July 2, 2025; Clay slowly opened his eyes, and blinked a few times, trying to clear sleep out of his eyes as he woke up way too early. He could see Tonya's shoulder-length black hair moving up and down in the dim flickering light from a candle sitting on a dresser. Slowly, rhythmically. Ahh, he felt so relaxed. One eye opened fully to see what the hell was going on for sure as he still felt groggy.

  Tonya popped his rock-hard cock out of her mouth and twirled her tongue around the tip, running it along the edge and teasing the nerve cluster with a light flicker. Then warmth as she nearly inhaled his engorged member.

  A smile splayed across his face as he relaxed back onto the soft bed. This was fucking great. What a way to wake up!

  She popped it back out and worked it up and down as she fiddled with something underneath her. Was she taking off her pants?

  He felt movement and then both eyes snapped open. Tonya had straddled him, one well-proportioned leg on either side of him as she positioned herself above his cock and gently slipped onto it. Her tight wet pussy clenched in pleasure even as she tried to work it farther and farther into her pink velvet-like slit. She was fucking naked, her light-green skin seemed to glitter in the candlelight as the light from the flame danced across her lithe, toned body.

  In the flickering light, he could see her puffy pink nipples standing on end as she worked slowly up and down until he was fully inside of her. She just looked at him, her hands moving up to his chest as she bit her lip and moaned.

  She was already working her hips back and forth and Clay could feel her fingernails as she started to moan, "Umm... Uhh... Yeah, that's it..." As she moved in in a slow rhythmic motion. Clay saw her eyes closed as she licked her lips and started to buck slightly harder as she hit her button just right over and over. Her pussy clenching as she squeezed in pleasure.

  He slowly moved his left hand as she raised her right hand and grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple as she moaned again. He moved his hand up behind her and with a mischievous thought, gave her right butt cheek a good slap and grabbed it as he did so. Her eyes popped open with a surprised "Ahh!" And then her reddish eyes sparkled with lust as she rocked harder and harder, raising up to let him see her fully in the flickering candlelight.

  He grabbed her other breast, squeezing it gently as he took his other hand and slipped it in between his thigh and hers, easily rolling her over onto the large bed as he positioned her leg over his shoulder. He slowly worked his hips back and forth nearly pulling all the way out before sliding it back in as she arched her back and moaned "Yes, yes.." in pleasure. Her hands clutched at his thighs trying to pull him in as she started bucking against him in rhythm to his motions.

  He let go of her breast and licked his fingers as he dropped his left hand down to her clit and gently worked it around in a slight circular motion as he stroked in and out, faster and faster until he felt her clench and quiver as she pulled him down onto her as her leg slipped down and she wrapped them around him, using her heels to spur him deeper as he felt himself release inside her. Tension seemed to melt from him as she caressed his back, holding him tightly in an intimate embrace as she lay there still quivering.

  He couldn't say how long they lay there, but a thin stream of muted light was peeking through a small crack in the curtains. Tonya lay asleep next to him on the bed. A small almost victorious-looking smile on her light-green features. One pointed ear tip stuck out from her shoulder-length black hair, her chest moving up and down as she slept.

  He shook his head. What was he going to do? He sighed inwardly and slowly sat up, swinging his legs out from under the quilt and off the bed. He looked around and decided he'd take a shower. He stood making sure not to uncover the peacefully sleeping Tonya as he did. He took two steps towards the bathroom door and stopped midway across the room as the door silently opened.

  "Uh.. uhh... Just a second! Uhh.. I'm not dressed damn it!" He exclaimed. Not very loud though he didn't want to wake everyone in the house up. To his horror, Sigrid slid in the door and closed it.

  Clay heard a distinct"click" as she locked it behind her back. He moved to cover himself and then stopped. She was definitely fucking purring! He could hear it halfway across the damn room. The curtain had parted more from the air current as Sigrid had entered and he could see her eyes roaming over him.

  She licked her fucking lips! He gulped, suddenly feeling like a very cornered man.

  Her attention was solely on him as he realized she was wrapped in a large red bathrobe that had been hanging downstairs in the bathroom and her light brown hair was still damp. She strode forward slowly, like a cat stalking prey, as she did so she let the robe fall to the floor.

  "Sigrid, I.." He gestured to the bed, "We just.." He couldn't take his eyes off of her. No fucking way was this happening!

  "You're strong Clay, and kind. I know you can see my... attributes." She stepped closer and pulled something out from behind her where she'd been keeping one hand hidden. What the hell was that? Clay thought as she held it up in front of her. A necklace? He couldn't tell, he was fucking frozen. His brain wasn't fucking firing! He knew he should do something, try to persuade her that she was much too young for him or something. But he just stood there looking at her slim athletic body stepping closer, and closer. Her smaller B-cup breasts soft nipples were not yet hard as she moved closer like a cat about to pounce.

  The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and for some damn reason, his second brain kicked on instead.

  Sigrid stepped closer. "I can see you're attracted to me." She took the last step and was nearly directly in front of him. She slowly extended a finger and traced the scar running down his chest and then moved to the others caused by the giant mutated plant.

