Kelly stood there, tied and squirming. Jace approached her and untied her leash from the fence. Leading her inside and down to the basement, Jace was feeling excited to not have to worry about her as much. He knew she would be safe here. He tied her to a wooden post at the bottom of the stairs. It was the only thing sturdy enough. He ran up and got from the kitchen anything he could find. Potato chips, chocolate, pork rinds, anything.
He pulled himself up to her—yet where she could not reach him. “You have to eat” Jace sympathized, and then demonstrated to her with a potato chip. “You try” and gave her one too, but she only chewed it and did not swallow. Jace sighed and realized that she wouldn’t. He didn’t understand how the zombie appetite worked. The only thing he knew is that they liked sex and eating—simple as that.
Jace had an idea suddenly, but it was one of those ideas the thinker doesn’t get excited about. One of those that has to be done. He knew she would eat his sperm, she tried so hard to only yesterday. Jace unzipped his jeans slowly and stood up. Pulling out of this underwear his flaccid penis, he began stroking it as he stood over Kelly.
Kelly saw it, and instinctively got up on her knees and began reaching for it. He knew he could trust her hands, and it crossed his mind that he could trust her mouth with his cock. She sucked him hungrily yesterday, and he hadn’t changed. He was afraid she would bite, yet he couldn’t get it up with his hands. There was something about the situation around him, something about their post-apocolyptic circumstance that was very—unarousing. There was too much on his mind he realized.
With trust, he took a step forward. Kelly’s hands grabbed his butt and pulled him closer to her. He looked at her. All of her attention was on his cock, she wanted it more than anything. That thought alone was arousing enough to get him on the path to erection. She was still so beautiful. Her blond hair was slightly messy, her eyes pale blue, her skin scratched and bruised; but sitting there stark naked and hungry for cock—zombie Kelly was hot, hot, hot.
Her tongue outstretched for his dick, and when they touched, her lips were wanting to get around it. Slowly Jace let it in, and Kelly immediately took it in with her mouth and gave it a home. Sucking it hungrily, she used her zombie technique of not recognizing pain to jam it to the back of her throat. She took it all the way in, and closed her lips. She did not gag or turn red. Jace’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and began to wonder if they could just live like this forever. Everyday, five times, he could nourish her hunger, and she could nourish his sexual appetite with the most amazing blowjobs. He wished this was the way to cure her.
He could feel himself getting closer, he was almost there. She bobbed her head a few more times and then rammed to the back of her throat—where he unleashed wave after wave of his sperm for her dinner. He knew it was a lot. He pulled out and she licked her lips messily. There was still some on this dick, and she used her tongue to capture it. He stepped back and zipped up. She did not hunch over, in unexcitement. She was worked up and she wanted to zombify him now.
He was now afraid to go near her. He passed her on the stairs, kissed her forehead and left. It was night and he had to rest, he went upstairs to a bed and slept. Dreaming of what he had just experienced.
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