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Nathan was running so hard his lungs were burning and all he could taste in his parched, dry mouth was the aggressive iron of his own blood. Pounding down the abandoned street he saw two big wooden doors hanging loosely on the side wall. Without looking back he dove in. This room was dark, almost damp, though water was such a scarcity. The windows were covered in mildew and dust so Nathan lay below them, hoping to see the shadows of his pursuers as they passed. Those shadows came, but slower than he hoped. And the noises. Footsteps, sure, of the guards who had seen him and raised the alarm, but also the mechanical clanking of robotic legs. Fuck, Nathan thought, they had a Guard unit.
Subconsciously he moved his hand down to his bag, as if that would protect the contents he had just stolen. But they needed the food so badly, and the water so much more than that. He’s gone, spat one of the men in anguish. Then let’s… began the other, before there was a crackle and the Guards comms unit came online. “In pursuit of the female”, came a voice from the radio, “move to intercept in the factory district”. Shit, they’re still on Ivy’s tail, thought Nathan. Rolling onto his stomach he raised his head to peak over the sill. The men and the Guard were moving back down the road. He thought of Ivy… he needed to do something. Grasping his bag he rose and dashed out of the far end of the room… hoping to beat them to her.
Ivy was breathing heavily, her jeans torn, knee bloodied when she dove under a low rolling door that was nearly closed. She lays on her back a moment, staring up at the dark, dripping ceiling above her. She runs a hand through her hair, her mind drifting. ‘How is this my life’ she wonders silently. But a drip of water that splashes onto her face – gods, she hopes it’s water – and the dull murmur of guards outside have her on her feet once more, wincing slightly. She stands, silent, gauging where the sounds outside are coming from. And then she starts to move slightly back, deeper into the abandoned factory, away from the metallic clanks and static-y radios.
Nathan looked up at the huge factory building. Long in disrepair with the remnants of cranes and machines, stripped for their parts, likening to a mechanical graveyard. God he hoped she was still ok. They’d only met a few days prior, and to be fair the relationship had been prickly and un-trusting, but just the thought of being alone again made a hollow pit of his stomach. He heard some shouting from within the building and he started running again until he had reached the outer wall. Just as he flattened against it there was a clash of glass from above him and he turned to see Ivy manoeuvring her legs over the broken window. There were more cries and shouts from further within. Ivy was reaching for a drainpipe next to the window, but it was barely scratched by her finger nails. Moving quickly Nathan tried a nearby door, it was locked. Taking a few steps back he ran and rammed his shoulder hard against it. The impact shattered the long rusted bolts and he fell in, his arm numb and lifeless. Rushing to the nearest staircase, Nathan ran up until he was on the same floor as Ivy. A guard, barely ten feet away turned in surprise and raised a crowbar, Nathan hit him at full speed, driving the wind from his lungs and crumpling him to the floor. Ivy jump! he cried.
The panic had started to set in; Ivy had developed an immunity to that over these few, terrible years…or so she’d thought. But out on that ledge, unable to reach the pipe, and with the guard closing in, she thought this might be the end. Then, suddenly, a blur comes out of seemingly nowhere and she sees Nathan slam into the guard, knocking him out cold. Ivy gapes for a moment before she regathers her wits and, turning, jumps down. Remembering to tuck and roll as she lands, she still grunts with a bit of pain at the impact. Still, she’s able to get to her feet almost immediately, and her eyes climb the wall to look in the window. “Nathan!” she calls out in a muted voice, so as to not alert others to their position. “Nathan come on!” She’ll admit, these days they’d spent together weren’t altogether unpleasant, even if too many hard lessons had taught her not to trust people, get close to them. But something about Nathan…she shook her head, wiping away those thoughts.
Aiming eryaman escort one good kick and the guards stomach to ensure he wouldn’t pursue them, Nathan turned and moved towards the window. Suddenly a colossal bang whited out his vision and left a ringing in his ears, collapsing back against the door frame Nathan shook his head to try and get his wits about him. As the picture began to reform he looked out and back down the corridor. A Guard, the same machine he’d seen back down the street was slowly and relentless plodding towards him, its bright torch fixed on the doorway. Noticing him, the light swooped down until Nathan was blinded. Rolling sideways and into the room he was showered in brick and mortar as the robot destroyed the doorway with another shot. Getting up as quickly as he could, Nathan ran at the window. Grabbing the window frame he threw his legs out and pivoted to the left, his feet clattering into the drainpipe that Ivy had been reaching for. Grabbing at it he slid down and took her hand. For a second they looked at each other, so much to communicate and process but absolutely no time. ‘What a fucked up way to meet someone’, Nathan thought. Holding her hand tight, they sprinted back towards the town, the torchlight of the mechanised beast barely missing their heels as it surveyed the ground from the window ledge.
