Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 225: We’re Coming

Chapter 225: We’re Coming

My dreams started out sweet and steamy. I was lying in bed, my eyes closed even in my dream, as Luca started stroking my hair. The silky strands flowed through his fingers like water as he raised a section of it to his mouth.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he purred at me before continuing to comb my hair. He leaned forward just enough so that he could kiss my forehead.

Dante, who was stretched out beside me, was stroking my naked body, the tip of his fingers playing with the scars along my ribs and stomach. I thought I would be more self-conscious about being naked in front of them, but that wasn’t the case at all.

I felt treasured, protected. Like I was the most important woman in the world.

Tank was between my legs, his arms wrapping around my thighs as his hands gripped my ass to keep me in place. Ever so gently, he was kissing that sweet spot where my thighs met my pussy. Not quite giving me what I wanted but playing me like an instrument as I tried to raise my hips to redirect his attention.

"I hate to break it to you, Little Lamb," Tank purred, his hot breath dancing over my wet folds. "But we have all of eternity, and I have dreamed of this moment more times than I care to count. I am going to make every last one of our dreams come true... you just have to stay still."

I let out a low whimper as the tip of his tongue touched my clit. The stroke was so light that it was like it almost wasn’t there. However, combined with Dante’s fingers on my skin and his breath, I exploded, soaking the sheets under me.

Tank hummed in happiness as he dipped his head down, his tongue now alternating between my clit and the soaking wet hole that was just begging for him. I shifted my hips just enough for his nose to brush my clit, sending off another wave. Fuck I was so sensitive; I was definitely going to have to change the sheets before I fell asleep.

Tank tongue became more and more insistent as he continued to eat me out like I was his last meal. My eyes still closed, and I lost myself in the pleasure. Just as I was about to reach my third orgasm, a brutal bit against my clit sent me screaming in pain.

This time, I knew the wetness I was feeling wasn’t a result of the orgasm but blood pouring out of me.

"Yous always were a whore, weren’t ya?" The voice that spoke to me was one that I had never thought to have heard again in my life.

My eyes flew open as I watched my Père lift his head from between my legs and spit a small chunk of flesh out of his blood-soaked mouth. "Dreamin’ of me when you know damn well whos you belong to. Don’t you, you fuckin’ slut."

This time, when I opened my mouth, I screamed at the top of my lungs as Père went back between my legs, drinking the blood pouring out of me. I could feel his tongue pushing inside of me, but it didn’t feel like a normal tongue. Instead, it had the same fork that Pride had had.

My scream was brutally cut off as a hand slapped down over my mouth and nose. My eyes wide, I looked up to see Step Stain #1 sitting where Luca had been before. I struggled to breathe as he continued to cut off my oxygen.

Desperate, I moved as much as I could, but every time I so much as shifted slightly, Père would take another bite out of my tender flesh.

"Ye’s know," purred the man beside me, his clawed fingers still tracing my scars. But every so often, he dug his nail into my flesh, making an old wound bleed again. "Ye shoulda answered us dat day at de house. Now, we’ve wasted so much time ’n energy looking fer you dat we need ta be compensated. Understand?"

Shit Stain #2 was lying where Dante had been before, his face twisting as it shifted between human and demon.

"Demons!" I tried to scream against Shit Stain #1’s hand.

"Tsk," sneered the creature as he looked down at me. "No so smart, is you? Dumber than a tree stump, dat’s fer sure."

"You don’t need to be scared anymore, Luci," purred Père as he lifted his head again. Gone was his City O accent, and in its place was one that sounded so... Country E, that I couldn’t help but shiver.

"Daddy is back for his little girl. And this time, you are going to be good for me, right? I mean, stabbing me in the heart was a bit harsh, don’t you think? You really managed to hurt my feelings. You really should be grateful that I am such a forgiving demon; otherwise, who knows what I would have done?"

"Only a whore seeks forgiveness on her back," purred Shit Stain #2, his accent and words just as precise as Père’s. "But our woman is the Queen of Hell. She should be apologizing on her knees, don’t you think?"

"There is no ours," snarled Père, the insanity I had seen in his eyes before I killed him burning bright as he looked over at his son. "She is mine. I am the only one worthy of being King of Hell, and I will never share what is mine."

"Really?" purred Shit Stain #1. "Because I don’t think that you are strong enough to fight both of us at the same time."

"Fuck off," growled Père as he opened his mouth wide and gouged out a chunk of flesh from my inner thigh. "You know who you belong to. You thought that you could have all this, that you would be finally free. But you owe us; we own you. And guess what? We are coming."

Laughter surrounded me as everyone suddenly let me go. Sitting upright in bed, I looked around the room, only to see four words being carved into the wall in front of me in blood.

"We’re coming for you."

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