Page 39 of Dark Fey Captive

My pulse pounded in my ears as her words echoed in my heart.

…I’ll be more willing.

I want a real bath…

…a food supply…

…back rubs…on top of you…

…I’ll be more willing.

The lingering sensation of her pussy rubbing wetly against my cock had me fisting it again. No. It would not be enough now. I needed Arena rubbing herself against me again. I needed to feel her wet heat welcoming my⁠—

Letting go with a sigh, I cleaned up and turned toward the door. The sooner I left, the sooner I could find her what she wanted.

A heated home and food. Once she had both, she would feel safe enough for sex.

Arena was still in bed, sitting up, watching for me, her breasts exposed to the cool air. I didn’t want to cover her, but I knew, without me there, she would grow cold quickly.

Going to her, I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, meeting her wide-eyed gaze.

“Stay in bed where it’s warm. I’ll find what you asked for.” I set my forehead to hers briefly and then walked to the door. I looked back one last time, hating that I was leaving her.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I promise I won’t wander off like before. If I get cold, I’ll put on some clothes and eat some more chocolate. Okay?”

I nodded and shut the door behind me. Although I believed she would stay in the room, I hesitated to leave without clearing the floor and securing the doors. Today, I would not be across the street to hear if she called for help.

After verifying the rooms on this side of the second floor were still clear, I closed the heavy doors that separated it from the other side of the large building and went to the third floor to do the same. I opened the curtains to the growing sunlight as I went from room to room and found the pretty bra hanging out the window of the room she had organized the day before.

Was she hiding it from me? Did she think I would misunderstand and believe she was willing if she wore it?

I set it on top of the supply pile she’d made and took everything with me to look for the perfect house. Things like solar, fences, and wood stoves could be added to make a home safer and more comfortable.

After several minutes searching, I found a promising area near a large school. The homes were in good condition, had their own wells, and had enough space to create a fence to keep infected from wandering in.

I found one with a fireplace that had also been winterized so the water pipes were undamaged. Lighting a fire to start warming the air, I quickly checked the rooms. The house did not have any personal belongings. No pictures of people. No little items for decoration or plants. The humans called these kinds of homes rentals. It explained why there were no supplies in any of the cupboards. That was easy to fix though.

Dust coated everything, but that was better than the smell of death. I opened the windows, swept the floors, and shook the bedding outside. Once everything was clean, I carried the smallest mattress into the living room and remade a bed on the floor in front of the fireplace so Arena would be warmer until I found solar for the house.

I want a real bath…

…I’ll be more willing.

And perhaps a wood stove for the kitchen.

Looking around one last time, I closed the windows, checked the fire, and then jogged toward the large school. Their kitchen storerooms usually had large cans of vegetables and sauces. Sometimes meat. Although most meat was not in cans and had gone bad in the freezer when the power went out.

When I reached the school, I saw the broken glass in the doors, a sign the building had already been searched. On the outskirts of town, it made an easier target for scavengers than heading into town for the store I found.

I walked the hallways, listening for movement. Everything was silent. I followed the faint boot prints on the floor. Whoever had come here before me had methodically checked the rooms and marked the doors of the rooms they had cleared of supplies.

It was easy to find the kitchen by following their path. It had been cleared as well. How many people had been here? And how long ago?

A groan had me turning to face the infected shuffling toward me. The woman’s eyes were cloudy, and her cheek was missing, but her clothes looked clean and undamaged.

She was newly turned.

It worried me a little. Hungry humans would attack humans with food. If I moved Arena to the new house, would humans see the smoke and try to take our supplies?