Harem Apocalypse: Every Moan Levels Us Up!

May’s arms were around my neck, her body pressed flush against mine. The second-floor balcony was open to the night, one entire wall missing, giving us a sweeping view of the moonlit square below.

Hundreds of infected stood motionless in the silver light like a silent, macabre audience, pale figures frozen mid-step, heads tilted, mouths slightly open. The wind moved gently through the ruined building, carrying the faint scent of dust and distant decay.

She looked up at me, her blonde hair catching the moonlight, eyes dark and certain.

"I’ve dreamt about this moment a hundred times," she whispered.

I slid my hands down her waist, feeling the curve of her hips through the fabric of her skirt. She was warm, alive, a stark contrast to the cold stillness of the city around us. I leaned in slowly and kissed her.

It started soft, just lips brushing, testing, remembering. Then deeper. Her mouth opened for me, tongue meeting mine with a slow, deliberate hunger. She tasted faintly sweet, like the last traces of the meal we’d shared hours ago. I pulled her closer, one hand moving up her back, the other slipping under the hem of her skirt to grip the bare skin of her thigh.

May let out a small, breathy sound against my mouth. She pressed her body tighter against me, her breasts soft against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat, quick but steady.

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin just below her ear. She tilted her head, giving me more access. My hand slid higher under her skirt, finding the edge of her underwear. I traced the line of it with my fingers, feeling her shiver.

"Take it off," she whispered.

I hooked my fingers under the fabric and slowly pulled her underwear down her legs. She lifted one foot, then the other, letting me remove them completely. I tucked them into my pocket without thinking. She smiled at that.

I turned her gently so her back was against the remaining half-wall of the balcony. The moonlight lit her face perfectly, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded with want. I dropped to my knees in front of her.

I pushed her skirt up slowly, bunching the fabric at her hips. She was bare underneath now, smooth and glistening in the cool night air. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then higher, taking my time. Her breathing changed when my mouth finally reached her. I licked her slowly, savoring the taste, the warmth, the way her hips twitched when I found the right spot.

May’s hand went into my hair, fingers tightening. "Like that..." she breathed.

I took my time, savoring every inch of her. My hands held her thighs open, spreading her wider as I lowered my mouth to her glistening pussy.

I started with long, slow licks, my flat tongue dragging from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her swollen clit in one unhurried stroke. Her taste was sweet and musky, coating my tongue as I licked her again and again, spreading her slick juices across her folds and my lips.

Her outer lips were puffy and slick, parting easily under my tongue. I licked deeper, tracing the delicate inner folds, lapping up the fresh wetness that kept leaking from her tight entrance. Then I shifted focus, swirling my tongue in slow, tight circles around her clit, pressing just enough to feel it throb against the tip of my tongue. I alternated between those focused circles and broad, wet licks that covered her entire pussy, never rushing, letting the pleasure build in thick, rolling waves.

While my mouth worked, I slid one finger inside her. She was incredibly hot and wet — her velvety walls clenched tightly around the single digit as I pushed it deep, curling it upward to stroke that sensitive spongy spot on her front wall. I rubbed it gently but firmly, feeling her inner muscles flutter and squeeze in response. Her juices coated my finger completely, dripping down toward my palm.

I added a second finger, stretching her open as both slid into her soaked heat. I curled them together, stroking that same spot in a steady, rhythmic motion while my tongue kept circling her clit.

The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping slowly into her drenched pussy mixed with the soft lapping of my tongue. She was getting even wetter, creamy arousal leaking out around my fingers with every curl and thrust, running down her ass and soaking the sheets beneath her.

Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, the muscles quivering as she fought to keep them open for me. The sounds she made were quiet but raw, soft, breathy gasps that turned into low, desperate moans, each one carried away by the distant wind rustling through the night.

I looked up at her while I worked, my mouth still sealed around her clit and my fingers buried deep inside her. Her head was tilted back, exposing the graceful line of her throat. Her lips were parted, breathing ragged, and the moonlight painted her face in cool silver, highlighting the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyelids fluttered half-closed in ecstasy. She was beautiful like this, completely lost in the feeling, her body arching, hips rolling slowly against my tongue and fingers, utterly present and surrendered to the pleasure.

