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Dead Heart: DigitalSiren X Pox

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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

Super-Earth
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Her voice, whimpering. It sounded like distress for a moment, enough to make him freeze with his fingers inside her. But then her hips bucked a little and she cozied into it, seeming to want him deeper. It made him reevaluate the sound. It was "Did you moan?" He asked her, only getting a little bit of her mouth, her lips on his chin. He shrilled a little bit. "Ironic. I kind of like a little biting." He chuckled. He turned his head a little, feeling her hair on his face, seeing her eyes close and a soft yearning uttering from her throat. He liked that sound, he liked how she writhed a little in his touch. He wanted more... so much more. He looked at her face, her lips. "I wish- I wish I could kiss you." It was the first time he considered what was he living for? To be alone in his apartment forever.

A single kiss... would that be all it took?

His hand began to slowly squeeze her breast, molding her chest in a slow, methodical manner as he pulled her to him, their bodies beginning to rub, to writhe. He turned his face into her. She almost had a smell to her, maybe coming from her lust need. He nibbled on her ear as she played with his, his own moans echoing as his body tensed, getting harder, fiercer with her. An exhale as a lover's sigh. "Kiss. Touch..." he couldn't bring himself to say more.

He was surprised honestly but her insides seemed to alive. Warming more then her own skin, leaking as his finger tensed and rubbed. Swollen lips was all too eager to accept his rough hand as he palmed her pussy, middle finger exploring between her lips for that sweet succulent entrance. His fingers seemed to echo, to rythmn with her bucking needy hips. His motions long, slow, agonizing as his ringers reached deep inside her. She would feel his finger tips pressing at the inside of her clit, the nerves being stimulated. His motions were in, out, in, rubbing against quivering flesh. Her insides molded enough that his whole finger reached inside. To the ends. Then, another finger joined in, stretching her as tips pushed and prodded, curling inside to out.

Touching, fondling her, his own hips seemed to rub against her as he pulled her to him. He pressed his lips to her jaw, then her through, her shoulder. The cool skin warmed under his lips. Then his tongue joined in, coating the skin, pulling it. She'd feel teeth, see how she liked it as he suckled on her neck.
 

DigitalSiren

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Would a kiss be what turned him, or would it be something else. Was Marai even contagious with the changes happening within her. There was no way for either of them to know, but she wasn't the zombie girl she'd been the day before. Changes were happening. When his face turned towards her, Marai smiled some, the clumsy little smile as she tried to imitate him. Her lips parted slightly as his hand squeezed her breast. Pulled closer to him, his teeth scraped her ear and Marai made another sound, a whimpering moan. It seemed that Hiroki wasn't the only one who liked being bitten. Close as she was, while he played with her, toying with her, Marai wiggled against him, grinding against him.

The play of his fingers inside her, as her hips rose to meet him. Marai was greedy with her movements, responding to the needs of her body and it's desires. When his fingers brushed that sensitive spot, Marai's head fell backwards and a low, ragged moan left her. Had she been human, Marai would have been blushing, dead it was harder to see. Human Marai would have however, tempered the sounds that came freely from her zombie self. She was unaware of how close she had come, and her chest rose and fell quicker, had she been human, her pants would have been clear. As a zombie she almost breathed normally.

The heat of his mouth as he trailed kisses along her jaw, shoulder lingered even as his mouth moved on. Marai's head tilted away from his lips, giving him better access to the smooth column of her neck. Lashes fell closed and she squirmed in his lap, her sounds coming to a crescendo of sorts as she came. Slick juices coating his fingers and lap even. The zombie girl had gotten further in death than she ever had in life... Her eyes opened and she shifted closer still nipping at his ear playfully, sucking on the shell gently as she slowly came down off her glowing high. Her body still felt needy, she could have gone again, but for the moment, she was content.
 
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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

Super-Earth
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As she was getting lost in her bliss, her nipping, grinding, moaning. It was encouragement, asking him without words to continue. Her movements did do something to him, rubbing through what remains of his jeans, the hard appendage attempting to get that stroke, entice the nerves. It made him tremble, his breath heavy, his mind slipping from logic to desire. It was years of repression mixing with her eroticism. A twisting moaning in his grasp. Supple breasts and tight sopping warmth for his fingers to cherish. It was maddening. He tried, desperately to quiet that voice. He sucked on her neck, pinched her nipple, eked and prodded against surprisingly tender flesh, each press seeming to milk her of more nectar, caressing his fingers. She turned, her nibbles like kisses against his jaw, his teeth all the while noises of lust swam in his ears. As each second ticked by, the voice telling him that he shouldnt do this got quieter and quieter.

Her voice became louder and in a second of the impossible, he forgot what she was, because her body seemed to do the same. Muscles convulsed, gripping at his finger tips, squeezing, and then a flush of fluid, coming out of her in steady streams. His probings, rough massaging fingers casting the run off on his hand, wrists, thighs. The last moment of rational thought came with a note that she would need water if she sprayed this much. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get rougher in her moments as she came, wanting to amplify it for her. She came down, still nipping at his ear, and he felt her lips on him. A wordless gesture of appreciation... or perhaps motivation. He withdrew his hand from her, watching the moisture gleam from it. A moment of consideration before he said suddenly. "Screw it. I guess I'm going to hell anyway."

He pushed against her back causing her to double over so he could free his leg. He had to pull his arm away from her chest in order to use her for holding her. As clingy as she was, it helped that he was bigger and stronger than her, so when he needed to move, atleast he could. While she would only be not touching him for a second, her naked frame would immediately be seized when he got himself off the couch. Rather then probably just leading her to his bedroom, he was under a kind of urgency spurred on by his loins. She'd bounce in his grasp in a flash as his arm settled at her shoulder and tucked under legs. He then manuvered with her down the hall.
The bedroom matched most of the apartment. A kind of calculated chaos of bed being surrounded by entertainment systems, plants, dressers, shelves, and some of the manga, comics, books and figures that he had collected over the years. The bed was queen sized with two night stands. A lamp on one, various flashlights candles and a lantern on the other. Of course once corner was dedicated to an emergency supply cache just in case he had to make a last stand in this room. The walls had all manner of posters that could have once been considered colorful. Most were various action movie posters, jpop bands, though there was a bikini clad girl looking suggestively by a pool. Hiroki carefully brought Marai here, and immediately they were cast in the dim evening light. Marai would be placed on the bed, a sturdy mattress and an unknown amount of blankets, head resting on a pillow. Without a word, Hiroki flickered on the lantern before going into his drawer. Various personal objects were rummaged through, most of it sentimental junk or old useless papers and pictures, but he found it... at the bottom, a box of condoms which he pulled out, a roll still with in. He tore one off.

He gave her a little grin. "Hope this works... but if it doesn't, atleast you'll have me forever." It was a strange sentiment before he stood back up to finish the job with his pants, rushing, fumbling. He was surging to get them off and use it. She'd see it then, immediately as his pants slid off. A piece of long thick meat, fully erect and rock hard, a slight upward bend, stimulated from her voices, her rubbing.
 

DigitalSiren

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Cradled in his lap, his fingers between her thighs, Marai would have been shy once upon a time, but death had chased that away. Perhaps it was wrong to see it as death though, for her body was very receptive to his touching. Virus perhaps? Either way, Marai would have been shy, though she might have found pleasure in the way he hardened beneath her, the hitching in his breath. The way the trail of hot kisses, gentle nips from Hiroki would have made her very happy, and did so now. Perhaps it was a combination of the attention at both ends, his mouth, and the workings of both hands. At least alive, there wasn't a chance in hell she wouldn't have made it worse on purpose for him, the zombie girl didn't know how to do such, her actions only secondary to the way he touched her.

As Marai came, his rougher attention only carried her further in her bliss. Left panting, or what a zombie called panting, she had curled into him. Giving him tender kisses, nips, her pleasure in the gentle attention she seemed to figure out he liked. Her eyes moved to the hand that rose and she tilted her head, watching his glistening fingers. The glimmered in the setting sunlight that filtered in and Marai made a cooing noise in her throat. Pretty. His voice drew her eyes from the glistening fingers, her head turning to him, an almost question in her eyes. Pushed forward, Marai made a sound of displeasure, which only increased as his arm was pulled free. The whine loud, though as she was pulled into his arms she quieted some, her eyes still sad. Marai didn't understand, and he could easily move her. Even if she'd been a breathing living girl, he would have easily been able to over power her, though she might have moved with him far more willingly if she was. Understanding, eager.

