Ruel, his body still pulsing from their recent encounter, shifted slightly, a predatory smirk playing on his lips.
"Alright, Mei Feng. Time for you to show your appreciation… properly."
His voice was a low growl, thick with arousal, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Clean me up. With your mouth. Show me how good you are."
Mei Feng, her face flushed and her body still tingling with lingering pleasure, didn't hesitate.
A spark of both submission and a raw, eager desire lit her eyes, chasing away any lingering hesitation.
"Yes, Ruel. Anything for you." She moved to the edge of the bed, turning so her back was to him, her movements fluid and unashamed.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she bent over, placing her hands on the dusty mattress for support.
Her J-cup breasts swung freely, brushing the surface, their weight pulling at her tattered clothing, her exposed rear presented to him in a tempting display, a silent invitation.
Ruel's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips. "Heh, Finally opened up to me… huh..."
The sight of her in that position, her curves accentuated, her vulnerability arousing him further, was almost overwhelming.
He shifted closer, his gaze locked on her swaying form, his hands itching to touch.
Mei Feng took him into her mouth. The heat and pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his hands gripping the sheets as he watched her, mesmerized.
Her lips moved with a practiced rhythm, her tongue teasing and stroking, each movement deliberate and sensual.
A low moan escaped him, a sound of pure, raw pleasure, a guttural expression of his escalating arousal. "Mmm… yes… just like that…"
"smooch..."As she continued, her legs began to swing, left and right, in the air.
The movement was playful, almost childlike, yet incredibly erotic.
It accentuated the curve of her hips, the sway of her breasts, and the sheer abandon with which she was performing the act. Her hips rolled slightly with each swing, offering herself to him.
Ruel lay back, utterly captivated.
His eyes roamed over her, drinking in every detail: the way her hair fell around her face, the flush on her cheeks, the way her body moved with such uninhibited desire.
"gok.. gok... gok..."The wet sounds of her ministrations, the soft moans that escaped her, the rhythmic swinging of her legs
- it was a symphony of lust, a visual and auditory feast that drove him wild.
He was utterly enthralled by her performance, by her eagerness, by the sheer, unadulterated horniness she displayed.
"You're incredible," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "fucking hot…"
"And that's why i like milfs, the feel of fucking them is unlike any other"
-
Ruel, lay beside Mei Feng on the edge of the makeshift bed.
The raw intensity of their encounter had faded, replaced by a heavy silence.
He broke it, his voice surprisingly gentle.
"So," he began, his gaze searching hers, "that guy... Chen, right? And Nina... they seem to have a real problem with you. What's that about?"
Mei Feng flinched, her gaze dropping to her hands, which she twisted nervously in her lap.
A shadow crossed her face, a mixture of sadness and bitterness.
"It's... complicated," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Ruel raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue.
She took a deep breath.
"Chen... he's my husband. Or, well, he was." She paused, the past tense heavy with unspoken pain.
"We were together a long time. Before... all this," she gestured vaguely around the ruined room. "He was different then. Kinder, I guess. We... we used to have plans."
Ruel remained silent, letting her speak at her own pace.
"But then... things changed. He got more... ambitious. More ruthless. He started surrounding himself with people like like Big Ben and Skinny. And nina she was just a random person that we had saved from zombies.
"But as time passed, she and chen started to have feelings among each other."
Her voice hardened slightly. "I tried to talk to him, to remind him of who he used to be. But he wouldn't listen. He accused me of holding him back, of being weak."
"And Nina?" Ruel asked, his voice low.
Mei Feng's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Nina... she's always been jealous. She's been with Chen for... a while. Even before everything fell apart."
"She sees me as a threat, I guess. Someone who might take Chen away from her." She shook her head, a sad laugh escaping her. "As if there's anything left to take."
"So, they were... together?" Ruel clarified, wanting to make sure he understood the dynamics of the group.
Mei Feng nodded, her eyes filled with a pain that went beyond the current apocalypse. "Yes. Openly. He didn't even try to hide it anymore. I was... tolerated. Barely. As long as I was useful."
Ruel's jaw tightened. He didn't like the picture she was painting. "Useful how?"
Mei Feng hesitated, her gaze flickering away. "I... I was good at... finding things. Scavenging. I knew the city well. And I was... compliant. I didn't cause trouble."
Ruel's expression softened. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "Mei Feng," he said, his voice low and reassuring,
"you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. But I want you to know... now that you are with me, i will always have your back."
- Meanwhile -
The door creaked open, inch by agonizing inch, as Boss Chen, his hand trembling on the makeshift handle, peered out into the dim light.
Behind him, Nina, Skinny, and Big Ben huddled, their faces pale and etched with exhaustion and lingering fear.
"Careful," Chen rasped, his voice hoarse.
"Don't know what's happening out there." He pushed the door open a bit more, his eyes widening as they took in the scene.
A collective gasp swept through the group.
The alleyway was a slaughterhouse.
Severed heads lay scattered amidst dismembered limbs and pools of congealed blood.
The sheer carnage was horrifying, a testament to a violence they couldn't comprehend.
Skinny whimpered, his hand clamped over his mouth.
"Oh, God... what... what happened here?" His eyes darted nervously, as if expecting the mutilated corpses to suddenly reanimate.
Nina, though visibly shaken, tried to maintain a semblance of composure. "Some kind of... massacre," she said, her voice tight. "But... wo did this? The scavengers?"
Big Ben, his massive frame trembling slightly, pointed a thick finger towards the center of the alleyway. "Look... over there..."
Their eyes followed his gesture, and they froze. A colossal figure lay bisected, its enormous size dwarfing the surrounding corpses.
The sight of the giant zombie, sliced in half with brutal precision, sent a fresh wave of terror through them.
"What... what is that thing?" Chen stammered, his bravado completely shattered. His legs trembled beneath him.
Nina's breath hitched. "It's... it's huge. I've never seen anything like it."
She took a hesitant step back, her hand reaching out to steady herself against the wall.
Fear, cold and paralyzing, gripped them all.
They were surrounded by death, a death that spoke of unimaginable power. The silence, broken only by their ragged breathing, was more terrifying than any horde.
"We... we need to get out of here," Skinny squeaked, his voice barely audible. "Now. Before... before whatever did this comes back."
Chen, his face ashen, nodded weakly. "He's right. Back to the RV. We'll wait for dawn there."
They turned, their movements slow and unsteady, their legs trembling with each step.
They didn't dare look back, the image of the carnage seared into their minds.
As they stumbled back towards their RV, a faint glimmer of light began to appear on the horizon.
The eastern sky was lightening, signaling the approach of dawn.
"Just a few more hours," Nina muttered, more to herself than to the others. "Just a few more hours, and we can get the hell out of this nightmare."
They reached the RV, its familiar bulk a small comfort in the face of the surrounding horror.
They piled inside, locking the doors and windows, the sounds of their frantic movements echoing in the cramped space.
They huddled together, exhausted and terrified, waiting for the dawn to break, praying that whatever had unleashed such violence was gone.