Chapter 10: First Full Charge. (R-18)
It was a bit hairy, the outer lips full and slightly parted. The inner folds were a softer pink, visibly swollen and wet, inviting in a way that made my cock ache painfully against my boxers like it was trying to file a formal complaint.
I stared. I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful, clean, warm, and open. Also, wow — staring felt wildly inappropriate, but here we were in a tiny bathroom with a dying girl who had just taken her panties off for .
The plague mark was spreading, its black veins now reaching her thigh, but even that seed less urgent now that she stood completely bare in front of . Priorities shift fast when a naked girl is waiting.
I slid my hands under her ass and tried to lift her onto the sink, but she was already too weak and the porcelain was ice cold. Bad idea. "Bed," I muttered.
I carried her out of the bathroom like a very horny teen who had never done this before. Sherry could hear everything for all I cared. Sherry could deal.
I laid her down gently on the mattress, then yanked my pants and boxers off in one clumsy motion. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum. I got onto the bed. She opened her legs wider with what little strength she still had, her movents slow and shaky.
I knelt between her thighs, left hand braced near her right breast, right hand guiding my cock to her entrance like I was parallel parking a very enthusiastic vehicle.
We didn’t have ti for romance. Romance could wait for people who weren’t on day seven.
I pushed in slowly. Her tight, scorching walls stretched around , hot and slick, gripping every inch as I sank deeper. The heat of her pussy was almost too much. She was wetter than I expected, but her body felt fragile underneath , burning up with fever. I bottod out and stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around .
Annabelle’s mouth opened. A sound tried to co out — sothing raw and broken — but it died halfway, just a weak huff of air. Her hands clutched weakly at my shoulders, fingers trembling.
I started moving. Slow, careful thrusts at first, pulling out until only the head remained inside her, then sliding back in deep. The wet sound of her pussy taking
was loud in the quiet room. Every ti I pushed in, her inner walls fluttered weakly around my cock, almost like her body was trying to hold on even if she couldn’t.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. She tried to moan again when I angled my hips and dragged the head of my cock over a sensitive spot inside her, but the sound strangled in her throat and ca out as nothing more than a strained exhale. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy with fever. She wasn’t lost in pleasure. She was just... enduring. Letting
do what had to be done.
I picked up speed, fucking her harder now. The bed creaked under us. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples tight and pink. I watched my cock disappear between her full outer lips, slick with her wetness, then reappear shining. The sight made my balls tighten.
Her legs twitched behind my back, too weak to lock properly. Every few thrusts her pussy would clench around
— not from ecstasy, but from the sheer physical strain of her body reacting to being filled while the plague ate at her strength.
I kept going, deep and steady, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her hands slipped from my shoulders and fell to the sheets, fingers curling weakly.
The system lit up in my vision.
[Lewd Leveling System]
[Progress towards a Full Charge: 5%]
[Purifier will be activated on 10%]
I didn’t stop. I fucked her faster, hips snapping, driving into her tight heat again and again. Her pussy was gripping
like it didn’t want to let go, even as the rest of her body grew limper beneath . Another weak sound tried to escape her — just a tiny, broken whimper that barely made it past her lips before it faded.
Her inner walls suddenly fluttered harder, clamping down in irregular pulses. Her back arched slightly, the only real movent she could manage. It wasn’t a full orgasm, more like her body giving out one last involuntary response. That was enough.
[Purifier activated]
[Progress: 10% → 15% → 20% → 30% → 40% → 45% → 55% → 60% → 80%]
The numbers exploded. When I hit eighty percent the pressure in my balls beca unbearable. I buried myself as deep as I could, grinding against her, and ca hard. Pulse after heavy pulse, I emptied everything I had inside her, flooding her pussy with thick, hot spurts until it started leaking out around my cock.
[Lewd Leveling System]
[First full charge reached. Host has leveled up.]
[Class: Pri Charger, Level 2.]
I collapsed onto her, still buried deep inside her pulsing heat, both of us breathing hard. In reality it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like I’d poured my entire life into her.
Not bad for my first ti.
"What is happening?" Annabelle’s voice was hoarse and exhausted.
I lifted my head. Her skin was already changing right before our eyes. The black plague veins were retreating, shrinking back down her thigh like they were being burned away from the inside. The grey undertone faded. Color slowly returned to her face.
She managed a small, tired smile. The first real one I’d ever seen from her without fear attached.
"You’re a healer," she said, almost laughing in disbelief.
Then, with surprising strength now that the plague was leaving her, she pushed
onto my back and climbed on top, straddling . Payback, gratitude, or maybe just the need to feel in control for once — I didn’t care which. Her hands pressed against my chest. Her breasts hung heavy right in front of my face. I definitely didn’t complain.
But even as I enjoyed the warmth of her body settling on mine, my brain was already scanning for consequences. Old habits die hard.
The corridor outside was too quiet.
"Sherry," I whispered.
Annabelle went still. "What?"
"She heard everything."
I didn’t know if that was true. But I’d grown up on the plain, and on the plain you assud soone was always listening. Small walls didn’t stop zombies. They didn’t stop sound either.
Annabelle’s hands tightened on my back. "Is that a problem?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No," I said honestly. "Not yet."
"Does anyone else know you’re here?" I asked. That was the real question.
"No." She paused. "Except Mable."
Okay.
"She knows I ca to this wing," she said. "She’s helping
cover. But she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know about the plague."
I stopped pressing. Let my head fall back on the pillow. She relaxed slightly and rested her head on my chest, her body warm and surprisingly heavy. I wrapped an arm around her.
May had been right. Tonight I really was sleeping with a girl in my room.
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