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The Last of Us: Coping Chapter 3 (excerpt #1 - A Compromising Position)
🕑 Added 2023-07-27 03:41:47 +0000 UTC“Fuck, fuck, god damnit,” Ellie grumbled, struggling to pull herself out of the crevice she’d somehow gotten herself wedged into. This was the last sort of predicament she ever wanted to find herself in. Getting chased down and torn to pieces by Infected was one thing, but getting torn to pieces by Infected because she stupidly got herself stuck in a crawlspace was not at all how she wanted to go out.
She knew she couldn’t cry out for help from James as it would run the risk of attracting any Infected in the area or in some hidden corner of the house that they may have overlooked. Ellie tried to wriggle out herself, scooting backward as much as she could. The beam above her was the biggest problem; it prevented her from being able to crawl back the way she came, and she also could not push the beam off of her from this tight angle. The best she could do was worm her way backward a centimeter at a time, but eventually she hit her limit and could go no further.
Yep, I’m officially fucked, Ellie thought.
Ellie stiffened when she heard footsteps behind her. Instinctively, her hand struggled to reach down to her holstered revolver, even if there was no chance in hell of her being able to get off an accurate shot from this position she was trapped in. She heard the creaking of floorboards as the figure walked through the study, the sound of the footfalls drawing closer and closer to her. Then the footsteps stopped and Ellie went completely still. Although she couldn’t see from this angle, especially with how dark it was, she could sense that someone was standing right behind her.
The only comfort she took was knowing that this was unlikely to be Infected, as they would be making more noise than this, babbling their mindless nonsense or clicking away with that horrible death rattle that Clickers made. Still, there was no shortage of human monsters out there who would have no qualms about having their way with a woman in a compromising position like the one she was in now. Maybe someone else had snuck in to wait out the blizzard just like she and James had done?
Ellie nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand tapping touching her from behind. “James? Is that you?” They didn’t respond, and Ellie was left feeling very concerned and even more vulnerable. “James, I know you don’t talk a lot, but if that’s you, I swear to god you better fucking say something.”
Again, they said nothing, and whoever the person was made no move to lift the beam off of her to help her out of the crawlspace. What they did do, however, was place their hands right on her ass. Whoever the person was would no doubt be looking right at the young woman’s butt sticking right out at them, and this person was clearly intent on taking full advantage.
As the stranger rubbed her ass, giving each cheek a squeeze, Ellie chewed her lip and grit her teeth. “If you’re not James, I’m going to fucking kill you,” Ellie growled. “And if you are James, I’m going to extra kill you, bastard.”
Once again, the stranger said nothing. His hands retreated from her bum and Ellie let out a sigh. This was short-lived, however, as the person’s fingers quickly reached around underneath her and unbuttoned her jeans. She swore and tried to wriggle away as this person deftly pulled her jeans and her panties down to her ankles. She gasped as the cold air hit her ass, goosebumps materializing across her skin as her lower half was almost completely bare and exposed.
The stranger’s hands again went to her freckled ass, giving her cheeks a good squeeze once again, this time completely unobstructed by her jeans and underwear. She heard the stranger suddenly spit before a finger ran itself along her slit between her legs. “W- What’re you…?” Ellie mumbled with confusion. She told herself she didn’t want this, especially if this stranger turned out to not be James. But then why was she getting so wet?
Whoever was ogling her freckled rear could clearly feel how turned on she was too. As their finger rubbed in circles along her sex, she could undoubtedly feel how moist her pussy was becoming and could probably see it glint in the dim lighting of the room. Ellie couldn’t fathom why her body was reacting this way. It was as if her own arousal was playing Russian Roulette, given that there was a 50/50 chance that the mystery figure rubbing her cunt was not actually her familiar male lover. She had absolutely no desire to be molested by some random asshole, but if this actually was James…
The stranger shuffled themselves up behind her, spreading her legs open as much as they could with her jeans and panties tugged down around her ankles. She took a deep breath to ready herself for what was to come as she heard the stranger spit once again, followed by the sound of them rubbing their spit into something. Realizing that this stranger was likely a dude, and was likely lubing up their cock to penetrate her, she braced herself, her body shaking from an odd mixture of trepidation, excitement and the cold.
Ellie felt two strong hands wrap themselves around her waist followed by a thick, spongey cockhead rubbing against her slit. The strange man once again paused and let another glob of spit fall from his mouth, landing on the place where his cock was pressing against her tight pussy. With this additional lubrication and her natural wetness leaking out of her, he firmly pulled her trapped body back toward him while he gave a single, insistent shove forward. The decision was completely out of her hands, trapped as she was, as her tight sex was impaled on his member with a single simultaneous push and pull.
“Oh f- fuck!” Ellie yelped as exquisite pleasure coursed through her nethers as she was filled by a very familiar girth.
Yep, this was definitely James. The moment the mystery cock plunged its way inside her tight pinkess, the sudden penetration removed any doubt from her mind. She’d had James’ cock inside her more than enough times by now that she could probably make a 3D image of it in her brain.
“James, you dumbshit!” Ellie laughed, filled with sudden relief that she wasn’t being used by some random sick fuck, but rather the father of her child. “What’re you - oh fuck! - doing?!” Her half-hearted protests were interrupted by his cock hitting a really good spot inside her which turned her legs to jelly, quivering with her jeans and panties around her ankles.
She heard James let out a laugh, and she again wanted to kill the smug bastard. She hated him, but man did she also fucking love him. She’d sheepishly confided in him a few nights ago about wanting to eventually try something kinky like this, and it seemed that he had taken her little current mishap to make her fantasy a reality. Truth be told, this was probably not a good idea considering anyone - human or Infected - could sneak up on them whilst they were…preoccupied. But she was in such a state of bliss now that she didn’t care. Neither did he, apparently.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Ellie taunted him, her trapped lower body jostling back and forth from his hips slapping against hers. “You like having your way with a trapped lesbian in some snowed-in house and sticking your big, fat prick inside her until you empty your nuts in her?!” Her wetness was practically coating his long, thick cock sliding in and out of her. She was on the verge of obtaining what had to be her quickest orgasm from penetrative sex that she’d ever had.
“Alleged lesbian,” James murmured sarcastically. He reached a finger down to roll her clit with one of his fingers, adding to the pleasure of his cock pushing in and out of her wet pussy.
Ellie chewed her lip, pushing her ass back at him to meet him thrust for thrust as well as she could in her position. “‘Alleged’, huh? Why don’t you prove it, bud?” she challenged him.
Comments
Et2bruttus
That’s high praise, thank you! I’d like to think it is fitting too considering she is healing from the trauma of the first two games. But either way, thank you! This is a fun series to write.
SpiceofVice
Is it odd to say I like this Ellie more than the games version? Eh, probably, but I love the Coping series.
