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Chapter 84 - +18 part 2, Conversation and Meeting

 

[WARNING: SCENE +18]

Sunlight filtered through the curtain slits of the window, casting trembling shadows that danced across the office desk where Alex and Yuki lay, their bodies intertwined, sweaty, caught in a whirlwind of desire that eclipsed the growls of the zombies scratching outside.

The air smelled of mold, sweat, and something raw: the consuming passion, a visceral contrast to the stench of decay that permeated the abandoned streets outside. Every scratch on the wall, every guttural moan, was a reminder of the death stalking them, but in that moment, Alex and Yuki existed only for each other.

Alex looked down at Yuki, her eyes shining up at him with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. Their breaths were ragged, their chests rising and falling in a frantic rhythm after the intensity of the prior oral sex.

For Yuki, it was her first time exploring such sensations, her body still trembling from the climax that had left her on the brink of collapse. For Alex, it was a return to an intimacy he hadn't felt in years, a fire he had forgotten after empty relationships and fleeting encounters. Doubt assaulted him for an instant: Yuki was young, several years younger, and they barely knew each other.

Is this fair? Is it just the apocalypse speaking for us?

But the longing in Yuki's eyes, the way her hands searched for him, pushed him to ignore the voice of reason.

We're alive. For now, that's enough.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining with an urgency that tasted of desperation and life. As their mouths devoured each other, Alex adjusted his body, the head of his erection brushing Yuki's slick entrance.

She tensed, an instinctive reaction to the initial pressure, her muscles contracting with a mix of nerves and desire. Alex felt it and stopped, his lips grazing her ear.

"You're safe with me," he whispered, his voice hoarse but tender. "Just relax, Yuki. Let me take care of you."

His words were a balm, accompanied by gentle strokes on her hips, his fingers tracing comforting circles on her skin. Yuki sighed, her legs opening wider, inviting him, her body surrendering to the warmth of his promises.

Alex moved slowly, his penis sliding centimeter by centimeter, feeling the warm wetness and the inner tightness that enveloped him like a glove. Each movement provoked a reaction: Yuki gasped, her face oscillating between pain and overwhelming fullness.

For her, it was a strange invasion, a stretch that kept her on edge, but also a sensation of completeness that anchored her to him. Alex, for his part, was on the verge of getting lost in pure pleasure. Yuki's heat, the way her internal muscles clenched around him, ignited him as never before. His instinct screamed at him to let go, to thrust without control, but his sanity held him back.

I don't want to hurt her. Not in this world where everything hurts.

He wanted this to be different, not just for him, but for her, an experience that transcended the chaos surrounding them.

With measured strokes, he moved back and forth, giving her time to adjust to his size. Yuki's moans filled the air, soft at first, then more audible, each one stimulating Alex to continue.

When he reached the limit of her virginity, he paused, looking at her with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire inside him. Yuki nodded, her eyes shining with contained tears, but also with resolve. Alex retreated slightly, gathered momentum, and with a careful but firm motion, he broke the barrier.

A sharp gasp escaped Yuki, her lips bitten to contain a sob, a pair of tears sliding down her cheeks. Alex made a move to pull back, worried, but Yuki trapped him with her legs, wrapping them tightly around him.

"Keep going," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "Please."

Alex obeyed, moving with extreme care, kissing her deeply to distract her from the pain. His hands found her breasts, gently squeezing them, his thumbs brushing her hardened nipples, provoking shivers that helped eclipse the initial discomfort.

After a minute of slow, tender thrusts, the pain on Yuki's face began to fade, replaced by mounting arousal. Every movement from Alex sent waves of pleasure through her body, a tingling sensation that spread from her core to her limbs. Her moans became uncontrollable, loud and raw, filling the office with a song of life in the midst of death.

Alex felt this was the best sex of his life. It wasn't just the physical sensation—though Yuki's tightness, the way she enveloped him, was intoxicating—but the reciprocity. He wanted her to feel as much as he did, that every thrust was a mutual gift.

He varied the rhythms, going deep and slow, then fast and shallow, watching Yuki's reactions to find what made her tremble. When he noticed a movement that made her gasp louder, he repeated it, alternating with others to keep her on the edge. His hands explored her breasts with a mix of softness and fierceness, squeezing them, testing their elasticity, feeling how they molded to his palms.

