Undead Fleshcrave: The Zombie Trigger

by Goforth, Jim

  He wandered out after her, his own bundle of clothes and his boots snared in one hand and as he exited the bathroom, Scarlett reached out and took hold of his free hand. She then proceeded to lead him into one of the available bedrooms, all of them presumably still vacant, unless some of the others had managed to sneak in without a sign.

  The heart palpitations kicked up inside his chest once more, the disappointment that overcame him in the shower melting away as a blast of excitement and anticipation buffeted him. As she’d done with the bathroom, she pulled the door firmly closed and the light from the lounge room vanished, shrouding the bedroom in shadows. There were bedside lamps on either side of the giant four poster construction resting atop nightstands, along with a couple on the walls, and their soft mysterious lighting cast an entrancing glow over the scene.

  Under that muted illumination, Scarlett dispensed with her towel, letting it drop to the soft pliant carpet underfoot, revealing her gorgeous naked body once more and this time Seth knew she wasn’t here just to stand there and display her nude body. Her bundle of clothes fell away from her hand as well, thumping with a soft sound on the floor and Seth mirrored her actions, barely acknowledging the little stab of pain that shot up his leg as he dropped his boots right on top of his bare feet.

  The thumping music from the bar began to curl through his mind again as he stood there in a state of mesmerised rapture, though it wasn’t exactly the same song that was playing upon his entry, but rather, one similar, from the same album.

  ‘You Put A Hex On Me’.

  Wholly appropriate for the situation right here and now. She was stunning in her nudity, her long stygian wet locks trailing droplets of water down over her prominent breasts, rolling in beads and trickling off her erect nipples, but for now he was captivated by her eyes. He gazed deep into them and then she reached out with both hands and automatically he lifted his to clasp them, still keeping her eyes locked on his, entrancing him—putting a hex on him―she backed towards the purple canopy encircled four poster bed in the centre of the light softened room.

  All of his misgivings, resentment, and disappointment from nothing eventuating in the hot blast of the shared shower were long gone, eradicated, swallowed up by an enormous swell of pure desire, soundtracked in his head by industrial metal music.

  Only once she felt the silken touch of the canopy brush lightly against the bare sloping curves of her buttocks did Scarlett release his hands and turn around towards the bed. Seth took in a fine appraisal of the rear view, relishing the smooth plane of her back, at least what was visible of it and not covered in the midnight waves of her wet hair. The slim line of her waist and the way her buttocks curved outwards with perfect shape, the unblemished tone of her skin.

  He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, and gave in to the overpowering temptation to do so, placing both hands on her hips and sliding them gently upwards, tracing the line of her body up. Her hands captured his, but not to prevent him from further explorations, they traversed her body with his, coming up to clasp her firm, full breasts. She tilted her head back and her damp hair pressed with a thrilling chill against the skin of his chest, and at last they kissed, mouths meeting, locking, and engaging.

  She leaned back into him and the whole of her body was compressed against his, her inviting ass thrust against his throbbing groin, his erection snug between her buttocks. For a little while, they remained in that clinch, kissing, wrestling with their tongues, before she eventually broke it, swivelled around in his arms, and sank backwards in amongst the purple drapery. She pulled him with her and he gladly followed, the bed feeling like it was awash in a sea of black and purple covers and quilts, cool silk against his knees. He imagined how it must have felt against her naked back and butt, slipping up that silk as she positioned herself further up the plane of the bed, with him coming immediately after her, his rampant organ aching to be buried inside her.

  Scarlett spread her thighs as she invited him atop her and he promptly complied, crawling up and over her, and as he moved up her body, the swollen head of his erection made contact with the velvet folds between her legs. A delicious shiver shot right through him as his motion prodded him against her and he acknowledged that foreplay wouldn’t even need to come into the equation right now, she was about as receptive as she could be.

