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I swallowed a thick lump of apprehension in my throat when it was my turn to crouch and move across to the other side, my eyes darting to and fro rapidly. The only thing that reassured me that my back was covered was the knowledge that Catya was behind me and she would come to my aid if a Zeke decided to make an untimely attack and bring it's companions with him. Though, I could feel the fear emanating from her being, and since I was just as afraid as I was, it didn't help to boost my overall boldness in this situation. I waited for Joshua to give me the signal, my eyes still searching about for potential threats, then quickly went across to his side when I was told to go.
My entire body tensed the instant Catalina began to pump my length, and my head fell back against the furs of the bed with a fwump as I suddenly lost control of my senses. My being convulsed in pleasure underneath her as she continued to tease me, the only movement I could make by my own control was to look up into her lustful eyes. It wasn't all too hard to guess what she wanted. She wanted me to be the dominant partner. To take control of the situation and ravish her, and urge her to new delights. Upon realization of that I smirked, and forced myself into a sitting position while batting her hand away. My left arm wrapped about her lower back and pulled her close to me while my other hand lined my member with her core, a lustful look to my eyes and mouth. I gave her a two-second warning before colliding my lips with hers, our foreheads together as I sunk into her being, shuddering in ecstasy at the way my nether regions felt.
I grinned in delight in response to Catalina's request, and obediently I complied, pressing her body against my own before slowly moving in and out of her core, my length sliding against the tight, wet walls of her sex in an indescribable sensation. It made all my senses come alive in a fiery way, and my eyes were half-lidded and filled with such love, lust, and passion that they practically swam about in my irises. The pliancy of Catalina's frame against my body only added to my pleasure, my hips grinding with hers as my thrusts gradually began to increase in speed and force, half-controlped, half-instinctual, but on the verge of being subject to the second impulse.
//Lol I didn't realize that Joshua was named after your boyfriend. You must really adore him!
I chuckled lightly at Catya's half-boast, but stopped when I noticed that Joshua was glaring at me. Momentarily, I stared at him, not understanding what had suddenly caused him to be sour with me until I noted the loving look that Catya had given me. That's when I realized his abrupt change in mood. He was jealous. But why now? Why ever, really? He never had a reason to be jealous with me before! Yes, Catya and I had long history together, but that didn't mean I intended on competing with Joshua for affections. And besides, this attitude of his was foolish. We were in the middle of a suicide-mission, and he's angry at me just because Catya gave me a look that used to only be given to him and their now deceased daughter. "We better keep moving," I said quickly, wanting to keep going so as to stop Joshua from venting his annoyance on me. "Before that Zeke decides to turn around again."
By the gods above, she must have been reading my mind. I was just going to give her what she was begging for so desperately, so needfully, but I was pushed onto my back and straddled before I could. Not that I was complaining or resisting in any way--it just excited me even more than before. Lacing our fingers together so I could have some form of leverage, I situated myself before beginning to pound into her core as much as my horizontal state would allow me(although I did not intend to stay in that position for much longer). Whatever reigns I had maintained a grip on, I released, my only focus on pleasuring Catalina and giving her exactly what she wanted. To take her, to claim her, to love her to the point where she would be unable to do anything else. To make her mine, and mine alone.
"Catalina..." I groaned back, my lips parted mid-grunt in pleasure as we continued to make love in this wild fashion. My bliss only increased tenfold when I felt her walls tighten around my shaft, my breathing coming more husky and faltering between thrusts, groans and grunts of pleasure the only sounds that I could make in this time of ecstasy. "C-Catalina...I'm getting close," I managed to huff out, starting to become aware of the tightness beginning to build up inside of my member. She had already marked me--I wanted to mark her. I wanted to fill her with my essence, and bind her mind, body, and soul to me as we came together. I wanted--no, I would--make her mine.
"Sh-t. Here they come," I hissed, immediately drawing out my knife and ducking behind a corner just before the undead could catch me in their line of sight. Gripping the holster convulsively, I forced myself not to overreact, not daring to look to see if they had forgotten the sound and resumed their dormant walking. "We're only a room away from the lab, but if one of us makes another damn sound, we're dead, so everyone quietly cut across to an empty room until the Zekes have gone, but DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU," I whispered harshly, turning my eyes toward the reflection of the zombies on one of the glass windows, and my own image so that I could see if they were about to turn the corner or not. Motioning with my hand, I gestures for Joshua and Catya to go first while keeping my eyes on the undead warily.
"G-Glad to have been the first, " I replied shakily, returning a loving smile of my own while the rest of my concentration was focused on not painting her insides with my seed. Her orgasm had almost sent me over the edge, but I did not want to cum inside of her in the event that she did not take it positively. My hips still grinded with hers, my length sliding in and out of her and now coated with her juices. " I'm really close....ugh..." My eyes searched hers as I trusted into her, looking for a sign of whether or not she would allow me to fill her with my essence.
