My fingers flew across the keyboard, muscle memory guiding me as I navigated the dark, twisted landscape of Dead by Daylight. I’d played as Meg Thomas so many times I could almost predict her every move—sprint here, vault there, drop the pallet just in time. She was my favourite, a perfect blend of speed and survival instincts. I was obsessed, to be honest. But I never thought it would lead to this.
It started with a flicker, just a little glitch that made the screen ripple. I leaned in closer, thinking my tired eyes were playing tricks on me. But the flicker turned into a swirl, a swirling vortex that sucked me in before I even had time to shout. One moment, I was at my desk; the next, I was falling, spiralling into darkness.
When I opened my eyes, I first felt the cold, damp ground beneath me. The air was thick with fog, and the distant sound of crows cawing sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed myself up, my hand brushing against a sharp pain on my forehead. I winced, touching my fingers to the spot and pulling them back to see blood—a scrape, not too deep, but enough to send a fresh wave of fear through me.
Instinct took over as I navigated the darkened landscape, heart pounding in my chest. I had to survive. Find the exit. Get out of here. And then, just as hope faded, I heard it—the sweet, mechanical clunk of the exit gate opening. I ran, the pain in my head throbbing with every step until I burst out of the fog and saw her.
Meg Thomas, pulling the lever with determined strength. Her eyes met mine, wide with urgency. “Come on!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.
I didn’t hesitate. I sprinted towards her, the killer’s shadow looming close behind. Just as I reached the gate, Meg grabbed my arm, pulling me through with a strength that surprised me. We stumbled into the exit’s safety together, collapsing onto the ground, breathless and shaking.
But it wasn’t over. The world shifted again, and suddenly, we were back at the campfire, the eerie, familiar glow casting long shadows over the ground. The other survivors were there—Claudette, Jake, and Dwight—but it was Meg who knelt beside me, her eyes scanning the blood trickling down my face.
“You’re hurt,” she said, her voice softer now, tinged with concern. “Claude, get over here. He needs help.”
Claudette was at my side instantly, her hands gentle yet precise as she began to tend to my wound. I cringed as she dabbed at the cut, the antiseptic sting making my eyes water. But what caught me off guard was Meg—she was watching me closely, her gaze never leaving my face.
There was something in her eyes, a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something I couldn’t quite place. She seemed… intrigued. Maybe it was how I reacted to Claude’s touch or how I kept looking around, still half-expecting to wake up from this nightmare. But I could see it—she knew something was different about me.
Jake, standing nearby, glanced over and raised an eyebrow. “He’s new,” he said, almost dismissively. “There’s no room here. He’s on his own.”
Meg shot him a sharp look, her usual easygoing demeanour replaced with something fiercer. “What’s wrong with you, Jake?” she snapped. “He’s new, and he won’t last without us.”
Jake looked like he was about to argue, but then he shrugged, backing off with a muttered, “Whatever.”
Meg turned back to me, her expression softening. “You can stay with me,” she said, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “You can share my tent. It might be a bit cramped with me, though. I hope that’s okay.”
I was too exhausted and overwhelmed to argue, so I just nodded. The idea of having somewhere safe, even for a little while, was too tempting to pass up. Claudette finished bandaging me up, her touch light and careful, before giving me a reassuring nod.
“Take it easy,” she said, her voice soft, almost maternal. “You’re safe now.”
Safe. The word felt foreign as if it didn’t quite fit the situation. But for now, I let myself believe it. I leaned back, the fire’s warmth a welcome comfort against the chill in the air. But as I closed my eyes, the image of Meg’s gaze stayed with me, the intensity of her stare burning into my mind.
I might have escaped the killer, but the truth of how I got here still loomed over me, a dark, unspoken secret. And somehow, I knew Meg wouldn’t stop until she figured it out.
As we settled down by the campfire, the others chatting quietly, Meg stayed close, her eyes occasionally flicking over to me as if trying to solve a puzzle. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was right—I wouldn’t last long. But as much as I wanted to tell her everything, I couldn’t. They’d never believe me. Not in a million years.
“It’s getting late,” Claudette said as the survivors entered their tents.
“You coming then…” Meg asked, trailing off, realising she didn’t know my name.
“Alex,” I replied, managing a small smile. “It’s Alex.”
Meg returned the smile, her eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer. “Well, Alex, let’s get you settled. You’ve had a rough night.”
With that, she led me to her tent, and as I crawled inside, the warmth and scent of the fabric surrounding me, I felt a strange sense of peace. For now, I was safe. For now, I was with them.
She started getting changed in front of me, “Ermm… should I wait outside while you get undressed.”
Meg chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No, it’s fine. I’m not shy. Besides, we’re both adults here.”
As she slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt, I couldn’t help but stare. Her body was lean and toned, her skin glowing in the soft light of the lantern. She caught me looking and grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice teasing.
I blushed, quickly looking away. “I, uh, just… didn’t want to intrude.”
Meg laughed again, finishing undressing and pulling on a clean shirt. “You’re not intruding, Alex. We’re friends now, right?”
She patted the space beside her, inviting me to sit down. I hesitated momentarily, but then I nodded, crawling over and settling beside her.
“You don’t mind me sleeping in my underwear, do you, Alex?” She said, looking at me still in my jeans.
“No, not at all,” I replied, being honest. “I normally just sleep in my boxers,” I said as I removed my jeans and top.