In his arms, she looked up at him. While the sad look lingered at the edges, there was something else in her gaze; trust. Marai trusted Hiroki, he wouldn't hurt her. That fear of the older zombie and him having faded. He wouldn't hurt her. Her mind told her that much. The heaviness of her head fell to his shoulder and he would feel the touch of her tongue along his neck, no teeth, just the gentle lick. As if she knew both might scare him. Laid on the bed, she frowned slightly, shifting as if she'd get up. The girl might have found the carrying slightly romantic, but that wasn't what this was. It was a need, one that Marai could help him scratch. The light stalled her from climbing out of the bed, and curling around him like an eager puppy. A tilt of her head, she looked to the thing in his hand, her own reaching out for it, wanting it too.

His voice distracted her again, eyes moving up to him. She smiled back, that silly little quirk of her lips as she tried to mimic him. The girl wouldn't have wished it on him.. The zombie might not have either. Who knew what he'd become? Would he be like her, sweet, docile and willing to let her cuddle up with him? Or would he be like the remaining hoards? Marai wouldn't be able to follow him if that was the case... and she wouldn't want to. Her sweet human boy wouldn't be who he was now. Her eyes moved to his hands and she watched as he fiddled with his pants, sitting up some, her torso rising as she supported herself with her elbows. Blinking, large owlish eyes took in the sight of his cock as his pants dropped. A hand reached out, curious, the tips of her fingers brushing the soft, cushiony tip. Her lips parted, her cheeks tinged with that odd color they seemed to take on when she blushed. Eyes flickered back up at him, her fingers still exploring the tip of him, gentle, rubbing along his skin.
 
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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

Super-Earth
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It was hard to tell if she knew what he intended to do to her, or if she wanted him too. He could imagine all she wanted was his touch (And most of his stuff) He expected putting her down, she'd immediately move to latch herself onto him, body heat acting like comfort and nourishment. Amazingly she didn't merely tilting her head, curling up, reaching out to him. Animated, but trusting. She sat up just as he began to strip, and he was surprised she reacted the way she did.

Soft hands touched him. It gave a moments concern, a moment's worry, which was immediately quelled as he felt her finger tips toy with him, fingers joining in to touch the hot swollen appendage. "Mmm... Keep it easy." He let her touch him. He slid off his shirt, getting himself as naked as she was, showing her a slim toned body, years of do it yourself and lack of reliable sweets giving him a swimmers body, the occasional ding of the dangerous world peppering his stomach. His chest. When the shirt went over his head, he caught her eyes. She still was touching him, but seemed to look up in his eyes. Her cheeks seemed pink, was she asking him if he liked it? It felt like it. He smiled at her reassuringly. One hand lowering to her cheeks, offering her something to nuzzle into. "Yeah. Good. I like that Marai." He stroked her cheek, petted through her silver hair. Patting her as his hips moved to poke her finger tips.

He suddenly wanted more. Her mouth would have been an issue, though she could simply lean over to taste him. He moved his other hand around her own. "You start like that, then, coil your hands around it, then, pull and push." He hand seemed to help her, manuevering it to allow the underside to be freshly in her palm, and then showing her the motion of pulling, teasing the skin, stroking the shaft up and down. He provided most of the strength as he coiled her hand around it, essentially masturbating himself using her hand. He made a soft moan as the motion was simulated, letting her do it if she understood. He could stay like this. Let her touch him until he climaxed. Would be kind of like foreplay, both of them playing with eachother to get in the mood.

He exhaled as his face got a little redder. He wanted more, wanted to take the plunge, but he was edging himself into a frenzy with her, it was sweet agony. He was sure he could go a few times, his mind numb with lust. The thought of covering her, splashing her face or chest with his seed would be another enticement same as her cum on his finger tips. It made him throb, his cock pulse, a bit of precum slipping from the tip. "Keep going, just like that. Heh, sorry Marai. I guess I'm a bit of a pervert after all. And just after your bath." He chuckled a bit.
 

DigitalSiren

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His touch and most of his shiny/colorful things were what Marai desired most, as to his plans, she was none the wiser. Pulled into his arms, she'd been a happy little zombie girl, and when he'd laid her down, she'd been able to stay on her back for a moment or two before shifting to see what he was doing. The reason she didn't cling to him? Likely she still felt the remnants of the pleasure he'd given her, relaxing her need to cling like an undead spider monkey to Hiroki. She only shifted as he began to undress, her fingers brushing him.

She'd watched him, with her blushing cheeks while her fingers stroked at that soft tip, as if somehow, she knew. Hiroki would have no way of knowing that the zombie girl in his bed was a virgin, so this wasn't like some past memory surfacing. Her movements lacked finesse, more seemingly interested in touching him, her lips parted slightly. When his hand cupped her cheek, she, as he had expected her to, nuzzled against his hand, her mouth capturing his thumb. Like the pig ear, she didn't bite down, instead, she sucked gently, tasting the salt on his skin, her eyes rolling up to meet his once more as her fingers trailed down the length of his shaft. It could have been almost cute, the ways she touched him, if not for how and what she stroked. His thumb popped from her mouth, and Marai made a small sound, before leaning into his hand as he pet her.

When his hips moved into her hand, her eyes moved back down, lips parting into a curious little "o" of surprise. Hiroki guided her, and she tilted her head, watching as he showed her how to touch him. Shifting closer, she would continue the movement, even as his hands were to fall away. Her all seemed focused on the movement he'd shown her, until, the tip of him beaded with precum. Her hand didn't stop but she leaned in, the tip of her tongue licking at the salty little bead. A gurgle in her throat as her tongue brushed against the tip of him again, as if seeking that saltiness again.

Her eyes rolled up to him, her tongue still lapping at the head of his cock, while he hand pumped steadily. Marai did notice the change in his breathing, the color in his own cheeks, but she didn't understand. His words, like the changes in his body, were lost on her too. The human girl wouldn't have minded, as long as she could have another bath, the zombie.. was low key scared of the water and such a task might not be worth the effort when a damp towel could work for now. A gurgling sound came from Marai, as if she was trying to talk with him too.
 
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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

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She was gurgling again, a sound she made when he talked to her. It was her trying to talk back. Trying to answer him. At anytime he would be so curious as to what, trying to fill in the blanks, but right now he was in glee. All those years pent up with only himself, all he needed was close his eyes and it was all the sensation of touch. His muscles stroked, even as unrefined as it was, still did the job, feeling soft hand rigorously moving down his shaft. A tongue lapping his head, his undercarriage. He didn't tell her to do that, but it made things so much better. It was enough to make him shrill in a moment that made his skin prickle. Even when he opened his eyes, all he saw was her looking up at him. A gesture adorable and sexy. "M-mmm Marai. Don't stop."

She didn't of course, though his grip loosened on her hand, she knew to make the motion, a hand going up and down, up and down. It was so different, so enticing, so sinful and erotic. He knew he wouldn't last. He was already pushed over the edge when he felt her dampness on his fingers, when he felt his hips grind against her backside, her breast molded in his hand. He felt that kind of strange wash of warmth, electricity, his head going light. He bucked a bit against her tongue and her stroking hand. It pulsed in her hand and he released her hand to better craddle her face, though his other hand was free to reach down. His hand seizing her tit, rolling and rubbing it in his hand as he lost himself in the moment, letting every tingle and every touch cause his moans to go louder. "Mmph, uh, god. Guuh!"

She got what she worked for, his cum seeping out from the tip, until another stroke and a spec of muscle caused a jet to dribble on her on her lips, her tongue, her face. Another treat for her to enjoy if she continued, the salty creaminess spewing from it in strands. The climaxed caused his body to lock, to double over a bit as the wash of endorphins took over him, the ecstacy of finishing due to her efforts. It lasted a few mind numbing seconds, her motions prolonging the feeling. The release was indescribable. Pent up worry all oozing from him. He finally opened his eyes slowly, a grin on his face as he looked down at her, the slight mess on her an intoxicating sight. "Heh... heh, sorry Marai..."

He would put his hand on her own to stop it, no doubt some of his seed on her own hand, letting a single moment or decompression be shared between them. "That was... wonderful..." But it wasn't enough. His cock, slightly spent was still engorged. Weeks since his last session, he had reserves, and an opportunity. Red cheeked, and exhaling softly, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Time for us to both have a little fun."

He didn't care about his mess on her or him, he released her face and tore at the condom wrapper, stepping away from her to put a knee on the bed and the piece on his tip, rolling it down. He then crawled on it, approaching her, laying himself atop her and spreading her legs, her cute, still glistening pussy for him to savor. His hand felt down her thigh, it was a last moment of logic being destroyed, he'd risk it all for a single moment of happiness. His life be damned. "Ready?" He asked, not expecting her to respond, but he beat she would enjoy the opportunity to cling to him again.
 

