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Surveying my territory like this never leads to much of a thrilling sight. It's more interesting to watch the rise of my breath fogging in the midnight air, quite frankly. When all you have to see around the area is dead trees, low-hanging fog (absent today, thank the gods for that change of pace), and the cold gray stones marking the placement of the deceased, that's pretty much a given. Kneeling next to one of the lifeless memorial blocks, I slowly spun the cross dangling from the small chain wrapped around my neck, taking a look at the dirt around the stone. Little indentations and clumps of freshly moved dirt. No question about it, there had definitely been some movement in this area not too long ago. I was on the right track.
I stood up and brushed off the dark-colored robes I was wearing over my civilian clothes, if you will. Despite the cross and monk-like garb, I'm not really all that religious a person. Oh, I know the doctrines and the beliefs, I had the main ideas hammered into me when I was young--follow the church's teachings, don't leave the safe haven of civilization, lest Devil Bugs feast upon your flesh, and all that stuff. But it never really clicked too much with me, and the first chance I got without the watchful eye of parents and protectors, I was out and about, learning the truth of the world. So now I just keep the outfit and accessories to help me look more professional. People are a lot more likely to think of you as skilled in your work if you look more like a priest in training. As for my work? Well, people would call me by a lot of titles, I'm sure: "undead hunter", "zombie eliminator", even stuff like "ghoul buster" if you're in the backwoods...but those are kind of misnomers. Stuff like that gives the wrong idea about what I do. I prefer something like..."tamer" of the undead. It seems more appropriate.
Following the trail of misplaced dirt and flattened plants, I had a pretty good idea what I was dealing with at this point. Most people, when they hire me, aren't really knowledgeable of what they've got running around these places. They just know something's stirring at night, and they're afraid for their lives. I'd enlighten them about not having much to worry about save for sore hips, but how many people are going to believe some roaming "undead hunter" telling them the doctrines they've got imprinted in them is wrong? Especially an old man like the one that hired him. Poor guy had to be three times my age, and worried he was going to be taken by the demons roaming the graveyard at night, when he's only a few years away from joining the angels in heaven. Well, this'll at least give the old guy some peace of mind, and me a few pieces of gold to live by.
A few gravestones later, and I found the biggest one of the bunch so far, and, as expected, there was a lot more overturned dirt and markings around here. Even if this wasn't where it came out from, this was definitely where it came by the most. Time to set things in motion. Taking a quick glance around for good measure, I reached for a little satchel attached to the sash around my robes. Inside, gold and glass clinked around until I pulled out a little vial full of golden liquid. Always worth the trade, these little containers of ambrosia. Uncorking it, I took a quick smell. Sweet as always; does this stuff ever expire? I tilted the vial and smeared some across my fingers, before smearing the thick golden liquid over the top of the tombstone. Sorry, Miss, but if I'm to make a living, I'm going to have to use where you're resting in the afterlife. A few more smears of the sweet-smelling liquid, and I quickly corked and stashed the remainder, making a beeline for another nearby headstone, and diving beneath it, keeping my head near the corner to make sure I could keep the marked stone in view. Now the waiting process began.
Sure, the set-up is tedious and the waiting isn't exactly a thrill-a-minute part, but it's all a part of the job, and I can't complain about the payoff. And I knew the bait would be taken, after all. If I could still smell that sweet smell of the nectar I smeared, I knew the nighttime roamer of the graveyard could. About the time I figured that, I heard some shuffling of foliage, and a sound coming over the slight incline. A long, drawn moan of need, a plaintive cry that echoed through the stillness of the night, growing louder as it closed in. I could tell from the distance that it was coming in from the opposite side I had hid. Good thing, too; it was always easier when the mistress of luck didn't have me hide two feet from my target and make things more difficult. I saw some movement on the horizon, keeping myself hidden still as I shifted for a little better view.
Shuffling slowly into view, it was hard to make her out at first. The pale blue pallor of her skin tone made her match into the surrounding atmosphere a bit too well, but as she drew closer, it was much easier to make her out. The off-kilter gait and the whining moan that wavered as she walked towards the baited stone made it clear that I was dealing with a Zombie. That made things a little more interesting; I'd been dealing almost exclusively with Skeletons this year. A little more examining as she closed in made me guess she hadn't been a Zombie for very long, or she hadn't been buried for very long, either. The kind of dress she was wearing--a formal, knee-length white dress that had faded into a grayer color and had become torn, worn, and dirty in several places--didn't look like it'd be out of place in today's fashion circles, and the damage done to it from constant roaming the graveyard (plus the whole "being undead" matter) wasn't too expansive, mostly consisting of rips and tears in the lower areas. Her hair was probably a pretty vibrant shade of red when she was alive, though now it had faded to be pretty subdued, but as far as long hair went, it wasn't very frazzled.
The Zombie girl was shuffling around, hesitantly sniffing in the air as the sweet scent of nectar drew her to the tombstone I had marked. Slowly she closed in, and slipped to her knees awkwardly, dipping her face just a few inches from the stone. A few sniffs later, I saw her tongue slip out as she started to lap up the golden liquid, sliding her tongue the full length of the area I smeared, her body riding right up against the headstone as she took the bait. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to get into just the right position while sampling the nectar. It would happen eventually; I'd put enough of the stuff on the rock to make it impossible for her to savor all the sweet flavor without moving around. True to their determined simplicity, the Zombie started shifting around when she noticed she had cleaned one spot, but more tasty treats remained. Within a few minutes, her back was to me. Time to get to work.
