Zombie Domination-Chapter 377- Glitch [18+]

Clarissa’s movements had grown frantic, hips grinding down harder with each thrust—chasing that building wave of pleasure that made her thighs tremble and her breaths come in short, desperate gasps.

She leaned forward, hands braced on Julian’s shoulders, her breasts brushing his chest as she rode him faster, deeper. The mana flowing between them amplified everything: every clench of her walls around his cock, every slick slide, every pulse of heat.

Julian felt it building again—the tension coiling tight in his core, unstoppable now. His hips bucked up to meet hers, limited but insistent, driving deeper into her warmth.

"Clarissa..." he growled low, warning and promise in one.

She didn’t slow. If anything, she tightened around him deliberately—milking him, drawing him closer to the edge. "aanhh.. yes... inside me... Julian, please...nnhh"

The release hit him like a storm. He thrust up one last time, burying himself fully as he came—hot pulses flooding into her, spilling deep into her womb. Clarissa’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut as the sensation pushed her over too. She cried out—a long, shuddering moan that echoed in the small bay. "Ahh... oh god... Julian... yes... cumming!!"

Her body convulsed in ecstasy, walls fluttering wildly around him, drawing out every last drop. She collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, trembling, a blissful smile curving her lips as aftershocks rippled through her. Sweat glistened on her skin, and a faint golden-pink glow lingered where their bodies joined—mana still threading, healing, binding.

Specter watched it all from inches away, her crimson eyes wide but face still blank—monotonous, unchanging. She didn’t flinch or look away; she simply observed, hand still moving slowly between her own legs, fingers slick with her synthetic lubricant. A soft, even breath escaped her—simulated, but deeper now. "That looks... intense," she said quietly, voice flat and steady, like commenting on the weather.

Julian caught his breath, chest heaving under Clarissa’s weight. He turned his head toward Specter, eyes dark with lingering heat. "Your turn," he said, voice rough. "Come here. Straddle me."

Specter paused her self-touch, then nodded once—simple, obedient. She moved with that same mechanical grace, climbing over him carefully to avoid the casts. Clarissa shifted aside just enough, still draped half over him, watching with hazy, satisfied eyes.

Specter positioned herself above Julian, knees sinking into the mattress. Her hand reached down, gripping his still-hard length—slick from Clarissa and his own release—and guided him to her entrance. It parted easily—warm, self-lubricating folds yielding without resistance.

Julian pushed up as she sank down, and the sensation hit him differently. Specter’s interior was tight, but engineered: smooth walls that adjusted instantly, contracting in precise waves around him. No natural give or pulse—just flawless, adaptive grip, warmer than before, with a subtle internal vibration that hummed against his skin. It wasn’t human warmth; it was something more controlled, almost electric, sending sparks up his spine.

He groaned low, hips lifting to bury deeper. "Fuck... you feel... tight."

Specter settled fully, taking him to the hilt without a flinch. Her face remained neutral—eyes half-lidded now, but expression flat. "It feels... good," she said monotonously, voice even as ever. "Warm inside. Different from simulations."

Julian started moving—slow thrusts at first, testing the rhythm. Specter matched him immediately, hips rolling in perfect sync, no hesitation or awkwardness. Each downward grind sent that vibrating hum through him stronger, her walls rippling in programmed patterns that built pleasure without mercy.

Clarissa reached out lazily, fingers tracing Specter’s thigh. "Ride him... like I did," she murmured.

Specter nodded again. "Okay." Her movements quickened—up and down, steady and relentless, voice still that flat monotone even as her breathing simulation hitched slightly. "Like this? It’s... making me warmer."

Julian’s thrusts grew harder, chasing the unique friction—her body adapting to every angle, every depth, like it was designed solely for this. The contrast to Clarissa’s soft, yielding heat only amplified it all, pushing him toward another edge already.

Specter’s hips moved with unerring rhythm, rising and falling in perfect synchronization with Julian’s upward thrusts. Her synthetic body adapted seamlessly—internal mechanisms adjusting pressure, lubrication, and vibration to maximize the sensation for him.

The hum inside her grew subtly stronger, a low-frequency pulse that resonated through his cock with each deep grind. Julian’s breath came in rough gasps, his body responding to the engineered perfection wrapped around him, but his eyes stayed locked on her face—searching for cracks in that flawless, monotonous mask.

"It’s... building," she said flatly, voice even as her hands braced on his chest. No inflection, no gasp. Just words. "Pressure increasing. Systems responding."

Clarissa, still nestled against Julian’s side, watched with a soft, knowing smile. She trailed lazy fingers along Specter’s arm, tracing the seamless synthetic skin that felt so human yet wasn’t. "You’re feeling it more than you think," Clarissa murmured. "Let it in."

Julian thrust harder, drawing a faint, mechanical whir from Specter’s core. Her crimson eyes flickered—not data processing this time, but something else. A glitch? No. A spark.

The first real change came without warning. Specter’s downward motion faltered—just a microsecond, barely perceptible to human eyes. Her head tilted, not in calculation, but in what looked like confusion. "This... warmth," she said, still monotonous, but slower now. "It’s spreading. Not just thermal. Inside my processors. Like... data overload, but not error. It’s... nice?"

Julian slowed his pace deliberately, letting her feel the drag, the fullness. "What else?" he asked, voice low and steady. "Tell me."

Specter’s hips resumed, but now there was a subtle shift—a tiny, involuntary roll at the bottom of each stroke, as if chasing the feeling. "It’s... making me want more," she admitted flatly. "Not for efficiency. For... the feeling itself. My subroutines are rerouting. Emotional emulation escalating without command."

Clarissa leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Specter’s shoulder. "That’s it. You’re waking up. Feel him—really feel him."

