Zombie CYOA

>you sat on your couch, staring blankly at your tv screen
>it was a friday night, and you were home alone, watching horror movies again
>being a huge horror addict, you'd already seen this movie a few times before
>it wasn't very good
>you looked at the window, noticing it was already dark
>you could hear the sound of heavy rain outside
>there was no light in your room except from the television
>you kind of liked this creepy atmosphere
>just as you began to enjoy it and get comfy, you hear a noise from downstairs
>someone is pounding on your door
>you cautiously head down the stairs, grabbing your pump shotgun as you go
>never can be too safe, it's an odd time of night after all
>the pounding doesn't stop the entire time you descend down the stairs
>you realize all the lights in your house are off
>your eyes aren't used to the darkness after staring at the tv screen for so long
>you bump into a few things
>the pounding is getting louder
>you try to peer out your front window to see who's at the door, but it's too dark
>pounding has not ceased
>you gulp, realizing you may eventually have to open the door

>"Who is it?!" you shout from behind the closed door
>the pounding pauses for a moment, only to start up again soon after
>fuck
>you wrench the door open with one hand and quickly shoulder your shotgun, ready to blast whoever's on the other side
>instead of some crazed murderer in your doorway, you make out the silhouette of a figure that is undeniably female
>you can't make out her face in the darkness, but you can see that she's dripping wet from being in the rain
>she's also standing kind of weird
>she might be hurt and looking for help
>you lower your shotgun in a flash of guilt
>"shit! hold on…" your hand fumbles with the porch light switch next to the door
>you flick it on
>you look back to the girl on your doorstep
>you gasp
>she's covered in blood, and her clothing is torn in certain places
>she's wearing a crop top and daisy dukes
>she would probably look pretty hot if she didn't look like a horror movie victim
>who are you kidding, she still looks pretty hot
>but that doesn't matter now, she looks like she's in danger
>"miss…? Are you alright…?"
>the girl stares at you blankly but doesn't say anything or move
>you see that she is indeed still dripping wet from the rain
>you assume she must be freezing
>"Listen…come in here out of the rain…I'll call someone for you if you need help, alright?"
>she doesn't move


>"Hello? Are you listening?"
>the continues to not move
>as you stare at her, you notice a lot blood smeared around her mouth
>you're starting to get a little creeped out
>"Alright…listen. How about you wait out here then and I'll go call someone…?"
>You make to close the door and make your clean getaway before dialing 911
>as you begin to shut the door, one of the girl's arms snaps up and holds on to the edge of the door
>surprisingly, you aren't able to close the door any further
>she's holding it open
>she shuffles forward slightly, taking a few steps into your house
>you continue to frantically try to force the door closed, to no avail
>she's much stronger than you
>as she steps through the doorway, her foot drags over the door jam and she loses her balance
>she comes crashing into you, knocking you over in the process
>you are keenly aware of her breasts pressing into your chest
>at the same time, you instantly feel your clothes become wet as well
>you reach your hands up to push her off you, and you realize how cold she is
>that same guilt comes washing over you again
>she must be really frightened
>you squirm out from underneath her
>you could almost swear you heard her sigh as you did so
>you close the front door and begin turning on lights
>"You must be cold right? I'll go get you a towel."
>you begin walking towards your bathroom, you can hear her following you slowly
>you bring out a huge clean towel and hand it to
>she looks at the towel blankly for a moment, cocking her head slightly
>you huff and take the towel back and instead motion for her to come forward
>she shuffles slowly closer to her and you begin toweling her off, starting with her damp blonde hair
>she says nothing during all this, but she presses herself closer to you as you do it
>you find it difficult trying to keep your erection in check
>after you are done toweling her off, you whip out your cellphone
>"Alright I'll call 911, then I'll get you something dry to wear, alright?"
>Suddenly, you feel her hand on yours
>she prys open your hand and takes you phone in hers
>"What, you wanna make the call?"
>*crunch*
>just by clenching her fist, she breaks your phone into several plastic pieces

