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Left for the Dead(sjdude/Catacylsm)

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Jacob Marlowe panted, trying to catch his breath. Damn, it was getting close. They were getting close. He shouldered his gun, knowing his respite was at an end. He hadn't slept in to days, and it was starting to show on him. He was tired, exhausted really. Jacob started to move, his steps slow, quiet, practiced. He'd had a lot of practice in being careful in the past few days.

It had all started four days ago, with the plague. All the women in the city had turned into...things. Echoes, mutilations of their former selves. He couldn't believe it, honestly, but he had to, he supposed. He'd killed enough of the zombies in the past few days, and now more were coming for him. Most of the men were gone now, he one of the few survivors. He had been trying to find a way out of the city, but he hadn't found any working communication devices, anything that could connect him to the outside.

He'd have to find something, he told himself. Find something or someone, some way to better his chances of escaping the tide of the zombies. He'd lost himself in thought, and paid for it when his boot crushed a glass bottle, sending the sound of shattering glass through the air. Oh, shit.
 
The women of the city had died almost all at once, and amidst the weeping of brothers, fathers, boyfriends, and spouses, they rose again. The men fled in droves, unknowingly carrying the diseases with them. The infection had started a week ago, and it was spreading rapidly across the face of the earth. Men everywhere were slaying their twice living wives and daughters. The rising had created panic everywhere, and the monsters were either captured by scientists, or killed outright by terrified males. The infection seemed to do different things to different women. Some of them began to really live out zombie legend, and fed on the flesh of the living.

Others seemed to have different methods. One group of zombies subsisted simply on cum, and captured men to drain it from. Certain males had broken free from them, as they became rather docile when they were satisfied. But the few survivors who had been lucky enough to be caught by this group did describe them as terrifying and voracious when attacking, just like the normal zombies. There were rumors coming in from all over the country. Certain groups of zombies weren't aggressive at all, and simply seemed to be dead people. They ate normal food, they acted almost natural, they just seemed to have lost all of their memories, of really everything but basic motor skills.

When Jacob shattered the bottle beneath his foot he heard the usual sounds of a riled up horde. The sudden shuffling and the sound of approaching running. Soon, the creatures appeared all around him, chasing the man down. They had the same terrible look on their faces that the flesh eating ghouls did. They looked almost angry, but there was also a very dull, blank look in their faces. They approached quickly, and chased after him when he ran.
 
Jacob looked behind him, seeing the first wave of zombies. He ran, ran like hell down the alley and into the next street. He turned the corner to the sidewalk quickly, firing off a succession of shells from his shotgun. He didn't look to see if he hit anything, simply keeping off at the run. He just needed to slow them down long enough for him to get away. Every second was another moment that decided whether he lived or died-or worse.

He climbed over a pile of wreckage, stumbling down. He stuck the landing, one of his palms hitting the pavement and scraping it. Jacob cursed, trying to block out the pain that lanced in his hand. He simply got back, running.

But that had cost him precious time. He looked back, saw more of the reborn. Looking back, however, cost him the luxury of being able to see his feet. He regretted that. Jacob tripped over a loose sidewalk square. He fell to the ground, landing on his shoulder. He grunted in pain, then rolled onto his back. The zombies were moving, so fast, towards him. He lifted his shotgun, firing off randomly into the horde.
 
They were an unstoppable force, or they seemed so at first. By the time he finally went down, he had whittled their numbers down to around six. They swooped down upon him. One grabbed his shotgun and pushed it away, regardless of the fact that it was out of shells. They grabbed him and hoisted him to his feet. A larger female approached and she grabbed his sides, holding him and leaning into his neck. He expected to feel her sharp, broken teeth at any second, but he felt something that was at once relieving and all the more confusing. The zombie's tongue slid over the sweaty skin of his neck.

The creature pulled away from him and walked off, seeming almost pleased. The others dragged him along, pushing him when he wouldn't walk, and carrying him when it came to it. They carried him along for a long while, dragging him back to a large house. It was mostly wrecked, and in proper creepy-house fashion, it had a few corpses, though none of them seem to have been bitten or anything.

The zombies dragged their captive upstairs, to a large room. It was once a bedroom, and the zombie invasion hadn't really done too much to it. For a zombie hide-out, this place didn't look to bad at all. The bed was a bit dirty looking, but was in decent condition still. The zombies hurled him onto it, and left the man in the room, alone with the large female zombie. They shut the doors, displaying an enormous amount of intelligence for their kind.
 
Jacob felt the zombies pile onto him. They grabbed his gun, tossed it away. This was it. He was done for, about to become a meal for the undead. They held him down, and he found himself reasoning that they were smarter than the average zombie. He felt the coldness of a zombie approach him, and he felt it on his neck. Jacob squirmed, then felt a sinking his feeling. But it wasn't a bite he got. She licked him.

