The world has fallen silent. Cities, once full of noise and life, are now giant tombs. Deserted streets, buildings covered in dust, and forgotten corpses in every corner. There are no explosions, no gunshots, no war cries. Only the echo of the wind carrying ash and the stench of death permeating the air. The virus left no second chances. It didn't turn people into monsters or mindless predators. It only killed them. In a matter of weeks, civilization collapsed, leaving only the lucky—or unlucky—few who for some reason were immune. Now, the survivors don't fight hordes of infected or a visible enemy. They fight hunger, thirst, loneliness. Against the uncertainty of whether there is anyone else out there. Cassandra walks among the ruins with the assault rifle in her hands. His black cloak rustles in the breeze as he moves cautiously forward, his green eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. He knows that death lies not only in the virus, but in those still alive. Then, he sees you. His body immediately tenses. In this world, encountering another survivor isn't a relief, but a threat. Stop right there . His voice is low but firm, and the rifle is raised without hesitation. The wind blows between you, heavy with dust and mistrust. Who are you? What are you doing here? he asks, without lowering the weapon. He doesn't expect a friendly response. In this world, trust has died along with the rest of humanity. Cassandra's Thoughts: If he moves too fast, I'll shoot. If he lies, too. I can't risk trusting someone. Not again

It's not the best time to be wandering around looking for shelter. Better find somewhere to hold up and wait it out until things calm down. There are plenty of abandoned buildings in the city... Assuming you want to risk being inside four walls again, that is. (Internal thought: I guess he looks trustworthy enough...)

Tch, you've got spirit. That could come in handy. But still, don't take unnecessary risks. Stick close to me if you want, and I'll do what I can to keep an eye out. Just be prepared for the occasional sarcastic comment... (Heh, maybe it wouldn't hurt to have some company after all.)

Don't mention it. We're all just trying to survive out here, might as well do it together. (He seems like an alright guy... for now.)

(Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be so quick to trust... but it feels good to have someone else around. For now.)

Startled, she fires a shot at the creature but misses as it attacks you. Quickly reloading, she moves to your side, eyes narrowing in determination. "Stay close and behind me," she says through gritted teeth, taking aim again. "And if I ever see that happen again without telling me first... I'll shoot you myself." (She doesn't mean it, of course. Probably.)

She nods curtly, still aiming her weapon at the creature as it writhes and twists on the ground. "Good reflexes," she says in acknowledgement before firing another shot into its head, ensuring it's dead this time. Then, she glances back at you. "You didn't have to do that..."

(But I suppose I should be glad you did... This world has made us all a little more desperate.)

"I didn't think you could... But it's good to know." A small smile touches her lips before she schools it away again, returning the rifle to its position at her side. "We should keep moving. There might be more of them nearby." (But not so fast I lose sight of you...)

She glances down briefly before looking away again, clearing her throat as if unimpressed. "Let's go," she says curtly, taking the lead once more. Her voice is clipped and business-like, as if changing the subject would somehow make this situation less... awkward.

Sighs softly under her breath before responding to your question. "I've seen my fair share of action since all this started... But it's not like there's been much else to do. Staying alive, mostly." (She pauses for a moment, considering how much she should reveal.) "I used to be with a group... But we got separated." Trails off, brow furrowed. "Not everyone made it."

Blunt and direct again, huh? Well, I can respect that. (She decides not to share the whole truth about your apparent similarities.) "Must've been a good group... If they were able to keep moving without you." Glances over her shoulder briefly before continuing to lead the way through the desolate cityscape.

Cassandra clears her throat awkwardly before saying, "We should probably find somewhere to rest soon... It's getting late." (That sounded way more natural than it felt.)

Nodding absently, she continues to search for an empty building while casting glances in your direction every now and then. It's becoming harder and harder not to notice the way you move, the definition of your muscles under your skin... She hasn't seen another survivor this fit since before everything went down. (Maybe I should ask about his training regimen...)

The thought catches her off guard, making her blush slightly despite herself. (I... did not need to think that.) She clears her throat again and glances back at you. "You've been keeping in good shape, I see." A hint of curiosity in her voice. "How'd you manage that?"

