Fire burned into the night sky as a silence fell over the world of crunching zombified footsteps. A sole woman held onto the body of her husband as it fell limp in her arms. His pale skin was already growing cold. Blood smeared the woman’s right cheek as the end drew near.
All was falling asunder, her hopes and dreams rained like the sparks of flame surrounding her emancipated body. The woman couldn’t lift her head up, even as the music changed, a somber note resounded through the air. The sad strings of violins bled over the sounds of the horde of walking dead as a thousand dead hands clawed against the chain-linked fence. It wouldn’t keep them at bay for much longer.
The sound of piano keys echoed against the growing darkness, marking a change in the scene. The entire background seemed to slow as the camera pulled away. Meanwhile, the woman, holding her fallen lovers body, didn’t protest as his lifeless corpse started to move.
The camera continued to zoom out, revealing an endless carpet of bodies marching toward the fire. Like an army of ants, mindlessly coming to feast.
Just as the final scene was brought to a close, Maggie could see herself in the blank screen’s reflection. Her own dark hair was combed back, and her robe was loose around her plump breasts. She was in tears as the credits began to roll. Her cool dark eyes were strained as the horror flick came to an end.
“What the hell are you watching?” Kyle’s voice interrupted her deeply spiritual moment.
Maggie quickly turned around, the sudden jerk pulled the robe clear from her left shoulder and down to her waist. Her left breast was soft and supple, causing it to sag once freed. Maggie couldn’t help but notice her precious mounds were already growing sore.
She ignored the subtle pressure building in her chest to answer her husband. “The season finale of Stumbling Corpses! It ended! Its all over! Its’ so sad! Why?” Her voice was strained.
Kyle had bags under his eyes, he had been working all day, and had yet to change clothes. “You’re watching a zombie flick?” He seemed surprised.
“I can’t believe it’s over.” Maggie tugged her robe back over her shoulder and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“Honey, did you watch the entire show with our son?” He walked around the couch, but kept his distance.
“No, don’t be ridiculous. He’s fast asleep. I’ve been watching the show every night when you’re at work. Not all at once.” She couldn’t bring herself to confess to binge watching the later half of the last season.
Kyle sighed, he sounded winded. Before he began to walk away, he couldn’t help but notice the empty container sitting on the table in front of his wife.
“Is that ice cream?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Back off…” Maggie grabbed the bin and clutched it to her chest as if it were a precious treasure. In truth, it was already empty, the left over ice cream glaze was sticking to her robe.
Maggie found it uncomfortable as she settled back in her seat, her swollen belly threw off her center of gravity. It didn’t help that her breasts were aching, laden with milk. Her nipples were scratching against the fabric of her robe and growing more irritated by the hour. Maggie hated how her body seemed to be falling apart. Crafting new organs from scratch was hard work, and she needed all the ice cream she could get.
Maggie hadn’t looked herself in the mirror in days, knowing she wouldn’t like to see the whale she had become. Her sagging tits were covered in blue veins, and her abdomen was tight with new stretch marks. It took several months for her to lose the baby weight after her first child, she didn’t want to think of the work she would have to do again. The empty ice cream container wouldn’t help, but she ceased to care.
“Sorry, I’ll step back.” Kyle cautiously walked back as if she were a wild animal. Maggie wasn’t going to let him steal away any more delicacies. She wanted to cry just thinking about the missing peanut butter.
It wasn’t until he was well out of her sight, that Maggie put down the bin and changed the channel. The remote was sticky from the ice cream as well.
Maggie had a weird appetite, and a rather odd movie craving, recently. The same thing happened during her last pregnancy, although instead of zombie movies it was historical romance fantasies. She normally hated horror movies, zombie movies in particular, but for some reason she couldn’t get enough of them now. In a way it was better than her movie tastes the previous week when she couldn’t stop watching the ‘Quick and Deadly’ franchise from start to finish. Seeing the high octane drag racing, and over the top stunts, took her mind off her squeezed bladder.
