My Goddesses (2)
I'd only meant to touch her lightly. Yeonsu probably thought the same—just a gentle stroke, nothing more.
But I didn't stop. My fingers kept going, up and down, circling the plump flesh in lazy spirals. This wasn't just about savoring the feel. I need to see you enjoy this. That's the message I wanted to drive home. I teased her relentlessly. We'd already done it once, so she was hypersensitive now, her thighs clenching as if she couldn't take it anymore. I wedged my leg between hers to spread them, then pulled her shoulder to make her face me.
Even in the dark, she was embarrassed, covering her face with her hand. I brushed it away and kissed her cheek. Then her lips. My fingers never paused. There was one reason for the kiss: this girl was holding back her moans. But she couldn't hide her ragged breaths. If she came, let me feel it hot against my cheek.
It was getting slicker by the second—so wet it felt like my fingers were dipped in jelly. Up and down, in circles, quick left-right flicks. She gripped my arm tight. Stop, please, no more. I ignored her. Her choked gasps rang in my ear.
Slowly, I eased off. But I didn't pull away, just luxuriated in the slippery warmth, teasing leisurely. That's how I kept caressing her. Finally coming back to her senses, Yeonsu panted and gingerly took my hand.
Should I stop now?
"You said you hadn't slept properly in days, right?"
"...Yeah..."
"Go to sleep."
Even as I said it, I flipped her back down and sucked on her breast. Then I trailed my tongue down her body to her navel, back up to latch onto her nipple and savor it fully. Lips. Earlobe. Lips again. I wasn't sure if Yeonsu realized it—her mind was probably too hazy—but she was sticking out her tongue on her own. When our lips parted, there was that wet smack.
It was still chilly at night, so I got up and pulled the blanket over her. Then I left the bed and the room. She didn't ask where I was going.
First, I hit the bathroom for a satisfying piss and flushed. The girls had damn near used up all the water. The tub was full, buckets nearly another tub's worth, leaving just enough to fill the toilet. I topped it off, then doused myself. I'd sweated buckets. Ah, it's been a while since I held a woman... oh. ...Blood.
Watching those crimson-tinged droplets speckle the bathroom floor gave me a weird rush of satisfaction. I washed up properly, brushed my teeth. Grabbed a drink from the fridge, chugged some for a recharge.
On my way out, the living room was empty. They'd hidden in the small room. I turned off the lights and headed straight there. The door to what used to be my room—I'm coming in, I thought, making sure to shut it with a loud click.
Dark inside. ...Hmm. Tick. The bed was a mound. I flicked on the light, and she curled up like a shrimp.
I stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing the curve. Her ass line was sharp yet soft—perfect. Climbing on, I peeled back the blanket. Feet first. Toes clenched tight. I kept pulling it up: bent knees, then... my shorts. Never thought my shorts could look so damn sexy.
I straightened her knees, stroked the side of her hip, hooked the waistband, and eased them down slow. Thighs clamped shut. Ass not budging. But I got them off. Grabbed her feet, pulled gently to spread her legs military-style, and looked down. A faint fuzz, her mound plump and inviting. Too fucking perfect.
I wedged my knee between her thighs. She'd know it was my leg pressing in. But not that I'd dive right in with my mouth. I licked up the slender slit, then swirled my tongue to tease. She flinched, trying to pull away, so I gripped her hips firm and chased every escape, sucking relentlessly.
She tensed. Legs rigid like logs. I shook my head side to side, kept at it, and the logs softened bit by bit. Blanket over her face, but faint moans leaked out. She'd gasp in shock at her own sounds. Then more moans. Her ass clenched hard, over and over. Each time, she'd try to flee, but I held her hips, pressing her to my face.
When I felt her tremble, I pulled back. The blanket heaved and fell like she was finally catching her breath. I yanked it up fully. Grabbed her T-shirt, shoved it up, and dove for her breasts. Damn, big. Overflowed my hands. I cupped them, kneaded, tongue bathing them till it went numb. Felt so good sucking, I didn't want to stop.
Up to her slender neck. Licked my way, hands sliding under her arms to pin her wrists high like a surrender, stripping the shirt off. Hye-yun's face appeared—flushed crimson, eyes misty. Squeezed shut, avoiding me. Quivering softly.
