The Zombie’s Lust
Submitted By Serena Lawrence
I wasn’t alone in the stairwell. Trying not to make a sound, or even breathe, I slid back against the wall, quietly groping for the door handle. Praying the monster wouldn’t hear me, I silently popped the door open, and ducked through into the main hallway on the seventeenth floor. As soon as the door clicked behind me, I ran as fast as I could toward the elevator at the end of the hall.
It was deadly quiet on this floor of the apartment building and I wondered where everyone was. Had they been killed? Evacuated? Had I made a horrible mistake trying to get out on my own?
As I frantically pushed the down button on the elevator, I heard the stairwell door creak open behind me. I turned and saw him: a huge beast of a man, taller than anyone I’d ever seen before with chalky white skin and eyes that looked bruised. He was not only tall, he was wide like a football player. Judging by his size, it wouldn’t take him long to tear me apart and I had no doubt that’s exactly what he wanted to do. This thing was a fucking zombie.
He started after me, just as the elevator chimed its arrival. I leapt inside and hit the down button. The monster was thundering down the hall, but the doors refused to close. I hit the button again and again. At last they started to slide shut, but it was too late. The monster shoved his fist into the elevator.
“Oh my god,” I screamed in terror as the doors bounced uselessly off his arm and slid open. I was trapped.
I backed into the corner and put my hands out to protect myself, but it was useless. The zombie moved closer and grabbed me by the throat. He wasn’t choking me, but I was pinned to the wall unable to even squirm out of his gaze, which was fiercely aimed into my eyes.
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I was terrified, but I also felt a tingle run down my spine. I was powerless and he knew it. The intense look of hunger in his dark eyes was all too easy to read. He leaned in close and inhaled deeply, as if smelling his next meal.
I was still breathing heavily from my sprint down the hall – not to mention from fear – and as I struggled to catch my breath, my chest heaved up and down. The motion caught the zombie’s attention. He lifted his massive hand to the front of my dress, which was fastened by a zipper that ran from top to bottom. His movements were smooth and in one swift motion he pulled the zipper down to my waist. My breasts spilled out. His eyes shone brighter and he lowered his head toward my left breast. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to rip out my heart. Waiting for him to kill me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to die like this.
“Oh!” I cried out in surprise as the zombie gently licked my nipple. I looked down and saw with my own eyes that he hadn’t torn into my flesh as I had expected. Instead he was teasing me, running his tongue in circles around my nipple.
And my body was responding. My nipples were both rock hard and I felt an intense tingle between my legs. He straightened up to face me and again I saw the look of hunger in his eyes, but this time I guessed what he was really hungry for.
Keeping one hand firmly around my throat, his free hand made its way down the front of my body, unfastening the rest my dress and yanking it clean off. He ran his fingers back up my thigh, pausing for a moment at the edge of my lace panties. He then pushed on and began to firmly and expertly rub my clit. I was soaking wet in an instant.
As he slid his other hand up from my throat into my hair, he grabbed a fistful of blonde curls and yanked my head back. I let out a soft moan in spite of myself. I couldn’t believe how rapidly my terror was turning to lust, but it had been so long since anyone had taken such complete control of me. I should have been screaming in horror; instead, a completely different kind of tension was throbbing through me.
The zombie clearly had tension coursing through his body as well. When he pressed his hips against me, I could feel his massive, hard cock straining against his pants. Without thinking about it, my hand drifted to his belt as he continued to rub my soaked button in firm, assured circles. I rapidly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them to fall to floor.
I gasped when I saw his cock. Never before had I seen something so big and thick, so ready to go. He may have looked like the undead, but his cock was fully alive.
I felt myself go a bit weak in the knees and the zombie took the opportunity to push me down, so I was face to face with his swollen head. I knew what he wanted me to do. Nervously, I licked the end of his cock, running my tongue over the smooth tip. Unlike me, however, the zombie didn’t appreciate being teased. Still clutching a handful of my hair, he pushed his dick deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. As I struggled not to gag, he began to thrust in and out of my mouth.
For some bizarre reason, I didn’t want him to think I was a total amateur. I looked up at him, my mouth still stuffed full of his cock. As we locked eyes, I reached up and gently, but firmly began massaging his massive zombie balls.
He let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure and began thrusting faster. I responded by putting more pressure on his balls, and running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. I held his eye and slowly winked up at him.
“Ahh,” he gasped and quickly pulled his cock out my mouth. Before I could grasp what was happening, he had scooped me up off my knees and sat me down on the hand railing that went along the back of the elevator, my spine pressed against the wall. He squeezed my breast, while his other hand swiftly spread my legs and tore off my panties in one smooth movement.
He leaned into me, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance of my pussy. I wanted him to fuck me so badly that I was already sopping wet but my stomach clenched with worry. His cock was just so huge, far bigger than any other dick I’d ever seen. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it. The zombie didn’t give me long to consider. With a low grunt he pushed his cock into me, inching it in slowly as my pussy stretched to accommodate his huge shaft.
“Oh my fucking god,” I moaned in pleasure. He began to thrust his cock in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster. My whole body hummed as he pounded me and I could feel a delicious tension building in my stomach. As he continued to fuck me, I felt like his huge, throbbing dick was filling every inch of my pussy.
I could feel myself starting to lose control. Just as I reached the edge of oblivion, the zombie gave my hair another good yank. That was all I needed: my body exploded with pleasure, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft, my legs vibrating with pleasure.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned so loudly I didn’t even recognize the sound.
After a few more powerful thrusts, the zombie also climaxed, his hands digging into my back, his hot stream of jiz warming my cunt.
“Arrrgggghhhhhhhh,” he roared as he came. The sound was deafening and sounded anything but human. And, in spite of myself, I loved it.
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Serena Lawrence is a writer of erotica and paranormal romance. She’s also a lover of movies, traveling, football and coffee, but writing has always been her passion. The first installment in her series, The Zombie’s Lust, is now available as an ebook on Amazon. More are coming soon.
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