She cycled through the channels, trying to find something remotely interesting to watch, when she accidentally reached the local news channel. She would’ve flipped right past it if it wasn’t for the headline. It swiftly captured her attention with a bold symbol of a peeled onion stamped over the words, ‘Onion Cult strikes again! Terrorist seize hotel in New Orleans.’
Maggie’s heart skipped a beat. She dropped the remote as the reporter outlined the situation.
“Is that…” Kyle strode toward the television.
Maggie got up from the couch, watching the screen show the Silver Grand hotel surrounded by police lights.
“Honey,” Maggie’s voice was sharp, “Get me the keys.”
“No, that ain’t happening.” Kyle moved to confront her.
In truth, Maggie wasn’t thinking clearly. Fear and anger flooded her veins, overriding all common sense and self-doubt. She stood up, ignoring the forward center gravity, and was about to charge toward the door when Kyle stopped her in her tracks.
Maggie struggled to hold back her frustration, she felt light-headed as she rushed up from her seat. Had Kyle not been there to grab hold of her, she would’ve fallen down.
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It took her a moment to catch her breath. She felt a surge of comfort as she leaned up against her husbands chest.
“I knew I shouldn’t have let her go.” She felt a pang as the child in her womb kicked her. She did her best to ignore the sudden jolt, and placed a hand on her stomach.
Kyle noticed her fidgeting and smiled. “You talking about Rose?” He asked.
“No, you imbecile,” despite the outburst, there was no hostility in her voice. She almost sounded childish. “ I’m talking about Reby!”
Kyle thought about that for a moment before offering an answer. “To be completely honest, I’m not that worried about Reby.”
Maggie started to laugh, “Oh I’m not worried about her. I’m worried she’s going to do something really fucking terrible.”
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Meanwhile
Rose felt the world dissolve in a brilliant white light as her eyes rolled into the back her skull. Her lungs emptied, her stomach clenched, and her breasts bounced as she leaned her chest forward. Tiny pinpricks of stinging pleasure grew into a warm and rapturous symphony that erupted deep in the base of her gut, only to rush through her groin. Rose was clawing into the sheets as the orgasm unleashed hell through her limbs.
The instrument lodged into her aching pussy vibrated at max power, she could feel it reaching up the length of her inner walls to the very edge of her cervix. The sensation was agonizing, her entire sex felt like it was on fire. She could feel the curve of the mechanism pressing up against her most sensitive zones, causing her g-spots to squirm. Rose blacked out as she began to squirt on her girlfriend laying beneath her.
What made it worse was that Rose was sitting on the damn thing, causing the weight of gravity to spike it home. Another surge of raw and tortuous pleasure followed the first, squeezing what little air remained her lungs, and causing her to lose consciousness again and again. Sometime after the third orgasm, Rose nearly passed out completely, she cried out as the dildo buried between her legs wouldn’t stop pulsing! She was helpless as it stirred up her insides, and quickly lost count of the number of orgasms.
Rose didn’t know it, but only a few minutes had passed since turning on the vibrator, yet by now she was drooling over her girlfriends naked body. She couldn’t keep her fluttering eyes open long enough to appreciate Reby’s own orgasmic expressions.
A few more minutes passed, each one more desperate than the last. Rose could feel her breasts weighing her down, sapped of her strength she eventually collapsed onto Rebecca’s body like a rag-dole.
The vibrating phallus had dual ends, with each side impaling one of them. Even after collapsing, it took a few minutes before the sex toy finally ceased. By that point they were laying in a pool of their own lustful fluids.
Several minutes passed before Rebecca found the strength to speak. Laying against each other, they could feel each other’s heart beat, and the strain of their passioned breath. “Well…that’s another one off the list.”
Rebecca slowly leaned upward to reach out on the nightstand where she kept a thick book full of sex positions. The ‘lady love sex guide’ was a joke gift Maggie had gotten her shortly after the two started dating. Rose thought it was a good laugh, Rebecca on the other hand took it as a challenge. One by one they had gone through the pages, trying each of the suggested positions. Most were fairly simple, however the ones that involved toys were always a bit eccentric.
