Hayoung smirks at your flattery. It had been a few years now that you’d both been living on this boat; more than enough time to get used to the way you sweet talked her. She tucks her hair, stubbornly blown in front of her face by the seabreeze, back behind her ear. There is a soft smile on her lips - one that fades slightly as she returns her gaze to the shore. 

 “We still have a few hours before we have to dock,” she says, forcing herself into returning her gaze to you, “whatever shall we do?”

 Hayoung lets her hand lie lazily on your chest, her thin, slim fingers slowly tracing a path downward towards the pair of white summer shorts you are wearing.

 “I was thinking of doing some repairs on my gear, maybe zeroing my optics-”

 Hayoung’s seductive touches suddenly turn painful as she pinches your stomach.

 “Hmph!” she snaps, turning her body towards the shore and crossing her arms, “fine, go mess with your gear. See if I care.”

 You chuckle at her pretend-anger, and sit up to hug her from behind. You wrap your arms around her body, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. Her gaze is once more locked upon the shore, and the darkness that lurked there.

 You want to ease her discomfort, ease the worries of her mind. And so you bring a hand up to her cheek, tracing a slow line up her jawline until you are cupping the side of her face.

 “Forget about that. Right now, there’s just us.”

 All fear and worry drains slowly from the young woman’s face, to be replaced with warmth as she slowly comes around and takes your advice. Her face softens, and she presses her lips towards you before kissing you deeply.

 It doesn’t take long for either of you to surrender completely to what was about to happen - and where in your past lives having sex on the deck of a yacht while in full view of a city’s harbour might have been daring at best and illegal at most, during these days neither of you could’ve given a damn that you were engaging in an intmate act in a very public place.

 It’s not like there were any eyes around that could see you - at least, not any that cared.

 And so you don’t fight it at all when Hayoung places a palm flat against your chest and pushes you back down upon the deck chair, a devilish look in her eyes as she slowly, carefully unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, replacing each clasp with a kiss of her soft lips. You reach a hand up and caress the bright orange hair of hers as she does so, remembering fondly the moment she found the bottle of hair dye in an abandoned shopping mall and excitedly dyed her hair that very same evening.

 Her fingers, so familiar with every article of clothing you own, quickly undo the button at your shorts before pulling them down your body - hooking her fingers in your boxers and dragging them down as well. Unsatisfied with simply pulling them down to your thighs, she pulls them right off your body, tossing them onto the deck.

 It’s almost as if she were reading your mind, for her next action is to remove the striped blue and white top she is wearing, revealing more of her precious, silky skin and those perfect, round breasts of hers, encased in a thin white bra. Her curves were so delicious, so sexy; she wasn’t some thin waif of a girl, not some unrealistically tiny magazine model - she was young, only in her early twenties, but already every inch a woman in her physical prime.

 She immediately reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra, revealing those perfect mounds to you, each perfectly shaped, round and full, topped with mouth wateringly delicious looking nipples, tight and taut with arousal.

 You want to reach up and squeeze them, turn her around and pin her on the deck chair while your mouth had its way with them - and you’d certainly done so numerous times in the past little while. But you decide this time to let her take the lead.

 The topless girl urges you to spread your legs as she takes up position between them on the deck chair, and you watch intently as she bends down, placing soft kisses on the length of your rock hard shaft. When she takes you in her mouth you find yourself gasping loudly, the immediate pleasure of her warm, wet cavern sending delicious spikes of pleasure shooting directly up your spine.

 “Oh, fuck,” you gasp, involuntarily. 

 Hayoung smiles around a mouthful of cock, knowing that she had you fully under her control. As she begins to bob her head up and down in a familiar but no less pleasurable motion, you let your head fall back until it hits the headrest of the deck chair, eager to savor every moment of the pleasure she was giving you.

 Her tongue knew just what to do with you, having had so much practice over the past while, knowing just what to do to draw out the pleasure, or get you to cum as soon as possible, or somewhere in between. Oh Hayoung could play you like a fiddle, and you were happy to make music for her.

 Your hands reach down, again, almost involuntarily, to her bobbing head, searching for something, anything to grasp as her rhythm increases. You smile as you feel her full breasts bounce up and down against your thighs.

 Her right hand reaches up to the base of your cock and she slowly pumps it up and down as she focuses on the very tip of your shaft, her small pink tongue dancing in random patterns around the sensitive head. A wicked smile appears on her lips as she locks eyes with you - one that turns into intense concentration as she once more takes your full length inside her mouth and continues to blow you.

 You sigh once more in pleasure, trying to find something, anything to distract you from the feeling of your shaft pumping in and out of Hayoung’s mouth. You don’t want to look at the shore, or any of the buildings around the harbour, afraid of seeing something that might upset you - and so you have no choice but to return your gaze to the young woman working between your legs. For long, happy minutes, you let Hayoung suck your cock, revelling in every second of pleasure she gives you.

