Zombie Domination-Chapter 385: Chaoter - Beatrix [18+]

Julian’s hands slid from Beatrix’s waist lower, fingers curling around the backs of her thighs. He lifted her legs slightly—guiding them around his hips in one smooth, possessive motion—pressing her back against the nearest wall of the observation deck.

Beatrix gasped sharply, eyes widening in surprise. "Julian—!"

The sudden intimate grip made her thighs tense under his palms—warm, soft skin yielding just enough to make his fingers dig in a fraction deeper. She instinctively wrapped her arms tighter around his neck to steady herself, cheeks flaming despite the cool air of the room.

He didn’t rush. He simply held her there—bodies flush, her weight supported easily against the wall and his chest—letting her feel the heat of him through their clothes. Slowly, deliberately, his thumbs began tracing lazy circles along the sensitive inner crease of her thighs, inching higher with each pass.

Beatrix’s breath hitched. At first her body stiffened—shock and self-consciousness warring with the sudden rush of heat—but then, gradually, she relaxed into the touch. Her thighs parted a fraction more, hips shifting forward almost unconsciously to chase the pressure of his hands.

"Julian..." she breathed, voice shaky but no longer protesting. "You’re... being bold in front of everyone..."

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "They can look away if they want."

His thumbs pressed firmer now—kneading the soft flesh just below the hem of her skirt, close enough to tease the edge of her underwear without crossing it yet. Beatrix let out a soft, involuntary whimper—head tipping back against the wall, eyes fluttering half-closed.

The kiss that followed was slower than before—deeper, hungrier. Tongues sliding together in unhurried exploration, breaths mingling hot and ragged. When they finally parted, both were panting—foreheads pressed together, eyes locked in a heated, wordless stare.

Julian’s voice came out low, rough. "Do we finish this here... or somewhere else?"

Beatrix swallowed hard, still catching her breath. Her fingers tightened in his shirt.

"Somewhere else," she managed, voice husky but firm. "My quarters. Obviously. We’re not doing this in public like animals."

A faint, amused smile tugged at Julian’s lips. He lowered her legs slowly—letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor again—then took her hand.

"Lead the way."

They moved quickly down the corridor—Beatrix walking ahead, Julian right behind her. The moment they reached her door, he stepped in close—arms wrapping around her from behind, chest pressing to her back. His lips found the side of her neck immediately—soft kisses turning into slow, deliberate sucks that left faint red marks.

Beatrix fumbled with the door panel, fingers shaking.

"J-Julian... wait... anh... just a second... be patient..."

He didn’t stop. One hand slid down her side, cupping the curve of her ass through her skirt—squeezing firmly, kneading the soft flesh in slow circles. The other hand stayed at her waist, holding her steady while his mouth continued its assault on her neck—teeth grazing, tongue soothing the sting.

Beatrix whimpered, hips pushing back instinctively into his palm. "You’re... making this impossible... hnnh... focus..."

The door finally hissed open.

They stumbled inside together—Julian kicking the panel shut behind them with his heel, sealing the lock with a decisive click.

Julian pushed Beatrix gently against the inside of the door the moment it sealed, his body caging hers. His hands slid down her sides—slow, deliberate—until his fingers found the hem of her skirt. He gathered the fabric inch by inch, bunching it up around her hips until it rode high enough to expose her underwear.

Beatrix’s breath hitched audibly. She wore a pair of delicate, high-cut panties—soft lavender lace with thin satin ribbons at the sides, the front panel sheer enough to hint at the smooth skin beneath. The design was cute yet undeniably sexy: small bows at the waistband, a tiny heart-shaped charm dangling from the center, framing the subtle mound between her thighs. A faint damp spot already darkened the lace at her core.

Beatrix’s cheeks burned crimson. She looked down, then back up at him with wide, pitch-black eyes—deep and endless like polished obsidian—framed by her short, dark-blue hair that fell just above her shoulders in soft, slightly tousled layers.

"Why... why did you lift my skirt first?" she asked, voice small and breathless, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably as her thighs pressed together instinctively.

Julian’s gaze dropped to the exposed lace, then lifted back to meet her dark eyes. His voice came out low, rough with want.

"Because I wanted to see what my cock is about to slide into."

His right hand moved to her lower abdomen—palm flat against the soft, warm skin just below her navel. He stroked slowly upward in lazy circles, then downward again—fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of her panties without going further. The gentle pressure made Beatrix’s stomach flutter; her hips twitched forward involuntarily, chasing the touch.

A soft whimper escaped her. "Julian... that’s... ahh... making me... hotter..."

He didn’t stop. His left hand joined the first—both palms now gliding over her bare midriff, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through her top. Beatrix’s breathing grew shallower, chest rising and falling faster.

