Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181020194933/@comment-36855838-20181021141053

A horde of nearly mindless, shambling undead.

Their strength may be only slightly above average for women of their body types, but their endurance is unparallelled, even by dragons!

I can't win in a war of attrition, and by the looks of it, they're absolutely starving for men out here, if I hand myself over, I'll be drained dry day in and day out until enough men arrive to properly sate them, which could take years.

I sneak around and into my truck, luckily they haven't blocked the front, so I should be able to drive off.

I step on the gas, and the truck takes off, I drive off towards the next populated town, eager to get help.

A flash of reflected headlights, the screech of brakes.

A massive horde of zombies crossing the street, heading towards a massive bonfire and holding planks torn from the abandoned houses.

A few break off from the horde and try to get at me, I've locked the doors, but they're pulling the handles anyway, others are slowly digging their hands into the doors themselves.

One climbs onto the hood of the truck, smooshing her body alluringly against the windshield.

Wait. . . I know that woman!

"Amelia?"

I press my hand against the glass, she lines hers up with it.

Looking around, I see other lady truckers, in fact, everybody who broke off is one.

With a sickening pop, they tear open the door casings, and then the doors.

They pour in from both sides, hands groping, mouths sucking, nibbling, and kissing, breasts smooshing.

Suddenly, they stop, a massive thud sounds out, then another, and another.

A massive cloud of odd mist envelops the area, I go agonizingly hard, whike they begin flailing about and moaning, apparently visited by uncontrollable orgasms.

A massive head droops into view, only a single eye visible, it's a primal dragon, an undead one.

Then, standing at my side is a Dragon Zombie.

Not just any Dragon, though, this is the trucker who turned down my advances when I had confessed my feelings for her, laughing at me as I left.

Now she was a slavering Lizard, eager to lay her rotted eggs and live her life to the lewdest.

Her tongue lolled freely as she approached, her legs dripping with her desire. She pounced, her massive mitts snatching me up and shoving my head into her large, soft chest.

Her breath was hot with desire, and quite intoxicating, I began to grope her rear while we moved to kiss, her tail beginning to wag.

In thirty seconds, I had disrobed, and she then carried me and my clothes to a field of matresses in the town square, canopied by a circular tent.

A large ring of stones encased a massive bonfire at the center, which zombies were tossing bosrds into constantly.

Almost every matress was filled with a man, I was placed on one of the few empty ones.

Oddly enough, no men were having intercourse, before I cpuld ponder the dire implications, I noticed a faint moaning coming from the rear of the tent.

The Dragon Zombie flared her wings and stalked to the rear of the tent, mere moments later, screams rang out.

Every zombie fled at once, and the Dragon returned, holding one aloft by the throat.

She pulled her in for a deep kiss, and breathed heavily on her, then on the fire, the sweet stench spred like the odor of incense or scented candles.

I was quickly reminded how painfully hard I was as the Dragon ripped open the zombies top, and clawed a slit into her tight sweatpants.

She was writhing on the floor, her jiggling body alluring, as the scent continued to pump into the fire from the lungs of the Dragon.

I couldn't restrain myself, I pounced, grabbing her head and yanking, an unnatural strength and durability had overtaken me, most likely from the Dragon breath, because no matter how hard she clawed, she never broke my skin, and her hardest bites brought only gentle squeezing and intense pleasure as I began to fuck her throat.

Her teeth began to wiggle, and then they disloged, I took a moment to fish them out of her mouth, and then resumed, pounding as hard as possible in pursuit of that elusie orgasm.

''I'm so sorry, I know it hurts, but I need to cum! It hurts so bad to be this hard!''

Another man took up position.behind her, fucking her from behind, pulling so hard he nearly removed her skin, pulling and grasping so hard she was bruising.

I was close, and so was he, when we finally orgasmed, our whole bodies clenched up, I involuntarily crushed her skull, and he her hips.

I must have cum buckets!

Pulling out, the remains of the zombie drop to the floor in a bleeding mess, and several others are currently fucking the Dragon, who suffers no ill effects due to her higher durability.

She used us to murder her subordinate.

I sat down with the other man.

"How long have you been here, and what WAS that?"

He ran a hand through his hair.

"The girl we jus' fucked back to death was fra'ernizing with the Dragons mates, tha's us, an' so she worked everybo'y into a breedin' frenzy."

I looked at the dragon, who had moved, leaving a horde of exhausted, satisfied men in her wake.