The toy had been a surprise, Rebecca had somehow gotten it without Rose’s knowledge. The double sided dildo was only medium in size, meant for the two of them to use together while they pressed into each other’s groins. Its plastic was flexible and smooth, with a slight curvature along either end. The vibrating feature apparently only had one setting, or Rebecca hadn’t read the instruction correctly.
The feeling of having a manly appendage inside of her again felt pleasing to Rose. Deep down she was bi-sexual, and since she started dating her vampire Rose hadn’t played with a dildo like this before. Rebecca clearly wasn’t used to it either.
Even now, as Rose laid on top of Rebecca’s soft flesh, her inner walls tightened around the rubber rod buried inside of her, and her girlfriends, loins. They were connected in a way, bonded as one. Part of Rose couldn’t help but wish it was the real thing, it would feel even better to have the warmth of a real cock impaling her.
Rose remembered what it was like to feel a mans veins pulsing alongside her own heartbeat. To feel a twitching cock, ready to unleash a flood of burning warmth in her fertile cove, had been a private fantasy of hers. In a way it was marginally better than Rebecca’s own fantasies of submission.
“What’s next in the book,” Rose slowly collected herself. She looked down at Rebecca’s pale skin, it was so soft and warm against her touch. The vampire’s waist was sticky from all the sweat and saliva, and covered in lipstick marks.
Rose took a gander at her girlfriends supple breasts, they were gorgeous ivory peaks that were soft and firm in her hands. Rose couldn’t help herself, she had to cup both of Rebecca’s breasts and delicately squeeze them. They were so buoyant in her grasp, she could play with them for hours. Rebecca’s nipples were puffy and bright pink, Rose couldn’t stop herself from kissing them. They were surprisingly sensitive.
Rebecca moaned as she felt Rose’s tongue circling her tender nubs. She fell back down on the sheets, shooting Rose the most bashful and desperate smile. Her cheeks were fully flustered as she bit her lip.
“Not sure,” Rebecca gasped the words as she struggled to keep herself still. “Oh, you’re such a naughty girl.”
Rose tapped Rebecca’s leg and looked up at her accusingly. She then smiled and kissed the vampires breast, then slowly made her way up the neckline until her lips were planted on Rebecca’s chin.
“Should we find out?” Rose was feeling surprisingly kinky tonight. Even dripping with sweat, she felt eager to go another round.
For some reason Rose could remember the first time she ever had sex, after all who couldn’t forget their first time? The young man had cum so quickly, Rose didn’t have enough time to enjoy herself. The feeling that she could make him burst within seconds was flattering in its own way. Being with a woman, however, required an abundance of stamina. Being with a vampire required something even more, and that included sharing other types of fluids.
Rebecca loved to tease, and always maintained control. She was never dominate in bed however, in fact Rose felt that the poor thing wanted to be the center of attention, and at her mercy instead. There were times when Rose could feel how Reby’s body responded when she had her hand firmly planted on her rear cheek, or when she delicately grasped her throat. Whenever Rose had taken control of their love making, the vampire would expose a part of her that she never openly showed. Rebecca would almost seem helpless.
Like right now.
Rose grabbed hold of her blonde queen and wrapped her legs around her waist. The dildo they shared remained buried, stirring their insides as they shifted positions. Rose found herself kissing at Rebecca’s earlobe while she pressed the vampires face right alongside her jugular.
“Go ahead, take a sip.” Rose didn’t need to ask twice.
Rebecca chuckled, and then barred her teeth. Rose could feel the pinch of her fangs breaking the skin. The pain quickly melted away, replaced with a rush of endorphins and exquisite ecstasy. Rose moaned out loud as she felt vampire venom warming her heart strings. Her eyes rolled back as her vision began to fade.
They pressed their bodies close together, their ample mounds squeezing into one another’s so that they could feel their joint heartbeats. A puddle of sweat collected in the groove of their bussoms. Rose felt her heart thundering beneath her breasts. Rebecca was gorging herself, and Rose was loving it.
Meanwhile, the curtains were pulled over the windows, hiding the constant stream of red and white police lights. It would have been hard enough to hear the sirens through the thick walls, their cries of pleasure and moans of love-making made it impossible to hear anything beyond their room.