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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 15:49:12 GMT -7
I pushed her against the wall. A slight vibration above me caught my attention. Zoey apparently did not hear a thing. Looking up, I growled. Then looking down at Zoey, I pressed my lips to her neck. Growling. She was mine, I would not hesitate to pop a few skulls to prove it.
My pants found themselves undone, and I was free. The warm elevator air greeted me, as well as Zoeys hand. She was warm and inviting. Gently massaging me in her grip as her lips met mine. I was thicker, and I had no idea why. The blood flow was enormous. I was twitching in her hands, and dripping for her. My hands found themselves all over her body. One was clasped onto her butt, and along her thigh. The other shoved its way up her shirt. Gripping her breast. My fingers then found her nipple. Playing with it, making it hard and needing attention. Like me..
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 15:59:09 GMT -7
He was everywhere, my whole body rushing to tingle as he touched it, leaving me with wonderful feelings all over where his hands had been. We did not have very long, maybe a few thrusts at most. And I didn’t want to wait. If I was going to die, I was going to die satisfied. Undoing my own pants I pushed my pink panties aside and lisfted my shirt over my breasts, my nipples hard and tender for him. The medication was affecting him, and it was subconsciously affecting me as well. I tried to pull him inside of me, leaving his tip at my wet lips, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and gripping tightly. “You have 18 floors left...” I whispered, licking his ear again and placing little kisses down his neck before biting his shoulder, sinking my teeth in after brushing aside his vest.
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 16:08:57 GMT -7
I growled. It was not enough time. My body was on fire. I picked her up with one hand, and penetrated her quickly. Balancing her on my rod, I shoved it in deep. Picking her back up, I pulled hr across the elevator, and slammed her against the doors. Smashing my fist into the Elevators "stop" button. Pressing the door close button to make sure we did not get any visitors. We were stopped on the 16th floor, and she was mine. Her legs were dangling in the air, and I was in front of her. Pushing into her with ferocity. My lips locked onto hers, my tongue exploring her mouth, and toying with hers. She moaned out every time I hit her back wall, and her nipples got harder with time. My lips rushed to them. Giving them the attention they desired. Suckling them so quickly. Zoey seemed out of breath, and a loss at words. She was twitching everywhere. The dripping was never ending. I was making a faucet out of her. Her toes were curled, and her eyes closed. My animal instincts kicking in, I felt myself changing. My eyes turning a dark purple color. My teeth bared. Zoey just stared into my eyes, as I took even more control.
Slamming her body onto the ground, I climbed over top of her. Pushing my member along her pussy, it rubbed against her. Prodding her, begging her for more.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 16:20:39 GMT -7
I didn’t even know what to do. He was an animal, and my body was struggling to react to him. All I could do was moan out for him, cry when he pinched too hard, and leak fluids all over both of us. It was almost like he was changing, but I could have been delusional. He was driving me insane. “More...” I muttered repetativly, feeling my walls ache with the pressure. We weren’t safe in this elevator, but having it stop god knows where was pushing danger limits. My adrenilin made sure I was aware of this. I screamed out in frustration and knelt up, pushing him back and lowering my mouth on to his hard length, sucking and stroking with my wet lips. I was caught between living and satisfying him.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide, “Cum, all over me. Please...” I begged, saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 16:31:09 GMT -7
I clenched my fists tight. I was not satisfied yet. "Alright, but you have to make me cum first" I pushed her face back downwards onto my cock. She gagged on it, and took all of it. She rubbed it with her hands. She was s eager to please me, and it was nice. I was aching. From my head, all the way down my shaft. Up into my testies. She was working for that precious seed, and begged for me to cum all over her. I could do that.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 16:37:45 GMT -7
He wanted me to work for it, and I was trying as hard as I could. I gagged enough to make my throat sore, but he was so big I could not help it. My fingers rubbed the bottom in little circles as my tongue worked the tip, lapping up pre-cum. His hands gripped my hair tightly, pulling roughtly, making tears spring to my eyes as I places little wet kisses down the taunt skin, taking one of his balls in my mouth before going back up to work again. I took him faster, saliva dripping out and down my chin, forming a tiny pool at his feet. I fidgeted, wet between the legs myself. I wanted to taste him.
I looked up as I worked, watching him clench his teeth as he moaned in a deep, low growl; an animal. “You’re so hard... please... just cum Francis...” I managed to moan, squeezing tighter and moving my mouth faster for him.
