Undead Fleshcrave: The Zombie Trigger (37 page)

Silence seeped in again as she dragged hard on her cigarette, the tip of it glowing with a bright orange ember, then she added more.

“I just wanted to tell you that. I could tell it was worrying you, I could see it on your face. That’s all I want to go into now, that was more than enough spilling of my tales of woe to you.”

I was fearing it was going to be worse, a whole lot worse!
Seth said to himself, but he didn’t voice that to her. After all, what she’d relayed to him was bad enough, for her it was terrible and what she’d gone through was something not to be wished upon anybody. He was just swamped in relief to find that his deepest darkest fears for her hadn’t fully eventuated, though the life she’d lived through was the stark opposite of a picnic.

“Besides,” Scarlett spoke up. “I didn’t just bring us out here to talk about morbid pasts, get a bit of space away from all the noise and bustle, and eat our food. I didn’t come here just for that.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-MORPHING INTO PRIMAL

“Oh?” Seth almost bit the butt of his cigarette in half. “Really?”

“Yeah,” She stubbed her smoke out, swirling it around in a little circle in a patch of dirt until it was extinguished, and then she flicked the butt away. Knowing almost instinctively that he would be required to do likewise, Seth did so, tossing it away when its spark was gone.

Scarlett then shifted, in one smooth fluid movement. One second she was sitting next to him on the grass, the next she was swinging astride him, her knees landing either side of his outstretched legs. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket and she sought out his mouth with hers, her tongue plunging between his lips with a fervent authority he was becoming thrillingly accustomed to. There was the taste of tobacco on her lips, but he didn’t find it unpleasant or off putting at all. After all, he obviously tasted the same, and what was more, nothing could possibly detract from the wonderful sensation of her kissing him so enthusiastically, her body grinding against his.

Thick locks of her hair slapped against his cheeks, the scent of her perfume wafting sweet and intoxicating into his nostrils, and he brought his own hands up to clasp her buttocks as she straddled him, pulling her closer, if that was even physically possible. Temporarily, he had the irrational hope he didn’t have a piece of lettuce or something stuck between his front teeth, but it seemed inconsequential even if he did.

Like all the other women in the entourage, she’d opted to wear black leather pants and as he slid his grasping fingers onto her shapely behind, he felt how snug and perfectly fitting they were, clinging to her like a smooth second skin.

Had she elected to wear a skirt, Seth imagined he would have had hands all over her bare buttocks, clad only in thong underwear underneath that garment, but he understood her logic for going with the pants or jeans option. If things nosedived into a downwards spiral tonight and undead crowds starting swarming Blackwater Park in plague proportions, nobody wanted any loose-fitting clothing or garments that would be easier to grab onto and bring one to a calamitous end. With that in mind, he pondered how sensible it was with all of his friends having long hair, some with swinging chains and whatnot on their clothing, other things which could act as leverage for zombie fiends to reel them in.

Then, more importantly, he wondered why the hell he was concerning himself with the hows and what ifs of undead beasts bringing them down at this very point in time when the sensual body of Scarlett’s was crushed to his, the scintillating heat of her groin resting atop his, her breasts firm against his chest, her tongue down his throat and her hands now inside his jacket, stroking up and down his back. She was moving rhythmically atop him too, her thighs clasping his and the centre of heat between her legs was intentionally being rubbed against him. Accordingly, Seth felt himself stiffen, pushing insistently against the prison of his jeans, aching to be freed.

Scarlett broke the fevered mouth contact and brought her mouth close to his ear, her hot breath tickling him, causing strands of his hair to dance in its breeze.

“Figured out what else I came here for?” She whispered.

“I have a pretty fair idea,” Seth answered, his hands sliding along her back, keeping her body measured against his.

She leaned backwards, propping herself on him, still deliberately grinding herself up and down on his burgeoning erection, and if it had anywhere to go it would have been literally throbbing and jerking of its own accord. She removed her hands from his back, sliding out from under his jacket and bringing them down to her waist, slowly but surely trailing them over her body to the centre where her button and zipper were located. Smiling lasciviously as she did it, her face still shrouded in shadows, but visible enough to Seth’s eyes, accustomed to the dusk, she unfastened the button of her pants and unzipped them.