I got up from my hiding spot, moving quickly between the grave markers, closing in on the Zombie while she continued to clean off the stone. Once I was within range, right behind her without her noticing, I reached in. Quickly, my arms descended towards her, and went around her torso from behind, my hands immediately pulling back and grasping at their intended targets; I felt the soft, malleable flesh just barely hidden by thin, worn-down fabric, as the Zombie let out a confused yelp, haed turning up to meet mine as I held her. I smiled back at her, staring into those murky gray eyes of hers, wasting no time in letting my hands work some magic, stroking the skin through her old clothes, rotating the adequate mounds of flesh she was barely hiding. "So you're the creature that's been prowling around at night around here, hmm?" I said, lowering myself to my knees to meet the girl's height.
The Zombie's only response was to let out more of the moans she had called out while aimlessly roaming before. This time, though, it seemed I was in control of the pitch and length of these moans. A little squeeze here, and the pitch would rise. Pinch a nipple through the fabric once they had hardened, and I could cut off a moan with a confused gasp. Despite the pale pallor of her undead face, I could see some red rising as she began to flush with excitement. Things were progressing nicely. Leaving my right hand to its work at her chest, I slid my left hand downward, making sure to caress the undead girl's smooth skin wherever possible, feeling the small tremors she made as sensations ran through her body, until my next target had been found. A simple tap just above the juncture between her loins, and she was yelping in surprise, leaning forward as if I had just shocked her off-balance. I had almost forgotten how sensitive Zombies were to this sort of thing. Still, no reason not to press onward, and as my fingers slid slowly down, I felt that there was nothing below the dress blocking my way. Either the girl's underwear had already been worn to nothing, or she had disposed of it herself in a fit of desire that she was forced to attempt to sate herself.
Just like the rest of her, the skin around her lower lips was cool to the touch. No doubt the warmth of my own flesh was adding to the stimulus, as I drew my finger across her entrance, slowly moving from bottom to top, the pleasured Zombie's eyes closing with the feelings going through her body, as she leaned forward again, just letting herself be manipulated by my fingers. One stroke was all it took to get her well-stimulated, and a second stroke of my finger resulted in a much wetter finish. A third stroke, and I could feel that some juices had started to flow a little. Third time's the charm, as they say. With one more stroke to add to it and really get her riled up, I removed my hand, the girl's eyes popping open at the sudden lack of feeling in her lower region, looking up in confusion. In response, I brought my finger, wet with her juices, up to her mouth. She looked at it in confusion, even tilting her head, raising her hands up to grasp at mine. A slight chuckle left me as I gave a pinch to one erect nipple, making her gasp, allowing me to slip the wet finger into her mouth. Immediately she clasped down on the digit, as if by instinct, and I was thankful that Zombies knew enough not to bite down when the did this. I felt her tongue flick against my finger, before I felt the suction start as she began to suckle on it like a curious child that had just been given a tasty candy. I remained there, body close to hers while idly manipulating the softness of her breast with my free hand, allowing her to taste the juices of her own body from my finger. No doubt she was also garnering a taste for the male body, as well.
Slowly I removed my finger from behind her lips, her face instinctively trying to follow my finger, giving a noise of disappointment when it popped away from her. "Now, now, don't fret, little lady." I said with a comforting whisper. "I have something better for you, instead." With that said, it was time for the true meat of the job to begin. I let go of the Zombie girl, making sure she didn't fall to the ground, as she had fallen so intimately into my grip she had stopped holding herself up, before I stood up and helped turn her around. At her height compared to mine, she could easily see the growing bulge managing to manifest through both my clothes and my robes. It drew her attention immediately, and her gaze locked on it in something akin to wonder as her bony, pale fingers slowly rose, tentatively reaching for the bulge, and touching it with a single finger. When she saw that nothing bad happened from touching, her hand descended slowly, awkwardly stroking a finger up and down the parts she could reach, tapping on occasion to watch it shift and move back to position. Zombies are a curiously innocent sort; it's really rather cute to watch. I undid the sash keeping my robes tight, then let the robes fall immediately after the sash, now down to my basic clothes. The girl made a noise of interest as the removed layer of clothing made the growth look even larger; by now she was breathing heavily in anticipation and excitement. She made the attempt to go back to touching and caressing, but after a few moments, seemed to get less patient. A small sound, almost like a whine, left her as she grabbed at the pants I wore and tugged, trying to pull them downward. Loose as they might be, not much was going to be done with a button and zipper working against her pulling. Her expression went from wonder, to curiosity, to confusion, to irritation, and then to desperation, as her futile tugs on my pants made her no closer to her desired target.
I'd had my fun watching her make the attempt; it was time to help her out. I reached down and gently grabbed her hand, her gazing going up to mine as I smiled, letting her go so I could reach down and take care of it myself. The light thump of my garments hitting the ground preceded the arrival of my member into the cool air, and another noise of wonder escaping the blue-toned undead as she was introduced to it. Again, her surprise led to curiosity, and the feeling of her cool fingers against my bare flesh there left me letting out a small breath of the sudden sensation. She pulled back at my reaction, and I smiled back at her. "It's OK. Keep going." I encouraged. She hesitated for a moment, but complied as her finger poked, prodded, and slid across my manhood, before wrapping her hand around it, and slowly going back and forth. Ah...her grip was surprisingly soft around it, and I couldn't help but sigh in contentment at her attempts. Her ministrations were awkward, without any rhythm, but that was to be expected. Still, this wasn't precisely what I exposed myself for, so after letting her have her fun, I took hold of her hand and removed it from me. She looked confused at first, attempting to switch hands, but I just waved a hand, before moving myself, so that my hardened manhood stood just before her face. She looked up at me with a noise of curiosity, and, to get the point across, I pushed a little, the head of my cock tapping against her lips.