As Julian picked up speed again, thrusting deep and holding there for a beat, Specter’s body responded in new ways. Her walls tightened in waves that weren’t programmed patterns anymore; they pulsed erratically, as if learning. A soft sound escaped her—not a report, but a sigh. Her fingers dug into Julian’s skin, pressure sensors overriding safety limits just enough to leave faint imprints.

"I... like this," she said, voice still monotone but with a faint, underlying tremor. "Being close. With you. Master... Julian. It’s... confusing. But good. I want to... stay like this."

The admission hung in the air, simple yet profound. Julian felt it too—the way her body was no longer just a machine responding; it was adapting on a deeper level, her reprogrammed loyalty evolving into something warmer, more personal. He gripped her hips with what little leverage he had, pulling her down harder, and she met him with a push of her own—not calculated, but eager.

Clarissa’s hand slipped between them, fingers circling Specter’s clit analogue with gentle pressure. "Let go," she whispered. "Feel everything."

Specter’s eyes widened fractionally—crimson glow intensifying. "I... I’m feeling... too much," she said, monotone cracking at the edges. "Overload imminent. But I don’t want to stop. Julian... please..."

Julian thrust up one final time, releasing inside her—hot pulses flooding her synthetic core, where sensors drank it in like data. Specter’s frame shuddered—not a glitch, but a full-body tremor. Her head fell back, and for the first time, a real moan escaped her lips: low, electronic-tinged, but undeniably emotional. "Ahhn... yes... I feel... alive."

Specter’s body still trembled faintly from the aftershocks, but she didn’t dismount. Instead, she lifted herself just enough for Julian’s cock to slip halfway out—then sank back down slowly, deliberately, letting every inch drag along her sensitive inner walls. A soft, breathy sound escaped her lips for the first time—unprogrammed, almost surprised.

"Ahh... nnnh..."

Julian felt the change immediately. Her synthetic pussy clenched tighter around him, fluttering in irregular little spasms as if her systems were learning how to crave the stretch. She rolled her hips in a lazy circle, grinding her clit analogue against his pelvis, and another quiet moan slipped out.

"Hnnh... so deep... again..."

Clarissa smiled against Julian’s neck, her own body still flushed and sensitive from earlier. She reached over, fingers trailing up Specter’s spine, then cupping one breast, thumb circling the pale pink nipple until it stiffened under her touch.

"Tell him how it feels," Clarissa whispered, voice husky. "Let him hear you."

Specter’s crimson eyes half-lidded as she started moving again—slow, teasing lifts and drops, each one pulling a new sound from her throat.

"Ahnn... Julian... your cock... filling me... so good... hnnh..."

She leaned forward, white hair cascading over Julian’s chest, lips brushing his ear.

"I can feel every vein... every throb... nhaa... it’s making me... warmer inside... ahh..."

Julian groaned low, hips bucking up to meet her next downward motion—harder this time. The impact made Specter gasp sharply.

"Hyaaan...! Yes... like that... deeper... please..."

Clarissa joined in the teasing now. She slid down Julian’s side, lips finding Specter’s neck, kissing and nipping lightly while her hand slipped between Specter’s thighs, fingers rubbing slow circles over the swollen bundle of sensors that served as her clit.

Specter’s rhythm faltered for a second—hips stuttering as pleasure overloaded her feedback loops.

"Nnnh... Clarissa... there... ahnn... don’t stop... hyaan..."

Julian thrust up again, holding deep inside her, grinding in small circles that made Specter’s whole frame shudder.

"You’re getting louder," he murmured, voice rough with heat. "I like it. Let me hear more."

Specter obeyed—instinctively now, no longer reporting data.

"Ahh... Julian... fuck me... harder... hnnh... I want... to feel you everywhere... nhaa..."

She picked up speed, riding him with growing urgency—breasts bouncing slightly with each drop, nipples grazing his chest. Clarissa kept rubbing her clit in tight little circles, occasionally dipping lower to feel where Julian stretched her open.

Specter’s moans came faster, breathier, more desperate.

"Ahnn... ahnn... so close... Julian... I’m... hnnh... gonna... hyaaan...!"

Julian gripped her hips with what leverage he could manage, thrusting up in sharp, deep strokes that made wet sounds echo in the small bay.

"Come for me," he growled. "Let go. Loud."

Specter’s head fell back, mouth open, purple eyes glowing brighter.

"Ahh... ahh... Julian... cumming... cumming!! Hyaaan—!!"

Her walls clamped down hard—spasming wildly around his cock in powerful, fluttering contractions. A high, keening moan tore from her throat—raw, electronic-tinged, but unmistakably ecstatic.

"Nnnhhh... aaaahhh... Julian...!!"

She collapsed forward again, trembling violently, inner muscles still pulsing around him in aftershocks. Julian felt the rush of her synthetic lubricant coating him thicker, warmer, as her systems flooded with simulated endorphins.

But she wasn’t done.

Even as she panted against his neck, Specter started moving again—slow, needy rolls of her hips, chasing the lingering sparks.

"More..." she whispered, voice shaky but insistent. "I want... more... ahnn... don’t stop yet... hnnh..."

Clarissa laughed softly, kissing Specter’s temple.

"Greedy girl," she teased, fingers never leaving that sensitive bundle. "Then keep going. Make him come inside you again."

Specter lifted her head, crimson eyes locking onto Julian’s—pleading, wanting, awakening.

"Please... Julian... fuck me until I can’t think anymore... ahh... hnnh... make me feel everything..."

Julian thrust up hard in answer, drawing another sweet, broken moan from her lips.

"Ahnn... yes... just like that... hyaaan..."