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The Veteran: First Undead Lover

By: HeadstrongOne

(Week 14, Update 1)



It had been only six months since the new Demon Lord came to power. Rumors were spreading of a war that would consume humanity. People were in fear of the unknown. Nobody knew what was happening over there. No one wanted to believe it, but no one could have expected what would occur on that day.

“Get up maggots! The commander is coming! Make yourselves presentable”. Those words were the first I would here on the day that changed everything. I was in no rush to dress, my 7 years of being stationed here teaching me to not to be hasty to please my superior officer. I calmly started to dress while the other petty officers clumsily clothed themselves, some even attempting to wear their pants as shirts. These new officers were as green as you could get, eager to kiss the Commander’s arse. Even though I was the last to rise, I wasn’t the last to be ready. The sound of our Lieutenant’s voice rang above the din, “Stand attention for the honorable Commander Zeasel”. I could swear good old Lou cracked a smirk as he said that, recalling a little comparison I had made between our new commander and a pesky little creature. His smirk was removed from his face as a man clad in shining steel armor took the steps into the barracks. 

The man who entered could only be described with two words, inexperienced and young. Standing in at 5’11, a lad of 23 years entered through the door, a disgusted grimace upon his face. He was an odd character, looks of an innocent boy fresh from his mother’s milk, but the malice of a tyrant within his soul. The words that came out of his mouth held no respect, “I have a mission for you disgusting pieces of filth.” He paused to ensure that we listened. “I require 5 volunteers to head into the Demon Realm.” The gasps of breaths that came out of the officers’ mouths couldn’t have been any louder.