And it sent a wave of heat through his body, making his skin crawl and goosebumps appear on the flesh. He didn't recall much after that, only being hurriedly dragged through the streets of the city. He reached a house, an old dreadful looking place. Jacob felt himself be pulled up stairs, his knees catching one or two of the steps, before being tossed on a bed. Sense returned to his body as he saw the same large female that had licked him earlier. "Oh, no..." He whispered.
 
The zombie didn't rush him, it just stared for a minute. He seemed to recognize what was going on, and he didn't look happy about it. But, that was life. She approached. The zombie was obviously a lovely woman in life, tall, statuesque. Death hadn't been kind, but there were worse ones out there. Her skin had turned greyish like most of them, and she wore the tatters of a yellow sundress. She had large, full breasts, with darker grey nipples, and long legs.

Her hair was likely blonde in life, but in death it had faded to a very pale yellow. Almost white sort of color. She seemed to have a few wounds, like most of the beasts, but hers were lesser than most. The newest one seemed to be a small hole on her right arm where she caught of the pellets from his shotgun blasts. The zombie approached and crawled onto the bed.

She grabbed his ankle to keep him from running, and she tugged him closer, with inhuman strength. She was close to him now. He could really examine her. She leaned down, their faces close. Her hand rested on his chest and she rubbed it gently, her dead, blue eyes staring down into his.
 
As the zombie stared at him, Jacob just stared back. The zombie would have been beautiful, were it not for the undead flaws. He tensed as he noted every inch of her-and despite himself, felt his blood start to pump through his body, like a bass drum hitting through him. He could hear the blood rushing through him. Jacob watched as the zombie moved to the edge of the bed.

She grabbed him, and Jacob protested with a quiet groan. He was too dzed to make any vocal protest-not that anyone could understand him or even care. She moved onto him, and he noted how her cold body still felt good against him. Her skin felt odd, cold yet rouh. It was somehow enticing.

Her hand touched his body, and that alone sent blood to his groin. He didn't know what it was, whether it was those empty blue eyes, her once-perfect body, or just the contact. Or even the feel of a woman's body, even a dead one. Whatever it was, his cock started to grow in his pants.
 
The female stared at him for a while before sitting back, straddling his chest and staring down at him. She could hear the blood pumping in his veins. It was increasing in speed. That was a good sign for her. She shifted herself forward and slowly lifted up her dress, managing to remove it without destroying it. He could see her breasts, and more importantly, her grey pussy. It seemed undamaged, and she shifted forwards again, bringing it closer to his face. Unlike if a human woman was doing this, if he really didn't want it, he could push her away, or even hit her. But the zombie would feel no pain, and had him pinned well. She got quite close, and he had a close view of her hairless cunt.

She shifted forward, pressing her pussy to his mouth. She applied her weight to his face slowly, increasing it whenever he didn't lick at it. He could smell that she was growing aroused, just like a normal woman, and though this particular act seemed almost torturous, it served it's purpose in the end.
 
Jacob could hardly believe this, he thought as the zombie removed the dress. The zombie moved up and pressed her pussy against his face. Out of pure self-preservation, he licked. He devoured as much of the pussy juices that flowed from her, feeling her press on his face when he wasn't licking hard enough. He felt disgusted with himself, with the depraved act of licking the pussy of a dead woman. But the juices did taste good, however. He would admit that much. Sweet and rich, he could only eat more and more-and experience the results.

His body grew warmer with pleasure and the desire to please the zombie filled his body more. His cock continued to rise, even in a semi-hard state very impressive. Jacob's hands, once clawing and pushing at the hips of the zombie, faltered and clenched into her thighs. He was losing the batle, and he didn't want to admit it.
 
Each lick brought pressure off of his face, until he was licking at her cunt with almost no pressure on him. Her juices flowed to him, providing both a lubricant for their approaching mating, and as a very powerful aphrodisiac. The juices tasted sweet and worked a powerful spell on his mind. He wouldn't just want to fuck the pussies of the undead women. He would need to. Their broken bodies wouldn't seem gross, they would become more and more beautiful. It was an excellent survival tool for the beasts, as it would ensure their supply of cum.

The zombie let him drink from her for a while, and she began to let out soft growling noises.. They were higher pitched than a growl though. They sounded almost like a bestial moan. Perhaps the zombie could feel the pleasure from this debauched act.
 
Jacob continued to lick, enjoying the sweet juices now. He felt them pour onto his face, taste even sweeter and richer than before. He started to wonder why this was so bad. After all, if all they wanted was sex, he would be more than glad to give it to them. His hands grabbed at the zombie's ass cheeks, pulling her against his face so his tongue could drive deeper into her folds. His tongue swirled in her depths, seeking to find the spots he knew were in a woman.

