episode 2

-Well that's the last chest then!- the man said- I hope you'll find yourself at home now, uh... girl? I don't think I know your name.

-Cherry!- the girl replied enthusiastically- I forgot to mention it earlier, sorry!

-That's okay, I also forgot to free a room in case someone else would show up, haha. As you can see we've been pretty busy. -he patted the red-haired woman's belly gently, she was clearly pregnant.

-Feel free to decorate however you like, Cherry!- smiled the young woman- I'd help you but he doesn't like me doing much now that there's two months left.

-Well Iris let the girl settle in, now. If you need me I'll be out checking on the farms a while.- the man grabbed an old looking shotgun and walked out of the room.

-Thanks for letting me stay, mister!- Cherry shouted at the man as he left, turning to face the woman she added- I'm sure we two are going to get along great!- she hugged the woman tightly, their breasts pressed together.

-Hehe, you're an enegetic girl.- said Iris slightly embarrassed- Someone needs to make dinner, so I'll be on my way.


The woman left the room and started preparing the meal. For over half a year she had been living in that house now, shared with the man who had rescued and given her life a meaning.
She had never questioned their life together, simply assuming it would just the two of them until the end of days... and their progeny of course. Since the first moment he had taken her, the woman had submitted wholly to her role as life-giver, thrilled with the idea of repaying his efforts to keep them safe with strong boys and girls to populate the land around them.


-Iris!- a squeaky voice said loudly, breaking the silence of the kitchen and taking her out of her musings.

Startled, the woman turned around to meet the gaze of the party girl- Oh! Heavens please don't do that, Cherry. Did you want anything?

-Yeah! I wanna see the farm, do you think I could? I wouldn't bother him right? I wouldn't want to bother him! He seems pretty busy!- the woman noticed a smidge of some pink-ish gel on the girl's upper lip, but was soon distracted by her incessant chatter.

-Oh... Right, sure I'm certain he won't mind. I'll call both of you when dinner is done.- She replied, glad to get her peace and quiet back, however brief it would be.


The party girl ran out of the house with thundering steps, and Iris was vaguely conscious of her shouting in awe at what she could only guess were the lava farms. How the entire atmosphere of the house had changed since that morning, she thought, and wondered if it would be permanent.
A few boiling pots and sizzling frying pans later, the sun had gone down and dinner was served. Since her pregnancy had become apparent, he had made it clear she was not to leave the house at night; it was still a fairly small house in itself, although he had doubled down on his work to make it secure and had built some impressive fortifications- he had even made a small bunker in case of something he referred to as a "blood moon".


She left the kitchen with the idea of calling them out from the back door, but passing by her own room, she noticed Cherry's door halfway open. She stood in the hallway a moment while curiosity got the best of her- What harm can it do anyway?- she asked the empty house, before opening the door fully to get a peek and walk in.
The girl definitely liked pink. She had painted the lampshades, wardrobe, curtains, rug and just about anything imaginable pink; then topped it all off with multicolor party balloons lingering on the ceiling. As she walked to the other side of the bed, she felt her shoe sinking into something viscous, and lifted it immediately- And what would you be?- Iris wondered to herself, recognizing a splat pink gel-like substance from before.
She crouched and carefully touched the gel with a finger. It was pleasantly warm, even though it must've been lying there for over an hour. The substance was sticky, wierdly consistent and it had a strong strawberry scent. When she shook it off her finger it refused to go off completely, and then she got the idea of just licking it off her finger. She'd just lick it off, what could it do to her anyway? She'd slide her finger across her lips, as if it were lipstick. Yes, she'd let it linger there, just enough to revel in the sweet scent, then roll her tongue all over it, greedily making it all into a warm, delicious mass. She'd mix it with her saliva and play with it with her tongue, dilluting it until it just slid down of its own volition, warming her throat and stomach from the inside.


-We're back and starving, love!- a male voice saluted from the entrance, returning clarity to her senses. She almost panicked as she stood up and wiped the gel on the girl's bed, walking out to the hallway not before noticing her blushing cheeks on the mirror.- Dear?- the man insisted.

-Oh, um I was. I was checking the backyard to see if you were coming. You guys shouldn't be out so late, dinner was getting cold!- She said as she walked towards the kitchen, feeling a familiar slickness between her legs.


Dinner was pleasant and lively, with Cherry retelling everything single thing she had seen that evening, from slimes jumping off to their deaths in lava to the few zombies the man had blown appart in their way back home. Pleasant as it was, she couldn't be more thankful when an hour later all the dishes were done and she was wishing the exhausted girl a good night.


-Good night to you too, auntie Iris!- Cherry cheerfully said, holding back a yawn. She hugged the woman like she had before and looked at her in the eyes before giving her a quick peck on the lips and letting go. At least she didn't have that pink gel on her anymore, Iris though, with a mixed feeling of relief and disappointment.

