The Whims of the Horde (QueenChaos & Mountain Zaki)

[Discordia]

Bethany panted as she squirmed in the bed, the sheets flung from her body and the curtains wide open, allowing the warm sunlight to cover her naked body. She gasped and groaned in frustration as she bucked her hips, her hands between her legs. One hand held the thick dildo that she slid in and out of her wet pussy, while the other rubbed her clit. She lifted her hips slightly as she slide all nine inches of the dildo inside her. Over and over. She groaned again in frustration as she was unable to bring herself to climax. She pulled the sex toy from her and in frustration she hurled it across the room. It had been two weeks since she last had sex and received an orgasm. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, before dressing. She pulled her short shorts up her long legs and the grabbed a black bra and a cropped short, pulling them on and tying the shirt across her breasts. Following that was her combat boots and her gloves. Fully dressed, the young woman moved to the window, looking to see what the new day had in store.

Bethany looked out the third floor window at the weather. It was a cloudless and warm, sunny day. The bright blue sky overhead was a beautiful sight. Especially if one could ignore the undead roaming the streets below. There was no chance of that though, not with the way that they groaned and snarled. Bethany's gaze lowered from the sky to the streets, packed as they were with the undead and she just watched them for a minute. She didn't hate them anymore, now she just saw them as a fact of life. Once upon a time though, when they first appeared so many years ago she was filled with hatred for them, for the way they had torn her family apart and then after a year of surviving with her boyfriend, her hatred was renewed when they sunk their teeth into him. but another two years of surviving had hardened her, especially when surviving often included selling her body to whoever could keep her safe. Not that the zombies would kill her though.She shuddered as she thought about everything she'd seen these past three years. All the men she'd know were eventually torn apart, but the women, they suffered a much worse fate. She'd seen it over and over, a poor young woman like her caught in the streets or an alley, raped by the zombies, who seemed to be very well endowed in undeath. Being raped by one zombie would be bad enough, but zombies very rarely travel alone so most unlucky women were subjected to the ravishings of a whole horde, before being dragged away and never seen again.

Thoughts of sex started to get Bethany worked up again, not that it took much these days. She moves away from the window into the middle of the office turned bedroom. She tries to push the lustful thoughts from her mind but they keep persisting, reminding her of her previous companion. He turned just over a week ago, and was currently outside in an alley that was blocked off at both ends. It can't hurt to just... go have a look, right? No sooner had the thought left her head was she leaving her bedroom, making sure to pick up the shotgun that was leaning next to the door.

Outside her room the rest of the floor was filled with cubicle offices and zombies. Each zombie was chained up in a strategic place, making getting passed them difficult. But seeing as she placed them, she knew the safe path and crossed the floor, easily avoiding the creatures until she reached the stairs. She went down two floors, going quicker that someone who only wanted to 'look'. On the ground floor she approached the fire exit in the side of the building and peeked out. Her former companion was stood there mindlessly with nowhere to go. From where she was she could see the bulge in his pants, bigger than it was before. Her heart was pounding and her throat was dry with anticipation as she leaned her shotgun against the wall and slipped out of the door. She stood in the middle of the alley and called out to the zombie.
"Hey!"

 

[Mountain Zaki]

The zombie of her previous 'protector' had been mindlessly standing in the same spot ever since he turned with no where to go. Still, Bethany didn't even need to call out to him before he turned around. He smelled the arousal on her body; her wetness and pent up frustration from being unable to get off since he turned. His massive cock throbbed as he let out a groan and shambled towards her. His skin was degrading in places and he had holes from where flesh had simply rotted off. His cock was more impressive then it had ever been when he was alive though.

He shambled towards Bethany quickly, wrapping his undead arms around her so she couldn't escape. He had a surprising amount of strength, and his rough hands moved to grope at her firm and around ass, his rotting nails digging into her skin as his lips latched onto her in a passionate kiss.

It was a strange sensation...both hot and cold at the same time as his tongue wiggled and lashed at her lips. His skin didn't taste rotten as she thought it would...but rather it tasted quite sweet as his tongue forced its way into her mouth as he continued to grope at her rear, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth and wiggling around inside. His massive cock pressed up against her crotch, letting he get a feel for just how massive undeath had made his cock for her.

 

[Discordia]

Bethany, still slightly intimidated by the lone zombie and afraid that for some reason he might just eat her instead, backed up until she was pressed against the dirty wall of the alleyway. She put her fears aside when the undead man embraced her and latched his lips onto hers. She was surprised at the sweet taste of his kiss as his tongue slid into her mouth and, slowly, she intertwined her tongue with his. Must be a side effect of the virus, though the small, rational part of her brain that still concerned itself with such matters. She found that the sweet taste of his kiss was slightly arousing and she wanted more of it, all the while wondering how the rest of him would taste. Is this really what you want? Asked the rational part of her mind, the part of her that would be disgusted by her actions, the part of her mind that was quickly silenced by the lust, especially when she felt the massive bulge in his pants pressing up against her crotch.

She continued to kiss her undead companion passionately, moaning into each kiss as her hands ran down over his chest until they reached his trousers. The wetness between her legs and the sheer need and arousal she felt began to grow in intensity as she start to unbuckle is belt with shaking hands. With his trousers undone and her shorts now soaking wet, she pulled his trouser down just enough to allow his massive cock to spring free. Instantly she grabbed it, barely managing to fit her hand around and marveled at the sheer size of it. She began to stroke it with one hand, struggling to handle it as she continued to intertwine her tongue with his, moaning as his rough hands squeezed her big, round ass.

Finally Bethany broke off from the kiss and looked down at the massive cock in her hand. If his kisses taste so sweet, the how will this taste? She wondered, grinning slightly and licking her lips. As she slowly descended to her knees, her back still against the wall, she no longer cared about the taboo nature of what she was doing. As she finally got to her knees, with the massive zombie cock in front of her face, she didn't care about what she was doing, as she stroked it or as she brought the head to her mouth. She licked it tentatively a few times, before taking it in her mouth, bobbing back and forth, not even considering that what she was doing was wrong.

 

[Discordia]

But then, alas, young Bethany grew bored of her zombie and slipped from his grasp. She returned with her shotgun and swiftly & accurately blew the zombies cock off before returning inside, thinking about what a shame it is when people don't reply.