  "But..." She smiled at him with a mischievous grin as she took her hand away. "I think I love you, Clay. And I..want to be your woman." His legs still wouldn't fucking work! She raised up to put the necklace around his neck and slid the simple clasp, a simple small canine, through the braided loop. Her nipples instantly went hard as she brushed up against him.

  He managed to say something finally! "Sigrid, I'm flattered, really I am. But I'm only one man." He gestured at the fucking bed, Tonya's sleeping face visible but Sigrid never took her eyes off him!

  She took her hands away from the necklace and placed a finger on his lips as she slowly let herself back down, her hard nipples tracing down his chest. She was pretty tall but still only came up to his collarbone. He moved his hands to grab her arms gently and as he did she grasped his erection and squeezed gently as she used the other hand to push him towards the bathroom.

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  His traitorous fucking legs seemed to move on their own at her gentle push. "I know I'm not going to be your only woman Clay." She tugged on his cock softly and hooked a thumb at the sleeping Tonya. They went through the door and he quickly found himself against the bathroom sink. She pounced on him, as he tried to push away from the counter to gain some room. Her long athletic legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck and shoulder. She kissed him, biting his lip as she worked her hips against him.

  "But I WILL be one of them." She said grabbing a handful of coppery brown hair and pulling his head back. Her other hand tugged again as she tried to guide him into her. He twisted around, trying to place her on the counter. She used the motion to quickly loosen one leg and push the door closed behind them! She attached herself to his neck, kissing him hard as she let out a giggle and wiggled her hips just right as her pussy slipped over his engorged member already moaning as she continued to pull on his hair, her fingers locked onto it, her rock hard nipples rubbing on his chest as their naked bodies moved together.

  "Fuck it..." Clay said as he let go of his hesitation and moved her up and down as he made it the three paces to the walk-in shower. And turned the water on, it was a little hotter than he'd normally like but again... fuck it. He clicked the shower on and pushed Sigrid up against the wall as he grabbed her light brown hair and pulled her hair back enough to reach her soft neck as he kissed her, again and again, working his way down to her breasts as she let out a gasp and slumped against him.

  "Oh no," he said softly, "we're not done yet." He kissed her on her full red lips as the steam rolled around them, their tongues dancing as Clay gently pulled out and turned her around, repositioning his hold on her hair so as not to pull it painfully as he spread her legs a little wider, playing with her pussy as he forced her over. He pulled her head back up, his other hand causing her back to arch as he slipped his erect cock back into her sopping-wet slit. She gasp as he moved in and out his nut sack slapping against her bare clit as her legs shook.

  "FUCK ME! Yes.. yes.. Harder!" She called in between the moans of ecstasy as she braced herself against the tiled wall, pushing back against him as he worked up to his own release. But he didn't stop, only slowed and released her hair as he grabbed her slender hips and continued to pump back and forth until his dick was rock hard again.

  Sigrid pulled away, her knees weak as she turned towards him and dropped down, grabbing his cock and virtually attacking it with her mouth and tongue as she cupped his balls gently massaging them as she sloppily sucked. Right as he was about to blow his load again she pulled it out with a "Pop!" And worked it back and forth until he blew thick cum all over her face as she rubbed her lips up and down the underside of his pulsing dick.

  "Umm, that was fucking great." She pinched his ass as they washed up in the shower. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

  "I'd be fuckin' lying if I said I didn't like that!" Clay exclaimed as he slapped her perfect round bubble butt. "I just don't know if I can manage everything, Sigrid." He turned her towards him, and looking into her green, cat-like eyes he asked, "Why me Sigrid? I don't get it. Why do you want me, even knowing Jill and Tonya are interested in me.."

  "Oh, don't forget Dawn and your new 'wife' Samantha." She gave him a mischievous grin. "Oh yeah, everyone knows what's going on Clay, except for you it seems." She giggled at his look and then stepped into him, the water rolling off their bare skin. "As to why I want you Clay. I have no hope of ever making it back to my home country. I'm not stupid either. I NEED you Clay..." With that, she gave him a wink and stepped out and started drying off. Wrapped herself back up in the bathrobe outside and let herself out as he was finishing washing up.

  As he made his way out of the open bathroom door he noticed that Tonya wasn't in the bed anymore. As he dried off, he felt his back burning and knew it had been from Sigrid's claws. He ran a hand through his hair as he managed to get dressed and ready for the day finally. He stopped at the door and took a deep breath, and gathered his thoughts before walking out the door. It was only about seven thirty or so in the morning and as he made his way downstairs he could hear people moving about, starting their day early.

  Samantha immediately spotted him and disappeared causing him to grimace. Jill on the other hand flashed him a big smile and asked, "Hey Hun, are you planning on going anywhere today? Anna and Martha managed to get the Gator running earlier and mentioned you might be going scavenging?" She asked, bubbly and smiling like she had been while they worked at the warehouse before the Sky Rain.

