In the dead of night, the world was unnervingly silent. Only the distant groans of wandering zombies echoed faintly through the empty city streets. Julian stood watch at the edge of their campsite, the cold wind ruffling his hair.
He reached into his Inventory and pulled out the blood-red crystals they had collected, each one pulsing with a sinister, dormant energy. Placing them carefully on the cracked pavement before him, he decided to test a theory.
He extended his hand, shadows swirling around his fingers. "[Domination]."
A lone zombie shuffled out of the darkness, eyes vacant. It stood obediently before Julian, swaying slightly.
"Eat this," Julian ordered.
The zombie grasped one of the crystals with trembling fingers, raised it to its mouth, and swallowed it whole. For a moment, nothing happened.
Julian narrowed his eyes. "Is there no effect?"
The zombie's body suddenly bulged grotesquely. With a sickening wet pop, it exploded, flesh and gore splattering in every direction. Julian instinctively threw up his shadow barrier, the dark shield absorbing the worst of the bloody spray. He had also wisely moved a safe distance from the camp.
As the remains settled, Julian noticed the crystal had fallen to the ground, shimmering faintly as if it were trying to merge with something. Wisps of ghostly energy rose from it.
He frowned, deep in thought. Maybe the zombie's body was too weak to contain the crystal's power… or does it require a different condition?
He stared at the crystal, a dangerous idea forming in his mind. But he shook his head. Testing it on myself would be reckless… too dangerous.
A soft rustle behind him caught his attention. He turned and saw Aya, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her tent. Her face looked calmer than usual, her eyes warm with quiet worry.
"Julian… aren't you tired?" she asked, her voice gentle, tinged with a tenderness he wasn't used to hearing from her.
"I can sleep later," Julian replied, looking away. "This is more important."
Aya frowned softly, walking closer until she stood by his side. "That's not good. If you collapse, who will protect us?"
She lowered herself beside the tent, smoothing her skirt, and patted her lap. "Here. Use my lap as a pillow."
Julian hesitated only a moment before lying down, resting his head on her thighs. The warmth of her body and the softness of her touch immediately eased the tension in his muscles.
Aya glanced down at him, her cheeks flushing pink. "This… is a bit embarrassing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julian, his face half-buried and hidden under the swell of Aya's chest, couldn't see how deeply red her face had become.
He murmured sleepily, "Why did you wake up?"
Aya's eyes softened, her fingers brushing his hair. "I was… worried. About everything. Ever since I was little, I worried about whether I could make friends, pass my classes, get a good job, have a family someday… I was always so anxious. And now… with the world like this, with zombies everywhere… I'm terrified for my family."
She drew a shaky breath, tears glistening in her eyes. "But I'm grateful to you, Julian. For saving me… for helping me search for them."
Julian's voice came out low and even. "Our goals happen to line up. That's all."
Aya let out a small, wobbly laugh. "You're terrible at hiding your true feelings, you know."
Before he could respond, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering just a moment. Julian's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected warmth.
Aya giggled softly, her embarrassment bubbling up. "Did that… make something stand up?"
The air was thick with tension as Julian stared at Aya, shocked by her sudden words.
[Domination Quest Progress]
Objective: Aya Claint
Kiss her neck: 0/3
Creampie: 0/5
Take her Virginity: 0/1
Something stirred within Julian. He stood, his body driven by an urge to eating her. His hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. He leaned in, his breath hitching as he pressed his lips to hers. Aya responded, her lips parting, inviting him deeper. Their kiss was a dance, a rhythm that left them both breathless and yearning.
Julian pulled away, his eyes searching Aya's. He saw desire mirrored in her gaze. Without a word, he swept her off her feet, carrying her to the tent he had prepared. He laid her down gently, their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. Aya's voice was a soft plea, "Be gentle with me, Julian." He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
His hands explored her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Aya gasped, her body arching into his touch. He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white bra that strained against her full breasts. He nuzzled against them, his face buried in her softness, inhaling her scent.
Aya laughed, a sound of nervous delight, "Do you like them big?" she asked. Julian lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, "I like everything about you, Aya."
He slid her skirt down, revealing white cotton panties. His hand cupped her mound, feeling her heat. Aya gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. He massaged her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. He leaned down, his tongue flicking against them, drawing out a moan from deep within her.
"Ahh.. julian.."
Julian stepped back, his own desire evident in his erection. Aya's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of fear in her gaze. He cupped her face, his voice a soft murmur, "It's okay, Aya. I'll go slow." She nodded, her trust in him absolute.
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her wetness. He looked into her eyes, seeking her consent. She nodded, her voice a whisper, "I'm ready, Julian."
He began to push into her, her tightness enveloping him. She winced, her nails digging into his back. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he fully sheathed himself within her.
He moved slowly, his hips rolling against hers. He kissed her neck, his hands exploring her body, drawing out moans of pleasure. Aya's voice was a breathless chant, "Julian... I love you." He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, "I love you too, Aya."
Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. He captured her mouth, swallowing her cries. He continued to move, his own release building. He could feel her tightening around him again, her body responding to his. He thrust deeper, his voice a growl, "Come with me, Aya." And they did, their bodies convulsing together, their cries of release echoing through the tent.
In the aftermath, Julian kissed Aya's neck, his body still hard, still wanting. Aya looked up at him, her voice a whisper, "Why are you still hard?"
He chuckled, his voice a low rumble, "Because I'm not done with you yet, Aya." And with that promise, he began to move again, their bodies dancing to the rhythm of their desire.