Dead Heart: DigitalSiren X Pox

[Bunny]

Beneath her, Hiroki shifted. She could feel the difference in his body, as he pushed himself to sit. It was not enough to draw her attention back, not quite yet. It was until the bird vanished from view that Marai turned to look at him once more. The kiss had been innocent, sweet and something she'd only done once before. Had she been human, she'd have been blushing, shy. As a zombie, she seemed to remember the action from somewhere, seemed to have a faint recollection of what that kiss was supposed to mean; all the while somehow aware of how she could scare him with such actions. Marai always seemed to move slower, giving him a chance to stop her. If she was still contagious, Hiroki was a willing participant in falling down that rabbit hole.

The warmth of his chest pressed against hers, the feel of his arms slipping around her waist. Turning back to him, Marai gurgled softly, a sweet greeting from the zombie girl. The curl of his breath against her skin made her seem to relax some. Marai was a sucker for his closeness, the touch of his body against hers and the general closeness. For a moment, Marai stiffened as his mouth pressed to hers and then she melted. Arms slipped around him and she pressed herself against him. For a moment, it was almost as if she was human, the way she leaned into him, softened against him and returned his kiss. Hiroki pulled back slightly, whispering his love for her against her lips. The words lost on her, naturally. Alive, she'd have likely blushed brightly, offering the sweet words back to him. It was soon, but with the state of the world? Understandable. Two people finding each other at the end of the world was a miracle.

The press of his mouth to hers again drew her eyes closed and she kissed him back. While their mouths didn't open, the passion between the pair was clear. Marai, if nothing else, was very good at mimicking his actions and reciprocating. Strong hands slid along her back, along her arms. She shortness of her dress made all the worse as the fabric bunched in his hands. Her pert little rear soon warming under the summer sun. When Hiroki wanted top extract her arm, she moved with him, like she always did, more or less helping him obtain his goal. The top of her dress clung to the softness of her breasts, but his movements and her own slowly inched it further and further down until the swell of her breasts and her hardening nipples was the only part holding her dress up sill.

Marai may not have understood the reasoning for the grinding, but she found pleasure in it. Hiroki would find her hips pressing back against his own, an eagerness at the little sparks of pleasure it created. A soft, sweet sound leaving Marai her arousal spiking slowly. Hands slipped along his back, curling in the softness of his shirt. The summer's heat melted into their bones, a soft breeze curling around the couple in their embrace. Alone in the world, with his garden around them. Slowly she pulled back, lips fuller, rosier than they had been just before, her lashes lowered and her breath coming faster. The movement bared her breast, her dress falling along her side, only the other strap holding it up still.

 

[Dr. Pox]

He cursed his arousals'. His horniness. The need for touch and release. Had she been alive... well things would have been different. So starved for touch. Taste and sensation. He was immediately stripping her. Grinding himself on her. His head wanted to apologize. She was more then this. His body however wouldn't stop him now. He could already feel his heart pounding, his cock aching against his pants that tried to reach that sweet cunt riding him and wettening from the motion. He could only tell himself that she wanted this. Starved for touch as he was. He wondered if that kiss would be his last. It was sweet, even with her body being chilled as it was. She matched him, and it was the touching that warmed him, feeling that tingle. He looked at her face a moment, her lips, as sweet little sounds gurgled from her throat. He closed the distance again.

He trusted her, he took her open mouth and kissed deeply. It matched the rest of her, a dull chill that warmed with his touch, saliva spreading into her own mouth as he lapped against her tongue, encouraging her to match his. That feeling of a loving kiss. He reached up her baring back to grab her hair, taking fist fulls of it as he held her head to him making it tilt opposite his so he could fully open his mouth. A moan uttered from him as he savored her. His other hand stroked her shoulder, her arm, and then reaching to her chest. He moved his hand against the exposed on, feeling the perky breast mold in his hand. Her skin was getting so warm under the sun. Or maybe that was him, spreading to her.

A wind picked up over them, a cooling contrast to the warm sun. For a moment they stayed that way, his body sitting up to hold and caress her. He felt his wits slip away. Head getting heavy with desire. He wanted more. That sensation from last night. Right here on the roof. Their little private Eden. He had to pull back a little, heavy steaming breath on her. He went for his pants, button, zipper, his erection immediately shot out and settled directly against her pearl, her lips seemingly to cradle it as she continued to buck.

A single moment of self preservation grabbed her hips. "Wait Marai." If she went too far, he could go right into her. She was so slick and wet it would be easy. He tried to get under him, the condoms in his back pocket... The jostling of his hips though were too risky, on him like that. He bit his lip. "Sorry Marai. Just have to-" He pushed her back a little to scoot out from under her. He needed to get up to get to them, his cock more or less pointing directly in front of her face. He finally found it, and tore the wrapper....

That's when he saw her, squatting, following him, her ass sticking out from under that sun dress, her heaving breast and dress hanging from one strap. Fuck she was gorgeous. It made him, eager, devilish. He wanted her badly as he rushed to put on the condom. He reached and pulled her up to her feet. He man handed her a little, one hand squeezing her exposed breast while the other went immediately for her pearl and wetness, reaching through the crevice to find the opening, greedy fingers wanted to indulge in all her wet glory. His mouth and tongue went to her shoulder and neck and he began to slurp. All the while pushing her towards the fence that surrounded the roof. He wanted to take her, take her hard, and perhaps freely for the world to see. His cock pressed against her ass as he put his weight against her, both of them staggering forward as he found her entrance and began scraping her insides with a wriggling digit.

When getting to the fence, he'd set her hands on the fence to hold her up, bending her over, throwing her dress to her lower back and grabbing himself to position it over her rosey lips. It found purchase... head entering her in a thrust that left him gasping. He was going to take her from behind, standing. Their garden, Their city, their world. In a moment they could do anything. They could both scream in ecstacy up on the rooftop.