Now she stood up swiftly, and still with those fluid movements making her look sinuous and blatantly sexual all at once, Scarlett slithered from that second leather skin, shoving the garment down the smooth planes of her thighs.

With his own thighs freed temporarily from the hot grip of her legs clamping his, Seth didn’t hesitate to fumble for his own belt and zipper, rushing to unleash his pulsating cock. With her pants pushed down to just under her knees, Scarlett kneeled on the grass before him, the naked skin exposed by her unveiling pale against the black of her clothing and her eager fingers clutched his jeans in tandem with his scrabbling efforts to be free of them. She tugged at them with a fervour that was surprising and intensely arousing as well, not that he needed any further assistance in becoming aroused; his throbbing organ already felt as though it wouldn’t have much trouble drilling its way through a solid slab of concrete, should for some reason that bizarre request be made of him.

His jeans and boxers came down his thighs with relative ease once his clumsy fingers  managed to get his belt, complete with its numerous spiked studs, wide open and his zipper safely down before his cock sprang free. He lifted his butt as Scarlett yanked his clothing down and then dropped back down into the grass, feeling stalks and leafy matter against his skin, fleetingly hopeful that a stray stick wasn’t under him and about to go up his ass.

With that done, Scarlett crawled up him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust, her lips curved in a wicked smile, a hand momentarily reaching down to caress his hard penis as she progressed, the brief touch of her fingers enough to flare titillating thrills through him.

“I see somebody doesn’t exactly require any oral stimulation to get ready,” she teased as she kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Not exactly, no,” Seth conceded. “But I’m sure as hell not averse to the idea of you providing oral stimulation.”

Scarlett touched a finger to his lips.

“Maybe next time. We probably should make this one a quickie. Hard and fast.”

Seth had no problem with that. The way his loins were feeling right now, it was going to be a quickie regardless of whether they were outside in the cool night air of Blackwater Park or back in the Kathaarian suite hidden from any potential voyeuristic eyes.

The way she had her pants, not quite down all the way or off altogether, made Seth question how this was going to work, but he really only had to have that query in his head for the sliver of a second; Scarlett already had this planned out.

She pushed her hands against his chest and forced him backwards, and he went with the flow, laying prone on his back in the grass, the stuff still pricking and tickling his bare ass. She slithered right up his body, her breasts rubbing against his face for a brief moment, covered by her tight black shirt, but still enough to cause another jerk of excitement from his penis. She continued slipping upwards though, dragging her lithe sexy form right up his prone figure until the moist heat of her pussy was sliding over his face. Quite deliberately, she wiggled her hips as she did this, thrusting against him ever so briefly, and then she was off him, entirely.

“Come on,” she urged, and twisting his head around, grass tangling in the long waves of his hair, Seth saw her on all fours in the grass just above the top of his cranium, glancing back over her shoulder. In a heartbeat he was hauling himself up onto his knees in the grass, forcing the tangle of his boxers and jeans down just a little further to give himself a fraction more freedom of movement, then he moved quickly on his knees across the ground coming up between her splayed calves.

He assumed that like him, she too needed nothing in the way of oral stimulation, so he shifted in even closer and felt the delightful heat radiating off her, touch his cock as he did so. With both hands caressing and squeezing the inviting globes of her bare pink inverted heart ass, his erect organ came into contact with the wetness between her thighs, and as it slid in her slipperiness, it jutted upwards, the engorged head gently prodding against the tight pucker of the rosebud between her ass cheeks.

“Might be an idea to save the back door entry for another night,” Scarlett advised with a throaty chuckle, and the mere suggestion that she wasn’t entirely ruling out the possibility of engaging in those activities some time almost caused Seth to shoot his load all over her back. Fortunately for him, he didn’t, or the quickie would have just become a non-event, and he sure as fuck didn’t want that embarrassment. He wanted to be buried inside her deep, enveloped snug in that tight, hot, slick tunnel.

Reaching down, he grasped his shaft, and altering trajectory, guided himself into the inviting wet folds, eliciting a moan of approval from her as he entered and then glided right into her. She thrust back against him almost instantaneously, swallowing him up in her, and now he returned both hands to the oscillating curves of her buttocks, gripping them with the same fervour she’d displayed removing his clothing as he began to stroke, hard and fast as she’d suggested.