The act made her twitch just slightly, before her tongue flicked across her lips a moment later. Seemed to me she was beginning to understand what I wanted, and what she most likely wanted as well. She looked up at me again, this time more like she was asking for approval, to which I just continued to smile back at her, before she opened her mouth, letting her tongue dangle out with a soft "Ah..." Taking my organ in my hand, I held it straight as I pushed my hips forward, and a moment later, her mouth clamped down on my dick as it was halfway within her mouth.
"Ah..." I sighed, feeling the warmth and wetness wrap around the upper parts of my manhood. Countering this sensation was the cool touch of her lips around the middle. Such a soft and pleasant chill...whoever feared the kiss of the undead was simply applying it to the wrong part of their body. Like with my member, the Zombie simply suckled on the length as soon as it was in her mouth, muscles contracting around my width and massaging it while her tongue would slide around and slip over various areas, coating it with her saliva and filling her mouth with the flavor of my flesh. I slipped backwards a little, and like before, she attempted to follow, not wanting to relinquish the object in her mouth. This time, I pushed forward afterward, deepening the depth my penis went into her mouth, getting nearly all the way down. She hardly seemed discomforted by the act, sitting the patiently while idly sucking on me, as I gave another pump back and forth, before stopping and looking down at her. "Come now, don't make me do all the work." I joked. She continued to suckle on me, but seemed to understand my words, gaze lowering from me to look forward, before closing her eyes as she sank forward, going completely down on me, nose against my torso, before pulling back far enough to suck and swirl her tongue around the head, before slowly bobbing forward and covering my entire length once more. I audibly groaned at the feeling this time, the feeling of the Zombie's deepthroating efforts stimulating me from head to base, and expanding throughout my body each time she bottomed out and I could feel the head of my cock bump against her throat.
Even though she was sitting obediently down there while she sucked up and down my shaft, I could see her shift uncomfortably at times, her hands clasping near her loins and sliding downward, causing her to squirm more as little moans escaped her while she sucked, vibrating against the head of my cock when it went down into her throat, little shivers reverberating down to my spine. The warmth of her mouth was beginning to match the warmth of my body, and I could feel it coming. My breath became a little shorter, as I glanced down at her. "Ah...ha...keep going...I'm almost there...it's almost coming..." A curious noise and a curious glance upward was what I got in response, but the Zombie continued to obediently service me at a steady pace, like an ever-moving machine made to orally pleasure me to the fullest. A shudder passed through my body, and for a moment I felt a slight weakness in my legs; it was the sure sign that I'd reached the limit, and I could feel the internal churning at work. I held onto it as long as I could, letting her bob a few more times, before..."Ugh...!" I let out a grunt as I felt the twitch of my manhood precede the pumping of my seed into her mouth.
"Mmm?!" A surprised noise came from the girl, and she slipped back until only my head was in her mouth, suckling gently once more as I watched the twitches of my cock while feeling the spurting of my semen. All throughout the process, she kept it up, though she must not have been swallowing; I could feel the swirling of liquid amongst all the suckling as I finished up. Once the orgasm had subsided, I slipped back and my manhood popped out of her mouth, a droplet of semen going to the ground. Her mouth full of my offering, she looked up at me with those murky gray eyes, as she opened her mouth with another light "Ahh..." She held the entire offering in her mouth, the white, thick liquid showing just how much pleasure she had brought me. It was...a kinky little touch to the act.
"Very nice." I said simply, reaching down to touch her chin, causing her to close her mouth. "Now go ahead and swallow." I insisted, and she dutifully followed the direction, dispensing of my cum with a few gulps. She continued to stare up at me afterward, like an adorably lost young woman, but the squirming and adjusting of her body down between her legs made it clear that I had one more bit of work to be done. "Don't worry, little missy, we're not quite done." I promised, stroking a finger against her soft cheek--causing her to lean into it and savor the touch by nuzzling against it--as I knelt back down, hovering over her with a smile. Our proximity to the gravestone she had been licking meant that her back was against it after a moment, and with a smile, I took hold of her thighs, attempting to spread them for better access. At first, she made a small noise and attempted to cover herself--perhaps a small vestige of her former life, where she probably lived a prudish existence--but the action caused her to accidentally stroke herself, and her will to resist fell to the pleasure she felt and the pleasure my movements were promising. Slowly her legs parted, and I raised the remnants of her dress for easier access and viewing to her sacred area. Looking at her there, I could see firsthand once again a fact of the undead monsters: no matter how dead they might appear elsewhere, down there, they were always fresh and alive. For good measure, I placed my fingers there again, and sure enough, as I stroked the lower lips and caused the undead girl to writhe beneath my touch, she was still wet down there, even more than before. There was no sense wasting time prolonging what the both of us wanted, was there? A little more forward I moved, and the head of my cock met the entrance to her pussy. She gazed at me intently in anticipation, and I sank forward into her folds.