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 16:40:40 GMT -7
Her mouth was so warm, and so inviting. My cock twitched, even though I could go much longer. She wanted it, and she had worked so hard for it. My hands clenched closed, and I felt myself coming to a climax. My hips flexed, and I felt a rushing sensation inside my shaft. I was coming. Growling for her.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 16:47:27 GMT -7
It was faster than I expected, more sudden, and harder to contain. It rushed inside my mouth, hot and bitter, but I forced myself to take it all for him. I was the one who did this and I needed to accept the punishment for it. I swallowed as my mouth filled, and as I did he filled it again. It was harder to swallow the second time. I coughed as he pulled it out, remanants dripping down my chin. On my knees still, looking up at him I smiled before the whole elevator shaft was filled with a high pitched scream more familiar as a hunters cry.
Hunter Grey
When the elevator stopped, I had to scramble to stay on, nearly plummeting off of it as I did. I watch the two go at it, suppressing my own feelings, and the certain mood that radiated from the elevator. As they went at it, I looked up the long shaft and saw my brother poke his head out from one of the higher floors. I smiled and waved, yelling for him. “Brother!!! Down here!!!”
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 17:00:21 GMT -7
She was a mess. All of a sudden, I felt a rush to my head. My eyes quickly returned to a dark brown, and I felt myself calm down. Picking Zoey up off the floor, I looked at her mess. Cleaning her off with a cloth I had pulled from my bag. She pulled her hand away from me, and started to lick herself clean. She was so sexy. While admiring her, I heard a screech come from above us. Followed by another one. There were more than one, and they were communicating. Again, Zoey must not have heard them. Quickly grabbing my rifle, I punched the elevator start button again. Taking a couple of shots upwards, the screeches subsided. Looking back down at Zoey, she was clean, and sitting with her hands in her lap. She was tired, and out of breath. I leaned down to her, and gave her a kiss on the lips. She put her hands on my chin, and returned the favor. The red display lit up 27, and we grabbed our stuff and prepared for the stop.
Hunter Vici "OH! IDIOT!" I gasped under my breath. Quickly bringing my finger to my lips to silence him. He fell quiet, and rolled his eyes. Ripping put a chunk of steel from the wall, I pelted him in the head with it. The chunk bounced off his head, and bounced away from the elevator. Hopefully he will learn eventually. He was watching them the whole time, making strange faces. He was confused, but I could not see what was going on. The strange smell of sweat was in the air. The man was definitly a force to be reckoned with. His muscles bulged like no human I had ever seen. The woman was definitly intimidated by him. As the elevator came near the final floor, I lept down. Landing on the elevator silently. I peered inwards.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 26, 2009 17:13:46 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
I was lucky the bullets had not penetrated the steel of the roof as the human shot, but as I paid attention to him, a huge chunk of metal was thrown at me by my brother, colliding with my head. I screeched at him, startling the humans more. As we came closer he pounced down beside me, both of us growling and glaring at each other. “Don’t throw things at me! Jerk!” I yelled, angry with him. And, just as the humans stepped out of the elevator, the girl in front and the man behind, I shoved my brother down the hole behind them. He landed less than graceful with a thud behind him as I laughed.
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Post by Francis on Mar 26, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -7
Leaping off of my feet, my attention turned behind me quickly. Rushing the creature, it had no time to react. As if it had not planned on dropping in. Something must have gone wrong. Shoving the creature to the ground, I quickly put my shoe to his throat. Ordering zoey to hold it at gunpoint. She did as she was told, placing the shogun to the beasts temple. Leaping upward, I grabbed a handful of what I thought was hair. Pulling into the elevator, another hunter. This one had his hood up however, and had striking blond hair. He looked almost human. Except his eyes were piercing, his fangs and claws bearing. Pushing him against a wall, I looked them over. I was curious.
Hunter Vici Taking a swift arm to my back, I tumbled into the elevator. I landed on my hands and feet, but was quickly rushed by the man. He was so powerful, and so agile. I had no time to react. He quickly had me on the ground. Then the girl had a gun to my head. I was ordered not to move. My brother was quickly discovered and pulled into the mess. If he had only listened, we wouldn't be in this mess. Pinned against the elevator wall, he started to chuckle. His blond hair was unmistakable. He was definitely laughing manically. Did he perhaps have an idea?
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Kass
Smoker
Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on Mar 29, 2009 23:56:31 GMT -7
I patched the stranger up as best as I could. The shards of glass have been removed and I managed to wrap most of the deeper cuts. He now slumbers in a corner. I roll up my hoodie and set it under his head as some kind of makeshift pillow.
Paul remains quiet, sparing glances at me every so often. "How is he?"
"A bit banged up. Well, a bit is an understatement but he should be alright after some rest. We need to move though, as soon as possible."
He only nods in response. Paul's eyes go back to the door, no doubt waiting for something to try to disturb us.
I find myself curling up against the wall, wrapping my arms around myself. I wait for the dreams to take me.
It doesn't take long.
This was not the brother I remembered. This was not Steven. His green eyes, once so vibrant, were now fogged over and saw straight into me. His cheeks were sunken in and his skin was almost grey. A low growl emitted from his throat. I backed away from him. I could have sworn I heard him laugh. "Do you fear me, sister?" The words wouldn't come out. He stalked closer. "Don't you trust me? I would never, ever hurt you." "B-back off." My hands shake and I almost trip over myself. "Come here, Kass. Come to me." His hands reached out. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. So close. He was too close.
I wake up with a start. My heart is racing and I feel chills go up my spine. I look around the room, almost expecting to see him there. Instead there's just the three of us. I wrap my arms around myself and feel Paul look at me.
I freeze for a moment. Maybe this isn't rational. Maybe this will cause more harm than good. Too hell with shyness.
I stand up and cross the room then settle on the floor beside him. He seems a little puzzled but remains quiet for the moment.
I pick through my words, choosing as best as I can.
"I don't expect anything from you. I won't ask much of you except for this. Just let me be here beside you. I'd rather not face these dreams alone."
My heart is almost choking me, waiting for the pain once more. It doesn't come. I lean against him and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel him look down at me and I like to think he whispers something but I'm already falling back asleep.
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Paul
Boomer
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Post by Paul on Mar 30, 2009 7:32:11 GMT -7
There was something about her. Definitely something wrong. She seemed restless in her sleep. Troubling dreams perhaps. When she woke up, though, there was...
She came over and sat next time, obviously full of anxiety. She stared into my eyes for a minute before saying, "I don't expect anything from you. I won't ask much of you except for this. Just let me be here beside you. I'd rather not face these dreams alone."
She leans on me. Again, I feel that peculiar warmth, that emotion that tries to break free. It was......pleasant. "Your not alone." I whisper, only to see her fast asleep.
I stare at her for a little while longer. I cannot shake it out of my mind. My hand flows slowly and caresses her face. Only once.
I sit and listen.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 30, 2009 8:10:29 GMT -7
Hunter Vici
"Heh.... heh... heheheheh...." I smirked, lowering my head as I laughed, and then raised it and looked straight at the human. I still looked human, and perhaps I still was human. This was going to work towards our advantage. I smiled and waved my hand at him and then spoke in clear English, my own accent still present in my words. "That was quite nice. You can let me go now, you don't know how nice it is to see other people around here." I allowed him to keep me pinned against the wall, not making any aggressive moves; we were in a bad situation as it was. I raised my hands in a surrender and looked him straight in the eyes, glad the infection had not tainted my human looks.
I was newly turned...
Zoey
I looked back and forth between the hunters and noticed the differences. They did look the same, but the one that spoke English looked quite human. They were tattered the same, and looked battle worn, but that didn't mean Francis and I didn't either. The one under Francis' foot began to snarl and I gripped my gun tighter. "What are you doing with this hunter?!" I yelled at the other one. He looked towards me, his eyes very familliar, but I could not remember from where. "He... is my brother..." he muttered quietly. Was he sacrificing his humanity to be with his zombie brother? Now that... was love...
I looked at Francis, unsure of what to do.
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Erik
Horde
Smilie Face.
No, you don't win.
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Post by Erik on Mar 30, 2009 10:02:00 GMT -7
My eyes flicker open, groaning softly, trying to shift myself up. I prop myself up against the wall, and hold my head in my hands, feeling completely drained, before lifting it up a bit and looking around. This wasn't the hallway I was in, no, this was an odd room. I groan again, slowly feeling the pain get to me as I look around, trying to figure out where I am. My eyes trail across the room before resting upon that two figures I had saw in the hall earlier. My eyes became wide, as I tried to move one of my hands to my pocket, looking for my dagger, feeling the sharp pain returning even faster as my hand shifts around inside ther pocket.
My hand finally finds the dagger as I prop myself up even more, staring directly at the tall male figure. I hold the dagger by the blade, finally standing up, my body facing him as I yell "Hey, you!" I see him look towards me, with a slightly puzzled look as I toss the dagger at him, barely missing his left shoulder, a sudden surge of pain coming from both of my arms, knocking me back to the ground. I groan once again, mumbling, my vision becoming blurry as I try to look at him again, before closing my eyes, unconscious yet again, blood slowly seeping through the fabric covering my wounds, rolling down to drip onto the hoodie beneath me.
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