 After awhile you notice her squirming, her hips and thighs quivering and rubbing against each other. The pleasure stops suddenly as Hayoung lets your shaft out of her mouth.

 “I need you inside me now,” she hisses, before standing suddenly and practically tearing off the tight white pants she was wearing, right along with her panties - leaving her completely naked.

 She wastes no time in straddling you, reaching between your bodies to grasp your slick cock - and within seconds you are inside her.

 She was so quick to take something she wanted, and going from enjoying your blowjob to suddenly being inside her pussy was something of a shock to you; but this was no time to complain, not when her body was so tight and wet and slick around your shaft as she takes you in to the hilt.

 You do your best to enjoy what was happening, enjoy the form of Hayoung’s perfect, curvy body as she slowly ground her hips and thighs against you in an attempt to adjust to your size. The world was so dark now, so full of sadness and fear that you had to relish every moment of good and pleasure that came into your life - and this was certainly one of them.

 Hayoung begins to bounce on your cock, riding you in earnest, placing her hands flat on your chest as she works into a rhythm, taking your shaft in and out of her tight body eagerly and wantonly, as though she were chasing a peak that was ever so slightly out of her reach.

 Her eyes are shut, her mouth open and emitting a chorus of soft gasps and moans. She can barely form coherent words, so focused is she on increasing the pleasure that is so quickly ramping up inside her young body - but she manages, somehow, to at least put a few together.

 “Fuck… fuck… fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

 You reach your hands down to her ass, squeezing the soft mounds, happy to let her set her own pace.

 “You too, baby… fuck, you’re so tight.”

 “Mmm… mmm!”

 And so you both go on for long, pleasureable minutes, Hayoung dictating the pace, sometimes riding you fast and hard, other times happy to grind her full hips against your crotch, rubbing her clit against the base of your cock. Her hair disheveled, her pale skin covered with a thin film of sweat, a thin line of drool falling from the corner of her mouth as she is too drunk with pleasure to rub it away - but she looked utterly perfect in that moment, so utterly beautiful, that you wanted to capture it, wanted that moment to last forever.

 When she orgasms, her body turning into a mass of quivering, shaking flesh that tightens around your cock, it takes her by surprise. Perhaps it was the audaciousness of sex on a deck of a boat in what should have been a busy harbour, only a few years ago - perhaps it was a release of the nervousness and tension of the task that lay ahead for the both of you that night. But you liked to believe it was due to the passion she felt for you, and her thankfulness at being spared from the darkness of the world, if even for a moment, by the act you two shared.

 Whatever the reason, when Hayoung lets her upper  body fall down to your chest, she barely has enough energy to bring her mouth to your ear.

 “Your turn, baby.”

 You give her a soft kiss on the forehead before reaching down and easing your cock from between her legs, stepping off the deck chair momentarily before taking up position behind her. Hayoung quickly catches on and prepares herself to be taken from behind.

 From this point of view she was facing away from the shore; you made sure of it.

 Not that you minded, taking the young woman from behind as you had many times before - you didn’t think you’d ever grow tired of watching her curvy, full hips as they crashed against your crotch again and again and again, each thrust into her tight flesh earning a gasp or a moan of pleasure from one or both of you as your cock drives deeper and deeper into her willing depths. You reach down and grasp her hips, delighting in the feel of her warm skin, parting her full cheeks slightly to better view her tight asshole, and the splayed lips of her pussy around your pistoning cock.

 Hayoung’s body responds lustily to this new position, the high tones of her gasps and moans resuming, her tightness increasing around your shaft even as it lathers it with more and more of her slick, clear juices.

 “Oh, oh fuck, baby… fuck… fuck… ohh!”

 You could have listened to her forever, gladly frozen time in that moment to enjoy the view of her body bent over for you as you fuck her with increasing roughess, seeking some comfort in her warm body that would distract you from the other worries in your life. You want to fight the upcoming peak of pleasure that you wanted to attain and avoid all at the same time; it promised unrivalled pleasure in a world full of darkness, but at the same time you wanted to hold it off, wanted to remain frozen at the precipice.

 Your efforts are in vain, as they always are, and you soon find yourself tumbling ever close to the inevitable edge.

 “Fuck, Hayoung, I’m gonna cum.”

 You never came inside her, aside from a few times when you both were feeling extraordinarily risky. She’d run out of birth control long ago and you didn’t have any condoms in your stash - and you both knew a possible pregnancy was the last thing you wanted, not in this world.

 And so you aren’t surprised when Hayoung pulls herself forward, your hard cock slipping out of her body, the cool breeze chilling the juices that have made it slick and shiny in the orange hues of daybreak. Hayoung turns her body around, spreads her legs so that you are on your knees between them, and reaches down with her hands to caress your hips. You grasp your shaft with your right hand, delighting for a moment in the feel of her wet, sticky juices on your hard cock.

 “Cum for me, baby,” Hayoung gasps, her face lost in a mask of pleasure and need, “Cum for me. Please. Make me yours. I want it. I want your cum on my body. I want you to cum all over me.”