They sprint, nearly nonstop, the adrenaline fuelling their escape until they reach the outskirts of the nearby town. It’s only then Ivy realizes she’s still holding Nathan’s hand, which she drops, an almost embarrassed look on her face. Her eyes dart away from him, her fingers running roughly through her hair again. Panting, she gasps out, “Almost to safety,” and takes off in the direction of their hideout, the basement of a nearby house. She uncovers the hidden entrance to the shelter and waves Nathan in, her eyes darting around to look for danger. Satisfied they’re going unwatched, she ducks in after Nathan and covers up the entrance before closing it. She nearly collapses onto the ground, her body spent from the intensity of the day.
“I remember”, Nathan began as he dropped the bag in exhaustion and slowly stepped over the bucket of water in the corner “a Christmas, maybe 8 years back, when getting a turkey was almost as frantic as that”. He scooped up some water and splashed at his face, ensuring every last drop fell back into the bucket, such was it’s importance to them. He turned to regard Ivy. Sat against the wall, his gaze slowly made its way up from her loose fitting boots, up the jeans that were so ripped he could almost see more of her dark, rich skin than denim, and beyond that up to her firm, round… Nathan blinked and removed his leather jacket. He saw her arm, blood running thick and red from shoulder to elbow. Grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, he ripped away a strip and moved over to her. ‘Here’ he said, crouching down next to her. He took her arm and looked at the wound. The cut was deep, but seemed clean, so he wrapped the fragment of fabric around her arm, noticing despite himself the feel of her soft cool flesh against his hands. Her scent rose to his nostrils and among the dust and sweat he could pick out a sweetness that was near intoxicating. He looked at her and their eyes locked.
Ivy held Nathan’s gaze for a long time…’Too long’ something screamed in her mind and she jerked her head away. “Thanks” she mumbled, stumbling away from him. She moved over to a nearby chair, planting herself in it. Ivy began to inspect the scrape on her knee, wincing as she poked at it. She dug through her nearby pack, grabbing some of that healing gel that had become so popular right before things…went bad. She tried to spread it but her jeans kept getting in the way. Not wanting to waste it, she looked up slightly bashfully at Nathan. “Ummm…turn away,” she mumbled once more before she slid her jeans off to properly apply the gel. She sighed as she felt it begin to mend the broken skin of her leg.
“Sure thing”. Nathan turned away as he always did, silently lamenting the lack of mirrors in their room. He took off his dusty, bloody t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. He undid his belt and began to lower his jeans. As he pulled the last leg off he heard Ivy sigh, so he turned. “You alright Ivy…” he began and then stopped as his breath caught in his mouth. escort ankara Her legs were so long, their smooth curves so different to everything that was so harsh and dirty these days. He could see the undulation of her upper thigh as it met her underwear and just the sight of it seemed to slow time. She was so beautiful. Quickly spinning back around Nathan muttered his apologies. “I thought you were in pain, sorry” he said. But the thoughts weren’t going away and he grabbed at a new pair of trousers to better conceal the effects of them.
Ivy’s eyes snap open at his words – she missed seeing his unintentional peek. But from the way he’s turned – and the embarrassment of his posture – she can guess what happened. Still….she can’t find it in herself to be upset about it. “It’s okay Nathan. I mean…you really can’t have too many worries nowadays, you know?” Almost as if reinforcing the point to herself, Ivy finds her eyes roaming over the young man’s nearly naked body, covered only by his briefs. She feels her mouth get a little dry at the sight of his muscled back and shoulders. Blinking rapidly, she stands up and walks over to him, her jeans left behind at the chair. “It’s okay, seriously,” she says, resting a hand on his shoulder.
The touch of his hand on his shoulder felt like a fire that send a warmth and shock through his whole body. The cold and the trepidation seemed to fall away as Nathan turned to her. Ivy stood there, just a thin white t-shirt and black panties protecting her from the world. She looked at once both helpless and yet master of herself, her dark eyes piercing with intent, fixed on his. He looked down at her hand resting on his shoulder and back up at hers. Her gaze did not flinch, nor did she move as he reached for hip, wrapping his hand around her waist tightly and slowly pulling her into him. He locked his lips with hers, their softness encouraging and demanding. Nathan’s other hand wrapped around the back of her head pressing her into him, their bodies forced together tightly and unwavering. Unable to hold himself back from her and this moment, Nathan’s mouth moved round to her neck, drinking in her scent and her eagerness as he kissed her neck and bit her earlobe; consumed by his desire for her, to take her.
At first, Ivy didn’t really respond – she couldn’t, not with the internal war being waged in her head. Part of her, the part worn down and jaded by the horrors of the world she now lived in, told her not to let this happen, not to let him get this close. Another voice popped up – driven, she suspected, by her own desire. ‘Just do it’ the voice said. ‘It’s meaningless fun. It won’t do any harm to just give yourself this release,’ the voice argued. But another part of her – a deeper, wiser part – knew that wasn’t true. Even having spent only a few days with Nathan told her she was falling for him. Falling like she hadn’t since the world went to shit. But all that internal conflict in her mind quieted the moment his lips met the nape of her neck – in that moment, instinct took over and she grabbed his face, crushing her lips to his, her tongue exploring his mouth.
