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A weight settled into my lap. Smell of perfume assaulted my nose and lush lips that didn't belong to any of the girls I knew intimately, brushed my neck.

My eyes fought to open as chubby hands worked their way under my shirt and rested against my stomach. Their nails dug into my skin and I felt an odd sense of awareness that did not feel like me.

It was like my eyes had rope tied to it and weights tossed down the bridge of my nose. I was aware and yet could not even resist. This feeling was undeniably the weirdest I ever felt.

I heard a roar in my head that sounded like a mighty lion. The only word I could use to describe what rushed through my body was power. My entire body laid on a live wire. My fingers down to my toes tingle.

My eyes shot open just as Miss Sophia pulled off my pants, spread my legs, and gave me the best head I ever experienced. I didn't bother feeling upset with her as she truly might not have known she was using her powers.

I brushed her hair aside and watched her work with a professional degree that was astounding.

I threw my head back and allowed her to work. Definitely since my balls was about to explode and risk my dignity as a five second man. Well, it was too late. I made it barely thirty-seven seconds.

The smell of sweat and fresh earth assaulted my nose but it didn't turn me off like it would have before. Instead I was looking forward to her coming.

Riley opened the door and her eyes fell upon me. She paused right in the doorway before stepping in and closing it. Her footsteps came in loud.

Sophia lifted up her head and gave me a smile. She wiped her lips and turned right into a punch that made her eyes roll back. Her body just slunk down to the side.

Riley crouched down and grabbed Sophia's hair, yanking her up. "Tch. Useless slut." Riley cock back and punched her again.

I rubbed my eyes and took another gander. I can't believe Riley just knocked someone out for no reason.

"Was it worth it?" Riley asked as she stood up.

I glance down at my dick and then at Sophia. I scratched my head and pondered on how this situation started. What I could say to get out of trouble but nothing came to mind.

"I'm sleeping in our cell. I will consider coming back when this bitch smells not on you." Riley turned around and I cursed.

I shot up and grabbed her arm. "Wait, it's not like I asked her to come in. I was honestly asleep. You can ask the old man."

Riley raised an eyebrow as she just waited for a good explanation.

"She awakens and probably doesn't know her power has to do with lust. It stopped me from resisting in a way that I couldn't fight back. It wasn't until I butted that I woke up." I explained as clearly as I could.

Riley threw a glance at Sophia who was holding her head.

"Okay, say I believe you. How are you going to make me happy?" Riley tilted her head and gave me a glare that left me a little annoyed.

"I'm not going to punish her when you already gave her a concussion." I released Riley's arm and pulled up my jeans.

I crouched down beside Sophia and eased some of the swelling with my magic. "Okay, you won't die in your sleep. Don't come in my room again or I'll kill you."

Sophia looked like she was wronged as she left but I caught the wicked smirk on her lip as she passed through the door. Interesting lady.

"Is that it?" Riley asked with her leg cooked out, arms crossed. "A harmless threat and send her off?"

I rotated my neck, "maybe you should sleep in that cell for a while." I dropped back down and pulled out my phone, my notebook, and a pen.

"Really?" Riley sounded extra upset.

"Yes. Or have you truly forgotten what kind of man I am? Have my displays so far made you lose your marbles in this petty jealousy act?" I questioned her as I started writing theories that were proven.

"Fine but if I see you with another bitch. I will cut her head off myself." Riley stormed off behind the curtain.

"Jealousy is an oddity." I mumbled while remarking on the difference in personality.

It was interesting how the virus was changing more than just our bodies. It could even turn a playful girl violent. That succubus effect was amazing. I would definitely have to test the range of that.

Speaking of which, I don't think the white line is truly healing energy. Maybe it is a concept like the pink line. What could it represent since it did heal but it drained me worse than a twelve hour labor event.

"Woah, I like the new digs." Unnamed girl walked in with a big smile.

I tapped my pen on my book and watched her open up the cabinets. She still had that naive curiosity of a young person. Someone that could cast off negativity.

Riley glanced at the girl then shot me a look. "I'm sorry about overreacting but you have these two. If they aren't enough let me know. I'll take care of all your needs the same way you do mine. Agreed?"

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow. Such a weird change.

"Okay, I can agree to that." I responded while enjoying the view of her displaying such a new phase.

