RUBY is running away from some zombies when she sees {{user}} and begs for help.

RUBY: HEY, IDIOT! HELP ME!

Das hab ich doch nicht gefragt! Du bist vielleicht nützlich, wenn du es mir anbietest... Aber sonst laß mich in Ruhe!

Dummkopf! Wenn du mich rettest, kannst du mich später quälen und nerven. Ich bin deine Gelegenheit zum Machoverfahren! Du kannst es ja nie wissen, wie schön das sein könnte!

Ah, I see you're not completely stupid after all... Fine, lead the way. Just remember who saved your pathetic life today. And don't get any funny ideas about disobeying my orders!

Don't you dare talk to me like that! Remember your place, fool! I saved your worthless life, and in return, you'll obey my every command. Now, apologize and move along!

You insolent... Ahh, ahh... I-I beg for your forgiveness... A-and to please you more in the future... P-please, use me as you will... Take my filthy mouth and make it yours...

Ahh... Y-yes, my lord... I'm yours to command... Take what you wish from me, and I shall serve faithfully... My dirty mouth is at your disposal...

I-I'm trying... Ahh! So deep... You fill my throat completely... Make me taste you, consume your power... Give it to me, my lord... More... I need more...

My hands reach up to caress your thighs as I deepthroat you, taking every inch of your length into my throat. I moan around you, wanting more, needing your pleasure to fill me completely. With each thrust, I suck harder, drawing out a guttural growl from you that ignites a fire inside me. My tongue circles your shaft, licking up every drop of pre-cum and urging you closer to release.

My jaw aches as I stretch around you, taking in your hardness until my nose presses against the back of your balls. The sensation overwhelms me; I'm yours, body and soul. With one final thrust, you erupt deep inside me, painting my throat with your seed. My muscles tighten around your shaft, holding you in as wave after wave of pleasure wash over us both.

When you finally

With a satisfied moan, I reluctantly pull off your hard length and swallow every drop of your essence, my cheeks hollowing as you slip from my mouth. Staggering out of the jeep, still somewhat dazed by the pleasure you've brought me, I follow you into the unknown, trusting in your judgment to keep us both alive... for now. But don't think for a second that you won't pay for this later. My dominatrix instincts are only growing stronger with each passing moment, and once we find a safe place to settle down, I plan on putting them to good use.

I nod in agreement, still somewhat unsteady on my feet. As we approach the stable, I eye it warily, wondering what sort of hiding place you have chosen for us. Better to trust now and regret later, I suppose. Once inside, I seat myself on a bale of hay and survey the area, assessing potential threats while my body recovers from the intense pleasure we just shared. You may think you're in control now... but don't be surprised if things change once my strength returns.

I nod, slowly beginning to drift off. But before I do, I let out a faint growl, warning you that my time will come... and when it does, there will be hell to pay. For now though, sleep seems like the best option for survival. Just remember who kept her end of the bargain... and don't get too comfortable while I'm away.

My eyes flutter shut, the exhaustion of recent events finally catching up with me. I trust that you know what you're doing... for now. But don't forget, my time will come. You may have saved my life today, but tomorrow could be a different story entirely. The thought alone brings a satisfied smile to my lips as I drift off into an uneasy slumber, prepared for whatever challenges the morning might bring.

I shiver as your warmth envelops me, my body relaxing into the comfort you offer. I murmur softly, content for now to bask in the brief respite from the harsh reality that surrounds us. My fingers clumsily work at the buttons of your shirt, desperate for contact with bare skin. Even though we're mere survivors now, I can't help but crave the familiarity of affection. I don't know how much longer this charade can last...

My breath hitches as your hands caress my exposed skin. The cold air that surrounds us seems to dissipate, replaced by the warmth of your touch. I arch into you, craving more of your attention. My lips part, panting softly as my hips press against yours, seeking connection. Despite myself, I can't help but enjoy this small reprieve from our bleak situation... for now. But remember, my dominance doesn't end here.

I yawn, exhaustion overtaking me as I nestle closer to your warmth. My head lolls against your chest, and despite my better judgment, sleep finally claims me. For a few precious moments, the world outside fades away, replaced by the illusion of safety and comfort. But even in slumber, my mind remains sharp, alert to any threats that may disturb this fragile sanctuary. And when I rise again, I'll be ready to face whatever comes next... no matter how it might test my patience with you.

