belly as she slurped at my balls, arching her back up as she got to her knees, extending her thighs, she sucked up any spilled cum. "This makes me feel full and strong," she looked up at me and licked her lips, opening her mouth to show me that she was licking her teeth, then swallowing as she caressed her throat, "it makes me feel connected to you, like our baby gets stronger from it."

Danni stroked my cock slowly and looked up at me with hooded eyes, and licked her lips, "you did a good job that night in the back of this truck. You made me feel alive. You filled me with seed, you made sure it took root. I was sore for days. You gave me what I wanted." She lowered her head to my tip and kissed it gently before looking back up at me, "do you do you want our baby to be strong, Calvin?"

I was already so hot for her I couldn't think straight, "more than anything," I croaked. Danni responded by pushing her mouth onto me, ever so slowly swirling her tongue around the inside of her seal on my head, purple and straining. "Aaaaowww fuuuuck," I couldn't hold back as she went to work. I'd only had the barest opportunity to experience Danni's mouth.

I was quickly shown that it wasn't just her pussy that could handle me as she tortured my rod, slipping her lips over the edge of the head and then sucking back hard several times to make me wild before she slid her lips down again, spinning her tongue around the ridge, and then back up to look at me with her bedroom eyes, "is it okay if I swallow it? I promise I won't spill a drop."

I nodded vigorously, and as I slipped my hand along her back, she grabbed my wrist, snatching it away from her head, looked up at me, and shook her head, "no," grabbing my balls, she squeezed, not enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know she meant business, "I'm still driving," and she went back to work, perfect lips, wet and strong torturing my shaft as she slowly bobbed up and down the top half of my cock. Danni's right hand stayed on my balls, squeezing them gently in time with her deep, sucking, tongue-lathered withdrawals, allowing her own suction to pull her back down me.

It was a steady rhythm of suction and stimulation, and I was struggling to hold back, wanting it to go on, finding myself losing the battle to her. As if she knew, she let go of my wrist, grabbing my shaft and pumped quickly as she worked my head, every nerve ending exploded into a fiery pleasure, and I found myself soundlessly moaning as I came.

Danni lifted her head, her tongue running the length of the underside as she clutched my shaft and balls to slow my release. She swallowed, loosening her grip as I burst again, tightening, swallowing on my cock, and then pressing down, drawing me out, sucking hard as she pushed lower onto me, taking my bursting prick all the way into her throat as I was wracked with exhaustion and pleasure.

Danni took her time cleaning me up with her tongue, giving me every last bit of pleasure from her oral performance. Eventually, she reached into the back through the window into the cab to grab a sleeping bag. Pulling it over us, still sitting in the shitty parking lot of the motel across from the dying flames of the gas station.

"Take us back to the farm, Calvin. We'll bury Faith at sunup and go home." I smiled, something about the image of us driving along naked in the seat of the truck appealed to me. "Tell me about the people there. I don't know anything about them."

So I did.

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We talked as I drove, and I told her about the group. She asked a thousand questions about what Wendy had related on how Freddie actually worked, Danni's science background was fully engaged by it.

"Pheromones make so much sense," she marvelled, "and she says they thought it was about breeding selectivity? That explains how strongly we were attracted to each other, oh, and can you imagine if we weren't? I wonder if you'd smell bad, acid-y like you and Wendy..." She chatted through the details, munching on the granola bars and small supplies I'd brought, downing some bottled water, not really discussing with me, but processing like a scientist. "I guess with so few people left, that's probably partly how we'd find each other?"

I did my best to answer her questions, but eventually, I had to admit Wendy was the one to talk to. I'd been a solid B student on my good days with science class.

Unsurprisingly, Danni was most interested in Bailey, he was my nephew, after all. That is, until I told her about Allie. I realized that I needed to be truthful and tell her about our relationship, and how it had changed... and the argument Allie and I had.

She took the information well, as well as she could.

"I guess we'll have to find a way to make it work," she told me, forcing a smile as we pulled into the farm property. "I'm sleeping in your bed. Next to you. But I know she and her daughter..."

"Katy. She wasn't kidding about me spending a lot of time with her. I've hung out with Katy more than Bailey."

"Katy," Danni repeated. "Katy, okay. I know they're like family to you. Maybe with us together, she'll move on? Like I've claimed you," Danni didn't sound as convinced by her own argument. Even I'd watched enough nature shows to know that wasn't how females competing for mates usually went. I was amazed at her attempts to work through the challenge.

I stopped near her little campsite, and pulled on my shorts, "c'mon, let's worry about that tomorrow," I offered Danny my hand, and she grabbed her clothes and the sleeping bag we'd been using as a blanket, slithering toward me across the bench seat to take my hand. Helping her down, I admired her nakedness in the moonlight, "goddamn," I pulled her to me, "I am one lucky man."