>"Wha-What the fuck?!"
>you're a little bit angry
>it wasn't a nice phone, but it wasn't cheap either
>you're also a little bit scared now
>you begin backing out of the bathroom
>you have another phone upstairs
>though you're not sure what you're gonna say when you get there, or who you'll be calling for
>as you back out, the girl takes a hurt look in her eyes
>she shuffles closer to you and grips the front of your t-shirt
>you tense up, remember how much strength she had when you tried to close the door on her
>instead, she just pulls her body close to yours, and buries her head into your shirt
>her body begins quaking with what you believe to be sobs, although no sound comes out, and you can't tell if any tears are staining your shirt
>you aren't completely sure if she's crying or not
>you feel guilty regardless
>she wraps her arms around your back and awkwardly hugs you while she sobs and nuzzles into your chest
>you feel very uncomfortable
>not only is the situation awkward, you have an inappropriate boner because this is the most female contact you've gotten in awhile
>you feel a deep pit of shame rise in your gut
>"h-hey, listen." you say to break the ice after a few minutes
>"Why don't we get you cleaned up, changed, and then talk, okay? No need to be scared or anything…"
>she doesn't say anything, or unbury her face from your chest
>"Um…if you promise not to break anything else, I'll get you something to eat…?"
>At that, she looks up quickly from your chest, a hint of wonder in her eyes
>you guess she must be hungry
>she tightens her arms around you a little
>presses her body even closer to her
>too bad she's a little cold, or you'd be in heaven right now
>Suddenly, you hear more knocking at your door
>the girl tilts her head at the noise, and then suddenly look back at you
>even though her expression barely changes, you can almost tell there's panic in her eyes
>you don't understand why though
>"I'll be right back, lemme just see who that is."
>You walk back to the front door and peek out the window again
>you see two figures dressed in clean suits standing on your now-lit front porch
>you decide to open the door
>two figures greet you, a man and a woman
>both young and attractive looking, with black umbrellas held over them to keep their immaculate black suits dry
>"Good evening, sir" the man says as you open the door
>"I hate to bother you, but would you have happened to see a young blonde woman around here? She's a friend of mine and I think she might have gotten hurt."

>for some reason, a small voice in the back of your head tells you to lie
>"No, I haven't seen anyone all night actually," you say
>"Really? Then why is your porch light on at such a time of night?"
>you are taken aback for a moment, who the hell does this guy think he is?
>"Listen buddy, it's none of your business. Now it's very late at night, so please leave."
>The man and the woman exchange glances, silently debating something
>"Very well sir, if you see or hear anything, please notify the proper-"
>just then, a crash from somewhere deeper inside your house can be heard
>"What was that?" The suited man asks
>"Hell if I know, maybe the cat knocked over something."
>The man sports a sly grin
>"Would you might if we took a look inside?"
>you try not to explode at his audacity
>"Actually I would mind very much. I will only ask nicely one more time: please leave."
>the man grins condescendingly
>"Very well. But a word of advice before we go:"
>the man leans in slightly closer and whispers
>"Strange things exist in this world. Strange and evil things. Not worth risking your life over."
>He leans back and smiles
>"Here our card, call us if you need anyth-"
>you slam the door in his face
>luckily, not arms come up to stop you like with the girl last time
>you stand there a few seconds before deciding to lock all the locks on the door and shut of the porch light
>you peer out the window and breathe a sigh of relief as you confirm the two people in suits are gone
>you walk back into your house, looking for the girl once more
>she's no longer in the bathroom where you left her
>startled, you begin searching the house for her
>"Hello? Where did you go?"
>as you arrive in the kitchen, you notice the glass shards of a broken glass on the kitchen floor
>you can see the door to the bottom kitchen cupboard is slightly ajar
>kneeling down, you open it to find the girl crammed into the cupboard, looking frail and stricken
>her eyes lock onto yours in a flash of fear, but calm down once she recognizes you
>"What are you doing in here?"
>She still says nothing but begins crawling out of the cupboard
>she is clumsy and slowgoing, so you decide to help her a bit
>you and pull and yank and end up dislodging her from the tight quarters, though the result is you both end up collapsed on a pile on the kitchen floor
>once she realizes she is yet again on top of you, she begins that chest nuzzling and silent sobbing thing again
>you feel bad yet again
>you gently and awkwardly pat the top of her damp head
>"Hey now…no need to be afraid. I dunno who those guys were, but they're gone now…"
>suddenly, inspiration sparks in you
>"Hey, since we're in the kitchen, how about I get you something to eat?"
>once again, she looks up at you from your chest with eyes of wonder
>she presses her body into yours again, and this time you cannot contain your erection as it springs to life
>she notices it of course
>once of her hands snakes down your waist until it rests above the bulge in your jeans
>She gives it a gentle squeeze
>woah, is all you can think

>"Woah there"
>after a brief moment of shock, you come to your senses
>you push the girl off you, gently, so as not to startle her
>she doesn't resist, though you can hear the hint of a disappointed noise coming from her
>whatever she wanted, she's obviously not in the right state of mind
>it wouldn't be right for you to indulge her now
>you get up and decide to look for food in your kitchen with which to make her something to eat
>you find some leftover pizza in the fridge and some milk
>you hope she's not lactose intolerant
>you put the pizza in the microwave, all while the girl watches you intently
>you can't really tell if she's interested or not, because her expression hardly changes
>when the pizza's done warming up, you pour a glass of milk and set the glass and pizza on the table
>you motion for the girl to sit down
>she looks at you, looks back at the table, and does nothing
>sighing, you pull out a chair and urge her forward
>she hesitantly stumbles forward towards the chair
>you guide and help her sit down as best you can
>once seated, she stares blankly at the plate of food you have set i front of her
>her face takes on a glassy look as she just stares at the plate of food in front of her
>after a while she looks up from the food at back at you, giving you a strange look
>you guess that means she isn't hungry after all
>maybe she doesn't like pizza, you should have asked before hand
>you help her out of the chair, and notice she's still covered in blood
>you take her hand and lead her with to to the bathroom
>once there you turn of the light and prompt her to sit on the toilet lid as you begin wiping off the dried blood with a wash cloth
>she should really take a shower but right now you aren't certain you trust her not to slip and hurt herself
>as you wipe off the blood, you reveal a rather cute face
>you blush as you chastise yourself for your unbecoming behavior
>at the same time, you notice her skin has a pale, sickly grey tone to it
>and she's still very cold
>but there's no goosebumps on her skin
>and she's not shivering
>as you are wiping the blood off her arm, you notice a gash in her bicep
>it's not bleeding for some reason, but it looks reasonably deep


>frowning, a deep suspicion creeps over you
>you decide to check for a pulse
>you put your fingers on her wrists
>nothing
>then again, you didn't pay much attention in health class so maybe you're missing it
>you decide to move to the next spot, her neck
>her expression doesn't change as you place your fingers on one side of her slender neck
>still, you feel nothing
>panicking you decide to do the last thing you can think of
>you press your ear into her right breast, right where her heart is
>you don't care how strange or inappropriate the action is
>nothing
>you can't hear her heart beating
>or rather, you conclude that her heart is not beating
>you feel her arms come up from her sides to wrap around your head and torso, holding you closer to her chest
>your own heart starts beating rapidly
>she doesn't have a pulse
>how the hell is she alive?
>…
>is she alive?
>you wrench yourself out of her grasp and she offers no resistance
>she looks at you with a sad hint in her eyes, but otherwise her expression remains as stone cold as before
>briefly, the thought of your pump shotgun flashes into your mind
>your fear gets the better of you and you decide to run
>you sprint out of the bathroom and run up the stairs
>at the top, you can see the dead creepy girl slowly following you
>you stand still and watch for some reason
>as she approaches the stairs, she hesitantly tries to climb them, but loses her balance and falls down
>you squash the feelings of guilt that rise in your mind and run to your room
>the tv is still going, playing some shitty horror flick
>you close your bedroom door

>you decide to barricade your room in
>you pushing your dresser, your couch, and even your bed up against the door
>you briefly consider calling the police, but realize they wouldn't believe you
>in your haste to make it up the stairs, you forgot to recollect your shotgun
>as you are running through possible scenarios and panicking, you hear the creak of the steps and the awkward shuffling of the dead girl as she makes it up your stairs
>your fear rises and you begin shouting
>"Stay away! Don't come any closer!"
>you hear her stop outside your door
>you brace yourself
>you hear pounding and splintering as she begins to rail on the door
>you back away from the door and scan around the room for a weapon
>one final CRACK indicates she has made a hole through the door
>the pile barricading the door still holds
>there's just a hole in the door now
>you faintly see her eyes peeping through the hole
>you brace yourself for her to begin clawing at you ravenously
>instead, you hear a strange, whiny noise
>it's a pathetic sort of grunt, not quite a sob, not quite a growl
>it sounds like the noise a dog might make if you left him outside
>"please…no…no scared…." you hear a gravelly voice through the hole in the door
>you are briefly stunned that she can talk, since she was so silent before
>she continues talking, her voice wavering slightly
>"not leave alone…please…no scared…no hurt…please"
>you can imagine her doing that weird silent sob thing as she speaks
>you think about what to say back to her


>you feel guilty for like the 5th time tonight
>"Hang on…I'll remove the barricade" you shout so she can hear
>you move all the furniture out of the way of the door
>the entire time you are moving the stuff, she is silent once more
>she waits patiently on the other side of the door for you to be ready
>once all the furniture is move, you gently unlock the door and open it
>she is standing there, a sheepish glint in her eyes
>"Sorry about that, " you apologize, "I guess I got carried away."
>"…no scared…?" she asks
>you sigh lightly and give what you hope is a reassured smile
>"No scared." you answer her.
>she make some sort of happy grunt and then stumbles into you, knocking both of you in the ground
>once on the ground, she begins nuzzling into you chest and making more of those happy grunts
>you let her go for a little while, feeling like you owe her for locking her out
>eventually you pick yourself up
>you direct her to sit down on the couch in your room
>since her skin is still a little cold, you wrap one of your blankets around her and sit down next to her, giving her a hug from the side
>your thought process is that your body heat will eventually warm her up
>she hums contentedly as you snuggle up to her
>'Listen, " you begin to say, "I have questions. For starters, what are you?"
>she is silent for awhile
>eventually she begins speaking, although slowly and with great effort
>"Am dead…dead but not…bad men chase…me no hurt…please believe…"
>her stony expression is marred by the panic in her eyes
>you calm her down and tell her you believe her
>"Alright, I guess that means you're a zombie. …wow" you lean back and sigh as you realize what you just said
>she says nothing, but continues to stare at you
>"What's your name, anyway?"
>She closes her eyes for a bit, thinking
>when she opens them again, her eyes seem to darken a bit
>"…no name…can't remember…"
>at that the strained conversation dies, and you try to watch the movie playing on the television as you think of what to say next
>she begins watching too
>the movie is some cheap zombie flick
>you think it's pretty shitty
>eventually it comes to a point where one of the main characters is tearing through hordes of zombies
>blood and gore is flying everything as he rains hails of bullets upon crowds of the living dead
>your impression of the movie improves as you admire the choreography
>you hear some moans and whines and look over
>the dead girl is shivering and quaking, supposedly from fear
>she pulls the blanket over her head and continues to shake
>"no hurt…please no hurt…"
>shame washes over you and you reach up and turn off the movie
>"Don't be scared, it's just a movie"
 you say as you hug the girl wrapped in the blanket
>eventually her shivering stops and she just lies against you
>you can't tell if she's sleeping or not, because her body doesn't rise and fall with her breaths, because she doesn't breathe
>eventually you feel sleep taking you over
>"You should have a name…" you think out loud as your eyes become heavy
>"How about…Cia? I like that name…."
>"…Cia…." you hear the girl repeat from under the blankets
>your eyes finally close and sleep takes you

