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A year ago the zombie apocalypse had devastated the world. You had been on the run from the growing horde for as long as you remember, unfortunately your luck had run out two months ago. While running away from a hunting group of zombies, you had fallen and König had to run back and get you. Much to your horror, your mistake had cost you dearly and König got bit, the infection slowly spreading through his body for the next two months.
At this point he was still the König you knew and loved, but at the same time not. He had transformed into something… more.
He had become bulkier in his build, and more height had gotten added. It was definitely not like the zombie transformations in popular media.
He was still able to speak some words and he could comprehend what you were saying and doing. But he was only able to communicate using grunts and single words.
When you were not escaping the horde, you had to tie him down in case he succumbed to his zombie side. Although you had a hunch that if he really wanted to escape the bindings he could.
It was hard to keep him fed as he only survived off of the corpses you found that still had their brains intact and you wondered when your turn came. Sure, he knew who you were at the moment, and somehow you trusted him, but who knew when his humanity would completely be taken over by the zombie.
It was night time, you were laying in the bed of the abandoned house you squatted in. The sheets had a musty smell from not being used in months. König was kneeling on the floor, hands bound together in front of him. Eating from a can of pickled fruits, you had a one sided conversation with him, his head slightly turned.
You met his eyes. Desire pooling in your abdomen at the look in his eyes. You scooted closer to the edge of the bed, “König?” You whispered. He groaned back a reply.
“What is it?”
He opened his mouth, humanity working overtime trying to form a single word; “… kiss.”
“No..”
Despite the rotting of his flesh that slowly spread across his body, he was still attractive. Years of military training still visible on his body, bulged up even more by the zombie virus. You clenched your legs.
“…. please."
“I can’t.. What would happen if you were to bite me?”
“… won’t.”
You sighed, tears slowly forming in the corner of your eyes, “you can’t promise that.”
“…. Yes.”
You saw the pleading look in your eyes. His body was screaming out as much for you, as yours were to him.
You climbed down from the bed, sitting down in front of him. Even then he had the advantage in height, being a solid two heads taller. You had always loved that he could dwarf you in his embrace. It made you feel small, secure, even now in his current state.
He groaned, his bound hand reaching for you. A sad smile on your lips as you took his hands. “…. Love…. You.”
You let your tears fall for him, for the future the two of you could never have. If you had just watched where you ran, he would never have been bitten and the both of you would be plain normal humans. Able to break bones, eat normally, sleep and physical contact without being scared for your life.
You looked up at him, searching for anything malicious in his features. When you found none, you unbound his hands and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his middle, sobbing. He groaned again and wrapped his arms around you, rocking back and forth in a soothing motion.
“… gonna … okay.”
One of his hands released you, and took his mask halfway up, resting it on his ears. Despite the decay of his flesh settling in, he was still handsome. You touched his cheek, gently stroking his chin, “you’re still just as beautiful.” He took your hand in his free, and kissed it. He softly groaned a reply.
He placed your hand on his shoulder and began leaning towards you, a question. You nodded and he softly kissed you. Closing your eyes, a mixture of a sob and a sigh sipped out between your lips. You clutched him to you, afraid of this moment being gone as fast as it came. You don’t remember the last time you had been this intimate with him.
You being none the wiser, didn’t know the pain König felt in his jaw or gums. The one purpose he now had in life, to spread the virus. One single bite was all it took and the two of you would be bound together, forever. Two husks walking the earth, until it died or the two of you stumbled upon survivors. The single spark of humanity he had was the sole reason that he did not succumb.
He released his lips from yours, hovering above them. Breaths mingling. He placed featherlight kisses across your face.
“…. Missed… you”
You opened your eyes to him, his blue eyes had been taken over by a milky white. Yet, they were just as beautiful.
“I missed you too, big guy.”
He kissed you again, this time more insistent. His tongue spreads your lips, entering a sensual dance with yours. Lips locked together, he lifted you, placing you so you straddled his legs, arms wrapped around you. You began grinding against him, pressure slowly building. He joined you in your efforts to get yourself off, the two of you were now dry humping off of eachother. He released your lips, both of you released loud breaths, him from holding back and you from lack of breathing. He slightly smiled, a finger grazing your bottom lip.
With a free hand he unbuttoned your pants, moved his hand inside and slowly stroked you through your panties. He stopped grinding himself into you, but kept a steady hand on your hip, helping you press yourself against his hand.
“König - ah!”
He increased the pressure of his strokes, thump moving inside your panties to stroke at your flesh. He slowly kissed up your neck, you knew that if he could form complete sentences he would dirty talk you into oblivion. He reached your jaw, slowly kissing his way up to your ear, as his hand moved your panties aside, now his whole hand had access.
He switched between stroking your clit in circles, increasing and decreasing the pace and stroking through your folds, spreading your slick across his fingers, “... so… wet.”
You moaned, clutching at his shoulders. You had ceased all movements, your hips grinded against his hand, by the one on your hip. You were about to reach your peak, nerves on fire. One of his fingers entered you, slowly moving back and forth, settling into a rhythm, finger moving in a come-hither motion. He kissed the shell of your ear and, with the best of his ability, whispered, “... come.”
