Chapter 70 - Callahan

Follow your instincts.

E leanor's veins were flooded with a similar drug to the one flowing through ours. Despite having been sedated for weeks, I was able to hear Myrtle speak. She'd told me all about the vials in her suitcase and what they did.

"In the event I'm having trouble enjoying things, I have something to make me just like you—hungry with lust. But, I don't see myself having to use it. I'm pretty excited to get things started."

I hadn't wanted to give it to Eleanor, but the voices in my head were too loud. They insisted and screamed at me. I couldn't take it anymore. I did it to save us both.

But now, we could barely get out of bed.

I lay on my back, resting. Eleanor had finally fallen asleep, but I was wide awake, my cock stiff and crying to be used.

I looked over and my eyes met Riot's.

My cock throbbed and my hand drifted to it, stroking it to the memory of our time in the junkyard. He'd been right. His blowjob had been better than any I'd ever had from a woman. Eleanor was good, but Riot? Riot was a professional at the craft.

Would I be good at it?

Riot rolled over, and his cock slid out from the blankets. My mouth watered at the sight of it.

Try it.

Could I? When the need initially took over, my mind was on how hard to fuck Eleanor. But now…

You can have anyone, just come.

Myrtle was wrong. I didn't need to breed. I just needed to fuck.

I moved over Eleanor and went to Riot. He'd been waiting for me it seemed, because he rolled to his back and encouraged me forward. My heart hammered excitedly in my chest as I opened my mouth and took his rigid length between my lips.

He tasted like the soap Eleanor had used on us just before falling asleep, paired with a natural taste I couldn't identify past… Riot.

He groaned and pushed my head deeper into him. I licked his shaft, savoring the feel of each pulsing vein. I reached down between my own legs and began to stroke as I sucked on him.

"Yeah, just like that, take me as deep as you can."

I relaxed my jaw and brought him to the back of my throat. He was warm and perfect. It felt so right, sucking his cock. I wanted more of these moments. I glanced over at Eleanor, sleeping soundly. What would she say if she woke up to this? Would she be upset, jealous, angry? Or would she understand?

Why don't you see? Wake her up.

I couldn't. I shook the voice away and focused on Riot's pulsing cock. He dripped pre-cum and I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting him. I worked my mouth faster, taking him deep, and stroking myself just as fast. Soon I came into my hand, and he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed the hot liquid happily.

We'd figure it out, I decided. We'd have to. I loved Eleanor. I'd loved her since we were kids, since the day I saw her in my Dad's shop. I'd liked her before, but I loved her then. And now, I loved Riot too. It wasn't something I'd intended, but I enjoyed our chats just outside the bunker. He was funny, smart, and attractive as hell. I wasn't sure how Eleanor or Riot felt about things, but I wasn't giving either of them up.

I fell asleep beside Riot, and when we all woke up later, the need to satisfy our lusts took over, and we found ourselves entangled in each other again.

"I want to try something," I muttered into the crook of Eleanor's neck. I held her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I found the more I allowed myself pleasure instead of resisting, the voices stopped. I could control things better this way. I didn't have to be so feral; I could stop myself from hurting Eleanor, if I just did things on my own, without prompting. And, I didn't need too much prompting. My cock was always hard now. Even after I came, it would relax for only a few moments before demanding attention again.

"Okay?"

"Lay down, put your head on the pillows, and relax your legs. Riot, come here." I reached over to the side table. I'd hidden something in there the last time I'd gotten up. I pulled out the large, purple dildo, and handed it to Riot.

He raised an attractive eyebrow at me, but did as ordered. He got down on all fours, and without being told, spread Eleanor's pussy and began to go down on her. Eleanor closed her eyes and groaned deeply. Riot brought the dildo to her entrance, and ran it up her slit, wetting it, and then pushed it inside her.

She gasped as Riot flicked his tongue over her clit and fucked her with the fake cock. I got up and went to the wall where Myrtle still hung. I gave her just a passing glance. It'd been a few days now, and none of us had the urge to eat or drink yet, nor had she begun to rot.

Odd , I thought before passing by her to pull a bottle of lubrication off the wall. I returned to the bed, where Riot had his ass in the air.

I ran my hand down his hairy, muscular thigh. Tattoos peppered the skin, making my cock weep with desire for him. I opened the bottle and oiled my cock. I didn't feel the need to prep and stretch Riot. I knew he'd been through this before. His asshole was going to take my cock greedily.

He parted his legs to allow me to move between them. I spread his cheeks and positioned myself against his entrance. I pushed inside him slowly, and sighed with relief and pleasure.

Now, everyone's happy.

A deep moan came from Riot's lips, and I almost came. I did that to him. I elicited that reaction from him. Me. My cock inside his ass.

"Fuck me, Cal," he growled.

I was slow at first, not wanting to bust too fast. His ass was warm and tight and I wanted to savor every moment. I squirted more lube on his hole and began to move.

The three of us moved in tandem, Riot fucking Eleanor while I fucked him.

We were all sweating and panting, and finally, Eleanor clutched the sheets with her orgasm, Riot came next, followed by me.

We collapsed, and then continued the day with various positions including the three of us. Riot let me try both receiving and giving, and I found I didn't have a preference. I liked it all. By the time we were falling asleep, we were all cuddled together, and it had been decided. It wasn't me and Eleanor, me and Riot, or Eleanor and Riot. It was all three of us. If we ever left this place, we'd be staying together.

But, did we want to leave? The rational side of my brain said yes. While we felt no hunger or thirst, eventually, our bodies would give out. We were too overtaken by our lust to care right now, but we still needed those things to live.

However, the voices in our heads were continuing to convince us otherwise. It was a never-ending battle. The only moments of pure clarity were when I was coming, pumping my load into someone's mouth, pussy, or ass.

I stood to stretch and found myself wandering over to Myrtle again. The thought returned to me. Why wasn't she showing any signs of decay? Surely there would be a smell.

I reached for her, and a chill went down my spine as I squeezed her hand.

Blood was still pumping in her veins.