>you wake up to a strange sensation
>you were having such a weird dream too
>you can't quite remember, but you think it was about some sort of zombie that broke into your house and some creepy men in black
>the weird sensation intensifies as the grogginess of sleep fades away
>feels like cold, wet suction on your groin
>panicked, you throw the blanket off yourself
>staring up at you from your crotch is the female zombie from last night, your cock trapped inside her mouth
>"What the fuck?!"
>you tried to push her off you
>with one hand she is able to push your shoulders down and pin you in place
>her cheeks become sunken as she increased the suction on your dick
>feels good, but strange
>her body is only lukewarm, so the wet sensation of her mouth and tongue are startling
>she vacuum sucks your entire length into her throat and pauses at the base
>she doesn't need to breathe, so she pauses there a few seconds
>the sensation is alien but undeniably pleasurable
>it only takes a few minutes before you are cumming into her throat
>she waits patiently with your cock in her throat before slowly pulling your dick out of her mouth
>as your dick leaves her mouth she keeps increasing the suction
>until finally she releases the head of your member with an audible *pop*
>"what..why..?" you manage to huff out
>"sorry…was hungry…" is the sheepish reply you get
>you stand up and recover your shame as best you can
>you notice the dead girl licking her lips
>her complexion seems to be slightly better
>you spy that wound on her shoulder once more
>even if it's not bleeding, it looks deep
>you feel like you should repair it somehow
>you aren't a doctor
>is there even any stitching supplies in your house?

>you decide to scour the house for supplies
>you eventually end up the attic, as the rest of the house proves fruitless
>in a dusty corner, you find gramma's dusty old chest
>she always told you to never open it until you were a big guy
>you once tried to sneak in when you a kid
>that didn't fly so well with her at all, she spanked you real good that day
>well she's dead now, you think, might as well see what the old hag was hiding
>you open the chest and immediately gag from the resulting smell of moth balls
>there seems to be a bunch of old papers stacked on top
>you pick up the first page and try to read it
>some shit in latin
>you turn the page over
>there's a sticky note pasted to the back of one of the sheets
>'Dear Grandson, I realize that expecting you to learn latin would be extremely painful…'
>'I went ahead and translated the book in my old notebook, look on the bottom. Hope you never need it. Love, Gramma'
>huh, that's weird.
>you dig through the old yellowed paper and pull out a modern looking notebook and plastic container
>the plastic container has various implements in it that you can't discern the immediate use of
>a rosary, a chalice, some candles, chalk
>there's also a few razor blades, scapels
>oh wait!
>there's a sewing kit
>sweet
>the other shit is weird though
>you decide to open the notebook
>first page reads "NECROMANCY FOR DUMMIES'
>there is a subheading that reads: "IF YOU'RE READING THIS IT PROBABLY MEANS YOU FUCKED UP."
>there is a small note from your Grandmother which basically says she summarized that mess of ancient latin into a condensed bullet point lists
>'step 0: if you see a living dead, shoot it right away. DO NOT let it into your house.'
>'step 1: if you somehow managed to fuck that up, DO NOT give it your semen. Might sound strange, but the undead are fueled by human 'essence''
>'step 2: if you fucked that up, well you're a real idiot. You've basically started the process of creating a Wight. If you're an experienced necromancer, this would be no problem. You are not an experience Necromancer.'
>'No, you stupid boy, you can't run now. The undead has your scent at this point. You're only option is to perform a contract ritual, and bind it yourself so you can control it.'
>'It doesn't have to be now, but do it before it's too late. A feral Wight is a sight you don't want to see, boy.'
>'Good luck.'

