Whatever Cass drank today at the Wrangler was giving her more energy than usual. I lifted Cass off her feet and wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing her as much as she kissed me, for a moment we were craving for a taste of each other's delicious flavour. I kicked the door shut behind me.

It was funny that we bumped into all the furniture before landing onto the bed, with all the heat and kissing we couldn't avoid the tables and chairs. Like the pro she was, Cass pushed me onto the bed and stripped me of my armour.

"Fuck, it's been far too long since I've done something like this," she breathed, ripping my nice clean undershirt, exposing my body to the humidity of the open air.

That shirt was getting old anyway. She had noticed my natural-toned, masculine body and paused for a second. It was shaved, firm and true, a real treat for any woman.

Either it was me or the heat, it was enough to make her dribble even the slightest – or it was just the alcohol taking over? Alcohol can make many people drool in a way. I felt all trippy like I was stoned.

We removed our weaponry, rifles, knives and sidearms among the few. I unbuttoned Cass' shirt and ripped off her bra in a rush - hated undoing them every time - she had kicked off her tan boots shortly after.

When those supple breasts of hers were let loose time slowed down around me, they're just so rosy and soft. I licked and kissed them, massaging her nipples with the tip of my warm tongue.

The quantities of alcohol flowing through our heated bodies built up, our vigour for each other was itching to get out and make with the love. Cass wanted me more than I wanted her, right here and now, things were about to get intimate.

Setting aside our pendants and tags, I removed her torn jeans and then had her warm hands up and down my rough stubble. Her body was in heat; her thighs were warming at an extreme point. She wanted me inside her.

Cass couldn't care less if I was from a different period or another world, just wanted a night of pleasure, to forget her messed up life, I'd relate to that easily. I get the feeling someone is going to regret this in the morning.

A bad hunch it may be, I wanted to move on as much as she did, I didn't care about anything else. I felt the love that was long since missing. I'm always the lucky one I am, only during casual encounters like these, I'm able to make some noise.

With a wink, I removed her panties, placing my lips on her nether lips, the touch and feeling hit her instantly, she could feel herself letting go to my handiwork. I experimented down there for a time. Tickling her clit. Toying with her as she did me; she enjoyed it far too much. In return, she started playing with her breasts. I licked from her supple breasts up to her neck. In short, my tongue embraced her.

Cass was beautiful under the little light with her free-flowing red hair let down – started to pick up on the fact she bites her lip when she's aroused. Sexy as it was, it was nothing compared to the shy smile I saw when she rubbed her breasts.

When I wasn't looking, she rolled me over on my back and crawled on top of me, sitting below my crotch. The struggle for dominance was brewing within. I wasn't going down this easy; I let her have this one.

Got me good, though, my fault for getting distracted. Cass went on to rub and lick me all over my neck and chest, mostly copping a feel around my crotch, actively seeking an opportunity. Matching everything I was doing. Struggling to sit up, Cass pushed me back down and placed herself accordingly near my groin; I knew what was coming next.

I took short heavy breaths when Cass took my dick out of my boxers; it was chafing against the fabric from the length. Cass' cold hands were small but soft and made my dick recoil a little to the touch.

"That'll do nicely..." she said, "And that pleasant smell..." She took a great whiff of the open air, smelled of sweat and the human phallus. It hit her like ecstasy. My dealer back in the day used to call it E, and it showed. She was on it.

Cass crawled back lower over my knees to cup my balls with her hands and started licking down my shaft, it was completely saturated with her saliva in seconds and was as good as lubrication.

"You're getting harder..." she moaned. "It's throbbing, and it's all mine," she chuckled. I brushed her hair over her ears to see her face better; it was a power thing… Her face was a beaming nuance of red. She smiled and kissed my cockhead. "You taste better than last time..." she slurred. At full-length Cass needed both hands to rub up and down my shaft. Talk about insult to injury.

My hands moved away as she brought her head over my cock. I was feeling empowered by her while she made contact; her lips over the head and sliding down. My breathing, words and tone were swept away by the feeling of the inside of Cass' mouth; her lips were suckling and moist.

The world around me went silent; my head hit the pillow hard. I couldn't speak. Didn't want to. The fond memories of our last encounter flooded back like the Amazon River. Even some faint images of Amsterdam never did remember that prostitute's name. Shame.

Cass' lips contracted around my shaft; her tongue swirled around my cock. Her eyes flickered wide, and her smile was full of joy. "Mmmm… I could suck your cock like this all day..." Her lips smacked off my cock like it was a simple popsicle and rubbed her rosy cheek against it. "As much as I'd love to swallow your tasty… silky load, we're just getting started."

"Whatever you want babe. My body is yours."

Cass slid it all the way up her walls, the more she kept me on a leash, the less I could breathe, I liked the idea of working for it, but this was a game. And in a game, there are winners and losers. The fruit of seeing her expression when I get my chance fuelled me to carry on; she'll never see me coming.

Cass paused and rubbed her crotch in a circular motion. "Does my pussy feel good for you, honey?" she uttered in a seductive yet slight mocking tone. She plunged her pussy up and down on my dick slowly and steadily, bringing me closer to submission with every twerk and thrust. "So… so big," she breathed. "T-There, right there is so gooooood! Fuck… You're so big, honey..."

At least, partly beside the point as I could only moan her name, I had to use my actions to breach her threshold. Groping her amazing breasts, I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. Like joysticks, it was a game. From her lustful breathing, she was enjoying it; this must be her sweet spot, her nipples were hard as a rock.

By the thirteenth minute, Cass' walls around my dick were wet and hot, though I was lasting longer, she wasn't. Her body tightened significantly and reached right down to my balls, all eight inches like a champ. No. Like a professional. Taking it all without batting an eye, her beautiful hazel eyes, even if they were on the drunk, empty side.

"I'll spread your legs, to get in further. Would you like that."

"Mmmm… Please..." she breathed.

"Good answer," I smirked, opening her thighs wider. This way, I worked my cock in further, without any extra effort. "Oh… fuck…"

"Uhhh, it's too much… Hyaaa! Ah, oooooo," she uttered with short breaths. "God… It, it's ramming right into the back of my cunt! Ah, haAAAaah!"

I believe in no pain, no gain, and this is precisely the definition, forcing the sex out of me like a wild animal. Cass had it worse, though, but she took it better. Taking my hands to entice me to massage her breasts in a circular motion, kept my thumbs on her nipples, the stimulation was helping me try to outlast her.

When I let go I held onto her tight ass, Cass went on to grope her tits by the handful, she already orgasmed. No wonder she desired a hefty amount of fumbling.

"Faster, harder, faster, harder!" she repeatedly cried, "I'm, cumming! I'm… Ahhhh! Ooooo." I picked up the pace over time, thrusting in and out of her hot pussy deeper and swiftly, I'm talking grinding all the way through, like a glove. I was wearing her like a glove!

Five minutes added on and at the point of climax that nagging question from last time we fucked at the Outpost was lingering back into my head. This time I was far too at the moment to hear the sensible voice in my head.

I tensed momentarily and clutched Cass' ass with brief pain, the warm, sharp jets of cum shot straight up her walls, she purred, taking it all in like last time. I blinked and grumbled wildly from the rush of it all.

After a second of breath, it started to ooze out, the vibrations inside her were tingly and moist, it was overflowing and packed in there. Hot cum ran down my balls and out into the open air of the suite.

Then it hit me; I may have screwed the pooch this time, it only takes at least a single lucky cumshot to make it over the finishing line in the womb… Well, whatever the case I was fucked in more ways than one.

What was a weird experience for me though was after I climaxed I felt a huge part of me ripping from the inside of my soul, sounds cheesy as fuck but I felt like something inside me just disappeared?

I died once, this time I'm sure it's hell for me. We took a short intermission to catch our breaths again, Cass needed more time than me. Didn't mind when I pulled out and came again over her breasts, she enjoyed it if anything - hard to tell - she was still groping her breasts licking up my load like a depraved animal from her fingers.

While she occupied her body, I took it upon myself to take the chance to turn the tables on her, I took her ass and rolled her onto her back — the old switcheroo.

"Oh, husband! What are you going to do with me?" she purred, licking her lips in suspense. My time to shine was now; I'll work on her as she did me. Now she was startled in my uprising, did not see me coming.

That was quite literally the worst timed pun I ever well… Anyway, I placed her on all fours with me being at the helm behind her. I took short breaths and cleared my mind. I had no idea what I was doing.

My dick saturated in her fluids, constant orgasming or arousal at least once or twice now for her lined myself up for a natural fit, Cass' ass was quivering in anticipation. The instant I penetrated her ass spooked her to some degree, she darted quickly away. Slowly after I eased into her up to my balls again, she began to moan famously at the start, then howled louder ever more – rocking the bed really well like a damned pornstar.

It felt fantastic! Good and hard, Dean would be proud. Going at it for minutes got me to thinking… I felt strange. My mind was fuzzy and had a sickly tinge to it. Never felt the full effects of alcohol before… why now?

It was the twelfth minute in I pulled out and rubbed my throbbing shaft across Cass' pussy, not at all effective but I just wanted to get a response. I was kinda sick that way. Grinding and teasing were a good way to stir someone up.

"Oh, husband. I want it all; I want it all! You're driving me CRAAAAAZYYYYYY!"

"How could you expect any less, honey? I'm all yours," I said to her in short breaths.

Slowly it was, but our combined fluids helped me grind my dick further into her ever-so-firm ass, couldn't help myself with her craving for a good fuck as Dean would also say.

Three minutes in and I was able to inch in further than before, as far as I can go, hard and fast, ploughing her with heavy forward momentum. Cass' smooth, sweaty body let me tear her up with no intention of slowing down, her grinding left little to the imagination.

Poor Cass was feeling the pain of it all; I saw her biting the pillow pretty hard - she felt the satisfaction behind the burn as much as me. That was just what I wanted, but I knew better than that, to kick it up a notch I needed to change the tide of the game.

I was wearing her down too fast in this position anyway. Clutched Cass' nubile, birthing hips in the palm of my hands, I lifted her off her hands and knees closer to me and kept going at it the time.

My dick tore through Cass anew against the forces of gravity, little differences in effect can make all sex tastier and sensual. She held herself in place by tugging at my short hair from behind, while her left hand was still groping away at her breast.

I noticed that her eyes rolled back when she tried to look up to me, salivating her lips. If Cass wasn't tugging the ever-loving fuck out of me, she was panting like a dog.

The tenth minute during I started seeing tears of what I hope is joy, I was naive to think I was hurting her, from her sensual breaths the was getting the full pleasure, we were too into the sex to think otherwise. For her sake, I kept it slow and profound.

"Ah, ahh! Keep going, keep going!" she howled, while she reached orgasm. I wasn't far behind. "Ahhh… AH! Mmmmm..."

Without dropping a beat, I set Cass back onto her hands and knees and held myself in place with my hands on her ass, for a few more minutes, I kept ploughing her harder and faster.

Just as I was in the zone making heads roll, I finally came all inside her, less payload than last time but each shot was more than the last. The sheer force of the cum pushed some of the fluids to ooze out of both of her holes. Started dripping on the bed, that was a pain. One load on her back and I was spent.

Literally, I died, went to heaven and landed back on the love bed. Cass collapsed on the bed breathless, panting like a dog in heat, poor thing.

"Was round two good for you as it was for me, baby?"

"Amazing. Just… amazing!" Cass breathlessly said. Her eyelids were heavy.

"You deserve the best, my love…" I gave her a peck on her cheek.

I gingerly laid down aside Cass, to establish our fuck fest for future references, before a hearty kiss. Thinking about it, we were both tired, so I rolled her over to me under the warm blanket, when she hugged me I knew the new day tomorrow would be an interesting one, one we'll be feeling for a long time. Ha! Well earned sleep. Could sleep for weeks. Could sleep with Cass forever.

The morning after was hot, humid and musky. David woke first with the Sun shining through the window, face Down, he was very disoriented and drooly, a long yawn put him back in the moment of being naked in bed with Cass.

