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Zoey swallowed hard; her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, arms trembling as she tried to steady the sniper rifle in her grip. Raising the scope up, leveling the gun at her target’s head, she took a slow, silent breath inward, trying to level her anxiety. The last thing she needed was to fuck this shot up because of frayed nerves. Staring at her “enemy” more pointedly, the lens magnifying her view, the brunette had no choice but to take in the whole sight of the room she was peering into, along with the Witch that hid within it, and all the infected’s disturbing traits.
Except, this Witch wasn’t all that disturbing to look upon. This particular brand of Special Infected were usually disgusting, ugly things; emaciated frames, rotten and devoid of curves, but this one was different. Zoey froze, her breath catching in her chest. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her mind, wondering if she’d finally lost it and was imagining the pale, delicious body. She realized, very quickly, that she wasn’t imagining anything. This Witch wasn’t a bloodied, rotten monstrosity like the rest of her kind, even if she ate flesh like them. Zoey’s pulse jumped as she noticed how plump and kissable the monster’s lips were, and then realized just how long it’d been since she felt the hot touch of another. It was disturbing how beautiful the Witch was, though nothing close to approaching human. There was something different about her, something almost living, fresh. What did it mean that this was real?
The Witch sat on her knees in the shadow-cloaked room, she’d only spotted it because she was spying out the apartment as a potential place to spend the night, a safe zone… instead, she’d found the Witch, her pale skin catching the light of her glow-sight. The creature was quietly eating. She – not it, because it was impossible to see this creature as anything but a female. The feminine creature’s eyes swept around warily as it devoured the body of its prey, some poor John who hadn’t been as aware of his surroundings as Zoey had been. It was easy to stumble into a Witch, they lurked in dark places.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, the Witch did the strangest thing. She dipped her hands into the open chest cavity of the man she was devouring and, dripping with fresh, hot blood up to her elbows, the Witch leaned back and started giggling softly, at least it seemed that way from her body’s odd movements. Reaching her hands down, the so-called zombie began to coat her breasts and the rest of her porcelain, curvy body with a grisly, fresh sheen of crimson blood. While doing this, the infected seemed to be staring pointedly at something… Zoey had never seen one of the infected act this way. What exactly was the bitch looking at in that room? Zoey shifted to get a better view. The survivor was shocked to see a long, tall mirror, slightly cracked and covered in a thin layer of grime, sitting in the corner of the room. The Witch was looking at herself, admiring her image in the reflection. She loved the way blood looked on herself, that was the source of her amusement… her hands went up and down, lifting and stroking and caressing. There was something disgustingly erotic about seeing those long claws lifting and squeezing her tits as if she was a pornstar, not a man-eating monster. Some fucked-up mixture of both, she supposed. Zoey was entranced. She should’ve shot this monster bitch five minutes ago. Instead, like a voyeuristic pervert, she was watching it put blood on its tits and enjoy its nasty reflection.
She inhaled, shaking away her distracted thoughts. ‘Enough. I have to kill it… I have to. No matter how strange it is – or, perhaps, BECAUSE it is so strange.’ Her silenced sniper rifle would do the job. Then she could jerk off, and go back to the ceaseless cycle of survival.
But no. Zoey would find some other place to camp out for the night, some other building. For some reason she just wasn’t ready to kill the strange Witch yet.
Five times she could’ve taken the shot, five times her mind screamed ‘No! Don’t do it!’. When motivating herself to execute the Special Infected failed, she tried to forget about the Witch, she really did. The bitch wouldn’t leave her mind, the sight of the crimson spread and soaked on her monstrously pale tits playing over and over, the infected's taloned fingers rubbing and lifting and toying with her own naked body- so she decided to try to leave this part of the city, leave that damn freak behind. She only made it a few miles before her newfound obsession made her turn back. If she couldn’t kill the damn thing she could at least get up close and study it. ‘That’s right, it! Not she, not she!’
Zoey turned back, ready to see for herself if the Witch was half-living as it seemed to be. The brunette woman had become disgustingly efficient at killing over these past years and had no choice but to hone every aspect of her body. Toned, quick-footed, quick-witted, and with the reflex of the goddess of hunting Artemis herself, Zoey had gotten herself out of so many predicaments she felt immortal sometimes. She killed seven infected on her way up into the building where the Witch was waiting for her, silently creeping around and knifing the unsuspecting infected masses. She’d picked the building because this area had seemed pretty depopulated by the freaks, and she was right. Once those seven were taken care of, there were only a few stragglers in the rooms and hidden spaces to take care of. Thankfully, there were no Special Infected around, save the Witch on the top floor, in the master bedroom.
