Page 132 of Afflicted

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The storm rageson for days. A tornado doesn’t eventuate, but I’m sure one passes not too far from us on the second day after our arrival. The wind howls and the thunder is louder than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.

Juliet and I stay holed up in our little farmhouse, taking strolls to stretch our legs when the wind stops howling long enough. The rain doesn’t bother her at all, in fact she prefers walking in it, tipping her head up to meet the falling drops, her eyes closed, her expression one of pure bliss.

We don’t see any Afflicted, and I wonder if the horde we saw on that last aborted trip to Savannah made their way to the compound. They haven’t come this way, which is a relief. I’d worried at first that the farmhouse had been some sort of hideout for marauders - humans that escaped the compound and now live out in the wild, evading vamps and attacking any humans that crossed their path.

But no one returns to the house, and my exploration of the main house one day tells me no one has even looted the place. There were still plates on the table, as though the occupants had been interrupted and dragged out during a meal. It makes me shudder, but it also fills me with relief that no one seems to know about this place.

I entertain the thought of staying here several times, usually when I’m buried inside Juliet. I know I need to take her to Roanoke. I know we need the safety of bars and weapons and barbed wire. I can’t keep her isolated out here forever, as much as I want to.

When we’re not fucking, Juliet and I spend our time drawing, or reading one of the many books we found at the main house. Juliet reads me Shakespeare, putting on theatrical British accents that make me howl with laughter.

I hate this feeling. I hate how content I feel. We have so much time here, to explore each other, to discover each other in a way we couldn’t before. I respect Juliet’s wishes to not come inside her cunt, but coming in her ass or her mouth, even lashing her stomach or her back with my cum, it’s all heavenly. I wake her with my cock or my mouth most mornings, unable to resist her warmth.

Several times I’ve bent her over the sofa or the counter with no warning, tearing her clothes off and fucking her breathless. She loves it, the fire in her eyes at being used by me igniting every single time.

I could live the rest of my life like this.

“What’re you thinking?” Juliet is lying on her stomach, naked on the bed as she reads, snapping me from my thoughts.

“I was just thinking it’s stopped raining.”

She immediately understands my meaning, and gazes out the window. “Oh. I guess it has.”

“But the generators need charging, you know. So they’ll need a full day of sunlight before I can drive the truck again.”

Juliet nods emphatically. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“And it might start raining again.” I gesture to the grey sky. “Looks heavy out there.”

“It does.”

We stare at each other for a little while. Juliet eventually climbs off the bed, crossing the room and straddling me where I sit on the armchair.

“You haven’t had any blood today, have you?”

“I’m alright, angel.” I stroke her hair back over her shoulders, running my fingers through it.

“I need you big and strong,” she says, bracing her hands against my shoulders. “You need blood.”

“Mmm, fine, but not from your neck.”

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “From where then?”

I lock an arm around her waist, carrying her down to the floor and laying her on her back. She sucks in a little breath of anticipation as I push apart her thighs.

“Do you want it to hurt a little, angel?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Such a desperate little slut.” I run my mouth along her thighs. “You’ll even let me hurt you just so you can get off.” I shove two fingers inside her, and she gasps. “Fuck my hand, there’s a good girl.”

She lifts her hips and rocks them against my hand, her hands flat on the floor as she holds herself steady.

“That’s it. Fuck, your cunt is so pretty, angel.” I watch her pussy take my fingers in, feel it becoming wetter as she keeps moving. I curl my fingers, and she moans as I find her g-spot. “Good girl, make yourself come, I want to feel that pussy as you come.”

“I need more,” she pants. “My clit, please.”

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