The last survivor
A Left 4 Dead FanFiction
A.N. CELEBRATING THE 3 MONTH ANNIVERSERY OF THE LAST SURVIVOR WOOOOO!
I just want to thank all of the little people that I had to step on to be here. Lol Also I would like to give some shot out's to my fans out there for helping me get this far.
First shout out is to Clush the violets for being my first reviewer ever! And being so supportive when the story was still just a baby. Well I guess she's referred to as the Chemical kid now sooo whatevez.
Next up is jake11124 for giving me supportive info on how I should work in the story. Thanks bro, I'd be lost without you.
And lastly is ZanyaT for being awesome, and smacking me virtually across the face XD, I'll get her for that one day.
If you didn't get a shout out, don't be peeved cause I love all you guys, and I'd be nothing without all of you.
Now for a reward to you guys for being so cool, you get a reeeeally long chapter YAY!
If you thought things couldn't get more traumatizing for Kyle, then guess what…you were incorrect my friend.
Ugh…this chapter is so long, my hands hurt.
Disclaimer: Why do you even bother when you know what the answers gonna be?
Now where did that thing drag me off to…
1
My mind was hazy, I couldn't see anything but a big blur, and it was freezing. I tried to move but I couldn't, something was holding my legs and…it was dragging me. Did someone find me? Or has an infected found their next meal? At this point though I honestly couldn't care less, I think I wanted to die now. So why bother fight it when this thing might give me what I want? I thought as I consented to just let my eyelids close and fall asleep again.
23 days after first infection
The ground was hard but smooth, I slid my hand along the floor I was lying on and realized it wasn't cement road, it was a concrete floor. Slowly forcing my eyes to open I scanned the area as I still lay on my side.
I felt sore all over, dull throbbing pain pulsed through my muscles almost relentlessly. Not to mention it was also ridiculously dark but there was an oil lantern next to me on top of a cardboard box with a tiny flame flickering in it. Wanting more light I instantly reached up and took hold of the knob on the lantern and slowly twisted it. The flame instantly began to enlarge and I quickly glanced around the area again. Now I could make out several shelves lined up on the walls with a few articles of clothing stacked up on them. For some reason it looked oddly familiar.
Glancing around the room again something caught my eye. There were these two objects floating in mid air right in front of what looked like the door. I squinted and focused intently on them, they looked like two yellowish gemstones just floating there. So turning the knob again, the flame grew larger bringing more light to the room until it finally shined close enough to the yellow objects for me to realize they weren't gems at all. They were eyes. And attached to those eyes, was the body of a Witch.
I jumped almost entirely out of my skin and slid along the floor until my back was pressed up firmly against the wall. She was looking right at me, just standing there, unblinking, and unmoving.
Fear now replaced the pain pulsing through me as I frantically looked around for something to defend myself with. Finally my eyes met my flip knife, resting on the box next to the lantern. Without thinking I reached over and snatched it, flipped out the blade then held it out in front of me. All the while the Witch simply stood and stared at me.
After sitting there in fear for a solid thirty seconds, I suddenly remembered that I had dropped my knife out in the alley. But somehow it was here, right next to me. But I had passed out back there and didn't pick it up, so who could've…no…no way that's impossible.
I glanced down at my flip knife then back up at the Witch who was still not moving. Did…did she bring it here? I wanted to ask that question but quickly dismissed the thought, "She's a freaking zombie you douche canoe, even if she did bring you here it's probably just because she want's to eviscerate and eat you in pure ecstasy!" I shook in fear at this thought knowing that it was probably right. She most likely took me here so that she could enjoy me in private, where no one could interrupt her, or hear me scream. God please help me…
I must've been sitting there for a long forty five minute period before I realized she wasn't going to hurt me. If she wanted to she probably would've done it a long time ago. My hand was trembling from fear and exhaustion, I had been holding it up defensively all this time and now it felt as if it was about to fall off. So taking a deep breath I slowly let my hand fall lowering my only defense between me and the Witch.
Her head tilted slightly when I did this, as if she was confused as to why. I swallowed hard knowing that I would eventually have to do something if I wanted to get out of here, so slowly I managed to choke out, "Wh…what do you want with me?" I spoke in a fairly weak voice.
Her head tilted again but she didn't respond, and before I could speak again she slowly turned and shuffled out of the room. I couldn't see which direction though, the only reason I was able to see her before was because of her eyes. Wait, her eyes! They were that bright yellow color that looked almost gold. Those eyes…were they the eyes of the Witch that had cut me a few days ago?
I gingerly touched my hand to my arm where the scratches were. They were healing fine and still bandaged nicely but the thought that the thing that gave me this wound, was in the same area as me made me shiver. Did she bring me here to finish the job? No she would've done it already. So why am I here?
Hours had past and I still hadn't moved from that single spot. The fear was to overwhelming, she could be waiting just outside the door for me and the second I step out…well let's just try not to think about that part.
I tried to ignore my growling stomach and my parched throat. I understood that there were slightly more pressing matters at hand but in all honesty nobody could ignore body's most basic needs forever? When was the last time I had eaten or drank anything? It had to be well over a day, maybe even homing in on two. Just how long had I been here exactly? I was too scared to sleep, too scared to move, too scared to do anything but sit and wait. It felt like it had been forever.
Suddenly I heard a noise, shuffling. She was coming back! Almost instantly I stiffened in my sitting position and gripped my knife, and it wasn't long before the bright yellow eyes were in the doorway again.
My fear reached a whole new level as she stepped into the room and once again began staring at me. Was she interested at how I coward in fear from her? Was this all just a sick game of torture, like honestl-
But before I could finish my thought I heard something fall to the floor with a loud thud landing right in front of the Witches feet, making me jump again. I looked over at the area where I had heard the sound and saw something glistening in the dim light that the lantern offered. She dropped something, so I reached up and adjusted the lantern to try and see what it was, and my jaw dropped so low I think I heard it hit the floor.
It was a bottle of water.
"How did…" I thought to myself trying to reason with the situation. But how could she possibly know that's what I wanted. What's up with this chick?
She had dropped it only a few inches away from her feet, if I wanted it I would have to go get it. Her eyes were locked on me, just daring me to move. I trembled in absolute horror, but my thirst was extraordinary. My throat felt like it was coated with sandpaper, I knew what I had to do.
I shifted slightly from my position on the floor so that I was on my knees then began crawling on all fours as slow as I possibly could over towards my captor. It was beyond humiliating having to crawl like a dog to get what I wanted, but my thirst overpowered my humiliation. At this point I would do anything for water.
Her gaze never left me as I continued to crawl closer, why was she making me do this? Was she testing me or something?
Eventually the bottle was close enough so that I could stretch my arm out to get it. So carefully I reached over to it fully expecting her to chop my arm off, but it never happened. And I was able to retrieve the bottle.
I slowly brought it to my chest and sat up on my knees to look up at her. I was close enough now to see her features in the dim light. Her bright eyes were still beautiful, but they were also striking fear into me, her face had a few smudges of dirt and blood on her cheeks and around her mouth, gee I wonder what she was eating. Her hair was brown before but now there was something weird about it, it looked like it was lighter, much lighter. Her fingers were about six inches long, pointed at the tips, and were also covered in blood and grime all the way up her forearms. There were also little smudges of blood and grime going up her legs and on a few other areas of her body. She was also kinda short, maybe about Christina's height give or take a few inches, even when I was kneeling down I came up to just under her chest so I had to be at least a foot taller than her. NO! Damnit stop calling her that, that's not even her name so stop referring to her that way. Just focus on the task at hand. Anyway, her skin though was completely bare aside from her really tattered grey bra and panties, and you know what I'll be honest right here. If she wasn't a zombie, she'd probably be pretty hot.
After we stared at each other for a while she turned and left again, and without hesitation I nearly tore the cap of the bottle off and began to chug down as much water as I could. After guzzling about half the bottle I felt I had enough energy to stand again, and I did just that.
Standing caused the pains to throb again slightly but I shook it off, I needed to figure out two things. One where the hell was I, and two, how to get out.
I turned around and picked up the lantern and my knife to try and find my way, suddenly I realized that the familiar feeling I had before wasn't inaccurate at all. I had been here before, it was the resturant saferoom.
Why the hell had she brought me back here? I wondered but knew I probably wouldn't get an answer, but honestly I didn't care. I just wanted out.
I gingerly stepped out of the clothes room that I had been in this entire time, and made my way to the graffiti room. I had no idea where I would go to, but anywhere was probably better than being sealed in a room with a Witch. Sadly though when I got to the graffiti room I realized I wouldn't be going anywhere after all.
She was standing right in front of the exit.
I gasped slightly at the sight, she looked like she was expecting me to try to leave. Damn she was smart, how could she know so much?
I stared at her from the doorway for a long time before I realized that I really needed to do something, even if it was something crazy. So inhaling deeply I breathed, "I want to leave." I told her still clutching my flip knife. Her head tilted slightly again and she stared me down for a while before she shook her head very slowly.
She could understand me! That realization though didn't scare me as much as realizing her response to my request, she wasn't gonna let me leave.
I let my shoulders fall before asking "Why?" But then before she could react to my question I remembered that she was a Witch. She probably just wanted to eat me. "Oh wait, that's right never mind." Suddenly I started to get slightly angry, and I lifted the sleeve of my stained blue T-shirt revealing the bandaged wound she gave me, "You just wanna finish what you started right?" I asked with a slightly pitiful smirk.
Her head tilted a little farther to the side before what looked like a upset expression crossed her face. Then without warning she began to approach me slowly walking forward.
My eyes widened and I backed up in response, in almost perfect unison with her steps. She took notice to this and I think I saw a faint ghost of a smile pull at her pale lips, but that didn't stop her and she quickly backed me up into the large counter in the center of the kitchen. I gripped the counter in one hand for support, while the other was still clinging to the flip knife.
Soon she was right in front of me again looking up into my eyes as I stared down into hers. Her gaze then went to the bandage on my arm, that's when I began to panic and I hesitantly raised the knife up between us. She glanced down at it before taking hold of it then pulling it out of my hand.
"Why the hell did you just let her do that?" I mentally screamed as she dropped the knife behind her than looked back over at my arm.
Her hand then reached up to the bandage and her index finger touched the top of it, then slowly dragged down the cloth cutting it off. Her fingers must've had some type of small spikes on them, so when she applied enough force she could cut into just about anything.
Why was I letting her do this! She just cut my bandage clean in half then plucked it off my arm letting it fall off to the side. She then moved both her hands to cup my arm and lower her head closer to my cuts.
"Welp, this is it she's gonna bite me", I thought as I shut my eyes tightly. Goodbye world.
That's when I felt something soft and warm against my exposed scratches. Cautiously I peeked open one eye and what I saw shocked me beyond belief. She was kissing my cuts.
What on Gods green earth is she freaking doing! Or more importantly, why is she doing it?
She kissed up and down the scratches like a mother would to their child who had just scraped their knee on something. Was she apologizing for what she did? She did seem sad about it when it first happened, so could she really…
After she seemed to be satisfied she tilted her head up so her eyes met mine, and finally after staring for several seconds I finally managed to breathe out, "Wh…what are you doing?"
She didn't respond but she at least released my arm and let me step away. She then turned around and walked back to the saferoom door and leaned against it. Turns out I wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.
I sighed in aggravation then turned and walked to the bathroom. I needed to wake up.
Hurriedly, I proceeded to the sink and twisted the faucet. The cold water ran freely out of the spout and I immediately reached my hands under the faucet and cupped out the icy water, then didn't waste time splashing it onto my face.
I winced from the biting cold, but quickly shook it off and splashed more water on me. I repeated this for several more moments before I turned off the water and rested my hands on both sides of the sink.
As I watched the water quickly slide down the drain, I just let my mind go blank. Trying to force it to process everything that was happening was just to much to handle all at once.
Suddenly I felt eyes on me, so I turned to the bathroom entrance and once again those bright yellow eyes were staring me down. I chuckled slightly as the cold water droplets fell from my cheeks.
"What are you looking at?" I asked, but this time instead of just staring at me in response, she pointed to the water dripping from my face, I looked back down into the sink before I responded with "I just…needed to wake up a little bit. But this cold water is really starting to bother me." I complained knowing that I might as well have been talking to a wall, but looked back up at her anyways as if I was expecting an answer.
She tilted her head then stared at the floor as if she was in deep thought, and stayed like this for several before looking back up at me. She then lifted her hand and curled her index finger several times, signaling me to come to her. I stared at her for several moments contemplating what I should do. But before I could decide she stepped backwards out of the room.
"Oh boy, what do I do now? Should I follow her?" I thought, and my common sense knew that following her would most likely get me killed, but if she hadn't killed me yet and did that weird stuff to my arm, why would she? If she was going to kill me she would've done it already so, what could it hurt? I thought as I left the bathroom and followed her to the saferoom backdoor.