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For now, it was likely best he hadn't focused on trying to decipher what she was saying as it was no more than noise. In time perhaps he could teach Marai to speak again, much like she had sort of learned how the door worked when the horde had been coming. Though it had barely worked, the intent had been there, to protect her human. The noises Hiroki sometimes made gave her pause, but any time she paused to check, he encouraged her... while the words were lost, there was a lot to be said for tone. When he groaned her name, told her not to stop, she didn't understand the words, but the message seemed to be understood. Even as his hand fell away, she continued. He likely wasn't thinking about it, in his haze of lust, but he'd just shown Marai something he liked and she was enjoying herself. Had he thought about it, he might have understood that his cock was now hers. She wouldn't understand boundaries and he had encouraged this touching. She also would now want him to touch her more. A creature of mostly base instinct, she would be drawn to the things that felt good. Sexual and not. The warmth of his skin, the way she felt being held, the fear of the water, they were all learned behaviors.

Another sound, a giggle perhaps, leaving her as his hips bucked against her tongue. Eyes rolled upwards as one of his hands cradled her face, his other reaching lower still. His moans got louder and without warning he came, at least no warning for the girl who wouldn't have understood. Her mouth had been open, eagerly stroking him, wanting more of that salty treat. Most of the warm seed found her open mouth, some of it landed along her cheek, chin and even a strand that had hit her breasts as it had dripped from her chin. It was almost hot against her cooled skin, though no more than his body temperature in reality. Hiroki's body bent over her, shadowing her slightly.. Unlike some girls might have known, Marai kept touching him, much like the human girl would have, not knowing to stop. As he straightened, Hiroki would be able to see exactly where his seed had landed. Licking the tip of him, she gurgled as his hand stopped her.

Looking up at him curiously, she still licked him, that was until he pulled back slightly, bending to press a kiss to her forehead. That same smile pulled at her lips, the kiss clearly making her a happy zombie girl. Watching him as he released her, a sound of unhappiness left her. The more they touched, the closer they were, the less happy she seemed with distance. She had been clingy before, he was only making her more so. However, she didn't try to move closer, watching what he was doing curiously. When he climbed onto the bed, she tilted her head, allowing him to move her as he needed. Her back pressing against the mattress as he climbed above her. His hands spreading her thighs was met with an eagerness, for she remembered just a little while what had come of a similar motion.

She was still wet and it was obvious as he looked between their bodies, the lips of her pussy still glistening and her body had seemed aroused by the hand job and sort of blow job, as if it could realize what was happening while her mind couldn't quite put the two together. She felt his hand near her thigh and she gurgled softly, before her eyes met his. There was no fear in her eyes and it almost seemed as if some part of her understood, the blush back in her cheeks. When he pushed into her, he'd find her indeed wet, tight around him and after a moment a small sound of pain, her eyes flinching as he pushed past her maidenhood. Even with the small flash of pain, her body was quickly adapting to accept him and after a moment, she made another noise, this one was not pained, but a clear whimper of need.
 
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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

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She didn't recoil, if anything she seemed almost- happy? He might have just been projecting but there was no resistance, no sudden burst of activity. She had his attention, his touch. Her eyes beckoned him. His own head screamed at him that this could be suicide. Even with the cover, would it matter? He was going to make love to one of them. Was she though? She wasn't like those moaning screaming hordes. She was almost alive. Not one of them had displayed anything like she did. She was different, she had to be. But science wouldn't care about his feelings his emotions. A single bite, blood, saliva and he'd throw everything away, all those years of survival.

"Ya know, I'm risking it all for a girl. Pathetic isn't it Marai. I'm sure there's a song about this." She'd kill him with just her eyes to be honest. A final bit of flirting before he pressed himself to her. He tried first to feel it out, the tip striking her clit, pressing between her lips but sliding out and away. He had to grab it, had to touch her to find her opening, still slippery, still wet from his playing with her before. It quieted the voice in his head. He wanted that. Couldn't wait a moment more to feel her around him.

The head hooked into the entrance, spreading her lips. With a whimper of pain from her, and a groan of sweet relief as flesh pushes back against his invading head. It encloses around him, a soft wet warmth enwrapping around him. He wraps his arms around her own, his head burying into the pillow over her shoulder as he lets himself go in further. Centimeter, by centimeter, he forces himself into her. He feels her squirm, her muscles clenching him, trying to resist, but it only encourages him to push in further. He exhales audibly as he arches his back. He finally stops his penetration, feeling her mold around him, her inner walls enclosing around his head, his shaft. His breath is audible as he looks at her, seeing her eyes closed and registering her pain.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, before she responded with a soft noise of need. He curled his lips a bit as he pulled back a little bit, feeling her muscles stroke him in the motion. He pushed in, his head spreading deeper, her tightness working him through each drive. He began to pull back, push in, his hips working with her, slowly beginning to pump her, his hips grinding into her as his body pressed against her small frame, feeling her chest against his, and the sweet wetness of her craving flower suck him in. Even pulling out a bit was a struggle, bringing washes of pleasure in doing so. He immediately let all regrets wash from him. It was worth it, even if cost him everything. With a strong push, he pressed back into her wet flower. "MMmm... It feels - amazing..." There was even a wet squeltch heard among their moans, his hips driving himself into her, causing her feet to raise with his push. He started slow, savoring it, letting it wash over him. Already the tingles of his first climax were forgotten and was building annew.
 

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Marai was a simple creature, her only real desires were being close to Hiroki and his affection, in the many ways he had shared it with her. That closeness and that bond making her happy. A sweet sound left her as he stared down at her, her eyes still on him. The human Marai would have understood that need. Had she known she was about to become a zombie, or that the world as they knew it was coming to an end, she might have sought out a boy, much like Hiroki. Wasn't there a movie trope about not dying a virgin? Yet Marai had. Though, in reality she would have worried about her parents more.. but in his place, with him a friendly, needy zombie boy? Marai might have taken that leap as well. It was more than company, it was a physical need. To be close to someone in the most base and carnal of ways.

When he pushed in, at first, there was pleasure. It was undeniable, even Marai's dead nervous system sent those sparks of pleasure though her body. Much like when he breached her maidenhood there had been pain. Hiroki's head fell beside Marai's on the pillow, as he pushed further into her. Her body was warm, warmer inside and molded around him slowly; like a sheath. Marai's head turned and her lips brushed against his cheek, almost in a kiss... Though she really wanted to nibble on him. She liked giving him little love bites, it was something that somehow made sense to her.

Her eyes opened at the sound of his voice, though she made her small little demand. The smile on his face was met with one of her own. As he began to thrust into her, her body bounced slightly with the movement. Marai didn't breath like he did, but it started to come quicker, perhaps noticeable to the human above her. With her form of panting, her cheeks held color still and after a moment, she made a sound. It was hard to deny that the zombie girl beneath him had just moaned. There was no other word for the sound. No pain, the moan clearly one of pleasure. It wasn't just Hiroki getting something from this.

Their moans joined and mingled and Marai reached for one of his hands. Pulling it closer to her mouth. As if she understood, she moved slowly, trying not to freak Hiroki out. Her mouth opened and she made a soft whine. Pulling his hand closer she slipped a finger into her mouth. It still tasted of her and Marai sucked on it softly, nibbling only a little as she moaned. Much like her body had moved to his touch before, now was no different. Her hips rose to meet his slightly. Her own pleasure was just as clearly signed and the closer she came, the more obvious it was. She bit his fingers a little harder, though she seemed even now, careful to not break his skin. Some parts of her seemed to know and Marai as much as she liked Hiroki, would never have wanted him like her. He was her human.. her friend and now something more.
 
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Dr. Pox

Dr. Pox

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How she molded, how it pulled and quivered. Soft body shakes and grinds against him that moved her supple breasts in a hypnotic bounce with every push. It was hard to tell if it was her insides warming, or the friction, but he seemed to eke out her wetness. A reward to cherish and savor with each motion. It was the act of sliding in, feeling her hips rise up, sheath taking more and more of her in. She responded with her noises, whispering in his ear, a soft nipping then at his cheek. He intentionally cocked his head to nuzzle against her, taking in a scent of her, which mostly was the fresh soap from her bath earlier. It was truly a wonder she was capable of such affections.

Pulling up onto his arms, meeting her face, a little smirk, the flush of color which seemed to defy her condition. Part of her was still alive. It was those small moments of reflection, but her body functioned in some strange way. Her muscles pulled, oozed that wetness from her velvety walls. Then another sound came, something pleasing, familiar. He didn’t know why he was surprised… he heard that before. That scintillating seductive tone of relief and lust. He chuckled a bit. “I like it too.” He told her, wondering what she would be saying. Good, he felt a little bad by taking her virginity like this, being too enraptured with the relief that he didn’t register her pained squeaks. Pain and pleasure, she had to be alive.

He wanted to touch her, raising a hand to place over one of her shaking tits, pushing in to try to feel for her heartbeat again, however, she took the opportunity and seized his hand like always. She brought it to her face, their eyes met as she brought it to her lips, then into her mouth. A single flash, a final scream that she could kill him with such a seemingly harmless gesture. If she bit down... taking his finger... What did he have to worry now? He was literally fucking her. It was a little late for what ifs.

