WARNING: Contains major naughty smut/nsfw. Rated M for lots of dirty talk too. Enjoy! It's a long one. ;)

"Wai Eggy gon?" Mia asked in a curious voice, her big eyes searching the hallway, as she and Blake exited into the hallway not five minutes later.

At her words, Blake's stomach lurched.

She had seen the look in Negan's eyes after she had left him standing there like that. That disappointment, that frustration...

But Negan had to realise that having Mia around did change things...Although that didn't mean Blake loved him or cared for him any less. There wasn't another guy involved here, and Blake certainly hadn't lost interest in the dark-haired Saviour. But Negan would have to realise that other priorities would sometimes have to come before him. Mia certainly being one of them.

But before Blake could answer the tiny girl, who was clutching onto her hand with her little paw, the blonde woman stopped, blinking a couple of times as the colour drained from her face and a spell of dizziness washed over her.

Pressing a hand to the wall beside her, she steadied herself, bowing her head slightly and closing her eyes.

Was this tiredness? Exhaustion after taking care of a toddler full time?

Or something else completely?

Blake remained still for a long few seconds as Mia blinked up at her.

"You 'kay, Bwakey?" she asked in a worried sounding voice.

But Blake gave a small gulp, shaking herself, and opening her eyes once more….the feeling disappearing as quickly as it had come.

She glanced down at Mia, taking in a sharp breath and feigning a mild smile.

"It's nothing , Sweetie," she said, lifting her hand from the wall and tucking a strand of long caramel-hair behind her ear. "I'm fine...just a little tired is all."

Blake knew she would have to see Dr Carson about this…

..but suddenly a faint recollection of going to see the Sanctuary's doctor for another reason drifted across the forefront of her mind…

….but this memory soon clouded over her thoughts once again, as two sudden figures apparered at the far end of the hallway giving a loud squeal as they clapped eyes on the two girls standing hand in hand.

"Ahhh, there she is…" came the voice of the dark-haired Tanya, who tottered down the hallway towards Blake and Mia, followed at her side by the blonde and meek-looking Amber, who today had a huge smile across her features akin to Tanya's.

But what made Blake tilt her head, her mouth twitching up into a happy grin, was the sight of the wives, today not wearing their usual grab of tight fitting black dresses, but instead, Tanya was dressed in jeans and a cosy sweater and Amber in a short denim skirt, a t-shirt and sneakers.

The caramel-blonde woman marvelled at the pair of them, as they approached her, catching her eye, almost reading her mind.

"Yeah Negan said we could give up the dresses on a trial period," Tanya announced victoriously, as she reached Blake. "That's all down to you y'know…"

Mia at Blake's side held back a little warily for a moment, before watching as Amber came to crouch before her, holding out her arms in a warm gesture.

"Oh aren't you the cutest thing!" the young blonde woman squealed, giving a laugh, as Mia shyly moved forwards and snuggled herself into Amber's arms as she stood once again, cuddling the toddler to her chest.

"Aww you've grown so much since we saw you last," Tanya said, grabbing hold of Mia's sock covered foot and giving it a gentle jiggle that caused the teeny girl to giggle out in delight.

But the noise made Blake's ears ring a little, feeling herself space out once more…..the room before her, tilting on its axis.

She blinked her eyes several times, hearing her breathing loud and slow in her ears now….everything else feeling very far away…

"Blake…"

She vaguely heard her name being called, but it was like everything was going in slow motion...dust particles in the air being the only thing she was able to focus on…

"Blake," came the voice of Tanya again, louder now, bringing Blake back to the here and now.

She gazed hurriedly up to where the two women and Mia were staring at her concernedly.

"Are you ok?" asked the dark-haired wife, cocking her head to the side. "You look as white as a sheet."

But Blake offered them the small fixed and frozen smile, just as she had given Mia just a few moments ago.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine…" she murmured breezily. "I just don't think I've been eating properly…"

This was of course true

"...and I guess I'm just exhausted," she continued pressing her palm flat to her forehead with worry. "... I don't think I realised how much taking care of a two year old would tire me out…..I'm feeling just….stretched….a-and I feel like I haven't had any time to spend with Negan in days…"

She trailed off, feeling a little forlorn.

Perhaps all this was a lot for her all at once. For it was only just over a week ago that Blake had presumed that Mia was dead, and now here Blake was, the equivalent to a full time Mom too the toddler. It was flat out and tiring and the blonde had not really given herself a break at all since she had returned from Alexandria…

"Well, how about we take Mia tonight?" Amber asked, with a smile, jiggling Mia on her hip, as the little girl gave a giggle of delight. "How would you like that, hmmm? Shall we have a slumber party?"

