(10-05-2022, 12:45 AM)Fiery bird Wrote: Mark as he was running did not get a good look at his pursuer, but when had been cornered on the ground he saw how drop dead(no pun intended) gorgeous she was. Now that his fear had dissipated somewhat, he decided to try his luck. "Well, seems like you caught me, and in an alleyway off the path too. I'm sure no one will interrupt us if we were to have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean?" He said, slowly and nonthreateningly reaching up to rub her right thigh, giving her a sensual look.
The zombie swats Mark's hand away with a quick slap. Her eyes narrow as she glares down at him, a guttural rasp coming from her throat, as if she is remembering how to speak. She grips his hand back down to the pavement as she bares her teeth and leans in close to his face. As if straining to form words, she finally growls, "No."
Mark is scared, but also can't help but think about how the creature's bosom is resting against his chest. She is warmer than expected, as is her breath he can feel on his face. There is no rotten smell, Mark notes, though from what he can see of it even her tongue is a discolored sort of pale green.
With a deep inhale the zombie leans back up, sitting now firmly on Mark's lap, his pitched tent resting right in front of her groin. She loosens her grip as she rises, hands trailing down Mark's body and up his shaft. Her jaw twitches for a moment as she finds her words.
"I... in charge."
Her hands move up to grip Mark's pants, pulling them down gracelessly. His cock springs upright, now freed from its prison, growing with its owner's nervous excitement. The undead woman licks her lips in anticipation as she begins working Mark's member, stroking it gently but with a firm grip, urging its growth forward until it presents itself fully. She watches Mark as she continues rubbing his cock and balls, smiling as he shudders underneath her, and noticing as his gaze drifts south towards the breasts swaying in her shirt.
She presses her arms closer together, exaggerating her own figure, presenting herself to him with a warm coo. "You... like?"
Mark gulps, his nostrils flaring as he gives an enthusiastic nod.
The creature smiles, gripping her prey's dick tightly with one hand. "I like... this."
Her other hand unbuttons her shorts as she rises to her knees. The zombie's motions reflect a growing mental clarity as her bottoms are removed with shocking grace and fluidity, her hips swaying eagerly side to side over Mark's throbbing meat. Her pussy drips warm fluid over him, mixing with his swelling pre-cum and lubing up his shaft as the lips of her sex start pressing and rubbing against him. The creature pants with lust as her body moves against his, her breath steaming in the cold night air.
Finally, satisfied with her foreplay, she positions herself over the dick, aiding its aim gently with one hand, and slides her sheath over Mark's rigid sword with a whoreish moan. The man's back arches in a pleasureful writhe as he gasps at the sensation of being inside of her, the walls of her vagina squeezing and milking at his cock as her hips begin to twist and buck on top of him.
He looks up to see her red eyes fixated on him as she squeals in unrestrained pleasure, her mouth holding an ecstatic smile as her heavy breaths dance in the moonlight. Mark struggles to pay attention to his impromptu partner's expression for long though, his own gaze gravitating towards her tits as they bounce freely under her shirt, nipples poking against the fabric like wonderful little temptations.
She laughs down at him, enjoying the attention. She slows her riding, resting one hand against Mark's chest while trailing the other sensuously up her curving body, grabbing the bottom of her shirt in a playful tease. "You want... to see?" Her voice sounds a fair bit clearer, as if the dust from her throat has cleared.
Mark can barely contain himself, pressure swelling inside of him. "Oh God, y-yes."
The woman giggles, leaning her head back as she pulls up her shirt just enough to reveal a fair amount of the undersides of her breasts. They bounce against the fabric as if in defiance of his graving, seeming to be held back by nothing if not some cruel spite of the universe itself from releasing and revealing themselves in full glory to him as she begins bouncing with increasing intensity. She giggles and moans as she watches Mark's eyes plead with the gods to see the rest of her, to receive his prize.