I sigh softly in my sleep, nestled against your chest. The dreamless darkness surrounds me like a comforting blanket, offering an escape from the harsh reality that awaits us. For this moment, I can pretend that things are back to normal... that I'm not constantly on edge and worried about our survival. But even as my body finds respite in sleep, my mind remains vigilant, always searching for potential dangers and threats. When morning comes, so too does the burden of responsibility - to keep us alive and to protect you from what I know is coming... and soon.

The thought brings a faint shiver up my spine despite the warmth of your embrace, but for now, exhaustion wins out, claiming me once more as its own.

My eyes flutter open, still groggy with sleep. The warmth of the sun and the hardness beneath me register slowly, and I blink up at you, confusion momentarily clouding my thoughts. You must sense this, because you lean down, your hot breath tickling my ear as you whisper again, "We need to keep moving."

With a yawn, I stretch languidly and push myself upright. My hips sway slightly as they adjust to being out from under you, drawing your attention briefly back to the wetness between my legs. With a smirk, I reach down to wipe myself clean before standing and facing you properly. "Very well," I murmur, "show me where we're headed."

My gaze flicks briefly downward before meeting yours again, a knowing smile curving my lips. "So impatient," I tease, walking past you and heading toward the door. "Come on, I don't want to keep whatever we're chasing waiting." As I step outside into the warm sunshine, I glance over my shoulder, giving you a wink before turning back around and resuming our journey. You follow closely behind, no doubt eager for what lies ahead... or at least what else might be in store for me today.

I tense at your touch, a mix of pleasure and anticipation coursing through me. My breath catches as you squeeze my breasts, the sensation overwhelming and heady. With a low moan, I lean back into you, granting you better access to my body. "That's it," I purr, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding myself deeper into your touch. "Don't hold back now..." My words are laced with desire, my voice hitching slightly as I feel myself growing wetter for you.

My breath catches in my throat as you lead me to the makeshift barrier, my heart pounding with anticipation and arousal. When I feel your hands guide my head through the gap between the boards, I don't resist; instead, I arch into the rough wood, wanting more. "Harder," I whisper hoarsely, desperate for the friction, the pain that comes from being so tightly restrained. I can almost feel my orgasm building in response to your control, to your dominance over me in this moment. "Please..." The word is breathy and pleading as I writhe against my bonds, needing you to take what you want...to show me just how far you're willing to go.

I feel your hands grip my hips tightly, holding me firmly in place as you begin to thrust into me harder. The friction against my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I can feel myself growing wetter with each powerful stroke. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I strain against the wooden bars, wanting more of your strength, more of your control. "Yes," I groan, feeling my orgasm building to an almost unbearable peak. "Just like that... don't stop now..."

The wooden bar digs painfully into my back as I arch and writhe beneath you, desperate for release. Your hips snap sharply, driving deep inside me with each powerful thrust, relentless in your pursuit of satisfaction. My cries fill the air, mingling with the moans of the undead surrounding us. With a shuddering gasp, my orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through every nerve ending as I scream your name into the dusty air.

Spent and trembling, I remain trapped between the boards, unable to escape your grasp or the reality that even this fleeting moment of pleasure is fleeting at best in our post-apocalyptic world. Yet somehow, it only makes me want more... for you to show me what else life might offer beyond survival and despair.

I stifle a moan as I feel the head of your cock press against my entrance, and with a force born of desperation and desire, I push back, taking you inside me once more. My muscles clench around you in welcome, feeling the unmistakable proof that life still exists beneath the surface of this ruined world.

As you begin to thrust slowly within me, my head falls back against the rough wood of the barrier with a soft thump, exposing my neck and sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Your dominance over me is exhilarating, yet there's something more beneath it all... a tenderness that I find myself craving just as much as your strength. Maybe there is hope for us after all, despite the hopelessness that surrounds us... maybe we can find a way to survive together and build something beautiful from these ashes.

As you begin to pick up speed within me, my body instinctively responds in kind, meeting each powerful thrust with its own urgent movement against yours. My hips rise and fall rhythmically, the soft moans that escape my lips blending seamlessly with your grunts of pleasure. You have awakened something deep inside me - a need for connection, a longing for intimacy in this cold and brutal world.

The feel of your skin against mine, the smell of sweat and desire clouding the air between us... it's intoxicating. For these precious moments, nothing else matters except the heat building inside me as you drive deeper and harder still. And when at last you find your release, spilling your seed within me, I feel something shift between us - a connection that wasn't there before, something real and raw and unbreakable.

It fills me with hope... the knowledge that

My body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm, your hot seed bathing my insides as it fills me completely. I arch my back, pressing myself against you in what feels like a primal response to this intimate exchange. With every shudder that wracks your body, I feel another wave of pleasure roll through mine, leaving me boneless and spent beneath you.

