Zombie Domination-Chapter 318- Expert [18+]
"My turn to drive," she purred, Her voice was low and soft. Her hands, usually idle or tinkering with tools, now were instruments of deliberate seduction, They roamed over his chest, mapping the hard planes of his muscles, tracing old scars with a surprising tenderness before her touch turned demanding again.
Julian lay back, a willing captive, his hands coming to rest on her thighs. His expression showed intense focus, watching her every move with the appreciation and burning desire of a man. "by all means," he rumbled, giving her a slight, encouraging squeeze.
Fey didn’t need further permission, She lifted herself, positioned him, and then sank down onto him in one slow, breathtaking slide. A sharp, guttural gasp was torn from her lips, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat, The initial shock of sensation gave way to a rolling wave of pleasure, and she began to move, establishing a rhythm that was both erotic and hypnotic.
"Ohh, god... annh.. Julian..." she chanted, her voice losing its usual dry edge, becoming lustful with an unstoppable need, her sexy movements, every rise and fall is an act of claim that makes her even more aroused.
She braced her hands on his chest, her nails digging in just enough to sting. "You feel... nhh... you feel incredible... Your dick..nhha....right here.."
Julian’s breath came in harsh pants, his own control fraying at the edges as he watched her above him, Her breasts swayed with her motions. He reached up, his thumbs touching her nipples, rubbing and pinching gently. Fey cried out, her rhythm stuttering for a beat before becoming more frantic.
"Is this what you wanted?" she managed to gasp, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes, "To just.. lie back and let someone else take what they need from you for a change?"
"I want," Julian ground out, his hips meeting her downward thrust with a force that made her yelp, "to see you come undone. I want to watch you lose control, So don’t hold back on my account, Fey"
A fierce, beautiful smile broke across her face. "Bastard" she breathed, but the word was an endearment.
She leaned forward, changing the angle, and the new depth of contact made them both groan, Her pace became less rhythmic, more desperate, driven by a rising tide of sensation she was no longer trying to master, but to ride, Her moans grew louder, less formed, a continuous stream of pleas and affirmations, "Yes... anh..right there... don’t stop... hmnn..aahh.. harder... I’m so close, Julian, I’m so..."
From the side, Dori watched, utterly mesmerized, The unfiltered sexuality between Fey and Julian is both intimidating and incredibly arousing. She saw Fey’s abandonment, her complete surrender to the feeling, and a part of her yearned for that same fearless release, Her own body throbbed in sympathetic rhythm, a needy ache building between her legs.
Julian’s gaze, dark and heavy-lidded, slid from Fey’s ecstatic face to meet Dori’s wide, yearning eyes, Even in the throes of his own pleasure, his awareness of her was absolute.
He saw her longing, her hesitation, and the trust she held for him, "Dori," he called out, his voice thick but commanding. It cut through the haze of Fey’s moans.
Dori jumped slightly, as if awakened from a trance. "y-yes?"
His eyes held hers. "Come here" It was not a request. He gestured with a slight tilt of his head, "Sit on my face."
The blunt instruction, delivered so calmly amidst the carnal chaos, sent a jolt of shock and molten heat straight through Dori’s core, Her mouth fell open, She had heard of such things in hushed, embarrassed whispers, but to have it directed at her, by him, in this moment.... Fey, hearing the exchange, let out a ragged laugh that ended in a moan.
"Anhh.. do it, Dori," Fey panted, her movements never ceasing. "He’s an expert at that, too, Don’t... ahnn... don’t let his bossy tone fool you, He’ll ruin you for anyone else."
The combination of Julian’s command and Fey’s breathless encouragement broke through Dori’s last barrier of shyness. A new, daring courage flooded her veins.
She crawled over the tangled bedding until she was kneeling above Julian’s head. From this vantage point, she could see Fey riding him with abandon, could see the intense focus on Julian’s face as he looked up at her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, "I...I don’t know how..." she whispered.