Of course, Zoey moved silently during this entire little quest of hers. She had no doubt the Witch didn’t have a clue that a human was nearby. She planned to use that to her advantage… she’d come up with a hasty plan to deal with the Witch. Using the shadows as a tool she would approach the Witch, and using the washcloth and tape she’d grabbed from one of the apartment’s drawers, she was going to seal the mouth of the infected, and silence her - IT! IT!
After that… she was going to study it.
With the house cleared, she headed up to her destination, the room with the Witch. Never had she moved so stealthily in her life, slowly creeping down the hallway, tape, washcloth, and combat knife in hand. She got the door open slightly and peered through the crack. The Witch was in a world of her own, sitting in the corner with her porcelain back turned. Dried blood caked her frame and her hair. The same blood she’d smeared on herself days before no doubt… Zoey nearly groaned when she took notice of the way the Witch looked sitting down like that, her legs crossed. From here, Zoey could make out the momentous roundness of the Witch’s ass, the cheeks would no doubt bounce across her crotch if she were to-
Banishing and executing those thoughts, Zoey moved quickly and struck.
The Witch’s milk-white eyes shot wide, and its plump lips began to part in its trademark banshee wail, but Zoey had the gag stuffed in before it ever got the chance. Quick as a whistle, she secured a fat strip of pre-prepared duct tape on the Witch’s mouth. Realizing its fanged mouth was sealed away, the woman-thing’s claws soon came hurtling toward her. Years ago, Zoey would’ve died, here and now, but she’d only gotten better at close combat the longer the apocalypse dragged on. She ducked, evaded each of the vicious infected’s swings with ease, and unstrapped the belt from her waist with one hand, using all her weight to slam her leg forward, sending the Witch tumbling onto her back. She closed the distance again, and just as quickly she secured the gag with another layer of industrial-grade tape, drawing it around the full length of the monstress's skull. She also bound the wrists of the Witch, restricting almost all slashing movements. The witch got back up, and Zoey managed to overpower the infected female and force her back down again, using her belt to secure one of the witch’s arms to the headboard of the nearby bed, pushing the creature onto the mattress. The bed was too sturdy for it to break, so the Witch was firmly anchored in place.
Zoey had been wondering what exactly her own plan was, how she was going to “Examine” the Witch… but her body made it clear just what she had to do, and why she hadn't been able to pull the trigger. As she watched the Witch, trapped, her naked body jerking this way and that, her hairless cunt on display, her tits and shoulders, hair, soaked in blood… She was disgustingly sexy to Zoey.
The survivor’s head had become fucked up, yet she couldn’t bring herself to care. In truth, Zoey couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a satisfying orgasm, but she decided then and there that the next time was rapidly approaching. She was going to screw this infected bitch. The pretty little Witch didn’t like it one bit when Zoey climbed on top of the infected, rubbing their crotches together, already hard and swollen, ready. The witch's milky-white eyes seemed to emit pure hatred.
Zoey glanced down at their bodies pressed together and smiled slightly. They were both sensually-shaped women, around the same size, and before the Green took hold the Witch was probably near her age too. Either way, her colorless pallor and pale white hair denied any attempt at properly determining age. But what she had been didn’t make a difference to Zoey. She needed release, and couldn't think clearly until then. She didn’t realize how much she needed this until she pushed her snug jeans down, and started to push inside the “girl”. She’d found some condoms in one of the drawers, and with it on she was able to gratefully sink deep into the infected woman’s pussy. As it was a thing, not a person, she didn’t bother being gentle as she penetrated it. Even so, there was a hymen to speak of, and much to her shock a weak spurt of blood trickled down her pale shaft as she pressed inside. This Witch was a virgin? Ridiculous. That just turned her on even more. Her condom-clad cock ached, throbbed; she could’ve cum then and there if she wanted to, but she chose to take her time.
She started to pound into the Witch, slow at first. Zoey’s eyes widened as she felt a gush around her cock. It seemed the Witch could grow wet in preparation for a good fuck, and somehow still had sensitivity in her body. A normal, moral person would still put a bullet in this thing, but Zoey found the Witch disturbingly… adorable. And alluring. She’d come up with a million reasons not to kill the female, the most recent, most pressing, being that she’d never been in a pussy this good, even before the End.