She then pushed it open letting the pale grey light from the sky flood through the door, and at that moment I realized it hadn't even been closed properly. I had to stifle a laugh when I remembered reading some graffiti that stated, none of the infected knew how to open doors. And even though this zombie was showing more human characteristics, not even she was immune to the infected's weaknesses.
She lead me outside back into the alley but then whirled around and held her finger up to my face halting me in my tracks. She then raised her other hand and let it hang lazily out in front of her before swinging her middle, and index finger back and forth, then shaking her head. I translated that to, 'Don't run away'.
I nodded slowly and she turned around then pointed to a single door in the alley, me and the other girl must've missed it when we first passed through here. I glanced at it then back at her before slowly walking towards it. I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side of it, but what else do I have to lose?
I took hold of the knob and twisted it and cautiously peered inside the room. The grey light from outside illuminated the room only to reveal a very large generator looking machine. Along with several stacks of propane tanks lying around.
I curiously glanced over my shoulder back at the Witch who was still staring at me. I then carefully stepped inside and glanced around the room again realizing that the machine connected to the saferoom through a series of pipes. One half of the machine looked to be running, that must have been the electricity generator for the room. While the other half was some type of boiler, for hot water, but it's fuel gauge was empty. Suddenly realizing what the Witch was trying to tell me I frantically ran towards the propane tanks and picked up the first one I could reach, and to my surprise, it was full. My lips pulled into a smile as I quickly carried it over to the machine and grabbed hold of the connectors, then attached the tank to the machine and twisted the handle. Then after waiting several seconds I grabbed hold of the lever on the machine and pushed it up.
The fuel gauge shot up and almost instantly the machine roared to life, and a feeling of immense elation shot through me. I then turned around to face the Witch in the doorway who was shielding her eyes from the somewhat bright grey light the sky was giving off.
I stared at her for a moment before asking, "How did you know?" She tilted her head at my question and I shrugged. All well I'll find out later.
I quickly scooted past her and ran back into the saferoom, the Witch quickly followed me in and attempted to close the door, but the best she could do was pull it as far closed as she could so that there was only a crack of dull grey light coming from the outside.
I picked up some clothes from the clothes room then went into the bathroom. And of course without hesitation I tested the shower faucet.
Cold water spurted out at first, but then it slowly turned to lukewarm, then progressively got warmer and warmer until it was finally hot. The gas from the propane tank had worked and we had hot water again.
I turned and saw the Witch eyeing me from the bathroom doorway. How was I going to tell her what I was planning to do? I'd imagine that at this point she couldn't even remember what a shower was, so I improvised, "I'm gonna be in here for a little while but I'll be right back okay?" I told her and she stared me down for a long time before hesitantly nodding. She then finally turned and stepped away from the door so I wouldn't have to shut it on her face. Finally I had alone time that I actually wanted.
Nearly throwing my clothes off, I stepped under the spray of piping hot water. Oh God it was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. I winced slightly at the sting of the water temperature, but adjusted to it rather quickly. I hadn't had a hot shower in nearly a month and now I was going to take full advantage of it.
I had dumped all of my bathing articles out here when I was with the other girl before. Luckily I didn't place all of them in my duffle bag so I still had a few travel size bottles of shampoo, and three bars of soap, two were normal Dial soap while the other was a Caress bar that was a scented mix of white peach and silk blossom. Not my choice but it was in my bathroom cabinet when I was gathering supplies from my house so I took it anyway. Now normally when I showered in this zombie apocalypse I always made quick work of cleaning myself. But now that the circumstances have changed I was going to take my sweet time with this. Even though I had no idea how long that propane tank would last, at this point I really didn't care.
I poured the axe shampoo onto my head and massaged it through making sure that my hair was getting the royal treatment. And after I had rinsed my hair clean, I picked up a regular bar of soap and tenderly ran it over my skin. I couldn't recall a time when I had felt this good, it was amazing feeling the soap clean my skin, in fact I'm pretty sure that every inch of my skin had an orgasm by the time I had turned off the shower.
When I steeped out of the shower, I was able to see steam rising from my body. Perhaps I had over done it just a little bit, but after everything I had been through I felt I deserved some happiness.
I dried myself off with a tan towel I found in the bathroom next to many others as well then picked up my outfit which consisted of, a large plain black T-shirt with a breast pocket, black boxers, and black jeans.
