Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 206: Like A Deck Of Cards

Chapter 206: Like A Deck Of Cards

I felt off balance, and not just because I was floating in the air, being held up by Pride’s tail as he ate me out like I was his last meal and he was bound and determined to lap up every last drop.

It was like every last one of my nerves had a bolt of electricity coursing through it as the tip of his tongue spilt apart. The two almost seemed to be in a race as to who would make me come first, one playing more toward my entrance, while the second one went as far inside of me as it could.

Then they would switch just as quickly, one pulling out as the other half went in. Over and over, this happened until I felt something building inside me. The more the tongues moved, the more I squirmed against Pride’s face, his nose bumping against a bundle of nerves on the outside of my pussy’s lips.

The pressure from his nose, combined with his tongues made me explode, and I could feel a rush of... something as if Pride had been leading me to a cliff and simply let me fall off it. "Pride!" I screamed, arching my back as I ground my hips even more on his mouth as his tongues continued their taunt.

More moisture leaked out of me, and for a split second, I was worried that I had actually peed on the demon. "You are my new favorite meal," purred my demon as he ever so slowly withdrew his tongues.

I looked down at him through hooded eyes, my entire body feeling so sated that it was like I was nothing more than a puddle of goo. His mouth sparkled with a liquid that seemed to be steeped into his mouth and chin, and he made a big deal of making sure that he licked up every drop of it.

"What was that?" I asked, my voice soft as the rest of the world seemed to float away. I could feel his tail bringing me down so that his arms could cradle me, and I let go of his horns, though I don’t really remember that part.

"That, my love," whispered Pride as he cuddled me against his chest. "Was me eating you out, and you finding pleasure in it."

His words didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but I still shrugged my shoulders. "And the wet stuff?"

"That is the stuff that let me know you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I’ve never... I didn’t know..." I started, not sure how I could explain the fact that I had never had that stuff coming out of me, and that I was sorry if I peed on him.

"That’s because this was the first time you have ever found pleasure in it," murmured Pride, bringing me over to his office chair so he could sit down. "Thank you for trusting me enough to find pleasure in it."

The moment he sat me down in his lap, I could feel his cock stretching against his pants as if it was trying to get inside of me. "I can take care of that," I promised him, trying to squirm out of his embrace so that I could make sure he came.

"That can take care of itself," he assured me. "If we both ignore it for a while, it will settle down all on its own. While you are responsible for making it hard, you are not responsible for taking care of it after."

"But it was my fault it got hard, and you are hurt," I muttered, my eyes completely closed. However, this was one thing I knew without a doubt. When it became hard, I had to be the one to make it soft again... or else...

Pride only chuckled before he pulled me even closer to his chest so I could hear the two heartbeats inside his chest. "If I could go back in time and kill your Père for myself, I would make sure that he was punished for everything he put you through. But sex isn’t like how he told you it was. That was a perverted old man abusing a girl that didn’t know better. You are not responsible for the actions of others, no matter what they say. Take it from a demon. I know sins well, and your Père was saturated in them."

"Are you sure?" I murmured, already more than half asleep. "I won’t get in trouble?"

"No, Mon Ange," promised Pride. "You will never get in trouble with me, ever. You are my perfect woman, my perfect match. I am here to give you pleasure... and when the time is right, we can find my pleasure together. But this was all for you. Now... close your eyes and get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere."

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"What the fuck did you do?" snarled Tank as soon as he entered Dante’s office and smelled Hattie’s scent all over the room. He could tell that she had come, but he couldn’t smell Dante... did that mean?

"You will close your mouth before you wake her up," sneered Dante, now fully in control of the body. Hattie was still tucked in his arms as he went through all the paperwork on his desk. While it was clear that Bishop had continued keeping track of all the supplies that came in and out, there was a fuck ton more supplies going out than coming in.

In fact, the five years worth of supplies were almost down to only two years... and that pissed him off. He didn’t collect supplies so that every fucking Tom, Dick, and Sally could have free access. No, the entire point of him collecting so much shit before the world ended was to make sure that he and his had everything they needed while they sat out the first year of the apocalypse.

But that first year was going to be up in a few months, and now, he wouldn’t have enough to get through the second and third years.

Fucking Bishop. What was he thinking?

The man had ruled at his side for years before the apocalypse hit, and Dante hadn’t seen a bit of this softer side. In fact, Bishop was almost a master at torturing people and killing off rivals.

But when it was important, the fucking cunt folded like a deck of cards.