She knew that they were still in danger, that there was a world outside their little sanctuary filled with horrors and unspeakable evil. But for now, she allowed herself to revel in the feeling of Mohammad inside her, the warmth of his fur against her skin, and the strange sense of peace that came from knowing that somehow, in this twisted version of reality, he cared for her.

As the hours passed, Jill and Mohammad made love again and again, their passion seemingly endless in the face of everything trying to tear them apart. They spoke little, instead finding solace in each other's touch and the fleeting moments of closeness they shared amidst the chaos that raged outside their hiding place.

Finally, exhausted beyond measure, they fell asleep curled up together, his long tail wrapping protectively around her waist.