Chapter 33: A Date with Zombina
"Everyone seated?" I ask, sitting in the living room.
On my left are Cerea, Miia and Tio. On my right are Mero, Rachnee and Zombina. Smith is sitting opposite me, all of us occupying the couches and the one-seater sofas.
In front of them on the table are their favorite drinks.
"Let's proceed with the meeting." I put my hands together.
"What's this meeting about, Honey?" Rachnee asks.
I clear my throat. "As you all know, my loves, I have received a threat against my life. That's why Smith, Tio, and Zombina are here. Tomorrow, I'll be going on a date with Zombina. Tio will accompany us. In their absence, what if the culprit attacks the house? So, as a safety measure…"
"We're thinking about bringing Draco here for the time being," Smith completes the sentence.
"If thou has decided it, Aruji-dono," says Cerea, "what is the purpose of this Council?"
"I want the assent of everyone present here."
"Have you asked for anyone's permission before?" Zombina giggles.
"Not really." I shake my head with a guilty smile, sipping my coke from the squatty glass in my hand. "But I am now."
"So how does this work?" Mero asks. "Is there Majorityism, or everyone has a Veto?"
"Let me know if you are for or against Draco moving in here," I reply. "I'll see if I can answer to the objections."
"Ho, so that's what this is about." Rachnee sits with her chin on her hand, a faint smile on her lips, her six eyes staring at me. "You want Draco in here on a permanent basis. Isn't Tio… stick enough for you that you want Draco's too?"
With a yelp and a blush, Tio covers her face, mewling.
"No, it isn't." I decide to push through. "I want more girls here, and Draco is the perfect candidate."
Everyone looks at Miia.
"Miia is fine with this," I say.
"Are you really, Miia?" Cerea takes her hand in both of hers, her features concerned.
"Yeah." Miia smiles at her, squeezing her hand. "I am."
After staring at her for a few seconds, Cerea puts her forehead against Miia's and closes her eyes. "Don't force yourself."
"I'm not, Cerea." Miia places a hand on Cerea's shoulder, rubbing her nose against Cerea's. "Darling is very persuasive."
"Okay." Cerea nods and kisses Miia on the lips. "It's just that…"
She notices the surprise on everyone's faces, including Miia. Even the imperturbable Rachnee is bamboozled.
Cerea blushes and tries to let go of Miia's hand so that she can hide her face. Instead, laughing, Miia raises her hand from Cerea's shoulder to her cheek and pecks her lips.
Their kiss lasts over ten seconds, their hands inching to each other's breasts and struggling to control themselves.
"So," I fidget in my seat watching them, "everyone in agreement?"
I hear feeble voice declaring their assent, their eyes focused on the lesbian pairing they've just witnessed.
"Good." I jump out of my seat. "Miia, Cerea, in my room, now!"
I walk out of the room, Miia and Cerea following me, giggling, hand in hand, their free hands slapping and groping my butt.
"Don't be at it all night long, you three!" Smith calls. "There're people who want to sleep, you know."
In the morning, I have trouble waking up and staying up from sleeping so little. The time spent with Miia and Cerea was worth it. The positions were very creative and even more pleasing.
Me taking Cerea from behind, Miia wrapping herself behind me, groping my balls, biting my neck, entering my ass.
Me kneeling on my bed to please Cerea with my tongue while Miia lays herself down on the bed, her face between my legs, my cock in her mouth, her hands on my hips, her tail wrapped around my back to hold me steady.
Me sitting on the floor against the foot of the bed, Miia in the Cowgirl position with a devilish grin on her lips, her tail holding the massive bulk of Cerea in place as my Knight stands with her hind legs bowed over my face, her tail falling on my shoulder, my tongue between the lips of her pussy.
I yawn with an erection, running one hand through my bedraggled hair as I dress up. The house is silent. Tio and Zombina are the only ones awake even though it's past ten AM. Zombina is excited, wearing a jacket over a tank-top with camouflage pants and boots, dog tags glinting in the sunlight.
"Let's go, babe!" She takes my hand and leads me out of the house. "I know EVERYTHING we are gonna do today."
There aren't many people in the cinema, at least five empty rows between us (in the back) and the two girls sitting in front of us, the only ones in their row.
The film is about zombies and there's lots of heavy metal music, screeches and screams and gunshots.
When we sit with our popcorns and drinks, there is mischief on my mind.
"Stay alert, Tio," Zombina whispers in her com. "This is the perfect place for a surprise attack."
"Roger that," Tio's voice crackles.
"Let's have fun, babe." Zombina is keeping her voice low but her grin is as intense as ever. "I have wanted to watch this film for a very long time."
"It's not a very recent film."
"With a boyfriend, dummy." She guffaws as she slaps my shoulder, plopping down in her seat, focusing with rapt attention on the screen.
I sit down beside her, placing the bucket of popcorn on the seat to my right.
"These seats are not very comfortable, babe." Zombina fidgets, her grin faltering. "No bar to rest my feet on."
