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Chapter 8 by Shibbar Shibbar

What's next?

Rub... Pussies... (Fem)

You feel different. What remaining humanity not taken away by the mist begins to change inside you. Your thoughts are even slower and primal. Your speech begins to slur, and your words are drawn out.

"Muuuuust... feeel gooood..." you slur, and you push her to the ground with strength you didn't know you had. She just grins.

"Oooone... of... ussssss..."

You lift her leg up, and start to rub your cunt against hers (Is it just you, or has it gotten wetter?), your bodies glistening and slick with your fluids. She doesn't try to stop you, instead she just grinds against you. She can't wait even a second. You rub your pussy against her pubic bone, setting the rhythm for both of you to follow. She lets off a loud, girlish moan, almost human, but with gurgling tones, and you can't help but to join her in that melodically lustfull singing.

"Yessss!" she moans, "Fuuuuck! Make me cum! Cum! Cum NOW!"

You rub against her faster and harder, almost so that it starts to burn, but it feels 'oh-so-good' to release and you both do so in unison, you holding her leg tightly as you arch back, your girly spunk spraying on her, and hers on you. And then you collapse, and you lie there, on top of her, both of you panting heavily. She weakly attmpts to bring your head closer for a kiss, but she barely even manages to lift her arms.

You fuck animalistically several more times over the next weeks, but eventually you tire of her, and you lumber aimlessly looking for another mate. You fuck and infect several survives before accidentaly shuffling off a bridge.

You got infected and died. Game Over.

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