Page 11 of Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

“If you smelled like another monster, he’d probably leave you alone,” I say. I step closer to her, leading her back into the study.

“Do I need to just put on a shirt that you’ve worn or something?”

I stare at her, confounded by the innocence in her gaze. “That’s not the kind of scent that’s needed,” I say.

She frowns. “I’m confused.”

“You need to smell of another monster’s release.” I swallow hard and try my damndest not to lower my gaze to stare at the tempting cleavage she has on view.

“I see. Oh, OH!” She takes a shaky breath then pulls off her shirt in one go. The she asks, somewhat breathlessly, “Can you do it? Can you just mark my boobs or something? Will that work?” Then her hands are reaching behind her back and she’s unhooking her bra. It slides off her shoulders then to the floor.

It’s been twenty years since I’ve seen a pair of breasts in person, but I don’t recall ever seeing any this perfect.

“Fuck me,” I murmur.

“You can still function that way, right?” she asks.

Her eyes drop to the front of my jeans where my dick is desperately trying to drill a hole through my zipper. Her teeth bite into her lower lip and then she looks back up at me with a look in her eyes that’s almost …

It can’t be hope, can it? Anticipation?

No. It can’t be.

There’s no way she actually wants this. Does she?

“I mean, can you …” She lets the question dangle between us, the gleam in her eyes getting brighter.

“Yes. It doesn’t normally work quite like this.” I swallow. “Normally I have to manually stimulate myself before I can even get an erection. I’ve had this though since I first smelled your cookie dough scent in the forest.” I take a step closer, and lift my hand to reach for her tit, then stop myself.

“What?” She blinks up at me.

“Vivian, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me?”

“Because my desire for you is so damn strong.” I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”

“Atticus,” she whispers. “Open your eyes.”

When I do, she’s still standing there like a miracle—my miracle—shirtless and staring up at me with wonder in her expression.

“I’m not afraid of you. I don’t think that you’ll hurt me at all.”

“Will you tell me to stop, if you get scared?”

“Yes, but it won’t happen. Because I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”

Her words echo through my body and I swear I can hear her heart beating.

“Heartbeat,” I whisper.

I can’t feel my own. I assume I still have blood flow somehow because of erections, but aside from that, I don’t know. I’m not the only zombie in town, but I’ve never exactly sat down to have a conversation with the others to see how things work for them.

“I don’t have to touch you to do this, but it would help if I could just look at you⁠—”

She takes my hand and places it on her breast, arching towards me. “Please. I really want you to touch me.”

My cock surges in my pants. I unbutton and unzip my jeans to give my shaft some breathing room and then I cup both of her tits with my hands.