The toddler, goggling at Amber and Tanya, placed a finger to her mouth, smiling widely.

Blake stared up at the two women.

"A-Are you sure? Y-You don't have to.." she began.

But Tanya placed a comforting hand to Blake's forearm.

"Blake, we'd love to have her stay with us tonight. You have no idea how boring it is for us being holed up there all by ourselves. And besides, this way you can spend some alone time with Negan...stop him being such a grouch to everyone."

Amber gave a nod in agreement, not making eye contact with Blake.

"Yeah, you have no idea what he's like when he's pissed…" she said timidly.

But Blake did indeed know what the dark-haired Saviour could get like when he was in a bad mood, taking it out anyone and everyone who dared to even breathe loudly in his vicinity.

The caramel-blonde woman stared at the toddler who was giggling happily in Amber's arms as the young girl made silly faces at her, feeling a sudden wave a of guilt wash over her.

With how woozy and of course exhausted she had been feeling, Blake had been a little rubbish these past few days when it had come to playtimes. While Mia had stomped around, blowing off her boundless stream of energy, Blake had just sat there, watching her almost falling asleep several times.

It wasn't neglectful, but Blake knew that Mia would probably have far more fun with the wives tonight, than she would with the tired and frustrated Blake.

"Are you ok with that, Sweetie?" asked Blake stroking back the tuft of soft brown hair on Mia's head. "Will you be alright to stay with Tanya and Amber tonight?"

But Mia gave a happy little nod.

"I stay der' tonight', yea?" she asked quirking her head as she spoke, before turning back to Amber and watching as the blonde woman blew a raspberry, bursting into another fit of giggles.

Blake smiled, withdrawing her hand and looking between the two women.

"Are you sure you don't mind-" she started as Tanya gave a smirk.

"Yes, we're sure!" uttered the dark-haired woman laughing.

But Blake pursed her lips together, letting out a small sigh.

"Ok, well her bedtime is normally at seven," she began. "A-And she-"

But Tanya, placing a sudden hand to Blake's shoulder, maneuvered her around on the spot.

"She'll be fine, Blake," Tanya muttered with another laugh. "Now go take some me time...ok?"

And Blake, with a smile and a huge roll of her eyes, obeyed, throwing one last slight look of concern towards Mia and the wives, before walking away towards her own bedroom.

Blake padded across her room, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her middle, her long blonde hair pinned up loosely, as she hummed an old and almost forgotten pop song to herself absentmindedly.

Almost an hour had passed since the wives had taken Mia from her hands, and, two cups of coffee and a long cool shower later to recuperate, Blake found herself feeling much perkier than she had done earlier this afternoon.

She still had the drapes open, but the sun was already going down now, early evening creeping in….as Blake opened her closet to pick out some underwear, immediately admiring her reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.

The colour had seemed to flood back into her face now, and after at least half an hour of pampering, Blake even having time to paint her fingernails and toenails too, something she hadn't done in years, the blonde woman honest felt better than she had in a long time.

She looked good and felt good too, practically glowing in the last of the few rays of evening sunlight.

She had planned to perhaps have an early night, maybe read a little…

But allowing the towel to slip from her body, pooling to the floor with a gentle whump, Blake stared at her naked figure in the mirror, tilting her head back and forth.

God, her boobs looked good today. Had they always been this perky and full?

She turned to the side running her hands over them before siding her fingers down to her hips admiring their curve.

But feeling this good, made Blake feel reluctant about being alone tonight…...a certain person of course swimming to the forefront of her mind…

She grinned at her reflection, biting down onto her lip, before turning her attention to the contents of her closet, feeling butterflies dance inside her.

Was this another bout of dizziness, or was this sheer excitement now at the prospect of spending some time alone with Negan?

Blake rifled through her underwear drawer finding nothing exciting but pair after pair of black and white cotton garments, that were not exactly the seduction-worthy items she had been hoping for.

But then her hands stopped, instead trailing over to a familiar item hung up just to the left of her drawers….an item that made her grin widen as she plucked it from its hanger.

There it was...the dress she had found at the marketplace a few weeks back and seduced Negan with at least once or twice, and here it was freshly cleaned and pressed, having been put back where it belonged.

The dress was black and made of a silky material that tied at the front, and hugged at Blake's body perfectly.

And so, pausing for a short moment, Blake laughed to herself before closing the closet door with a short, sharp snap….making up her mind there and then...

It, of course, hadn't taken her long to work out where he was.

