Yup! Time to guzzle some cum, Miki!

Miki slowly begins to move her body, running it along your leg and up your torso.

"I'm glad your home, Master," she says timid but happy.

"So am I, my little ****," you reply.

You slowly stroke her long black hair and kiss the top of her head. She moans at the affection, wrapping her legs around your thigh. You can feel the **** heat radiating from her crotch and you can tell the wetness has nearly soaked through her tight panties beneath her skirt. You slowly move your hand from her head down to her shoulder and begin caressing. She trembles in anticipation of what you'll do next. You slide your hand down to her back and gently squeeze her tight ass cheek.

Miki moans, "Master I need to cum so badly..."

You squeeze her tighter and she goes silent. You feel her entire body shudder as she tries to stop herself from whimpering. You smile and squeeze her again.

"Please Master, please let me..." she whimpers.

You smack her hard on her rump and she both yelps and quivers.

"Sorry, Master," she says. "W- would you like me to suck your cock for you? I'll swallow your cum like I'm supposed to, I promise."

You nod and she gets on her knees on the bed. She slowly pulls your pants and boxers down to your ankles, revealing your throbbing member. She looks up at you with eagerness and gratitude.

"You're welcome, Miki," you say.

She opens her mouth and slowly engulfs the head of your cock. She begins to move her head up and down, hitting the back of her throat at times. You put your hand into her hair and grab a fistful, holding your head in place with your cock deep in her throat. You can feel your entire body tensing up as she struggles not to fight it. When you finally release her, she immediately pulls back and coughs. A long, thick string of saliva stretches from her mouth to the tip of your cock. She gasps for air and turns away from you, coughing. You give her just a moment to recover before gently nudging her head back down onto your cock. You gently prod her throat a few more times, before feeling the tip of your head slide down in. She begins to gag a little, but this time takes it all in on her own. She starts to move her head up and down slowly as she begins to suck. You lean your head back and let out a long moan of pleasure. Hearing you, she begins to suck with more enthusiasm, stroking your length with her hands. The warmth and wetness of her mouth brings you close to climax.

The sound and feel of her **** moans even as your cock is deep in her thtoat pushes you over the edge. You let out a long groan of ecstasy, feeling pulse after pulse of pleasure as your seed bursts forth and floods down her throat. She's obviously disgusted by it but at least doesn't have to struggle to swallow with it already so far down her throat. She coughs a few times but doesn't pull back until you're completely spent. Then she gasps and breaths deeply as your softening manhood slides from her mouth. You gently pat her on the head.

"Good girl," you say.

She gives you a week smile and a nod, before shivering involuntarily.

"You're still not going to get to cum," you say.

She nods, her lower lip quivering. You pat her on the head again.

"Good girl," you repeat.

Then you lean your head back on your pillow and close your eyes. You fall asleep in seconds.

The next day, Betty drives you back to the apartment.

"How's the arm feeling?" she asks as she drives.

You are surprised how the arm is not aching at all.

"Much better," you say. "I think I'll be fine."

"Good," she says.

"Think the horde will wait for it to finish healing?" you ask jokingly.

Betty laughs, "I don't think they care."

"No, I guess not," you say.

You arrive at the apartment, and get out of the Humvee. But before you get very far, Betty's radio buzzes.

"Lieutenant Betty, I need you and Drako to forward command immediately," Captain Pacco says.

"On our way, sir," she responds and the two of you hop back into the Humvee.

"God! What now?" Betty says, stomping the gas.

You arrive at the forward command center. It's just a repurposed concrete warehouse. Soldiers walk back and forth, carrying desks and equipment.

"What's wrong, Captain Pacco?" Betty asks.

"It's been confirmed, the zombies are less than a day out. But about a thousand civilians have just shown up, calling themselves the Army of Nao," Captain Pacco says.

"What the hell do they want? No way they can fight us," you say.

"Their forward ranks are full of children. Win or loose, it'll be a terrible loss," Captain Pacco says.

"What do you want us to do?" Betty asks.

"We need them to surrender and quickly. We could realy use a thousand extra guns," Captain Pacco says.

"And how are we going to do that? Those fanatics out there are almost as braindead as the horde," Betty says.

"Drako, I know what you used to do for a living. I need you to kill Father Nao," Captain Pacco says.

"What?" you say, shocked.

"That's the only way they'll listen," Captain Pacco says.

You sigh.

"He's right, it is the only way," you admit.

"But Drako, your arm," Betty says.

"I'm well enough," you say.

"Drako, tell me. What is it you used to do for a living?" Betty asks.