Warm man flesh

The moon is large tonight, and its dim light allows you to watch the live one climbing down towards you.

As soon as he lands on the ground, you interrupt your masturbation; There's no need to do the job yourself anymore if a living companion is available.

As you pounce on him, he yelps and tries to push you back.

"Sorry," he says, relaxing and holding his arms to the side. "Reflex."

You push forward again and wrap your arm around his thick torso, feeling the hardness of his muscle beneath your fingers. Your mouth goes to his neck, and for a moment you just take it in. The powerful scent of a living man fills your nostrils and your lips on his skin allow you to taste his salty sweat. Neurons begin firing wildly all across your decaying brains and for a moment, it's as if you are alive again.

You begin kissing him wildly, sucking on his neck and licking every inch of exposed skin. Your hand clumsily tries to unbutton his shirt, but he swiftly takes over and rip open his shirt for you. Your hand goes up over his belly, rubbing against the salt-and-pepper chest hairs.

You're still in the process of exploring his body when he grabs you by the chin and then kisses you. Your whole body tenses when he pushes his tongue past your lips.

You are an old rusty furnace, and he is feeding you burning coals, lighting up your systems and bringing you back to life, if only for as long as he shares his heat with you.

He pushes you down on an old cardboard box, and hastily undoes his belt. Instinctively, you spread your legs as wide as you can. Your vulva is completely drenched, so much so that you can clearly smell it despite the intoxicating cloud of living man musk. You have no doubt that the man kneeling in front of you can smell you too.

You cry out in bliss when he enters you. It has been a long time since you've had a real live dick inside you. He snuffs any further noises out of your mouth by putting his lips against it, and your eyes roll back from the intimate contact.

He fucks you vigorously, as if he was afraid he would die before he managed to climax; Considering the virus, he very well might. Luckily for him, his rough pounding lasts only a minute, and he pushes himself as deep as he can while letting out a deep feral grunt.

As soon as you feel his warm seed entering you, your legs wrap around his waist to keep him in place. Right now, there is nothing in the world that you want more than to have his entire load inside your womb, so you want to make sure that he stays exactly where he is.

He looks at you with a pleased but exhausted look. Your nose tells you that he's a little less lively with each passing minutes, and his burning heat is already subsiding into a pleasant warmth. If there was better lighting, you would probably see his skin losing color.

"I don't think I've got much time left," he whispers.

You bring your hand against his cheek, gently caressing it. He leans against it, as if he enjoyed the feel of your touch.

"That was a pretty good last fuck." There's a hint of a smile across his lips.

He lowers his head against your shoulder, griping you into a hug. You hug him back, giving him little kisses on the neck and ears.

He's asleep now. When he'll wake up, he will be a cold, mindless, horny ghoul. Like you.