I left the shirt tangled on her arms, binding her wrists. Leaned in, kissed her ear, pressed my body to hers. Gripped my rock-hard cock, rubbed it teasingly, paused at her soaked entrance.
"...I'm going in."
I whispered, didn't wait for an answer, thrust deep. "Nngh!" She bowed her back, face scrunched. Eyes stayed shut the whole way.
"It's okay now." I whispered. "Nothing scary will happen. I'll make sure of it. Trust me."
Hye-yun tried to cover her face instead of answering. ...No way?
"...Is this your first time?"
She nodded faintly in my arms. Holy shit. Both virgins? What the hell today? Double loot from one raid.
"No boyfriend?"
Nod.
"Why?"
She shook her head. This was getting fun.
"Guess you'll be mine from now on then. Right?"
I started moving. Slow pull out, push in. Rhythmic, leisurely. Part of me wanted to go wild, beast-mode, no holds barred. But first time? That'd hurt like hell. So I took it easy, no rush. Savored fucking her slow. No condom, obviously. Didn't have any. Wouldn't have used it anyway.
Wonder which one gets knocked up first? I wanna impregnate them. Thoughts like that crossed my mind as I listened to her breaths. She stayed quiet—no moans. Must hurt, but amid the pain... yeah, something building. Breaths hitching. Speeding up. Faster still. But I kept it gentle.
Probably the light's on—that's why. Kept trying to hide her face, cheeks blazing red. So embarrassed to be seen? Didn't seem like pain...
Then. Wrapped her legs around my waist, lifted her slow onto me. Arms around my neck, hugging tight. Hands on her ass, pulled her in, released, repeat. Grinding, stimulating. Yes. Moans slipped out. And suddenly, Hye-yun rocked her hips herself. Front-back, chasing pleasure. Even just pulling her in had her pushing back, taking my cock deep. Felt amazing.
So. Held her shoulders to keep her upright, lay back myself. She looked down, face red, flustered. I grinned, gripped her ass, tugged lightly. That's all it took—she rocked on her own. Hiding her face again. Tits bouncing—pure eye candy.
Who knew? She seemed so decisive, but shame overload. First time nerves, probably. Pulled her arms, made her collapse on me. This should be enough. Slammed in hard. Flesh slapping, sudden thrusts roughing her breaths. Moans mixing in—euphoric.
"...Coming inside."
Hye-yun tried to say something. Muffled by her gasps and moans, half-dazed. Probably "not inside." But before she finished, I thrust deep. And came.
Electric bliss. Pure heaven.
* * *
Originally planned to cuddle one and crash. But the board game mess caught my eye—gamer's curse, couldn't leave it. Quick rinse, confirmed Hye-yun's virginity with the bloodstains (joy rush), tidied the game. Came twice, got all languid, thought just lie here a bit, then hit Yeonsu or Hye-yun's room for round two while groping... passed out on the sofa till morning.
Zombie apocalypse meant zombie groans outside kept me up plenty. Haven't slept this deep, dreamless, in ages.
* * *
Morning came; girls still out. Their sleep debt worse than mine? Probably crash till lunch. No need to wake 'em.
Slipped into Yeonsu's room quietly, into the Immortal Sarcophagus, summoned the warrior and possessed him. Time to grind coins and loot today. Obviously.
* * *
House stocked with just eggs and snacks—need real food. Snacks ain't bad. Fresh meat, eggs, veggies ideal, but six months into zombie apocalypse? Delusional. But I've got a killer edge: electricity. Oh, and gas stove works too. Ushabti freaked me out boiling water on it this morning. Statue-brewed hot coffee? Chef's kiss.
Pulse Conduit supplies energy itself—learned that from one cup. Means ramen, noodles, whatever. Past expiration? Whatever. Not my call if edible. Ushabti judges. If bad, it'll toss it. So I just haul freely.
Grabbed convenience store eats—no discrimination. Pancake mix, flour, batter mix—all powders packed tight in four bags. Felt good heading out, wondering what Ushabti masterpieces it'd make.
Then, right on cue—boom. What the fuck? Turned; thuds, human screams. "...Insane."
Far off, maybe 100 meters ahead. People fleeing from an alley. Chased by a monster.