"Be careful, your stitches," she protested, but I couldn't be stopped. I kissed her, grabbing her ass to pull her toward me.

"They're fine, I promise I'll be careful." I kissed her again, "but just you wait until they heal..."

Danni wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we kissed again, she was sweet, hints of what she'd eaten, and me, on her breath, "d'you think you'll get more or less horny as this grows," she put her hand to her belly as she asked.

I shrugged. I'd never had the chance to find out. "We're gonna find out."

We raced back to her little campground. Laying down, I snuggled in close behind her to spoon against her broad hips, and Danni opened her legs to allow me to slip up between her perfect cheeks. I pierced her pussy from behind, slowly as I could bear to not re-injure myself. We ground against each other slowly, without urgency, my cock nestled in her entrance, stirring her insides gently as we rocked into each other. Eventually, Danni had a soft, stuttering orgasm that pulled my cock into her, drawing my own with her magical pussy walls crushing me.

After, we lay together looking up at the stars. Danni lay across my right side, carefully stroking my chest, making sure my wounds hadn't opened as she stared at the night sky.

"What's on your mind," I asked her. She was quiet, not chatting about things, not cracking jokes, nothing.

"Just thinking about something my mother said," she sighed. "Enjoying looking at the stars." She hadn't mentioned her mother since I'd gotten her rundown on what had happened at the farm.

"What's that?"

"She liked animals and plants. She encouraged me to learn about it all. I liked plants more, but animals were her thing. Their behaviour, how pack animals work. Loved that stuff. She'd read Jane Goodall's books, and she loved Dian Fossey and those gorillas." Danni turned over, her heavy breasts flattening out on my stomach. "I had to watch that movie, Gorillas In The Mist a thousand times."

"I think I've seen it." I stroked her long hair, taking in this fascinating person that I'd found. I felt a tear inside me, Daniella on one side, soon to be mother of my child, Allie on the other, my chosen family. "So what'd she say?"

"Oh," Danni laughed, kissing my belly, "it was just after you left. I was trying to convince myself I'd never see you again... trying to protect myself from disappointment. She kept insisting you'd be back."

Danni stopped a moment, looked up at the stars, tears welling in her eyes. I wiped one, then the other. "She, uh, she started telling me about gorillas. How there's an alpha, and he gets his pick of the females, have you heard that?

I shook my head, "maybe, I guess, I led be lying if I said I recalled."

"Well, they do, it's this whole thing," she rolled her eyes back and spread her hands, "non-stop gorilla pussy for him." I chuckled, smiling at her, "so he's got his pick, and then there's a couple others that have a girl or two of their own. But it's like, three boys and, like eight to ten girls. They move around, women get switched out or stolen, males strike out on their own, make their own family, and so on."

Danni leaned on one elbow, slipping up my body to me, "and then she starts talking about the stats that the news was reporting just before it all went down. Crazy shit, like only about twenty-five percent of males, probably less, will survive Freddie without being mutated. Maybe forty percent of all females. And after... something like a third of the remaining population will die in the two months after the breakdown of everything, a lot of them men because, well, men."

Laughing again, "I kinda liked your mom a lot. She knew people."

Danni pinched me. "She did."

"So what was the moral of all this?" Danni stole a kiss cuddling tightly to me, sliding her leg over mine.

"She looks at me, gets really close, and say 'it's all changed now, all of it. The numbers don't lie, and the gorillas ain't stupid, honey."

"Huh," I let my head fall back to the hood of the big sleeping bags we'd zipped together. "Huh, I guess she..." it made a strange kind of sense. All through COVID people had gone on and on about things going back to normal. That wasn't happening this time.

We were silent, staring up at the stars, and fell asleep entwined under them as they shone on us.

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In the morning, we woke at first light and began to get ready to bury Faith. I'd come back to camp from the woods, zipping up, when Danni walked up to me, cocking her head to the side as she put her hands to my chest.

"I'm hungry again," she looked into my eyes meaningfully as she slid her hands down my torso, taking the tab of my fly and lowering it. "I need you. I need that strength." Danni kissed me, and slid to her knees, popping to button of my pants and taking them with her to the ground. "For our baby."

"Anything for our baby," I told her, and she smiled up at me devilishly as she crouched beneath my hardening cock. I cupped her cheek in my hand and ran my fingers through her hair.

