by jondude » Sun Jun 19, 2016 5:21 am
While the situation certainly could've been worse Selena still curses when she sees the amount of zombies still wandering around in lamp lit streets, not having a more even blend rather then favor the straight shambling males. They are spread out too, meaning it might be harder to weave in between them rather then more easily avoidable, if slightly more dangerous, clusters. Why couldn't things ever be easy?
Her stomach rumbles, unhappy at only being fed cum for last day and not meeting all her dietary necessities. Of course though she had a seemingly endless exploitable loophole of sustenance in the form of her lactating bosom, but surely that couldn't work forever... could it? There should still be food back at the apartment building she had first landed on with Tabathia, but for now it would be best to quell her rumbling stomach, if only to prevent distraction. Cupping her hefty swollen tits, she lifts them up and presses them together, suppressing a natural lusty moan from manipulating the sensitive orbs by slipping her ever stiff nipples into her own mouth. She then stands there in the hall, feeding from her own bounty and massaging her breasts gently with her hands, lips kissing her own areola almost sensually. Quickly her own unnaturally sweet treat floods onto her tongue in ample amounts, making her questions whether her milk was like this or if the virus had changed it as to be more desirable. In either a case it was a trait in her favor, helping clear the heads of infected individuals and placate mutant beasts. When she has her fill she drops her chest pillows, letting the large perky mounds bounce freely as she took a moment to control her arousal, drops of it forming on her slit. It would seem some of the sensitivity during her encounter with the gray goo might have been permanent... and honestly she didn't find herself minding.
More or less fed, she heads back to the shower room where Leslie still was, strapping her two pistol holsters to her thighs while Leslie did hers, puts on her too small lab coat, slings her shotgun, and then finally grabs her flamethrower. Seeing Leslie pick up her big magnum signals to Selena that they're both ready to rock. Though since Leslie's mental faculties seemed to be recovering in leaps and bounds, some words of encouragement couldn't hurt. "Looking good Leslie~ Tell you what, once we get to the apartment building we can cuddle all you want. But, in all seriousness now Leslie, I need you to do something for me. If I get cornered or caught by zombies, or things are starting to look bad, I want you to hide okay? I'm safe from the virus, and though you are recovering I don't want to take the chance that zombie sex might undo some of your progress. So if you see me getting caught and raped by a horde, don't do anything crazy okay? I can recover from it much easier then you can."