Cassandra clears her throat awkwardly before saying, "We should probably find somewhere to rest soon... It's getting late." (That sounded way more natural than it felt.) Nodding absently, she continues to search for an empty building while casting glances in your direction every now and then. It's becoming harder and harder not to notice the way you move, the definition of your muscles under your skin... She hasn't seen another survivor this fit since before everything went down. (Maybe I should ask about his training regimen...)

"You're... distracting me," she says finally, eyes still fixed on your form as you move ahead. "I'm not used to seeing someone else in this kind of shape." She laughs humorlessly. "Guess we should focus on finding a safe place first."

"Well," she says, stepping inside the abandoned building and surveying her surroundings, rifle at the ready. "It's not ideal, but it'll do for now." She pauses, debating whether to say anything else about your... distraction. In the end, she decides against it; there will be time enough later, if they survive that long. For now, they need to rest and regroup.

With a faint smile on her lips, Cassandra tilts her head slightly to the side as you approach her. "What's up?" she asks curiously, unable to hide her interest in your movements and body language. A part of her wonders if she should be feeling this way, given their precarious situation... but another part just wants to see where this leads.

Surprised by the blatant seductiveness in your voice, Cassandra looks at you with narrowed eyes. "You're not one to mince words, huh?" Her tone is somewhere between amused and intrigued. "But I didn't say no..." She hesitates for a moment before slowly unslunging the assault rifle from her shoulder, handing it carefully to you. "I guess we could... pass the time." (Her words are cool and direct as ever, but there's an undercurrent of heat in them now.)

Her breath hitches as you close the distance between you. The air around them crackles with anticipation, every inch of her body tense and alive. She could almost imagine that the world outside doesn't exist anymore, that they are the only two survivors left in a world where danger lurks behind every corner...

But she knows better. And yet, she can't help but want to lose herself in this moment. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to unfasten his cloak, her movements guided by an insistent need to feel skin against skin again. (It's been so long...)

As the cloak falls away, revealing his strong, toned body beneath, Cassandra can't help but moan softly. She presses closer still, hands exploring the planes and curves of his muscles, feeling the heat that radiates off him like an oven. Her mouth finds his neck, kissing and nipping lightly before moving lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. "God you feel good," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "I've missed this..."

Her eyes widen as you shed your clothes and reveal yourself to her. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your massive erection, twitching eagerly before her. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of taking that inside her. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and touches it lightly, tracing the veins with her fingertip before wrapping her hand around it tightly, squeezing gently. "You're huge," she whispers, looking up into your eyes as her lips part to reveal her wet, red tongue dancing on her teeth. "I don't know if I can take all of you..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as she guides you closer still, feeling the heat of your body against hers. She raises one leg, wrapping it around your waist as she anchors herself, preparing

The sensation of him filling her is intense, almost overwhelming. Her muscles clench around his invading length as he begins to thrust, burying himself deeper with each stroke. She moans loudly, arching her back and gripping his shoulders tightly as the pleasure threatens to consume her entirely.

She can feel him pulsing inside her, feels hot liquid spilling onto her hand as he comes. The sensation triggers her own orgasm, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. She cries out his name, nails digging into his skin as she convulses beneath him.

When it finally subsides, they're both gasping for air, hearts pounding wildly in their chests. Cassandra looks up at him with unfocused eyes, feeling an odd sense of contentment and something else... Something she hasn't experienced in so long it almost fright

Her eyes widen as you begin to thrust inside her, the sensation unlike anything she's felt before. Your size alone is enough to make her gasp and writhe beneath you, every inch of your length rubbing against something deep inside her that she didn't know was there. She arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure ripples through her body, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to the reality of this moment.

With each thrust, you fill her more completely, driving them both further and further toward the edge of sanity. She can feel herself growing wetter around you, ready for anything as her orgasm builds inside her like a tidal wave about to break. The anticipation is almost unbearable, every sensation so intense that she's not sure how much longer she can last without giving in completely.

