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Kirsten looked up at the man standing before her. Her greenish-gold eyes burned with a manic iridescence as she gasped for breath. She had his cock in her hand all wet and trailing saliva from her lips. It was delicious deep-throating him in the dark alley, she squatting in her stiletto heels and short skirt, he leaning against the crumbly brick wall. Her blouse and her legs were wide open, allowing unhindered view of breasts and pink bits. She went back to work on the huge cock, fitting her lips tightly around the thick head and sliding her mouth down the whole shaft.
“Oh yeah, work it, baby…” he moaned.
She made muffled sounds of wanton pleasure as her mouth moved up and down that thick member. Her hands joined in the hungry feast, skillfully stroking and squeezing the shaft whenever her lips drew back. Yes, he was close now, judging from his quickening grunts and the way he gripped her hair. With clever flicks of her tongue on the head still inside her mouth, the beautiful blonde finally felt the sign she was longing for — the powerful surging in the cock’s veins.
The burly man shuddered and invoked the name of God repeatedly as he spurted his cum copiously in her mouth. Kirsten quickly swallowed what seemed like a never-ending load. She guessed he hadn’t released in a while. But it was good stuff — hot, thick and enervating. Exactly what she had hoped for.
“God, that was intense,” he gasped. “You nearly sucked the life out of me. Damn, you’re unbelievable!”
“Mmmm. That’s because I love doing this,” she said, licking and coaxing the last few precious drops out of the tip. He looked woozy, and he slid down the wall that he had been leaning on. Crumpling to the ground in his unzipped jeans, he took a while to gather his breath. He had never felt this weak and light-headed before.
“What’s your name, honey?” he asked, watching her through his dazed and half-closed eyes.
She didn’t answer. Kirsten merely gave a mysterious sly grin, indicating that anonymity was the best way to keep things.
“I thought you looked a little ashen earlier, but you are actually gorgeous,” he remarked with genuine amazement. Her beauty glowed in a way he hadn’t noticed earlier. It was almost like she was a different woman. He chalked it down to her satisfaction with his manhood.
“Oh. Must have been the moonlight,” she said, dismissively. “Casts a pallor on everything.”
Kirsten drew back and stood up, buttoning her blouse. Her demeanor was cold and icy again.
“Hey, where are you going? Come back with me and we can fuck,” he smiled at her and tried to reach for her hand. It was then he noticed he had taken several fine clumps of her hair in his hands, while she was fiercely delivering that blowjob.
“Oh Christ! What the hell is this?” he sputtered, a chill quickly seizing his heart. He nervously shook the golden strands off his fingers, as if they were a bad hallucination.
But Kirsten had already dusted her knees and turned away. Her long, wavy, blonde mane looked bizarrely more lush and glorious now than before. She walked away from the spent and puzzled man, her shiny red heels clicking on the pavement.
She licked the corner of her mouth. Good cum. Very good life energy. If only most nights were as fruitful as this. She touched her skin. It felt smooth and soft again, not dry and peeling anymore. Ashen she had been earlier, as the guy had correctly observed. The hair falling out was a close call just now. Any further decay and it would be clear she was a zombie. She reminded herself never to go so long without a feed.
Yes, feeding was important. Most zombies were possessed by an endless hunger, one that compelled them to feast on human flesh. Kirsten had a different kind of hunger. She lusted only for fresh warm semen, brimming with life seeds. By sheer luck, something had altered her zombie transformation, those many years ago. So she yearned not for blood and meat, but for cum. Not in a sordid way, even though her feasting did come with pleasure, but for sheer survival. She would wither and rot without it.
The pearly ejaculate was precious; it rejuvenated her undead flesh. It was the powerful life essence in semen that she had to imbibe or absorb regularly to maintain her living human form. It was not a bad trade-off. Plus, she could retain all memory, language, skills and intelligence, unlike other zombies which seemed little more than animated rag dolls.
Kirsten passed a shop window, and glanced at her reflection. The life force refreshed her cells and perfected them; she was more beautiful dead than alive.
But the world did not know of her kind. Either not many zombies were made this way, or if they existed, they were totally undercover for survival. The zombies that the world was familiar with were the traditional rotting and mindless sort; and the humans’ prejudice against zombies was too deeply entrenched for any variants to be tolerated. Even “mutant” zombies like her. She had learned that humans would not trust anything undead, no matter how alluring.
The war on zombies had been going on for decades. While it had been sheer mass panic when the first wave emerged, it seemed the humans had the upper hand for now. The undead had been driven underground, their numbers apparently dwindling.
The slower and stupid necromorphs had largely been wiped out, leaving only the strain that was wiser about self-preservation. The smarter zombies would attack sporadically in small teams to feed and then hide. They knew not to make too many of themselves, for in larger numbers they created feeding competition, and could not hide as effectively. They were way too recognizable — grey decaying skin, a sickly stench, meaningless moans for speech, and parts of their bodies in disarray. They were death animated.
But being undead they could not be killed, not by ordinary means. Knife and gun wounds made scant difference. They could not drown. They were immune to diseases. The only methods of eradicating them were cremation — destruction by fire — or obliteration of the head where the brains were. The brains were critical; they had to shut down.
The humans had gotten good at dealing with zombies, corralling them into giant pits and burning them up. After some time, the human casualties dropped to just a few. They couldn’t completely eradicate the zombies but the threat was now deemed almost negligible. More humans were killed by humans than by zombies. Every home by now had a flame thrower to fight off the odd zombie, as though they were just an unwelcome grizzly.
Kirsten reached a busy intersection. She looked at the bright lights, the cars and human traffic. People walked past her, oblivious to who or what she was. Pub crawlers and party-goers. A suit hurrying home, with phone glued to the ear. Overweight women emerging from a 24-hour fast-food restaurant. A drunk homeless man spat on the pavement and broke into a caterwauling song, totally off-key. Thankfully the lights turned in her favor just then and she continued on her way.
The zombies were not evil. They had just become Man’s no.1 predator. The human race stopped being on top of the food chain, and did not like it. On both fronts, it was a fight for survival, pure and simple.
Kirsten drew her coat closer. It wasn’t the cold that bothered her though. She had stopped feeling it for years. She didn’t belong in either world. But for now, it was safer to blend in with the humans.
It wasn’t always easy, but she was not alone.
Kirsten rounded the corner and stepped up into her apartment building. It was well past midnight as she turned the key in the lock and opened the door.
Well, that’s the intro and I hope you like it. In Chapter Two, you get to meet more of the girls…
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