He wriggled it against her tongue, along her teeth. She seemed to like the sensation, and he could understand why. “Hmmph, trying to bite me huh?” He giggled, she looked cute that way, and kinda more erotic. “Kind of kinky Marai.” He was more or less conceded to his fate. He felt another tinge from both of them, her insides moistening, his own body warming up. He went a little rougher, making sure his tip drove in deep, stirring her insides up, the tip kissing her cervix with his thrusts. She bit down a little harder through it, and he felt that voice again. Instead of withdrawing, he slipped another finger into her mouth, running the meaty fingers over both rows of teeth. He’d feel saliva form and the fleshy tongue vibrate through her whines and moans. His free thumb and fingers stroking her cheek as his other hand held the bed for support.

Long drives of his rod lanced into her in ever quickening succession. He felt it coming, his cock twitching and stirring. He wanted to resist, to last but her body seemed to want it. It wanted to spray again, and wanted his cum in the mix. At some point he couldn’t even pull himself out, the motion driving her hips upward and sending her body reeling, his manhood swirling in her molten furnace. Sweat formed on where their skin touched. Words barely audible through his moans. “Ma-uhrai… if uummph fuck, it’s good!” He dipped his head low as he put his hand on her shoulder, finger tips digging in as the bed creaked and rocked through his final need to cross the finish.
 

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When Hiroki didn't freak out as she pulled his finger into her mouth, gently biting at the singular digit. She was gentle and it soon became clear if it hadn't been already, that she wasn't hungry, this was something different. She had heard his words, felt his hand on her breast before she'd stolen his hand for her own needs. Sucking gently on his skin, teeth scraping almost playfully as she moaned. His giggle made smile, even as his hips thrust into her. Any pain that had been there had long since faded into the pleasure Hiroki gave her, selfish as it may be. Even when the tip of him brushed her cervix, the small flashes of pain added to the pleasure.

More fingers were added to her mouth and her eyes flickered up to him, the feeling exciting for her. His fingers explored her mouth and she licked and nibbled against them as she whimpered and moaned. It was almost a sweet gesture as his thumb brushed her cheek. Alternating between gentle nibbles and something a little rougher as Hiroki's cock thrust in and out of her, the pace becoming faster and a bit uneven the closer he came. Marai's body responded in kind, and she writhed under him, eager and in her own way attempting to help. Her mind didn't seem to be able to fully connect the dots, but her body knew what it wanted... needed.

His head fell to her shoulder, hands gripping the bed. He'd feel the moment Marai fell over that edge, her velvet furnace tightening around him. Her cry of pleasure bounced back at them and around him she trembled, her body urging him, coaxing him to fall with her as she came. Her moans didn't stop, as she came, her body still trembling from the release of endorphins and pleasure. Trembling breaths left her as she slowly calmed, the slow breathing almost normal for a moment... almost human. Closing her eyes she turned her head, teeth scraping his jaw, a soft sign of her affection.

Arms slid around his waist and she hugged him, his warmth and weight welcome on top of her. He was doomed now. Oh, he wouldn't become a zombie, but Marai now had new things she liked. Things that Hiroki had shown her. Things she would now demand, much as she demanded to be close to him at all times or touching him. A sound was made in her throat, and it seemed again as if she was trying to speak. What would the little undead zombie have said? Chances are, she'd have been telling him how amazing that had been. How good it had felt and perhaps, demanding they go again, giddy with happiness. The sounds Marai made were happy and bright. Another nip to his jaw, her nose burring against his neck as she held him close. Getting free might be tricky.
 
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Still fresh in his memory when he put his fingers inside of her, he felt muscles surge, gripping him tightly like a pressure chamber, filling with fluid until it bursted with convulsions mixed with audio symphony of ecstasy. Even through the thin membrane of the condom, he could feel sequence of events. Tip rubbing against cervix, fleshy sopping walls stroking as hips pushed against hips. His fingers in her mouth added a similar sensation. A cacophony of textures. The hardness of teeth on finger tips. The moist embrace of a tongue wettening his finger tips. She may not have been normal, but she was a generous lover. More then he could ask. Seeing her twist and groan, smile creeping as she kept nibbling on his fingers. He couldn't help but smile through his own moans. Sweetness, sexiness; making love seemed so accurate a phrase.

Pumping and pushing. She'd cry out, a wash over her as he felt her bursting. It was enough, more than that. He had only resisted just cause her tight cunt was too much, too intoxicating to release and end it, as maddening as that was. He tried to say her name, call out to her and tell her how it felt, but it came in merely prolonged moans. His cock quickened, wanting to feel every bit of her swollen flower on his tip, his shaft. He locked his muscles, and he pushed in, threatening her womb with the tip of his cock, trying to push in all the way to the base. If she could, his cock would seem to get bigger. If it wasn't a muscle long the shaft, it was his cum catching in the sheath, filling the tip and oozing along the sides. Another layer of heat for both to share as he fucked her through their climax. This was better, a release he wanted, more than her mouth. Ecstasy and years of loneliness melting away.

He finally slowed, needing his hands back so as not to squish her as he collapsed against her frame, skin pasty from the fine layer of sweat he passed upon her chest, her stomach. He took a few breaths, his mind blacking out as he let the endorphins rush through him, his breath dancing hot on her shoulder. It was her playful nips, like kisses that broke him out of it. It almost tickled, causing a grin to form on his exhausted face. "Yeah, I liked that too." He told her in a lover's whisper, even as her own arms seemed to wrap around him in a hug.

Incidentally he was kind of surprised. He had felt the wash of lust still linger within him, and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with this lovely woman in his arms, but she groaned, croaked, and seemed to wriggle a little with life. Her body squeezed him, her arms, her hips. She latched on, perhaps showing her joy with as much touch as possible. He expected her to be as drained as he was, but she was invigorated. A theory spawned in his head as he moved his limbs, trying to get comfortable with a little laugh. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You might not need to sleep either do you Marai?" Her movements, rubbing against him seemed enough to charge him a bit more as she wouldn't let him escape her, his cock still neatly nestled in her lusty pool. He raised a free hand and wiped it on his face. It was going to be a problem, but a welcome one. "Hey I haven't denied you before I guess, lets just-" He shifted his weight slowly, trying to get in a position to lay next to her, rather then on top of her. It would succeed, their legs now entwined with eachother and arms wrapped around the other.

It gave Hiroki a chance to spoon, to cuddle, fingertips and nails through her long hair, down her back, all the way to her rather supple rear to give it a soft squeeze. "Ill need to recover a bit, and put on another one." He told her as he engaged in one sided pillow talk, looking down at her as she nibbled and nuzzled. "I wonder if you'll want more now. I can probably try some positions. Get you into some sexy lingerie. Indulge a few fantasies. God, I've become such a pervert." He leaned in kissing her forehead. "I blame you. Maybe if you weren't so sexy and clingy, but I kind of love that about you. What do you think, exhaust myself tonight? Have one last wild ride?" His head then came back to reality, a single burning question as he looked down. "I just hope it's not my last..."
 

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Riding though that unknown pleasure Marai whimpered and moaned. She might not really have understood, but it didn't matter for her pleasure or his. The girl she used to be would have been in the same heaven that she was in now and would have more than likely been an eager participant. He had no way of knowing it and she had clearly been receptive to his touches. While Marai couldn't consent in the truest sense of the word, but her feelings were clear. Take the shower and then the play just after on the couch, there was a clear answer in both. She'd hated her bath and had been very eager for his touch. Even with her climax she could feel Hiroki moving still, fighting against the way she tightened around him.

He continued to fuck her until they had both had their fill, her body sending delighted little shocks through even as she clamed down until his hips stilled as well. His fingers were pulled from her mouth and she might have complained had he not enveloped her with his body. This had made her happy, her arms linking around him. She didn't mind the fact that his body was covered in a fine sweat, or that her own had reacted as much as it was able given her condition. Nuzzling and nipping she showed him her pleasure, the best way she could. Like a puppy licking the face of their owner. A sign of her affection and happiness. His voice made that oh so familiar sound come from her throat.

She didn't understand his desire, though, there was a chance she would cuddle with him for at least a good few hours, should he hold her close to him. His warmth, his closeness all that would be required to hold her still for that long. He wasn't wrong, she hadn't slept since being changed and at the moment she didn't seem to have regained that human trait. She all but wrapped herself around him, making a contented happy sound. Was she purring? No.. not quite but the effect was still the same. When Hiroki rolled she allowed it, only because they were still touching in several places. Looking into his face she echoed his smile. She would have been content to just lay like that and then Hiroki took it a step further.

