Aftermath with Natalie Dormer [M/F]

The world had gone to shit in the span of about a week. You could watch the bombs being dropped from your bedroom window. I could still feel the vibrations from the blasts shaking my bones. There were so many reports that nobody really knew what caused it. The TV and radio stations then went dark. Everyone was left clueless. Law and order couldn’t be maintained. The riots, looting and all the other unmentionable things that happened were worse than any bomb. 

Awakened by the rumbling of engines, I flashed my eyes wide open and peeked out of the shattered window. Down the street there were headlights. Lunatics were firing off gunshots, blaring music and hollering obscenities. I tucked myself back into the room and they flew by, drunk off their own newly found power. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I checked outside again. They were gone.   

I could relax my shoulders back down. I took a swig from the crumbled bottle of water. It was hard not to grimace at how warm it was. There was quiet again, for now. The night sky was awash with stars, something you’d have never been able to see in L.A when all the lights were on.  

Natalie stirred in her sleeping bag. She groaned gently and then turned over to face me. She was still asleep. I swear she could sleep through anything, even the end of the world. I’d flown over to spend some time with “Auntie Natalie Dormer” after failing terribly at university. Staying over had always been such an adventure. The wealth and power she had obtained were inspiring. It had always seemed that my best ideas came about every time we came to visit. Her hard work and dedication would rub off on me and I’d return home reinvigorated. Of course, there was no going home this time.  

The fancy boulevards had been the first to be targeted by the amassing rioters. We had gotten out before the mobs got to her place and stayed low in the mostly abandoned suburbs. There was no goal or destination. At the moment, we were just surviving.  

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As the sun crested over the L. A skyline, we both rose after differing amounts of sleep. Nat was pleasantly rested. She stretched as she sat up and was energised for the day. I, on the other hand, was sluggish and irritable.  

Checking through our packs, we found that both food and water were getting low. That became our priority. We had come into this house late at night, so giving it the once over before we left seemed like a good idea. I headed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards. Honestly, I had no idea what to take and leave. Natalie had mentioned tinned stuff would last longer, so I scooped up a couple of cans and set them aside on the central island.  

As my search continued, Natalie, still upstairs, screamed. Without hesitation, I charged back through the house, up the stairs and started to shout her name as I checked the rooms I passed. Eventually, at the bathroom, I found Natalie overjoyed to find the shower still working.  

“Jesus,” I said, a little out of breath.  

“Aww, look at you, coming to my rescue.” She joked, ruffling my hair.  

The steam from the hot water started to rise from the bathtub. Natalie began unbuttoning her top shirt button, stopping to look back over her shoulder at me.  

“Go on then, shoo! Can’t waste this.” 

I was pushed back out of the bathroom. Natalie closed the door, but the latch didn’t catch so it swung back open, leaving a sliver to peer through. I’d tried to keep my eyes off her. It was easy in the beginning, but as we spent more time in such close, constant proximity, it was inevitable that we would see one another without our clothes on. After the first incident where I caught Nat changing, it’d been increasingly more difficult as the weeks went by not to steal the odd glance or, as I was now doing, watch her get undressed.  

She slipped the shirt down from her shoulders and let it fall onto the floor. Her dainty fingers unclasped the plain black bra that fell too. With her back facing me, I didn’t even get a hint of her breasts. After the boots and socks came the cargo trousers. Once unbuckled they fell instantly, and I was greeted with the familiar sight of her pert, shapely ass and long, toned legs. With the heat rushing to my crotch, I eagerly watched as she slipped off a similarly plain, black thong. Partially turning to get in the shower, I never got to see her sex. This was torture. In the haze of my lust, I bumped up against the wall and a picture shook itself free from the nail holding it up. I’d never moved so fast, ducking back into the room we had slept in and made myself look busy. I heard Natalie step towards the door before closing it. Did she know I was looking?  

I’d had the pleasure of showering in cold water. I suppose that’s my punishment for looking in on Natalie as she got undressed. Perhaps she knew and that was her way of punishing me. She spoke nothing of it as we headed out into the street and started to make our way to nowhere in particular. A cool breeze swept through the suburbs and was a welcome break from the rising heat of the sun. With my head constantly on a swivel, I was fighting against the tiredness to keep up with Nat who had put herself ahead of me. She stood at a crossroads, looking in each direction as she waited for me to catch up.  

I saw them before she did. Straight ahead and behind her. The same trucks and cars from last night. I broke into a sprint, my instincts kicking before I could even think. I dropped my pack off my shoulders to lose the extra weight. The whole world around me seemed to slow down. Nat started to turn around, seeing the fear on my face. They had put their pedals down, speeding towards the two of us. Rapidly catching up to Nat, I pumped my arms and legs as hard as I could and focused only on her. Within seconds, I was within reach but so were they. I took hold of her arm, pulled her in close and dived off to the right.  

We landed on the footpath, my body breaking her fall. She opened her eyes, those brilliant blue gems staring into mine. Her golden blonde hair fell to one side and the light caught the opposite side of her face, accentuating all her sharp, defining features. I saw the beauty up close. Our lips were inches apart. All that lust rushed back and was quashed in an instant by a stabbing pain in my chest.  

“Are you okay?” Natalie asked, climbing off me.  

I wheezed, pain shooting through me again as I rushed to my feet. Something wasn’t right. No time to stop and the rest. The cars that flew by were turning around.  

“We need to go.” I panted, taking Natalie’s hand and pulling her away from the sidewalk into someone’s garden.  

Flying down the side of the house and into the back yard, we made a beeline for the fence as the cars rumbled on the drive and the men at the wheel started to come searching for us. I gave Nat a foot up and she got over with ease. I struggled, heaving myself up and over, clenching my jaw through the pain. Because I’d taken so long, one of the degenerates that tried to run us down caught a glimpse of me, screaming to his friends our position.  

We burst into the next house through the back door. Natalie ran for the stairs whilst I grabbed a knife from the chopping block. I waited behind the inward swinging door. The guy that spotted us was close behind. Once I saw his feet break through the threshold into the house, I reeled myself around and stuck the knife in his chest. I watched the adrenaline dissipate and shock kick in. He gasped, looking down and then back up at me. I pushed him backward, keeping a hold of the knife. His friends wouldn’t be far behind. I scrambled through the house, wiped the blood from my hand on the door and threw the knife out into the street. Hopefully, they were stupid enough to take the bait.  

Natalie came back down the stairs. “Come on!” She saw the blood and said nothing.  

Wrapping my arm up over her shoulder, she practically carried me up the stairs. On the main landing, the loft hatch was open, and the ladder unfolded.  

“We can hide up here.” She put me up against the ladder and willed me to climb up.  

More voices in the garden and further footfall in the house gave me the encouragement I needed to climb faster. Natalie came up behind. We both took a hold of the rope and pulled with all our strength. Between our tired arms and broken bodies, we managed to get the hatch closed. I laid myself down as quietly as possible onto my back, breathing heavily, and with fuzzy vision, all I could do was watch as Natalie steadied herself. Crouched over the hatch, she waited with what looked like a table leg in case they came searching. 

Hours went by. We could hear their voices filled with rage. They tore the street apart but never thought to check the loft. As the day ended, they eventually gave up. Relieved, Natalie let go of the tension in her body and slumped down onto her ass. Giving herself only a moment of respite she was quickly back up and rifling through her pack. Pulling out the last of the water, she put her hand under my head and gently lifted it, allowing me to drink what was left. 

“Save some.” I pleaded.  

“It’s okay, there’ll be more somewhere.” She said with a smile that hid the concern.  

The last thing I remember is her folding up her coat and tucking it under my head before I passed out. My dreams were filled with the same chase, only this time it was impossible to get away. I couldn’t run. Natalie was caught. I became so freaked out I woke myself up. It was another night of disturbed sleep. With only a small, porthole-sized, round window to let the moonlight in, the rest of the loft was practically pitch black. Natalie was wide awake, propped up against the window, watching the road.  

“How you feeling?” She asked, shuffling over to be next to me.   

“Certainly been better.” I said with one eye open, feeling across the soreness.  

Natalie giggled and made sure I stayed laid down. “You need to rest, especially if you broke something.” She pressed the back of her hand against my forehead and then the soft palm trailed down my cheek and held my face. “Thank you.”  

I saw the glassiness of her eyes and didn’t know what to make of her shedding that tough exterior.  

“You’d do the same for me,” I said humbly. I didn’t do it for glory or praise.  

Natalie wiped her eyes and laughed away how silly she probably felt. Looking down at me for a moment, she paused to help her process the next thing she was about to do. Leaning down to me, turning my head with her hand, she kissed me. Lying there perplexed, I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted. The softness of her lips pressed up against mine still got an instant reaction from my body. She pulled away a little, our faces the same distance apart as they were early on the sidewalk. Her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge in my trousers. That famous smile found its way across her face, and she came back in for more.  

The kissing became more passionate. Her mouth opened and our tongues got involved. I ran my hand through the silkiness of her hair and held her steady as we continued to make out. My skin prickled with excitement as the hairs on my arms shot up. Natalie was careful to avoid going anywhere near my chest. I felt her switch tact, slowing down to let her hand find its way onto my crotch. She gave the growing erection a tentative squeeze before pulling her lips away from mine for a second time.  

“I think we need to do something about this. Don’t you?” With a raised eyebrow and a devilish look, she started to unbuckle my trousers. 

I couldn’t help but consider our relationship to one another. The voyeurism is one thing, but this — this was wrong, right?  

“Wait,” I said abruptly. 

She stopped and looked back at me, “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with him.” She said again with that same mischievous look on her face.  

“No that’s not it.” I took a hold of her hand and pulled her up and away from my trousers. “It’s just that — well — we’re related and that doesn’t sit right with me.”  

Natalie’s face went from excited to irritated. 

“So, this isn’t okay, but watching me get undressed is?”  

My heart sank. I guess that answers the question of whether she knew what I had been doing. I felt my face flush red and didn’t know what to say or how to explain myself. This was beyond awkward. What made it even worse was Natalie breaking out into raucous laughter.  

“You’re too sweet!” She said ecstatically. “We’re not actually related.”  

I furrowed my brow in confusion and looked at her, waiting for an explanation.  

“I grew up with your mum. I was practically family, but we aren’t actually related.”  

“What about everyone calling you auntie?” I asked what I thought was a sensible question.  

It only fuelled Natalie’s laughter. 

“Oh that, it just kinda’ stuck.” 

Not only have I made myself look like a complete idiot, but because of my ineptitude to realise the obvious, I have also turned down Natalie Dormer of all people. Once the laughter died down and she wiped away the tears, her attention came back to me.  

“Oh dear.” She looked down at my trousers to see the huge erection I had was now gone. “I think it’s best you get some more rest anyway.” She left me with a kiss on the forehead and returned herself over to the window.  

Inside, I was screaming at how badly I handled that entire situation. On the outside, I simply bit my tongue and fidgeted for a bit until I was somewhat comfortable on the hard wooden board. Staring up at the ceiling, I replayed the whole thing in my head over and over again. There were a million different ways I could’ve handled that, all of which would have resulted in a happier ending. Instead, I returned to the present, to me lying in pain having cucked myself.  

At some point, I drifted off. It seemed that being chased, killing a man and possibly breaking bones resulted in a better night’s sleep. I rubbed away the heaviness in my eyes to see Natalie was gone and the hatch open. A short stint of panic was quelled when I saw her head pop back up.  

“Awake then! Come on, breakfast is ready. You need a hand down?”  

“No, I’ll be alright.” 

That pride had made the journey down the ladder and stairs one hundred times worse. I moved at a snail’s pace, stopping in the bathroom and lifting my t-shirt to inspect the damage. All up my left side was heavily bruised. I didn’t dare even touch it. Natalie called again and I trundled down to the kitchen. The smell was divine and hit my taste buds like a train. Straight away I was salivating. Set out was a plate filled with eggs, bacon, toast and mushrooms. I hurried to the table and sat down. Picking up the cutlery, I didn’t know where to start. I stabbed a piece of bacon and shoved it into my mouth.  

“Fuck,” I said, leaning back, “This is amazing. Thank you.”  

“Seems I owed you one.” She said with a smile.  

I didn’t know whether she was talking about the chase or last night. I was too absorbed in eating all this food to care. Wolfing it down, it was only a matter of minutes by the time the both of us were finished. It’d been months since we had been able to eat a proper meal. Even sitting at a table and using cutlery was a blessing. For a moment everything was okay. The world was back to normal, and I almost wanted to ask when I could catch my flight back home.  

“How’s your ribs?” Natalie asked, seeing the expression on my face drop.  

“Sore. I don’t think anything is broken, just bruised.” I massaged my stomach after inhaling that breakfast.  

“We should stay here until you’re able to move,” Natalie said, taking the plates from the table and over to the sink. “There’s plenty of food and actual beds.” 

“We can’t. Those guys might come back.” I pointed out. 

“Then we just hide in the loft. If they catch us out in the open again -.” She stopped, dreading the thought.  

I hadn’t the heart to argue the point with her. We’d seen first-hand what these roaming gangs will do to people who they capture. Especially the woman. It didn’t bear thinking about.  

“Okay. We’ll stay. Let’s at least get rid of the body.”  

“Yeah, it’s already starting to stink.” Natalie held her hand to her nose as she walked over to look at it.  

It was mostly all Nat that did the heavy lifting. I tried as much as my body would allow. It took a few tries with plenty of breaks, but eventually, the body was dragged down to the bottom of the garden. We also agreed to keep the loft hatch open and ladder down in case we needed to get up into the loft with short notice. There was also the ever-looming threat of that gang returning. As much as Natalie detested not at least trying to barricade, I argued that if they were able to rub two brain cells together, then they’d realise someone was here. We had already moved the body. The final act was gathering as many of the supplies as possible, getting me a new backpack and filling it up.  

We were at the dining room table. Natalie had completely cleared the cupboards of anything useful and I was slowly organising it in my new bag. It was peaceful. There were birds that’d flocked into the city for nesting, and without so many people and no pollution, nature was taking its land back. There was distant commotion, but it stayed as just that, a distance. For once, it was nice to have a day or two where we didn’t have to worry. Where everything was planned for. Natalie came over and was instantly repulsed when she went to sit down next to me. 

“What?” I said before taking a whiff of my t-shirt. “Jeez.” I understood why she reacted so excessively.  

“Up to the shower!” She demanded. 

When I went to stand, after sitting down for so long, my body seized up and I fell back into the chair. Natalie grimaced, comically pulling her shirt up over her nose and slipping under my arm to help lift me.  

 ”Come on, it isn’t that bad.” I tried to convince her, but the words fell on deaf ears.  

“Yes, yes it is. I don’t want to end up like the guy at the bottom of the garden.”  

I laughed, to my detriment as the pain shot through me again. We made it to the bathroom, eventually, and Natalie stood at the door as I rested up against the towel rack and began to lift my shirt off. She was still standing there, watching me struggling and I wondered if I should even ask.  

“Need a hand?” She said playfully, knowing full well I wasn’t going to be able to do this on my own.  

Propping myself up, I let her grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it up and over my head. She audibly gasped at the bruising down the left-hand side of my ribs. 

“It looks worse than it is.” I was fooling myself into thinking this would go away quickly.  

“Are you sure? It looks really fucking bad.” Her curiosity got the better of her and she laid a hand against my side.  

I wanted to cry out in pain but instead held it in and grunted like a wild animal.  

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry.”  

“No – it’s fine.” I spat out through gritted teeth.  

“Can you handle the rest?” She asked sincerely.  

I smirk. “I can’t say I would mind the company.”  

She hit me on the shoulder. “I didn’t mean like that!” That comment made her turn and leave.  

Maybe I overstepped the mark. Maybe she was teasing me. It was difficult to read her. I suppose that’s the sign of a good actress. I started to unbuckle my trousers but stopped at the point where I’d normally pull them down. Instead, I wiggled and shook my legs the best I could to get them to fall. Once they hit the ground, through my continued noise of anguish and pain I managed to get the shower turned on. Stepping up into the tub was a horrendously painful task. Once the first foot was in, I could feel the slick of the tub and knew I’d fall over if I lifted the other foot. So, I was stuck, naked with one foot in the tub and wasting what precious little hot water there was. It bruised my ego a little to have to admit defeat but there was no getting out of this one by myself.  

“Nat!” I shouted as loud as my ribs would allow.  

She came running but stopped at the door when she briefly caught a glimpse of me naked.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“Well, technically I’m stuck.”  

She couldn’t help but let out a little snigger.  

“And?” She was fishing for me to say something specific.  

As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough, I had to bury whatever was left of my pride and ask her straight up.  ”I need your help,” I mumbled.  

“There we go!” She announced, stepping into the bathroom. “Not so difficult, is it?” She teased me constantly about that and I could only imagine the smug grin on her face after finally getting me to admit defeat.  

Lifting myself into the tub, with her help, I sat down and wrapped my arms around my knees to keep my crotch out of sight. Natalie rolled up her sleeves, slipped the hairband from her wrist and tied up her hair into a ponytail. Taking the shower head from its holder, she brought it down and held it over my head. There were spare bottles of soap kicking around in the tub and she used what was left of their contents to cover my head in suds.  

She washed away the soap. The water trickling down my skin was heaven. It was improved by how she worked her fingers over my scalp and through my hair. I relaxed my shoulders and fully allowed myself to be in her capable hands.  

“Don’t get used to this,” she said, seeing how much I was enjoying it.  

“Going to take a while to be back to full fitness I think.” I smirked, holding in a laugh.  

It’s as if I could hear Natalie roll her eyes.  

“I’m gonna’ do your body now so let me know if it’s too painful.”  

“Alright, just go slow.”  

The softness of her hands returned to caress my body. Starting at my upper back she made her way down, then back up to work my shoulders. I leaned back a little to that she could get her hands on my chest. Neither of us spoke. I mostly kept my eyes closed to avoid any further arousal and tried to focus on not getting hard again. Inevitably, Natalie’s hand drifted further south, and as the back of it brushed up against my semi-erect cock, I opened my eyes and found her patiently waiting. Looking at me with mischief in her eyes, she leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed me hard.  

I reciprocated, pulling her closer so that I wasn’t straining as far. Dropping the shower head, Natalie held herself balanced against my back, leaving her other hand free. Naturally, it went down to my crotch. She slipped my cock into the palm of her hand and gently rubbed up and down as we passionately continued to kiss, mouths open, tongues vying for supremacy. I let my legs slide down to give her easier access which she promptly made the most of. She turned her hand sideways and gripped my cock, staying at the tip to massage it and give me the most satisfaction with little effort. 

I fumbled around with the shower head behind me, trying to push it away as it continued to spray hot water at my back. Natalie pulled herself away. Sticking the shower head back up into the holder she rushed to open the buttons on her shirt. All I could do was watch on, in awe, finally getting to see her perfect, tear-drop breasts as her bra came off and joined her shirt on the floor. Her trousers flew off and before she could remove her thong, she climbed into the tub with me.  

“Let me know if I’m hurting you.” She said, catching her breath between all the renewed excitement. 

“Mhmm.” Is all I wanted to say as she laid me down onto my back.  

