A Day in the Life of A Hunter: Chapter 2

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I woke from my sleep- vision- stories and jumped up from the cold- stone- landing- ground feeling refreshed and alive. My recent consumption of the red- yellow- meat- sack was filling me with a spark of power. I felt alive and on top of the world. I was lord and master of all I surveyed and there wasn't a damn thing any red- yellow- meat- sack could do about it. My pack was still curled up in their sleep- spots and seemed to be enjoying their own sleep- vision- stories. I opted to let them be still for as long as the white- painful- to- look- at- orb was up in the sky. This would not be long, ever since the red- yellow- meat- sacks had tried to kill my brothers and I by dropping whistle- booms on our hunting territory, the painful- to- look- at- orb had become covered by fluffy- floaters that now covered most of the sky. I decided that a little bit of hunting was in order. So, moving as quietly as I could I ran and leaped to the top of the nearest once- home- now- not- towers and began an easy run across their tops. I stopped dead when I heard something. A soft sad- choking- noise coming from the seeing- hole in the once- home- now- not- tower that I had come to. I swung down and through the seeing- hole and landed on a thick covering of floating- throat- clogger. In the corner of the closed- in- not- much- space area I found myself in someone was cowering and making sad- choking- noises with no regard for my presence. Whatever it was looked like a red- yellow- meat- sack in that it was colored exactly the same but it didn't smell like one. I was suddenly gripped by a feeling that I couldn't understand. It was as though my chest was closing in on itself and my mist- breath was coming out of me faster than normal. Oh my brothers, your friend and humble narrator, was afraid of this weeping form. I reached out one of my flesh- slashers and oh so lightly touched the sad- choking- noise- making thing. In a flash of flesh- rippers and red- world- seers I was pinned to the ground with a speed and strength that I had always thought was the sole province of myself and my ground- shaking- earth- breaker brothers. I looked at it and it looked at me. I saw something in those eyes that I had not seen for a long time. We looked at each other for a long time. Then the faster- and- stronger- than- me- sad- noise- maker stopped straddling me and stood up. It offered me a hand now devoid of flesh- slashers and I took it . We stood face to face. The faster- and- stronger- than- me- sad- noise- maker looked nothing like it had a moment ago. Where a powerful comrade had stood there now stood a being who in form resembled one of the red- yellow- meat- sacks but who smelled quite different. Her scent (for in some part of my mind I knew that this was what I should associate her with) had suddenly become heavy and... rather intoxicating. My mind began to clear and suddenly I knew why she smelled so good and what it implied that I should do. She was a head smaller than me so I had to lean down to kiss her. Our lips crashed together so hard it hurt. I pulled back surprised. I had not felt pain ever since I had become one of them. I went in again softer and more ready this time she leaned her head back and met me once again. I pushed my longer than average tongue past her fangs and met hers in a whirlwind of passionate slashes and jabs. As our mouthes became glued together she wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her thin waist and pulled her close to me. We continued our silent battle until my mind told me that it was time to go farther. Retracting my claws I slipped my hands down lower and gripped her buttocks. She whimpered slightly into my mouth and ground her hips against the crotch of my pants which were feeling very tight right now. Reaching a hand into my jeans she spun me around and slammed me against a wall. She wrapped a hand around my erection and began to stroke. Now it was my turn to suck in a breath as a part of me that I had assumed long since defunct reacted to her touch and sent a rippling wave up my back. My reaction seemed to excite her even more because she continued her ministrations at an ever increasing rate of speed. I slid down the wall into a sitting position and she slid my jeans down to my knees. I saw through a haze of pleasure that she was taking in the sight of my rather large member as she continued to pleasure me. Then I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time as well. A pressure pooling a the base of my spine and every muscle in my cock striving to hold back the flood that threatened to over flow. But the pleasure was too great and suddenly my seed was flowing out of me like water from a levy. It splashed onto her face and the floor while I panted. She touched a finger to her face and scraped a little off of it. She put the finger in her mouth and began to suck. Her face lit up and she licked the rest off of her face. I was beyond being disgusted at this point. When I was alive no one had ever so much as looked at me much less given me a handjob. I didn't really get to congratulate myself though because I felt her breath on the tip of my dick and looked down. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and dancing around the tip of my member. Like some bizarre species of mushroom my dick rose from its previously limp state and became fully erect again. As she teased the tip of my cock with her tongue I reached down under her dress and ran a finger along the slit in her legs. She moaned and leaned her head to the side as her head descended a little further. I moved my finger up and down as though tracing a line and I on the fifth repetition of this I hit a small bump at the top of my ark. This caused her to gasp and move her head down even lower so that she was kissing the tip of my penis. I continued my previous revolutions but began using my thumb to flick the bump every third time my finger came close to it. She gasped and took a fourth of my member into her mouth. Her warm tongue stroked my shaft again as she began to bob her head up and down. I could feel the pressure building again so ever so slowly I slipped a finger into her slit and began to move it in and out. Again she moaned and he sucked faster now taking half of me into her mouth and making her tongue move faster. I suddenly felt daring and slipped a second finger inside her and increased my speed. Now she took the rest of me into her mouth and moved even faster. In response I slipped in a third finger and moved even faster. She made little squeaks as I drove her further to climax. Her hands shot to my thighs and she dragged them down my legs, leaving bloody scores that healed over almost as soon as they had been made. Then as the pressure became too much once again I felt her tighten around my fingers and I heard her shriek as she released a spray of sweet smelling liquid just as I shot my seed into her mouth. She was panting when she released me, licking her lips, and I could see that the same sweet smelling liquid was running down her leg in little rivers. In the back of my mind I realized that it was my turn to be in control. I leaped forward and tackled her to the ground. As we rolled I noticed that she was not as strong as she once was... but she was still stronger by far than myself. She ended up straddling me and I ended up flat on my back. Her eyes were red and gleaming, not with feral anger, but with lust. She reached down and grabbed me as she positioned her dripping wet entrance above my cock. Slowly she lowered herself down until she was a centimeter away. She then put her hands on my chest in a push up position. Only then did she impale herself on my shaft. I groaned in ecstasy along with her as she slowly moved up and down, up and down. It was so warm and wet inside her. She began to move faster, bouncing up and down on my dick. Each time she came down there was a wet slapping sound and some of her juices spilled onto my thighs and the dusty floor. Once more I could feel the pressure at the base of my spine and once more the muscles in my member were contracting in a desperate attempt to hold back my sperm. I roared as I shot my sperm deep inside her and she screeched as her insides contracted around me, coating my member with even more of the sweet smelling liquid. I lay on my back as she milked the seed from my member with her insides. Then she collapsed onto my chest panting and closed her eyes. I too was tired out but... the stronger- and- faster- than- me- sad- noise- maker was using me as a sleep- spot and I couldn't remember why. I also couldn't remember why I was lying on my back and feeling so tired that I could hardly move. I put the matter aside and closed my eyes, drifting into my sleep vision stories.

Staff Sergeant Louis Fox had seen a lot of terrifying things in his life. He had seen innocent men and women morph into blood-thirsty killers in front of his eyes. He had just seen his entire squad torn apart in front of his eyes as he ran away. But nothing had scared him as much as what he had just witnessed. Two zombies, creatures who were dead in every sense but one, had just fucked each other in a room in the abandoned building that he had fled to. If they were fucking then maybe they could breed. And if they could breed... Now he was scared. As quietly as he could he crept to the stairwell and descended. He slung his gun over his shoulder and walked outside. Once checking to see if the coast was clear he began running full tilt towards the nearest solid looking structure he could find. He intended to hide on the buildings roof and hopefully reach Mercy Hospital where the helicopter was supposed to land and submit his disturbing findings to the first high ranking officer that he saw. But first he needed to find some help.