Walking down the lengthy Sanctuary hallways, she had bumped into Simon just a few moments ago who had confirmed it, grinning to himself, his eyes looking her up and down and offering her a knowing look, as she thanked him with a nudge with her elbow, tutting as he made a comment about Negan being a 'lucky guy tonight."

And now Blake, with a short sigh to herself, feeling hopped up on coffee and freedom for the night, pushed her long, slightly tousled caramel hair over her shoulder, before peering around the already ajar door to the rec room on the first floor.

The room was dimly lit and smelled faintly of cigar smoke.

But Blake gave a naughty smile as she stepped into the room, causing the only current occupant to look up at her with interest at her presence.

It was of course Negan, who was bent over the pool table on the far side of the room facing her, pool cue in his hand, leather jacket long having been shrugged off his shoulders.

He stood now in his grey pants and white tshirt, giving Blake a flash of faded tattoos on his biceps, that Blake was indeed very familiar with now.

But the bearded Saviour let out a puff of air, a grin washing itself over his face, as he eased himself up off of the table and stood up straight, pulling the pool cue with him and eyeing her as though she was a rare diamond.

"So this is where you've been hiding, huh?" commented Blake gazing around at the old storage room that housed a table in the corner for poker games and the like, a foosball table and now this large and imposing pool table which took up a large proportion of the space these days.

She turned back to look at Negan watching as he cocked his head to the side, his gaze drifting just past her legs before he stared up at her once more.

"You comin' here to break the news that you lost the kid already, Peaches?" asked Negan in a mocking tone, which caused Blake to roll her eyes at him. She was glad the tension that had been there between them earlier was now gone, leaving that same old playful repertoire they always shared.

"Ha, Ha," Blake said tutting, moving around to the pool table and placing her hand onto the blue felt surface."If you must know, the girls are taking care of her for the night…."

Blake had picked her words there wisely. Neither of them had broached the subject of Negan's 'wives' in a while now. Both of them avoiding the subject completely.

But regardless, Negan quirked an interested eyebrow in her direction, as Blake padded around the length of the table towards him, her slender fingers skimming over the table's smooth surface as she did so, her green eyes glancing up and over at him.

"This mean I'm gonna get lucky?" he asked in a low voice, licking at his lips as he eyed her, inching around towards him.

And with that, Blake gave a nod, biting down hard onto her lip as she came to stop just a few feet away from the dark-haired Saviour now, giving him a moment to appreciate the effort she had made for him tonight.

She felt better than she had in days, with her hair fluttering down past her shoulders, her face flushed with colour, her nails painted, standing here in this gorgeous dress….

All for him...and only him.

So of course he was going to get lucky tonight. Did he honestly need her to answer that for him?

But she did anyway, smiling gently as she did so.

"Yhhhmmm," she murmured, as Negan advanced on her slowly, dropping his pool cue down onto the table, and strolling slowly over to her, his chocolate eyes taking in every inch of her appearance, looking like he was about to devour her at any second.

The bearded Saviour stopped a mere inch away from her now, his musky scent drifting over her, causing the flower between Blake's legs to to drench with a creamy and dripping wetness before he had even touched her.

Fuck….

"So…" Negan said, in a what was a low and dark voice, full of want. "You wanna head on up to my room, Doll-face? Might be a little more private up there…"

But before Negan had even finished his sentence, Blake had wrinkled her nose at him in teasing manner, letting out a brief 'hmmmmm….' as though she was thinking about it.

But with that, she gave a small shake of her head, her fingers grasping the tiniest handful of Negan's white shirt as she tugged him towards her, standing up on her tiptoes, her lips grazing against his ear.

"...I don't think I want to do it bed tonight, Daddy," she purred out, her hot breath trickling over his neck, as she darted out her tongue swirling it around her earlobe momeraily.

Negan almost at once, let out a hungry grunt, as Blake pulled back at little, her green eyes finally meeting with his.

Negan's smile was gone now, replaced by a wolf-like expression, his dark eyes glinting at her meaningfully.

And it was a second later that he parted his lips audibly, and spoke.

"Then where do you want to do it, Darlin'?" he goaded, sounded like he needed to hear the answer from her now…

But Blake gave a wicked smile, pulling back, and in a second she had untied her dress letting it fall to the floor, revealing her complete and utter nakedness beneath….

...and in a blink of an eye, before the dark-haired man could utter a single word in response to this, the caramel-blonde woman had confidently hopped up the edge of the pool table, spreading her legs wide for him in a tempting fashion...

"I want you to fuck me right here, Daddy…" she purred.

Negan was silent for a long long moment staring at her, before suddenly a wide devilish grin spread across his face, as he dipped his chin low, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, making a delectably wet noise, before speaking with a growl emitting from his throat.