I only barely acknowledged the scream of pain from Joshua that echoed through the hallway--I had myself occupied stabbing my knife through the skull of a Zeke, severing the only organ that was still 'alive' and keeping this thing moving. When I turned to aid Catya and Joshua however, I was witness to a horrifying, dreadful sight. Joshua had been turned--that scream of pain was him being bitten by a zombie. And now he was atop Catalina trying to bite her as well. My fingers scrabbled about for my gun, but when they curled about the holster, I stopped, my eyes suddenly starting to throb with sudden anguish. Joshua was a Zeke now, but did that really provide an excuse for me to shoot him? Catya's husband? Could I forgive myself for doing so? Throat constricting at the thought, it took immense willpower to draw the firearm and kill what used to be Joshua with a shot to the head, turning away with a feeling of agony and guilt so I didn't have to see his body flop to the ground away from Catya.
//Retaliative? New word I'm going to have to look up in my dictionary.
At those words, I allowed my walls to cave, and my next thrust was my last as I groaned loudly in ecstasy as the floodgates opened and my seed spewed out generously into Catalina's core. The event itself seemed to last for an eternity, my essence continuing to be pumped inside of her until she was full of all that was me, our juices mingling together delightfully and adding to the load. At long last, my body collapsed back onto the furs with a shaky sigh, my expression one of total and utter bliss. I was filled with a sense of triumph, euphoria, and exhaustion now that I had bound Catalina to me by filling her with my seed. My hands shakily slid across her heated, soft flesh as I gently rolled us onto our sides so that we were facing each other, our legs intertwined and bodies curled together in a loving embrace.
Hearing Catya's weeping for the loss of her husband made me crack, my own eyes beginning to water until the salty tears began to run down the sides of my cheeks. A gasp of pain and utter guilt wracked my body as I dropped my head into my hands, still unable to fathom what I had just done. I so wanted to comfort Catya, to soothe her, but I did not believe that she would want my comfort. Zeke or no, I had basically killed her husband. Her lover. The father to the daughter that was now dead. I could never deserve her compassion, since I was the one who had put an end to the life of the person that had understood her most of all.
I beamed down at Catalina in delight, internally thrilled that she had made request, because she had voiced my own want to continue with our...union, for lack of words, and ravish each other for the remainder of the night. Tenderly I laid a kiss to her lips, inhaling the sharp, spicy scent of all that was her. "I thought you'd never ask," I told her lovingly, my free arm gently pulling us together as I caressed the side of her torso and chest with a gentle touch. I was recharging somewhat faster than I had expected, but that was good--it meant another unit of energy to fuel our ardor as had our meeting of minds and bodies.
//LOL That mistake happens ALL the time, so don't worry. Sorry if this was late. I briefly got into trouble so I was grounded from all electronic devices for a couple of days.
The stillness of the atmosphere was duly noticed by Mousetalon as his lithe frame brushed against the many fronds and brushes making up the forest floor beneath the towering trunks of the sequoias, the russet red bark gleaming in the filtered sunlight. Well, I guess this is the place, the greyish-brown tabby thought to himself, slowing to a stop at the foot of one of the behemoth trees. If he was lucky, a guard had already spotted him and would come down to meet him--he wasn't very inclined toward the idea of climbing up several dozen feet to the camp just to make himself announced.
Mousetalon slightly winced at the sound of the call, and warily watched the ebony tom slink toward him from the roots of the trees. "Mousetalon is my name. I'd like to apply as a member of the Avian Dynasty." While he said this, his amber eyes glanced up lightly at the shadows of the branches high above them, then back at the cat in front of him. Geez, he climbed all the way down from up there?
"Good question. I don't really come from anywhere," Mousetalon admitted thoughtfully, not bothering to comment on the tom's irritated tone. Honestly, he had been expecting that. He'd guessed the Avians weren't too trusting of strangers because of their history, so he wasn't at all surprised. "I just tend to wander. It's really all that I tend to do the most of."
Hugo wasn't at all certain of what had tackled him until he found himself facedown to the ground with the weight of some other person on top of him. Instinctively he had thrown his arms over his head, in case his assaulter might try to hit him, but no blows came--yet. Just a yell from some girl asking who the hell he was. "I'm no position to answer until you get whoever just tackled me off my back! I'm not a rapist, if that's what the reason is!" the blonde teen cried, hoping that logic would win out, and he would be released. However, it didn't really seem that likely, and he was not all that against having to bring out the beast if diplomacy didn't work.
The newcomer took Mousetalon a little bit off-guard--he had half-expected other cats to arrive, just not that soon. Not to mention the fact that the hyper-active attitude and supposedly endless cheerfulness was a bit surprising as well. However, none of that showed on the greyish-brown tabby's expression, and he quietly regarded the cat with amber-tinted eyes. "Well, hmm, you certainly are quite bouncy. I think I'll call you Blitz--it's easy to remember, and it actually rather suits you."
//Question: Is there a list for registered members? And I don't see 'The Avian Dynasty' listed on the group membership board.