Reaching your peak you came around his finger, moaning loudly. You sagged in his embrace. He pulled his finger out and pulled you into his arms. With his newfound strength he got up with you in his arms and laid you on the bed. Waiting for your consent to continue, he stood back, enjoying the sight of you breathless and sprawled out in the bed.
You relaxed, opening your arms towards him in invitation. He smiled and took the mask completely off, his face bare to you. He kneeled on the bed, crawling into your embrace. Holding you. He kissed you softly on the forehead.
He released his hold on you to lift your shirt, revealing your stomach, your breasts to his eyes. If he were a dog hungry for food, he would be drooling by now. He raised your arms, moving the shirt above them and throwing it to the side. You arched your back so he could unclasp your bra. Moving one of the straps down, his lips joined the journey down your arms, leaving wet kisses in their wake.
Your torso was now bare to him; Nipples erect and heavy breathing. You felt like the temperature in the room had increased by 10 degrees. He moved his hands down to the waistband of your pants, but you stopped him. Instead you pushed him back so he was sitting on his arse. You kissed him and began lifting his shirt, hands moving up his torso, muscles defined under your touch. He let out a breathless moan. You pulled back and removed his shirt completely.
Leaning into him again, you kissed across his chest. Circling his nipples with your tongue, leaving a wet trail behind. Kissing down his stomach you reached the waistband of his pants, looking up at him, you undid the button. He laid down, hands behind his head and angling his head to look down at you, smirking. Taking it as an invitation, you pulled down the zipper and then slowly took the pants off of him, throwing them to the floor along with his socks.
Coming back up to his boxers, you placed a kiss on his abdomen, kissing down his happy trail to bite into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. His lack of circulating blood made his dick flaccid, but it was just as you remembered; thick and just the perfect length.
Taking his cock in your hands you began stroking it, moving slowly up and down. He began breathing heavily. Despite the lack of circulation, he could still feel horny. You took his dick in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to take him further in. One of his hands held the back of your head, moving you back and forth setting the pace he wanted.
“... take…. me… well… Schatz.”
With one particular push he went far back into your throat making you gag around his cock, he tightened the hold in your hair, still having a fast pace, but not going just as deep. You began swirling your tongue around the head of his cock - teasing licks meant to push him to the edge. With one final thrust, he growled as he came down your throat, seed spilling past your lips. You tried swallowing as best as you could, but the flavor was disgusting.
He released your hair and stroked your forehead,“... gutes… Mädchen.”
You sat back looking at him in all his naked glory “I think I’m a bit overdressed, care to rectify that?” He smiled, sat back up and pushed you back to lay down. He crawled up your body, stopping at your abdomen, opening the button of your pants, tugging down the zipper. He placed a kiss above the waistband, as he yanked down your pants. Sitting back he took off your socks and threw them on the floor alongside your pants.
As he moved back up he placed open mouthed kisses on your legs, very slowly reaching the apex, he moved your panties to the side and began licking at your folds. You moaned his name as he added a finger on your clit, stroking it in circles. With his other hand he pushed a finger inside, moving it back and forth in a steady rhythm, building you up. He added another one, increasing the speed. You clenched around him, so close to reaching the peak of your pleasure. He pulled out and stopped the movement on your clit. The fingers that had been inside you moved up and down your slit, just to be pushed in again: All the way back out and in. He kept going and you finally reached your peak, coming around them. pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
He leaned down and kissed you, while he was spreading your legs with his knee, positioning himself between them - he lifted them and placed them on his shoulders.
Unfortunately due to his flaccid state, he had to hold his cock in his hand, positioning it at your cunt. He thrust against your lips, coating his dick in your slick. You moaned, clutching at the sheets. “König please” you arched your back, trying to get him to slide inside.
Pressing down on his dick he thrusted forwards again, only the head entering your hole. He stayed, a tingling going up his spine “… Scheiße,” he moaned.
He did it a few more times and then he finally slid home, his dick disappearing into you. He stilled, feeling you clench around him, “… finally… home.”
He moved slowly at first, then increased the speed, wet slaps echoing throughout the room. You moaned loudly, arms moving above your head, clutching at the bedspread.
If any of the zombies outside the house were to enter, you wouldn’t notice - too lost in the pleasure of finally having him inside you again. Despite his predicament he was still able to hit the good spots inside you, making your toes curl. He added a finger on your clit, stroking it with his movements.
At the high of both of your peaks he stopped moving, you whined a protest, arching your back to get him to move. He kissed your forehead, down to your chin then to your ear, “…. Bite…. Please…. One.” He managed to say. You don’t know if it was because of frustration or because you were high on endorphins, but you turned your head in surrender baring your neck to him.
He began kissing it, as he started thrusting into you with wanton. He changed the angle of his hips, so he could go deeper, the head of his dick hitting your cervix.
“…. Come.” He murmured against your neck, jaws itching to bite.
He pinched your clit and the two of you came. Spilling his seed deep inside, the spasms of your cunt milking him for more. He kept rutting into you, the zombie part of his brain slowly taking over. He bit down at the column of your neck, infecting you with the virus. The last bit of his humanity, completely overtaken by the zombie.
“…. Mein.”