Julian stepped back just enough to give himself room. His fingers found the hem of her top and lifted it slowly—peeling the fabric upward with agonizing patience. Beatrix’s arms came up automatically to help, but the moment the top cleared her head and fell to the floor, her hands flew to cover her chest in a reflexive, shy motion.

Underneath was a matching lavender bra—lace cups adorned with the same delicate satin ribbons and tiny heart charms. The material hugged her breasts perfectly, pushing them up slightly, the sheer panels revealing the dark outline of her hardened nipples. The straps were thin, digging faintly into her shoulders from the gentle weight.

Beatrix’s pitch-black eyes darted away, cheeks flaming. "D-don’t stare like that..."

Julian caught her wrists gently—pulling her hands away from her chest and pinning them lightly against the door above her head with one hand. His other hand traced the edge of her bra cup—thumb brushing over the visible peak of her nipple through the lace.

"It’s adorable," he murmured, voice thick. "And fucking sexy. The way you try to hide... makes me want to see more."

Beatrix bit her lip, thighs rubbing together. "You’re... impossible..."

Julian released her wrists only to slide both hands behind her back—fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a soft click it came undone. He drew the straps down her arms slowly—letting the lace fall away completely.

Her breasts spilled free—soft, full, pale nipples standing erect in the cool air of her quarters. Beatrix’s arms twitched like she wanted to cover herself again, but Julian’s gaze—dark and appreciative—held her still.

He leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the center of her chest—then lower, tongue flicking over one nipple before sucking it gently into his mouth.

Beatrix’s head fell back against the door with a soft thud. "Annh... Julian..."

His hands roamed—cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples while his mouth moved between them—sucking, licking, leaving faint wet trails across her skin.

Beatrix’s fingers tangled in his hair, hips pressing forward against his thigh. "Julian... please... I need..."

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes—black depths glassy with arousal, short dark-blue hair already mussed.

"I know," he said quietly. "And I’m going to give it to you."

His hands slid lower again—thumbs hooking into the sides of her lavender panties—tugging them down slowly until they pooled at her ankles. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Beatrix stepped out of them, completely bare now except for the skirt still bunched around her waist.

Julian’s hands moved to his own waistband—fingers deftly unfastening the clasp of his pants. He tugged them down slowly, letting the fabric slide past his hips until his cock sprang free—thick, fully erect, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It stood proud against his abdomen, veins prominent along the shaft, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.

Beatrix’s breath caught audibly. Her pitch-black eyes widened, fixed on him—pupils dilating further as her chest rose and fell faster. A fresh wave of heat flooded her cheeks; she could feel her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, her core clenching emptily at the sight. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the lavender lace panties still bunched around one ankle forgotten.

"Julian..." she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and raw want. Her short dark-blue hair framed her flushed face, strands clinging slightly to her damp forehead.

Julian stepped closer—close enough that the heat radiating from his body brushed against her bare skin. His erection bobbed slightly with the movement, the tip nearly grazing her lower stomach.

Beatrix’s hands flew up—half to steady herself against his chest, half in a reflexive attempt to slow things down. "W-wait... Julian... not here against the door..."

She swallowed hard, black eyes flicking up to meet his. "I want... I want to do this on the bed. Properly. Please..."

Julian paused immediately—his gaze softening just a fraction. He nodded once, no hesitation.

"Alright."

In one smooth motion he bent slightly, sliding one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He lifted her effortlessly—bridal style—her naked body cradled against his chest. Beatrix let out a small, surprised yelp that quickly melted into a soft gasp as her arms wrapped around his neck for balance.

The sudden closeness made everything more intense: her breasts pressed flush against his bare chest, nipples dragging against his skin with every breath; her thighs draped over his forearm, core hovering tantalizingly near his throbbing length; her face inches from his, pitch-black eyes wide and shimmering with arousal.

Julian carried her the few steps to the bed—slow, deliberate—letting her feel every shift of muscle under her palms, every brush of his cock against the underside of her thigh as he walked.

Beatrix’s breathing grew shallower, more ragged. She buried her face briefly in the crook of his neck—inhaling his scent—then lifted her head again, lips brushing his jaw.

"You’re... making this even more tempting," she murmured, voice husky and shy at the same time. Her hips shifted slightly in his hold—unconsciously grinding against the air between them, seeking friction.

Julian reached the edge of the bed and lowered her gently onto the mattress—her back hitting the soft sheets, short dark-blue hair fanning out beneath her like ink spilled on silk. He followed immediately—kneeling between her parted thighs, hands braced on either side of her head.

Beatrix looked up at him—chest heaving, black eyes dark with need, lips parted on shallow pants. One hand reached up to trace the line of his jaw, then slid down to rest over his heart.

"Julian... come here..."