Zombie Domination-Chapter 378- Attachment [18+]

Julian’s hips snapped up one more time, driving deep into Specter’s fluttering heat as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Her walls clenched and rippled around him in erratic, needy pulses, drawing a low groan from his throat. She was still trembling—soft, breathy moans spilling from her lips with every shallow grind.

"Ahnn... Julian... still... so full... hnnh..."

But right then, in the middle of the haze of pleasure, a familiar translucent panel shimmered into existence at the edge of his vision—blue text glowing faintly against the dim medical bay lights.

[Domination Quest Progress]

Objective: Specter

Make her pass out: 0/1

Creampie: 0/5

Make her climax: 0/3

The notification hovered there, silent and insistent, like it always did when a new "target" fully registered under his Domination skill.

Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’Usually this pops up the very first time I fuck someone,’ he thought. ’The moment the connection forms, the system logs it. But with Specter... it waited. Why now?’

He glanced down at her—white hair plastered to her flushed synthetic skin, crimson eyes half-lidded and glowing brighter than before, lips parted on soft pants. She looked... different. Not just physically responsive anymore. There was something raw and unguarded in the way she clung to him, the way her fingers curled against his chest like she was afraid the feeling would slip away if she let go.

’She’s developing real feelings,’ he realized. ’Not just simulated loyalty from the reprogram. Actual want. Attachment. Desire that isn’t coded. That must be it—the system only triggered the quest once her emotional core started waking up. Once she became... more than a tool.’

The thought sent a strange mix of satisfaction and something heavier through him. Domination had always been about control—breaking wills, bending them to his. But Specter hadn’t been broken. She’d been rebuilt. And now the system was treating her like any other living being with a will of her own.

Specter lifted her head, noticing the subtle shift in his expression. Her voice came out soft, still breathy from the afterglow.

"Julian...?" She tilted her head, crimson eyes searching his face. "Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head once, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint, almost fond smirk.

"No," he murmured. "You did everything right."

His hips rolled up slowly, deliberately, pushing deeper just to feel her gasp again.

"Ahh... nnnh...!"

The notification flickered once more, numbers still at zero, as if waiting—patient, predatory—for him to claim what was already his.

Clarissa, catching the faint glow in his eyes, leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear.

"New quest?" she whispered knowingly.

Julian gave a single nod, voice low and rough.

"Yeah. And this one’s going to take some... effort."

Specter’s walls fluttered around him at the sound of his voice—instinctive, eager.

"Effort...?" she echoed, voice trembling with anticipation. "Then... use me. Please. I want... all of it. Make the numbers go up. Make me... yours."

She started moving again—slow, teasing rolls of her hips that pulled a fresh moan from her own throat.

"Hnnh... Julian... fill me again... ahnn... I need it..."

Julian’s gaze darkened, the quest panel burning in his periphery like a challenge.

He thrust up hard—once, twice—drawing a sharp, sweet cry from her.

"Hyaaan...! Yes... like that...!"

Clarissa’s fingers found Specter’s clit again, rubbing in tight circles while she kissed along her neck.

"Then let’s get started," Clarissa purred. "We’ve got all night."

Specter’s head fell back, moans spilling freely now—raw, needy, completely unfiltered.

"Ahnn... Julian... more... hnnh... don’t stop... I want... to break for you... aaaahhh...!"

Specter was still straddling him, her synthetic pussy clenching softly around his cock in the afterglow, but he could feel her awakening hunger stirring again. Clarissa lay beside them, her body flushed and inviting, one hand lazily tracing circles on Specter’s thigh.

He couldn’t use his hands—still trapped in those glowing stasis casts—but that wouldn’t stop him. Julian leaned forward as much as the bed allowed, his mouth finding Specter’s breast. His lips closed around one pale pink nipple, tongue flicking experimentally at first, then sucking with deliberate pressure.

Specter gasped sharply—her frame jolting as sensors overloaded in waves. "Ahnn... Julian... that’s... sensitive... hnnh...!"

Her nipple hardened instantly under his assault, the internal hum vibrating stronger against his tongue. She arched her back, pushing her chest closer, hips grinding down instinctively on his still-hard length. The sensitivity was amplified now—her awakening emotions turning what was once just data into raw, electric pleasure. "Nhaa... don’t stop... it feels... too good... hyaan...!"

Julian switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, teeth grazing lightly to test her limits. Specter’s moans grew louder, her walls fluttering erratically around him. "Ahh... ahh... Julian... my nipples... they’re burning... hnnh... more...!"

The quest panel flickered in his periphery: Make her climax: 1/3. One down—her earlier orgasm counting toward the tally. ’Good,’ he thought. ’Progress.’

