The Apocalypse

13

During their shift, Sophie's vigilant gaze and steady aim resulted in her dispatching two walkers that ventured too close to their outpost. Other than those encounters, the night remained eerily quiet, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation. Time seemed to stretch on, with only the occasional sound of distant shuffling feet or a rustle of leaves to break the silence.
As the night drew to a close, bringing an end to their watch, Maurits arrived to pick up Maeve after completing his training. A spark of joy illuminated Maeve's eyes as she spotted him, and without hesitation, she leaped down from the wall, landing gracefully in Maurits' waiting arms. The warmth of their embrace conveyed a sense of comfort and familiarity, a love shared between two souls connected by a deep bond.
Turning back to face Sophie, Maeve offered a wave and a soft smile. "Bye, Sophie," she called out, her voice filled with gratitude and fondness for the woman who had guided her through this new and uncertain world.
Returning the gesture, Sophie raised her hand in farewell, watching as Maeve and Maurits gradually disappeared from her view, walking hand in hand toward their home.
"How about the debt you owe me." Maurits whispered in her ear as the door closed behind them.
"What did you have in mind?" Maeve asked him breathless as his hands grabbed her hips pulling her ass in his erected cock.
"How about i fuck you into oblivion?" He asked kissing her neck. She gasped at his words turning bright red.
"I will take that as a yes, hm?" He hummed turning her around. He lifted her by the hips, and her legs gracefully wrapped around his waist. As they ascended the stairs towards the bedroom, their passionate embrace intensified. Their lips collided with fiery ardor, each kiss asserting Maurits' dominance effortlessly. In that fervent exchange, he displayed not only his affection but also his unmistakable ownership over Maeve.
Once inside the bedroom, he tenderly set her down on the bed, carefully cradling her delicate form. His hand instinctively found its way to the curve of her neck, a gesture of possessiveness tinged with tenderness. Maeve reciprocated by entangling her fingers in his silken locks, her hands playfully exploring the strands that cascaded around his head.
Their bodies pressed together, breathing heavily in sync.
"Perfect." He whispered as he looked into her eyes cupping her cheek softly before he decided by her eyes this could go a lot further.
Maurits trailed kisses along the curve of Maeve's neck, leaving a trail of electric sensations in his wake. His fingertips danced delicately over her skin, teasing and tracing every contour with expert precision. Maeve arched her back, surrendering herself to the waves of pleasure that surged through her.
His fingers pulled her pants down before he kissed just above her panties. She breathed out a harsh breath as his fingers graced over her clothed pussy.
"Dripping and all for me." He muttered with a grin before placing his lips back on hers. The kiss was sloppy as he slowly pushed his finger between her folds. She moaned in the kiss as he circled around her clit, before pushing inside of her. She tightly grasped his biceps, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body. It was as if a surge of electricity had ignited within her, setting her nerve endings ablaze.
"Maurits." She whispered softly as her head turned to the side. He slowly began to push in and out of her her juices covering his fingers. He ripped her panties of as they were restricting him too much. When he thought she was wet enough he pushed two more fingers into her, as he began to pound in her.
He wanted her edged enough before he would put his cock inside of her. She had to be slick enough to take him.
Her walls clenched around his three digits. He was aware that she was on the brink, so he slowly withdrew his fingers, causing her to whimper in longing as the sensation of pleasure slipped away. A knot of anticipation tightened in her stomach, begging for release. With a desperate yearning, she uttered his name, her eyes locking onto his.
"Don't worry darling you will cum soon enough." He promised her. He licked his fingers slowly turning Maeve on even more. He pulled of his own pants stroking his length before her eyes.
"It isn't gonna fit." She muttered in fear of the pain.
"My darling you are made for me! It will fit." He replied kissing her lips, his tip teasing her entrance.
As he pushed halfway inside Maeve, her mouth opened, but no sound escaped her lips. A sharp wave of pain shot through her body upon his entry. The sensation was jarring, overwhelming her senses and causing her to clench her teeth in an attempt to suppress any outward expression of discomfort. Yet, behind the pain, there lingered a glimmer of pleasure, a mingling of sensations that hinted at the possibility of something more. Maeve's body instinctively adjusted, gradually accommodating his presence as her muscles tensed and then relaxed.
"You are doing perfect." He praised her against the lips before he slowly pushed in completely. A painful yet pleasured moan left her mouth as he settled deep inside of her. Once her breathing had slowed and her heart rate returned to normal, he began to move slowly. With one hand wrapped around her throat, exerting a firm but controlled pressure, he asserted his dominance. The other hand supported his weight. Every movement was calculated, a testament to his dominance. With each measured thrust, their bodies harmonized, building a crescendo of desire that echoed between them. His strokes were deep and long making sure the ecstasy would be drawn out. He wanted to last her first time as long as he could possible muster.
"Maurits." She whimpered softly.
"What, darling." He groaned back his hands massaging her breast in his hands.
"I want to cum." She told him as Her hands turned white from the tight grip they maintained on the sheets. Fingers clenched, knuckles whitened with the strain of her desire and the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
"A little longer, darling." He responded to her words.
"Please." She begged as her moans became louder. Her pants escaped in short, ragged breaths as she desperately tried to keep her release at bay. The intensity of her arousal threatened to overwhelm her, building relentlessly within her core. Meanwhile, Maurits, driven by the same mounting desire, yearned for their climaxes to converge. With a primal urge, he seized a fistful of her hair, using it as both an anchor and a conduit for his dominance. Simultaneously, he thrust deeper into her, targeting her G-spot with precise accuracy. Each rhythmic penetration reverberated through her, igniting a symphony of pleasure that threatened to break down the walls of restraint
"Maurits, please!" She begged once again.
"Now," he commanded, his voice laced with urgency and need. In perfect synchronization, both of them succumbed to the overwhelming rush of pleasure, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their shared release. As their climaxes subsided, Maurits withdrew completely, leaving a void that begged to be filled again. Yet, instead of rushing to close that gap, he tenderly kissed her lips, a gentle and affectionate gesture that conveyed his deep admiration for her.
"You did amazing, my darling," he praised her, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he delicately caressed her cheek. The softness of his touch offered comfort and reassurance in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. In that moment, she felt adored and cherished, her fatigue momentarily forgotten.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, his words carrying the weight of his emotions. Her weary eyes met his, reflecting a profound affection as she mustered the strength to reciprocate. With a barely audible voice, she whispered the same three words, encapsulating her own devotion and the depth of their connection.