I sighed in pleasure once more, but the sound was drowned out by the loud, lengthy moan that she let out, another howl that would echo across the grounds and undoubtedly spook passers-by into thinking a foul beast was prowling around. The moan lasted for as long as my push forward into her tunnel was, lowering in volume as I pulled back. The warmth inside was more proof of how alive these creatures truly were despite their label; no other explanation existed for why the wetness clamped down so tightly on me when I sank deeply inside her, or why there was heat enough to make me feel as if I was melting within her in the most wondrous of ways. While pushing upward again, filling her insides deeply with my length and width, I grabbed hold of the tombstone she lay against, using it for leverage as I retreated, thrusting upward with greater force because of the hold I had. Of course, the Zombie took well to this, as she gasped from the speed and depth, her cry melting into another lengthy moan that dimmed as I retracted, only to resume once more with each push forward. This time it was my turn to do the work, as I let the girl lay partially against the stone while I thrust again and again into her, building up a stronger and faster rhythm with each plunge. Our "unholy" union continued in this way, the warm muscles of the inside of her pussy squeezing and caressing me each time I dove inside, as if desperately trying to grab me and keep me locked within. As my efforts continued, between moans, the girl's lips moved, her mouth opening and closing despite no other sounds besides cries of delight and pleasure coming forth. Still she continued to attempt, as I felt her body start to tighten up, inside and out.
Realizing what she seemed to be trying to say, I used one hand to caress her face once more, while still pumping vigorously in and out of her. "Are you cumming? Can you feel it? Are you going to cum?" I said, a little short of breath as I spoke, still managing to emphasize the word I assumed she was trying to articulate to me.
Breathlessly, the Zombie continued to open and close her mouth, more distinct noises coming through between the throes of ecstasy. "C...! Cu...! C-Cu...!" She was close, I could sense. With a powerful thrust, I drove myself deeply into her, holding myself inside and nearly pinning her against the stone. A small scream came from her, and I felt her shudder as juices started to flow against my loins and hers. "C-Cu-Cum...!" she managed to cry out as her body was wracked with an orgasm. Of course, driving into her so deeply, then feeling the stimulation of her feminine juices and the tightening of her muscles clamping on me? It was a small wonder I was able to "survive" that, but I couldn't hold out much longer. With a final burst of energy, I drove continuously and rapidly into her, through the final parts of her orgasm, the wavering, drawn-out moans echoing across the grounds as she was overstimulated by my manhood, until finally, my limit was once more reached. Both hands on the stone again, I drove myself deep into her once again, and unloaded my second orgasm of the night within her. The efforts must have been just enough, and once again, the Zombie announced with pleasure and wonder, "Cum...!" as I filled her body full of my white liquid once more, her own orgasm making some of the fluids mingle and leak out as one. It wasn't until I was completely spent that I pulled out, panting softly as I let my juices leak out of her hole, the both of us savoring the aftermath.
Looking up as I caught my breath, I could see that the Zombie's eyes had closed, the murky grays of her pupils obscured by her eyelids, face framed by her now-messier red hair, and, most beautiful of all, a soft, content smile on her face as she rested. Well, this job was almost finished, then. Quickly, I returned to my clothes and got myself dressed, thankfully having enough strength to stand with no problem. Once dressed, I moved back to the Zombie-girl, and picked her up behind the legs and upper torso. "Come on, little missy, let's get you moved somewhere better than here." I said, making my way towards the back ends of the graveyard and the forests beyond. This was why I fancied myself more of a tamer than any sort of eliminator or such things. The undead I deal with are mostly newborn, in a sense, and full of desire and hunger, though for attention and not flesh like most believe. Starving and desperate, their aggression towards sating their desires makes them appear more fearful to the populace than they really are. That's when I come in. I heroically "endanger" myself to sate these misunderstood creatures, and once they're satisfied for the first time in so long, most take to resting, like the young Zombie in my grip. When that happens, I simply relocate them a certain distance away from their haunt. If they return, then that simply means I may have repeat business to attend to in the future. More often then not, however, their satisfaction leads to a little less aggression, and from what I've seen, they end up finding more willing partners that meet them and take them in.
That goal in mind, a good twenty minutes of walking through the forest, I found a nice clearing to gently deposit the satisfied undead on the grass, smiling as she stirred just slightly once set down. With a nod at a job well done, I turned to leave...
...Only to be stopped when I felt myself caught on something by my robes. Turning back, I was surprised to see the girl, eyes open and awake, staring up at me with those innocently and hazy gray eyes, a dull blue hand gripping my robes. This was certainly a surprising new development for me. She looked up at me, and again opened and shut her mouth, small sounds escaping as she attempted to articulate something to me. "N...Na...Name...?" she queried.
Taken slightly aback by the question, I nonetheless responded. "Morty."
"M...Mor....Morty..." she repeated, and the tone in her voice at saying my name, coupled with the look she was giving me...I felt a strange stirring inside my chest that had nothing to do with exhaustion...
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"Well, sir, I don't think you'll have to worry about anything roaming your territory at night for a while! Hmm? Why, yes, this will be payment enough, of course! Hmm? Oh, well, thank you for saying so, sir. Yes, I am the lucky one to have such a pretty one, aren't I? Hmm? Familiar? Now, why would she look familiar, sir, you and I have only just met, and she's new to the area herself! Isn't that right, honey?"
