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But I fucking need this. My life has been hell for so long, any reprieve will do. Not that I want to die for it, but some risks are absolutely worth taking.

Looking over at Suki, I don’t know what to think. She doesn’t seem angry or happy or anything. Maybe she’s just as confused as I am, unsure of what she wants and trying to figure it out.

Fuck, I am not prepared for this.

Do I want my knob slobbed? Sure. More than sure. Hell-fucking-yeah.

But not enough to make me forget Suki’s assault or the fact that her two children are in the next room.

But she didn’t come in here armed, and she’s lived through the apocalypse long enough to know how to keep her kids quiet and safe. Minus the leg injury mishap.

Suki’s probably just as anxious as I am on account of the language barrier between us. Perhaps she’s onto something, though. There’s very little we could properly convey between us, but it’s hard to misinterpret‘let me suck your prick.’

And now that I’ve had time to adjust to the situation, it’s hard not to see what a little treat she is. Slight in frame, big in spirit, with a pair of pouty lips I’m more than eager to have wrapped around my cock.

Heck, I’ll eat her damn kitty if she wants me to. What better fucking way to get over an unfortunate introduction?

But this isn’t just about me. I have an obligation to my people. To the Keep.

Suki would be a good addition to the now growing pool of women. She’s attractive enough to make her a prize, and her children would be welcomed with open arms.

Not by me, of course. Kids are a headache, and I’ll leave the global repopulation to someone else. Thank you very much.

Still, it would be unfair of me to deny her a safe place to raise her children and a strong man whose greatest vow is to protect her. Messing around with Suki will only complicate things. I don’t need anyone getting jealous because I took their new lady for a test drive.

Not to mention the fact that Suki hasn’t undergone an inspection.

With Susan, it was all blowjobs wrapped in plastic. I went so far as to make her use gloves when she touched me because I didn’t want to allow myself to fall into a sloppy mindset.

Suki doesn’t seem like a great risk, though. She doesn’t act injured, and I doubt she’s hiding a bite.

I shouldn’t be justifying carelessness, but my cock is slowly gaining control of my body, screaming that the risks are well worth the reward.

Suki waits patiently, her expression blank.

I wish I could talk to her and explain the situation, so it wasn’t all up to me. She deserves to know what’s on the table. That there’s a safe place for her, and fucking me could screw that up. But unless a translator somehow magically appears, it’s all on me.

Rising from the tub isn’t easy with my wounded thigh. I have to sit on the lip and slowly swing one leg over, then the other.

Blinding pain shoots through every fucking part of me the moment my injured leg touches the floor. I tense, sitting back against the lip, squeezing my eyes tight as fiery torment paralyzes me.

Thankfully, some merciful part of my brain decides I absolutely can not function under such conditions, and the torture is quickly alleviated.

I need to fucking think. Too much is going on, and I can’t afford to be sloppy.

But as my mind levels, a whole new sensation short circuits my brain. One being caused by Suki’s velvet tongue stroking the underside of my cock.

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SUKI

Trent’s body jolts, as though he did not expect my touch, despite me making my intentions quite clear.

He has all the looks of a himbo, the attractive idiot men they have on reality television, but there’s no way he can bethatstupid.

A low rumble escapes his lips, followed by several unintelligible words.

I’ve given blowjobs several times in my life, though they’ve always been to the same man. My husband, may God damn his soul.


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