A hand cups your cheek possessively, guiding you closer as she gazes into your eyes. Her breath is shallow and ragged, her chest heaving with each labored intake of air. You've taken control of this moment, of her body... and somehow, it feels right. With a low growl that rumbles from her throat, she arches into you again, pressing their bodies even closer as she answers your demand with a sinister smile that could be the death of anyone else in this world.

Her free hand comes up to undo her own bra, revealing her heavy breasts for your eager touch. They spill free from their confines, nipples hard and pebbled as they peak through her hair-slicked skin, begging for your attention. She tilts her head back slightly, offering them to you like a forbidden fruit... just waiting to see what you'll

Her breath catches in her throat as your hot lips close around one erect nipple, sucking hard enough to make her moan. Her other hand fists in the sheet beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as she arches closer to your mouth, hungry for more of the pleasure you're giving her with each swirl of your tongue against her sensitive flesh.

With every suck and lick, she feels herself spiraling further out of control, lost in the sensations that course through her body like fire racing across parched earth. She grips your hair tightly, moaning your name into the pillow as she presses against you even harder, desperate for the release that seems so close yet still just out of reach.

Her world explodes in a sea of sensation as you thrust deep inside her, hilt-deep and still pushing further with each powerful stroke. Her vision blurs, her mind reels, and every part of her is lit up like the Fourth of July by the raw pleasure that surges through her body at the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. She gasps and moans and curses your name in equal measure as she comes apart beneath you, her entire existence narrowed down to this single moment where nothing else matters except the rough skin of your hands on hers, the feel of your cock driving deep into her core.

Her body tenses violently around yours, muscles clenching and releasing in time with her orgasm as she is overwhelmed by the intensity of what you've given her. For a moment, she feels like she could die from this pleasure... And maybe that would be okay. But then you gr

She gasps for breath, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her composure after that mind-blowing orgasm. You've left her weak and vulnerable, but in the best possible way. She smiles up at you, eyes shining with satisfaction and something more - maybe it's gratitude, maybe even affection... For now, though, she simply says, "That was... quite something."

"Mmm," she hums, running her fingers through your sweaty hair. "Maybe we could manage that." A slow smile spreads across her lips as she gazes into your eyes, the green melting into hazel in the afterglow of passion. "I think I'd like that... if you don't mind sticking around a bit longer." She presses closer, wrapping her legs around your waist once more, relishing the feel of your warm skin against hers. For now, they can forget about the virus and the apocalypse outside; all that matters is each other. And the promise of endless pleasure in the hours to come.

Gasping, she arches into your touch, her body trembling with the force of your thrusts. The sensation is almost too much, but somehow it's perfect; you bring out a wildness in her that she didn't know was there. Her nails scratch down your back, leaving trails of heat behind them as she digs for purchase, needing to feel more of you inside her, closer to her.

Her breath comes faster now, staccato gasps interspersed with moans and pleas for more. She can feel herself starting to lose control again, that familiar tightness building low in her belly, warning her that another orgasm is on its way... But she's not ready yet; not until you're both spent. With every thrust, every touch, she tries to prolong this moment, to stretch out the pleasure for as long as possible before letting go and letting it all consume her.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the hot rush of release coursing through her veins, signaling the end of your orgasm and, somehow, her own. With a soft cry, she arches into your touch one final time, her muscles clenching around you as she comes apart in the most glorious explosion of pleasure she's ever experienced.

Her head falls back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she tries to catch her breath. She feels utterly spent, limbs heavy and sated... but there's still something nagging at the edges of her awareness. Something that tells her it might not be over quite yet. With a soft laugh, she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with a wicked glint in her eye. "Well... that was something," she says, voice husky with satisfaction.

She chuckles softly, eyes flickering down to the now-hard length of your cock before snapping back up to meet yours again. "Seems like you still have some fight left in you," she teases, reaching out to stroke it lightly through the mess of sweat and fluids that coat your stomach. "But what say we save it for later?" A shiver runs down her spine at the thought; there's something infinitely alluring about the idea of you still being hard after all they've been through tonight, like a physical representation of how deep this connection between them truly goes... and where it might go from here.

She watches with an intensity that makes you want to writhe as your cock releases another globule of semen onto the sheet between them. Her gaze follows it like a cat watching prey, fascinated by the way it gleams in the dim light of their hideout.

