Jack grunts with satisfied exertion as his cock sends spurt after spurt down his 'quick save's' throat. She takes it like a pro and not a drop spills out as she gulps it down as fast as it comes.
"Fuck!... You're a life saver Mel! I'm not sure how much longer I could have lasted after that last one."
The girl that was just draining him dry slides back off his dick with a sucking pop as she makes sure none of his jizz leaks out the tip. "Eugh, you need to eat some more fruit or something, you're always so bitter!"
Jack shyly scratches his head. "Sorry, I've been trying but you know the farms have been jacking the prices up and I still gotta get my protein in if I'm going to tank for you out in the red zones!"
She stands up, dusting off her kneepads and sighing as she makes sure her ponytail is still tied up right. "I guess... just... lower your salt intake or something. This birth control shortage is hell on my taste buds. Fucking pervert magic... Go chop up that demon and try not to get your cock milked again, alright?"
With a sheepish grin, Jack tucks his junk back into what's left of his torn pants and picks up his shield and chastity plate, trying to retie the latter back into place over his semi-exposed penis before pulling out a knife and hacking open the hefty chest of their latest opponent and pulling out a small, mostly transparent orb covered in blood. He grimaces as a twitch further down the demon's body touches his leg and a frothy, sizzling fluid starts slowly eroding a small hole in the cloth covering his leg. He wipes it off quickly leaving the fabric somewhat frayed and worn looking, much like various other spots on his somewhat ragged, utilitarian clothes.
"let's get back, I need more shells and this shit's wearing down my blades. We got enough cores now for that upgrade you've been wanting for your mana seal and the scrap metal should get us at least 30 refined bars." Mel nodded at Jack's logic but still looked out at the firey lights in the distance showing the latest portal opening. "We'll have to come out again next week. The feds are taking too long to close that hole so quotas are probably going to go up to catch all the dicks slipping through the cracks... Fucking mess... alright, I'll follow your lead"
The pair turned back towards a ramshackle looking walled in dome in the distance and started the trek back.
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The trip back was relatively uneventful though the sights were still depressing to see. A wobbly chain link and scrap wood fence about twice the height of Jack and half a meter more over Mel offered a token resistance to intruders, more as a delaying action and noise maker for the militia members going about their day inside. Most were women in cheap cloth and scrap plate armor with a few more heavily covered men wielding tower shields, the occasional pipe shotgun sitting on a few hips or slung over shoulders.
A few melancholic women in robes or cloaks sat on benches near the gate in front of a little sturdy metal shack holding the sign 'save point' with a few potted plants and weeds growing around it. In fact, most buildings at least had uncut weeds lining the outer walls, much to the dismay of the farmers trying to grow what they could in various planters and marked out gardens sitting on the side of their shanties, tents, long houses, and enclosed compounds.
The weather was hot and dry despite the gray cloud cover though even that air tasted of hot ash thanks to the ever present energy wafting over the region from the wastes further out. chaos magic, demon magic, pervert magic, call it what you will, it's the reason human society is in the dire straights it is now. Despite the relatively calm, somber mood of the people and relative safety of the village clusters around the dome, despite the disproportionate number of militia guards along the borders, it still felt like there were just too few people for the number and size of the slapdash structures and farm plots that made up the majority of the region.
There were more than a few pregnant women working the small gardens and moderately sized orchards with hardly a man not wearing militia garb in sight and not one child to speak of. Old signs posted up along the dirt roads and on the sides of a few buildings gave a chilling context.
"Get blown before you blow!" displayed one particularly tasteless sign of a stick figure with a gory though poorly detailed exploding pelvis. "Human semen reacts violently to chaos mana outside the body! Keep it inside, Keep yourself safe!" another helpfully elaborated with an image of a crossed out illustrated cross section of a uterus dripping fluid out the opening.
As the pair travelled on through dusty, weed infested roads and paths, things got a bit more desolate until they neared the proper wall of concrete and semi uniform weathered steel around the dome in the center. More militia and even some properly uniformed city guards patrolled, worked, and occasionally relaxed at a few open food vendors and slightly more planned looking prefab structures and modified shipping containers.