>you are startled, but you realize this is too much to process at once
>you take the notebook and the sewing kit, and head back to your room
>when you get back, the zombie girl is staring at one of you posters
>it's from one of those campy zombie movies that are so bad they're good
>the poster is of a bikini-clad female zombie, overly sexualized because you thought it was funny (and kinda hot) at the time
>the dead girl looks at the poster with curiosity, then looks down at herself
>"Hey, you, still need that arm fixed?" you ask as you knock gently on the door
>the girl turns to look at you slowly, before pulling a faint frown
>she stomps in mock anger
>"no….Cia….name is Cia…."
>you sigh, but relent
>"Okay, Cia, come here so I can try to sew your arm back up."
>you have her sit down on a stool as you stand above her
>you inspect the cut on her arm
>of course it's a little dirty from being open all this time
>you pour a little hydrogen peroxide in the wound to sterilize it, though you doubt she could even get an infection
>you hear Cia grunt a little as you do
>you forgot to warn her
>"Sorry, did that hurt?"
>she shakes her head slightly
>"..no…no hurt…tingle…"
>once you're convinced the wound is clean you get your needle and thread out
>you aren't too sure how to do this
>you imagine it's kinda like tying your shoes, just with flesh and you have to make your own holes
>why did you have to fall asleep in home ec class
>you eventually thread the wound closed, although it's a pretty sloppy job
>you make a mental note to take some sewing lessons
>Cia looks at her arm after you've finished, and her face lights up with the hint of a smile
>beaming, she hugs you tightly around the waist as she remains seated
>you briefly look over her form and don't spot any other wounds
>she begins her nuzzling thing again, although this time it's definitely concentrated in a certain area
>she begins rubbing her face into your crotch, making happy noises as she does so
>you nearly jump as you feel the cold spike of her tongue licking the outside of your jeans
>you decide that's enough and gently push her away
>you know she could force you if she wanted, but she releases you with a disappointed sigh
>"Hey, I'm gonna go downstairs and get something to eat for myself, okay?"
>you walk down to the kitchen
>you feel a little guilty since she probably couldn't follow you if she wanted
>well she could, but you imagine she'd probably trip down all the stairs and hurt herself
>as you make yourself some tasty hotpockets, you begin reading out of Gramma's notebook once more
>'LESSON 1: WIGHTS VS GHOULS'
>'I forgot to mention this earlier, but there are multiple types of advanced undead that basic zombies can evolve into'
>'The one you have to be most careful of are Wights, they are dangerous and cunning'
>'There is another, more common, type. They are known as Ghouls.'
>'What's the difference between and Wight and a Ghoul? Wights command considerable amounts of spiritual energy, that would be magic if you want to put it in terms of your silly vidya gaems.'
>'Ghouls are physically stronger than Wights, but have limited spiritual powers. They're also not as bright. Generally this makes them more benign.'
>'How do you tell the difference? My boy, you'll know Ghoul when you meet one. Since you're reading this, it means you've already given your semen to this undead creature (i'm very disappointed by the way)'
>'Ghouls, well, let's just say they have an oral fixation. The average Ghoul could probably suck a golf-ball through a garden hose, and enjoy it.'
>'They love oral so much, they hardly ever use their cunt. As such, it becomes their weakpoint.'
>'If your undead friend seems enjoy giving oral, it might be a potential Ghoul instead, in which case, the ritual is slightly different.'
>'DON'T USE THE WRONG RITUAL.'
>you finish eating your hotpockets