Yuki, lost in pleasure, began to touch herself, her fingers tracing her clitoris, her nipples, seeking unknown limits. At one point, she arched her back, her hips moving in perfect synchronicity with Alex's, an instinctive dance that bound them in a primal rhythm.

The desk groaned under their weight, uncomfortable but forgotten in the fever of the moment. Kisses, hickeys, frenzied caresses—their bodies were covered in sweat, glistening in the dim light.

Alex licked her neck, leaving red marks that pulsed like trophies. Yuki moaned uncontrollably, her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails leaving red lines on his skin. The urgency grew in Alex, a burning pressure inside him that signaled an imminent climax. His animal instinct pushed him to release inside her, to mark her, but his sanity roared louder.

Not now. Not here.

A pregnancy in this broken world, without safe havens, in a relationship born of necessity rather than love, would be a disaster. He felt Yuki's legs tightening around his waist, instinctively pulling him, but he shifted his weight onto her, forcing her to open wider.

Just before the edge, he pulled out, ejaculating on her belly, the warmth of his semen spreading over her skin. Yuki, synchronized with him, reached her own climax, her body convulsing, a choked scream escaping her lips.

They collapsed, Alex holding his weight up with his arms so as not to crush her. The sweat bound them, the sticky semen between them an ignored discomfort. Their breathing was erratic, their bodies exhausted by the intensity. The silence of the office, broken only by the distant growls, enveloped them. Yuki looked at him, her eyes clouded but full of something new. Gratitude? Connection?

"I've never... felt that," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

Alex offered a faint smile, kissing her gently.

"Me neither," he admitted.

 

[END OF SCENE +18]

 

A few minutes later. The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of dust, sweat, and a residual echo of intimacy that hung between Alex and Yuki. The silence, broken only by the distant scratching and moaning of the zombies in the alley, wrapped the room like a suffocating blanket.

Passion had saved them from fear, but the apocalypse was still roaring, and Alex knew they had to move soon. Now, sitting a few feet apart, they both avoided direct eye contact, trapped in a whirlpool of contradictory emotions.

Alex wiped the sweat from his face and the stickiness on his stomach with a wet wipe from his pack, offering the package to Yuki with a mechanical gesture. She took the wipes with trembling hands, her shyness returning like a tide washing over her.

They cleaned themselves in silence, the rustle of the wipes against skin an intimate sound that contrasted with the rawness of the environment. Yuki dressed quickly, her shirt clumsily buttoned, her cheeks flushed with shame. Alex, for his part, feigned naturalness, zipping his pants with forced calm, but his mind was chaos.

What did we just do?

The passion had been real, a fire that consumed them both, but now the consequences hit him. They didn't know each other well enough, and the age difference—Yuki barely 18, he in his mid-twenties—added a layer of awkwardness.

It was incredible, but... was it a mistake?

He didn't want to think of it that way, not when Yuki's eyes had shone with such desire and the feeling she sparked in him, but the weight of survival left no room to process what they had shared.

Yuki, sitting against the wall, avoided speaking, her fingers fiddling with the wipe. Alex wanted to say something, to break the silence, but the words caught in his throat.

There's no time for this. We have to move.

The echo of the zombies outside was a constant reminder: this office was not a permanent refuge. With that urgency in mind, he began to draw up a plan.

"I'm going to secure the first floor," he said, his voice firmer than he felt. "You'll help me from a safe spot. We'll draw the zombies out, I'll take them down fast, and then I'll check the rest of the building. I'll find a possible escape route, but we have to clear the way first."

Yuki nodded, her eyes fixed on him with a trust that disarmed him.

"Okay," she murmured, her voice soft but decisive.

Alex led her to a corner of the office, behind an overturned filing cabinet, a blind spot from the entrance.

"Stay here. When I open the door, scream to attract them. I'll handle the rest."

She swallowed hard, but nodded, gripping the knife Alex had given her.

He positioned himself next to the door, his machete in one hand, the pistol in the other, though he knew shooting would be a last resort. He opened the door with a quick movement, and Yuki let out a sharp, controlled scream that echoed down the hall.

Three zombies, with decomposed faces and ragged clothes, staggered toward the entrance. Alex closed the door behind them, trapping them. With precise movements, he sank the machete into the heads of the first two, the crunch of breaking skulls a sound that no longer fazed him.

