*cracks Knuckles* OKAY! Time to Get to Work on Chapter Ten! I will make it awesome, because I am the almighty IcyEmo15~! Nothing can stop me!
Aside from the damn lack of inspiration that has hit me for the past 2 weeks. Maybe I should stop watching episodes of Axis Powers Hetalia…they are so Addictive, that I get in a Funk and I do nothing but Read Fanfics for the Pairs I like and Watch AMVs…and make AMVs…. *has Already made 5 in the last week* I'm so Lame.
DamienDarkside: Yes. Yes you are. At least the first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem!
..:: ~ Innocent Chapter 10 ~ ::..
Gasping and groaning. My thighs ache, but I keep going. I know that the in the end, once I reach the goal, it will all be worth it. I was close; really close…I could feel it.
"Keep going, Han." Ellis breathed in my ear, and I shuddered.
I gripped his shoulders tightly. His large warm hands were on my waist, helping me move. It was all so perfect. The friction inside me was blissful and a sharp jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. He was able to thrust so deeply, hitting something in me that I had no recollection of having before, but damn, am I glad he found it.
I whined his name a little, leaning backwards, grinding my hips into his quickly and harshly. Moving my hands from his shoulders and placing them behind me, I was able to grip his pant legs from where they where around his knees. He sucked in a sharp breath and I gasp as heat began pooling between my thighs. All this time I've been doing most of the work, but as both of our self control seems to slip away. Ellis began to jerk his hips up, pressing into the wall to help him get leverage. I pant and gasp, whimpering in the back of my throat as I looked down at him. His eyes were glazed over, his hair a mess. His cheeks are stained red and his mouth is parted, with his tongue just peeking out of the corner of his mouth. This was so great familiar, yet new unbelievable pleasure accompanied with a slight pain only seemed to make it better.
"Almost there." He groaned, arching his back, I was too.
His thrusts getting faster and harder, he was stirring up my insides. He leaned up as he changed the angle of the thrusts and it's not nearly as satisfying as before. It was worth it when his lips crashed into mine, slipping his tongue inside. He began to mimic what a different part of his anatomy is doing to me, but in my mouth. He groaned again, sending the vibrations through my head as I shudder. He then pulls away, a thin line of spit connects us, and he leaned back down as he thrust himself into me deeply.
"S-s-same." I gasp, my voice coming out a lot breathier then normal.
My arms begin to shake, and then my legs tensed. With almost no warning a wave of heat, pleasure, and electricity ran through me, pulsing from my core. I tensed up, arched my back, snapped my head back almost violently, and cried out. All my muscles were clenching and unclenching in time with my heartbeat. It seemed like it lasted forever and yet at the same time only a split second. My mind goes blank as I feel the hot, thick load of Ellis's spill inside me and I leaned forward, resting my sweat damp forehead on his shirt covered shoulder. The air around us slowly cooled down now that we aren't getting the work out we were before. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, loose bits of hair sticking to it, and I can see and smell that Ellis is in a similar predicament.
"That was great." Ellis whispered in my ear sounding tired and satisfied.
"We smell." I whisper back, and gasp loudly as he laughs, the force of it making him rock still inside me. It was a cheap move, seeing as I'm now unbearably sensitive.
He mumbled an apology, before gently grabbing my hips and lifting me off of his lap. I shuddered at the strange, yet welcomed feeling of thick liquid slipping out of me. It lands on his legs and rapidly deflating cock. I slip over to his side and rest of his shoulder, while his arm wraps around my naked torso.
"Maybe we should take a quick shower." He suggested and I nod half-heartedly.
It's not as if the others didn't know what we where doing anyway. We crawled a few over to the small shower only a few feet to our left, we began to wash the remains of our activities away. The steamy air and warm water was doing nothing to keep me awake.
While I wash my hair with what I'm assuming is meant to be berry scented bottle of shampoo. Ellis ran his hands over my body with a bar of soap in one hand. The other was playing with my still hyper sensitive body like a toy. Then with no warning, two fingers pushed inside my swollen cunt and I gasped out loud. I pressed my chest against the cold shower wall, the hard tiles rubbing my nipples and bringing them to attention. With his free hand, he dropped the soap and reached up to adjust the spray of the shower, so I could get the shampoo out of my hair and away from my eyes. The whole time, his finger was pumping and twisting, stretching and rubbing my insides. I whimpered and pushed back, feeling the remains of our last encounter running down my legs now that Ellis is stretching me open. The water would have washed it away if Ellis hadn't taken it upon himself to beat the water to it. His tongue ran up the inside of my quivering thigh.
I was about to open my mouth to protest that he didn't have to when he jumped from my thigh right to my clit; pressing is tongue against it and swirling it around.
