Zombie Domination-Chapter 383- Loud

Julian didn’t stop. He kept the rhythm slow at first—deep, rolling thrusts that dragged along Celestia’s inner walls with deliberate friction, each one pulling a fresh, trembling moan from her throat. His thumb continued circling her clit in tight, steady patterns while his other hand roamed her body—squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple, then sliding up to cradle the side of her neck as he kissed her deeply.

Celestia’s composure shattered further with every motion. Her silver hair tangled wildly beneath her, strands sticking to her sweat-damp skin. Her gray eyes—usually so sharp and calculating—were half-lidded and glassy, pupils blown wide. Soft, broken whimpers escaped her lips between kisses, growing louder, less controlled.

"Ahh... Julian... deeper... hnnh... right there... don’t stop... nhaa...!"

He picked up speed gradually—hips snapping forward with more force, each thrust driving him to the hilt. Celestia’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as if to pull him impossibly deeper. Her walls fluttered erratically around his cock, clenching in rhythmic spasms that made him groan low against her throat.

"You’re close," he murmured, voice rough. "Let go. Come for me."

Celestia’s back arched sharply off the bed—fingers clawing at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails. "Julian... I’m... ahh... I can’t hold... hnnh...!"

Her orgasm hit like a wave crashing. Her entire body seized—walls clamping down hard around him in powerful, fluttering contractions, milking him relentlessly. A sharp, unrestrained cry tore from her throat—higher and rawer than anything she’d allowed before.

"Aaaahhh... Julian... cumming... hyaaan...!!"

Her hips bucked wildly against his, thighs quivering violently as ecstasy ripped through her. Her pussy gushed around him, slick heat coating them both. Celestia’s head fell back against the pillow, silver hair fanning out in disarray, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Small tremors continued to ripple through her even after the peak passed—aftershocks that made her whimper softly with every gentle rock of Julian’s hips.

Julian slowed but didn’t stop—riding her through it, drawing out every last pulse until she was limp and trembling beneath him.

Before he could speak, a sleepy, irritated voice cut through the haze.

"...too loud..."

Veronica stirred on the other side of the bed, blinking groggily. She propped herself up on one elbow, long blonde hair a tangled mess, emerald eyes narrowing at the sight of Julian still buried inside Celestia. Aya shifted beside her—rubbing her eyes behind her glasses, cheeks already flushing as she registered the scene.

"You two are... seriously noisy," Veronica grumbled, voice thick with sleep but edged with complaint. "Some of us were trying to rest."

Aya nodded shyly, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest—though her gaze kept flicking toward Julian and Celestia with quiet curiosity. "Y-yeah... the moans... they woke me up... nhh..."

Celestia—still catching her breath—managed a faint, breathless laugh. Her voice was hoarse, but the usual cool tone was returning slowly. "Apologies... I didn’t... intend to be so... vocal."

Julian pulled out gently—Celestia whimpering softly at the loss—then sat back on his heels, looking between the three women with faint amusement.

"She started it," he said simply, nodding toward Celestia. "She asked to be wrecked."

Veronica huffed, sitting up fully now—breasts swaying as she crossed her arms. "Yeah, well, next time warn us so we can put in earplugs or something." But the corner of her mouth twitched, betraying her. "Or... join in. Whichever."

Aya bit her lip, cheeks burning brighter. "I... I don’t mind the noise... but... um... can we... continue too? I’m awake now..."

Celestia lifted her head slightly, silver hair falling across one eye. She looked at Julian—still hard, still ready—and then at the other two women.

"Seems we have an audience," she murmured, voice regaining its calm precision even as her body still trembled faintly. "What do you say, Julian? Shall we... accommodate them?"

Julian’s gaze darkened with heat as he looked over the three of them—Veronica already shifting closer, Aya inching forward shyly, Celestia lying back with legs still parted, invitation clear in her molten gray eyes.

He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to Celestia’s lips—then turned to do the same with Veronica and Aya in turn.

"Guess the night’s not over," he said quietly.

Veronica smirked, reaching for him. "Damn right it isn’t."

Aya nodded eagerly, glasses slipping down her nose again.

And Celestia—still flushed, still marked—simply opened her arms.

"Come back here," she whispered. "All of you."

Julian pulled Celestia up gently into his lap—her legs straddling his thighs, silver hair cascading over both their shoulders like a shimmering veil. She was still trembling faintly from her first orgasm, walls fluttering around nothing now, but her gray eyes were clear and hungry. Veronica and Aya had already shifted closer—Veronica on his left, Aya on his right—bodies pressed warm against his sides, hands roaming with sleepy affection turned eager.

