Chapter 28
On Day 6, Mark found himself in Lucy's diner kitchen, preparing bison burgers and potato fries while enjoying a moment of respite with a smoke and coffee. It had been a day of searching from house to house, looking for possible survivors. During his scavenging for food, he made sure to leave non-perishable supplies, hoping to provide for any fortunate townsfolk who might come across them.
Just as he was packing the burgers into his bag, a cry for help echoed from outside, snapping him out of his momentary distraction.
In the softly falling snow of the afternoon, Mark observed a woman, her appearance worn and disheveled, slowly walking while casting wary glances around. Her weather-beaten face reflected the immense hardship she had endured. Wide eyes, brimming with fear, betrayed her desperation, and her shivering form bore the marks of countless cold nights.
Unkempt hair clung to her face, framing hollow cheeks that hadn't tasted a proper meal since the beginning of the annual polar night. The dirt-streaked skin told a tale of survival in the bleakest circumstances, where even basic hygiene had become a luxury she could ill afford.
As he spied on her, he noticed shadowy figures slinking along the rooftops, predatory eyes fixated on their vulnerable prey. The realization struck him: she was being used as bait for other survivors just like Kirsten in the movie. Suddenly, one of the vampires shrieked in pain, ensnared by one of the bear traps. Mark seized the opportunity.
With a burst of adrenaline, he sprinted towards the woman, startling her into a scream of terror.
"Oh God, please. No," Tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy, her voice trembling with raw desperation. In the depths of her despair, she feared that this would be her end.
Feeling a pang of embarrassment for his abrupt approach, Mark swiftly scooped the woman onto his shoulder and fled. The sound of rustling movements and howls behind them confirmed the pursuit of the relentless vampires, urging him to run faster.
Looking back, he realized he had left their pursuers in the distance. Mark darted through the labyrinthine alleys of houses, while stuffing the woman's mouth to muffle her screams.
"Help!" A cry echoed from one of the crawl spaces. Mark turned towards it, discovering a shivering man in the darkness, pleading for assistance. Mark frowned, cautiously approaching the man while ensuring no pursuers lurked behind him. The man crawled out slowly, his appearance revealing the signs of vampire infection. Without hesitation, Mark kicked the man away, leaving him struggling to stand up as he hurriedly moved on.
Marlow's eyes burned with fury as he watched Mark's figure disappear into the distance, his prey slipping through his fingers. The gnawing hunger inside him intensified, a constant reminder of the sustenance he had been denied for days. Iris, his loyal toy, approached cautiously, her eyes wide with fear as she informed him of the escape.
In a fit of rage, Marlow backhanded Iris, sending her tumbling into the snow. The impact silenced his followers, freezing them in place, their eyes downcast in fear. Marlow scoffed, a bitter sound, and patted the snow off his shoulder, his frustration palpable in the cold air.
His hunger clawed at him as he noticed one of his followers fighting with some prey. Marlow approached, feeling the gnawing emptiness inside him. With a swift motion, he pulled his follower away and threw him back. To his surprise, he realized the prey wasn't like the others; it stared back, its mouth filled with sharp teeth, a fellow predator.
Marlow frowned, momentarily taken aback, before succumbing to his primal instincts. He sank his own teeth into the struggling creature's neck, driven by his insatiable hunger, the prey's screeches in the frigid air.
Mark gently set the crying woman down, and Stella and Denise, their expressions filled with compassion, comforted her, softly explaining the situation. As he thought of the cramped attic, frustration flickered across his face as the anticipated blizzard failed to arrive, throwing a wrench into their plans to relocate to the utilidor.
In a tender gesture, Mark kissed Stella's nose before excusing himself to the bathroom. As Stella guided the woman up to their refuge, Denise followed Mark, playfully pinching his ass. This woman is insatiable. He grins at her and gently pushed her down to her knees.
Later, Mark distributed the burgers to the refugees in the attic, replacing their usual monotonous food with the tantalizing scent of bison meat. The aroma filled the space, leaving them almost salivating and finally satisfying their stomachs. He settled between Stella and Kirsten, while Denise, leaning against a bedsheet, indulged in her own burger and fries.
