Tongued

Chapter 1

It was a bit quiet, but I was alone, so that could've easily meant something bad was on the way. I kept every sense open to help ensure my safety, knowing that that only gave me a sliver of a margin of error. It was dark, and that wasn't helping the situation any. I couldn't see, couldn't hear much, and smell sure as hell wasn't going to help me. Only thing left was touch. That isn't exactly good when you're talkin' zombies.

That day, however, it wasn't necessarily bad, either. I could hear the coughing of a smoker, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't discern where the coughing was coming from before I felt his tongue. It pulled me to him, but that's where the normalcy ended. Instead of ripping my flesh to shreds, he ripped my clothes. Once I was stripped, he shot his tongue out. It was cold and slimy, and he snaked it over my shoulder, between my breasts, and down between my legs.

I struggled slightly, and he dug his claws into me. He undid his pants, and out of the corner of my eyes I could see his arousal. He was long and hard, and ready to rape me. I gulped softly, but remembered what happened when I struggled. I decided that it would be best to simply let what may happen, and hopefully maybe enjoy it a little. It's not rape if you like it, is it? It shouldn't be...

I felt his tongue force into my panties, and moaned as he rubbed against me. It wasn't a raping tongue, rather somewhat loving, as if admiring my body. I turned to face him, and gasped softly when I saw him. He didn't give off a whole lot of smoke, and he didn't have the boils on his skin. He looked rather handsome, and if he had just ran after me and worked at it, I probably would've let him do this. Though he didn't I still couldn't help but feel somewhat hypnotized by his eyes. They were a luminescent ocean blue, with some highlights of purple.

I was so mesmerized that I didn't notice his tongue pushing into me really. I let out a loud moan when I did, though. I continued to looked at him, and I saw his hand move down to his waist, and grip himself. It slowly clicked in my mind that he wasn't going to rape me. In a way, he kinda was admiring my body. His tongue slowly crept into me, but stopped fairly early in. He pulled his tongue out of me, and just rubbed it on the outside, which was still sufficient to make me moan quite a bit.

I saw his hand move along himself slowly, he was jacking off to him tonguing me. It crossed my mind for a few seconds that he was doing that instead of raping me. I don't know exactly what came over me, but I decided that I would pay him back for that. I crouched in front of him. I gently pried his hand from his self, and replaced it with mine. I kissed him gently, then wrapped my lips around the head, running my tongue over it. He tasted... odd, but a good odd. I would eat him if he was on my plate, I'll just say.

I started sucking on him gently, still tonguing at the head. I looked up at him to find his eyes closed, and he moaned. He continued to tongue me, and I continued to tongue him. We both started to reach our limits quickly, and I felt his warm fluids pump into me. If I thought he tasted good, his seed was 200 times better. There was a good deal too. I found myself licking it all up off of him, then pulled off. He did the equivalent for me, then looked in my eyes, and ran away. I was left naked in the cold, dark street.

But I forged on. I got my things, not bothering with my shredded clothes, instead just getting my gun and holding my ammo in one hand. I headed for where I saw the most lights, figuring that either the zombies had somehow made a big lure, or it was the evac. Yet, I didn't make it there. I made it a few blocks away, all the while having a feeling of being watched. I couldn't see anyone when I looked around, though, so I decided it was just me running on almost no sleep.

I encountered a Tank, and a Hunter at the same time. I could hear a Smoker faintly, as well. I knew I was screwed, so I backed myself agaisnt the wall of the nearby warehouse, and waited to die. But it didn't come. I heard the scream of the Hunter, saw him leaping at me, then felt a wet, slimy organ wrap around me. It was the Smoker. He'd saved me. But once again, there was little normalcy. He pulled me up the wall to the roof, then helped me up. It was the same one who'd raped-yet-not-raped me.

I looked at him, the face striking me as handsome again. "Did you follow me?"

He frowned slightly, and nodded shamefully. He opened his mouth to talk, but the Hunter's scream washed out what he said. I whirled around to see the Hunter headed for me again. This time, the Smoker didn't save me. The Hunter landed on me, and cut a deep gash in my stomach. I screamed in pain, then heard struggling sounds as the Smoker fought the Hunter. I couldn't see what was going on, the blood loss combined with the lack of sleep gave me tunnel vision closing fast. The last thing I saw was the Smoker's concerned face looking at me.