"Morty...~"
"Hahaha, now, dear, let's keep that to ourselves. Don't want to make people jealous, right? Well, sir, it was a pleasure doing business with you, but now I have to be on my way. I have several busy nights ahead of me!"
I stood up and brushed off the dark-colored robes I was wearing over my civilian clothes, if you will. Despite the cross and monk-like garb, I'm not really all that religious a person. Oh, I know the doctrines and the beliefs, I had the main ideas hammered into me when I was young--follow the church's teachings, don't leave the safe haven of civilization, lest Devil Bugs feast upon your flesh, and all that stuff. But it never really clicked too much with me, and the first chance I got without the watchful eye of parents and protectors, I was out and about, learning the truth of the world. So now I just keep the outfit and accessories to help me look more professional. People are a lot more likely to think of you as skilled in your work if you look more like a priest in training. As for my work? Well, people would call me by a lot of titles, I'm sure: "undead hunter", "zombie eliminator", even stuff like "ghoul buster" if you're in the backwoods...but those are kind of misnomers. Stuff like that gives the wrong idea about what I do. I prefer something like..."tamer" of the undead. It seems more appropriate.
Following the trail of misplaced dirt and flattened plants, I had a pretty good idea what I was dealing with at this point. Most people, when they hire me, aren't really knowledgeable of what they've got running around these places. They just know something's stirring at night, and they're afraid for their lives. I'd enlighten them about not having much to worry about save for sore hips, but how many people are going to believe some roaming "undead hunter" telling them the doctrines they've got imprinted in them is wrong? Especially an old man like the one that hired him. Poor guy had to be three times my age, and worried he was going to be taken by the demons roaming the graveyard at night, when he's only a few years away from joining the angels in heaven. Well, this'll at least give the old guy some peace of mind, and me a few pieces of gold to live by.
A few gravestones later, and I found the biggest one of the bunch so far, and, as expected, there was a lot more overturned dirt and markings around here. Even if this wasn't where it came out from, this was definitely where it came by the most. Time to set things in motion. Taking a quick glance around for good measure, I reached for a little satchel attached to the sash around my robes. Inside, gold and glass clinked around until I pulled out a little vial full of golden liquid. Always worth the trade, these little containers of ambrosia. Uncorking it, I took a quick smell. Sweet as always; does this stuff ever expire? I tilted the vial and smeared some across my fingers, before smearing the thick golden liquid over the top of the tombstone. Sorry, Miss, but if I'm to make a living, I'm going to have to use where you're resting in the afterlife. A few more smears of the sweet-smelling liquid, and I quickly corked and stashed the remainder, making a beeline for another nearby headstone, and diving beneath it, keeping my head near the corner to make sure I could keep the marked stone in view. Now the waiting process began.
Sure, the set-up is tedious and the waiting isn't exactly a thrill-a-minute part, but it's all a part of the job, and I can't complain about the payoff. And I knew the bait would be taken, after all. If I could still smell that sweet smell of the nectar I smeared, I knew the nighttime roamer of the graveyard could. About the time I figured that, I heard some shuffling of foliage, and a sound coming over the slight incline. A long, drawn moan of need, a plaintive cry that echoed through the stillness of the night, growing louder as it closed in. I could tell from the distance that it was coming in from the opposite side I had hid. Good thing, too; it was always easier when the mistress of luck didn't have me hide two feet from my target and make things more difficult. I saw some movement on the horizon, keeping myself hidden still as I shifted for a little better view.
Shuffling slowly into view, it was hard to make her out at first. The pale blue pallor of her skin tone made her match into the surrounding atmosphere a bit too well, but as she drew closer, it was much easier to make her out. The off-kilter gait and the whining moan that wavered as she walked towards the baited stone made it clear that I was dealing with a Zombie. That made things a little more interesting; I'd been dealing almost exclusively with Skeletons this year. A little more examining as she closed in made me guess she hadn't been a Zombie for very long, or she hadn't been buried for very long, either. The kind of dress she was wearing--a formal, knee-length white dress that had faded into a grayer color and had become torn, worn, and dirty in several places--didn't look like it'd be out of place in today's fashion circles, and the damage done to it from constant roaming the graveyard (plus the whole "being undead" matter) wasn't too expansive, mostly consisting of rips and tears in the lower areas. Her hair was probably a pretty vibrant shade of red when she was alive, though now it had faded to be pretty subdued, but as far as long hair went, it wasn't very frazzled.
The Zombie girl was shuffling around, hesitantly sniffing in the air as the sweet scent of nectar drew her to the tombstone I had marked. Slowly she closed in, and slipped to her knees awkwardly, dipping her face just a few inches from the stone. A few sniffs later, I saw her tongue slip out as she started to lap up the golden liquid, sliding her tongue the full length of the area I smeared, her body riding right up against the headstone as she took the bait. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to get into just the right position while sampling the nectar. It would happen eventually; I'd put enough of the stuff on the rock to make it impossible for her to savor all the sweet flavor without moving around. True to their determined simplicity, the Zombie started shifting around when she noticed she had cleaned one spot, but more tasty treats remained. Within a few minutes, her back was to me. Time to get to work.