    These men had a right to those reactions. No one dared to enter there. It was suicidal. No army of ours had ever returned from our attempts to invade that land. What was 5 men going to do?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Zeasel started to grin, deriving pleasure from our outward surprise. Once the gasps had stopped, he continued. “I need these men to infiltrate the realm to gather information on the monsters lurking in the area along the border. Anyone willing to volunteer for the kingdom?” I knew these Pettys were really itching to brown nose, but the mission was suicide, plain and simple. It was quiet for ten seconds before someone finally answered, “I v-v-volunteer for the mission honorable commander”, the trepidation clear in his voice. “Good lad, any more? No? Then I will choose.” He took delight in their fear of selection. He was the executioner and we were his for the cutting block. He would pick 3 more men seemingly at random, pausing to look around the room for his last victim. His eyes roamed on the officers and stopped upon my figure. “Ah, Master Sergeant Avak. I forgot you were here. These men need a veteran that knows the area, so I’ll choose you to help them on their journey.” I barely held back a retort. I had never ventured that far into the Demon Realm, the furthest being a mile at most, but I could not refuse. The smarmy shit put a hand on my shoulder, moving his face in front of mine. “Good luck Sergeant, and I hope to hear from you soon.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">    <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">We may have left the fort that very morning, but it only took two day for things to go horribly wrong. The first day of the journey was uneventful and our progress was fast. By the time night had come, we had arrived to our area of investigation. As we laid down for the night, I could swear there were eyes in the shadows, watching us behind a curtain of black. Another thing I noticed was that the forest smelled rather sweet, but I shrugged off the idea, believing it to be the natural smell of this land. Oh boy, was I wrong.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">That morning we got right to work looking for monsters to observe, but there was only one problem. There were no signs of monsters for miles, not even waste materials. How could there be no monsters when not but 6 months ago a herd of zombies had attacked our fort and had fled with a good number still intact? There must be something here. We looked for hours and found nothing, but this only made us more worried. It was going to be night in 3 hours and we needed to be at our next position by tomorrow. What happened next put an end to those thoughts.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">As I was packing up my stuff to leave, I notice the sky getting darker, quickly blocking out the sun within minutes. My men started to panic, fear plastered upon their faces. With a swift motion I pulled my longsword from its scabbard, my leather armor swishing with the movement. “Draw your swords men and form a circle with me!” Even with fear in their veins, the men pulled out their weapons and complied. We waited for what I could only call an eternity before one of the guys spotted something. “There! In the tree line.” The sight that I beheld would cause any veteran to soil his britches right there and then. A horde of zombies slowly approaching our position, a look of what I could only describe as hunger upon their faces. They approached from every direction, save for a small gap to the south. “Okay men I want you too….” The words never left my mouth as the men bolted through the gap, leaving me to cover their asses. My thoughts swam with curses for each of their families and their descendants. I needed to think of something quickly. My plan never came, for while I had been distracted by my men, I did not pay attention to my flank. Three of the buggers pounced upon me, trying with much effort to push me to the ground. I struggled to free myself, but that only gave more time for them to grab onto me and assist in my fall. My sword clanged to the ground as I finally gave in to their numbers. I was buried in a mass of bodies. The last thing I saw was the final shred of light disappear as they fully covered me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">I felt wet all over. My head and feet felt as if they were in a pool of water. Something was struggling to undo my belt, but I didn’t know what. The weirdest thing of all though was the prevailing smell of sweet sugar in the air. Zombies do not smell like sugar... These senses combine to force me from my unconscious state. I opened my eyes slowly to be greeted with an odd sight. I look at the face of my assailants only to be greeted by the most beautiful women I had ever seen, everyone of them licking a part of me. They were of various sizes and ages, each one as captivating as the next. Now with my senses having fully returned, I start to notice the sensation of their work. Their tongues were like heaven upon my battered skin, covering me with a feeling of ecstasy. I feel an odd awareness as my lower member starts to respond to their licking, growing to full mast, creating an obvious hill upon my trousers. One girl I had not noticed began to struggle harder at having seen my reaction, her face hungering. In fear of losing my precious zone, I try to move, but their added weight holds me down and their licking keeps me paralyzed with pleasure. What am I going to do?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">My heart drops as I hear the my belt unsnap from its buckle. The sound of my trousers sliding down to reveal my solid warrior’s staff. She moved her face towards it with her maw agape. I try to look away but my head is forced to watch as this zombie, no… woman, consumes my shaft. I feel no pain, only a wet, slick feeling along my cock, driving me further into the clouds. The cold yet lukewarm feeling of her mouth only heightened the awareness of how wonderful it felt. She lowered her mouth until she completely swallowed it, letting it touch the back of her throat. I try to resist, but to no avail. I groan with satisfaction as I release 7 years of pent up sexual tension down her throat. Her eyes shoot open only to close as she swallows down my seed with much force. When she finishes, her mouth comes off, her hand still holding onto my dick.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">I’m left exhausted, but she seems to have other ideas. She lifts herself up onto my body adding further weight to my chest. Her soft butt upon me causing my member to stiffen slightly. She then proceeds to lift her rear and align my shaft with her dripping lower mouth. I again feebly struggle to free myself, but some of them have stopped their licking to hold me down. I can feel it harden as she nears her lower curves to it. I am given no time to react as she plops down upon me, taking it all within her soaking folds. She moans not with hunger, but with pleasure beyond any woman I’ve ever known. Her tongue shoots out of her mouth to the side and hangs there as she rides me for all I’m worth. I can feel myself about to burst. She must have sensed my end since she placed her mouth over mine. Her tongue assaulted my teeth, but my resistance broke, letting her tongue twirl with mine. I hold her tongue in my mouth as I groan with considerable effort, my semen flooding her lukewarm womb. The folds of her inner sanctum swishing about my penis to lap up all my fluids. I am slightly saddened as she lifts herself off of me, her lips leaking bits of cum onto my chest. My sadness is soon replaced by trepidation as another of the girls gets on my chest and plays with me. She sucks it at first, but as soon as it’s hard, she shoves it inside. I am sensitive at this point, so I cum within minutes. My balls are on fire and I can barely feel my waist, but yet another one straddles my waist. A look of horror comes to my face as I analyze the situation. All these women wanted me to pleasure them. There was no way I could do that, but they weren’t gonna let me go, not when they could possibly be next. I pray to whatever is up there as my again erect cock is pulled to her rear.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">I would never leave the Demon Realm. As it turns out, one of my men had stayed to observe their actions upon me. He could not do anything to save me, but he got the info he needed and ran. He was the only one who made it out of us 5. I didn’t feel bad that he had left me. In actuality, I was glad to be considered dead. The stress of the job was not worth the pay and I was ready to leave. To add a bonus to it, I would hear a year later that Zeasel was convicted of treason and hanged. I am content with my life here in the Demon Realm and luckily I’m not alone. If I’m ever bored or unhappy, I can just ask my 20 wives for help……….