"You don’t need to know how" Julian said, his voice muffled slightly but no less authoritative, "Just lower yourself, Let me take care of you."
And she did, With a shuddering breath, she lowered hersel guiding herself until she felt the warm, Julian’s strong lips licked her vagina. The sensation was electric, so much more intense than she had imagined, A sharp cry escaped her, different from Fey’s—higher, laced with surprise and instant, overwhelming pleasure.
Julian’s hands came up to grip her hips, steadying her. And then he began to work, His tongue found her core with unerring accuracy, laving broad, flat strokes that made her thighs quake, He nipped gently, then soothed with his lips, building a rhythm that was entirely for her.
The sounds of Fey’s passion, the feel of the tent around her, it all faded into a blur. There was only Julian’s mouth, his tongue, and the blinding pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.
"Annh.. hnaa, Julian...hnnn..what....ah..what is that." she babbled, her hands flying to tangle in his hair, not to guide, but to anchor herself as waves of sensation threatened to sweep her away. Her own movements became involuntary, small, desperate grinds against his face, seeking more of the unbelievable feeling.
Below, Fey was approaching her peak. The dual stimulation of watching Dori’s innocent ecstasy and feeling Julian’s relentless attention on her own body was pushing her over the edge. "Fuck... ahh.. I’m gonna.. Julian, I’m cumming!" Her cry was loud as her body seized, clenching tightly around him as her orgasm ripped through her in powerful, pulsing waves.
She ollapsed forward onto his chest, trembling violently, her cries muffled against his skin, Julian groaned beneath them both, the vibrations of his voice adding a new layer of sensation for Dori, He held Fey through her climax, his hands stroking her back, while his mouth never ceased its devoted attention to Dori.
Feeling Fey’s release seemed to unlock something in Dori. The coil of pleasure within her, wound to an unbearable tightness by Julian’s skillful tongue, suddenly snapped.
Her vision whited out, A sound she didn’t recognize, a broken moan escaped her throat as her first orgasm hit her, It was cataclysmic, wiping her mind clean of every thought, leaving only pure, radiant sensation.
Her body convulsed, and she would have fallen Over if not for Julian’s strong hands holding her firmly in place against his mouth, letting her ride out every last shuddering spasm.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of three people gasping for air. Fey lay boneless and spent on Julian’s chest. Dori, her legs utterly useless, slowly, carefully, shifted off of Julian’s face and collapsed onto the bedding beside him.
Julian took a deep, steadying breath, his own arousal still painfully present, throbbing and ignored, He turned his head to look at Dori, Her eyes were closed, tears of overwhelm and joy glistening on her lashes.
He reached out and brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. "Alright?" he asked, his voice softer than either woman had ever heard it.
Dori could only nod, a slow, dazed movement. She opened her eyes, and the look she gave him was one of such utter, awestruck devotion that it stole his breath. "I...I didn’t know." she whispered.
Fey, recovering some of her usual spirit, lifted her head with a weak chuckle. "Told you, Expert." She pressed a lazy, sated kiss to Julian’s chest before rolling off to lie on his other side, The three of them lay in a sticky, breathless line under the low ceiling of the tent.
But Julian’s night was not over, The fire Fey and Dori had stoked in him still burned, urgent and demanding. After a few minutes of quiet, his hands began to move again, One traced the curve of Dori’s hip, the other slid up Fey’s thigh.
Fey felt the renewed tension in his body and smirked, "Still not done, are we? Greedy."
"The night is young," Julian murmured, his voice regaining its familiar note of command, though it was laced with a warm intimacy. He turned onto his side to face Dori, pulling her close. "And you" he said, his lips brushing her ear, "have only just begun." His hand slid between her legs, finding her still sensitive and wet. She gasped, her body arching into his touch, the embers of her passion flaring back to life with shocking speed.
At the same time, he looked over his shoulder at Fey. "And you," he said, a challenge in is eyes. "Think you can keep up"
Fey’s tired eyes sparked with renewed interest, "Try me."