  He nodded, "Sure am, Dear. I need to go retrieve some more supplies as soon as possible." He needed to get back to the Founders farm, Loyd had said he'd have more supplies ready for him but he hadn't wanted him to take Samantha or the boys back.

  "Okay then, I'm going with you." She beamed as she disappeared before he could say he was actually going to take Luke or Sigrid.

  But then Freya called for him from the cellar. "Uncle Clay, can you come down here for a minute, please? We finished the list of supplies last night while you were securing livestock and canned meats." He started towards the stairs, someone had moved the table into the corner of the living room and the shot-up couch outside onto the porch. The table had supplies on it, including an oil lamp, slightly dark from use.

  He could hear Erin and Dolly talking about the animals and something about shelters as they ate something that smelled good through the screen door. He stopped at the top of the cellar steps and grinned. He could see the mason jars neatly stacked up on the counter with the canned meat he'd brought back from the Founders farm. Several were missing.

  "Yeah, what's up?" He asked stepping down onto the stairs, taking them slowly so he didn't catch his head on the floor above as he entered. His niece had her glasses on as she flipped through a neatly written notebook. A serious business-like look on her light-green face. Livia sat nearby, a tablet in her hand.

  "Hey, Uncle Clay. I've got a report for you." Freya said instantly launching into it. "As of July 2, we have just under four months of dried grains and canned perishables that have to be eaten before they go bad." She paused, flipping the page. "Thanks to what you brought last night we now have about one month of canned meats and a few other things like seven cans of Spam, etcetera." She looked up at him and continued with a smile, "We also collected nine eggs this morning." She nodded as he could start to smell not just fried meat, but eggs too! "These numbers are based on our current number of survivors and the recommended daily intake." She sighed. "I'm afraid we're going to need more meat sooner rather than later, Uncle Clay."

  "Great work you two." He flashed them both a smile and gave Freya a pat on her shoulder. "I'm planning on getting some more today, don't worry."

  "Husband." Came a soft, voice from above him in the kitchen. He turned to see Samantha standing at the top of the stairs, her head slightly bowed, eyes down and away. "I brought you breakfast. Please come and eat." Samantha said, very, very softly. It almost sounded like she was pleading.

  Clay hesitated for a moment as he saw Freya's eyes light up and a smile spread across her face. "Of course, I'll be there in a moment." He paused and turned back to Freya and Livia. "Keep up the good work. Have Erin and Dolly tell you what grains we'll need for the animals please." He saw her nod as he turned and walked up the stairs. He could hear her giggling behind him and chose to ignore it.

  As he came out of the front door he saw Samantha standing at the railing, his breakfast sitting just to the side of her on the railing still steaming in the cool morning air. He stepped over next to her and said, "Thank you."

  She just bowed her head slightly and said, "Husband." So softly he almost didn't hear her, and went back to looking at the valley. He ate the plate of food quietly, the eggs and spam tasted pretty fucking great.

  He couldn't take it anymore as he finished his plate. He had to say something! "Look, Samantha, I..." He began.

  "Husband, could we spend some time together?" Samantha said, nervously biting her lip as she shyly looked at him. She wrung her plain black blouse as she waited for his answer.

  He stopped, mentally scowling at himself as he saw her face. "Uhh, sure can. How about after dinner tonight?" Clay asked rather tactfully he thought.

  "As you wish, Husband." She bowed slightly and took his empty plate and fork.

  "How are Jim and Tom doing?" He asked her, noticing her eyes following Jim and Lea as they helped Sigrid with working on the hides she was attempting to tan.

  She had been about to turn away but stopped. "I think Jim might be growing up much sooner than I thought." She shrugged. "Tom won't speak after Eric died... But he's been hanging out with that girl, Sonya I think." Samantha said, still quietly but she seemed almost appreciative that he had asked about them.

  "Good, if you need anything just ask my niece Freya, she'll see what we can do about it and if she can't figure it out just tell me." He told her. He watched her walk away and then realized he was watching her walk away and decided he needed coffee. Apparently Samantha wasn't a coffee person and hadn't known he was. He summoned his favorite tin cup and filled it out of the coffee pot inside the house.

  Taking a sip he walked out to the shed greeting Anna and Martha with a "Good morning" as he strode up to the Gator where the two women were talking. He could see Tom and Sonya working on something on a makeshift table in the back of the shed.

  "Good morning Mr Clay." They both chimed at the same time as he leaned on the Gator with one arm as he took a sip of coffee.

  "I heard you got it running?" He asked.

  "Sure did," Anna said. "Even put an extra gas can on the back in case you need it." She shrugged. "The damn battery is holding good charge too, surprisingly." She patted the top of the cab.

  "Awesome work! Thank you. This'll make getting resources much easier." He said with a grin on his face. He took another sip of coffee. They chatted a little bit more and then he took his leave to go and find Jill. He wanted to get the day started, and his first task was the Founder's farm. He wanted to reassure them Samantha and their grandsons were safe and pick up some more supplies Loyd had spoken about.

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