The third, slower, lunged toward Yuki, its hands outstretched. She backed away, but before it could react, Alex dropped it with a clean blow to the skull, black blood splattering the floor.

They repeated the process several times, Yuki screaming to attract the zombies, Alex eliminating them with brutal efficiency. In fifteen minutes, fourteen bodies lay still, the hallway reeking of rotten flesh.

With the immediate area secured, Alex left Yuki in the office and explored the neighboring offices and farther corridors. Every door he opened was a risk, every shadow a potential danger, but his improvised training and his visions guided him.

He found a staircase at the back, securing it with a chain found in a cabinet, and a window on the ground floor that offered an escape route to a side street. The problem: it was too close to the zombie cordon he had seen earlier.

If we distract them, we can get out. But it's risky.

He returned exhausted, sweat running down his forehead, and sat in a chair away from the desk, consciously avoiding the place where they had shared their intimate moment. Yuki watched him, her face still flushed.

"I found an exit," Alex said, breaking the silence. "We'll need to distract the nearby zombies. The route will get us out of the building, but we'll be close to the cordon. We'll have to move fast."

He looked at her leg, then, instinctively, her crotch, worried about the pain she might be enduring after her first time.

Did I hurt her? Can she keep up?

Yuki noticed his gaze and blushed fiercely, but she lifted her chin.

"I'll be fine," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm Japanese, you know? We can handle a little pain." Her tone was light, but Alex saw the tension in her eyes. He wanted to argue, but something more urgent stopped him.

I can't ignore what happened.

He took a breath, steeling himself.

"Yuki, about earlier... it was one of the best moments of my life. I don't regret it, but... I don't know where this leaves us."

She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of tenderness and sadness.

"It was special for me too, Alex. I'd never felt anything like it. But I know we can't... not now. Not with all this."

She paused, her voice trembling. "I mean, I'd like to, but... I understand you have to take Emily to her father. And then what?"

Alex felt a knot in his chest. Yuki's honesty mirrored his own thoughts.

I don't have a plan beyond Ron. I could go to the safe house in the northeast where Gerry and the others were. Or I could go with David. I could even travel to the division where Bryan was located with his parents. But none of these goals were clear. Something else flooded his mind.

His visions had guided him to a villa, a sanctuary that seemed like a distant dream, but he didn't know if it would include Yuki.

Can I take her with me? Do I want that?

The connection between them was real, but born of desperation, not a clear future.

"I don't know what I'll do next," he admitted, his voice low. "But I don't want you to think this meant nothing. It's just... we don't have time right now."

Yuki nodded, her eyes shining with something deeper, an attachment Alex wasn't sure he could return. The silence wrapped around them, heavy but necessary. Before they could continue, the radio crackled, Tim's voice breaking through.

"Alex, do you copy? There's military movement to the west. They're drawing the zombies, including the ones from the cordon... They're moving."

Alex and Yuki rushed to the window Alex had identified, peering out carefully. The zombies, staggering and clumsy, were heading west, drawn by some distant noise or movement.

It's our chance.

"Tim, we're heading there. Hold your position at the warehouse," he replied, his mind already calculating. The route was clearer now, but the danger still lurked.

He looked at Yuki, who was adjusting her backpack with determination.

"We're getting out of here," he said, his voice firm.

She nodded, clutching her knife. As they prepared, Alex felt the weight of their connection, but also the urgency of survival.

First, escape. Then, decide what this means.

The building's secondary entrance, a metal door in a narrow alley, squeaked open, letting Alex and Yuki slip outside.

The street was a graveyard of abandoned cars, with broken glass scattered like dirty diamonds and overturned dumpsters spilling trash.

In the distance, the roar of engines and sporadic gunshots resonated from the west, drawing the zombies like moths to a flame. Their staggering silhouettes moved in a herd, a slow but relentless flow, leaving a temporary gap in the cordon that had trapped them. Alex knew the opportunity was fragile: waiting too long meant being surrounded by the farther wandering dead.

He took Yuki's hand; their fingers intertwined with an urgency that needed no words. Her palm was warm, but trembling slightly, an echo of the intimate moment they had shared in the office that now hung between them like an unspoken secret.