  Abruptly, her hands snaked around his body, he felt her nails dig into his flesh and then she pulled him down sharply. The motion of her jerking him forcefully against her prone figure also resulted in his erect penis penetrating into her completely, slipping all the way up inside her. That mind numbing pleasurable sensation almost resulted in him blowing a hot geyser into her depths instantaneously, but fortunately he managed not to.

  Then he was ensnared in her tight embrace, both her arms wrapping around him and her legs as well, encircling his waist and her mouth seeking out his.

  Neither of them had exchanged any words since vacating the steam filled interior of the bathroom, and they didn’t now either, there was no need to. They fucked urgently, frenetically, furiously, moans, grunts and gasps combining in a montage of passion, infused with slapping wet flesh sounds, the swish of naked skin sliding on the silk of the bed covers. Even the bed itself joined in the sexual soundtrack, groaning and creaking as their urgent coupling strengthened and sped up tempo, their bodies writhing and slamming together.

  Seth thrust deep into her with strokes that drove him closer to orgasm, and she ground herself back against him, matching his fervour with her own, her nails gouging furrows in his skin, her active mouth veering from passionate kissing to bites that scored his flesh with hot stabs of pleasurable pain. This was no marathon fuckfest broken up by a multitude of acrobatic changes in position, though Seth would gladly have manoeuvred her into a variety of different ones, this was just high velocity urgent sex designed to get them both going off like twin rockets. And that was what exactly what it did, the sexual encounter a torrid, but speedy one which ended with him plunging deep into her until the dam broke and he ejaculated a load that felt like it would drown a small nation. She convulsed as she felt him orgasm and release his hot load, and her pussy tightened up around him in a velvet grip, the onset of him climaxing inside her acting as the final catalyst for her own release, and her nails raked down his back with an intensity that felt like claws.

  Her mouth clamped over his as she clung fervently to him, tightening every hold she had on him from those lips to her arms, her legs around his waist and the hot snug tunnel that held him in thrall below.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN-INTO THE INFINITY OF THOUGHTS

  When he woke, Seth didn’t have the faintest idea where he was. Nor did he have any clue what time or what day it was, anything. He woke up on his back, which wasn’t his normal choice of position to sleep in, generally he would be on one side or the other, ending up on his back if he was supremely tired or found trouble drifting off or getting comfortable in his chosen position.

  He couldn’t recall tossing and turning, so it must have been the former. He glanced to the left and saw he was not alone in bed; a shape was cuddled under dark purple and black coverings and a long tangle of black hair was spread out over matching pillows.

  Julietta?

  His first thought was that he appeared to be in a profoundly tiny room with purple walls, so small, in fact, that it seemed to enclose the bed entirely and left no further space, and then it all came rushing back with a cavalcade of thrilling memories.

  It wasn’t Julietta beside him in the bed, Julietta was long dead. This was Scarlett and he was here in one of the queen beds in the strange Kathaarian accommodation.

  And the reason for him falling fast asleep on his back stemmed not from broken, troublesome slumber, but from exhaustion brought about by the night’s activities.

  There was really no other way to put it, he realised, without stating that he and Scarlett basically fucked for the majority of the night, eventually crashing out with him on his back
and her on his chest. Sometime during the night she must have rolled off and over, snugging herself up in the warm cocoon of covers.

  She was obviously still asleep now, so he laid back, gazing up at what looked like a purple ceiling, though he knew it was the top of the canopy. His nether regions were pleasurably numb, to the extent that he felt like if Scarlett abruptly awoke and wanted more, he mightn’t be able to provide immediately.

  After their first fast and furious encounter they relaxed a while, lay there and talked about all manner of things, nothing too heavy or involved, just randomness and simplicity, neither one of them wanting to drop the magic of the moment down into what they were planning to do tomorrow. Eventually the talking slipped around to more erotic topics and then all speech was replaced by more kissing, exploring, and touching, and Seth found himself rising to the occasion once more.