-I know someone who should go to bed as well...- said the man as he held her from behind, his hand sliding gently across her belly and his lips touching her neck in the way he just knew got her going every time. She smiled as she thought of his face when he saw her already soaked and waiting to receive him.


Sometimes it's not enough to try. They tried not to be loud, they tried to be considerate with the new girl, but sometimes to try is of little use.
Her pregnancy had only inflamed his passion for her. Two months into it she knew it wouldn't change; she'd catch him watching her cook from the corner of his eye, and she'd always put on a little show for him. Just a little bending over here, wiping her sweat there, maybe some stretching... More than once it had ended up with him whispering sweet nothings to her as she felt his rough hands clearing the way for him to take what he wanted, and give her what she needed.
This time there were whispers only in the beginning, his finger found her in a heat only comparable to when they first met. And when his throbbing member pushed inside her she squirmed, she bit her lip, dug her nails into his muscles and she screamed. Only when he groaned in her ear and held her tight, releasing himself inside her she felt in peace. His seed painting her warm insides white.
They rested there for longer than usual, panting in a pool of sweat, and even when he dozed off to sleep after kissing her goodnight she briefly fell asleep herlsef. She knew she couldn't sleep like that though, so she eventually got up, threw her robe over her naked skin and walked to the bathroom to wash herself.

His seed was thick, with a powerful scent and a bittersweet taste that always reminded her of her little ritual. She'd take a shower after they were done, and before pushing it out to clean herself, she'd slowly glide her thin fingers inside her jewel, taking some of his juice out and tasting it under the warm water. She had consciously held it inside her the first time, though, for an entire day she hadn't let a drop slip out. She liked to think that first night was the night he impregnated her.
Far past midnight, she walked out of the bathroom, refreshed and clean. She went into the kitchen to get some water, yet on her way back something caught her fancy again.


-Her door is open again...- she thought to herself, standing in the hallway. She pressed her back against the wall instinctively as she heard movement, and listened. A sort of shuffling noise was coming from inside the girl's room. She stood there for some time, listening to the infrequent lower noises she could hear, were they gasps?
Iris decided to get a little closer and approached the door, nearing the opening. The shuffling was definitely rythmic, and there were some other erratic noises like gasping and muffled moaning. A wet rubbing undertone was also present, and the woman moved to peek through the open door. Although initially dark, the lava lamp inside her room shifted just well enough to give her a full view, and the red-haired woman couldn't believe her eyes.


The young girl was wearing only her pink skirt, and she rested on top of the blanket, facing away from the door. Her back was arched forwards impressively deep, and her arms were latched around her knees, curling her into a ball. Her face was almost entirely lost between her legs, and her body rocked back and forth, with the wet sounds of her tongue and lips clearly running wild over her sex. That would've been shocking enough, if not for what the shift in light next revealed.
The pink haired girl's tongue rolled with lust over the tip of a pink, small cock that rose from her groin. Mesmerized, Iris just kept watching her lick herself, almost straining to reach deeper and lick faster, groaning with her little mouth full of her own flesh. Sometimes she'd release her cock with a wet "plop", and breathe heavily, panting her hot breath over her tip and making her whole body shiver. But such releases were short-lived as she would contort again to force more of her glistening dick inside her mouth. Iris noticed her own breath growing agitated, her cheeks flushed by the sight at hand as the sucking noises became more and more prevalent over the creaking of the bed. The air around her seemed to grow heavier, denser and hot with desire, she dropped to her knees and a hand slipped under her robe to her gushing slit.
Yet as soon as she started, the girl ended. Cherry's hips shook uncontrollably as she reached her climax, a deep moan emanated from behind her blocked throat and her cheeks distended visibly, trying to make room for an impossibly large load. She swallowed, one, two, three mouthfuls before releasing her cock from its wet sheath and relaxing on her back. Yet her member kept shooting that familiar pink gel all across her tiny body, covering her chest, face and bed in the sweet-scenting fluid, that glittered in the low light of the lava lamp.
Iris's mind grew foggy as she desperately reached within her sex trying to please herself, but she believed she saw the member engorge and grow with every load she released. The once tiny dick, reached almost up to the girl's small breasts now, lazily drooling over her body. She was inches from her own climax as she watched the palpitating member shake in the aftermath of the orgasm, when she realized the girl wasn't panting anymore. Cherry's wide-open eyes were locked straight on her. Her lustful gaze crawling over Iris' exposed skin as her robe laid around her on the floor. The young woman sat on her knees covered in sweat, her hair messy, her face red with unfulfilled desire while her fingers tried frantically to grant her relief.
The pink girl smiled and held her now gigantic cock with both hands, pulling hard on it and displaying herself to the entranced woman, and with a last moan fired a single, thick salvo of pink, glittering semen in her direction. Iris's gaping mouth accepted it hungrily, and her own juices made a puddle on the floor as it splatted on her lips and filled her mouth with its warmth and sweetness.