The air was thick. Not just with the scent of gunpowder or the faint reek of blood—but with tension. Elias leaned against the wall, panting, still gripping the smoking barrel of his pistol. The last zombie dropped with a thud, its head caved in from the force of his bullet.
Behind him, Ivy was on the bed. Her white shirt clung to her body, stained by smoke and dust. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted as though she was going to speak but couldn't find the words.
"Fucking hell," Elias muttered. He kicked the corpse nearest to him. "How the fuck did they crawl up the window?"
He turned, eyes scanning the room. The door was shut. The windows opened, which was their only way in.
That wasn't normal. Not for a secure place in an average tech-enhanced city.
Ivy stepped closer. "Elias..."
He raised a hand. "Not now. I need to think."
She bit her lip and nodded. He could see the guilt still wrapped around her like a cloak since the night in the forest. The betrayal. The near-death.
And yet she stayed with him despite all of that.
Not that she had a choice.
Elias rubbed his temples. He needed to think, to focus. But the system wasn't done with him yet.
[System Prompt: Bond Detected]
[Accepting the bond will increase the host's stats and loyalty to the bonded. It will also signify ownership to deter rival zombies]
[ACCEPT] [POSTPONE] [REFUSE]
He exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow.
"This is bullshit..." he whispered to himself.
His eyes shifted to Ivy. She had retreated to the far corner of the room, sitting on the bed now, hands shaking slightly. She wasn't crying, but the weight on her shoulders was obvious.
She remembered the zombie crawling over her body, thinking it was Elias. She felt so angry and annoyed, wishing to just erase that from her memory and also... his.
.
Elias dropped his pistol on the table and began undressing. One piece at a time, he stripped down. Ivy looked up at him, confused, unsure.
"You trust me?" he asked.
She hesitated... then nodded. "I do."
He climbed onto the bed beside her.
"I'm not doing this for love, Ivy. I'm doing this for power. For survival. Are we clear?"
She gave him a look, somewhere between heartbreak and acceptance.
"I understand."
Elias reached forward, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Good."
"You got two choices, Sister," Elias said, voice rough and shaking with control.
"Help me... or watch those mindless creatures tear this city apart."
He leaned down, brushing a knuckle across her flushed cheek.
"You can save a lot of lives. Starting with your own."
Sister Ivy whimpered, squeezing her thighs tighter.
Her body wanted this. She didn't even care what he wanted in return. As long as his huge hands ravage her body and make her moan till she's satisfied.
Tears filled her eyes...
"Are you scared?"
"No. It's... It's my first time,"
Elias turned his head away secretly. It was also his first time. But that doesn't mean he lacks knowledge of what he's doing. He spent most of his time watching old porn videos, jacking off and imagining himself with Lira.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.
"You can refuse if you don't wish to do it..."
"I'll do anything you want, Elias," she interrupted him.
Elias smiled crookedly.
"Very good, Ivy," he said.
"I'm so glad you want this monster."
Before she could answer, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close.
She gasped, her small hands pushing against his chest, but not hard enough to break away.
Not really.
He lowered his head, inhaling her scent deep into his lungs.
'Fuck, she smelled good.'
Better than anything he remembered as a human.
His hands slid down, gripping her ass roughly.
She was soft.
Round.
Perfect for squeezing.
"Fuck," he groaned against her ear.
"Sister, you're soft."
She whimpered again, squirming in his grip.
"Don't call me that, Elias,"
But her hands clutched at his jacket now, not pushing, just holding.
Her body betrayed her harder every second.
Elias ground his hips against her gently, letting her feel just how fucking hard he was.
Sister Ivy's eyes widened.
She whimpered again, but her fingers tightened in his jacket.
"What is that?"
"What?" He whispered, his lips not leaving her neck.
"Do you have a gun in your pants or..."
"Oh... don't worry, Ivy, it'll be inside you very soon," he replied, and she gasped in horror.
She was dripping already.
The system chimed softly:
[New Bond Forming...]
Target: Sister Ivy
Status: Consent (Passive Acceptance)
Lust: 70%
Loyalty: 30%
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Elias grinned against her skin.
Good enough for him.
He leaned in and bit her gently on the neck, just a graze of his sharp teeth.
Not enough to break the skin.
Just enough to make her shiver and moan softly.
"You feel that?" he whispered against her throat.
He pressed his body harder against her, grinding slow, delicious friction between them.
She whimpered again, small and broken.
And then, slowly...
She tilted her head.
Exposing more of her throat.
Inviting him.
Elias growled low in his throat.
He grabbed her tighter, lifting her off the bed like she weighed nothing, pressing her back against the ruined wall.
Sister Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist without even thinking.
Her body moved before her mind could catch up.
Elias kissed her, rough, claiming, deep.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
Fucking filthy.
She moaned against his mouth, clinging to him like he was the last solid thing in the world.
His hands roamed everywhere.
Squeezing. Grabbing.
Fisting the torn fabric of her shirt.
She was wet.
So wet.
He could feel it through the thin barrier of her panties.
Elias broke the kiss with a low groan.
"Fuck, Sister," he rasped.
"You smell like sin."
She was panting hard, face flushed, eyes glassy.
She was still scared of the thing yet to enter her. She felt a bit ashamed to be doing this with him. But they've gone too far to stop now.
He could smell it.
Taste it.
Feel it.
It? He meant her!
And he was barely holding onto his control.
Not yet.
He wouldn't fully take her yet.
Not until she begs for it.
He was even scared to thrust his huge piece of chunk into a sister virgin like her.
He set her down slowly, carefully, like he might break her. He took her hand and kissed her palm.
With her hand on his lips, he grinned with his eyes.
"Next time, sweetheart," he promised darkly.
"When you're begging me for it. I'll give it to you..."
"Thank you..." She blushed, lowering her head.
"Now, now, let's prepare to move. Get dressed,"
She obeyed. Elias didn't have much to wear, except the clothes he dropped earlier. Within minutes, he fully wore his gears.
He turned his head to Ivy, who was still getting dressed at the corner.
He heard a screeching moan and grabbed his pistol, firing over her shoulder as a zombie crawled through the air vent. Its skull exploded in gore. Ivy gasped but didn't stop.
The room became a warzone immediately.
"I'm done..." She said.
"Good! Let's leave," he threw a gun at her. She caught it midair and checked the bullets in it before wrapping her finger around the trigger.
System Notification:
[Bond Accepted]
[Stats Increased. Ivy has been added to Host's Harem.]
Harem Slots Available: 1/5 (Unlocked)
"Harem? Oh... This just got even better,"
[END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN]