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Harry felt a shiver of excitement at the thought of having sex with Daphne. "Mistress, huh?" he said with a smile. "Yes. I will fuck and suck you as often as you want. That will be the end of our agreement. Anytime, day or night, you want sex, you want your cock sucked, I'll do it without complaint," offered Daphne. Harry couldn't resist and said, "Show me your tits."
Daphne laughed and opened her coat, revealing her pretty, round, pale C-cups with perfect pink nipples. Harry was immediately aroused. "You got it," he said. Daphne laughed and covered herself back up, asking Harry to make it warm there because she was cold and starving.
"I'll take care of that. But as soon as I'm done, I'm going to fuck this pussy," Harry replied. Daphne gave him a flirtatious smile and said, "I can't wait."
Harry Potter knew that everyone had a weakness, and his was women. He was sure that many guys said that and were said about them, and he was sure that it was true in many cases. Many guys become stupid for women.
In this respect, Harry had at least decent luck. Although he didn't consider himself someone to look at, at Hogwarts, he managed to develop a minor obsession with taking care of his strength and fitness. By the time he finished school, he had a pretty decent physique. He always thought that his temperament never fit his body. He was an awkward quiet type in a jock's body. Everyone thought of him as a douche-bro just by looking at him.
The upside was that it was much easier to persuade women to spend time with him. He fully realized this only two years before the apocalypse started. As a result, many more women he met were willing to have sex. Either for trade, for fun, or out of desperation.
There was certainly something about looking down the barrel of the end of the world that made you just want to fuck all the time, if only because you knew it was much more likely that you would die tomorrow. But when Harry talked about weakness, he really meant it. He indulged in shitty fast food, sweets, and occasional drinking. Since arriving in the United States, he sometimes smoked weed, but not often. He never got into any of the harder stuff; it just seemed too dangerous to him. He had seen people addicted to drugs, and that shit scared him, damn it.
Apart from the obvious physical side effects of long-term drug use, Harry felt uneasy at the thought of ever becoming addicted to anything. Another bonus: he valued independence in its many forms. He believed that in the back of most people's minds, they like to imagine they could just pull themselves together and live off the land if the situation required it. Most of us are deluded in this regard, and he doesn't claim it was easy for him, but he feels he was better prepared when reality forced him to do so.
But when it became apparent that he might actually have to fight, literally and in every sense of the word, for his basic survival, he cut everything out. He stopped drinking, stopped smoking weed, and stopped eating junk. He already knew how to eat healthily and immediately set to work learning how to be more self-sufficient, making any fruits, vegetables, and meat he could find last longer.
But sex... His desire only grew since the snow started falling. Over the last two years, he found that he would do some stupid shit for sex.
Harry Potter wasn't crazy about it, though. For example, he wouldn't kill someone just for the chance to fuck some hot chick. He wasn't going to rob a place in exchange for pussy. But to risk his life to ensure someone's safety or to take someone somewhere that would be a huge pain in the ass and make survival that much harder? I mean, he likes to think he's a decent guy, helping people when he can, but...yes, he has to admit that if a hot chick who promised sex was involved, he'd do it.
With his head already starting to swell with visions of what Daphne looked like naked and how fucking great her tits looked when she stood there flashing him, he prepared to finish searching the gas station. Just to be safe. Even in the haze of the promise of good sex, he wasn't going to abandon the regular procedures he had.
"What first?" Daphne asked, pacing the hallway.
"I have to finish checking this place," Harry replied.
He peeked into the room where she was hiding and found a small bathroom. Just a toilet, sink, and garbage can, nothing more. Where the hell did she hide? There was nowhere to hide. He left and checked the back door.
There was an office there that apparently doubled as a storage room. The shelves were mostly empty, and there was an old computer on the desk with a boxy monitor. Holy shit, he didn't even know they had those anymore. What year was this place from, for crying out loud? The back doors she came through were slightly ajar.
He approached them, opened them, and looked around. Yes, the ground sloped sharply down there. He guessed she could climb up and see him; he'd be pretty obvious, maybe looking down at his feet for a few seconds or studying the scenery in a different direction for a few seconds, then slipping inside.
The terrain stretched far away from the gas station for several miles before finally reaching a wide snow-covered forest. Harry hoped to find something useful in all this wilderness, but all he saw was a simple cabin far away, maybe half a mile, between where he was now and the snowy forest.
Closing and then locking the door, he returned and checked the last room. A simple rest area, although it seemed that someone who ran this place had turned it into their own little living space. He guessed that when you live so far away, it's sometimes easier to just spend the night. Or maybe it was an escape from a crappy life.
Harry had encountered too many people who would literally prefer to sleep at work than go home to a spouse or family. As a result, he had access to a small double bed that could be large enough for his massive frame and Daphne. It would be tight, but it was a good thing right now.