I got up from my hiding spot, moving quickly between the grave markers, closing in on the Zombie while she continued to clean off the stone. Once I was within range, right behind her without her noticing, I reached in. Quickly, my arms descended towards her, and went around her torso from behind, my hands immediately pulling back and grasping at their intended targets; I felt the soft, malleable flesh just barely hidden by thin, worn-down fabric, as the Zombie let out a confused yelp, haed turning up to meet mine as I held her. I smiled back at her, staring into those murky gray eyes of hers, wasting no time in letting my hands work some magic, stroking the skin through her old clothes, rotating the adequate mounds of flesh she was barely hiding. "So you're the creature that's been prowling around at night around here, hmm?" I said, lowering myself to my knees to meet the girl's height.
The Zombie's only response was to let out more of the moans she had called out while aimlessly roaming before. This time, though, it seemed I was in control of the pitch and length of these moans. A little squeeze here, and the pitch would rise. Pinch a nipple through the fabric once they had hardened, and I could cut off a moan with a confused gasp. Despite the pale pallor of her undead face, I could see some red rising as she began to flush with excitement. Things were progressing nicely. Leaving my right hand to its work at her chest, I slid my left hand downward, making sure to caress the undead girl's smooth skin wherever possible, feeling the small tremors she made as sensations ran through her body, until my next target had been found. A simple tap just above the juncture between her loins, and she was yelping in surprise, leaning forward as if I had just shocked her off-balance. I had almost forgotten how sensitive Zombies were to this sort of thing. Still, no reason not to press onward, and as my fingers slid slowly down, I felt that there was nothing below the dress blocking my way. Either the girl's underwear had already been worn to nothing, or she had disposed of it herself in a fit of desire that she was forced to attempt to sate herself.
Just like the rest of her, the skin around her lower lips was cool to the touch. No doubt the warmth of my own flesh was adding to the stimulus, as I drew my finger across her entrance, slowly moving from bottom to top, the pleasured Zombie's eyes closing with the feelings going through her body, as she leaned forward again, just letting herself be manipulated by my fingers. One stroke was all it took to get her well-stimulated, and a second stroke of my finger resulted in a much wetter finish. A third stroke, and I could feel that some juices had started to flow a little. Third time's the charm, as they say. With one more stroke to add to it and really get her riled up, I removed my hand, the girl's eyes popping open at the sudden lack of feeling in her lower region, looking up in confusion. In response, I brought my finger, wet with her juices, up to her mouth. She looked at it in confusion, even tilting her head, raising her hands up to grasp at mine. A slight chuckle left me as I gave a pinch to one erect nipple, making her gasp, allowing me to slip the wet finger into her mouth. Immediately she clasped down on the digit, as if by instinct, and I was thankful that Zombies knew enough not to bite down when the did this. I felt her tongue flick against my finger, before I felt the suction start as she began to suckle on it like a curious child that had just been given a tasty candy. I remained there, body close to hers while idly manipulating the softness of her breast with my free hand, allowing her to taste the juices of her own body from my finger. No doubt she was also garnering a taste for the male body, as well.
Slowly I removed my finger from behind her lips, her face instinctively trying to follow my finger, giving a noise of disappointment when it popped away from her. "Now, now, don't fret, little lady." I said with a comforting whisper. "I have something better for you, instead." With that said, it was time for the true meat of the job to begin. I let go of the Zombie girl, making sure she didn't fall to the ground, as she had fallen so intimately into my grip she had stopped holding herself up, before I stood up and helped turn her around. At her height compared to mine, she could easily see the growing bulge managing to manifest through both my clothes and my robes. It drew her attention immediately, and her gaze locked on it in something akin to wonder as her bony, pale fingers slowly rose, tentatively reaching for the bulge, and touching it with a single finger. When she saw that nothing bad happened from touching, her hand descended slowly, awkwardly stroking a finger up and down the parts she could reach, tapping on occasion to watch it shift and move back to position. Zombies are a curiously innocent sort; it's really rather cute to watch. I undid the sash keeping my robes tight, then let the robes fall immediately after the sash, now down to my basic clothes. The girl made a noise of interest as the removed layer of clothing made the growth look even larger; by now she was breathing heavily in anticipation and excitement. She made the attempt to go back to touching and caressing, but after a few moments, seemed to get less patient. A small sound, almost like a whine, left her as she grabbed at the pants I wore and tugged, trying to pull them downward. Loose as they might be, not much was going to be done with a button and zipper working against her pulling. Her expression went from wonder, to curiosity, to confusion, to irritation, and then to desperation, as her futile tugs on my pants made her no closer to her desired target.
I'd had my fun watching her make the attempt; it was time to help her out. I reached down and gently grabbed her hand, her gazing going up to mine as I smiled, letting her go so I could reach down and take care of it myself. The light thump of my garments hitting the ground preceded the arrival of my member into the cool air, and another noise of wonder escaping the blue-toned undead as she was introduced to it. Again, her surprise led to curiosity, and the feeling of her cool fingers against my bare flesh there left me letting out a small breath of the sudden sensation. She pulled back at my reaction, and I smiled back at her. "It's OK. Keep going." I encouraged. She hesitated for a moment, but complied as her finger poked, prodded, and slid across my manhood, before wrapping her hand around it, and slowly going back and forth. Ah...her grip was surprisingly soft around it, and I couldn't help but sigh in contentment at her attempts. Her ministrations were awkward, without any rhythm, but that was to be expected. Still, this wasn't precisely what I exposed myself for, so after letting her have her fun, I took hold of her hand and removed it from me. She looked confused at first, attempting to switch hands, but I just waved a hand, before moving myself, so that my hardened manhood stood just before her face. She looked up at me with a noise of curiosity, and, to get the point across, I pushed a little, the head of my cock tapping against her lips.
