The Walking Dead: Sanguinary - (Haru and celebstars)

Haruchai

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The Governor. What a sadistic and vicious fuck. Sometimes you had to be, to survive. Other times, well, you did it just because you liked it. Because you got off on it. The Governor was one of the latter. He didn't used to be that way. Circumstances might have made him what he was, but in the end it didn't matter.

Mike Tanner was one of those. He'd been a staunch supporter of the Governor in the beginning. He'd seen what the man was trying to do, the good it was doing for people to have a sense of community again. Being a former military man, Mike helped the Governor strategize certain things, and even participated in some of the activities. Yet when all was said and done Mike realized he'd been kept in the dark, kept out of the loop. Raids and the killing of civilian targets were missions he was not aware of, and when he found out he was sick to his stomach.

He took the first chance he could to defect, andit had taken quite some time to earn Rick's trust. He'd done it though, and his military experience proved invaluable. He often went out with Daryl on scouting details, riding his motorcycle side by side with the other man. They'd formed a close friendship and Mike could tell Daryl missed Merle. He sort of stepped into the role, the two becoming close.

Mike wasn't surprised when the Governor showed up at the fences, but the fact the man had Michone and Hershel made him cringe. Rick had gone to the fence to talk of course, but Mike knew it didn't matter. He knew the Governor's game and knew this would only end in blood. Lots of it. He wasn't at the fence, he was helping get as many people as he could out of the complex. But he heard the screams. Those two girls, Hershels's daughters. Maggie and Beth. He heard them first and knew what had happened.

That was when all hell broke loose.

It was chaos after that, and Mike did what he could to help. He saw the Governor go down under the blade of Michone, and yet the man had wreaked enough havoc. The prison was lost, overrun now by walkers and Rick and the other scattered. Mike wasn't even able to get to his bike, but he grabbed his BOB, his 'bug-out-bag', and made for the woods. The Governor's forces were once again scattered or dead, but so was Rick's group.

Mike kept to himself the first day or so, looking for any other survivors, and only finding a couple. He found Maggie and Glen, and the three of them stuck together after that, hoping to find any of the others. It wasn't easy, and Mike kept up their hopes as best he could. That was, he tried. The small nest of walkers caught them by surprise. They'd been complacent, let their guard down. The small camp they'd made was almost overrun, and Glen had been pulled down screaming. Mike knew he was doomed, couldn't let the man go out that way and then possibly come back. The heavy crossbow bolt took Glen in the temple and Mike granted him mercy.

Then it was just he and Maggie, on the run and looking for a place to hole up for the night.
 
Maggie sat there on the grassy earth of the forest, her back leant against a tree as did the back of her head. The woman had been crying for hours, seeing her father beheaded right before her very eyes was enough to drive her crazy. She couldn't be though, she had no choice, she had to remain strong for the group, or at least what was left of it.

It was only her, Glenn and the man who had only been with them a few weeks prior to the onslaught which happened at the prison. Staring at the fire, she heard to crackling as the firewood burned slowly. Due to their shock at being made homeless and suffering the loss of loved ones the threesome could be forgiven for taking things a little easy. But it was exactly that which had just cost them again.

As they slept in the middle of the night with the fire glowing, it had attracted some unwanted guests. With the walkers walking slowly they snuck up and managed to feast on the person Maggie was leaning on. Taking her head off Glenn's shoulder she saw a walker sinking it's teeth in to his neck.

With barely a second passing, Maggie used her knife to pierce it's head and get it off her lover. Looking at Glenn, she saw him bleeding out with a chunk of his neck missing. "No...No.....Glenn!!" She shouted and screamed, cradling him and hoping for the impossible that he would somehow manage to survive. Another walker began to pull at his legs as he screamed and Maggie couldn't do nothing but witness a bow slide through his temple and out of the opposite side.

"Glenn..." she cried, scooting across the grass before finally getting up and having to leave the camp.

Maggie never said a word that entire night afterwards, she followed Mike the best she could but given the state she was in, she couldn't care if she was grabbed, bite or killed.
 
Mike stayed close to Maggie, letting her have her space but always within sight of her. She moved along like one of the walkers, almost shambling, her emotions drained out of her. Mike's 6'5" frame literally towered over her when he moved closer to her and advised they should maybe try to find another place to rest. Staying to close to Glen would be too painful, yet blundering about the woods at night wasn't wise either.

"C'mon Mags, let's find a place to set camp again. I was able to grab my pack and my bag, so you can have it to sleep in."

The words were meant to be comforting and he adjusted the way the reverse crossbow set across his body, the larger FN SCAR-H Rifle across his back. He'd managed to find a suppressor for it, but the crossbow was still quieter and almost as deadly. Mike was meticulous about his weapons and as they found a place to settle down he tossed Maggie the pack with the bedroll and began a thorough check of the armament.

He did this for a bit and finally spoke up. "I'm sorry about Glen. He was a good man." he said, not sure what else to say.

They decided to cold camp after the incident earlier and Mike offered to keep a watch. Unless Maggie denied that is just what he did, and he watched over her all night long whether she managed to sleep or not.
 
Morning had come, another new day, another new horror show to witness in this crazy world. Maggie hadn't slept a wink, not only had she just lost her father, she had lost the love of her life. All in the same day.

Laying on the forest floor, she saw a centipede run across the earth, making it's way underneath and burying itself from view. Staring at it, she wish she could hide herself away, forget everything that had happened and move on but she couldn't. Not yet anyway.

Standing up, they were still in their camp that they had made the second time that night. "I'm going to find water" she said and with that, marched on through the trees with her black boots breaking twigs and ripping leaves. It was nearly Winter, the trees had no leaves left and everything was bare and naked.

The woman who was 5'9 and had short brown hair walked until she found a nearby stream. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone around it seemed pretty safe. Having her tight fitting black jeans on, it had to tear marks in it, one across the left knee and another on the right thigh. Up above was a green tank top filled with dirt although it was cleaner than her face.

Taking her belt off, it held her knife and pistol in it. Resting it on the ground Maggie got on to her knees and took off her tank top. Showing off her white bra, she leant down and scooped water in to her hands and started to clean her face as well as her shoulders and arms.
 
Mike watched her move off through the woods and he stood with a grunt, stretching from where he'd been able to rest, his back against a tree. His joints were stiff and his back popped softly before he moved off around another tree to take a piss. When he was done with that though he moved off after Maggie. She wasn't far but he still used his military skills and the tips and tricks he'd been taught by Daryl to find her easier.

He swallowed thickly when he saw she was in her bra and he made sure to move a little ways down from her. He started to set down his equipment and weapons, glad for the chance to at least wash a little. He was a man in excellent shape. He'd already been ripped before all this shit started, but now - sometimes your environment made you or broke you. Mike was a beast, a man made for survival, and he could have thrived save for one little thing. He'd found he couldn't do it alone. As much as he prided himself on his skills and survival training, even in the military you still trained to act as a unit.

He'd quickly found that out here all alone, his need for company drove him to seek out others. Unfortunately the Governor had found him first. He'd tried to make a home there but never really fit in. Rick's group though... that had been nice and somewhere he felt he truly belonged. It hurt him to see them get hurt, to see them die, and he'd only been a part of that for a few weeks. He could not begin to imagine just how Maggie felt.

Keeping an eye on her he stripped off his shirt and began to wash as quietly as he could, wiping away several days worth of grime and dirt from his skin. He gave Maggie a wistful smile and said, "Sorry. Not gonna let us wander too far out of the sight of the other. We need to stick together."

He'd always found Maggie attractive, but he respected her and Glen and had never said a word. She might have caught his looks toward her, those eyes that spoke to the fact he wanted her, but if she had she'd kept her peace as well. So Mike just washed as best he could, soon stripping down to his boxers as he kept his weapons close at hand and eyes and ears alert.
 
Maggie enjoyed the quietness as she slowly let the cold water fall over her. It was nice to get away from it, even nicer to get away from Mike. It wasn't him personally, Maggie had no problem with him, she just didn't want eyes on her, she didn't want anyone feeling sorry for her after her loss. She knew any time he would ask "Are you OK?" The question that everyone asked in a time of peril and despair.

Looking to her left, she saw him joining her although at least some distance away to let her have some privacy. Looking at his ripped chest, she admired his body, it was something she would go for in a man. Glenn didn't have it, but she loved him for other reasons.

"Frightened to be on your own?" Maggie said, looking at her reflection in the water and then glancing back at Mike who seemed to be comfortable enough to take off his pants and be in just his underwear. Looking away, the woman knew she would have to do the same, there was no point in just cleaning her upper half.

Standing up, she kicked off her boots and then unfastened her belt, taking off her jeans and doing so in a way as to not bring attention to herself. That was nearly impossible as her smooth toned legs and meaty thighs appeared. Wearing a black set of panties, her lower ass cheeks popped out the bottom giving her even more sex appeal. Sitting back down, she then scooped up water on to her legs and washed herself clean.
 
Mike had set about washing without much fanfare, careful not to splash too much. The noise, any noise, might draw nearby walkers. That was the last thing they needed; to be caught with their pants down, literally. He washed up easily enough, slicking back his hair and rinsing the every day grime and dirt from his skin. It was hard not to notice Maggie, as it had been for weeks now, and Her soft question brought an uncharacteristic smile. He nodded. He wasn't afraid to admit it.

"I am. I mean, it's not so much the walkers themselves. I can deal with those. It's just the sheer... loneliness." His tone and manner spoke true. The being out and about and fighting for your life - that was easy really. Keep moving. Be aware. But nothing could prepare you for being well and truly alone. It could drive you insane.

He looked over as she peeled off her pants, ass jiggling enticingly as she stepped out of them, and mike turned away a little so she couldn't see the raging erection he had, his member throbbing in its want. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone.

Mike swallowed and pulled off his boxers as he stepped out a bit deeper, the coolness feeling strange and yet comforting on his skin as his cock was submerged. Reaching down beneath the surface he acted as if he was washing his legs, while his hand began to stroke a bit. He knew he didn't have time to do it properly, but he needed some sort of relief before they set back out or it would drive him crazy. He imagined her in all manner of ways, and soon gave up though. He couldn't keep himself hidden for long, and if she saw his erection, so be it. It was a natural thing.

"Well, well, well..." a voice said and Mike turned quick, seeing several men stepping out of the woods above them, guns leveled. It looked to be about three or so. He must not have heard them approach, his mind distracted as it was.

"Look what we have here boys. A two-for-one sale. Looks like the honeymoon is over." the apparent leader said, shotgun pointed at Mike. "You just step on up outta there. Nice and easy."
 
Maggie rested on the dry ground still washing her legs and inner thighs. She was debating whether or not to go fully nude, part of her didn't care, she was trying to survive and just wanted to be clean. It was just flesh, just a body, but she still felt guilty towards Glenn if she allowed another set of males eyes on her.

Suddenly, Maggie heard a voice and it wasn't one she recognised. Closing her eyes she breathed hard, was this where it was all over? In a way she hoped so.

The woman hadn't looked over at Mike, she didn't know he was naked or had a raging erection meant for her. Maggie looked at the three men up on the hill, one had a AK-47 pointed right at her. Slowly standing up, she stepped on her clothing as she made her way back.

No doubt her heart was racing and pounding out of her chest. Now looking to her left, she saw Mike and saw he was naked. Her face couldn't believe what she was seeing but then she burst out laughing. What a position they were both in, how funny it was.

"RUN!" Maggie shouted, turning her back quickly and heading straight in to the forest. She dare not look back.

Hearing gunfire, she heard a tree shatter it's bark when bullets were sprayed in to it. Her feet were being cut up pretty bad being bare and bootless. Her breasts in her white bra were shaking, visibly trying their best to escape the clutches of her undergarment.

Maggie had no idea where she was running to either, she just wanted to get as far away as possible.
 
The men were sure. Too sure and overconfident, having managed to sneak up on the two. As Mike came out of the water, revealing what had been hidden, the men laughed. That was about the time that Maggie yelled. The distraction proved to be a boon and all three rotated in her general direction, automatic weapons filling the air with sound and smoke. Just enough time for Mike to grab the SCAR and open up hell on the dumbfucks. They noticed, last minute and rooster tails erupted beside Mike as one swiveled and kept his finger on the trigger, though that was as close as they came, each man crumpling.

"MAGGIE!" Mike yelled, already starting to gather things. That fire was going to bring the walkers like nobody's business. "Maggie, get your ass back here!" he shouted again, grabbign his clothes and weapons and strippign the men of their weapons as well. They wouldn't be needing them.

He'd grabbed what he could, including Maggie's clothes (though the thought of 'losing' them was amusing), and was making his way back to their camp. Hopefully she'd make her way back.
 
Her breathing was getting harder now as she was using her energy in trying to run as far away as possible. Her legs were aching, her feet were cut up and her mind was just losing the will to live. Hearing her named being called, Maggie turned her head and didn't see a low branch. She tripped over it and began tumble towards the hard leaf covered ground.

As she fell and hit the floor, she started to cry, it was all getting to much for her now. Just one day, one day with no incident is all she wanted. But that never felt like happening, the woman couldn't even take a wash in a local stream without being held at gun point. Laying on her back, she sobbed with an arm over her face.

Another yell soon followed, it was Mike's voice telling her to come back. Looking confused, she stood up and rubbed herself down before slowly and carefully making her way back through the trees before coming back in to the open.

Her body was dirty once more as was her underwear. Her hair was a mess and even have a leaf in it without her knowing.
 
Mike had gathered what he could and he stayed put, knowing that yelling was a horrible idea but simply unable to bring himself to trust that she might find her way back on her own. He also knew that if he went out to look for her the chance he would find her was slim, especially if she was hiding. He could track her of course, but they'd have to make their way backl to the campsite regardless.

So when Maggie showed back up, dirty and disheveled, Mike didn't care one whit about her appearance and was simply glad to see her back.

"Mags!" he exclaimed and moved to her, throwing his arms around her whether she asked him to or not. "I was worried I'd lost you." he said, the strange sentiment expressed from him without true forethought. Mike didn't care. Hejust held her close for a few minutes and then stepped back, finally looking at her.

"Looks like you'll need another bath. I think we both do." he said, chuckling. He lifted a hand to pick the leaf from her hair, his fingers brushing softly against her cheek a moment before he caught the leaf and tossed it away. "Let's go. I'll keep watch this time while you bathe and you do the same for me, ok?" He looked at her hopefully.
 
Maggie was shaking as she hugged Mike. Her arms went underneath his and went upwards on to his back as she held him close. "Don't leave me, ever" she begged as he held her. "I can't lose another person, I can't be on my own."

Gazing up to him as he pulled a leaf out of her hair, the woman felt safe with him which was a comfort. "I don't want to bath" She insisted, leaning in and planting her lips on to his. "Fuck me, please" Maggie moaned as she kissed him once more. "Just this once, I need it, I need to forget."

Lowering her mouth, she moved to his neck and kissed it seductively. Each hand resting on his chest which was more muscular than Glenn's. It was always her preferred body type.
 
Mike was surprised when her mouth met his own, her lips soft and feminine and he sighed as he returned the kiss, figuring that was it. Then, she kissed him again and his hands dropped to her hips, pulling her close. That was when she dropped the bombshell on him. He thought she was joking at first. That she was messing with him. Maggie had a strange sense of humor sometimes. But then her mouth moved along his neck as she explained that she wanted to forget, and Mike's hands slipped from her hips and back to her rounded lovely ass, giving a squeeze as her mouth moved lower, the lush flesh pillowed up between his fingers a bit.

A soft moan escaped him as she continued to kiss, and he felt her tongue toch his skin. He wanted to feel it elsewhere and Mike pulled back just slightly to look at her.

"I won't leave you Maggie. Ever. I'll protect you. Take care of you." He bent and kissed her mouth, the kiss hungry and passionate, fierce. he broke the kiss momentarily and said, breathless, "And you take care of me in return." he managed to say as he used one hand to grab her wrist and place her hand on his growing cock.

She'd be able to tell he'd been waiting for this for some time, not only by how fast he was growing for her, but by his next words. "I've wanted you since I saw you." he said and his mouth kissed her neck roughly, teeth nibbling at skin. His body ached for her and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties as he pushed them down, only able to get them down over her hips before his hands slid into them, groping and squeezing her ass.
 
She wasn't sure if this was a real deal, would she had to please and take care of him in return for his protection? Maggie assumed it was just part of the talk as she kissed him and his body.

When his hand guided hers to h is cock, she felt it and played with it, not that it needed much stimulation. His revelation of always wanting her didn't surprise her, she always knew about it or had the idea.

Whilst he felt her ass, Maggie wanted to 'thank' him for saving her life a few minutes ago. Slowing kneeling down on to her knees her hands ran up and down his thighs before she opened her mouth and let his cock rest on her bottom lip. Looking up to him with her big eyes, she took him inside and began to give him head, sliding her tongue against the underside with her head bobbing up and down his shaft.

The water slowly continued to flow as her knees sank in to the wet muddy grass.
 
Mike watched in anticipation as Maggie dropped to her knees, his hard cock already throbbing at the idea of what was about to happen. He'd wanted this for so long, dreamed of it for so long. So as he gazed down at her, his swollen cockhead resting on her lip, he groaned softly. Then Maggie took that thick head into her mouth and sucked, bobbing gently. Wet little popping noises came from her mouth as she bobbed and the hands that had been on her body moved to her hair, fingers twining in those strands as his hips moved.

Mike slowly fucked her mouth, wanting this to last for as long as possible, his balls already twitching as he watched her, her cheeks concave with the pressure she applied and he knew his thick precum was coating her tongue. "Fuck that feels good..." he moaned out to her and heloved how she looked up at him. Her protector. Now, her lover.

Hisbreathing was ragged, muscular chest rising and falling as he watched her. "Goddamn I want to taste your pussy Maggie." he said and pulled out of her mouth with a pop.
 
When he pulled out, his precum stayed attached to her bottom wet lip, sticking to it and stretching a good new inches whilst stuck to his cock before it broke off and slapped against her chin. Wiping it with the back of her mouth she stood up and smiled. Her fingers dug in to her panties and she pulled them down her legs to reveal her pussy.

Given that this was the apocalypse the last thing she had time for was to shave her groin. A hairy bush sat above her pussy but thankfully it grew rather tidy. Taking off her bra also she let him gaze at her wonderful breasts which hung firmly and were a nice size.

Falling to the floor on her ass, she leant back on to her elbow's and opened her legs for him. The offer was very tempting.
 
Mike wasted no time and as Maggie spread her legs he could feel his cock throb with want, and he lowered himself in front of her. He kissed up the inside of both thighs, but he'd wanted this woman for so long that he simply couldn't wait. His strong hands found the backs of her knes and he pushed her legs back, and wide, ass pulled up off the ground and his mouth descended eagerly. Mike's tongue ran over her tight puckered asshole and up to her pussy, slipping between her swollen outer lips. His hands slipped down the backs of her thighs and kept her bent back, knees back by her head, her flexibility quite nice as she showed off her pussy.

His thumbs rubbed over her soft fleshy lips and then pulled them apart, little strings of her juices strung between her lips which he eagerly lapped up before he drove his tongue into her sweet pink. He wriggled it as deeply as he coulkd, moaning into her heated core, before he flicked it over her clit and tugged playfully at her soft curls with his teeth, looking her in the eyes then as he lapped at her wet and heated cunt.

Slipping lower he circled his tongue around her tiny rosebud and then he went up again, letting the pad of his thumb rub her backdoor as he licked and lapped at her pussy, keeping her spread wide. Soon he kept her bent with one hand, his other stroking his thick meat as he thought of burying himself in her tight core.
 
Maggie moaned so hard, she hadn't felt this good in such a long time. It wasn't just the licking and fingering that brought her pleasure but it was also the fact her heart was still racing because she had nearly died moments ago. Closing her eyes with her head resting against the green grass, her legs were bent over her front whilst laying on her back. Her knees were near either side of her head with her pussy out in the open for him to admire, look at and use.

"Mmmm" she gasped every time he used his tongue on her or found her asshole with his finger. Glenn wasn't in her mind, it was all about Mike now. Each of her hands ran up and down his arms, rubbing them gently and caressing the strong muscles he had in a loving manner.
 
Mike buried his tongue in her sweet cunt as she moaned and he felt her hips lift off the ground and gyrate as she shoved her eager pussy into his face. Mike kissed her soaked lips and moved, rubbing the long thick cock between his legs along the pink slit of her pussy, looking down to admire how those lovely lips spread for him, felt how slick she was getting the underside of his meat.

"You ready for it baby?" he asked her just before he nestled the swollen head of his cock at her tight pink hole, not entering her, but letting her feel the heat from him, and feeling her juices coating the tip of him.

With an evil look he moved back from that position, her legs still bent far back, her ass off the ground and her pussy facing skyward. He grabbed the base of that thick shaft and slapped her pussy with it. Then again. *slap-slap-slap* seeing how wet she was and how little droplets of her juices splattered out against her thighs. He loved teasing her and he wanted her to beg for it.
 
Maggie hated what he was doing, she hated the teasing aspect he was placing on the situation, rubbing his cock over her pussy lips and then slapping his heat on her cunt, the splat of her juices filling the air with noise and her scent.

Laying on her back, she still had her legs up near her shoulders, held down his hand and her own. "Fuck me already, I know you want me" she said to him, ordering him more than begging. As the seconds passed with her pussy tingling and horny she bit her lip and laughed with a cry. "Please! Just do it already, I want it!"

"I want that cock in me!" The woman felt how warm it was against her and wanted that warmth inside of her pussy.
 
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