I opened the bathroom door and was met with cool air, which made me realize how heated I had made the bathroom. How long exactly was I in there?
I looked around for the Witch and had first didn't see anything but then only moments after I had stepped out I heard something I really didn't want to hear. Chewing.
I slowly turned and looked in the direction of the noise and just as I suspected I saw the Witch hunched over mowing down into something.
I stared at her hunched form for a moment before her head tilted upward slightly and she looked over her shoulder at me. Fresh blood was dripping from her mouth and she was clutching a rather large raw steak.
I heaved a sigh realizing she wasn't chewing on human remains. But she was eating flesh and blood nonetheless, and that's exactly what I am. So if she was gonna force me to stay in here with her then we were gonna have to make a few adjustments.
"Listen, if your forcing me to be your captive you can at least have the decency to not be so disgusting." I said caring very little about the fact that my words were offensive. And I instantly took notice to the fact that she seemed to actually be offended by my words. But I completely ignored it and continued, "I mean honestly, you look absolutely nasty, your smell is horrendous, and now you eating raw meat right in front of my face. God, now I feel like I need to take another shower." I said turning away from her, "And does it really have to be so dark in here?" I said approaching the light switch on the wall. She almost instantly growled in response, making me remember what that other girl told me. They don't like light.
I sighed again, "Fine, well when your ready to be not repulsive you tell me cause' I don't ant to be near you otherwise." I said harshly before turning away then heading back to the clothes room, and closing the door behind me.
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The Witch felt immensely saddened by his statement. He found her repulsive? She instantly dropped the blood soaked meat in her hand and slid away from it. She didn't want to seem hideous to him and she would change. Even if she had to do what she was about to…
1
"Well that wasn't nice." I thought mentally scolding myself, "She saved your life before and also chose to let live instead of tearing your brain out and eating it for lunch, would any other infected have done that? Not really no."
I had been sitting in the clothes room for about ten minutes now and really wanted to go back out there and apologize. Wow, I want to say I'm sorry to a zombie, could it possibly get weirder?
I shrugged, I've got to do what a gentlemen would do and apologize. So casually walking over to the door, I pushed it open and looked outside over towards where I saw the Witch last.
"What the…"
I said as I saw the Witch licking her forearm, not only lapping up the blood, but all the dirt and grime as well. Now, at first I thought she was trying to catch the remainder of blood still trickling down her arm from the meat she was eating, but that's when I saw her spit out everything that she had licked up and gagged slightly at the taste. She was trying to clean herself, and she wasn't liking it.
Well now I feel bad, I had verbally smacked her and pretty much forced her to do this. Obviously it was pretty disgusting, who knows what nastiness was stuck on her arm.
She shook her head slightly staring down at her arm with a pained expression on her face before hesitantly leaning down and licking it again. Was she seriously doing this for me? Because if she was then I couldn't let her do that, whether she's a zombie or not.
"Hey! Hey, stop that." I said quickly approaching her and kneeling down at her side. She looked up at me with relief. "You don't have to do that." I said before looking down at her arm, I hadn't touched an infected person unless I was trying to kill them but now I was about to do something I really hoped I wouldn't have to regret.
I took her arm and lowered it down to her side, she didn't stop me. "There are other ways we can clean you y'know." I stated looking back up into her eyes. Her head tilted slightly at this and I quickly added, "Want me to help you?" She perked up at this and nodded, almost excitedly and I helped her to her feet and lead her to the bathroom.
The Witch stood idly staring at me with her golden eyes, looking like she was daring me to make a move. I turned away and picked up a white towel before leaning on the metal sink. "Dear God, I can't believe I'm actually gonna do this." I heaved a sigh then turned back around to face her before placing the towel in her arms.
Without another word I turned towards the tub and twisted the faucet. A gurgling noise followed by a large spurt of hot water came flowing out of the faucet slowly filling up the tub. I stared at it for a few moments, watching it fill up until the water reached close to the brim of the tub. Twisting the faucet once more, I shut off the water and was relieved to see the steaming hot water was misty, the witch would be able to lie in it without being exposed to me.
Slowly I turned back around to face the witch, "Alright, I'm gonna do something, and I need you to trust me okay?" I told her and she tilted her head ever so slightly as I moved around her towards her back. "Just, keep facing forward okay? Don't turn around." I said and when I finally managed to see her nod, I felt so much more relieved.
