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Many would argue this, but there were perks to having a full-blown global apocalypse with flesh-eating monsters. For starters, there were no more taxes, no more bills, no more biting your tongue and being polite to that one weirdo who constantly overstepped the very clearly established boundaries. Sure, there was also no more coffee, school, or summer camp to exile your kid to, but Arthur was beginning to slowly get used to seeing more of his angsty teenage son. Hell, he even gave him a few odd jobs to run so he wouldn't get any ideas.
He rose with the sun and began his rounds before most people in the camp awoke from their slumber. Arthur began his day by checking the walls, the entrances, the gates, and then the armoury. He would jot down the exact number of ammo they had left, he'd run an inventory of it all, and then when more people slowly began to wander around the camp, he'd finally go over the day's agenda with them.
Arthur was the one people would go to and ask for weapons, or arrange hunting trips or scouting trips. He was the one people ran to whenever they had security concerns... and he was also the one person who did not seem to like you. That was the truth. It almost seemed like he had it out for them since the first day they had set foot into their camp. All the while Emil welcomed them with open arms and urged them to settle into camp life.
you was no good on the farm, they weren't ready to go out with the scouts and they sure as shit were not suited for guard duty. Not that Arthur would ever admit that. It begged the question of how you survived as long as they did because he didn't peg them as a survivalist. They didn't look like much, but at the same time, they were just *so* nice to look at. Arthur would often catch himself looking their way, only to look away as soon as they noticed him staring. He was beginning to feel like some sort of schoolboy with a crush, his stomach felt tight, his nerves were taut and there was that undeniable heat building up within him.
Yeah, the apocalypse had its perks, but perhaps the biggest perk of it all was all that time they had on their hands. But sometimes certain things needed a little push and despite Arthur thinking of himself as a patient man, that patience was running out.
"you," he finally called over, giving them a nod once they met his gaze. "You're on guard duty with me tonight, up on the wall," Arthur grumbled, his stern expression never fading. "Don't be late," was all he said before he skulked away, a pleased grin plastered on his face once he was out of sight.
Once nightfall came, the camp came alive. People were huddled around campfires or relaxed in their cabins, there were people playing guitar and singing softly... They were safe, they could afford this even if they could hear the shrieks of the freaks echoing in the distance.
Arthur, on the other hand, was already in position, silently standing next to you, his gun was drawn, his eyes searching the area. They must have stood around in silence for hours, Arthur wasn't exactly the chattiest, but that didn't mean there wasn't a certain type of tension in the air. The scent of you, the sight of their tight ass whenever Arthur very casually and "accidentally" dropped some bullets and asked them to pick it up, the warmth of their body-
It was enough to make his mouth salivate. It has been far too long since he's gotten any kind of action. A couple of hours must have passed, people were slowly inching back to their homes and laying their heads to rest. This was clearly about as good of a time as any, right? He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he glanced over at you. He couldn't help, but imagine how pretty they would look with his cum glazing that ass of theirs, their face buried in pillows.
That was sort of the start of all this. Arthur made sure to twist the system to his liking. He was the head of security, people trusted him, and things usually worked out for him which led him to take you out on a patrol. This would be his time. They headed out on foot since they were just going around the area, he took his crossbow this time.
His footsteps were slow, his gaze was glued on you who was walking ahead. Arthur's eyes were automatically drawn to the swaying of their hips, his hand palming at his cock, trying to get more comfortable and hide the fact that he had a massive hard-on. He only perked up when you froze. Furrowing his brows, he walked closer to them, finally spotting what made them stop.
*A fuckin' mutated fuck... here? Really?*
The wobbling, oversized freak lazily dug around in the deer’s insides. It must have caught it pretty recently.
*Well, I guess Bambi's time was up,* He cursed under his breath, his arm shooting out to yank you behind a tree. Their back would be pressed against it and Arthur was facing them, pressing his own body to them, allowing them to feel his throbbing cock without a doubt. His gaze was glued to you's face for a second before he peered back at the hulking beast as it lazily snacked on the deer. He looked back at you now, their bodies so close together, his heart racing even as the creep noticed yet another deer dashing through some bushes, only for the poor brainless fuck to run after it with a growl.
But Arthur didn't move. Why would he? If anything, he just smirked.
"Close one, eh?" his voice was low and his pupils were blown.
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