"Oh you are a bad, bad fucking girl," he said, undoing his belt buckle, never taking his eyes off her for even a moment.. This action alone, fulfilling every fantasy Blake had even had.

Fuck, she wanted him, biting down hard on her own lip as he closed the gap between them once more.

But in an instant Negan had attacked her mouth with his own, kissing at her as though he had been starved of her for months, although in reality it had only been a week.

But for the pair of them, that felt like a liftime now, as the sound of Negan unthreading his bett and pulling down his zipper filled the quiet room amidst the sounds of their wet and well-needed kisses.

Blake didn't particularly care if anyone walked in right now, a few weeks ago perhaps she would certainly have cared. But now?

She was, as Negan so put it, a queen around here. And the dark-haired Saviour the King.

Blake knew of course what Negan would say to anyone who walked in...probably asking them to stay and enjoy the show.

But Blake on the other hand, so wrapped up into the moment right now, knew that she would certainly be likely to let any intrusion slide. For there was no way she was giving up and second of this to bother to bar the door.

Blake's hands scrabbled at Negan's tshirt covered chest, urging him to hurry now….so desperate for him to fuck her.

There was no time for foreplay now...just as there had been in the shower a week ago.

They would get to that another time….

But now, all Blake wanted was his dick buried deep within her soaked pussy.

Right now she could feel her own creamy wetness running down her throbbing lips and onto her thigh, but she didn't care, pulling her mouth from Negan's just long enough to glance down and see that he had his length in his hand, his other he used to pull her hips forwards a little on the table, perfecting the angle between them.

And in an a moment, with Blake threading her arm around his neck, she had let out a whine of pleasure as Negan had forced his stiff cock into her tight, wet cunt.

Negan had groaned as he pushed himself inside her, the sensation of that alone, driving them both crazy.

Blake had never felt pleasure like it.

Over this last week she had felt starved. Not only of sex, but of him too.

They fit so well together, metaphorically AND literally….as Negan filled her up to the hilt, his fingers grabbing at her hips a little roughly.

He leaned himself into her now, his mouth to her ear.

"You like the feeling of Daddy's dick inside you, Peaches?" he grunted.

But Blake could only managed a fevered nod, moaning out as he pulled his hips back, before jamming them into her again with one wet thrust.

God he felt good, as he began to quicken his pace now, her fingernails scrabbling at his shoulders, panting for breath as her eyes rolled closed, his hips grinding against hers.

But Blake soon felt one of Negan's hands move from her waist up to the back of her neck, pulling her gaze back to him.

They stared into each other's eyes now, before lips found the others', desperation rising within them.

They were like animals, creatures hungry and alone that had found each other, as they pulled away, Blake's mouth falling open as she stared down to the space between them, watching as Negan's long member slid in and out of her.

God, that sight was an incredible one, seeing his dick glazed in her cream, slipping its way in and out of her.

In that moment, all this felt like a forbidden act. Like they were two people so opposite one another, it should not have been possible or two of them to come together, to be fucking like this. And yet here they were….continuing with this illicit act nonetheless.

Blake gave a moan out, arching her spine a little as a small wave of pleasure shot through her.

The rhythmic motion between them was helping, powerful and strong as it was.

Negan was good at this….

Knowing exactly what she wanted...how she wanted it…

He was a perfect match for her in every way.

And Blake couldn't help another moan escaping her lips, louder this time…

But the noise was drowned out by a harsh grunt emitting from Negan's own lips, much to Blake's surprise. Her eyes drifting open, finding his face to be a picture of pleasure, his bearded mouth hanging open slightly, as he grunted again, his dick pounding into her hot and fast.

Blake panting out through her own open lips dipped her chin, smirking slightly.

"Do I feel good Daddy?" she breathed, in what was merely a whisper, but enough to make Negan frown, wrinkling his nose, like a man possessed.

Almost instantly Blake gave a moan as he thrust into her harder this time, gritting his teeth, his brow darkening slightly at her words.

It delighted Blake to think that that expression was put there by her. That she was the one that made him look like a wolf, a guttural groan escaping his lips, as his dick roughly pounded into her hot pink slit.

His cock was coated now, wet noises and the sound of Negan's chinking belt buckle filling the room oh-so deliciously.

Blake let out a moan, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments as a wave of ecstasy washed over her.

God she was close now, savouring and stretching out the moment, never wanting it to arrive, but needing it so badly all at the same time.

"Fuck, Negan, I'm gonna cum…" she breathed out, her fingers tensing around his shoulder with one hand, while the other tangled its way into his dark hair.