A constant ringing was flooding David's head, followed by a robust pulsing headache, to feel it around the brain where the happy thoughts are made was entirely new to him. However, it was the faint dripping of water from the bathroom's faucet that got him out of bed. The dripping was restless.

David was nauseous. "Lord. I'll never drink again…" He steadily got out of bed, stumbling over empty bottles, furniture and other items. He crept into the bathroom without a sound and soaked his face with cold water, still wondering what the hell he did the night before. He was in disbelief when he looked down upon himself, what a surprise he thought, he's naked… again. This time Jimmy Johnson was looking up to him, full length and ready to go again. Already?

"What are you looking at?" he joked. The blinding Sun shined bright through the window, blinding David. "Dude, the Sun sucks."

David left the bathroom and noticed Cass was in his bed, sleeping like an angel, well rested and very comfortable, tormenting him in a way. Why does he wake up with a massive throbber, headache and all sorts of sickly ailments and she slept like an angel? Whatever makes her happy makes him happy. It's how he lives by, so fuck it.

From the misfortune of waking up with a damn migraine, David's lower body was fatigued, no doubt from the rough sex the night before. Unlike last time back at the bar, his memory felt hazy and mixed up, couldn't remember much. Sitting up and getting his eyesight in order wasn't any more useful than getting his head in working order.

"Oh, God. We got to stop doing this," he said tirelessly, with a yawn. "Why can't I remember last night? Head's… spinning."

Cass woke with a peaceful yawn. "David? Morning, baby." She checked David's body out. "Getting excited again, are we?" She smirked at the sight of David's endowment. Naturally, this brightened her day.

"That would be an understatement."

David tried to cover himself with anything he could find, a pillow, towel or even a cloth. None were within an arm's reach, the cheek of it all. Out of confidence, he didn't even bother covering himself, after ten seconds of searching he just stood there and put up with his stiffness.

"Sleep well?" Cass asked, changing the subject.

"You kidding? My head's killing me, I feel sick, and to top it off I'm naked."

"And you look like you're ready to go again," Cass giggled. She smiled and sat up. "Welcome to my world."

"Are you implying that I have a hangover? This what they feel like?! God, how is this possible?"

"Why? It's just a hangover, just because you don't get them doesn't mean…"

"I don't get hangovers because I can't get them," he said sternly, ending softly. "This is a big deal for me."

"Why?"

He sat down on the bed beside Cass. "Compared to regular humans, I have a stronger healing factor. My body filters out alcohol as fast as I can drink it. Ever since I was born, I was never fully normal."

"You look normal to me."

"That's the beauty of it. Just like my dad, I'm a superhuman, better in every way possible. Only now I feel it fading away. I feel that some serious permanent damage has happened."

"What kind of damage are we talking about? Is it that serious?"

"Not sure, just mostly concerned."

"Not gonna find the answer sat in bed all day, shall we get a move on?"

"Let's rest; for now, I'm feeling lazy. Besides, we need to piece together what happened last night."

"Sure."

David got back into bed with Cass and laid down next to her and covered himself with the bed's cover. "There must be a good reason why I feel like shit. Did we do any drugs yesterday? I feel like we did."

"No, we didn't," she said sternly. The only perk a heart condition could ever prove is the money for chems can go towards alcohol. "We're in the same boat here anyway, need to figure it out at some point."

He noticed a gold ring on Cass' beautiful ring finger. "Where'd you get that ring?"

She examined the gold ring on her finger. "I don't know. It's nice, though." She noticed a gold ring on David's ring finger also. They matched. "You got one too!" she exclaimed.

"Huh? Oh, it's my wedding ring from 2021," he said bitterly. "Why I'm still wearing it? I don't remember putting it on…"

She pointed to the nightstand by the bed. Some jewellery was resting on it. "Isn't that it over there? The one next to my pendant?"

The small nightstand had Cass' rose pendant and David's dog tags resting on top of it. On David's tags had a pre-war gold wedding ring looped over the chain, it was from David's wife from 2021, Samantha Simpson.

The tags were from his days in the army before he quit. Now that David mentions it, the gold ring on his and Cass' fingers was relatively new compared to Sam's old one... Which meant one thing…