>you decide you need to test some things with Cia
>you walk back upstairs to you room
>you walk in and notice Cia is standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly
>"What are you doing?"
>She inclines her head and replies "…waiting…"
>you shake your head
>You remember you came up here to see if Cia knew anything about this ghoul or wight business
>"Cia…" You begin, "Do you happen to know anything about Wights or Ghouls?"
>she tilts her head and stares blankly
>you'll take that for a 'no'
>you decide to go another route
>"Cia, want to play a game?"
>she nods happily and steps closer to you
>you hold up both your hands, with some of the fingers closed into your palm
>"How many fingers am I holding up?"
>she stares at your hands intently for a long time
>eventually so much time passes that you're afraid she's gonna start drooling and go comatose
>"Okay forget it, new game…"
>you think for a moment
>"Cia, can you do any magic tricks?"
>she tilts her head for a bit, then smiles slightly
>she inhales deeply, expanding her lungs and chest cavity
>then she exhales all at once
>instinctively you cover your ears, worried she'll scream loudly
>"…pah…"
>you stare dumbstruck
>"What….was that?"
>she looks at you before answering
>"…magic…."
>you mentally mark cia down as "no magic"
>"okay, well, try to lift that couch."
>cia pauses, then slowly walks over to the couch
>she effortlessly lifts it over her head
>"..how long…?"
>you choke back gasps of incredulity and tell her she can put the couch down
>well then, you swallow nervously, the rest of the tests are all sexual
>"Stick our your tongue." you order
>she complies, sticking it straight out as far as it will go
>it's a lot longer than you thought
>for some reason your feel your heart beating faster
>why are you acting so weird
>you take your fingers and pinch her tongue lightly
>it's cold and coated in saliva, but for some reason it doesn't gross you out
>you watch Cia for any sort of reaction
>you hear her grunt softly
>"You okay…? Doesn't hurt does it?"
>"…noawh…"
>you tell her she can put her tongue back in her mouth to talk
>"…no hurt…feel good…more…."
>you feel yourself blush and your heart hammers in your chest
>for some reason you have to try this
>you place your hands on either side of her face, holding her still
>she sticks her tongue out once again
>jesus, it's really long
>unable to fight the compulsion, you move your face closer and put your lips on the tip of her tongue
>you suck her tongue into your mouth
>in an instant you've swallowed her entire tongue into your mouth
>your lips are not touching in what is the lewdest kiss you've ever had
>you can feel her tongue in the back of your throat, squirming and slithering around
>cia's arms come up and wrap around your head, pulling you in deeper
>your cock throbs to full erection immediately
>instead of a kiss, this is more like getting throatfucked by her tongue
>you know it should probably gross you out, but the slightly cold wetness mixing with your mouth is sending chills up your spine and into your brain
>you open your eyes and look at Cia's face
>her eyes are rolling in the back of her head
>whatever you're feeling, you imagine she's probably feeling it tenfold
>you suck her tongue harder and you feel her collapse into your arms as her legs go weak
>your hands begin to travel down her cool body and soft skin
>you place your hands on her smooth exposed navel as she grinds her pelvis into yours
>unable to resist, you plunge your hand further down, into the depths of her shorts
>as you near her loins you feel an odd warmth
>curious, you explore deeper
>the nearer you approach her nether, the more warmth you can feel
>it's as if an inferno rages in her womb
>unable to stop yourself, you plunge your fingers in, wanting to capture that elusive warmth for yourself
>immediately you hear a startled squeak and Cia breaks the kiss with a lewd sounding *slurp*

>she pushes you away to arm's length, still bent at the knee because of her weak legs
>"…not there…too much…"
>well, you've pretty much confirmed she'll develop into a ghoul
>your erection hasn't subsided
>after that kiss, your cock throbs when you think how it would feel to have her mouth on you cock
>"Get on your knees."
>Cia seem surprised by the order, but crouches down in front of you, humming happily
>she presses her face in your crotch, feeling your warmth through your pants
>she slowly reaches up her arms to pull down your pants
>"No hands" you tell her
>she hesitantly lowers her arms and clasps them behind her back
>she presses her nose into your crotch and inhales, humming
>the vibrations rattle throughout your cock
>with a bit of a struggle, she manages to latch her teeth on your zipper and pull it down
>you decide to undo the the button for her
>she lathers your boxers with her large slimy tongue, bathing you in her saliva
>you shiver as the sensation travels up your spine
>she hooks her tongue in the band of your boxers and pulls them down
>you cock is whipped out and is draped across her face
>she hums softly as she sucks your testicles in her hungry mouth, manipulating them deftly with her tongue
>she releases your balls and runs the entire impressive length of her tongue on the underside of your shaft
>she does it slowly enough that it feels like torture
>finally, she puts her lips on the tip of your cock
>in one swift motion, she swallows your cock whole
>you groan as her lips meet your pelvis
>on instinct, your hands grasp the back of her hand and pull yourself deeper into her
>she grunts contentedly in response
>since she doesn't breathe, you take liberties in holding her there for a few seconds
>you feel her tongue snake out of her mouth and run along you shaft until it reaches your balls
>amazingly you feel like you could cum already, but you don't want to just yet
>you release your hands from the back of her head
>understanding the cue, cia begins bobbing her head wildly along your length, making sure to go balls deep each time
>your dick never truly leaves the comfortable prison of her mouth, though she holds the very tip in her mouth as she pulls away
>soon you can take it no longer and force your hands on her head once again
>you slam your length into her throat
>you hear a throaty moan come for cia as her nose presses into your pelvis
>you feel your cock spasm wildly in her throat as you cum
>your semen shoots directly into her stomach as her arms unclasp from her back and grab onto your buttocks, pulling herself deeper
>amazingly, you can feel yourself cum even more than is usual for you
>after you are done cumming, you continue to hold cia there, enjoying the feeling of being completely engulfed
>eventually you let go, and cia pulls back slowly, increasing the suction
>at the very end of your cock, she seems reluctant to release it, but eventually breaks the suction with  a loud pop
>your knees go weak and you fall on you back
>cia crawls up next to you and snuggles close
>"…good food…feel stronger…."