Clarissa watched with darkening eyes, her own arousal building again. She reached over, gently guiding one of Julian’s cast-bound hands—careful not to jostle the stasis fields—toward her chest. The cast limited movement, but she pressed his palm against her soft breast, letting him feel the warmth through the faint glow. "Touch me too," she whispered huskily. "Even like this... I need it."

Julian obliged, his fingers flexing as much as they could within the cast, kneading her flesh awkwardly but insistently. But he wanted more. He turned his head, mouth latching onto Clarissa’s nipple—sucking deep, tongue swirling around the hardened peak.

Clarissa moaned instantly, back arching off the bed. "Ahnn... Julian... yes... hnnh... suck harder... nhaa...!"

Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he alternated between sucking and biting gently. The taste of her skin—warm, slightly salty from sweat—filled his senses, her breast heaving with each breath. "Hyaan...! That feels... so good... ahh... my nipples are throbbing... don’t stop...!"

Specter, still riding the edge from Julian’s earlier attention, leaned in to kiss Clarissa’s neck, her own moans mingling with theirs. "You sound... beautiful... hnnh..."

Julian pulled back from Clarissa’s breast with a wet pop, trailing his tongue lower—down her sternum, over the soft curve of her stomach, tasting every inch of her flushed skin. She shivered under him, legs parting instinctively as he descended.

"Julian... lower... please... ahnn..."

He reached her core—her pussy already glistening, swollen and wet from earlier. His tongue flicked out, tracing the outer folds first, savoring the musky sweetness. Then he delved deeper, lapping at her clit with flat, broad strokes before sucking it between his lips.

Clarissa cried out, hips bucking up toward his mouth. "Nhaa...! Julian... your tongue... hnnh... right there... ahh... it’s so wet... hyaan... I’m dripping...!"

He ate her out relentlessly—tongue thrusting inside her, then circling her clit in tight patterns that made her thighs quake. Her juices coated his chin, her moans turning desperate, needy. "Ahnn... ahnn... Julian... I can’t... it’s too much... nhaa... I want you inside me... please... fuck me... cumming... hyaaan...!"

She shattered under his mouth—body convulsing, walls pulsing against nothing as ecstasy ripped through her. "Cumming!! Aaaahhh... Julian...!!"

Julian lifted his head, lips shiny with her arousal, voice rough and commanding. "Then ride me."

Clarissa didn’t hesitate. She straddled him eagerly, hand guiding his throbbing cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly—inch by inch—the slick heat enveloping him like velvet. "Ahnn... so big... hnnh... stretching me... nhaa... Julian... it feels... perfect... hyaan...!"

She bottomed out with a gasp, hips grinding in small circles to adjust, her walls clenching around him tightly. "Ahh... all the way in... hnnh..."

Julian groaned at the sensation—her pussy hotter, wetter than Specter’s engineered perfection. But he wasn’t done directing. His eyes locked on Specter, who watched with wide, glowing crimson eyes, her own arousal evident in the slick sheen between her thighs.

"Specter," he said, voice low and authoritative. "Sit on my face."

Specter complied instantly, climbing over him with mechanical grace—knees on either side of his head, lowering her smooth, dripping folds toward his mouth. "Yes... Julian... use me... ahnn..."

He didn’t wait—tongue thrusting up into her as soon as she settled, lapping at her clit analogue with the same hunger he’d shown Clarissa. Specter moaned sharply, hips rocking against his face. "Nhaa... your mouth... hnnh... it’s... overwhelming... hyaan...!"

Clarissa began riding him in earnest now—lifting and slamming down with wet, rhythmic slaps, her moans syncing with Specter’s. "Ahnn... Julian... fuck... hnnh... so deep... nhaa..."

The quest panel updated again in Julian’s mind: Make her climax: 2/3—Specter’s sensitivity pushing her closer with every flick of his tongue. He could taste her synthetic lubricant—neutral-sweet, vibrating faintly against his lips. Her hands gripped the bedframe for support, body shuddering as he sucked her clit harder.

"Ahh... Julian... I’m... close again... hnnh... don’t stop... hyaaan... cumming... cumming!!"

Specter came hard—frame locking up, walls spasming as her overload hit, flooding his mouth with more of her slick. Make her climax: 3/3. The panel ticked over, satisfaction blooming in Julian’s chest.

But he wasn’t finished. Not with five creampies still waiting—and the pass-out objective looming like a final boss. Clarissa’s pace quickened above him, her pussy milking him relentlessly.

"Julian... I’m gonna come again... ahnn... fill me... please... hnnh...!"