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him. 
    He was a little disgusted with himself, and ashamed. 
But she was entirely too tempting, too beautiful, and too damned willing to
please his every desire and whim, for that to make one whit of
difference.  He didn’t want to stop and he could see eagerness and lust in
her eyes as she took him deep inside her mouth over and over. 
    Her silken lips sliding along his most sensitive skin,
engulfing him in the warm wet heat of her mouth.
    She was amazing at it, and he’d never had a better blowjob
as she pleased him with her mouth and both hands, and she held his eyes captive
with hers.  He idly wondered if she could deep throat, predictably, his
wish was her command.  His whole body went numb at the blissful pleasures
she engendered in him, and he felt himself boil and explode, as pleasure washed
through his body and mind.
    She stayed down there a moment, and cleaned him
lovingly.  Slowly and sensuously licking him to her soft sounds of
approval.  He knew that too was a lie, and it made him… pathetic, but he
didn’t care, she was his now to do with as he pleased, and he would.  She
stood, and took his hand and pulled on it, leading him to the bedroom. 
They could go out later…
     
    It turned out she had nicer clothes in her backpack, that
outfit had been part of her act to distract her victims.  She was in short
shorts and cute t-shirt, and he was in jean shorts and a light collared
shirt.  It was summer in southern California.  Cynthia walked by his
side, alert for any trouble, and quite willing to protect him.  He knew
instinctively he could heal any damage to her body, and it wouldn’t hurt her
unless he wished it to.
    He on the other hand, could only heal what didn’t kill him.
    They walked out into the streets, and walked toward the
Walmart that was just a mile away.  It was probably looted already, but
surely there’d be something to eat left.  The weird thing was, he wasn’t
actually hungry.  He was still… full of energy from taking Cynthia’s
life.  It felt like that was all he needed, as if her life nourished his
cells.  Still, he didn’t really know for sure, so better safe than sorry.
    For all he knew it was a side effect of some kind, an
illusion.  He didn’t want to risk starving himself.  They were close
to the Walmart when he heard the faint scream of a woman inside, and he paused
and looked carefully at the doors from across the parking lot.  One of the
doors was barricaded closed, the other door had two men in front of it, with
long knives, or maybe a machete on their belt, and they were holding baseball
bats.
    He thought that was strange, but he was glad they didn’t
have guns, so he simply started to cross the parking lot.  He was full of
righteous anger, wondering if that poor woman was being raped.  It was a
little ironic, but he didn’t believe what he’d done was the same thing. 
Cynthia, the evil crazy bitch killer was dead.  Using her body was a
little wrong, but the body had life, and the will was his.
    If anything, fucking Cynthia for him was closer to
masturbation than taking an unwilling woman.  The real woman was gone,
even if the body, the flesh, lived.  It made him a little pathetic, that
he wanted her to adore, obey, and even love him, but it wasn’t rape.  Not
even close, at least not in his own mind.
    If he was guessing right, these guys had set up a Walmart
kingdom.  The two guys stared at him hard, and he stopped about thirty
feet away.
    “Gun problems?”
    The guy growled, “Guns don’t work ass face.  Beat it,
but you can leave the hot bitch with us.”
    The other guy chuckled, “Yeah, we could use a fresh fuck.”
    “Did you guys consider using the bow and arrows, I’m sure
there are some in there,” he said calmly.
    “Why the hell would we do that, I like a more direct
challenge.”
    Apparently they’d had enough talking, because they stalked
forward.
    He shook his head, reached out to their shining life force,
and yanked.