Meg looked at me with a surprised smile, appreciating the toned physique before her. I could sense a spark in her gaze as she checked me out. Her proximity made me feel warm, and not from the fire outside. As we sat in our undergarments, an awkward silence fell over us.
Her gaze never left mine as she started a conversation, and the sexual tension between us became palpable.
“Alex,” Meg said, leaning slightly closer, her arm brushing against mine, “You’ve had quite the night. Can you tell me how you ended up here?”
I had to make something up. For me, this is a game, but for her, it’s her reality.
“I am not sure; I just woke up here,” I said, and she seemed to believe me.
“Yes, same as what happened in 2016; I just woke up here, too. Your eyes are so intense,” She said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like you’re trying to see right through me.”
Meg’s gaze dropped to my lips, and she leaned in even closer, her breath hot against my skin. I could feel my heart pounding, the tension between us building with every passing moment. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“Meg…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper.
But before I could say another word, Meg closed the distance between us, pressing her lips against mine in a searing kiss. I gasped, my body reacting instinctively as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. Her lips were soft and pliant, her tongue exploring my mouth with a hungry abandon.
I placed me hand between he legs and felt the heat from her panties, I could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric, a clear indication of her arousal. My fingers traced the outline of her pussy, feeling the swell of her labia beneath the thin material. Meg moaned into our kiss, her hips grinding against my hand as I applied gentle pressure.
Breaking our kiss, Meg looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Alex,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want you. I am so fucking wet right now.”
Meg’s voice was thick with lust as she admitted her arousal, her eyes burning with an intense desire that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and my cock twitched in response, already hard and ready for her. I couldn’t believe what was happening—I was in Dead by Daylight, but it felt so real, so intense. I was here with Meg, and she wanted me. I couldn’t deny the attraction, the primal urge to claim her as my own.
I pulled off my boxers, and she took off her panties and bra; she lay back on the sleeping bag, her body glowing in the soft light of the lantern. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard and dark. Her pussy was shaved smooth, the lips already glistening with her arousal. She spread her legs wide, inviting me to explore every inch of her.
I knelt between her legs, my cock already rock hard and throbbing with need. I traced my fingers over her pussy lips, feeling the heat and wetness of her desire. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit.
Meg moaned softly, her hips arching off the ground as I teased her opening. Her pussy was swollen, the labia already wet and glistening with her arousal. I continued to rub her clit gently, watching as she squirmed with pleasure. I could see the desire in her eyes, her need for me to fill her up, to make her scream with pleasure.
I positioned my cock at her entrance, the head glistening with precum. “Are you ready for me, Meg?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
“Yes, please,” she gasped, her hips thrusting up towards me, trying to get me to enter her.
I pushed forward slowly, the head of my cock parting her lips as I slid inside her. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound as I filled her up, her pussy stretching around my thick girth. I pulled back slowly, the friction between us driving us both wild with need.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, starting to thrust in and out of her. “Your pussy is so tight and hot.”
“Fuck, Alex,” Meg whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. “That feels so fucking good.”
I started to build my pace, each thrust stronger and deeper than before. Meg’s moans grew louder, her hands clutching at the sleeping bag underneath her. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against hers as I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her lips to mine in a messy, desperate kiss. Our tongues duelled, the taste of mint and lust mingling between us.
I pulled back from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, finding the sensitive spot under her ear. I knew it drove her crazy with desire, and the pleasured gasp and shiver that ran through her body confirmed it. She was so responsive to my touch that her mind and body fully surrendered to the sensations coursing through her veins.
By now, I was rhythmically pounding her perfect pussy; I pulled out and decided I wanted to doggy style fuck her. I got her on all fours,
I couldn’t help but stare, my cock throbbing with need as I took in the sight before me. Her pussy was glistening with wetness, the lips swollen and inviting. I positioned myself behind her, my hands on her hips as I guided myself to her entrance.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her, her pussy stretching around my thick girth as I filled her up. Meg moaned, the sound echoing in the tent as I began to move, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the friction between us driving us both wild with need.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit as I began to rub in time with my thrusts. Meg moaned louder as I pounded her harder from behind.
“Keep it down in there, you dirty buggers,” I heard Claudette shout.
“Sorry, Claudette,” Meg called out, her voice strained with pleasure. “I can’t help it. Alex is just… so good.”
As I continued to fuck her from behind as her ass cheeks jiggled every time my hips crashed into them. I had to put my hand over her mouth as I started to pick up insane speed.
Meg’s muffled moans grew louder as I increased my pace, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks with each powerful thrust. The sound echoed in the tent, growing more intense with every second. I could feel my climax building, my balls tightening as the pleasure coursed through me.
“Alex, I’m close,” Meg whimpered, her voice muffled by my hand.
I grunted, my thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as I chased my climax. “Come for me, Meg,” I growled, my hand still covering her mouth to muffle her cries.
With a final, shuddering thrust, I felt my orgasm rip through me, my cock pulsing as I released inside of her. Meg moaned, her pussy clenching around me as she reached her peak, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.
As our breathing slowed, I pulled out of her gently, her pussy glistening with our combined release. I lay down beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace as we basked in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.
In that moment, I could almost forget that this wasn’t real, that we weren’t just two survivors trying to survive in a horrifying world. I could almost believe that Meg was my partner, that we had a chance at a life together beyond the darkness and the danger.
