Zombie Apocalypse Hentai Novels & Stories

His finger curled and pressed, and I completely shattered. The world around me began to fade as he moved his finger even faster. I could feel his palm striking against my pussy while he flicked, twisted, and curled his finger inside me. Then his thumb settled on my clit, and he began rubbing them together. I thought I was going to climax. I thought that was it. Then, suddenly, a growl shattered the moment. I realized a zombie had found us. The instant it lunged at us, Miguel grunted, yanked his hand out of my panties, spun around, and punched the zombie in the head, splitting its skull down the middle.

She practically ran to the front, took the thick ten-inch dildo from my hand, and slowly began pressing it into Sophia’s tight little opening. Sophia started cumming almost immediately. Before Zoe even had a third of the dildo inside her, Sophia was shaking through her third orgasm. I couldn’t look away as the huge latex cock stretched her tiny pussy obscenely. The sight made me so wet that I slid my hand under my dress and started frantically rubbing my own clit. The rest of the class followed my lead.

The chef had sacrificed nothing, which was why he could afford to be generous with someone else’s supplies. But the moment my question touched his own interests, he was forced to think about whether my refusal actually made sense. Cruel as it was, that was simply how survival worked in the apocalypse. While we were talking, the girl’s screams were abruptly swallowed by the zombie horde surging toward her. The monitor turned into a blur of red. All of us sat there silently, watching her body get dragged apart and devoured piece by piece. We knew we should look away. But none of us could.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek. "See? He's breathing!" I ignored Chester's howls, grabbed my aunt's hand, and pressed it against his neck. She jerked her hand back as if shocked, taking a moment to process. "Chester's not dead? Then what was all that before?" Chester, drenched in sweat from the commotion, scrambled to clear things up. "The hospital screwed up. I just had a bad reaction to some booze. "My body went into survival mode when my temperature tanked, and voila, I'm back.

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

he observed with amusement. “Yeah,” Heath chuckled. “He is a horror movie fan. I think he’s half thrilled to find that we’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.” “It’s no fun unless we get to blow them up with automatic weapons,” Rhett commented from behind Aislen. He was shivering from the cold shower and his lips were faintly blue as he towelled his hair dry. “F-k that was f-king rough. Even with the sex to keep us warm,” he commented on the shower. “Right, let’s go,” he added as Cameron queued behind him and Aislen. “I’m half looking forward to getting into f-king wolf form. At least I’ll be warm.”

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

The only thing that can define him as a zombie was his pure back eyes. Georgia forced herself to calm down and stop swooning over a damn zombie. She acted casual and placed everything she'll need on the table. "Who are you?" She almost jumped at the deep voice and she whipped around, her eyes connecting with his black ones and God, his stare made her shiver. His gaze made her feel something she hasn't done before and she hadn't had sex since the apocalypse happened. And the fine piece of man in front of her isn't helping her hormones.