The feeling of his hands in her hair, along her slender back, nails playing along her skin made her eyes closed for a moment and a moan of sorts left her. Her eyes opened as his hand cupped her rear, giving it a squeeze. She made that gurgling sound as she tried to talk. What might she have said? Likely something silly like, hey that's mine! Hiroki indulged in her tender affections as he told her that they could again... His voice was soothing to her and her eyes held his, Hiroki holding her full attention. Yes, she would likely crave this sort of attention now, but that wasn't so bad. The desire to try positions would likely result in small little struggles for power, but if he kept touching her, she would give in quick enough. That was her highest drive, that warm touch. Had she been human she would have teased him, asked him what positions.. what fantasies he would want to play out.

A happy chirp of sound left Marai at the kiss to her forehead. Shifting some she lifted her hand to his chest. The steady beating of his heart making her eyes lower. There seemed to be a lightbulb lighting in her mind and Marai's hand moved from his chest to her own. It wasn't the first time, yet it seemed to stand out to her again. her hand moved back to his chest. She liked his chest better. She liked that beating. It seemed to bother her on some level her heart didn't beat like his. Her own sluggish heart beating every few minutes. her fingers curled against his skin lightly, focused on where his heart beat.
 
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She nestled in, and immediately when he got comfortable, he pretty much knew he wasn't going to be moving again. A little early that night, but it was an interesting day. A scavenge, a horde, bringing her home, showing things off, getting a little close. He felt his muscles relax, felt that comfort and peace of mind that usual came with sexual release. He figured he would have other chances, if he was still himself in the morning. But, laying like this, making her gurgle and squeak as she nipped and nibbled. He felt like this was her kissing, aiming for skin and strangely not his lips. Maybe she knew the same risk... but he figured he was already tempting fate. Still, just a bit of an exchange was all it took... or atleast thats what it was some years ago.

"Here." He said shifting her a little bit. He pushed up with his feet, unintentionally slipping himself from her, both of them still wet with ache from their exertion. He curled up from the pillow and let her head rest on his arm. He used his hands to pull her head towards his chest, twisting it and letting her ear rest against it. The soft thump thump thump reverberated through his skin against her ear. There was still a bit of pace because of the exertion but it was slowing, rhythmic. He held her to him for her to listen, sheer joy from a sweet moment, a rarity in these days. He could honestly die happy. "Hear that?" He asked. "That's mine. Yours is a little slower but it's trying. I can feel it. Maybe, just maybe it'll sound like this soon." He was comfortable like this, and slowly, he let it kind of settle over him. His mouth opened in a yawn before he continued. "Your heart will beat... you'll get some color back... maybe you can talk. I bet you sound beautiful too. You probably did karaoke." He felt a little embarrassed but he admitted it. "I did karaoke. I sound pretty terrible but after a drink or two?" He went to the lantern beside the bed, and with a tap, cast them into the darkening day.

He let a moment go by, then he closed his eye, his hands going back to running his hands over her shoulders, her back, feeling her skin, some semblance of life underneath her cuddling form. She felt, sounded alive. She was. She had to be. It reminded him of a song from America he liked. Slowly, the tune uttered as a gentle hum. As the words got back to him, he opened his mouth, slowly going through the words. He sang to her. He didn't sound great, not lying his side like that. He tried though, just another thing to share with her. Gratitude. Appreciation. Someone to hold, someone to love. He wished he woke up tomorrow. The thought of leaving her alone again was heart wrenching.

And yet, his words slowed, they slurred, comfort, warmth, bliss all seemed to take him and he fell into darkness. His voice muffled low, and he lied still and silent, then his breath going deep, almost audible in a light snore. His arms would be asleep, resting on her as they were but that was a morning problem. If she tried she could wake him, he had become a light sleeper in this trying time, but it was a deep sleep that he hadn't had in a long time.

Night would fall over the room, and dawn would come peacefully.
 

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The initial move was met like any other from Hiroki, with Marai giving a sound of utter unhappiness. In the short time they had been together, he had likely come to learn her distaste for his moving away from her. It wasn't hard to picture that in the zombie girl's mind he was hers. Her desire to be close was likely born from so long alone, with no one. The first time she had spotted him, things had begun to slowly change. From following him around like a puppy, to the cuddly persona that now was Marai. So she struggled against his move, but she was unable to hold himin place and he slipped from her arms and shifted against the bed. Slowly, as she noticed he wasn't leaving her, she calmed and he was able to gently coax her into his arms and her head laid on his chest. Shifting some, Marai curled into Hiroki as he guided her head to rest on his chest.

Thump, thump, thump.

That steady beat of his heart was rhythmic and Marai let out a soft sigh, her hand curling into a small fist against his chest. His words slipped from him, soothing her as always. Marai wouldn't sleep, he wasn't incorrect in that theory, but she did close her eyes and listen to his voice, heart and breath as they played through his chest. The rumble of his voice a serious competitor for the beating of his heart in which she preferred. Marai had actually done karaoke, it had been a weekly tradition that she and her friends indulged in. Marai had indeed had a beautiful voice. Hiroki had fallen silent before he began to sing. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up at him watching his face, his mouth as his voice soft and sweet slipped around her. The human girl had loved the song he sang and she would have never agreed that his voice had not been perfect. His hands were felt and known, but it was the song that captivated her.

His words slowed, slurred, mumbled and then died off. Marai laid silently in his arms. for a long time, content to be held as he slept. She rested in her own way, laying still, her heart beating slowly, her breathing matching it. Towards the morning, near four am, she stirred and sat up, naked, looking down at Hiroki. Leaning down she pressed a kiss to his cheek, the action affectionate before she slipped from his bed, then the room and finally his apartment. Marai wandered through the other apartments on the floor, gathering things she liked from them. In her wondering, Marai found clothing she liked, like a white dress with little blue flowers, a tie-dye shirt that would dwarf her... A bowl of Christmas ornaments, a porn magazine, another lighter and a pair of kitty ears with golden bells on a headband. Each item she found was taken and placed just inside his doorway.

When he woke, Marai wouldn't be there, still slowly collecting her treasures. A teacup was her most recent find, it was a beautiful grey, the surface crazed with fine lines. Brighter lines of gold ran along its surface, the cup clearly repaired lovingly by someone. It's owner had practiced kintsugi, repairing the broken cup with gold. She was carrying it from down the hall, softly chittering to it and herself as she walked naked through the hallway.
 
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Hiroki slept soundly. The relief combined with wrapping his body around something came with it an unusual sleeping arrangement. He slept nearly ten hours, and even though Mirai went off on his own, his own light sleeper skill seemed subdued. The sun was up when he finally stirred, perhaps finally when Mirai returned from her forays into the other apartments. He moved his hand first, realizing something was off. It wasn't a dream, his head was constantly in survival mode and he wasn't one to question his actions. Being observant helped him live through the apocalypse. The light hit his eyes and a noise jittered him awake. He was surprised to find Marai was not next to him. "Marai?" He questioned rubbing his eyes.

Then he remembered what he did... His eyes going wide as felt up and down his naked body. He knew the symptoms. Joint pain. Sluggishness. Discoloration. Red eyes. Fever. He nearly exploded out of the bed into the bathroom. Sluggishness out... He turned on the lanterns and looked at himself in the mirror. He used a flashlight was he saw himself. A healthy shade of pink. Eyes were white if worried. He then began to scramble for his thermometer. The battery still worked thankfully. 36.9 C. Normal. The turn over from bite to zombie was roughly 3 to 5 days, with symptoms within 12 hours. It wasn't exactly out of the clear but it was enough to ease him slightly. He sighed, feeling like he dodged a bullet. The condom worked... or it could have been more. A new lease on life, he combed his hair, deodorant, brushed his teeth, even a quick shave. He felt like a new man.

Still one question. "Marai!?" He shouted. He was rolling a shirt over his lean body, a pair of sweat pants on his bottoms. He had a knife holster tucked along the band (Still have to take care just in case something else got in). He had gone to the living room and noticed the door wide open. This was a moment of another bit of worry... he had closed, locked the door. He does it reflexively. Yet, it was wide open... and there was a number of brick a brack in the door way. Hiroki moved closer. Most of the items were colorful, bright. The tie dye caught his eye, and the ornaments. They he handled the rest. The magazine was a little strange, he held it by an open flat, the naked model poising behind a chainlink fence, her breasts smooshed slightly against them as her lips pursed provocatively. "Not a bad idea." He said with an embarrassed grin.

A noise alerted Hiroki as he stepped out into the hall of their apartment. There was Marai, a teacup in her hands and naked as last night. He was relieved. It was her, collecting more things for herself. "There you are." He chuckled, going out to meet her, seeing the other doors opened. Marai apparently could figure out doors. Good for her. "Find more fun stuff huh?" He came to her, looking more closely at her treasure. "That's Ms. Yukana's apartment. She loved that porcelain stuff." He put his hand on Marai's head, petting her like the puppy she was. "Looks like I'll need to give you a shelf or a box." He hoped she wouldnt need a room for her junk.