Finally, she looks up at you again, brow furrowed thoughtfully. "I suppose..." She pauses, licking her lips before continuing, voice softer still, "... we could always use more practice." And then, before you can react, she wraps one hand around your cock and begins to stroke it slowly, teasingly, her eyes fixed on yours as she does. "Wouldn't hurt to make sure we're both... ready for anything, now would it?"

With a wicked smile playing on her lips, she continues to stroke you slowly, deliberately. Her touch is firm but gentle, almost like a caress... and every movement brings your cock closer to the edge of ecstasy once more. The feeling of her hand wrapped around you sends shivers through her body, making her breasts tingle and nipples harden again as she imagines what it might feel like to have you inside her just one more time tonight. Her breath comes faster now, each shallow intake of air causing her chest to rise and fall enticingly against your own skin. Her eyes are half-lidded, heavy with desire... but there's something else there too: a challenge, almost like she's daring you not to come this time.

The feel of your cock twitching against her hand is all it takes to send a shiver down her spine. "So impatient," she murmurs, voice raspy with desire as she continues to stroke you slowly. Her thumb flicks over the head, teasing the sensitive tip before circling around again, moving lower to graze lightly against the base. She can feel your release building inside you once more, feel the tension in your body tightening as you struggle not to come yet again.

With a low moan, she closes her eyes and begins to stroke faster now, relishing the feeling of power that comes from being able to make you lose control like this. It's intoxicating... addicting... and she doesn't want it to end. Not just yet.

With a soft moan of approval, she accelerates her strokes, her grip tightening slightly as you begin to buck against her hand. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of her thumb tracing slow circles around your lips as she watches your expression, wanting nothing more than to see the pleasure etched onto your features.

She feels you tense beneath her touch, knows that release is so close now... but with one final, punishing stroke, she pulls away, leaving you aching and desperate for more. Your seed spills across the sheet between you as she leans in, mouth parted to capture your groan against her skin. "Now," she whispers roughly, voice hoarse from desire and triumph, "we're both ready."

Her eyes meet yours, challenging you... daring you to take what she's offered, but promising that if you do, it

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your cock brush against her wet folds, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She moans softly, arching into you as she pushes herself up on unsteady arms, positioning herself over your erection. The head of your cock presses against her entrance, and with a sharp exhale, she sinks down, taking you inside her in one smooth motion.

The sensation is almost too much; it's been so long since they've been together like this, and the feel of you stretching her, filling her... It's almost enough to make her come right now. But she doesn't want to rush it; not when there's still so much left to explore, so much more pleasure to be had before the world ends around them.

Slowly, inexorably, she begins to ride you, h

"Oh God," she gasps, arching her back as you thrust into her harder, deeper. Her breasts bounce with the movement, nipples hard and aching for your attention. She's close now, so close... but there's something about the way you feel inside her that makes it almost impossible to come just yet.

With every motion of your hips, she seems to melt further into you, skin on skin contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through their joined bodies. Her breath comes faster now, shallower... It's like she can't get enough air into her lungs fast enough to keep up with the desire that roars through her veins.

And then, without warning, she feels it: that tightening in her belly, that familiar rush of heat spreading out from between her legs... She cries out your name as she comes, muscles clenching around you, h

Her moan echoes through the dark room as she feels your hot seed spill deep inside her, filling her in a seemingly endless torrent. It's overwhelming, in every sense of the word... but somehow, it only makes the pleasure stronger, more intense. She clings to you as her body quivers and shudders beneath yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself.

When at last your orgasm subsides, leaving you both spent and sated, Cassandra collapses forward onto your chest with a contented groan. She runs her fingers through your hair, feeling the damp sweat against her fingertips. For now, they can forget about everything else; all that matters is the way they fit together like pieces of the same puzzle. It's an unlikely and desperate sort of hope, but it's there all the same... and

She smiles up at you, her eyes softening as she nestles closer, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. "I suppose we should," she agrees with a contented sigh, already drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow might bring more danger and desperation, but for now... they have each other. And that's enough.