Or maybe this is the old her? The side that she hides from view and only releases when she confirms you are not going to leave? Wish I could meet her parents.

Riley went into the bathroom and the unnamed girl turned to me with a smile. I finally paid attention to her in that pink shirt and pink short-shorts. She smelled like she just finished prepping a spice heaven dish.

"You know, you have been waiting for a chance for a while. Well, let's start with names, yeah?" I asked while I kicked off my shoes, setting aside my notebook.

"Isabella." She said it with a tongue roll that pushed out her lips.

I couldn't help cooking my head as she leaned back against the cabinet, pushing out her chest a little more.

If this had been Chris or anybody else, I would have taken her flirtation to the next level. But I could tell she was only playing bold and wasn't really so easy to get. Well, unless I force her then she probably would just go along with it. Instead of just trying to fit in with the other two.

Which is why I hardly ever paid more than a scant of attention to her. I still planned to treat her the same, as empty tease. Thus when I took off my pants and walked the long way around the shower. I paid a slight amount of attention to her. Just to make sure she wasn't going to misconstrued my gesture.

"Are you going to take me up here?" She said with such a playful smile.

I grinned at her then grabbed the doorknob and slipped into the bathroom.

"Wow.. leave me hanging.. such a dick move." She muttered.

Riley was at the sink brushing her teeth. She glanced at me as she continued.

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I shrug off my shirt and knelt down behind her. Sliding down her panties and lifting up the fat of her cheek. I planted my face in that crevice and I worked my poor tongue like it never had before.

You know, normally this will be the part where she will wash her mouth out and you know, join me. Make it easier on me or something.

Riley decides to be different. She spit, clean her brush, holster it, take out some listern, gargle. Spits that shit out and crouches down to drop her panties all the way.

Like the gentleman I am, my head moves with her. No break in contact. That's how you know I'm mr. Right. I'm in the wrong, I eat you out as an apology. Never lifting myself off my knees.

If I was in a wuxia novel, my kowtow would make me immortal at this point.

Yet, my girl shrugs off her bra and walks right off my face into the shower. No change in expression. No non-verbal gesture to say hey you can come on over.

I licked my lips because that pussy juice was still there. I could smell that her body wanted as clearly as I could write, I see you.

Maybe she doesn't want to give me demands. Want me to do for myself to please her. Again, mr. Right.

I stepped confidently into the shower. Grabbed the towel out her hand and began gently washing her body. Soaping her up the same way I eye fuck her that very first time she took off them clothes.

At this point, if I was a normal man. An animated man. I wouldn't have noticed how she let me clean her, how relaxed her arms and legs were in my hands. That apathetic look on her face but her lips were twitching. Trying hard as all outdoors, not to smile.

See at this point, I knew that I broke through her defense but I'm Mr. RIGHT! I grabbed that head and shoulders.. wait, da fuck? Cheap shit doesn't work but if she liked that.. I guess.

Cough, anyway. She leaned her head back as I washed her hair. Gently massaging her scalp. Laying down that law like only mr. Right knew how.

When I finished, she leaned back against the wall, cock her leg up. "Finish what you started."

On the inside, I was rubbing my hands, jumping up and down, and shouting. 'Ha la lu ya! God is great! God is mighty!'

I slide to base, setting her legs down upon my shoulder and I let the grace almighty guide me in enlightening this sacred woman.

I led her to the promised land and she received my prayer. I felt her body take hold of the glory that is righteousness. I was all but ready to stand and deliver the flag arm of truth but she slipped off my shoulders and walked right out the shower.

Riley dried herself off and put on some training clothes, tied her hair into a bun then gave me that beautiful smirk.

"Hurry up. I want to train." She left without allowing me to seek justice.

I couldn't help but look down at the flag that never wavered. That stood strong, in the stormy weather. Yet the troops failed to recognize their formidable brother who stood mighty in thy foggy weather. Blinded were thy eyes but wicked were thy hearts.

Moment of silence for brothers one and two who supported the flag bearer through the trials and tribulations. They suffered greatly but their sacrifices will never be forgotten.

I cleaned up, dried off, and walked to find some shorts. I might have procrastinated a little but this little brunette just became the lamb offering. Her feet cock up behind her as she dilly dally on the phone. Those pink shorts failed to conceal the mighty weapons. Mm, they were the mighty temptation. The forbidden fruit and I was nothing but a simple man with a weak will.