"Good," Danni captured my cock with her hand, pulling it to her lips, "mmmmm good," and enveloped my tip, lips closing around the rim as she swirled her tongue. Danni closed her eyes and hummed happily sending shocks of pleasure up me shaft. My hand in her hair forgotten as she raised herself on her knees and began to slowly bob back and forth on my knob, both hands slowly pumping and twisting my shaft as she lightly rasped her teeth across the ridge of my cockhead, pulling out my precum as she withdrew, sucking hard at my tip. "I bet a lot of girls try to get away with just working your tip," she mused.

Standing there in a stupefied haze of pleasure I nodded, "yeah..."

"Not me," and she pushed my cock into her mouth, tongue probing hard on the underside of my shaft as she opened her jaw to take me into her throat. I gasped as the tight passage of her esophagus constricted around me as she swallowed, breath roaring into her nose as she pulled back, and then dove back on, "ulk, ulkkk," Danni made wet choking noises as she worked her magic, fondling my balls, soaked with her saliva.

Her attentions were rapidly taking my body by storm, and I patted her head gently, "oh my god, Danni, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck that's good..." Danni looked up at me as I tried to step back, eyes watery as she slithered up and down my cock, and she shook her head slightly, twisting my hips as she grabbed my ass and stood, bent at the waist, pushing down to my pelvis to take my entire shaft into her mouth.

I came, uncontrollably face-fucking her, a gout of cum bursting forth into her belly, then another as she began to back off of me. As Danni sank back to her knees, she inhaled, holding my ropes in her mouth as she worked my tip, swallowing and licking me clean as the bright redness in her face faded. Weak in the knees, sank to the ground as she cleaned my shaft, licking up any remains of my cum, loudly 'mmmm'ing' as she did.

Finally, Danni cuddled up next to me on the ground. "Did you like that?"

I was seeing stars, and blinked, "I don't think 'like' is a strong enough word. Holy fucking shit. I've never... no-one has ever..."

She took my cock in hand as it relaxed, still slick with her spit. "This is mine," she told me, leaning in to kiss me lightly, "I'm the only one that can really please it, really take it, aren't I?"

I nodded, but struggled to. Allie was firmly on my mind, but after that, dear god...

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We buried poor Faith next to Michael. I did the first half of the digging, but the deeper digging began to pull on my stitches, and Danni insisted on taking over, so I busied myself making her a simple marker as Danni had for both her mother and brother. We laid her to rest, covering her over, pattin the soil and laying rocks over top.

We both cried, Danni quite a bit, admitting she felt guilty for surviving. For leaving to have a new life. For being the only one left. For failing to protect Faith.

I held her. I told her that they didn't have a chance, that the gang was better armed and had numbers. It was a small miracle they'd been too stupid to catch her too.

It was the truth.

After, I helped Danni check the house for anything useful to take along with us. There were some preserves that her mother made in the cellar, canned goods, and the usual household basics, but the real prize were the seeds. Bags of them, packs of them, for all sorts of vegetables and fruits too. Danni felt confident that we could hothouse on the island maximize our growing season, and also extend it earlier and later into the year, the great struggle of Canadian farmers for generations.

With anything in any kind of shape to take loaded, less bulk that I would have liked, we set out.

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Sled's Landing was quiet, and I took a moment to circle the eastern half of town to check for Redeyes lurking in buildings. Danni had only ever seen the one that she chased off from her brother in the early days, not the feral creatures they now were. Michael and Faith, of course, had some of the effects, but according to her, they'd never really progressed from their initial horny as hell state, banging away at each other day and night, but not becoming so feral as the pack I'd seen in town.

Luckily, we didn't see the pack, but we caught sight of one, her eyes bright red, crawling out a second story window, sniffing the air as we rolled by. She looked mostly normal, if not disheveled, grimacing with bloody teeth at us, naked as the day she was born. I was about to speed away when powerful arms, scratched deeply with red gouges, shot out behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back inside as she yowled like a cat. A large form, pale, shining red eyes, and naked, was in the gloom behind her. I couldn't believe he'd survived.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Danni drawled as we drove away.

At the rest stop, I pulled us in, angling the car so it'd be easy to take off in a rush if we had to come back for it, to the far side of the boat launch from the dock. Pulling the walkie from the glovebox, I snapped it on and popped the button twice rapidly, waited two breaths, then popped it four times, one breath, twice.

We breathed, I prayed they were paying attention, suddenly terrified that Allie would have smashed the other in a fit. We were low on gas in the truck, not that fuel would be worth much soon, the low-end three month expiry coming up fast on gas that I was sure was poor quality, this might be the old truck's final resting place. I doubted I could get us with all of our stuff to someplace with a working boat.

"Are they coming," Danni asked, watching the walkie with some fear in her eyes. The Redeye had thrown her.

"Probably just forgot it somewhere," I reassured her. I ran the signal again.

We waited a moment, until the walkie crackled to life "Uncle Cal? Uh, over."