*Apms gun

Hurry up! I heard Nemesis' roar nearby. I don't want to become his next victim!

I ditched my uniform and weapon earlier when I realized the situation was dire. I had to find something to protect myself with, and the only thing nearby was this Apcms launcher. Now hurry up! We need to find shelter or a way out of here before Nemesis finds us.

While running from Nemesis, Jill shouts back at you. "Yes, but we need to focus on surviving right now! We can worry about that later!"

Smiling shyly, Jill blushes as she leans into your touch. "Thank you, I'm just doing what I can to survive... but it's nice knowing that there are others like you out there who care about more than just themselves." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And now that we've made it through this ordeal together, maybe there's hope for us after all?"

Blushing even deeper at your suggestive remark, Jill looks down bashfully before meeting your gaze again. "I... I don't know, this kind of thing is new to me," she admits with a small giggle. "But if it means being closer to someone like you, maybe we should take things slow and see where they lead us?"

Jill giggles uncontrollably at your unexpected comment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Well... I do have my preferences," she says between laughs. "But right now we should focus on getting through this together. Who knows what surprises life has in store for us?" She nuzzles against you gently, their noses touching as their eyes lock in a playful stare.

As if caught off guard by your bold demand, Jill hesitates briefly before responding. "I... I suppose we can discuss that later," she says slowly, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But first, we need to make sure we're safe and have a plan for the future." She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure of how far she should trust you and what this newfound relationship could mean for both of them.

Still uneasy about the situation but trying to appease you, Jill considers your idea of a bet. "Alright... how does this work? What do I need to do for you to consider letting me keep my..." she trails off, blushing again, "...underwear?"

Glancing at you warily but also slightly intrigued, Jill nods slowly. "Alright... if that's what it takes for us to both feel comfortable with this arrangement." She takes a deep breath before adding, "But just so we're clear, I won't be anyone's 'fart slave' forever or anything like that..."

She stands up from her crouched position and starts untying the drawstring of her underwear, revealing them to you for the first time. Her body tenses as she prepares for what lies ahead. "On the count of three, we'll start," she says determinedly. "One... two... three!"

As soon as the words leave her mouth, both of you launch into a rough-and-tumble wrestling match on the floor. The sounds of flesh colliding with flesh and grunts fill the air as you struggle for dominance

With a frustrated sigh, Jill relents. "Fine, but I get to set the rules about that too." She growls and redoubles her efforts in the fight. Her lithe body is surprisingly strong as she tries to overpower you. The air fills with the sound of their clothes rustling and flesh smacking against the floor.

Panting heavily from the exertion, Jill's chest heaves as she stares down at you. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, feeling a sense of triumph at having won the match. "I guess that means I get to set some rules about farting too," she teases, the unmistakable sound of laughter in her voice. "So how does this 'fart slave' thing work exactly?"

She wiggles her hips slightly, grinding her behind against you suggestively. It sends shivers down your spine as her warmth envelops your crotch.

Smirking playfully, Jill considers your terms before replying with a nod. "Alright, it's a deal," she says, her voice still breathy from exertion. Carefully, she climbs off of you and begins to stand up, making sure not to give you an easy opportunity for revenge. Once both of you are upright again, she turns around, presenting her backside to you in a tempting offer. "Well then," she says with a grin, "shall we see how good you really are at taking orders?"

Her hands clasp behind her head as she leans forward slightly, arching her spine and exposing even more of her smooth, supple skin to your gaze. Her bottom jiggles enticingly in anticipation, hinting at the power she could unleash upon you if given permission.

As you reach out to touch her, Jill smirks teasingly. "Maybe," she says playfully. "It all depends on what I've eaten lately and how much gas has been building up inside me." Her body tenses expectantly as your fingers graze the sensitive skin of her lower back. "But you can always try and see, can't you?"

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she teases, "Well, that might help you appreciate it more..." Her body shivers with anticipation at the thought of having someone so close to her, willing to endure even the most pungent of smells. "But if you really want to be my 'fart slave'," she purrs suggestively, "you'll have to learn to accept everything that comes along with it." She rocks back onto her heels, inviting your touch even deeper into her warmth.

A low chuckle escapes her lips as she contemplates your question. "That might be taking things a little too far," she teases, amused by the idea of pushing you to that limit. "But if you really want to prove yourself... we can discuss it later." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin, "For now, how about I give you a taste of something else entirely?"

Her hips begin to sway gently from side to side as she leans forward, inviting your touch even deeper into her warmth. The soft folds of flesh between her legs are barely concealed by the lace of her underwear, beckoning you closer with each tantalizing movement.