Daphne nodded and said, "Oh, nice."
"Yep," Harry replied, looking around.
Besides the bed, there was a simple trio of cabinets in one corner that supported a sink and a microwave, neither of which Harry was sure would be of much use. Everywhere there were frozen pipes or non-functioning utilities, and finding power anywhere was now damn difficult. Generators were rare, and half the time they were broken.
There was a table and a pair of old metal chairs with cracked seats that could hold someone if they sat down. There were only two windows, both high up, small, and frosted. The most important thing in the entire building was a small metal structure crouched in a distant corner.
Harry approached the wood-burning stove and checked it. "Oh, thanks," he muttered.
"Well, that's good at least," Daphne muttered, lurking in the doorway.
"I have a task for you," Harry said, looking at the stove.
"Another one?"
Harry chuckled. "Yeah. Not that screwing me isn't appreciated, but I'd like to have some help. Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything dangerous."
"Fair enough," she replied. "What is it?"
"Go around the shop and start gathering anything useful that you can find. Food, supplies, anything you can find. Bring it here and set it on the counter."
"Okay, I can do that."
While Daphne went off to her task, Harry realized that the stove was operational and threw in what few pieces of wood were there. He would have to find a bit more and make a small stockpile. He wasn't sure how long he planned to be here, but if he could somehow get this vehicle running, he would take as much time as needed.
He lit the fire and got to work. Daylight was seeping through the gray, cloudy sky as they worked.
Harry went for a walk outside, moving around the perimeter of the building, checking for any useful supplies that might have been left behind by previous guests, signs of dangerous wildlife, or landmarks in the distance.
Behind the gas station was the shed. Two vehicles were still waiting outside, and in the other direction, pressed against a clump of trees, stood a house. Maybe there was something valuable there.
Harry gathered some wood from a small basket at the back and a few twigs that had blown far, collecting them by the fire. He checked the car wreck from top to bottom, hunting for any possible hiding places, though really everything that was worth checking was under the seats, in the glove compartment, and in the trunk. Nothing. Not a single damn useful thing.
Sometimes it looked like that. Actually, many times. Harry was good at sniffing out hidden compartments, for some reason, maybe because he needed those skills to survive his childhood with the Dursleys, things that other people overlooked, but sometimes there just wasn't a single damn thing.
On the other hand, the jeep had some shit. Those clothes were on the middle seat. Harry checked them. They could be useful, always great for bartering supplies, though none of them really looked like they could withstand cold weather. Nothing under the seats and nothing of real value in the glove compartment.
Just a few brochures, old receipts, a few pens, hey, those could come in handy. Harry took them and tucked them into his backpack. After that, he popped out of the trunk and walked around it again, opening it and peering into the back.
Probably the most enticing thing about this vehicle was that it could easily be used as a kind of mobile outpost. If you laid down the middle seats, you'd have enough space to lie down and sleep at night. Spread out a sleeping bag and find a portable heater, and you'd be pretty much set.
Of course, those were rare, but even in that case, the car was a pretty big find. Harry checked a couple of suitcases in the back. One had clothes, the other had more clothes. He sighed quietly. So, not the worst find, per se, but definitely could have been a lot better.
Harry grabbed both suitcases and set them down in the middle of the gas station, taking the opportunity to look around again. Although it was difficult to sneak up on someone in the snow, as the crunching gave you away when there was no wind, it was possible.
Plus, he could be watched from afar. Harry didn't see anything, and his instincts told him nothing, but it never hurt to check twice. He pulled up the trunk floor and checked the compartment underneath it.
His hopes sank. No spare tire, no jack, no iron. Well, that sucked.
Closing the trunk, Harry picked up the suitcases and set them inside the gas station, then went back to the car and started hunting for the key. He might be able to hotwire it, but he didn't want to do that every time he wanted to start the damn thing. He checked the compartment again, under the seats, the dashboard, the sun visors, and found nothing. Finally, he started reaching under the wheels.
That was it.
Luck found Harry Potter once again. He found a small magnetic box hidden under the rear wheel well on the driver's side, and upon opening it, found the key inside. Just to be sure, Harry slid into the driver's seat and tried to start the engine. But nothing happened. Just a single click. The engine was completely dead.
"Okay, so..." muttered Harry to himself. "I'd at least have to replace the battery."
He reached down and jumped back from the hood, tucking the key into his pocket and circling the front of the car. Leaning on it, he examined the engine block, which was frozen solid as he expected. He didn't have much mechanical knowledge, but he knew it was a newer model with a more efficient engine that probably ran on electricity, not gasoline. Although finding electricity was difficult after the Peak Oil situation, it wasn't impossible.
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