The mere notion that the pair of them were essentially out in the open, despite being shrouded in the shadows of multiple trees, and vulnerable to being subject to the vision of anybody else who wandered away from the main hub of musical activity, was fraught with a nervous excitement that heightened both the pleasure and the urgency, and Seth fucked Scarlett with a vehemence to match that urgency. She responded in kind, slamming her ass back against him, and their individual noises merged together in a soundtrack of sex, underpinned by the rhythmic slap of their naked flesh connecting rapidly.

It was the classic epitome, both in terms of the speed it was carried out and the duration it lasted. The furious motion of her ramming herself back against him, driving her ass back hard to meet his thrusts and engulf his slick organ each time he penetrated deep yielded a shuddering shaking climax from him in very little time and, as had been the case last night, the onset of his ejaculation brought forth her own orgasm. Her slippery wet passage constricted its muscles in a firm grip around his spasming erection as he shot hot bursts of release into her, and he gripped her right around the waist with his arms as he kept pumping into her to ensure she wrenched maximum enjoyment out of her own climax, kissing her between the shoulder blades until they eventually both stilled their frantic movements.

Releasing his tight hold from around her waist, Seth straightened up again and reluctantly started to withdraw his still rigid cock from her. Temporarily, she clutched her vaginal walls around him, holding him trapped inside for a short period in an impressive display before she relaxed the muscles and allowed him to retract himself. His penis, still aiming skywards, was shiny and wet, liberally coated in a mixture of both of their fluids.

“Probably should have pulled out before I came,” he remarked. “Now you’re going to have to walk around with sticky panties. Didn’t think that one through.”

“If you’d pulled out before you came I would have bitch-slapped you good and proper,” Scarlett came back with. “In case you hadn’t noticed, that very moment when your love gun went off, was what kicked my orgasm into overdrive and I wouldn’t have wanted it going off any other way than that. Besides, didn’t you notice how many extra napkins I grabbed from the hamburger stall?”

“Ah, some devious plans were already afoot, were they? I saw that, I just assumed you were a hell of a messy eater and were getting yourself prepared for maximum spillage.”

“Ha-ha! You might want to watch out or that bitch-slap could still be coming your way. Oh, there was maximum spillage all right, just not from the food.”

Seth figured he could probably do with some of those napkins himself, the thought occurring to him belatedly as he struggled to tug his figure back into his boxers. Sticky and slippery, his hard length was having a difficult time being put away, but he managed, following the effort by pulling his jeans back up and straining to zip up. Scarlett was up in a crouch now, attending to the aforementioned spillage of Seth’s deposit and her own juices with a handful of the napkins, and he was momentarily captivated by her nude buttocks, before returning his eyes to dressing himself properly.

As he did, a flicker of furtive movement in the dense thick of the bushes and trees across the path from where he and Scarlett were, caught his attention. He froze for a second, the swollen head of his cock still prodding out the top of his garments. He heard an accompanying rustle, spotted more motion down there, and then as his eyes landed on it, this activity suddenly ceased. As if whoever, or whatever, was there realised the eyes of Seth were upon them, acknowledging that he and Scarlett weren’t so alone.

Quickly, he forced his stubborn erection down into his boxers at an awkward bent angle, pressing its hard sticky figure against the silk fabric. Now that the physical act of sex was over, the illicit thrill of being caught or witnessed in the furious throes of outdoors fucking that drove a heightened pleasure through Seth while he serviced Scarlett from behind was replaced by something more like alarm. At this point, having somebody potentially loitering in the scrub either watching them after fucking, or having watched the whole brief frenetic encounter, was neither sexy nor a turn on; it was infinitely creepy.

He stepped in front of Scarlett, hunkered on her haunches with her luscious bare ass still on display as she finished clean up duty, so his figure obscured any vision of her from whatever unknown voyeur might be lurking in the bushes. As he did so, very plainly announcing to the creeping peeper that he was aware of their presence, there was another rush of movement and then a rustling crashing through the foliage, the person rapidly moving away, departing the scene.