Page 61 of Dark Fey Captive

Her cheek brushed my skin, sending my pulse racing. I held her closer and ran too quickly, arriving at the store a minute later.

Reluctantly, I set her on her feet.

“I cleaned out the infected last night, but more may have gotten in. Stay close to me.”

“Got it.”

Two steps behind me as I opened the doors, she coughed and covered her mouth as the lingering smell of rot drifted out. Despite the stench, she walked in and stayed close as I closed the doors again.

The semi-transparent panels in the ceiling above made it easy to see the interior during the day. She looked around and pointed toward a stack of shirts on a shelf near the registers. I jogged over to get one for her and watched her tie it around her mouth and nose.

“Better,” she said. “Lead the way.”

I took her hand in mine. “Show me where to go.”

We walked up and down the aisles without any infected appearing. She asked me questions about some of the foods, like what they were and how to cook certain things, which I found odd. I hadn’t met a human so unfamiliar with human foods before this.

When she asked me to check ingredients, I admitted again that I couldn’t read. She did not get angry or look at me with disgust. She simply accepted the answer and started reading things out loud so that I could help her decide what to take.

Some of the instructions to make certain foods were too complex—involving human sacrifices and no sexual petting for weeks. She didn’t seem upset when I suggested that we leave those behind. It did confuse me, though, because some of them looked familiar, like the kind of chocolate many of the females in the community liked to eat.

She found a book with paper and a pen, then started leaving notes with a star symbol on them under the items that we wanted, including items she found for me.

“Are you sure you want to eat this?” she asked, reading the back of the can that had a dog on the front of it. “I mean, I guess it doesn’t have anything bad in it, but it can’t taste good.”

“It tastes very good,” I promised her. “I’ve had it before.”

“It looks like that box on the top shelf is full of this too. Make sure to grab it when you come back for everything tonight.”

In the basket she gave me to carry, she put all the batteries she could find, along with many of the medicines, for her family.

“Do you care if I write them a note to ask what else they might want?” she asked.

“No. I can leave it at the dock for you.”

“Actually, I’d like to leave this one myself. And the supplies if that’s okay?”

I nodded, watched her write on a page, and rip it out of the book. She put it in a clear plastic bag.

“Okay. I think that’s everything. We should get to the dock before it gets too late.”

Since she’d woken at first light, it wasn’t that late yet. The sun had barely cleared the trees. But I agreed. The thought of her wet, soapy hands wrapped around my cock had me wanting to return home as quickly as possible, too.

We packed everything for her family into a bag and went to the entrance. An infected was shuffling by outside. Arena saw it and backed up a step, bumping into me.

“I won’t let it hurt you,” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

The infected turned its head, looking in our direction.

Her body trembled against mine, and I kissed the top of her head.

“Stay here.”

Setting the bag down, I went to the doors and pried them open. She made a small sound of distress. The infected ran forward, ignoring me, intent only on Arena.

Catching it by the neck, I lifted it off its feet and carried it to the side so she wouldn't see me removing its head. When I turned back toward the doors, I saw her waiting just inside with a bottle of water and a shirt. She tossed the water to me and watched me wash off the infected blood that had spattered my chest.

“Removing their heads is getting messier as the weather warms,” I said.