  She mounted him, swinging astride, and impaled herself on his stiff organ, riding him at a much slower, leisurely pace than the previous affair and, though it was probably a little too soon after that romp for his reservoir to have restocked, consequently meaning he didn’t cum, he certainly sustained an erection long enough for her to do so, grinding up and down while he gripped her perfect buttocks or toyed with her abundant bouncing breasts.

  Nobody had returned from whatever nocturnal pursuits they’d elected to embark on outside the walls of Kathaarian, nor did Tempest and Heather, clearly busy with their own sexual antics in the room next door or sharing that bath Heather spoke of, to approach their door. So the pair of them remained blissfully naked and roamed the room as though they were the only two guests here, helping themselves to drinks, and sharing food back in their selected bedroom.

  After a longer duration in which they just enjoyed each other’s company and talked together, did other little things that made Seth feel as though he was on a holiday with a stunningly beautiful woman, almost as if he’d been transported to some bizarre, but brilliant dream landscape, things got intimate once again and their bodies entwined once more.

  This marathon sex session in itself felt like a fantastic dream sequence with far more in-depth explorations of every inch of each other’s bodies, extensive periods of mutual oral sex, massaging, kissing, and a wide variety of positions, as they entangled in one another under the subdued lights. The canopy surrounding the four poster further enhanced the feeling of them being completely separated from the rest of the world, ensconced in their own purple tinged sexual universe, worshipping one another.

  Eventually it culminated after what felt like a glorious eternity filled up with sucking, licking, busy hands and busier mouths, endless acrobatics, with Scarlett kneeling and facing the headboard, her hands atop it. She thrust out her ass and Seth, kneeling behind her, entered from the rear, near enough to orgasm from the prolonged fucking already experienced, that it didn’t take too long before thrusting into her from behind, her gorgeous ass slapping against him, that they both reached climax.

  Now he recounted this with great relish, playing it over in his head as he gradually became fully aware of where he was and what transpired the previous evening. That was, assuming it was morning. It was fairly safe to believe it was, they’d spent countless hours together, beginning with the time in the Kathaarian bar and climaxing, quite literally, while he saw to her doggystyle on this very bed, surpassing any vivid dreams he could have conjured up in all his fantasies of her.

  Plenty of things remained unasked though, and unanswered. Once over the course of the night he’d aimed to direct the conversation into the less enjoyable side of things, where sinister record companies utilised death metal bands as zombie-horde creators and how it would come about that people like Simon Black and his cohorts—including Scarlett―would become Hunters of all the above, or even how they’d learn about it at all.

  However, Scarlett was quick to curtail talk of those subjects, any questions that ventured anywhere near.

  “Let’s just forget everything else tonight. Tonight there is nothing, but us. Just us.”

  As he remembered all of this, the fantastic beyond belief sensation of making love to the goddess over and over again, all the other things, warm embraces, gentle kissing and cuddling, stuff that felt as if it was no longer part of an unearthly world filled with pain, death and undead, he wondered if that poignant statement meant today was a totally different day. One in which all that happened between them the night before was the past, to be left behind, never to be approached again. A one-off thing, never to be repeated.

  That thought punched the breath out of him, soaked him in a desolation that hurt. He hoped to hell that wasn’t the case, because he was hooked hopelessly on her now and suspected those hooks were working their way into him right from the very start. Even while Julietta had been alive. He felt bad about that part, it was impossible not to, but was it perhaps some strange grand master plan of fates to bring Scarlett into his orbit because Julietta wasn’t going to be in it much longer?

  Dredging up thoughts of that nature right now was too deep, too much of a strain on his grey matter. It hurt his head, which surprisingly wasn’t aching from any hangover.

  It felt like he’d imbibed a shitload of alcohol last night, but with no ill effects. Only an ache of pleasure in his groin and a few spots elsewhere, where the heights of passion caused Scarlett to use her teeth and nails on his skin.