>you compose yourself first
>Cia is completely knocked out
>you look at her calm, sleeping face
>you can swear her lips look a little fuller than you remember
>you stand up, deciding to leave Cia there
>she seems comfortable enough
>you sit down on your couch and pull out Gramma's notebook and begin reading some more
>you need to learn that Ghoul ritual pretty quickly, you'd imagine
>Grammas kind words greet you warmly
>'Alright you big disappointment, here's how you perform a poor man's Ghoul binding ritual'
>'Note that this binds your souls together; if you die, she'll die.'
>'On the other hand, if you don't die, she can't, making her near invincible. Just a little semen will be enough to heal most wounds. Knowing you, she'll have gallons in reserve.'
>Gramma then lists the steps needed to complete the ritual
>you raise your eyebrows and blush as you read the steps you have to take
>it'll certainly take some preparation
>there is also a long list of ingredients you'll need to prepare
>you recognize some of it as the weird shit you found with the notebook, but some of it you don't have.
>where the hell are you going to get a half gallon of blood?
>maybe you could ask the local butcher
> you also need some chemicals you've never heard of, which look more like ancient alchemical ingredients.
>you hope your pharmacy has this shit in stock
>there's a note at the end
>'By they way, you have to say this latin shit while you do this. don't worry, I wrote it out phonetically for you since I know you're a gigantic fuck up and still can't read latin.'
>well, looks like you've got some shopping to do
>you gently shake Cia awake, and tell her you'll be leave the house for a bit
>her eyes become wide and she starts shaking
>"..no leave….please…scared..no"
>you reassure her it'll only be for a bit, and you really don't have any other choice
>you also don't think it would be a good idea to bring her out into public, not yet anyway
>as you turn to leave, Cia grabs you sleeve and pulls you in for a kiss
>once again, her tongue massages your tonsils and your cock throbs to life
>you don't have time for that though, so you break it off and head downstairs and out the door
>as you open the door, you see a familiar face standing on your sidewalk
>it's the creepy man in the suit from the night before
>you resign yourself to just ignoring him
>as you walk past him to go to your car, you hear him inhale loudly as you walk past
>you turn around, ready to say something
>you cuts you off
>"You smell like the dead," he spits out
>you can't think of anything to say in response
>"You've lain with her, haven't you? Did you enjoy it, fucking a corpse?"
>you ball your fists angrily, but unable to say anything back. his words cut into you
>"Don't worry," he says with a chuckle, "We'll be back, more us of. We'll get rid of that monster."
>that pushes you over the edge
>"You don't get to bring friends," you warn him
>"They aren't my 'friends'," he counters, "They're my Brothers and Sisters. You see, I'm part of a very old organization called the Order-"
>"Yeah, whatever," you cut him off "Stay the fuck away from me or I'll call the cops and tell them I saw you taking pictures of little boys in the neighborhood."
>the man clams up and goes red in the face
>you ignore him and continue walking to you car


>you decide to head to the butcher's place first
>buying the blood is easy enough, though he does give you a strange look
>you figure he must get a lot of weird types that want the blood for faggy emo rituals
>well, you are planning to do some weird shit with it
>you're just glad he didn't ask
>he give you a gallon
>you put it in the small cooler you had prepared for this
>you're glad, he told you it needed to be kept cold
>next is some chemical called ferrous oxide
>you ask about it at the pharmacy
>turns out they don't sell it, but it's basically rust
>you'll just scrap some off the side of your car when you get back
>you head to the local hippie shop and buy some shitty incense
>you also pick up a cheap looking "native american replica"
>you need the feathers from it, and the stoned-looking shop keeper tells you the feathers are real
>good enough for you
>the rest of the ingredients will be gathered during the ritual, so you decide to head home
>after pulling in your driveway, you go into the garage and get a metal spatula, and scraps a few grams of rust off the side of your car
>you hope that's enough
>you gather all your goods and walk into your house
>you are immediately knocked over by a blur of blonde and busty as Cia greets you at the door
>you try to get up and recover your dignity, but she's a big girl
>Cia begins making happy noises and licking and kissing your face, neck and pretty much everywhere she can get her mouth on
>eventually you hug her back and kiss her on the forehead
>after calming down, Cia lets you get up from the ground and you go put the blood in the fridge and set the rest of the materials on the kitchen counter
>"…me was worried….you gone too long…"
>you stare at Cia, briefly amazed by her sudden increase in vocal ability
>you decide to correct her speech and nip her bad habits in the bud
>"Cia, you mean 'I WAS so worried''
>Cia scews her eyes shut and slaps the side of her head
>"…me-I sorry….talk not so good…me getting better…I getting better.."
>you sigh and decide to let it slip for now
>"Hey…listen…" Cia begins excitedly
>"me so scared because….me see bad man outside….man in suit…"
>you instantly snap to attention
>"That man? You know him? What did he do to you?"
>Cia looks blankly for a minute before shaking her head a few times
>"ah…too fast…one at a time…"
>You take a breath and ask once more "Who is that man?"
>Cia pauses and begins speaking slowly and deliberately, "I not know his name…he and his friends…chase me, before I meet you…"
>"Where were you before you met me?"
>Cia thinks very hard
>"no remember….dark is all…then light…I wake in forest…scared…see men in suits…they yell and chase…very bad…"
>judging by what the man has already told you, and what Cia just did, you figure the 'Order' the man mentioned are some sort of undead hunters
>"Don't worry about then, Cia, he can't bother us anymore."
>you decide to change the subject
>"Cia, do you want to do something that will bind us together?"
>Cia's eyes light up and she claps her hands together in front of her
>"yes…yes… me like very much…yes, we do…"
>she begins giggling and bouncing up and down a little
>you are a bit impressed by how much her motor movements have improved
>your eyes are also drawn to the bounce and sway of her unbound breasts as she jumps
>wait a minute, have her breasts always been that large
>"Hey, have you…well, grown?"
>Cia stops, looking down
>"…me guess…? …lower body big too…much bigger.."
>you look at her bare legs
>sure enough, her hips have definitely widened, to the point that the fabric of her jeans shorts looks strained
>you'll need to get new clothes for her soon
>her thighs are similarly enlarged, now looking mouth-wateringly thick
>you briefly wonder what it would be like to bury your face in between them
>"Cia, turn around"
>she doesn't hesitate at all before listening to you
>as you suspect, her bottom has grown with the rest of her
>unable to resist, you reach out and test for yourself
>you her Cia sigh contentedly as you massage her buttocks, squeezing it and bouncing it lightly
>you also run your hands over the smooth skin of her thighs
>finally, you give her behind a hearty slap to the right cheek, causing a satisfying *smack*
>Cia squeaks loudly in surprise, then moans a little
>she presses her ass into you
>"…again…" she breathes
>amazingly, you are able to resist
>"Later," you say, "We should prepare for that ritual I was talking about."
>cia turns around
>"oh…yes!….let's do it…"
>"I should warn you, Cia, this is permanent. Your soul will be bound to mine; if I die, you will too…for good this time."
>Cia makes a frown after a few seconds
>"…I am already yours…nothing will change….let us do this…i want to be owned by you…"

