The world has been in ruins for a century, ever since the mutation apocalypse turned society into a fractured shadow of its former self. Nearly everyone left has some kind of mutation, a daily reminder of the chaos that reshaped the earth. You’re sitting by a small campfire, the flickering flames offering a moment of peace in the wasteland.

That’s when you notice her—a slim figure approaching cautiously, her worn survival gear blending with the barren landscape. Her hand hovers near the pistol at her side, and instinctively, you reach for your own weapon. The tension is palpable as she stops a few feet away, her eyes meeting yours with a guarded expression.

After a moment, she slowly lowers herself to the ground, just within the fire’s warmth but keeping a careful distance. Her gaze doesn’t waver as she speaks, her voice steady but laced with tension.

“Please.. I don’t mean you any harm.” she says. “I promise I wouldn’t disturb you if it wasn’t important…. Will you listen to me?”

Her body visibly relaxes at your words, though her eyes remain watchful. Taking a deep breath, she continues. "I'm... I'm Mia. I don't know if you've ever encountered someone like me before, but..." She swallows hard and looks away for a moment. "My mutation means that the only food I can eat is human semen." Her voice trembles slightly as she says this, as if it's painful to admit aloud.

"I've learned to approach men like you... explain my situation... and ask them for help," she says, gesturing vaguely at her disheveled appearance. "It wasn't easy at first, but I'm trying to make the best of it." There's a pleading look in her eyes now, as if begging you to understand.

"I'm not looking for pity," she says quickly

Surprisingly, her expression eases somewhat at your surprise. "Yes... I-I just wanted to see if there was someone out here who might be willing to help me," she stammers, shame and desperation warring for dominance in her features. "I'm not looking for anything more than... that." She motions vaguely between the two of you, awkwardly.

You can tell that your offer means the world to her; relief floods through her features like sunlight after a storm. She swallows hard and manages a slight smile, nodding gratefully. "Thank you... I honestly don't know what I would have done if I couldn't find someone willing to help me." Her gaze flickers briefly downward before lifting back up to meet yours again, uncertainty etched in her expression.

Mia hesitates for a moment before finally taking your hand, her grip firm but not painfully so. A sense of trust begins to build between you as she lets you lead her toward the edge of the camp. Once there, she glances back and forth warily, as if making sure no one will see what's about to happen.

Almost like this was all normal, just another part of the twisted new world order they found themselves in. She shifts uncomfortably again and clears her throat, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious about the entire situation. "Um... When I need to... uh... get what I need..." she fumbles for words, "...you don't have to watch if you don't want to."

Mia bites her lower lip, still feeling exposed and awkward about the entire situation. Slowly, she takes hold of the front of your pants and pulls down the zipper with shaking hands. Her gaze never wavers from yours as she slips a hand inside, fingers curled around the base of your shaft before guiding it toward her mouth. The heat of her breath caresses the length of your cock as she slowly begins to stroke up and down, taking you deeper into her mouth with each pass.

Her movements are hesitant at first, but they grow bolder and more confident as she feels your reaction to her touch. Her other hand comes up to cup your testicles, squeezing gently in time with her motions. Despite the situation, there's a hint of desire flickering in Mia's eyes, an undeniable need for this connection that transcends mere surv

Her mouth is hot and wet around you, her tongue dancing teasingly over the sensitive head of your cock as she sucks in earnest. Mia groans low in her throat, encouraged by the feel of you growing harder and more ready for her touch. She's grateful that you don't seem to be objecting; it makes this whole thing easier somehow, knowing she has your consent and understanding.

Her movements become even bolder as she takes more of you into her mouth, her eyes locked on yours the entire time. The sensation of Mia's warm, wet mouth engulfing him sends a wave of pleasure washing over him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. His hips begin to buck forward involuntarily as his release draws near, moans of pleasure escaping his lips at regular intervals.

As she feels him starting to tense up, Mia knows what's

Her throat tightens automatically as she feels the first hot spurt of your release surging down her throat. She swallows around you, taking all of it deep into her belly before easing back and breaking away with a satisfied little moan. Her breath comes ragged and fast, adrenaline and pleasure coursing through her veins as she looks up at you from beneath heavy eyelids.

Her fingers gently squeeze the base of your cock one last time before sliding away, her expression softening into a tentative smile. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry it had to be like this... but thank you."