章 12: When life gives you lemons
"Dear God. Holy shit."
Blake and Mona ran but weren't remotely fast enough. By the time they were close enough to do something, the battle was already over. So they hid, and crept out when the creatures were gone, and found several pools of blood that used to be their friends. All the corpses had been dragged in red smears down into the water.
Blake took steadying breaths and tried to think like Mason.
First, the others were dead. He couldn't do anything about that now, so it was time to adapt and move on. But wasn't this a 'tutorial'? Blake checked his profile, and sure enough, there just below his titles was his current contracts, and his contract with Hank was still listed. He focused on it to gain the details.
[Contract currently suspended. Will re-activate in 1 hour and 59 minutes.]
Mona was sitting on the nearby log they'd all first gathered on, her head resting in her hands. "How can we cross with those things in the water? How can we do anything?"
"This is going to sound crazy," Blake said, then licked his lips. "But stay with me." He knelt down in front of Mona. "I don't think our friends are dead."
Mona stared into his eyes, probably for a sign of madness. "You're right," she said. "That does sound crazy. We just fucking watched it happen."
"Look, I've played a lot of video games, and you don't just get killed in tutorials. You get more chances. There's room for error." Mona continued staring so Blake took a breath and tried again. "Hank and I formed a pact. It sort of…bound him to me. And the system says that contract is going to continue in two hours. So I'm thinking…that's some kind of…I don't know…respawn time."
Mona closed her eyes. "You're telling me…our friends, who we just watched torn to bloody pieces by fish monsters, are going to magically appear in front of us in two hours?"
"Pretty much. Yeah."
She ran her fingers through her short, blonde hair. "So…what the hell are we supposed to do for the next two hours? Stare out at the monster filled water, and just, what…wait?"
Blake looked at the very vulnerable, attractive girl, practically begging him for a solution with her eyes. He supposed a better man might have done something different. But this was the apocalypse, Blake was young and horny, and this girl had the body of a sexy athlete. He leaned forward, and kissed her.
When he pulled back she stared for a moment, then leaned into him and practically shoved her tongue in his mouth. He took her hand and moved to their sleeping spot, which was both more comfortable and further away from the recent scene of bloody violence.
When they arrived at the flat, comfortable bed, Mona looked a little hesitant. Blake smiled and touched her hand.
"We're in the damn apocalypse. Stop over thinking it."
Mona got to work at his belt. He grabbed her stretchy gym-like shorts and pulled them down, surprised to find nothing but a patch of blonde curls, and her swollen sex above the gap in her thighs. He was already hard.
"Just the bottoms," she said, "and we don't need to make out first."
Blake tried not to cringe. He realized instantly that Mona was one of those girls who thought she'd get what she wanted in bed by asking, or directing, when of course it defeated the purpose entirely. What she wanted was a man to sort her out without being told. But Blake was thirsty as hell, and the only thing that was stopping this was a dozen or so charging bogloks.
Mona finally released his aching length and her eyes went slightly wide.
"Um, that's big."
Indeed it was. Just another glorious advantage of being Blake. But the girl was looking a touch spooked, so he cupped her ass with one hand and started playing with her clit with the other. Not kissing her was strange, and he might have done it anyway but frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to now. So he just kept touching and playing, working a finger and then two inside her as he held her ass.
"I want it now," she said with need in her voice. And though he still wasn't a big fan of how demanding she was, she was hot, and also not wrong. She was dripping.
She wouldn't like being turned around, he decided, but he did it anyway, and whispered in her ear.
"Down on your knees."
He could practically feel her eye roll, but she did what she was told, and the view was spectacular. She had a tramp stamp of a red rose, which normally he'd hate, but on her in this moment was exactly right. Her little asshole clenched as Blake lay his cock between her cheeks and slid it back and forth. He knew if he stuck it in her now she'd squeal and doubt she could take it at all, and he'd ruin the whole thing. Despite her thinking she was ready, he needed to move slow. So he kept teasing her clit while he used his tip to play with her lips. She was moving her hips to try and get him in further, but he kept it out and kept playing.
"Fuck me," she practically ordered, and Blake held back his sigh. What a waste of a beauty to be so…dominant. But he was going to get exactly what he wanted, no matter how long it took. He kept playing until she'd finally come around. She moaned and dropped her face to the ground, sticking her ass out as her opening got wider and wetter and her skin went slightly pink. Finally Blake pushed himself about halfway into her, and even so she gasped and practically pulled away.