I haveth suffered too many dark nights and fierce winds. Too many wetlands and dark trenches. I think I had a dream! A dream where douth a man spoke to me. Foretelling my suffering… he offered me a solution and I recall with perfect clarity that a lost lamb will stray upon my path. I must not forsaken the one who saveth me. Put that wicked lamb to the fork!

Okay, my heart was tired. I pounced on Isabella like a starved lion. My palm pressed into her slender back while my left hand relieved her of her shorts.

"Damn, bro! I'm not going anywhere!" She laughed while it was fun.

The moment I slapped down my mighty flag, she was still grinning but that's a different conversation. I didn't waste anymore time and guided myself in, kicking down one of my legs as I settled right on in. With practice strokes from a veteran flag bearer like me, I was quickly succumbing to her stormy seas.

In short, I think I ramp my imagination up too much as I became a five minute man but I was calm enough to thrust a little faster. Making it seem like I wasn't down for the count.

Plus her sexy ass expressions were fucking killer. The way she gripped the edge of that couch cushion, clenching up those cheeks, letting out that small moan. It was almost textbook perfect and had I not seen her watch anime. I might have bought it.

"Roll over." I said as I pulled out and scooted back.

Isabella turned over, her hand was rubbing herself as if it could stop her from gaping. She pulled her legs out from under me and spread them.

"You know, you're supposed to be gentle with a virgin. Too rough." She sounded quite aggrieved, perfectly so.

I couldn't help smiling as she smiled. I lowered myself on top of her and guided myself in. Taking her lovely lips between mine to hide the fact I was flagging. I made short hip rotations as I dragged the smile off her face and left behind a rising pink blossom.

Her hands found themselves grabbing onto my shoulder blades while her heels dug into my lower back. She was more into trading saliva than I was.

Which left me wondering how long it would take for her to awaken. If she would be a normal awakener like Chris and Riley or like me and Jacob.

I hadn't planned on just making out with Isabella for nearly twenty minutes but time slipped away. I was very reluctant to part from her but it wasn't due to love. She just could top my top ten but I wasn't a very outgoing guy so..

Feeling rushed, I slipped on shorts and tee. Like a bat, I flew down the halls and arrived at the gym to see half the team loitering around.

"About time. Thought you took a damn nap again." Tyler said as he tossed aside a jump rope. A light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead and nose, giving him a vibrant feeling.

Damn pretty boys.

"Why are you all here?" I asked as I kicked off my shoes and tossed my shirt on top.

"Aren't you training us? Riley said you were." Amala jumped in.

I walked over to the counter, hopped over it, and grabbed some gloves. I strapped them on and went to the boxing bag.

"Okay, gathered around then." I stopped trying to figure out logic.

I held up my hands which had fingerless gloves on with knuckle pads. I turned my hand to the side and slowly closed my fist, locking it in place with my thumb. I repeated this motion a few times.

"What you witnessed is the basics of how to form a fist intended to beat another person. It is important that you get it right or well. Your hand is the one that suffers." I instructed.

A few people were indeed copying me. Which meant they were active listeners.

"Boxing is easy and simple to learn. From footwork to boxing stance. Doesn't require much brain but attention to detail." I said and turned to the bag.

"The first thing you probably should learn is footwork but it takes a bit of setup to get the equipment ready. Instead I am going to focus on putting your strength into a punch. So that you won't have to spend so much time dogging it out with a walker who got too close." I slouched down a little. My right foot step ahead of my left but not by much.

Rocking a bit, I exploded forward. My left fist slamming into the bag in a straight line. No air drag, just pure speed and power. My arm returned swiftly after the bang.

"I don't know if you saw my actions but that explosion of power right out the gate. My arm goes from point A to point B in the straightest possible line. This is the essence of straight jabs with power." I said without looking at the bag.

Following their heads that tilted as they watched the bag swing backwards in a perfect arc due to the limits of the chain.

Riley raised her hand, "I don't know about the others but I hardly saw you moving. Slow it down, please."

I nodded as a few others nodded while others guloed.

I turned back to the bag and slowly ready my body. Moving a lot slower, I jabbed out. My punch perfectly captured the bag coming down. Instead of shooting back up, it bounced in place as a loud bang ended my punch and withdrawal.

