CHAPTER 13

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Dana frowned at the gathering on the front yard. While everybody else had been curious to see what Mike had been hollering about, she was currently distracted by the processed semen running through her body.

As a zombie, her hunger could become quite dangerous. She needed to consume the brains of the living in order to have enough life force to sate her hunger, but it had been discovered that Mike's biology had been significantly altered by magic to the point that his semen was capable of giving her the boost she needed to not only maintain her own sanity, but kept her from decomposing as well. The sperm shooters in the fridge weren't nearly as potent as consuming it directly from the source, but they were good enough to keep her from cracking into the nearest living creature for a quick bite.

Unfortunately, his semen had the odd side effect of making her horny. It was almost like her nervous system returned to life after feeding, but focused all of its energy on her erogenous zones. Earlier that morning, she had simply gone back to her shop and masturbated quickly, just to take the edge off. However, being forced to eat again after slashing up her hand meant that the satisfaction from her fingers wasn't going to be anywhere near good enough to get her through the night.

While Mike and the others were speaking with the headless man out front, all Dana could think about was the sexy nymph out back. Always a willing participant, Naia was always there for her when she needed to get off. Biting her lower lip, she had left the others in front of the house and made her way to the backyard instead. Whatever the issue was, she could be filled in later.

Naia's fountain was gushing enough water that she was tumbling around at the top like a skydiver, laughing quietly to herself. The fairies were dive bombing her, trying to grab a small crystal from her hand that she kept tossing to her other hand, or dropping it into the fountain and making the water carry it back up on a jet of water. The air smelled of rain and mint, causing Dana to inhale deeply.

She sat on the edge of the fountain and watched. With every turn, Naia's slender legs slid free of her skirt, revealing her upper thighs and the runes on her torso glowed brightly through her gown. Eventually, a blue ball of light swooped in and grabbed the crystal, taking off over the roof of the house while the others followed.

Laughing, Naia stabilized to a sitting position, her eyes on the fairy lights. Once the fairies were gone, she tilted her head down toward Dana and winked.

"It's a nice night out, isn't it?"

"I guess so." Truth be told, unless it was snowing, Dana had no idea how cold the night actually was. "What was that crystal you had?"

"A piece of seaglass. Well, my own version of seaglass, anyway. Cerulea brought me a piece of glass she found in the yard that looks like someone tossed a bottle over the wall and it broke into pieces." Naia rolled her eyes. "T'was likely from someone walking past. They better hope Abella doesn't catch them. I remember one time, a bunch of years ago, a guy flicked his cigarette butt into the yard, so she followed him home and then ripped the hood off his car."

"Sounds a bit extreme, but also pretty funny."

"Oh, it was." Naia's water geyser weakened, lowering her to the ground. Her feet touched the surface of the water, sending ripples across the fountain, and she skipped across to where Dana sat. "So what brings you to my fountain so late at night?"

Dana squirmed, her thighs rubbing across each other. "You know why I'm here. I just had a snack, and... well..."

Naia giggled. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea why you're here. However, I like it when you ask."

Dana scowled, a brief rush of heat entering her cheeks. "You're teasing me."

"Of course I am." Naia placed her hand on Dana's cheek, lightly stroking the skin. "But only because I know you like it. Deep down, you like a woman who takes control, who tells you what to do. Someone who can take your hand and lead you to orgasmic bliss." While she spoke, Naia's hand moved down Dana's chest, softly caressing a breast through her tank top.

"That's not true."

"Oh really?" Naia's face was now close enough that Dana could feel the nymph's breath on her skin.

"You always do this to me." Dana's voice was weak, and she turned away.

"You're right." The nymph was whispering in Dana's ear now, the sensation sending enhanced pleasure throughout the zombie's body. "And you always love it."

"That's not true," Dana said, her lip trembling. Naia's fingers were moving across the crotch of Dana's jeans now, applying pressure to the edges of her labia. She spread her legs to give the nymph better access.

"You always say that, too."

"Maybe that's a sign that you're predictable."

"Oh really?" Naia moved her hand away. "You think I'm predictable now?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm. Guess I should probably step back, think long and hard about how to please others." Naia drifted away, moving toward the center of the fountain.

"No, wait." Dana watched the nymph move toward the middle of the fountain, her gaze on a pair of birds bathing in the basin. "Naia?"

Naia ignored her.

"Shit, look, I'm sorry." Though she said the words, they had no meaning. She had been going for playful while caught in a vulnerable moment, and clearly taken it too far. Dana kicked off her sandals and waded into the fountain, the water soaking into the legs of her jeans. "I wasn't trying to say that—"

Her legs were ripped from under her, and she fell into the fountain, splashing water everywhere. She tried to sit up, and realized she was being held in place by the pressure all around her. Up above the surface, she saw Naia lean over her and smile.