Keeping her body hovering above mine, she was still able to come back and kiss me. We returned to the hot and heavy making out. This time I was savouring every second as we swapped saliva and my hands took in every inch of her body. She arched her back, letting me get a firmer grip of her pert, round ass cheeks. I took them each in my hand and squeezed. Kneading her supple flesh made me rock hard. As we moved around in the tub it poked and slapped against her stomach.  

Natalie rose, straddling me and taking my cock in both her hands. I was impressed at my own package and how she was able to use two hands. It did help that they were petite and small. Starting to stroke my cock again, she watched me with intense satisfaction at seeing my body jerk and muscles twitch at the pleasure she was giving me. Altering the speed kept me on edge and the sudden stop-starts had me writhing underneath her. I needed something to distract me, and occupy my mind otherwise I was on the verge of blowing my load too soon. I wanted so much more from her.  

I slid my hand down under her sex and started to rub in small circles. Her eyes widened before quickly narrowing as her head fell back. She rocked her hips and pushed down against my fingers. I was just as hungry for her as she was for me. I pulled the fabric of her thong to one side and felt her slick lips wet my fingers. Pressing harder and focusing on her clit, she took one hand away from my cock and was idly stroking it. Fully immersed in the burning desire of my fingers against her cunt, she opened her eyes and pushed my hand away.  

 Coming back down to be over me and pulling her thong to the side, her hand reached down and positioned the head of my penis against her pink slit. Just to keep up her act, she teased herself up against me, grinding her hips down against my shaft and covering it in her juices. It got both of us riled up to point that we couldn’t wait any longer. I lifted my hips to push up into her as she settled herself down. It was bliss. We both felt the relief wash over to the two of us. Natalie held onto the sides of the tub and held eye contact.  

 ”Let me do all the work. You need to rest.”  

 She started slow, as seemed to be her style. Carefully she rose before pushing back down. I watched my dick disappear into her tight hole. It gripped my cock just as firmly as her hand did. I was in heaven. It didn’t take long for her to pick up the pace. As she bottomed out, I thrust my hips up to meet her. The slapping of our skin meeting as we fucked echoed out of the tub and into the bathroom. The steam had made it hotter in here and the sweat quickly started to build up on the both of us. I took advantage of her position, gawking at her breasts as they bounced in tandem with her riding. I took a hold of one, squeezing it, rolling my fingers over her hardened nipple to introduce spikes of pleasure into our already electric fucking. 

 I could feel her legs trembling. My cock throbbed as it pushed deep inside her. We were both ready to finish. Natalie beat me to it, body convulsing as her muscles uncontrollably spasmed. She arched forward, eyes squeezed shut, briefly stopping in her ride and taking my face into her hands. The kiss was long and fulfilling. Once she was able to relax, her eyes opened again.  

 ”Did – did you cum?” She asked, still catching her breath. 

 ”No,” I said timidly, still hard and buried inside her.  

 Without saying anything else, Natalie rose back up and started back up again. Grinding her hips upwards, she took herself all the way up until my cock was almost fully outside. Then she pressed back down, sharply, sending pulses of electricity up my spine. In a world of absolute amazement, I allowed her to do what I had quickly learned she was very good at. Becoming vocal, Natalie leaned back in to be close to my face allowing her better purchase to ride my cock. Locking eyes, she uttered encouragement to me with a low, husky tone.  

 ”Cum for me.” She said, “I want you to cum inside me.”  

 All her efforts resulted in what I had previously cucked myself out of. It was my turn to have the spotlight. I thrust hard in rhythm with her and pumped in and out of her womanhood as fast as the injury would allow.  

 ”Fuck. That’s it. Fuck me hard.” She begged.  

I rapidly reached the end of what little control I had left and exploded inside her. Shooting my load, my hips sunk back down. Both of us had one hell of a job to catch our breath. I wrapped my hand around the back of Natalie’s head and kept her pressed up against my forehead. Sharing this with her had not only satisfied the burning lust that had been building over the previous months, but it also marked a new chapter in our ever-growing relationship. Now, there was an opportunity to get through the apocalypse together in a new, fun and exciting way.    

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