The squeezing walls, the delicious wetness were overwhelming- 'How is this real?'
“You’re so cute.” Zoey purred, lovingly reaching up to tweak the witch’s nipples. The false intimacy, foreplay, verbal play, felt euphoric even if it was pointless. She continued to toy with the woman-thing’s breasts, the swollen tips. Much to her surprise, the Witch made a pathetic whimpering sound and tried to jerk away now, as if she was feeling pleasure, and it was terrifying. The anger in the infected’s expression melted away, and her folds became hotter, wetter, trying to pull the human girl’s stiff dick in. Zoey started to pump her hips with great, heaving thrusts. The sound of her balls slapping against the impossibly moist and warm entrance of what should have been a cold, clammy cunt echoed through the room.
The Witch let out a high-pitched shriek, mostly muffled by the gag and tape, her odd, pretty face contorted into a horrific snarl as she lunged forward. The infected female didn't care about the duct tape covering her mouth, unable to comprehend such a thing. Desperately trying to sink her teeth into the survivor's shoulder, she thrashed and writhed in an attempt to break free. But the duct tape held strong. The intense animalistic panic in the Witch’s infected eyes only fueled Zoey's feelings of sinfully blissful desire as she continued to violate the deliciously proportioned, porcelain figure beneath her. Each frenzied thrash only heightened the surreal tightness of the infected's inner muscles - it almost felt like Zoey was with a real woman.
The air soon smelled like sex, a scent Zoey had missed. The sloppy wet noises coming from this creature’s cunt were ridiculous! Even with such a drenched pussy, the Witch tried to escape, tried to destroy Zoey, constantly switching between those two forms of action… and then Zoey reached down to cup the infected girl's swollen little clit. To her amazement, it was every bit as sensitive as she had hoped. The Witch's body shuddered beneath her, and Zoey's fingers danced around the tiny nub, eliciting a bestial wail from the infected woman, muffled by the gag. The zombie’s back arched and made a c, and her eyes shot wide, suddenly mad with bliss. The movements of the Witch transformed entirely. Instead of trying to wrench her body and crotch away or burrow her teeth and claws into Zoey, she instead, seemingly unconsciously, pushed her thin pale legs apart, allowing easier access to the deepest parts of herself.
This monster’s cunt was trying to drain her dry!
Zoey moaned. “Fuck yess! Oh fuck!” Her entire dick throbbed, balls aching for release, as the Witch’s inner walls tremored, pulsed, tightened around her. Was this fucking bitch cumming all on her own? It seemed she was! Zoey glanced at the Witch’s face and felt her heart race. What the- was it just her, or did this thing’s face get more and more cute the longer they fucked? That orgasm face was to die for. The Witch's desperation for escape had somehow turned to something resembling a plea for mercy. Her eyes, once a frothing abyss of rage, now held a soft, kitten-like quality.
Zoey was so damned turned on! Her hips became a blur… and soon the Witch was thrashing again, in an entirely different manner this time. It seemed, finally, or perhaps because the orgasm had shocked her into a kind of sedated state, that the infected had accepted her fate- now recognized it was trapped, bound, gagged… Zoey’s helpless little victim, a human’s prey for once. Zoey was so close to dumping her load! She managed to resist cumming for a few more seconds, but when the Witch closed her eyes and started to meet each thrust with one of her own, the confusion, and excitement drove the human woman over the edge. She wished she didn’t have a condom on, but obviously couldn’t risk infection. It felt like such a waste pumping out rope after rope into some balloon when the Witch’s womb was probably so lonely! Zoey abandoned the infected’s sensitive clitoris, grinning as she pulled her dick out with a wet schlurp sound. Cum and pussy juices soon soaked the bed.
The Witch’s mask of innocence was quickly shifting into one of monstrous hunger once more. Yet, the brunette survivor’s infected lover didn’t stare at her throat or at her body as a whole, those hungry eyes fixated on her cock. Was that lust in that demonic gaze? Zoey glanced down and noticed a stream of glistening wetness pouring down the Witch’s thighs. The woman-thing started to thrash, spread her thighs apart, closed them, then opened them again, humping at mid-air. Something clicked.
The Witch wanted to get fucked again. Her eyes said she wanted to consume Zoey, wanted to kill and devour her, but would take whatever the human had to offer. Zoey grinned.
“So you’re lonely, hungry for me, too, huh? I think we can work something out.”
There were two packs of condoms in the nightstand drawer afterall.