No time to think about that. Move.

Alex's heart pounded, every step a calculated risk, every shadow a potential end. They moved low, using the cars as shields, their shoes brushing the asphalt carefully to avoid crunching debris. Yuki followed closely, her trust in him almost blind, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of fear and determination.

She thinks I can get us out of here. I can't fail her.

Every hiding place—a dumpster, an overturned van, a twisted cafe sign—was a momentary refuge, but also a potential trap. The zombies' moans resonated, fainter now, but still present, a reminder that danger was never far.

With caution and some luck, they managed to move down the street, away from the cordon. They weren't close to the warehouse where Tim and the others waited, but they were far enough from the chaos to regroup later. Alex spotted a convenience store with the door ajar, its windows intact, though some had broken glass.

"There," he whispered, guiding Yuki inside.

The smell of food greeted them, but there were no zombies. For now, they were safe.

Inside, Alex pulled out his radio, adjusting the volume to minimum.

"Tim, do you copy?" he said, his voice low but clear. "Where are you?"

Tim's reply was immediate, tinged with relief. "Alex, thank God. We're at the warehouse, secured. You guys?"

"We escaped the building. We're a few blocks away, at a store. But don't come," he said, anticipating Emily's impulsiveness. "It's better if we move separately to the safe house. Meeting now could attract more zombies."

There was a murmur in the background—Emily, probably protesting—but Tim replied firmly.

"Understood. We're moving to the safe house. Keep in touch." Alex exhaled, relieved.

Without taking much rest, Alex signaled the exit. "Come on, Yuki. We can't stay."

She nodded, adjusting her pack, her face still marked by shyness but hardened by the need to survive. They set off at a trot, moving between streets full of abandoned cars. The wandering zombies were few, but dangerous.

A couple approached, drawn by the movement, their faces decomposed and their hands extended. Alex faced them with his machete, sinking the blade into their skulls with precise blows, the wet sound of the cuts echoing in the silence. Yuki, acting as lookout, kept her eyes open, her knife ready, though she didn't have to use it. The other zombies, caught in the herd effect, continued west, ignoring them.

For half an hour they jogged, dodging debris and shadows.

Occasionally, human figures—other survivors—crossed in the distance, their tense faces reflecting the same instinct to flee. Alex ignored them; he couldn't afford more burdens. His mind, however, wandered.

He had forgotten about Kris and Abi, the sisters who had joined the group.

How did I miss that?

His connection with Yuki, so intense and recent, had distracted him, but now reality hit him.

They are not what they seem.

The sisters' facade of helplessness had vanished, and when he finally spotted his group on a clearer street, he confirmed it.

Tim, Emily, George, Amy, Kris, and Abi were there, crouched behind a makeshift barricade of cars. Emily raised her hand, relieved, but Alex focused on Kris and Abi.

The older one, Kris, held a knife confidently, her posture alert, while Abi, the younger one, had a knife on her belt and another in her hand, her eyes sharp like an adult's.

They're no longer pretending to be victims.

The transformation unsettled him, but also impressed him.

They're survivors, like us. Or maybe they were already surviving in their own way before the chaos.

"Alex, Yuki, you made it!" Emily said, running towards them, but stopping when she saw Alex's serious expression.

Tim approached, his usual calm intact. "Good job. What's the plan?"

"We're going to the safe house," Alex said, his voice firm. "We move together now, but carefully. The zombies are distracted, but that won't last."

He looked at Yuki, whose leg was still limping slightly, and felt a pang of worry. She gave him a weak but determined smile, as if reading his thoughts.

"I'll be fine," she repeated.

As the group prepared, Alex felt the weight of his leadership.

The connection with Yuki, though recent, was a complication in a world where survival came first.

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[A/N: CHAPTER COMPLETED

Hello everyone.

First, I want to say that no one asked for the 18+ scene, but it felt anticlimactic not to finish it.

Also, I have to say that I didn't like it very much; it's pretty average and doesn't have much passion, but oh well, it is what it is.

On the other hand, I'll start speeding up Alex's arrival at Ron's hideout, because it all seems forced, and the inclusion of the other characters is proving a bit difficult.

The only other option is to go back and review the perspectives, as I did a few months ago, and perhaps this way I can advance their own stories without leaving them out.

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