He'd walk back with her into his apartment, again closing the door as she stepped in (reflex). He gathered up her things. "Cute dress you got yourself... and ears." He laughed as he looked closer and letting the bells tingle. He offered up a suggestion. "You really should wear clothes. It'll help protect you. Keep you warm... heh if that matters. It will eventually." Her things would be set on the coffee table, where they ate last night. He got her dress and held it out. "Yeah, and you can sleep in the shirt..." He could even tell it was massive XXL. He would attempt to bring the dress over her head, pulling it down her body, if she didn't fight him about it. "As sexy as you are. Being cute sometimes is nice." The sun dress really shined considering the lack of color in her skin and hair, making the flowers pop. Still it hung a little tighter on her chest, pushing up her cleavage, and the bottom barely went down her thigh. It almost looked like a night gown. He stroked his chin, a cheeky sly grin. "And now you're a bit of both. Wish you can see-" He didn't have a giant mirror other than the bathroom, and he didn't want to drag her in there. He suddenly remembered. "Wait. Wait right there." He held up a hand as he went back into his bedroom.

He came back with a cellphone... no data, no calls, but it was still for games and now, the camera. He used a solar charging block that he kept on a window sill for charge when he needed it. He held up the little black rectangle. He held it up. "Smile." There was a soft click. Her image appearing on the face as a preview. He held it out to her. "See? Adorable right?" Sure she wasn't posing or anything but it was her, looking brighter. "We should put that headband on too." He suggested as he pulled it from her pile.
 

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The sound of a familiar voice made her pause in her search through an apartment to the left. Like a puppy, she looked up from what she'd been playing with and had she a tail, it would have wagged. Picking her most recent find, she headed towards where Hiroki's voice had sounded. When he came to meet her, her face lit up. Much like a puppy, she excitedly showed him her treasure, wanting praise for her find. Hiroki seemed to understand and his hand fell to her hair, ruffling her hair. Gently she nipped at his hand as it withdrew, an affectionate little love bite. She hadn't understood the fears that he'd had with their activities the night before, not fully. While Marai seemed to know better than to break his skin, the finer details of what she was and how he might become like her seemed lost on her.

Guided back into the apartment, Hiroki closed the door behind them and Marai paused turning to look at the door. It was as if the info was being processed by her. Only time would tell if it was sinking in. Watching with anxious eyes as he gathered her treasures, she followed close behind him, as if to keep him from damaging any of her precious things. The bell he gently shook, a sweet tinkle leaving the bell made an odd gurgle come from her. Marai was laughing. Reaching out she tapped the bell and the sound of her giggle repeated. She liked the bell. Not really a surprise. The things were laid on the table and she pulled back, looking up at him, trusting. The words made about as much sense as normal. When he tried to dress her though, she didn't so much as fight, as try and touch him, cuddling, closing, trying to capture a hand and the like. The dress was a bit too small for her, Marai a touch too curvy and a little taller than it's previous owner. Looking down, she took in the ruffles about her thighs. Swaying in place, the fabric swished and she looked up at him excited. Wiggle, sway.. She pulled at his hand, trying to grab his attention.

Though he slipped from her. Normally, she might have pouted, but not even his distance took away from her swishy dress. The fabric was still soft and as it played along her thighs, tickling slightly, she giggled. With Hiroki back, she caught the hand not holding the phone and her face turned towards him. The image captured was of her looking at him adoringly, her half smile on her face. Looking at the image he showed her, Marai made the sound in her throat, like she was talking. When he held up the ears she tilted her head. If he tried, he could settle them on her head. Turning her head she would look at the image on the phone, the bells sounding... That was all that was needed before she was wiggling more, the bells and skirt acting together to bring the zombie girl pleasure. Hiroki would need to do something special to catch her attention again.
 
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As expected, Marai managed to turn his morning into something special. She looked good in the dress, if a little provocative, but he hardly cared about that. It meant she wouldn't be naked, not so much a distraction... though the way her chest squished together and the frilly dress barely covered her thigh. So maybe alot a distraction... but the important thing was that she liked it. Making her gurgling noises and then adding a new action to her repetoire. She wiggled her hips. It made him giggle. "Like that?" He said. "I like it too. Looks cute." He grinned as he put the phone down. He reached for the headband, and she let him put that on too, mostly cause he had to hug and hold her face as he slipped it on. Now she had a little jingling sound. "Oh yeah, really cute. Maybe not for our trips outside, but atleast I know it's you sneaking around." He tried to go for the phone again.

However, his first two pictues were kind of blurry, since she wouldn't stop moving. "Marai, can you sit still?" He immediately knew she wasn't going to listen halfway through the explanation. He watched her wiggle, her smile and her gurgles, and shaking her hips. He might cheat a little bit. "Oh yeah, if you're going to be cute, I'm just going to have to snuggle you." He went to her and put his hands on her hips... well, a little lower. He reached under her dress a bit and gave her cheek a firm squeeze. It was a bit perverted but she seemed to like his attention no matter the intent behind it. He assailed her neck with his lips, giving her peppering little kisses on any skin exposed at the top of her dress before reaching up to her jawline, even giving her a few lips as his other hand pulled her into the small of her back. Honestly under the circumstances, they looked like they were a playful young couple still in the roils of hormones. He pulled back for just a bit as he got to the side of her face. He nipped her ear and smiled eagerly. "Morning cutie."

Then he released her butt so he could get his phone back. He turned, his head still on her own as he held her hip. He held the phone out to get them as a selfie. "Cheese." Another click, and he now had another precious keep sake. He show her their picture, him smiling happily as he leaned against her, the cat ear almost resting on his head. He was content. A good start to a good day. "Thanks for that. It's the first of many I hope. Hiroki and Marai against the world.

With that settled, he took her hand as he told her. "Lets get some breakfast, and then I have some chores to do. I have to show you the roof. You'll love it. It's a bit cluttered but got to work it." Breakfast was the remainder of the beans, two eggs and a bit of packaged jerky all warmed up. It was easy enough to make that Marai could be in the kitchen with him, even be in his arms as he cooked over her shoulder. He'd make sure she'd eat, even feeding her himself like yesterday, and would help her drink water. Considering how her body reacted last night, he got concerned with her getting dehydrated. It would take a lot of coaxing, and if she was going to be difficult, he had a mix that turned the water into a blueberry lemonade. Still no guarantee but the sugar hopefully would help it go down.

With breakfast done, Hiroki would lead Marai outside into the hallway. He had a basket, gun, a weapon and a backpack of tools that he got yesterday. He then would lead her to the stairwell. "Watch your feet Marai. Maybe I should get you some shoes too." He'd lead her past his barricade, and then help her make the climb up. He could carry her again too. He was more then happy too now, though it was four flights of stairs. "If you want to go on more adventures, this is the way. I cleared the apartment out. It's all ours."
 

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Like most thing, Hiroki being close to her, touching her made Marai be a good little zombie girl for him. The eats, their jingle mad her happy. Another bight gurgle from her, her face tipped upwards. Her joy was pure, simple... Much like all of her emotions, there was nothing hidden from him. Not fickle moods she tried to hide. If she was scared, happy.. hungry.. even horny. The last he'd learned last night, as he'd touched her. It had awaken a new need in Marai.

"Marai, can you sit still?"

He knew the answer, getting her to be still would take an act of patience and cleverness from Hiroki. Cuddled into his arms, she felt his hand slip along her skin. That made her squirming slow for a moment. The feel of his hand along her ass, his lips against her neck had Marai stilling completely, blush slowly forming in her cheeks. Kisses trailed along her neck, chest, jawline and even her lips. She returned that kiss, the understanding there in her broken mind. She liked the affection, but that wasn't new... Hiroki had learned that early. The nip to her ear had a sound slipping from her and she nuzzled her cheek against his in an adoring fashion. This time she looked up at the phone, a shy look on her pretty face. Her head resting against his.

The picture was shown to her and a finger rose and she touched the screen curiously. She looked between him and it for a moment before burrowing her head against his chest, the tip of the cat ear brushing his cheek. There were things changing about her, slowly though. This sort of obvious shyness new. It had started the night before, as he'd touched her, she'd blushed.. but never had she shown this sort of reaction to anything.

Hand in hand she allowed him to lead her into the kitchen, listening as he laid out their plans for the day. Marai didn't understand of course, but she was just happy to be included, to be close to Hiroki. He was hers. Cuddled into him, his arms around her, she moved easily as he cooked for them. Had she been able to have proper thoughts, Marai might have wondered if her needy, clingy behavior was unappealing to him, or if he'd ever get bored of her desire to be close to him.