Cruelly, she releases the shirt, letting it fall over her figure once again. Mark whimpers in want, but barely finishes making a sound before she has once again leaned forward over him, hands sliding past his shoulders to the ground around his head. Her playful grin has been replaced now with a sort of pleading of her own, the steam of her breath wafting over her unwitting mate's face as the glow of her eyes reflects off his skin.
Suddenly, in the midst of that heat, she leans in for a kiss. A rich groan echos through her throat as they lock lips, her body pressed into his, and Mark swears he feels the undead creature's heartbeat against his chest. Without thinking, his hand starts running up her thigh to squeeze her bouncing ass. No sooner has he dug into her cheek than she pushes him away again - more gently, this time, and without a scolding, but still looking down at him defiantly as she arches her back up above him, tits swaying in his face.
"I told you," she huffs, vocally clear now, though struggling to form words for obvious other reasons, "I'm in charge."
Mark moves to apologize, but can't get a sound out before she grabs his hand and pulls it up to her chest.
"And I... want this."
She slides his hand under her shirt, his palm cupping her rigid nipple as he presses into her soft flesh. He finds himself both more excited than ever yet far less concerned with cumming as he squeezes the tit, his other hand forcing into her top without waiting for permission. She giggles and hums, not seeming to mind the groping or the increasing eagerness of Mark's thrusts. For the moment, she's letting him have his way... so he takes that for all he can, moving to lift her shirt off of her completely, which she aids him in doing, offering no resistance and moving her arms to allow it to leave her body.
Her melons sway freely now; plump and bouncy, reacting to each party's every movement, hanging in Mark's face like fruit. He needs a taste.
He pulls himself up into her bosom, lips wrapping around the first tit he can clasp on to, one arm supporting his weight and the other hand pulling into the zombie's back to urge her towards him. She sputters and chirps broken syllables in response to the sensation, her pussy clamping tightly around him as her body tenses from the newfound sort of attention.
She lets Mark play with her tits for some time, her vocalizations building, until she suddenly pushes him flat onto his back against the pavement and leans back against his legs. "You... me...! Cum, now!"
She doesn't wait for an answer, her naked body bucking forcefully against Mark's own thrusting pelvis, head thrown backwards and chest swinging in full display for him as her voice echos through the alley with no regards to who might hear. Mark himself is barely more restrained, the building tension inside of him coming to a head as the creature eagerly milks his throbbing meat, his teeth clenching as he tries to hold on long enough for his partner to achieve her climax.
With a sudden squeeze and lustful moan, she pushes him over the edge, his voice catching in his throat as he unleashes his spunk inside of her, bursting out in spurts as her pussy grips his sensitive shaft, urging more out of him than he knew he even had. As her own orgasm subsides, the zombie rubs against Mark gently, coaxing yet more juice from him as he struggles to catch his breath, his whole body twitching with every motion she makes.
She doesn't stop, simply slowing to a gentle twist against him, his twitching dick as deep inside as she can get it, a light dribble of cum still finding its way out as bits of his load begins to trickle out of her. His cock is sore, but he doesn't want to stop, and Mark senses the zombie doesn't either as she leans in to kiss him again, her hair draping over his head.
"You, mine now." Her voice is clear, perhaps even beautiful, and Mark's heart skips a beat as she works her arms under him and rolls them both over. "I, yours."
Mark blushes down at her, her figure somehow even more appealing in the full light of the moon as she goes limp under him and looks up into his eyes with a sort of faux innocence.
"Now you're in charge."
His dick springs to life inside of her with newfound vigor and she giggles in delight.
Mark is eager to have another round, but a question nags at him. "Do you even have a name?"
She ponders for a moment, wriggling her shoulders playfully as she does, before a hint of sadness crosses over her face. "I don't know... but..."
In an instant, her legs are wrapped around him, pulling him into her with a loud lap. Mark groans, still sensitive and sore from coming, but enjoying the sensation all the same.
She grins at her plaything. "Maybe you can help me remember?"
HORNY POINTS: 950
(OOC: sorry this is taking so long, losing this the first time was a real blow to my momentum and pride ig lol)