When her legs started shaking harder, I stood up. I turned her around, her hands bracing against the half-wall, looking out over the silent infected below. I pulled her skirt up over her hips again, exposing her fully. She arched her back for me, offering herself.

I moved my hands over her skin, slow, appreciative. My palms glided warmly from the delicate curve of her neck, fingertips brushing lightly at first, feeling the soft, smooth texture under my touch as her muscles relaxed. Downward they traveled, tracing the elegant line of her spine, each vertebra visible beneath her flushed skin as her back arched slightly in response.

I followed every gentle curve of her ribs, my fingers spreading out to feel the warm, supple flesh dipping between each bone, her breathing visible in the subtle rise and fall of her torso. Lower still, my hands reached the swell of her hips, cupping the full, rounded shape, thumbs pressing into the soft padding there as I savored the feminine contour.

I squeezed her ass gently, my fingers sinking into the firm yet yielding cheeks, kneading the smooth, warm flesh so that it dimpled under my grip, her skin turning a faint pink from the pressure.

Then I slid my fingers between her legs again, parting her thighs just enough to expose her. I felt how wet she was, her pussy lips were swollen, glistening with slick arousal that coated my fingertips instantly in a hot, slippery sheen. She pushed back against my hand with a soft whimper, her hips rolling slowly, pressing her soaked folds more firmly onto my exploring fingers.

My middle and index fingers traced the length of her slick slit visually, parting the puffy outer lips to reveal the shiny pink inner folds dripping with her wetness. I rubbed slowly up and down, spreading her juices so they glistened on her skin and my hand, her clit peeking out swollen and sensitive at the top with every pass.

The obscene wet sounds of her arousal filled the air as I teased her entrance, dipping just the tips inside her tight, clenching hole before sliding back up, coating everything in her creamy slickness.

Below us, the others moved like shadows across the debris-strewn ground, bent low and stepping with agonizing care. Searching for the fallen keys without a sound—flashlights hooded and dim, breath held, every motion deliberate to avoid disturbing the hundreds of motionless zombies standing packed around them like pale, rotting sentinels.

I released my belt with a quiet metallic click. The belt loosened, the strap sliding free through the loops of my pants with a soft whisper of leather on fabric.

At the same moment, May began removing her clothes. Her hands moved to the waistband of her skirt first. Fingers hooked beneath the thin material, pulling it downward over the curve of her hips. The fabric clung for a moment to her sweat-damp skin before sliding lower, inch by inch, revealing everything. She shifted her weight from one knee to the other, letting the skirt pool around her ankles before kicking it aside. The cotton landed with a barely audible rustle on the gritty surface.

Her shirt came next. She grasped the hem and drew it upward in one long, continuous motion. The fabric peeled away from her torso, exposing the delicate ladder of her ribs, the soft underside of her breasts, then finally lifting over her head. Her blonde hair caught briefly in the collar before falling back down in a tousled cascade across her bare shoulders. The discarded shirt joined the skirt, a small pile of shadow and fabric at the edge of my vision.

The night wind moved gently around us, cool against our heated skin. The infected below remained perfectly still, hundreds of pale, unblinking witnesses to something they could never understand.

May shifted forward on all fours, arching her back deeply. She drifted her ass higher toward me, full and smooth under the moonlight, then braced her legs wide apart.

The motion revealed everything, the glistening wetness already coating her swollen folds, the delicate pink flesh catching the moonlight, her arousal visibly trailing in a slow, thin strand down the inside of one thigh.

Her hands planted firmly on the gritty rooftop ledge, fingers spread. She looked back over her shoulder at me, blonde hair tumbling across her face, eyes heavy with raw anticipation, lips parted.

I was rock hard and ready.

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A/N: Before anyone says anything, yes, there are approximately a thousand zombies standing around while this is happening. In my defense, May has been waiting for this moment since Hogsby and probability manipulation is apparently a terrifyingly powerful ability.

On a more serious note, thank you to everyone still reading. This book has reached the point where I’m starting to feel the weight of writing it every day. I still love the story and I still enjoy these characters, but some days it feels like I’m throwing Chapters into the void and hoping they land somewhere.

So if you’ve been reading quietly, thank you. If you’ve left a comment, thank you even more. Every comment genuinely helps more than you probably realize.