"Let's see what we can do about that." I bow to pick right foot off the ground, pulling off the boot with one swift, deft motion, freeing her pale foot, dropping the boot to rub it between my fingers and thumbs, savoring the touch of her toes, her heel, her sole, the ball and roof of her lovely foot. "Is that comfortable, sweetie?"
"Baka, what are you…" She trails off, ending her sentence with a weak slap on the back of my neck and slumping in her seat.
Placing her foot on armrest of one of the seats of the next row, I am quick to grab her left foot and place it in my lap, her left leg crossing over her right.
She makes no move to stop me or even acknowledge me except looking at me with half-closed eyes, one hand on her chest, the other near the waist of her pants, which are straining at the zip.
"Are you wearing panties?" I ask as I do the same with her left foot as her right, resting it on an armrest after planting a kiss on its roof.
"Baka." Zombina turns her face away with a savage blush, her lips pinched.
I shrug, reach out, unzip her pants. Her cock comes out like a cobra raising itself off the ground before she yelps, the sound perfectly in sync with a loud scream from the film.
"What are you doing!" She slaps at my chest with both palms as I lower my lips on her cock, which is pale in a few places, brown in others. Like other parts of her body, it is a patchwork and I think, as I swallow it, my hand wrapped tight around it, if it can be lengthened.
Whatever word or term of affection or curse Zombina had in her mouth, it does not come out. What comes out instead is a muffled sigh, a suppressed moan as my tongue plays with the hole of her cock, treating it like a pussy.
When I remove my mouth to catch a breath, I stroke her with my hand, looking in her eyes and failing because she is slumped over the armrest, facing the back of the chair on her left, her left foot where her right was, her right foot on my shoulder, her instep rubbing against the side of my face.
One of her hands finds it way to my nose which she pinches between her fingers. "Don't stop, babe. Please." Her voice is a hoarse whisper, trembling as her cock is in my grip, along with her thighs, her toes curled in anticipation.
"How often do you masturbate?" I ask as my lips close around Zombina's dick again.
She covers her face with one arm. "I don't know. I won't ever masturbate after this."
"Good choice," I say between sucking. "You have me."
After she climaxes, I wipe her semen from my hands with my tongue, not letting her use a tissue to help me. She has more semen than I thought. Her orgasm is the longest I have ever seen, at least twice as long as normal, meaning it is twice as pleasurable. This is going to be fun.
The film is almost two hours long and I stop blowing her after ninety or so minutes because my jaws are hurting and I cannot speak.
Our popcorn and drinks are as untouched as my cock, which rages in my pants but I ignore it, busy with pleasing Zombina, knowing my time will come later.
"Let's watch the film." I kiss the head of her cock, which is shriveled, refusing to rouse even after vigorous strokes from me. "Let my baby rest."
"Man, that was awesome!" Zombina laughs with her elbow on my shoulder. "I'm telling you, babe, I love zombie flicks."
"So do I, Zombina." I put my arm around her waist as we walk out of the movie theater. "Did you see how Kenneth shot half the face of Andy off?"
"I did." She snuggles into me as we walk on the street, on one hand on my hand on her side, the other on my ribs. "Did you see Steve and the blonde girl shagging? How he slapped his butt and she moaned?"
We are talking about the film as if we watched it, both of us aware of the bulges between our legs. The half-hour rest was more than invigorating.
"Let's get something to eat." She bites my earlobe. "I'm so hungry and you know what zombies love eating."
Her 'eating' makes me draw a deep breath unless I sully my points with my held-back cum.
"I'm hungry too"
"There's a restaurant right there!" Zombina points, her pointy teeth pronounced in her grin. "I hear they have private rooms for couples. Let's take one."
"Sure." I put my arm around her, almost carrying her.
Sitting in the room, we wait for our order.
"Hey, Zombina?"
"Hm?"
"You should take your shoes off. Aren't your feet hot?"
"Ho…" She gives me a devilish smile. "I had heard from Smith that you have a foot fetish, babe. Today, I saw that. Can't say I complain. Want to see my feet in bright light?"
"Maybe." I smile.
"What do you want to do?" She moves closer to me, our thighs touching. "You want to rub my feet? Warm the toes?" She leans in and whispers, "with your tongue?"
"Oh yeah."
"I knew you didn't… What!" She blushes. "Ho-ho-ho-how can you say something so embarrassing? Hentai!"
She punches me with closed fists, her punches like a child's.
Laughing, I try to defend my head. After some fighting, I put my arms around her. Her blushing face is an inch or two away from mine.
"You're really saying that after ALL that has happened," I whisper, nuzzling into her neck
"Baka," she mutters looking away, a blush on her face.
I kiss her right cheek and then her left.
The door opens and the waiter enters.
Zombina is sitting two feet away from me, laughing as I talk about the shooting scene of Burt Reynolds.
The waiter places the food down on the table and smiles on his way out. The door closes and we sit together, our thighs rubbing. As we eat, she puts her right hand between her legs.
"Eep!" I almost jump.
With the momentous effort of keeping my climax in check, my cock is tender, very sensitive.
Trying to look focused on her food, she takes my penis out of my pants and starts stroking it.
I try to put food in my mouth and fail, moaning as I fall into her, my cock hard as a brick and soft as chewed bubblegum in her hand.
She continues eating, ignoring the twitching between her own thighs.
"I'm close!" I moan in her ear.
"Stand up." Her voice is as calm as her eyes, as her chewing.
Without thinking, I stand up, surrendering to her touch and my orgasm, releasing ropes of semen into the cup of ice cream she holds in front of my cock.
As expected, the load I release is MASSIVE. I feel my balls go empty, my pleasure blinding and deafening me to my surroundings, tingling me from top to toe.
When I am done, collapsing into my seat, she holds the cup below my softening penis to catch any drops. When there is no chance of dripping, she licks my penis clean, trailing kisses along my length.
When she raises herself, her face is as red as her hair, tucking my penis inside my pants and zipping them without looking into my eyes.
"Are you gonna eat that?" I ask, pointing at the ice cream with my head.
"Eat what?" Her voice is almost a scream.
"The…" I use a spoon to point this time
"Oh." She laughs, the heat from her face reaching me. "I'm thinking of giving it to Smith."
"Seriously?" I laugh and then Zombina laughs and then she chokes on her food. After punching her chest twice, she swallows the food and manages to let out a proper laughter.
"Seriously, babe." She punches my shoulder as she continues to laugh. "You think I'm a sharer of treasures?" Wrapping one arm around my neck, she kisses my cheek twice and my chin. "The ice cream is mine."
She reaches for the ice cream and stops when I pull her in for a kiss, wrapping both of my arms around her shoulders, my tongue invading her mouth, her hands on my chest, my knee between her legs.
When I break the kiss, she licks her lips, smacks them, her eyes staring into mine. We laugh against each other's lips before returning to our non-intimate sitting positions.
I watch her put the first spoonful of chocolate ice cream, a large part of it white, into her mouth and turn her face away in embarrassment.
"Hentai," she mutters. "Baka. Baka Hentai!"
When she turns her head towards me, I'm looking at her.
"We both deserve being called that."
She is flustered and her pupils dance in her eyes. She is thinking about something to say, something that'll hide her embarrassment, and her desire for me, forgetting that the ice cream is still in her mouth, sliding on her tongue.
As we walk back, Zombina tries to say something twice but checks herself.
"You want to hold hands?" I look down at her hand that is hanging between us.
"Wha-what makes you think that?" she screeches with a blush.
I take her hand without answering.
"I didn't say I want to hold your hand," she mumbles with a blush and something of a smile, her red hair glowing in the light of the setting sun.
"But I want to hold your hand, Zombina. I was just too shy to ask."
Smoke rises from her head. "Baka."
I knock at the door. I hear patter of bare feet behind the door.
The door opens a few moments later. Taking my hand, Smith yanks me in, Zombina with me because I'm holding her hand.
"Something wrong, Smith?" I ask as Smith closes the door.
"Nothing, baby." Smith hugs me. When I put my arms around her, I notice that she is in her pajamas. I'm not complaining, rubbing my thigh against hers.
"Then what's the rush?" I run my hands up and down her back.
"I just didn't want any other man seeing me in these clothes." She retracts her head to stare in my eyes. "Only my Darling can see like this."
"Oh, you." I kiss her forehead. "How's everyone?"
"They're fine." Smith leads me to the living room, her hand around my waist. "Waiting to hear of dinner."
I squeeze Zombina's hand, who squeezes back with a smile, as we enter the living room.
"Tio," I say. "So you came back ahead of us."
"Yes," Zombina says laughing. "She came back when we went to the restaurant."
"Oh."
"Uh-huh!" Tio smiles at me. "I was escorting someone."
"Who?" I cock my head in curiosity.
"Look who's here, Darling." Smith giggles.
Draco enters the living room from the kitchen, wearing my apron. Only my apron.
Seeing me, she pauses and blushes from her shoulders to her head. This time, we all see her penis twitch under the apron.
Noticing the attention, she shrieks and turns to the kitchen for escape.
Before she can run away, I grab her arm and pull her into a hug.
She stands with her hands on my sides, head on my shoulder, heat from her face like a fresh baked toast.
I slide my hands down to her butt. Her dick hardens against my stomach.
"How've you been, Draco?" I raise one hand to the back of her head, running it through her green hair.
"I'm better now," she says in a teary voice, hugging me, putting her face in my neck.
"Aw!" All the girls say in unison.
"Have you eaten?" I retract my head to look in her eyes.
"Uh, no." She hides her face in my chest, her tail moving left and right at a frantic pace. "I wanted to… eat your…"
"Check the balls on this girl," Rachnee says. "She's making innuendoes right after seeing you, Honey."
"She was going to say 'food', Rachnee." I wave my hand at Rachnee.
"If you say so, Honey," Rachnee replies with a self-satisfied grin.
"Let's have dinner, ladies." I clap my hands together, my arms still around Draco. "I ordered Pizza, for everyone."
"Yay!" The girls are definitely happy at this.
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