The act made her twitch just slightly, before her tongue flicked across her lips a moment later. Seemed to me she was beginning to understand what I wanted, and what she most likely wanted as well. She looked up at me again, this time more like she was asking for approval, to which I just continued to smile back at her, before she opened her mouth, letting her tongue dangle out with a soft "Ah..." Taking my organ in my hand, I held it straight as I pushed my hips forward, and a moment later, her mouth clamped down on my dick as it was halfway within her mouth.
"Ah..." I sighed, feeling the warmth and wetness wrap around the upper parts of my manhood. Countering this sensation was the cool touch of her lips around the middle. Such a soft and pleasant chill...whoever feared the kiss of the undead was simply applying it to the wrong part of their body. Like with my member, the Zombie simply suckled on the length as soon as it was in her mouth, muscles contracting around my width and massaging it while her tongue would slide around and slip over various areas, coating it with her saliva and filling her mouth with the flavor of my flesh. I slipped backwards a little, and like before, she attempted to follow, not wanting to relinquish the object in her mouth. This time, I pushed forward afterward, deepening the depth my penis went into her mouth, getting nearly all the way down. She hardly seemed discomforted by the act, sitting the patiently while idly sucking on me, as I gave another pump back and forth, before stopping and looking down at her. "Come now, don't make me do all the work." I joked. She continued to suckle on me, but seemed to understand my words, gaze lowering from me to look forward, before closing her eyes as she sank forward, going completely down on me, nose against my torso, before pulling back far enough to suck and swirl her tongue around the head, before slowly bobbing forward and covering my entire length once more. I audibly groaned at the feeling this time, the feeling of the Zombie's deepthroating efforts stimulating me from head to base, and expanding throughout my body each time she bottomed out and I could feel the head of my cock bump against her throat.
Even though she was sitting obediently down there while she sucked up and down my shaft, I could see her shift uncomfortably at times, her hands clasping near her loins and sliding downward, causing her to squirm more as little moans escaped her while she sucked, vibrating against the head of my cock when it went down into her throat, little shivers reverberating down to my spine. The warmth of her mouth was beginning to match the warmth of my body, and I could feel it coming. My breath became a little shorter, as I glanced down at her. "Ah...ha...keep going...I'm almost there...it's almost coming..." A curious noise and a curious glance upward was what I got in response, but the Zombie continued to obediently service me at a steady pace, like an ever-moving machine made to orally pleasure me to the fullest. A shudder passed through my body, and for a moment I felt a slight weakness in my legs; it was the sure sign that I'd reached the limit, and I could feel the internal churning at work. I held onto it as long as I could, letting her bob a few more times, before..."Ugh...!" I let out a grunt as I felt the twitch of my manhood precede the pumping of my seed into her mouth.
"Mmm?!" A surprised noise came from the girl, and she slipped back until only my head was in her mouth, suckling gently once more as I watched the twitches of my cock while feeling the spurting of my semen. All throughout the process, she kept it up, though she must not have been swallowing; I could feel the swirling of liquid amongst all the suckling as I finished up. Once the orgasm had subsided, I slipped back and my manhood popped out of her mouth, a droplet of semen going to the ground. Her mouth full of my offering, she looked up at me with those murky gray eyes, as she opened her mouth with another light "Ahh..." She held the entire offering in her mouth, the white, thick liquid showing just how much pleasure she had brought me. It was...a kinky little touch to the act.
"Very nice." I said simply, reaching down to touch her chin, causing her to close her mouth. "Now go ahead and swallow." I insisted, and she dutifully followed the direction, dispensing of my cum with a few gulps. She continued to stare up at me afterward, like an adorably lost young woman, but the squirming and adjusting of her body down between her legs made it clear that I had one more bit of work to be done. "Don't worry, little missy, we're not quite done." I promised, stroking a finger against her soft cheek--causing her to lean into it and savor the touch by nuzzling against it--as I knelt back down, hovering over her with a smile. Our proximity to the gravestone she had been licking meant that her back was against it after a moment, and with a smile, I took hold of her thighs, attempting to spread them for better access. At first, she made a small noise and attempted to cover herself--perhaps a small vestige of her former life, where she probably lived a prudish existence--but the action caused her to accidentally stroke herself, and her will to resist fell to the pleasure she felt and the pleasure my movements were promising. Slowly her legs parted, and I raised the remnants of her dress for easier access and viewing to her sacred area. Looking at her there, I could see firsthand once again a fact of the undead monsters: no matter how dead they might appear elsewhere, down there, they were always fresh and alive. For good measure, I placed my fingers there again, and sure enough, as I stroked the lower lips and caused the undead girl to writhe beneath my touch, she was still wet down there, even more than before. There was no sense wasting time prolonging what the both of us wanted, was there? A little more forward I moved, and the head of my cock met the entrance to her pussy. She gazed at me intently in anticipation, and I sank forward into her folds.