They found a moment of respite, engaging in a lighthearted conversation. Mark's playful flirting made the girls giggle.
"How about tomorrow, I take you girls to the utilidor in advance?" Mark suggested, His gaze shifted towards the attic, his thoughts clouded by the realization that it was already incredibly crowded, leaving no room for privacy.
Kirsten and Denise, though eager, couldn't completely conceal the fear etched in their expressions. The prospect of leaving the cramped attic brought both excitement and apprehension.
"Shouldn't we wait for the blizzard first?" Stella's words were laced with curiosity, her eyes searching Mark's face for reassurance.
"There's no need to wait for the blizzard. I'll personally escort each of you to the utilidor, ensuring your safety every step of the way," Mark replied, his voice reassuring. His eyes met Stella's, a confident grin playing on his lips. "You just have to trust me." He punctuated his words with a gentle kiss on her cheek. Stella smiled not really worried as he knows Mark's teleportation ability. After planting the gentle kiss on Stella's cheek, Mark turned to Kirsten and Denise with a wink.
[R-18: Feel free to skip this part, as it's not crucial to the story.]
The following day, Stella found herself lost in the heat of the moment with Mark inside the bathroom. As he pounded into her, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her moans of pleasure. Her grip tightened around his neck, and she could feel the wave of ecstasy building within her. Mark's thrusts grew faster and more urgent, the slapping sound of their skin meeting filled the room. His powerful hips slammed into hers, driving him deeper with each stroke, as she arched her back and met him with equal force. The air was thick with desire and the heady scent of sweat and arousal.
As the climax approached, Stella's legs tightened around Mark's waist, pulling him even deeper inside her. The sensation of his thick length penetrating her womb sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, pressing her pelvis against his thrusting hips as he drove into her with unrelenting force.
Inside her, Mark's massive girth stretched and filled her, leaving no room for anything else. The feeling of being completely claimed by him was both exhilarating and overwhelmingly intimate.
As Mark reached his climax, his body tensed, and he let out a deep, primal growl. His hips bucked violently, his thrusts grew even wilder, sending spurts of hot cum shooting deep into Stella's womb, giving waves of pleasure crashing through both of them until they were both left gasping for breath.
She could feel his warm seed filling her up, a sensation that was both surprising and incredibly satisfying.
Mark's lips found hers, and he kissed her passionately, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire. She moaned against his mouth, her body still pulsing around his throbbing member. As their kiss broke, he looked deep into her eyes, his gaze filled with raw emotion.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, and there was a distinct squelching sound as his thick cock left her pussy entirely. Stella watched in awe as cum dripped from her gaping hole, staining her thighs and the floor beneath her.
After her intense orgasms subside, Mark gently lowered Stella down. His gaze was filled with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness as he ran his fingers through her hair. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he leaned down and gently sucked on her neck, leaving a small, red mark as a token of their intimate encounter.
As he trailed his hands up to her pale breasts, he couldn't help but admire the delicate curves that filled his palms. Her breasts were average yet perfectly formed, with pink nipples that hardened into tight peaks at his touch. Mark cupped them in his hands, massaging her soft skin, before taking one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down gently, causing her to gasp, and then soothed it with his tongue.
Stella arched her back, moaning softly at the exquisite pleasure that coursed through her body. She looked down, her eyes locked on the glistening cock that still stood proudly before her. It was covered in their combined fluids.
Without a word, she knelt down and took him into her mouth. She began to clean him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting their sweet mixture. Her lips wrapped tightly around him, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
Mark groaned deeply, his hands finding their way to her hair, as she continued to worship him with her mouth. The sensation of her lips and tongue on his cock was almost too much to bear. He pushed forward, deeper into her throat, feeling the warm walls of her mouth wrap around him.
Stella gagged, tears forming in her eyes, as she felt him slide deeper into her throat. She pulled him deeper, her nose against his crotch. As he began to pulse, she knew that he was about to release.
His cock spurted his cum, washing her throat with his essence. She swallowed gratefully, savoring the taste of him as she looked up at him with satisfaction. Their eyes met, and they shared a moment of intense connection that left them both breathless.
"Stella," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You are truly incredible."
She smiled softly, her cheeks flushed. "I am yours completely." She whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper.