Finally, your brain reaches up with the events and you can think straight again. You free yourself from the women's embrace and look Kim sternly in the eyes.
"Kim, I don't know what it was between you and Terry. Maybe you had a reason to do what you did, or maybe you're just dangerously insane. What I do know is that killing those we share bread and dangers with will not be tolerated. You proclaimed me leader here, so I expect you to obey my decision. For now we will lock you in your room. Understood?"
"Yes..." Her eyes stare shamefully at the floor, as if she's a kid being scolded for stealing cookies. You escort her, close the heavy door and put a thick bolt through the door's lockbraces. You then return to the main room, where Gwen has more or less got a hold of herself. At least the weeping stopped.
She looks at you with eyes red from crying: "what are we going to do?"
"Go to bed," you hug her and kiss her forehead. "It will all be clearer in the morning."
Gwen hugs back, seeking safety and comfort in your muscular chest; unwilling to let you go. "I'm scared."
"Don't be," you say reassuringly, even though you have a bit more of that piercing cold feeling yourself than you're willing to admit. "The main door is massive; nobody will come from the outside, and Terry wouldn't bite." You curse yourself almost immediately after that last part escapes your mouth, as Gwen starts shivering and clinging to you even stronger.
"Stay with me, ," she says in a trembling voice. "Please, stay with me."
"OK," you whisper softly, running your hand over her hair comfortingly. "OK." Both of you go to Gwen's room, which has a nicer bed than your makeshift. You're surprised to see Gwen undress, leaving only a T-shirt and panties. You follow her example. In the bed, Gwen immediately clings to your body tightly, her soft, silky, almost naked body pressing into yours. The feelings of her cotton encased tits pressing into your chest and her pussy rubbing against your thigh through her thin panties bring excitment to certain parts of your anatomy, which is impossible to hide. Hugging you so tightly, your arousal must be plainly obvious to Gwen. |