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Chapter 7 by Shibbar Shibbar

What do you do?

Give in, unzip your pants, and show her your cock

Well there's no way out of this, you might as well do something fun before you die. You unzip your trousers and show off your throbbing manhood, shaking it around side to side and in circles. She just stands there, looking straight at it. Is she confused? Is she enjoying it? You're not sure, but as you start to think of why she possibly isn't moving, she falls to her knees with a pleading look on her face as she starts to finger her snatch.

"Cock... need cock..." she mumbles, a droplet of drool escaping her lips as her fingers dig to the knuckle in her snatch. You don't know if it's the mist talking, but you don't have any holdbacks about denying her request. You walk up to her and grab her head by the hair, forcing your cock down her throat. She obliges, sucking and swirling her tongue around, her hands holding your buttocks tight. You thrust into her warm hole, deeper and deeper. If she were a normal human she'd be gagging, but it's as if she had no gag reflex what so ever.

While you're thinking however, she stops, sliding her tongue on the underside as she spat the cock out of her mouth. She pushes you over forcefully, your back hitting the floor hard. You panic, trying to scramblle backwards, but she's already upon you, looking down at your body, her yellowed eyes meeting yours, an evil, toothy grin spread on her face. She lowers her groin on your face, burying you in her hairy snatch.

"Lick..." she growls playfully. Well you can't say this isn't enjoyable, so you might as well roll with it. You start to lick as you're told, scooping and writhing your tongue between her lips. She shivers uncontrolably in pleasure, no doubt getting goosbumps, if they still get goosebumps that is. She tightens her grip on your head, pressing it tightly, so much so you can't breathe! You struggle weakly. You don't REALLY want to stop eating her out, it tastes just so good. It fills your belly with a nice warm feeling. But you're running out of air as well, the uncomfortable suffocating feeling spreading from your lungs to the rest of your body. You can't stop, no, you won't stop! And it's over soon.

But you're not dead. You've turned into one of them, and it feels like nothing you've ever felt before, the ecxtasy mixed with the gnawing feeling to get more pleasure is just so very overwhelming to you. Your skin turns soot gray, and your nails turn to claws. And you're still eating her out, doing as she says.

She pulls away her pussy much to your dissmay, and brings her lips to your ear. "Good... you're mine... now..." She's right. You are hers. You want to pleasure her... no, not want, you NEED to pleasure her, as if its a feeling that has been with you since the day you were born. You were born to be her thral, to follow her and serve her. And that's what you will do. You moan and whine like a puppy wanting his dinner, and she obliges you, putting her muff back on your awaiting lips.

You get her to orgasm several times over the coming hours, and dozens of hundreds of more times over the coming days, weeks, months, and years. When you're not pleasuring her, you're helping her got more infected into her pack.

And you've never been happier and more satisfied.

You are infected. Game Over.

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