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The door to our humble shack creaks open, the howling winter wind from outside rushes in, stealing what warmth there was in the crisp winter air. I slam the door shut behind me, trapping the gail behind me and sigh, finally home after a long day's work in the town militia. I look over at you on our bed, hoping I didn't wake you. Your stillness on the bed scares me for a moment before I see your chest slowly rise and fall. I breathe a sigh of relief. Your health had been in decline these last few months. Ever since our families died from a bandit raid 3 months ago you had been living with me and a source of steady food had been a real issue. The militia kept me fed but wouldn't allow me to bring any food back for you. You hadn't eaten in days and even then it wasn't much. So thin and frail, even under your baggy garments it was apparent. I felt like a failure. You were dying and it was all my fault. You were my friend. Since I found you in the street on the verge of death years ago I had cared for and protected you, seeing myself as your carer. And now that you were living with me I felt responsible for you... and I was failing. An idea hit me that filled me with both hope and shame. I looked at you then at the wooden bowl on the shelf. I walked over and hesitantly took it from the shelf. I felt like such a fool for doing this but then felt like an even bigger fool for not thinking of this sooner. Load after load of my cum had been wasted. I don't even want to think about how much. The militia doctor, if you can call him that, said that my condition was most likely a result of eating the food grown in irradiated fields. In short, my testicals produced large amounts of sperm resulting in large ejaculations about a cup in volume. Cum, cum that had protein in it. Cum that you could have been eating. No, I couldn't, you wouldn't... but... you were dying. This is what I had, no need to do. Fuck pride, fuck dignity, fuck this fucked up world, this is life and death and I was not going to lose you. I sat down in the leather arm chair we had by the smouldering fire before looking over my shoulder at you, still asleep, you don't have to know where this comes from. I look down at the bowl and lower my pants and hard cock and swollen balls flopped out, my body was telling me I was over due for another release. I began to stoke the shaft, trying not to think about what was going to happen after. Eventually I made it and cum came squirting out of my cock into the bowl. Rope after rope of hot cum poured into the bowl until a pool, steaming against the cold winter air. I used a wooden spoon to scrape the last drop off my tip, not wanting to waste a drop before placing it into the bowl of cum. I look down at the down and close my eyes before turning to you. I gently rock you awake "hey, I got you something, it's not much but please eat it" As you eat I softly stroke your head, encouraging you to have as much as you can, all the while trying not to let the guilt of what you are eating show through. "It's fine, she'll die otherwise" I kept telling myself. Once you were done I took the bowl from you and wiped your mouth with a rag before helping you back down into bed. I cleaned the bowl, disposing of the evidence, and placed it on the crude mantle above the fire place where a small fire smoulders. I wash the days filth off of my body with a rag and bucket, heated by the fire. I turned back to you occasionally not wanting you to see my naked body but the small shack had caused us to catch glimpses of each other's naked forms before we quickly snatched our eyes away. I put on a clean shirt and underpants and hopped into our bed, the only bed we had. As I layed down I instinctively pulled you in close to me to platonicolly cuddle for warmth against the harsh winters air, as we had done so many nights before. I tried not to think about what had just happened but the smell of my cum, still hot on your breath, reminded me. Had I betrayed your trust in doing what I did? I could have told you first, maybe you would have understood. Its too late to come clean now. I started to drift off to sleep but could already feel my balls starting to swell with cum again. Hopefully I will be able to make it till morning to give you your breakfast... How long could I keep this up? We continue like this for a fortnight. I would wake up, fill the bowl with cum, then go to work and come home and feed you again. Each day your strength slowly returned. Your recovery filled me this joy but it also introduced its own problems. You weren't sleeping as much. In the morning and each time I returned you were as still as a corpse, but now you would stir and fidget at the slightest noise. I swear one day I thought you looked right at me, as I shot your breakfast into the bowl, before rolling over back to sleep, however you still ate it when I offered you the bowl. As your strength returned your starvation brain fog was starting to subside and I was starting to worry you would start to ask questions about how and where I was getting this mysterious substance from. All these throughts plagued me as I stood naked infront of the fire place stroking my cock for your breakfast. A worried mind did little to stop the torrent of cum that erupted from my cock and spashed into the bowl. I continued to stroke my cock beyond the limits of comfort, trying my best in intensify my orgasm so you could have more to eat. I tried and failed to stiffle several moans as I spilled myself into the bowl. Eventually the flow slowed with one final twitch of my cock squirting the last rope of cum into the bowl, I stumbled back into my chair, light headed from the orgasm I endured to give you your breakfast. I took in a large sigh and looked down at my stiff cock that hovered over the bowl my lap, the final strand of cum connecting me to the puddle resting inside. It was then that I noticed something next to me, I snapped to the right to see you, standing there in stunned silence, eyes fixed on my cock. ------- Thanks for reading. This rp is based around keeping my vulnerable friend alive with my cum in a post-apocalypse world. Eventually I am caught in the act by her and she ends up "helping" me out. At first it is purely functional and survival but eventually things start to slowly escalate and feelings develop. Also happy to play around with further mutations with yours or other characters, happy for this to go Long term and expand out the world and eventually form a harem. I have played this rp before and eventually a religion formed around my character which I would enjoy exploring again. If you want to play as TF or FB then I want to have your character caged, see references, and we can discuss why in chat). Open to almost all kinks but no scat or incest. Please let me know your character and world ideas. I write in the first person and would prefer responses for 3+ paragraphs where each of our responses should move the plot along (or at least the scene).
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