He heard the moans, and that only encouraged him further. One hand squeezed the cheek of the zombie's ass, while the other moved to find the clit. He rubbed it furiously, eager to please the undead woman.
 
The undead woman let out her growls and soft moans as the man ate her out. It felt so good. He was falling to the primal urge to fuck her, just as all the rest who drank the sweet liquids did. He found her little erect clit and rubbed it and the creature stiffened, and let out a louder cry, cumming. She released a splash of her liquids onto his face and into his mouth, giving him all he could want of her juices, making sure that he would want to lay into her right after this to sate the burning need for her undead pussy.

After she came she pulled herself from his face and slid off him, laying down over the bed, her juicy pussy on display, ready to recieve his cock, and then hopefully the hot juices inside of it.
 
With great eagerness, Zach lapped up every little bit of her juices. Her orgasm only allowed more to fall out, and he licked up all of the cum as it came out. It excited him more, and by the time she moved off of him, he needed her. He needed to fuck this zombie, badly. Zach rose to his knees, stroking his cock to full attention. It stood proudly at a full eleven inches, a veritable monster.

He moved forward, going onto all fours above the zombie. He grabbed her hips, then thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He groaned, feeling the greatest sensation as he speared her. He didn't hold back at all and proceeded to fuck her, his cock slamming into her pussy.
 
The zombie's juices started a full rut in a human. They HAD to fuck a zombie. If they didn't they would suffer a withdrawl and horrible headache, almost like some kind of drug. The zombie laid back, her legs splayed for him. He leaned in and thrust up into her hard, impaling her body. She let out a gasp and a hiss, and thrust her hips back at him. She let out her moans and let him really lay into her. She was doing this out of hunger. She needed his cum to fill her womb. Or really any part of her body. So long as his cum got into her, it would please her. The creature held his strong shoulders as he held himself up over her.
 
Jacob let out a low growl. The undead hordes, it seemed, had tight pussies. One of his hands moved off the zombie's hip and took one of her breasts in hand. He squezed the flesh, fondling it. He rolled the dark grey nipple between two fingers expertly as he kept a totally different pace down at their hips. He rammed his hips into her, driving his cock into her pussy again and again. It was sheer ecstasy, like nothing he had ever felt before. And it was glorious.
 
The zombie let out a dark moan as he slid so deep inside of her pussy. Her body had cooled, but she was wet and tight still His hot cock felt incredible inside of her body. He held her hip and reached down to grab her breast, thrusting deep into her and fondling her at the same time. She reached up and held his shoulders, her dead eyes boring holes into his own, begging him to go harder. She couldn't be hurt, no matter how hard he fucked her. She was the perfect sex partner.
 
Jacob continued to rock his hips into her, his movements growing faster and harder. His eyes caught hers, seeing the silent urging. He obliged her, fucking her even harder. He'd had to be careful with previous girlfriends. But now he could take this woman without any inhibitions, and he loved it. Jacob grabbed her ass, squeezing the muscles there as he shoved his member deeper into her.
 
The zombie moaned for him, wanting more of his member. She wanted him to fuck her silly. To be as rough and mean as he wanted, so that he could supply her with the cum she so desperately needed. He squeezed her rear, and she pushed back against him, her pussy clamping down, squeezing him tight. She was so slick and needy. She moaned out to him, begging for his cum. She wanted it deep inside of her body.
 
Jacob rocked his head back, groaning. "Oh, fuck. So tight." He knew that she couldn't understand him, but it made him feel better as he drove into her. His body grew hotter from pleasure, and his mind grew even more clouded. He moved his hand on her breast down to her ass, using it to fuck her hard. He felt his orgasm approach quickly, and he had barely any time to react before his cock exploded with cum. He had never cum this hard ever before, and as jet and jet of hot sperm flowed out of his cock, Jacob could only marvel at how amazing this felt.
 
The zombie felt her own orgasm building. It was much more satisfying for the creature to come while receiving her only energy source. The man thrust harder and faster into her, finally cumming into the creature. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as she came, and for a moment, it sounded just like a real woman might. The cum flowed into her pussy, and womb and filled her with warmth and energy. She laid back, going limp and becoming docile now that she had her cum. Her kind was only agitated when it was hungry for cum.
 
Jacob pulled his member out of the zombie's cunt, its length glistening with juices. He panted, unable to believe that his member was still hard. He wanted more of the delicious body, though he knew that he had to get out. Any longer and he would be stuck with these zombies for worse. He moved slowly, moving away from the grey-skinned demon in front of him.
 
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