"You can take it," he soothed, and he could feel her holding her breath. "Relax. Breathe."
She did, though she'd stopped moving, and Blake kept on playing with her clit as he worked himself further and further. She shivered and cried out as he plunged to the hilt and groaned at the feel.
"Good girl," he said, knowing she'd hate it but also like it. Then he smacked her ass and moved slow, never leaving that clit unattended. He knew she'd never been with a guy his size, and as usual the knowledge stroked his ego. So did the little whimpers she kept making as he thrust deep inside her, and already he could feel her clenching every few seconds. When she finally hissed air and clutched at the ground he knew she was about to cum. When she was too far gone to stop, he rubbed her asshole with a thumb and started pounding inside her. She flushed all the way up her neck and stopped breathing for a good five seconds before she cried out in a series of gasps.
When she was finished she sagged down in post-orgasmic glow, and Blake reached and pulled up her sports bra to play with her little tits. He knew she wouldn't like that either, but he also knew she was too orgasm-drunk to complain. He pulled her hair. He slapped her ass. He hung onto her tits as he kept on pumping his big cock inside her, enjoying the view of the beach and the sound of the waves. It was a very pleasant way to spend the afternoon.
Eventually he flipped her over. She was coming back to her senses slightly now and he could tell she was wondering exactly when and how he was going to cum. He kept the smile from his face. He had almost two hours, and since he expected it was going to be a one-time opportunity, he had no intention of finishing anytime soon.
He spread her legs and pushed back inside her as she bit her knuckles and closed her eyes. He held up her legs and worked her for awhile, then put them over his shoulders and sped up until the sounds of his flesh pounding hers drowned out the waves. Finally he dropped down on top of her into a more intimate missionary. He watched her face as he fucked her, eventually holding her head and kissing her. She struggled for a moment to pull away, but eventually relented. He tasted her lips, then shoved his tongue in her mouth until she sucked it. Then he mostly collapsed on top of her, gripped her hair, and just kept fucking.
"Don't you want to cum?" she asked with a slightly amazed tone.
"Not yet."
Blake turned her to her side and kept going. Then he pushed her on her front and fucked her into the ground with her legs together. By the time he was dripping sweat he decided it was time to cover that little tramp stamp with his cum, and held Mona down while he thrust his full length inside. She was squirming and had her eyes closed, hands tight with a handful of leaves. Blake would have liked to spend most of the day breaking her in and breaking her down, but he had things to do. He ramped up his speed, enjoying the feel of the girl's toned ass slapping against him. The orgasm built and tightened his body, and fortunately Mona didn't ruin things by telling him where to or not to finish. Then he pulled out and slid his cock between her ass cheeks and sprayed stream after stream of cum all over her back, ending in a little pool on her rose.
He let out a long, shuddering breath and pat her ass, then dropped down to lay beside her. His ego took another stroke when she didn't even move.
They lacked a certain chemistry, to be sure. But hey, they were trapped on a deserted island, and he was pretty happy to cover a good looking twenty-five year old gymnast in his cum for the afternoon.
Mona finally turned to look at him, a neutral expression on her face.
"Jesus. You're pretty good at that for being what…nineteen?"
"Twenty," Blake put his hands behind his head and looked up at the clouds. "You're not so bad yourself."
Mona rolled up and looked at the water, then seemed to realize she couldn't actually wash off. It amused Blake quite a bit, but he helped wipe her off with some of the leaves.
"That must have been almost two hours," she said. Blake pulled up his contract to see she was right—there was only fifteen minutes left. He took a moment to admire the hand prints he'd left on Mona's ass before they pulled on their clothes, and sighed.
"Let's head back to the beach."
Blake didn't try and take the girl's hand because he expected she didn't want him to. Instead he just prepared himself mentally for the possibility of boglok attack, which for whatever reason didn't actually frighten him. But then he supposed there was a reason. He could pretend he didn't know—that he just didn't think about such things, or was a perpetual optimist. But the truth was he just believed—believed in his own fate, in his own luck.
Because somehow he knew, had always known, he was destined for great things, and this wayward beach certainly wasn't how or when he'd die.
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