I found another human.

Her office worker attire suffered some wear and tear. The long brown hair that was likely cared for daily was disheveled and tangled, the pegs on her heels appeared to have been disposed of long ago, and a dark stain on her dusty pencil skirt spoke volumes of what she'd been through.

As our eyes met, there was an immediate draw of primal lust; as if we were the last two of our species.

Without exchanging words, she followed me as I turned on my heel and tracked back the way I came. I erased any markings that might indicate the direction we traveled in.

The brunette remained several steps behind me and only scootched closer when we passed a corpse. The side effect of leaving my kills where they lay was an unintended one.

Without a Safe Zone, the safest place was the liquor pool where I spawned. However, it was over an hour of travel, and I didn't want to reveal such an important resource to a stranger. Instead, I navigated to a secluded dead-end furthest away from any major junction.

This was the first time she overtook me. She paced toward the smoothened cave wall as if in a trance. I took my time taking off my pack and setting aside my gear. I placed it all neatly behind me but within easy reach.

Not once did she speak or even turn around. The prolonged silence urged me to be bold and place my hands on her hips. Turning her around I pulled her chin up to look at me. The unrestrained desire swirled in her dark eyes as her body leaned into mine, her hands already roaming my chest.

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"Fuck me, already."

Preventing any further speech, I leaned down and kissed her deeply, bringing her body closer to mine. I ran my hands along her sides, down her hips, and gripped her supple ass, lifting her easily.

"Hmm."

She hummed and wrapped her legs around me. Grinding against me as she kissed me harder and explored me with her tongue.

I continued exploring her as if she was a mystery waiting to be solved. Tracing her slender arms, bare shoulders, the crease in her back, and returning to rest on her hips.

Her blouse draped off her as I pinned her back against the wall. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into my back. The softness pressing against me was enough to forget where we were.

"Do it."

She breathed heavily into my ear. Our lust grew hotter, and I could no longer let myself be.

Our heat touched immediately, sending shivers down my spine. I slid in without any resistance. and she gasped out loud, covering her mouth with a hand. I thrust deep inside, exploring and poking her deepest parts. She held me tight, nails digging into my back. Her hot breath lapped at my ear as I moved. The contrast between our bodies made for a striking revelation as we lost ourselves in the throes of pleasure. I could feel her desire and lust through our connection and it was pulling me over the top.

Her panting grew louder and more uncontrolled, not caring if anyone heard us. The sway of our bodies came together again, and again, and again. Our repetition smooth, increasing faster and faster. The lewd noises our bodies made barely reached my clouded conscience. She bit into my shoulder as I felt her twitching around me.

We climaxed together, our pleasure muffled through gritted teeth.

My heart pulsed in my ears as our high winded down, and the adrenaline that supported my muscles relaxed. Supporting her the entire time had been strenuous.

Bringing her down with me, I let her rest on top. We laid there in a sweaty mess for a while, reveling in the afterglow of our indulgence.

She was the first one to rise.

Sitting up, she used my shoulders as support. Her long hair narrowed my line of sight, letting me see the fervor in her eyes as she unclasped her bra and let it fall away.

"You're not done, are you?"

That was all it took.

I don't remember how many times we went.