Zombie Domination-Chapter 381- Fair

Julian shifted Aya gently to the side—her body still trembling softly in the afterglow, large breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. She curled against the pillows, watching through half-lidded eyes behind her glasses, one hand lazily tracing circles on her own thigh.

Veronica was already moving into position, straddling him again with impatient grace. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid gold, emerald eyes burning with need. She reached down, grasping his still-hard cock—slick from Aya—and guided the head to her dripping entrance.

Julian thrust upward in one smooth, deliberate motion—burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, scorching heat.

Veronica’s head snapped back, mouth falling open on a loud, broken moan.

"Ahh... Julian... fuck... so deep... hnnh...!"

Her walls clamped down immediately, greedy and fluttering, pulling him in deeper. She rocked her hips once, testing the fullness, then looked down at him with dark, demanding eyes.

"Harder," she gasped. "Be rougher... I want it rough tonight... make me feel it... ahnn...!"

Julian’s hands gripped her hips—fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave faint red marks. He thrust up sharply, setting a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly and her moans turn raw.

"Like this?" he growled, slamming up again.

Veronica cried out, nails raking down his chest. "Yes...! Harder... nhh... fuck me like you mean it... hyaan...!"

Julian sat up slightly, mouth finding her neck. He sucked hard—teeth grazing, then biting just enough to mark her pale skin with a blooming red hickey. Veronica shivered violently, walls fluttering around him.

"Ahh... yes... mark me... more... hnnh... I love it...!"

He moved lower—kissing and sucking along her collarbone, then down to the swell of her breast. Another mark bloomed just above her nipple—dark and possessive. Veronica arched into his mouth, moaning louder.

"Julian... your mouth... so hot... nhaa... leave more... make me yours... ahnn...!"

Julian latched onto her nipple—sucking deep, tongue flicking the hard peak while his other hand kneaded her breast roughly. He switched sides, leaving a matching mark, then pulled back to admire the constellation of red blooms across her chest and throat.

Veronica’s eyes were glassy with pleasure, lips parted on constant moans. She leaned down, crashing her mouth against his in a fierce, sloppy kiss—tongues battling, teeth clashing. She tasted like desperation and heat, moaning into his mouth with every brutal thrust.

"I’m... close... Julian... so close... hnnh... don’t slow down... ahh...!"

Julian matched her urgency—hips snapping up faster, harder, driving deep into her with relentless force. Veronica’s walls started to flutter erratically, tightening in powerful spasms around his cock.

"Ahnn... Julian... I’m... gonna cum... hyaan...!"

Her pussy clamped down like a vice—walls pulsing wildly as her orgasm ripped through her. Veronica screamed into his mouth, body convulsing, hips grinding down desperately to take every inch.

"Cumming...! Julian... aaaahhh...!!"

The sudden, intense clench pushed Julian over the edge. He thrust up one final time—burying himself to the hilt—and came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into her womb, flooding her with heat.

Veronica’s eyes rolled back, body seizing in ecstatic spasms. Her walls milked him greedily, drawing out every pulse, every drop. "Ahh... inside... so hot... filling me... nhh... Julian... yes...!"

She collapsed forward onto his chest—trembling violently, thighs quaking, pussy still fluttering around him in aftershocks. Small, broken whimpers escaped her lips as the overstimulation rolled through her.

"Julian... so much... I can feel it... deep... hnnh... perfect..."

Julian wrapped his arms around her, holding her close while she shook through the last waves. One hand stroked her back soothingly, the other tangling gently in her blonde hair.

Aya watched from the side—cheeks flushed, fingers still lazily circling her own clit. She leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Julian’s shoulder.

"You marked her so pretty..." she whispered shyly. "She looks... happy..."

Veronica lifted her head just enough to glare weakly at Aya—though the effect was ruined by her dazed, blissed-out expression.

"Shut up... and come here... it’s not over yet..."

She reached out, pulling Aya closer until the three of them were tangled together again—bodies pressed close, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

Julian pressed a soft kiss to Veronica’s marked neck, then turned to brush his lips against Aya’s temple.

"Rest for a minute," he murmured. "Then we continue."

Veronica let out a shaky laugh against his chest.

"You better... I’m nowhere near done with you."

After that, Aya and Veronica finally succumbed to exhaustion, their bodies going limp against Julian’s. Aya curled into his right side like a contented cat—short black hair tickling his shoulder, large breasts pressed warmly against his arm, one leg draped over his thigh. Veronica claimed his left—long blonde waves fanned across his chest, her marked neck and collarbone still flushed red from his kisses and bites, one arm slung possessively around his waist. Both breathed deeply and evenly, soft sighs escaping their lips in sleep.