Breakfast had gone much like dinner had and she'd been fed by Hiroki. She ate what he gave her, drank when he offered it to her. This was harder, for she didn't quite understand.. There had been a slight issue the first time he held the cup to her lips. She'd taken a mouthful of water and tried to chew it, some of the liquid dripping down her chin. She'd liked the taste though and at one point she'd tried to steal the cup.. Marai it seemed liked sugar.

Fed, cleaned up a bit after their altercation with the cup, Hiroki led her to the hallway. For some of the way, she was able to walk, but the stairs scared her a little now and she soon found herself in Hiroki's arms. While curled there she nuzzled her nose behind his ear, her playful little nips and nuzzles affectionate. His words made little sense, but she gurgled at him happily. So far she'd behaved herself when it came to her touching, but Marai now knew about the pleasure Hiroki could bring. They'd founded the third flight of stairs when she nibbled at his ear, the rouch, almost human brush of her tongue along its edge.

She didn't understand now wasn't the time for such actions. One more lesson in the many she needed. Head butting him gently she whined softly.
 
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The behavioral changes were picked up, but honestly he wasn’t too surprised. If he recalled a normal relationship, they were dating, and they were lovers. One could probably be very open about their habits and feelings with the other, and all they had was each other to rely on. She could be as hyper, gurgly, or clingy as she needed. Its not like he was exactly pressed for time. Out beyond the fence though, where her more bitey brethren roamed, it would be more of a problem. He figured it was all part of the process. He wouldn’t need to head out until something broke... and he didn’t quite get what he needed last time. He had enough spare to fix the solar panel short, but it was diging uncomfortably into his supplies of wire. He might have to remove some from another part of the building instead. He’d take a look after his usual routine of monitoring his garden. He wondered if he could teach Marai to help out. Considering how erratic she acted, it would take a while. The chewing water not withstanding, but if wiping her mouth and a bit of wet on her dress was the worst they had today, it was going to be a great one. Her disposition to sugar helped. He might lace her drink with sugar. Would give her a bit of energy too, though she didn’t really need it. She spilled some when attempting to take it from him. That was a bit annoying, he didn’t have a monopoly on it. He had to wipe down his pants and around her collar of the dress after that. “I’ll give you a cup next time since you figured out drinking.”



The next proclivity he got was while craddling her in his arms as he climbed the stairs, his hand on her slender thigh and her shoulder, she was nuzzling into him. Her mouth and lips and nose going through his unkempt red hair. “Aren’t we affectionate today. I’ll make sure we have some time to enjoy. Should have enough charge to run the Blue Ray Play-“ It was the next landing that he felt her tongue and lips begin to slurp and tease his ear. Her normal rapid excitement was more... thorough. It made him giggle. “Hehe, Marai stop.” He said playfully. It was by the next landing that she was literally making him tingle. He had sensitive ears and it was nearly throwing him off. “Marai. Not on the stairs.” He couldn’t do much more than try to tear his head away from her, but considering he was holding her, it could be misinterpreted that he was nuzzling her right back into her affections. He bit his lip as she got a heady breath out of him, though that could be him climbing the stairs with excessive weight. “Oh I see, you got a t-taste and now youre- in – insatiable. Probably my fault.” He hurried up the last flight so he wouldnt slip by accident.



He pushed against the bar of the door to the roof.

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The rooftop was a verdant green of planters and pots. Hiroki had made a garden up here, the myriad of space open to allow rain and sunshine. There was also areas where big tarps were strung up to empty into watering cans, buckets, tubs, and anything to collect rain water. He even had a solar still for slowly cleaning water he picked up from dubious sources. Another part of the roof was dedicated to a crudely attached solar panels taken from numerous sources. The wires were haphazardly taped together, and running into a battery back and down the side of the building, presumably into their apartment. Finally, one part of the roof was a little chicken coup. A set of three white hens eating from a trough of dried nuts and cornmeal. The effort of a few years definitely showed. The exterior of the roof was closed off by a chainlink safety fence, something that was here when the building was built. Most spectacularly of all, the view. They were nine stories up in an area where the buildings didn’t get much taller. They could see practically in every direction. Sadly there wasn’t much to see other than a wrecked, rotting, overrun city. Still, strangely peaceful in its own way.


Hiroki showed off his work. “There we go. Food for days Marai.” He finally got to rest his arms by setting her down. The roof was a canvas material and not too bad on her feet, if a little warm from the dawning sun though a refreshing breeze flowed through. He had his back pack and would pull her by the hand, giving her ample opportunity to cuddle his arm should she desire it. He kind of hoped the sights were enough to distract her from her cares... kind of... atleast until he could get done. “Every morning I come here to see if the plants are growing. Harvest them. Weed. Feed the chickens. Collect the eggs. Bring the water down to the apartment. Check the battery. It takes a lot to survive these days” He went to a planter of cucumbers, taking one in his hand. “Maybe a few more days with these ones.” Then to a lattice of tomatos. The bulbous fruit just starting to turn. “Looks a little dry.” He said. “See, maybe you can help me one day. For now you can just watch. And don’t try to distract me. Work first, then we’ll have some fun.”

Hiroki would have to watch her just in case. Either she went off to start touching stuff, or he’d still be the center of her current attentions. If that were the case- and the thought came just at the moment that a breeze would blow, causing her thin dress to rise up a little, just barely showing her nethers off- Well, who was going to complain if they made some noise up there?
 

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Much like a puppy might, she noticed signs from Hiroki when she did something he didn't like. He was never mean to her, nor did he chastise her. When she dribbled the drink or spilled it on them both as she tried to steal the cup, there had been annoyance, but no anger and her response had been as sweet as the drink, nuzzling against him softly. It was sort of like an apology, though the finer points of human interaction were lost on her. She didn't know his concerns going back out where her kind were.. had she, she couldn't have told him how she'd react. Her desire to be close to him, might be a problem.. or perhaps like with the horde, she'd understand on some level. There might be a question as to the depth of her feelings, but in her eyes, Hiroki was hers. Was it love? Unknown.. but she would protect him if she could.

Affectionate was an understatement. Marai couldn't seem to understand the idea of personal space, or why he'd want it. More than enjoyment, she needed to be close to him. His giggle made her think he liked what she'd done. The concept was not fully realized, but she'd liked the sound. Nibbling along the edge of his ear gently, happily even. When he nuzzled himself back against her she made a purr of sound, a happy gurgle. She turned her head, more than willing to keep earning herself the affection, the giggles.. the heated sound as his breath came faster. Hiroki wasn't wrong, though this wasn't just about the sex, though Marai had liked that very much. It was the closeness, the affection.. the feeling of not being alone. Much like he'd kept her around because she made him feel less lonely, she found herself much in the same boat.

All nibbling though was put on hold when the door opened and sunlight hit them. Stilling in his arms, she laid her head to his, a sound, perhaps a gasp, leaving her. The haphazard nature was lost on her, it was a wash of colors and it resonated with her. Set on her feet, she stayed close to him. The breeze blew across her and she sighed, happily. Hand pulled on by Hiroki, she followed him, snuggled close as he showed her around. She bent as he showed her the tomatoes, peering at the bright red. Carefully, as if on some level she understood, she gently poked it. This red wasn't as scary as the red she was used to and she looked up at him, with a sweet smile on her face. His voice made her head tilt. Straightening, she wandered near him, fingers brushing over leaves. Much like the flower she'd found, Marai was gentle with the plants. Tender as her fingers brushed their leaves.

The breeze tugged at the hem of her skirt, lifting it, as she bent to look at the chickens. A soft sound left her, almost a growl. She didn't try to attack them though, she just watched them. Marai was very much a broken doll of a human, but she seemed to just get some things. Like protecting him, not biting him.. not killing his chickens. They seemed to make sense to her on some sort of primal level. After a few more minutes she walked back towards him. Arms slid around his waist, her breasts pressed to his back, her head pressed between his shoulder blades. A nuzzle of her cheek against his shirt. Shifting slightly she watched as he watered the tomatoes. Her nose wrinkled with distaste. She still didn't like water.

Marai released him after a few moments, tipping her face skywards. The sun felt warm on her face, her feet also warm from walking on the tarp. Her eyes closed and she basked in the warmth. It felt nice.. As if an idea popped into her head, she moved back to him, gently trying to pry the watering can from his hands. It was placed down and she pulled him back to where she'd been standing. She laid down, tugging on his hand, trying to get him to lay with her. Along the tarp, her skirt rode up, much shorter than it had been standing. Looking up at him, she whimpered, the request clear. Lay with me. Under the sun, she almost looked human. Her now clean white hair reflecting the light, her skin looking pale rather than off colored. Another tug on his hand, an almost hopeful look on her face. She wanted to share this simple pleasure with him.
 