I sighed in pleasure once more, but the sound was drowned out by the loud, lengthy moan that she let out, another howl that would echo across the grounds and undoubtedly spook passers-by into thinking a foul beast was prowling around. The moan lasted for as long as my push forward into her tunnel was, lowering in volume as I pulled back. The warmth inside was more proof of how alive these creatures truly were despite their label; no other explanation existed for why the wetness clamped down so tightly on me when I sank deeply inside her, or why there was heat enough to make me feel as if I was melting within her in the most wondrous of ways. While pushing upward again, filling her insides deeply with my length and width, I grabbed hold of the tombstone she lay against, using it for leverage as I retreated, thrusting upward with greater force because of the hold I had. Of course, the Zombie took well to this, as she gasped from the speed and depth, her cry melting into another lengthy moan that dimmed as I retracted, only to resume once more with each push forward. This time it was my turn to do the work, as I let the girl lay partially against the stone while I thrust again and again into her, building up a stronger and faster rhythm with each plunge. Our "unholy" union continued in this way, the warm muscles of the inside of her pussy squeezing and caressing me each time I dove inside, as if desperately trying to grab me and keep me locked within. As my efforts continued, between moans, the girl's lips moved, her mouth opening and closing despite no other sounds besides cries of delight and pleasure coming forth. Still she continued to attempt, as I felt her body start to tighten up, inside and out.
Realizing what she seemed to be trying to say, I used one hand to caress her face once more, while still pumping vigorously in and out of her. "Are you cumming? Can you feel it? Are you going to cum?" I said, a little short of breath as I spoke, still managing to emphasize the word I assumed she was trying to articulate to me.
Breathlessly, the Zombie continued to open and close her mouth, more distinct noises coming through between the throes of ecstasy. "C...! Cu...! C-Cu...!" She was close, I could sense. With a powerful thrust, I drove myself deeply into her, holding myself inside and nearly pinning her against the stone. A small scream came from her, and I felt her shudder as juices started to flow against my loins and hers. "C-Cu-Cum...!" she managed to cry out as her body was wracked with an orgasm. Of course, driving into her so deeply, then feeling the stimulation of her feminine juices and the tightening of her muscles clamping on me? It was a small wonder I was able to "survive" that, but I couldn't hold out much longer. With a final burst of energy, I drove continuously and rapidly into her, through the final parts of her orgasm, the wavering, drawn-out moans echoing across the grounds as she was overstimulated by my manhood, until finally, my limit was once more reached. Both hands on the stone again, I drove myself deep into her once again, and unloaded my second orgasm of the night within her. The efforts must have been just enough, and once again, the Zombie announced with pleasure and wonder, "Cum...!" as I filled her body full of my white liquid once more, her own orgasm making some of the fluids mingle and leak out as one. It wasn't until I was completely spent that I pulled out, panting softly as I let my juices leak out of her hole, the both of us savoring the aftermath.
Looking up as I caught my breath, I could see that the Zombie's eyes had closed, the murky grays of her pupils obscured by her eyelids, face framed by her now-messier red hair, and, most beautiful of all, a soft, content smile on her face as she rested. Well, this job was almost finished, then. Quickly, I returned to my clothes and got myself dressed, thankfully having enough strength to stand with no problem. Once dressed, I moved back to the Zombie-girl, and picked her up behind the legs and upper torso. "Come on, little missy, let's get you moved somewhere better than here." I said, making my way towards the back ends of the graveyard and the forests beyond. This was why I fancied myself more of a tamer than any sort of eliminator or such things. The undead I deal with are mostly newborn, in a sense, and full of desire and hunger, though for attention and not flesh like most believe. Starving and desperate, their aggression towards sating their desires makes them appear more fearful to the populace than they really are. That's when I come in. I heroically "endanger" myself to sate these misunderstood creatures, and once they're satisfied for the first time in so long, most take to resting, like the young Zombie in my grip. When that happens, I simply relocate them a certain distance away from their haunt. If they return, then that simply means I may have repeat business to attend to in the future. More often then not, however, their satisfaction leads to a little less aggression, and from what I've seen, they end up finding more willing partners that meet them and take them in.
That goal in mind, a good twenty minutes of walking through the forest, I found a nice clearing to gently deposit the satisfied undead on the grass, smiling as she stirred just slightly once set down. With a nod at a job well done, I turned to leave...
...Only to be stopped when I felt myself caught on something by my robes. Turning back, I was surprised to see the girl, eyes open and awake, staring up at me with those innocently and hazy gray eyes, a dull blue hand gripping my robes. This was certainly a surprising new development for me. She looked up at me, and again opened and shut her mouth, small sounds escaping as she attempted to articulate something to me. "N...Na...Name...?" she queried.
Taken slightly aback by the question, I nonetheless responded. "Morty."
"M...Mor....Morty..." she repeated, and the tone in her voice at saying my name, coupled with the look she was giving me...I felt a strange stirring inside my chest that had nothing to do with exhaustion...
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"Well, sir, I don't think you'll have to worry about anything roaming your territory at night for a while! Hmm? Why, yes, this will be payment enough, of course! Hmm? Oh, well, thank you for saying so, sir. Yes, I am the lucky one to have such a pretty one, aren't I? Hmm? Familiar? Now, why would she look familiar, sir, you and I have only just met, and she's new to the area herself! Isn't that right, honey?"
"Morty...~"
"Hahaha, now, dear, let's keep that to ourselves. Don't want to make people jealous, right? Well, sir, it was a pleasure doing business with you, but now I have to be on my way. I have several busy nights ahead of me!"