  He gazed up at the purple drift of the canopy, reliving the glory of the night, all of the pressing concerns of the impending mission easily swept away once she’d suggested they dwell on nothing, but enjoying one another’s company and bodies.

  Now the realities were starting to creep in, he was finding himself plagued with questions and the unknown quality of what lay before them. Not just whether Scarlett wanted the night to remain an isolated incident, but everything beyond that.

  Then he noticed that she was awake, having rolled over on her back, the dark waves of her tousled hair framing her countenance. A sleepy expression was on her face, her eyes barely open, but it wasn’t one suggesting she was about to ask him to forget that everything which happened the previous night should be left where it was and never mentioned again. Instead, a bright smile stole across her face, curving her wonderful lips up into a genuine warm indication that she wasn’t going to take that approach.

  “Morning,” she murmured, and his heart swelled a little, ceasing its aberrant thumps and painful agonising that he was about to find himself a one night stand regret.

  A hand snaked out from beneath the covers and slipped through his unruly locks, clasping the back of his head and drawing his face down to hers to capture him in a passionate kiss.

  That was further reinforcement that it wasn’t meant to be a one-time thing, something to be forgotten and left, and it shot a bunch of different pangs through him.

  If only they really were the sole occupants of this room. If only they had the whole day to spend together, a week, more, just to learn about each other, do things together, explore the chances of blossoming and developing a relationship. So many things.

  If only there wasn’t a far greater, pressing concern, with an outcome that might mean, not only did they have no future together, but maybe no future in breathing at all.

  If only…

  Last night, while the suite was entirely at their disposal, free to wander at will in states of nudity and occasional arousal, they’d both had the foresight to relocate their own personal effects, clothing and other items belonging to each of them to the bedroom they’d selected as their own. So, with the knowledge that the others would inevitably return at some stage or the other, they wouldn’t need to be attempting furtive sneak outs to obtain clothes without worrying about being caught naked. At the time, revelling in the sensation of being gloriously naked with Scarlett equally unabashed, Seth hadn’t really been caring if anyone walked in, this adventurous streak no doubt enhanced by the effect of alcohol as well, but now, in the morning, he was glad they’d thought ahead.

/>   Not that he was in any rush at all to roll out of this heavenly bed with his wondrously beautiful and naked bedmate and consider dressing. Not any time soon, that was for sure. If he had his way, he would happily wile away many more hours here with her, just talking, sleeping, enjoying her presence, everything about her. With maybe more of the fleshly delights they’d engaged in for the majority of the night coming into play at some later stage. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. No chance.

  Soon enough, they both found that everyone else had returned to Kathaarian, without consequence following their own evenings out.

  In the back of his mind there was a tiny part of Seth somehow wondering—thinking, maybe hoping―what if none of them came back to Kathaarian? What if he saw none of them again and it was just Scarlett and he left alone to their own devices for the rest of time? Then he quashed that foolish notion; that wouldn’t put an end to the curse of Undead Fleshcrave. That would just give them free reign to unleash terrible mayhem upon Blackwater Park, bring forth the undead plague, and continue to perpetuate it without opposition. No matter what the determined proprietor of this place avowed.

  Ultimately, he and Scarlett would be swallowed up in a zombie hell, and without all their current companions he didn’t imagine they would be able to outrun it, or take any measures to stop it.

  Then, there wasn’t a whole deal more time to contemplate what ifs and scenarios that might or might not become realities.

  As per Black’s command that they all take a night off, get out and have fun, or stay in and have fun, they’d all done exactly that. Seth knew Tempest and Heather shared similar pursuits to Scarlett and him, but he wasn’t too concerned with how the others elected to spend their downtime. All he cared about was getting through to the end of this because he now had a purpose beyond it. And that was Scarlett. First, however, he had to face this daunting prospect, looming large and dark like a hideous storm cloud promising a torrential storm of juggernaut capacity, blotting out the sun.