The apocalypse isn't all bad! (Queen Chaos & Potter-Kun)

[Discordia]

I squirmed and writhed in the bed. My left hand clutched the old sheets tight while my right hand worked away between my legs. The large dildo slid in and out of my pussy with ease, aided by a mixture of lube and my own juices. I’d been at it for nearly an hour. Waves of pleasure washed over me. But I still hadn’t orgasmed. I let go of the sheets with my left hand, moving it to my clit. As I pounded myself with the sex toy, I rubbed at my clit furiously. Five minutes later and I still hadn’t orgasmed. I stopped, pulled the dildo from myself and hurled it across the room in anger. Nearly five years without sex, without contact with any males did this to me. I lay in the bed panting for a few moments before getting up.

I didn’t bother dressing before approaching the floor to ceiling windows. There wouldn’t be anyone to see me. No-one but the dead. From the third floor I looked out over the wreck of the city. Rusted cars sat crashed in the streets. Weeds grew up from cracks in tarmac. Moss and ivy have started climbing the walls of several buildings. And among it all are the men of the world. The roam the streets as mindless creatures with many names. Zombies, undead, the walking dead. The hunger for two things now. The flesh of other men and the pleasure of sex with women. It’s been five years since society fell and in that time I’ve not seen many men, never mind got close enough to fuck one.I sigh and walk away from the window. Time to go to work.

The sun was setting when I returned to my makeshift bedroom. Another day of scavenging supplies and things went well. Very well, considering. I now had two weeks worth of supplies. It’d keep me going a while, before I had to move on. Still no signs of other humans though. The zombie in the alleyway was still there. I kept thinking about him. Or it. Whatever. He was trapped in the alley, with no way in or out. And he wasn’t not bad looking. And the bulge in his pants seemed rather impressive. I bet he could satisfy… I pushed the thoughts from my mind yet again. I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t even consider giving myself to him, just for cheap pleasure. It was wrong, not to mention disgusting. I’d seen plenty of women captured and used by the creatures. I remembered their cries for help. But at the same time I also remembered how their cries soon turned into orgasmic moans of pleasure. It had happened again only a few days ago. There had been no way to help her, so instead I’d watched with fascination and then when the horde engulfed her and I couldn’t see anymore I listened to the way she moaned, the words she said, dirty talking. Ij the end I think she was using them just as much as they were using her. I didn’t see what happened to her afterwards but i could imagine. I’d even heard the stories of women that follow the hordes. Apparently they become addicted to the pleasure and so they follow the undead around, fucking as many as they can. I shudder and push the thoughts from my mind. I can’t imagine how someone could do that. I turn my attention to the here and now and set about making myself some food.

Everything is dark when I wake up suddenly. There’s a wetness between my legs and I remember my dream. Vividly. It had involved me and the zombie in the alley downstairs. I think for a minute, looking out the window. The city seems almost peaceful, lit only by the full moon. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and get up. I’ve come to a decision, it’ll be a one time thing only. I quickly get dressed but don’t wear much. Only denim short shorts and a loose tank top over my matching blue bra and thong. I slip on some white sneakers and leave the room. I leave my room and head downstairs, pulling my red hair back into a pony tail. I reach the ground floor and the side door into the alleyway. My heart is pounding with anticipation. The wetness between my legs persists. I step out into the alley. The cool air raises goosebumps on my exposed skin. My eyes lock onto the zombie at the other end of the alley. My throat is dry but I manage to call out to him. “Hey there big guy.” and the I’ve got his attention.

 

[Potter-Kun]

The zombie looked up when it heard a voice and let out a groan. Like all the zombies, despite the fact that he was dead, his body was in rather pristine shape. No decaying or rot at all; he was covered in dirt and grim to be sure, but other than that and the pale skin, one couldn't even tell he was dead. His yellow eyes locked onto the woman as she shambled his way over to her, groaning along the way.

He had been an athlete when he was alive, his body well toned and muscular and like all of the zombies, his cock was constantly erect, never going down or becoming limp, and as it drew closer to her, the girl would clearly be able to see just how impressive the bulge really was. Once he was in front of her, his arms wrapped around her waist like a vice and pulled her into its strong chest. His cold lips were soon upon her own, his tongue lashing at her own lips, seeking to gain entry to her mouth.

To her surprise, she would find the zombie's lips and tongue to be rather sweet...and his drool to be intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac. The bulge rubbed up against her moist crotch as a hand slithered down her back. It found her ass and gave it a hard spank, letting her rear jiggled as its cold digits grope her rear and her breasts molding against his chest while his tongue worked to invade and fill her mouth completely.

 

[Discordia]

I couldn't help but eye the zombie up lustily. I hadn't had a chance to get a good look at him before, at least not this close. I admired his muscles and well toned body before my eyes settled on the bulge in his pants. It seemed even bigger now. I couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight of it, struggling to tear my eyes from it. It would certainly be a treat and after so long, I imagined it wouldn't be difficult for him to make me orgasm with it. With my heart pounding like a drum in my ears and my pussy growing even more wet between my legs, I was stuck to the spot as the zombie approached. I wondered if I would be able to see the lust i his eyes or if they would just be emotionless like everything else.

As he wrapped his arms around me I felt everything, from his impressive muscles pressed against me to the huge cock pressing against my crotch. It was certainly bigger than I'd imagined, bigger than anything I'd had before. Hell it seemed to be impossibly big for a human. I briefly wondered if perhaps the virus somehow mutated them, increasing their size. The thoughts were soon pushed from my mind as the zombie pressed his lips against mine, his tongue pushing against them. I kissed him back, awkeardly at first and then more passionately. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to slide inside as I pushed mine forward, the two mingling together. I was shocked by his sweet taste that left me wanting more. i couldn't understand it but at this point I didn't care, I was getting contact, attention and things were only going to escalate from here. I continued to kiss the zombie, sliding my tongue into his mouth as his hands started roaming over my body.

I gasped as he spanked me, my bubble butt jiggling. Despite the end of the world I'd still managed to maintain my impressive butt, perky C cup breasts and completely flat stomach. It felt even better to have them be apreciated and groped, even if it was by one of the undead that now stalked the world. As his hands squeezed my butt and my breasts, my own hand explored his body. I ran them over his arms, feeling the firm muscles. I then focused on his chest, slowly running my hands over it, moving them down. The carried on moving down until finally I reached his trousers. I rubbed at the bulge in them, trying to get a feel of what I was working with and I certainly wasn't disappointed. I continued to rub it for a few moments before unfastening his belt and then the trousers. I broke away from the kissing for a moment and slowly sank downwards, taking his trousers with me.