As soon as her tongue entered his mouth and danced with his, Nathan knew that the feeling of her body pressed against him was not enough. They needed to be closer, he needed to feel her and put his weight on her and connect with her that much more. He moved his hands down and cupped her ass, lifting her up into the air and without ever stopping the frantic kiss they were engaged in he walked her over to their desk. The maps and old lamp were quickly swept aside as he perched her on the edge of the desk, standing between her legs. He grabbed some of her hair to pull her head back so they could breathe for a moment and he could get that all important confirmation. She looked at him, mouth still half open as though not yet recovered from the aggression of their impassioned kiss. Holding his gaze between her long brown locks, Ivy nodded slightly. Nathan pulled her head to him and locked against her lips again. Immediately letting go of her his hands worked swiftly down her back until he had two handfuls of her small black panties. With one grunted effort they ripped apart and fell down between her legs. Pushing her ass towards him Nathan pressed himself against her so she could feel him from sincan escort beneath his briefs as he pressed against her heat.
Ivy whimpers – it’s been so long…so long since she’d done anything like this. She’d begun to think she’d only know the comfort of her own fingers from now on. But this…this is so much better. She hooks her legs around Nathan, pulling the two of them closer together still. She reaches down with one hand between them, reaching inside Nathan’s briefs to grip his stiff cock. “Fuck…you’re so hard…” she murmurs as she begins to stroke him.
Nothing had given Nathan such a feeling of heat and desire since the event first started, when Ivy’s hand snaked around his cock and squeezed he let out a sharp breath and held her forehead against his as his mouth stayed open. Flicking his eyes up to meet hers, Nathan just murmured “I want you”. With the slightest of nods he reached down to grab his cock as position it at her entrance. The heat coming from her was so real and enticing. Grabbing Ivy’s back to steady her, Nathan pressed the head of his cock against her. Opening to envelop him, they both gasped and he held still for a second as the neurons and electricity crackled along every sinew of his body.
Ivy felt vulnerable in that moment, opening herself up to Nathan. She pressed her lips softly against his in a tender kiss, savouring the feeling as the head of his cock pulsed inside her. The moment faded, transformed into something more raw and primal then. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him in deep, plunging his cock into her folds. “Oh fuck!” she cried, her head tossed back.
The animalistic moment drove Nathan into a frenzy. He picked her up again and almost threw Ivy up the desk. Grabbing her legs he pulled her back down and wrapped her heels around his neck. He pushed himself inside her again and, holding her hips, began to thrust into her deeply. The way she moaned and grabbed at his thighs with her nails was so intense that Nathan could feel his cock becoming so sensitive. Each thrust was bringing him closer to filling this beautiful girl with every drop of cum he could possibly shoot. But he wasnt done yet. Pulling out to give himself some time, Nathan simply ordered, “turn over”. Ivy obeyed and flipped herself, feet back on the floor and her cute ass facing him, her pussy still so wet and inviting. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Nathan moved up until his head was next to hers. Kissing her neck again he felt her shiver with anticipation at which point he drove into her once more.
Ivy didn’t know how Nathan knew how she liked to be fucked – how she NEEDED to be fucked – but he was. She gripped the table with one hand, the other thrust into his hair, with his head near her neck. “Oh fuck…fuck me harder Nathan…harder!” Ivy cries out, her pussy squeezing tight around him as he drives her closer and closer to orgasm
Nathan grabbed both her arms and pushed her hands together, grasping them with his he held her tight as his cock slammed against her. Looking down he noticed her legs, almost weak with desire just slightly bent, each of his thrusts causing them to shake with the impact. The way her pussy held him; almost clamped with the passion and heat of the moment drove him over the edge. He reached forward and grabbed her throat, pulling her head back so that her back was now arched up to him. “I’m gonna cum!” Nathan grunted, his thrusts slowing, but the depth and power increasing, each one forcing Ivy’s waist against the table edge as she moaned with each impact.
His thrusts so good she saw stars, Ivy cried out, “Yes Nathan, yes! Cum for me! Cum deep in my tight…little…!” Her own orgasm perched at its edge, ready to push over….and with each slam of her body against the table, it got closer to its peak, until….with a sharp cry, and an exquisite arch of her body, Ivy came hard, her body shaking, her pussy squeezing tight around Nathan’ thick cock.
As Ivy arched against him in orgasm, Nathan’s body contorted pressing her back into the table, her body tight under his. With one last thrust, pressing himself into her as far as his cock could, Nathan erupted, cum spewing out in bursts, his cock twitching and thrusting with each shot, coating her inner walls. Holding Ivy tight, Nathan shook with each pulse as he held her until the sensation began to wane.
Ivy slowly came down from her orgasm, feeling Nathan finally slip out of her. She whirled around then, grabbing his face, staring up into it for a moment…before pressing a very soft kiss to his lips once more.
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