Julian kissed Celestia first—slow, deep, tender—his hands cradling her face like she was something precious. She melted into it, a soft sigh escaping against his lips. Then he turned to Veronica—kissing her with the same unhurried care, thumb brushing away a stray strand of blonde hair from her marked cheek. She hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his palm. Finally Aya—gentle, lingering—his fingers tracing the line of her glasses before cupping her cheek. She whimpered softly, pressing closer.

"I’ve got all of you," he murmured, voice low and steady. "Let me take care of you properly."

He guided Celestia down first—slowly lowering her onto his cock again. She sank inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut as he filled her completely. This time there was no force—just deep, loving connection. Julian rocked up gently, hands sliding up her back to hold her close while he kissed her throat, her collarbone, the faint red marks he’d left earlier.

"Ahh... Julian... so gentle... hnnh... I can feel you everywhere..." Celestia whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. She moved with him—slow rolls of her hips, meeting every gentle thrust.

Veronica leaned in from the side, kissing along Julian’s jaw while her hand slid between Celestia’s thighs—fingers finding her clit and rubbing in soft, loving circles. Celestia moaned louder, head falling back against Julian’s shoulder.

Aya pressed kisses to Julian’s neck, then lower—her mouth closing around one of his nipples, sucking gently while her hand stroked his thigh. "Julian... you feel so warm... nhh..."

Julian’s pace stayed steady—deep, affectionate rolls that built slowly. He kissed Celestia again—tongue sliding against hers in a slow dance—then turned to kiss Veronica, then Aya, cycling between them so none felt left out.

Celestia came first this time—quietly, intensely. Her walls clenched around him in soft, fluttering waves, body trembling as she buried her face in his neck. "Julian... I’m... ahh... cumming... so good..."

He held her through it—thrusting gently, letting her ride the aftershocks—until her breathing steadied. Then he lifted her carefully off him, laying her beside him with a soft kiss to her forehead. "Rest," he whispered. She smiled faintly—gray eyes hazy with satisfaction—curling against his side.

Veronica moved next—straddling him without a word. She sank down slowly, taking him deep, emerald eyes locked on his. "My turn," she breathed, voice soft for once—no tsundere bite, just need.

Julian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He rocked up into her with the same tender rhythm—deep, loving strokes that made her gasp softly against his mouth. His hands roamed her back, tracing the marks he’d left earlier, then cupping her breasts—thumbs brushing her nipples gently.

Veronica moaned into his kiss—slow, needy sounds. Aya leaned in from the side, kissing Veronica’s shoulder, then her neck—soft, affectionate touches that made Veronica shiver.

"Julian... love how you fill me... hnnh... so deep... ahh..."

He thrust a little harder when she asked—still careful, still loving—until her walls started fluttering around him. Veronica came with a soft cry—body shuddering, pussy clenching in sweet pulses. "Julian... cumming... inside... please..."

He let go then—thrusting deep one last time and spilling into her womb—hot, thick pulses that made her whimper in ecstasy. Veronica trembled hard against him, clinging tight as the warmth flooded her.

When she finally stilled, he kissed her gently—then helped her slide off and curl beside Celestia, both women pressing close to his sides.

Aya was last—shy, trembling, but eager. She climbed into his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips. Julian guided her down slowly—watching her face the entire time as he filled her inch by inch.

"Ahh... Julian... so full again... nhh... I love it..."

He wrapped his arms around her—holding her close, rocking up gently while kissing her deeply. His hands stroked her back, cupped her large breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples with soft affection. Celestia and Veronica watched from the sides—kissing Aya’s shoulders, her neck—soft touches that made her moan sweetly.

"Julian... you’re so gentle... annh... I feel... so loved... hnnh..."

He kept the rhythm tender—deep, loving strokes that built her slowly toward the edge. When she started trembling—walls fluttering—he kissed her harder, hands squeezing her hips.

"Come for me, Aya," he murmured against her lips.

She shattered with a soft, broken cry—pussy clenching around him in sweet, fluttering waves. "Julian... cumming... ahh... love you... aaaahhh...!"

Julian followed right after—thrusting deep and spilling into her womb—hot pulses that made her whimper and cling tighter. Aya trembled hard in his arms, burying her face in his neck as the warmth filled her completely.

When it was over, he held all three of them—Celestia on his left, Veronica on his right, Aya curled against his chest—bodies tangled, breaths mingling, hearts slowing together.