 For a moment nothing exists aside from the pleasure coursing through your body, up and down your spine and through your limbs and every single ounce of your body as you finally reach that peak and tumble helplessly over it. Your shaft spasms as it sends stream after stream of thick, hot semen unto Oh Hayoung’s willing, wanton body, her torso squirming and writhing with each strand of cum that lands slickly onto her chest.

 You’re pretty sure you black out for a moment, so strong is your orgasm - but when you finally gather the wits to open your eyes again, you watch, intently, as Hayoung’s body squirms on the deck chair, her body painted with white streaks of your warm semen. One of her hands has drifted down to the moist, slick flesh between her legs, where she plays idly with her lips. The other hand is toying, suggestively, with a strand of semen on her left breast, gathering the slick liquid with her fingertip before fondling her own taut nipple with the moistened finger.

 “We need to keep an eye out for pills next time we’re on land,” she says, the sentiment oddly practical given the sheer lewdness of the situation.

 “Mmmm?” you answer, still in a daze as you recover from your orgasm.

 “I want this cum inside me,” she answers, “and I want it soon.”

 ---

 You aren’t sure how you managed to get into the lower deck of the yacht and into bed, but when you awake it is due to the sound of a sharp crack - a sound that you’d grown used to over the past few years. Dragging yourself from bed, you throw on your shirt and a pair of shorts before you shamble up the stairs to the main deck.

 On her belly, atop the very same deck chair that you had fucked on earlier that afternoon, Oh Hayoung is perched behind her M14. You watch as she tracks a target on shore through the scope atop the rifle before slowly bringing her finger to the trigger and pulling. Another sharp crack, and a shadowy figure on shore falls over.

 “Awake, sleepyhead?” she asks, not breaking her cheekweld on the stock of the heavy rifle, her eyes still peering through the telescopic sight, looking for another target.

 You shake the last vestiges of drowsiness from your head. Gunfire had a way of waking anybody up.

 “Yup. I see you’re ready to go.”

 “Just doing some prep work,” the girl says as she ejects the magazine from the large rifle and racks the charging handle, catching the ejected round out of the air and re-inserting it into the magazine for later use. It amazed you, sometimes, that someone who looked so outwardly innocent and non-threatening could handle a deadly weapon with all the ease and experience of a hardened soldier.

 As Hayoung puts the M14 away you throw on your gear - the mish mash of tactical and hunting equipment you’d scavenged over the years. Hayoung does the same. You reach over and buckle up the chest rig that holds her ammunition and medical supplies, while tosses you a few magazines for your carbine that she’d preloaded while you were asleep. You slip the magazines into your own chest rig, and slip your weapon sling over your shoulders, finding small comfort in the familiarity of the weapon’s weight on your body.

 You steer the yacht slowly towards the shore, and closer to the dock that you’d both decided would make a good landing point the day before. Down the road was what looked like an abandoned convenience store that didn’t look too run down, and promised the possibility of precious supplies. Hayoung had been doing some scouting through the scope of her M14 and picked out a few other points of interest along the city’s waterfront that you intended to check out.

 As you dock, Hayoung tosses a rope onto one of the anchors on the floating platform. She shoulders her primary weapon, a suppressed MPX submachine gun she had scavenged from the hands of a long dead SWAT officer in some other city down the coast. She sighs, turning on the red dot optic perched atop it. The girl takes a deep breath before pulling the charging handle and chambering a round. She draws her sidearm, an old 1911 she had found in an old hunting cabin, and chambers a round in that too before placing it back in her hip holster.

 “Watch my back?” she says, the soft smile on her lips betraying the intensity of the situation.

 You are about to answer back with some sarcastic quip when you notice the shadow of a walker appear from behind a storage shed on the dock, not fifty feet from your docked ship. Without even thinking you raise your carbine, place the red donut of your holographic sight onto the walker’s head, and pull the trigger. A soft crack, and the round returns the shambling creature to the grave for a second, permanent time.

 “I watched your back this morning,” you answer as you lower your carbine, “maybe tonight I can watch your front.”

 Hayoung smiles, shoulders her weapon, and hops onto the dock, her weapon up, heading towards the convenience store across the street.

 In a better world, she should have been walking into that convenience store to buy some drinks for her and her friends to enjoy on the beach. Or perhaps a carton of milk on her way home from work; maybe a chocolate bar as a quick, afternoon sugar boost to get her through her work day in one of the tall glass skyscrapers that lined the city’s waterfront.

 In this world she is entering it with a weapon to defend herself against unthinkable creatures, hoping for some scrap of food or useful tool that might aid in making her already difficult life a little easier.

 The power to give her the life she deserved was beyond you; the world was too far gone, perhaps. All you could do was ensure her life didn’t end today - ensure that her story didn’t end in some abandoned convenience store at the hands and teeth of something that should have stayed dead the first time it was killed.