But Negan was unrelenting now, her words only spurring him on, as he thrust into her again and again and again, breathing hard.

"Cum for me, Princess," he managed to huff out. "Cum on Daddy's cock."

And, as if on cue, Blake couldn't help herself, already teething over the edge, she dropped her head back, closing her eyes and crying out, as her walls convulsed….and her thighs began to shake.

But seeing her in that state of pure orasmic agony, Negan's mouth dropped open, as he came inside her, his cum easing out of his twitching dick and up into her clenching pussy.

The pair of them hovered for a long moment, breathing loudly, Blake's legs trembling, as Negan grazed the smooth skin of her hips with his short neat fingernails.

"Fuck…." he groaned out, closing his eyes for brief moment, before hanging his head onto her shoulder and pressing his lips to her skin there. "I think I need a lie down after all that fuckin' work, Baby-girl."

And the caramel-blonde woman let out a smile and a panting, bemused sort of laugh, as she skimmed her palms down his tshirt-clad sides.

"Work?" she asked, tutting slightly between breaths. "Well thanks very much!"

Her voice was tainted with a happy sarcasm, that caused Negan to pull back from her grinning a satisfied grin, as he eased himself from her and righted himself, doing up his zipper and rethreading his belt.

"I mean it's a tough fuckin' job when a hot blonde comes to seduce ya', but I guess someone's gotta do it," he said licking his lips.

She could already tell by the look on his face he was in a teasing mood, but nevertheless he earned the slap Blake' gave him across his shoulder, as she raised her eyebrows and gave a small chuckle at his words.

"You're an asshole," she uttered promptly as she hopped down from the pool, table and made to pick up her dress to put it on over her naked body.

But Negan got in there before her, snatching up the silky garment and holding it at arms reach away from her tauntingly, his eyebrows up in his hairline in a playful getsure. His other hand he placed to his ear, cupping his hand around it.

"What the fuck you just call me, Princess?" he said arching his back as he spoke and eyeing her standing there in front of him, curves in all the right places, completely in the nude. "Cause' I would have no fuckin' problem with takin' this dress outta here an' makin' you walk back up to my room naked, Sweetheart?"

But Blake, still smirking, narrowed her eyes at him now, folding her arms across her bare breasts.

"Oh really?" she said in a simpering tone, running her tongue over her lips before shrugging lightly.

Oh, two could definitely play at this game!

"Oh well in that case, I was going to see if Danny needed any help down into the warehouse tonight…" she said in an airy voice, turning on her heel now and making for the door, swaying her hips as she went.

But, as if on cue and very much as predicted, from behind her, Blake heard Negan let out a low guttural growl, and a second later she felt a hand on her arm, tugging her back around on the spot, as she smiled wickedly.

"Oh, if Danny even gets a flash of those perfect fuckin' titties of yours Darlin, Daddy is gonna be kinda pissed off…" Negan muttered now, scowling, his face deadly serious. "An' poor ol' Danny might find himself double datin' with you, me an' Lucille next time."

But Blake barely got the chance to let out a laugh, as Negan captured her lips in a brief kiss, as she felt him press the dress back into her hands reluctantly.

Blake laughed again as he pulled away, rolling her eyes as she slipped the dress back over her shoulders, trying it up once more at the waist, before turning back to face him fully.

And with that, the blonde woman reached up, gently grabbing his stubbly cheeks between her fingers, as she pulled at her bottom lip in a seductive manner.

"Oh Daddy's gotta realize that he can't always get his own way you know…" she murmured back in a vixen-like voice, before letting go and turning around once again, making for the door.

But she was stopped in her tracks for the second time tonight, letting out a sudden small whimper, as she felt a sudden body press up against hers from behind and a calloused hand dip down beneath her skirt, finding the hot space between her legs once again, his fingers disappearing between her folds.

"Mmmmm, I think you've got to remember who you fuckin' belong to, Princess," Blake heard Negan murmur into her ear now, as she gave a wide smile, leaning back into him slightly as he removed his hand, letting out a chuckle against her hair.

Blake glanced up at him now over her shoulder, as she rolled her eyes for the nth time tonight, before reaching down and grabbing his hand with her own.

"Come on, Daddy," she said uttering the last word with a playful contempt in her voice. "I think we both deserve a well-earned rest tonight…"

And with that Blake had given his hand a tug and pulled Negan in the direction of the door as he followed willingly behind her, a wide, smug grin plastered across his face….

….leaving the pool table abandoned, and the game unfinished….

...as Negan and Blake's giggles filled the Sanctuary hallways…

….and carried on through the night.

Oh my, that was smutty, even for me! ;)

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