Torturously slowly I reached up and took hold of the straps of her grey bra, slowly trailing my fingers along them until the found the hook at the center of the back. Then taking a deep breath I unhooked the bra causing it to emit a quiet click.
Almost instantly the Witch looked over her shoulder so she could peek at me from the corner of her eye. I jumped and quickly said, "Don't turn around! I swear I don't want to do anything, I just want to get you clean." I tried to calm her with but she did something interesting. Her shoulders noticeably fell when I said I didn't want to try anything. Did she want me to do something? "No! Shut up perv", I mentally said as her head turned back around.
Okay here we go, then very carefully I ran my fingers over and under the straps of her bra and pushed them over her shoulders, then pulled them down her arms, until I was able to pull it away and drop it on the floor.
I swallowed hard knowing that she was topless, "Okay man relax, focus on the task at hand" I thought trying to stifle my libido.
"Okay bring the towel up to your chest." I told her and she did it obediently, I then took hold of the towels sides and unfolded it so it fell down to her knees. I then wrapped it around her body and tied it at her back, she didn't protest at all through any of this. Then I walked around to her front and looked down into her eyes once more, "Umm…yeah just…hold onto the towel and keep it up like this okay?" I told her again and she nodded slowly, probably wondering what I was going to do next. And, oh boy she probably wasn't going to be happy about it.
I slowly got down on my knees and reached up under the towel. My hands brushed up against her slender legs several times, and I told myself it was accidentally. "Yeah right." But in truth, I thought I felt her shiver I did.
Finally my fingers met the flimsy layer of clothing on her waist, and the moment they did I felt a weird rush type of feeling flood through my body, especially in my manhood area. "C'mon man, now is not the time or the place"
I took hold of her underwear and agonizingly slowly pulled them down her legs, all the while she remained almost completely still.
I pulled her panties out from underneath her and tossed them over next to her bra. Then looked up at her again, the very thought now that she was naked before me, with just a towel shielding her body caused a lot of blood to flow down to my private area. I stifled it by once again looping baseball and football in my head then standing to my feet and looking down at her again.
"Okay, come over here." I said leading her to the tub, where steam was still rising from. I got her to stand with her back to the tub, and facing me before I said, "Alright now, lie down in the tub. Make sure that your chest is under the water." I told her as I reached around to her back and untied the towel, then raised it up in front of my face so she could step in without me seeing her.
Sloshing of the water, followed by a moan signaled that she was in the tub. I cautiously peeked over the top of the towel and saw she was laying down, submerged in the water up to just below her collar bone. The water was still misty enough to cover her girly parts. I breathed a sigh of relief then folded the towel up and placed it back on the towel rack before picking up the scented bar of soap and a wash cloth.
Her eyes remained focused on me as I lathered up the wash cloth then picked her arm up out of the water and ran it slowly along her skin. She almost instantly tensed up at the feeling of the soap seeping down her skin but otherwise remained still. I focused intently on scrubbing all the nastiness off her arm and cleaning her long fingers was really annoying too. The water in the tub quickly began to show signs of blood and dirt swirling in it. I tried to ignore it as well as the fact that I was bathing a rather attractive zombie. "Baseball, football, cold showers, baseball, nude Witch, shut up!" I thought mentally battling with myself.
It took about ten minutes to get all the dirt, grime and blood, off her arm. I then tossed the filthy wash cloth off to the side and picked up a fresh one. God, cleaning this Witch was going to take forever, and probably use up a lot of our bathing supplies. All well, if I'm gonna be stuck here with her for a while, I'm at least gonna make sure she's decent.
I took her left arm and started to gently scrub it, I knew one wrong move would piss the Witch off and she would probably jump up, out of the water…fully nude…yeah that wouldn't be too good, with my teenage dude nature and all, who knows what I would do.
Suddenly her tensed form began to ease and she slowly let her head loll back and rest on the tub. Relief flooded through me when she did this, not only now would I be able to clean her without struggle, but she seemed to like it. I didn't even know the infected could like anything aside from feeding. Maybe she's more human then I give her credit for.
After her left arm was clean I realized this next part was going to be very interesting. I reached into the slowly turning brown water and pulled her bare right leg up out of it.
Almost instantly she tilted her head back up and looked at me, "Don't worry, I'm just cleaning you." I quickly said but her head didn't rest on the tub again, once more she just started staring at me. I sighed, just when we were making progress I put her on the edge again. Damn it…
With another new soapy wash cloth I began running it down her leg all the way up to her thigh, but not venturing too far. But still the moment I got down to about mid thigh, I felt her shudder, and a soft gasp escape her lips. I tried to ignore it and focused intently on my current objective. But that one question kept popping up in the back of my head that I tried really hard to ignore.
Was this exciting her?
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This man, was bathing her. She continuously questioned why he was doing this noble deed, but otherwise allowed him to do so. It had been so long since she had felt something like this. The substance he was running over her skin felt strange at first but now she was beginning to like it. The blood that had been caked onto her was coming off, along with the other substances that had clung to her skin whenever she knelt down and sobbed in the mud.
She let her head fall back and allowed him to continue bathing her, but suddenly after a few moments she felt her leg rise up out of the water. She looked up and saw he was cradling her leg in his arms. Was he…
"Don't worry, I'm just cleaning you."
His statement put the Witch at ease but also built up a weird feeling. Was it frustration?
He ran the cloth down her leg torturously slowly, but still going further, and further until he touched a sensitive spot on her thigh making her shiver and inhale deeply. He seemed to take notice to this, but didn't show any acknowledgment. He just continued washing her and made sure not to touch that spot again. This upset the Witch, when he touched her there, even though it wasn't her intimate area it felt…good.
Thinking about the feeling again made her breathing pick up, and she started to fidget with her hands under the now mostly reddish brown water. She wanted to feel it again…and if he wasn't going to do it then she would.
So casually she raised her hand and slid her long fingers over the tender area he touched. He immediately noticed her doing this and she had to do her best not to grin. "Wh…what are you doing?" He asked as she continued to stroke that one spot, it felt so good to her, and made a warmth bloom in her lower belly.
Her gaze then switched from her leg to him, to his arms. She eyed them down all the way to his fingers and let her erotic thoughts run freely. The man noticeably swallowed and she focused intently on his face now, she could see his breathing pick up, and she knew he desired her.
But for some reason, he turned away and resumed washing her leg. She sighed in disappointment before a thought clicked in her head. If her original first impression wasn't working enough for him, then she would have to do something else. And she knew the moment she did it, there would be know way for him to resist her…
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"Holy crap." I thought still trying to maintain myself. She was definitely getting excited, why else would she be stroking her thigh like that?
I tried my best to ignore the fact that this Witch was getting horny, and continued washing her but then suddenly a weird smell invaded my senses. Not just a smell, I could basically taste it too.
It smelled and almost tasted like the wine that I had with the other girl a few days back. Sweet but at the same time strong enough to cause me to wince. What is it?
Suddenly an immense tingling sensation went through my body sending powerful waves of pleasure through my legs and my 'you know what'. I let out a shuttering sigh as I breathed in the scent once more and the sensation came back, only this time it was a lot stronger. I felt my lower muscles tighten in my jeans faster then I believed possible.
My breathing was shuttering beyond control, I grew an erection so quick and so hard that it was literally starting to hurt, and I slowly turned towards the Witch who was staring at me with desire in her eyes. I was becoming so aroused so fast, what did she do?
I dropped the wash cloth to the floor and immediately let my free hand slide down her leg. I wanted to touch her, so bad, but not only that, I wanted to do a lot more than just touch, I wanted to feel, look, taste, invade. What's happening to me!
I pulled my hand out of the water and stood to my feet nearly jumping away from the tub. I backed up into the wall with my eyes still locked on her. The feeling was still there, my member was practically begging for release, and the only thing I wanted to do was that! I honestly didn't care if the Witch was watching, at this point I would have jerked off in front of her like no tomorrow. In fact, I think I wanted her to watch. God what's happening to me?
"I…I'll…s…stay here…I'll…be right back." I said before hurriedly walking out of the room and trying to catch my breath. Now that I was away from her, I was finally starting to calm down. What did she do to me?
I didn't necessarily want to find out, but I knew I would have to go back in their and ask eventually. Sweet Jesus, the things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to watch her squirm under me, beg for me.
"Somebody please help me…"
A.N. W00T how was that people?
Long chapter but hey it was for the 3 month anniversary so all well.
Ridiculously fun chapter to write, and it's only gonna get weirder from here on in. Also I'm gonna try to keep the chapters this long from now on, no promises but it's just what I'm gonna try sooo, yeah.
Review and I'll get the Witch out of your bathtub.
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