I nearly screamed as my arms shook and my legs almost gave out on me. 'He's going to be the death of me' I think to myself before he pushes me over the edge for the second time that night, my insides clamping down on his fingers. Before I can even catch my breath he removed his fingers, grabbed my hips almost hard enough to bruise me, and slid himself between my legs, pushing inside of me. As I'm still clenching and unclenching from my last orgasm too! With one foot on the floor, the other wrapped around his waist, I hugged his body and held to his neck for dear life as he brings me closer and closer to edge for the third time in less than an hour. His thrusts had no rhyme or reason and the speed he kept at was amazing. When the force of my third climax hit, I lost my footing. The soap that Ellis dropped earlier had found its way under my foot. I slipped and fell landing on my knees and he slipped out of me. I looked up at him and he groaned loudly, his cum flying from the tip of his dick and landing across my face and chest. He leaned back against the other end of the shower wall, the space being fairly small. His eyes were closed and he struggled to regain his breath. After a few moments he looked down at me and smiled affectionately.
"Sorry, didn't mean to give ya a money shot." he chuckled, and I only licked my lips in reply, getting some of the bitter saltiness before the cooling water washes it all away. Needless to say he liked the show.
It wasn't until we stepped out of the shower did my legs give out on me. I almost crashed into the floor, but Ellis caught me first. My legs trembled and my stomach heaved. Blood spurting from my mouth as I desperately tried to hold in my coughs. It doesn't really work because I can see the dark red liquid. I can feel it seep through the cracks between my teeth and dribble out of my lips, splattering on the floor. It wasn't as bad as the attack I had last night, but it was still violent and painful. My insides clenched down on themselves, and not in a good way like a few minutes ago. It feels like my blood is boiling under my skin.
"HANNAH!" Ellis cries before I once again sink into darkness once again.
The boat pulled into a dock. Finally, we're down in New Orleans. It wasn't as close to the help as we'd like, but damn close enough.
"Now this is as far as Virgil go, but you can make it to the bridge from he'ah." The bridge is our objective. Make it to the other side of that, and we're home free, as long as the chopper stays there, and the pilot isn't a fucking infected.
Again.
"Thanks brother!" I call back to the boat as it beings to pull away, leaving the five of us on the dock; luckily with our gear this time.
"All right! Good luck now. I'm off to see if I can help some other folks." Virgil said through the intercom.
"We're almost home free, people." Coach reminded us, holding his gun in front of him just in case.
"Yeah, well seeing the bridge and getting there are two different things." Nick said, doing the same with his handguns.
I cock my shotgun and Ro adjusts her rifle. Hannah however, is looking a lot worse for wear. She's been getting worse and worse as the days go on. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fucking fair!
I decided to take my rage out on the zombies. I ran up the dock ramp to the right, and into the streets. Our guns are a blazin' and zombies are a dyin', it's really makin' me feel a little bit better. That is until zombies wearing Riot Police gear show up. Fuck! I was shooting at his chest, but it didn't seem to be workin' till Hannah came up behind him and ripped his head off. Smiling at her, and getting one in return, we rejoined the group and continued to run through the streets of New Orleans; shooting zombies and kickin' ass the whole way. We were nowhere near out of zombies too.
As we blast our way through zombie after zombie, several jets flew overhead. Coach said something about getting rescued, I couldn't catch it. Nick was closer to me, so I heard what he had to say. "You don't evacuate people in fighter jets. Ten bucks says they're pulling a Resident Evil on us."
I really didn't like the sound of that, but didn't have time to think about it too much or else I'd find myself facing the bad end of a zombie horde. I knew what the endin' was of Resident Evil 2 an' 3. Me an' Keith once spent a whole night playin' that when we were young. Not that any zombie game was trainin' for this but still, it's nice to have any advantage. Sticking together, we ran through back alleys and through open cafés. We were making good time until Hannah just stopped. She was standing still and staring into what seems like space. "Han!? Come on, Girl, we gotta move!" I yelled at her.
She pointed at a small apartment window that was just above what looked like a bookstore. The whole building looked like a fire had passed by it, and there was a huge hole blown in the wall showing off the floor between the apartment and the store below it. The remains of grey-blue curtains blew lifelessly out the window, all the glass shattered and gone.
"What, is there a Smoker in there or something?" I asked her, trying to get her to move; the rest of the team hadn't really slowed down for us yet.
"That was my apartment. My home." She said softly, and I paused.
I imagine it would be hard, seeing your home is such ruins. "Hannah. If we get outta this alive. I'll make you a new home. A better home. Our home." I said to her with my hands on her shoulders so she could look me in the eye.
She looks at me and smiles, tears filling the corners of her eyes. "Promise?" She whispered.
I dipped my head down and press my lips to her before pulling back and responded with by saying, "Promise."
My lips ghosted against hers again before I grabbed her hand and took off running, after the group, Hannah keeping up with me, coughing every now and then, yet trying to hide it from me. It wasn't long before all of us had joined back up and locked ourselves in the safe room at the very end of a fenced-off street. Hannah and I were relatively unharmed. Nick has some scrapes and Coach was taping over a cut on his arm.