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In some small way, his little garden seemed a success with her. She poked the tomatos, made her happy sounds that he was beginning to pick up on. A rudimentary language that he was beginning to grasp. A fun little discovery. “Any day now. Then we get pasta. You’ll love it, it’s Italian. Shame we don’t have alot of cheese. And you’ll make a mess probably, but worth it.” Pasta kept almost permanently, so he had a ton of it. And the herbs. He could make olive oil but it wasnt the same as tomato sause. He was surprised she didn’t take it either. She seemed to understand plants. Flowers and leaves. It was those rare moments of understanding that gave him hope, pride even.

When she found the chicken cope, he was going to assume she would be distracted by them. Either it was something funny to look at, or it was something to try to eat. Thank goodness for the chicken wire. He would get the watering can and some gloves before looking back, Marai’s bare rear in his direction. He chuckled, appreciating the little unintentional show she gave him. Eventually she’d learn the importance of pants and underwear but for now he was let relieve his isolated repression. Last night did alot to push aside any misgivings of propriety. She liked it and that’s all that seemed to matter to him. She wasn’t lunging at the chickens, so that gave him a minute or two to get the can filled and start pulling a weed, snipping a dead leaf hear and there, and even pick up two or three grown cucumbers.

He was watering when she decided she was sick of chickens and ran back to him. The sudden softness startling him a bit but he put a hand on her own. “MMm... Its nice to finally do this with someone. Usually I just talk to the chickens. Hope you liked them. I’ll introduce you when I’m done. Want to play-“ She released him suddenly and she looked skyward.

He shrugged, she must have enjoyed the breeze or the sun, and then just as he finished the row she was at his hands again. “Okay okay.” He put it down without spilling it. It seemed urgent that she follow her. Then she laid down, keeping his hand, tugging. He gave her a surprised look, even noticing how her feminine features peaked from her attire. A whimper and then figured it out. “Okay. I’m lying-“ With rustle of the fabric he laid on his back. “Okay I’m down. Now what?” He asked her before turning his head to the sky and closing the inches between them, so that they were arm in arm.

Honestly the day was... probably perfect. Cool enough for a long sleeve from the breeze but not so much to be chilly. The sky was clear, the air fresh. The world heals a bit after two years of no humans. There were even fluffy clouds that would occasionally block out the sun for a few seconds before shining down. He smiled. “You wanted to show me this?” His hand slips through her fingers as he holds her hand tightly. “It’s beautiful Marai. I love it.” He chuckles as he points with his other hand. “That cloud kind of looks like a dog... or a giraffe... or a weasel.” He squinted a bit as his hand recoils.

He let a moment pass between them. A few minutes of just feeling her form next to him, and watching the sky. If she wanted to, he’d even put an arm around her, let her rest an arm on his chest while he cradled over her shoulder.

He would talk lightly. “You know. Outside of town. There used to be like, this little town and it had a big farm. Its where I got some of the seeds actually. But the fields, they grew crazy. Green everywhere. And there’s this meadow where they planted flowers. It used to be tulips, but last spring, there were dozens of types and colors growing. This big wide hill of em.” He turned his attention away from the sky to her. A soft serene smile as he looked through her bright hair, her vibrant face. “I should take you one day. More flowers than you’ll know what to do with.” He use his other hand to gently pet her face. A bit of a distraction since he could perfectly see the cleavage of her chest in her small attire. “What do you think. A little date outside?”

Cute if risky idea.
 

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She would make a mess, the finer motor skills lost on Marai.. But she'd enjoy it even if it might mean a bath. Lucky for them both she didn't understand the implications of making a mess and what pasta would likely bring to them both. She'd not understood the show she'd given him, the innocence of the actions lost on her as she'd looked at the chickens. Two urges warred within her as she gazed at them. One to eat them... While Hiroki wasn't in danger from her, live food much smaller than herself and far less important to her would have normally been fair game. It was Hiroki that stopped her. Much like she knew not to pick the tomato, no matter how pretty it was, the chickens were protected. In her mind, this made them off limits. A shame.. the other desire to cuddle the feathery friends.

They only held her attention so long, before she came to him. Hand in his she'd been watching him until she wasn't anymore, distracted by the beauty of the day. It took her a little to make him understand what she wanted. The fabric of her dress had become a touch tighter, trapped beneath her body, it showed more of her supple form. The swell of her breasts even more prevalent, the hem of her skirt higher than it should be. She heard him speak, rather her eyes on him, once he'd laid down Maria had gone back to looking heavenwards. His hand found her own and she made a sound, almost a purr of happiness at the touch. His hand rose into the sky as he pointed out a cloud to her. her eyes followed the extended digit and she tilted her head closer to his, watching the cloud move lazily across the sky even as his hand withdrew.

When he shifted, his arm slipping under her head, she curled into him slightly. The hem of her dress exposing most of a pale thigh as she cuddled into him. As Hiroki spoke, her eyes closed. The heat of the sun and the warmth of his body soothing to her. The rumble of his voice was comforting. He shifted and her eyes slowly opened, their faces close together. The touch of his fingers made her eyes close again, for a moment. The offer, the date, would have made human Marai melt. She'd have loved it. Even the zombie girl would have loved it. The flowers were a large draw to her. The bright colors, soft petals... all of it seemed to trigger something within her, a throw back to who she once had been.

Shifting some, she moved to straddle him. The sun haloed her white hair, making Marai seem to almost glow. She'd placed herself directly over his hips. Looking down at him, her hand moved to his face, fingers brushing against his face much like his own had just done to her own. She wasn't trying to be frisky, but the effect was likely the same. Her skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, The weight of her body, resting on top of him. Fingers brushed against his lips and she bent, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was chaste and she straightened just as quickly as it had happened. Her mind seemed to be trying to put something together. Both leaning down towards him and back up her breasts pressed against the fabric, straining. Her eyes rose back to the sky, one hand resting gently on his chest. Squirming a little she moved her head to follow a bird as it crossed the bright blue.
 
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Apparently his idea, taking her away from the city out into the country was met with approval. She squirmed a little bit before her leg went over him, giving him another view as her tiny dress rode up. He reflexively touched her hips to steady her before he let his arm go slack. For a moment he became speechless. Her bright hair against a clear cerulean sky. That kind of dreamy haze in her eyes which spoke of affections. It was like nothing was wrong with the world. A boy and girl can crush on each other. They can look at the sky on a rooftop together. Plan little dates and dreams. For the first time, things just felt… normal. So many thoughts and stupid dramas flooding back into memory. It was heaven.

Cradling his face, she was his entire world. He tried to just keep his eyes entranced on that sweet face but her motions showed him such allure. Her weight and those supple thighs cradling his lap. Her lips just over his member, exposed without care or hesitation. Then she bent over, showing how her too tight dress pushed up her cleavage, giving him an eye full of the luscious peaks. He tried to behave himself, but there was a fine line between attraction and lust. He could hardly be blamed for her to get his blood pumping, her seat hardening into a bump against his pants.

Then her face was in his face. Something soft brushed his lips. A kiss. He was surprised to find he didn’t tense or flinch at the sudden contact. The risk of fluid. It was the bites Saliva and blood having the infection. She chewed on him repeatedly but a kiss was different. An open sore. Touching his throat. He doubted something so gentle did any harm. But it did. He wanted more. He wanted that connection. Maybe even more then making love to her. It represented something so sweet an innocent. The mind reeled, allowing her to pull away, to shift and look back to the sky, a bird sailing over it.

He risked sleeping with her for gods sake and he woke up fine. Maybe she wasn’t infectious anymore. But if he was wrong, that was it. How many risks did he take the last 24 hours? What was one more?

He shifted under her, pulling himself up by his arms as he bended at the waist. His chest went to hers, as his hands went around her. He waited for her to look back at him. He hesitated for just a moment, mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded, his breath tickling her chin her lip. He closed his eyes, whispering a prayer in his mind as he pressed his lips to hers. She was cooler yes, but they were still pillowy. Soft. He felt the tingle of touch spread over his face and with that he melted. He knew in that moment that he wasn’t going to leave her. Virus be damned. He pulled back, though didn’t spare an inch of distance. “I love you Marai.” It would have been considered quick, but the end of the world meant you lived for the moment.

He kissed her again, a bit deeper, a bit more passionately. His head even tilting to do so. He didn’t have the courage to open his mouth, but he knew quickly as warmth and heat radiated through that he would forget that reluctance. His hands rubbed up and down her back, her tight dress sometimes bunching in his hands as he went from shoulder down to the small of her back and the swell of her ass. Sometimes he touched and caressed bare skin, and sometimes he exposed more. His hand on her shoulder, his fingers hooking under the strap and pulling it to drape down her shoulder. He’d take her hand to guide her to that she’d be free of the loop, letting the tight dress to drape down just a little. His hips began to squirm, perhaps intentionally wanting to grind his crotch agonizingly against hers.
 
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