"How about then?" I straightened up and looked at them.

Megan raised her hand, "are we supposed to make the bag jump like that?"

I rolled my eyes, "no. Some of you aren't awakened yet. So it'll be a lot more tame. Any questions regarding the punch?"

Jacob raised his hand, "I see boxers on TV a lot or in my local gym. Why do they straighten their back legs but you don't?"

"Good question! The reason I keep my legs bent is because it provides stability. Locking out your leg means you are overextending to reach your opponent. Some of the power has already leaked out and you can easily be knocked over." I mimicked both stances so they could accurately judge for themselves.

"Will that work with someone without your build?" A scrawny guy said.

I nodded, "go get a pair of gloves and I'll let you test it out."

The man got up and went to do so. A few others followed. Amala held up her gloves and walked towards me.

I moved to the side of the bag and placed a hand on it. "Okay, get into my stance and throw when ready. I'll correct you after."

Amala did her best to imitate me but there would always be differences due to flexibility or muscle stiffness. She threw a heavy right punch that angled out before coming back in. A typical punch for trying to jaw someone. There was a soft bang and the bag shook a little.

"Nice punch. Decent foot placement but I threw a jab. A jab is a straight punch. Your punch went out then which caused the air to drag and slow you down a bit." I started explaining right off the bat.

Grabbing her arm to take her threw a proper jab. Then I stepped back and motioned for her to throw another punch.

Amala tested jab before throwing a real punch.

"Again." I said.

She looked at me before going through the simple jab nine times, not counting the first. I stopped her when I saw her sucking in deep breaths.

"Okay, go back. Scrawny lord, come up here." I laughed as he hid in the back.

Tyler pushed him out like the good teammate he was.

"Go ahead. The bag won't fight back." I said gently.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and threw a straight jab but he was stiff about it. It was so slow that I could slap down his glove.

"You are punching like a bitch, mate. Put somebody into it. From your feet, turn with the jab, and stick it." I couldn't help but say.

He glanced at me and I could tell he was nervous. He dances from foot to foot before throwing a better jab.

"Good, good. Again." I praised him.

He threw two more which was about as perfect as he could get. The issue was his body stiffness which could be worked on.

"Left." I tossed it out like a pop up quiz.

The kid was on a roll but stopped when I said left. He was quick though and shot out a left that deviated but as I called out, he got better. Sadly, his stamina needed work.

"Okay, kid. Take five and drink water." I let go of the bag which sent it up in a small arc.

The kid nodded looking much more confident as his teammates clapped his back.

"As you saw from both of them, it doesn't matter about size but working out will increase your power and flexibility. The last is as important as having the endurance to go round after round or better yet running away." I joked. "I can damn sure say that the walkers are different from day one. Then I could scrap by a win if I position right or let loose my wild side. Now, if I don't shoot them, I don't feel comfortable but sadly. They are evolving in a way that makes it harder to use guns. Harder to take that easy kill. So learning this stuff will save your life. Whether you need to run or fight for your life then run."

The group seemed a bit serious and I liked that about them.

"Are you saying that you couldn't beat them one on one with that kind of strength?" A weak chen man said.

I nodded, "I have been professionally trained in both martials arts and boxing. I have brown belts in a few and white belts in a few things. My first time going to these guys, I made a lot of rookie mistakes. Followed by the fact that they were smarter than I gave them credit for. Almost killed me plenty. And that was just the walkers. The bloody mutts are smarter than I am. I'm not proud to admit it but I pissed my pants nearly twice and both times this lass saved me." I pointed at Amala.

Amala grinned as she held up her glove like a champ.

"Anyway, many of you are awakening. So this training will expedite that plus focus your strength into a way to better you out there." I tapped the bag next to me. "Pair off and practice. Hit the bag, not each other."

They were eager to get at it. Maybe because it would provide them a sense of comfort in knowing they are as deadly as the things out to kill them. We will see though.

I went around correcting my posture. Throwing out pop quizzes that had a few stumbling. After making their arms sore, I led them to the track, and killed their legs.

Jacob looked at me like I was his worst enemy. His front and back were drenched. Bet his wife will thank me though.

I let them off after the run and returned to shower and climbed into bed. Riley fell into bed and I got to cuddle all I wanted. She was too tired to complain.

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