"Knights of Columbus this hurts." Rochelle complained.
Ro girl wasn't looking too good at all. Her whole left arm was a mess, but we do our best to wrap it. Hannah was doing most of the work, and I was almost shocked and how good a job she did. Then I remembered she was a nurse in training before the "green flu" hit.
Ro thanked her and gave her a hug. After that we decided to sweep the safe room for supplies. After a while of searching we found some gun cleaning supplies and cleaned our weapons for a change. It was nasty; you don't wanna know what came out of those barrels. Eventually we were off again after a quick bite to eat.
There was a time when I wouldn't have even dreamed I'd be doing this kinda thing. I'd never want to bash a person's face in with a baseball bat. Now, I'm so used to it that it doesn't even phase me anymore. Running up the stairs that lead into the park I swung like I'm trying to hit a homerun with a zombie's brain, my shoulders ached and my elbows creaked in pain but I pushed through it. Running through a small maze of walls, we found the large open area of a park. Hannah leaps over the edge as if it's nothing, and landed soundly on the ground before something small and white leaps on her. It grabbed her hair and started pulling her away from us.
"Jockey's got Han!" Nick yells, as I start taking shots at the son of a bitch.
He didn't last too long before dropping off her back like a fly. She smiled at me as we ran. A wave of zombies followed us as we arrived a large memorial. Coach, Nick, Ro and I took an entrance and Hannah leapt all over the place before she landed beside me and took something off my belt.
Before I can ask her what her plan is, she was already up to the top of the statue that we're surrounding. She lit and threw the pipe bomb she snagged from me. The zombie's ran after it, and Hannah leapt off the statue and landed at my side, watching intently as the horde surrounded the beeping bomb.
"What's wrong young'n?" Coach asked her.
"The beeping…so…nice...inviting." She said, soundin' like she was stoned or something.
I wrapped my arms around her waist I picked her up and began to move, the second I turned my back I heard the bomb go off.
"No more pipe bombs for you." I said to her, thankfully she didn't protest, walking briskly through the park.
We heard a soft Sobbing sound up ahead. Oh Lord, not another Witch. Not that the last fight wasn't interestin' an all, but I don't think Hannah could handle it right now. So after spotting her in the bushes near the park exit, we decided to sneak around her as quietly as possible.
We heard a howl and a massive wave of zombies appeared outta freakin nowhere! Bullets flied everywhere. My stomach fell knees when I hear the enraged shrieking of the pale bitch we happened to be trying to avoid. Turning quickly, I watch helplessly as the Witch knocked Ro to the ground.
"RO!!" I cried out, trying to beat a path to save her.
Coach beat me to it, pulling out the chainsaw he must of grabbed when I wasn't looking. Blood and tissue started spraying everywhere. The Witch was all but sawed her in half. Both halves of the Witch fell, and Coach tried to get Ro up. That was when I cried out in pain. A zombie took a lucky swipe at my back and I'm drawn back into the battle. All the while a knot of discomfort and dread grew in my chest.
Why couldn't I hear Ro getting up?
Leaping wasn't as easy as it was before. Before, it seemed effortless, now though; I had to think about it. I'm not sure I like that.
"RO!!" Ellis cried, turning my attention from the armless zombie in front of me to where a shrieking Witch had downed Rochelle.
My blood ran cold. I would have run to help her, but a brother Hunter jumped from a nearby tree and pinned me to the ground. We got into a fight, ripping and clawing at each other. By the time I had finished him off, the horde was gone and dead on the ground. Rochelle had yet to get up. Coach was at her side giving her deep chest compressions and breaths, but something in the back of my mind was telling me that it was too late.
It had been too long. She should be up by now. I didn't dare voice my opinion. I couldn't. I didn't want it to be true. I couldn't handle it if it was true. Ellis walked silently up next to me and slipped his hand into mine, squeezing it tightly for comfort. Nick cursed lightly under his breath, turning his face away from the scene. Eventually Coach sighed and hung his head. He placed a hand on Ro's face to close her eyelids. He mumbled a prayer under his breath. I'm not sure, but it sounded like the Lord's prayer.
The bright sun above seemed to be mocking our misery by shining as bright as ever.
*sigh* Okay, I know it's not nearly as long as the last chapter, But I couldn't think of another place to end this chapter. It seemed like a good chapter ending.
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Slicerness: let that be a lesson to y'all. When playing L4D2, always have someone carry a defib unit. Or else one of your cute little teammates is gonna bite the bullet. For good.
DamienDarkside: Wait, we can leave notes at the ends of these things? In that case use a fire axe over a baseball bat and run past the Witch, never stay near her for too long. I never liked Depeche Mode much anyways. Money shots give life meaning, don't ask. Your souls belong to me. That is all.