Julian lay trapped in the middle—arms pinned gently beneath them, unable (and unwilling) to move too much. He stared up at the ceiling of Veronica’s quarters, feeling the steady rise and fall of their breathing sync with his own. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and faint traces of mana residue. His newly healed hands rested lightly on their backs—stroking absently, almost protectively.

The door hissed open without warning.

Celestia stepped inside, silver hair cascading down her back in a long, shimmering curtain that caught the low light like liquid metal. She paused in the doorway, silver-threaded eyes scanning the scene with cool precision: the tangled sheets, the scattered clothes, the two sleeping women draped over Julian like living blankets, and Julian himself—still naked, still hard beneath the thin cover of a sheet, looking far too calm for the situation.

Celestia tilted her head slightly.

"You three were... brutal," she said flatly, voice low and even. No judgment, just observation.

Julian met her gaze without flinching.

"They asked for it," he replied simply. "I gave them what they wanted."

Celestia stepped further in, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft click. She crossed her arms, silver hair shifting like silk as she moved.

"I’ve already moved Clarissa and Specter to their quarters. They’re resting peacefully." She paused, gray eyes locking onto his. "So now I want my reward."

Julian raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"That’s all you did—move two people—and you want a reward for it?"

Celestia didn’t blink.

"It’s only fair. Everyone else got theirs tonight. I want appreciation too." Her voice remained calm, almost clinical, but there was a faint undercurrent of something deeper—hunger, perhaps, or simple need. "I’ve been patient. I deserve to be... acknowledged."

Her gray eyes held his—steady, unyielding, the silver strands framing her face like a halo of moonlight.

Julian exhaled slowly through his nose. He shifted carefully—sliding Aya’s leg off his thigh, easing Veronica’s arm from around his waist. Both women murmured sleepily but didn’t wake, instinctively curling closer together in the space he left behind.

He sat up, sheet pooling around his waist, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Standing, he closed the distance to Celestia in three quiet steps—close enough that she had to tilt her head slightly to maintain eye contact.

"What do you want?" he asked, voice low.

Celestia’s lips curved—just the faintest hint of a smile.

"You should already know."

Before he could respond, she surged forward.

Her hands came up—one cupping the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair; the other pressing flat against his chest. She kissed him brutally—lips crashing against his, tongue thrusting deep without preamble or gentleness. It was all hunger, all demand: teeth grazing his lower lip, a soft growl vibrating in her throat as she pressed her body flush against his.

Her silver hair spilled over his shoulders like cool silk, brushing his bare skin. Julian’s hands found her waist instinctively—pulling her closer, matching her intensity. He kissed her back just as hard—tongue tangling with hers, one hand sliding up to grip the nape of her neck, holding her in place while the other dug into her hip.

Celestia broke away first—just enough to breathe—her gray eyes dark and molten.

"Don’t hold back," she whispered against his mouth. "I’ve watched. I’ve waited. Now give me everything they got... and more."

Julian’s grip tightened.

"As you wish."

He spun her around in one smooth motion—back to his chest—pushing her gently but firmly toward the bed. Aya and Veronica stirred faintly but remained asleep, lost in deep post-orgasmic slumber.

Celestia didn’t resist. She let him guide her down onto the mattress beside them, silver hair fanning out like a halo.

"Show me," she said quietly, voice edged with rare need. "Appreciate me properly."

Julian’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, fingers tracing the seam of Celestia’s fitted top. He hooked the hem and peeled it upward—inch by inch—revealing the smooth, pale skin of her midriff first, then the delicate silver-gray lace of her bra. The fabric was sheer in strategic places, the intricate patterns hugging the gentle swell of her breasts perfectly. Her nipples were already faintly visible through the lace, hardened from anticipation.

Celestia didn’t flinch or hurry him. She simply watched—gray eyes steady, silver hair spilling over her shoulders like molten moonlight—as the top came off completely. She lifted her arms to help, letting the garment drop silently to the floor.

Julian stepped closer again, hands sliding to her waist. He leaned in and kissed her once more—slower this time, but no less intense. Lips parted, tongues meeting in a deep, languid dance that made her exhale softly against his mouth.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips lower—along her jaw, down the elegant column of her throat. His tongue flicked out, tasting the faint salt of her skin, then dragged a slow, wet line from the hollow of her collarbone up to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Celestia’s breath hitched—barely audible, but enough for him to notice. Her head tilted slightly, offering more of her neck.

Julian hummed low against her skin, teeth grazing lightly before he sucked—hard enough to leave a faint pink mark that bloomed quickly on her pale throat.

"I want to mess you up," he murmured, voice rough and quiet against her ear. "Completely. Until that perfect composure of yours cracks... until you’re shaking and begging like the others did."

Celestia’s gray eyes darkened, pupils dilating. One hand came up to thread into his hair—not pulling, just holding—while the other rested lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart.

"Then do it," she whispered back, voice calm but edged with something raw. "Ruin me. I’ve waited long enough."