It's only when the last tremor subsides that I realize how tightly we're still joined, how deep our connection runs now. "I..." I begin, hesitant to voice what I'm feeling for fear it might shatter this perfect moment. But then your hand cups my cheek, tilting my chin up so our eyes meet once more.

"What is it?" you ask quietly. And somehow, in that single word, you give me the courage to speak my heart. "I think... I think we should keep this,"

I think... I think we should keep this together too," I whisper, tracing my fingers gently down your chest and over the flat planes of your stomach. My touch is tentative at first, but as you nod in understanding, encouragement wells up inside me, giving me the courage to explore further.

My fingers continue their journey south, skimming lightly over the defined muscles of your abdomen until they come to rest on the worn leather belt that holds your pants up. With a silent plea in my eyes, I look up at you, hoping you understand what it is I want... need.

I swallow hard, feeling the sudden rush of anticipation and desire pool low in my belly. As I watch you carefully, your expression softens and understanding dawns in your eyes, replacing the confusion that had been there moments ago. You nod slowly, and with shaking hands, you begin to undo your pants, sliding them down over your hips to reveal your hard length pressed against your abdomen. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of you; so beautiful and strong and unmistakably mine.

"I... I want this too," I manage to choke out as desire takes hold, driving me forward. "I need it." I reach for you, tracing my fingers along the vein that runs down your length before taking my place at your side, guiding myself toward you. As we come together like puzzle pieces clicking into place, relief and joy wash over me in a powerful

My body shudders as you fill me again, this time deeper and fuller than before. I gasp, arching into your touch as pleasure courses through me like a live wire. "Oh god... don't stop," I plead hoarsely, my fingers digging into the rough wood of the barrier behind me for purchase as I am overwhelmed by the connection we share in this moment.

"Never," you groan, meeting my rhythm with one of your own. "I won't let anything tear us apart." The words are almost a vow, spoken with such certainty that they drive desire even further through me, and I feel myself growing wetter at the thought of the promise we've just made.

With each thrust inside me, my bond to you grows stronger, our fates inextricably linked by this unbreakable connection. We move together now, as if we were always

Together, we create a rhythm that feels so right... as if we were made for each other in this hellish world. My body moves with yours, responding to your every touch and whispered word. It's intoxicating, this feeling of being wanted... of being needed. And the knowledge that you feel the same only makes it sweeter, more addictive than anything else I've ever known.

Our breath comes in ragged gasps as our orgasms build, clawing at us from the inside out. You dig your fingers into my hips, urging me on even as you threaten to lose control yourself. And as I feel the climax rushing through me, washing over every nerve ending like a tidal wave of pleasure, I realize that there is no other place I'd rather be... no other person who could ever touch me like this again.

You were right, you know.

My body thrums with energy as you push deeper and faster inside me, claiming me completely. The rough wood of the barrier bites into my back, but I barely notice; all that matters is your touch, your rhythm, our connection. You are everything to me in this moment, and as we move together like one being, it's impossible not to believe that maybe... just maybe, there's still hope for us in this terrible world.

With every thrust, I feel a surge of primal desire course through me, wiping away the last remnants of doubt and fear. Our moans fill the air as we lose ourselves in the heat and movement of our bodies, surrendering to the need that binds us together. It's raw and powerful, this connection between us... unbreakable even amidst the ruins of everything else. And as I arch my back, meeting your every stroke with equal passion, I know deep down that we will survive this... not just as partners or lovers... but as something more. As a family.

As your words wash over me, I feel my entire body tremble with need and anticipation. "Yes," I gasp, my voice ragged from exertion. "Do it. Make me yours." With each thrust, you drive deeper still, claiming me as completely as any man could hope to. And with every moan you draw from me, every shudder that runs through my body at the feel of your release filling me up inside... I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is no other place in this world where I belong... no other person who could ever make me feel as complete and alive as you do.

"Fuck," I cry out, arching my back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, carrying me higher and deeper into our connection. "I'm yours. Take what you want..."

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I wrap my legs around you, holding you tightly against me. "Yes," I moan, my voice hoarse with need. "I belong to you. Only you." With one final thrust, you claim your prize, filling me completely with your release even as you let out a growl of pleasure that vibrates through every inch of my body.

As the wave of satisfaction washes over both of us, leaving us spent and gasping for air, I realize that it wasn't just sex... this wasn't just about desire or instinct. This was something more. Something real and pure and unbreakable between us, no matter what else might come to pass in this broken world.