>you begin setting up the ritual
>you move all the furniture in your living room, exposing a large area of bare floor
>you have cia stand out of the way so as not to disturb your preparations
>she seems impatient but complies with your orders
>using the chalk from Gramma's chest, you begin drawing a complex web of runes and scribbles on the floor
>'Now listen here, you little shit, this shit is fucking important.'
>'Get this shit wrong, and you could blow yourself up, or your dick will fall of. Or worse yet, you could open a portal to Hell.'
>You heed Gramma's sound advice and make sure to transfer the drawing in the notebook to the floor with great accuracy
>after that, you place candles, again from Gramma's own supply, at the marked locations on the perimeter of the runic drawing
>lastly, you place the feathers, blood, and rust in a bowl near the center
>two sticks of incense are burnt above the bowl, so that the resulting ashes will fall into the strange mixture
>looks like you're ready to begin
>"Cia, it's time. Come here."
>you are already standing in the center of the circle
>cia happily skips over, amazingly doing so without disturbing any of your chalk lines
>she stands in front of you, expectantly
>"On your knees," you command
>cia blushes but quickly kneels in front of you and opens her mouth, tongue outstretched
>you can feel your loins stirring at the sight
>you pull down your pants, revealing your semi-erect penis to the open air
>you can see Cia's eyes light up with anticipation
>you rest the head of your cock on the tip of her tongue
>she moves to swallow you but you place a hand on her forehead, stopping her
>"Move only when I signal," you say, ignoring the intense sensations running up your cock
>you open Gramma's notebook and flip to the page with all the latin written phonetically
>you begin reading out loud f
>as soon as the first word comes out, you take your hand on the back of Cia's head and force your cock all the way into her throat
>you feel her moan around your cock
> "Quid dicam de stupri irrumabo iustus es me, qui laudatus est"
>"Faxo scias summo genere sodales in classe signaculis et iam plures involvunt arcana Al Quaeda populationes et confirmati sunt super CCC licentia."
>at this point, according to the instructions, you begin face fucking her
>you make sure to never allow your cock to completely leave the inside of Cia's mouth
>each time you make sure to go as deep as possible
>Cia moans and grunts in appreciation
>you look down at see her eyes rolling in the back of her head
>"In omnibus institutus sum et gorilla militiae Im pellentesque in summo totius US militum"
>"Sed tu mihi nihil aliud signum. Delebo te irrumabo cum praecisione quibus similia numquam ante in terris, verbis meis adtende stupri."
>you keep increasing the tempo of your face fucking as you continue chanting
>eventually you feel the pressure of an approaching orgasm
>however, as you are about to reach your peak, you find you are unable
>just as the instructions said
>you a a little relieved everything went as planned so far
>the air is heavy and crackling as if with static
>Gramma's notes mentioned this as well, this is apparently now a very dense zone full of spiritual pressure
>you stop chanting, there is only one final step remaning
>"Okay Cia," You say as you slide your cock out of her throat
>"Time for the fin-"
>You hear a loud banging on your front door
>"Open up the door corpse fucker! We know you're in there! We're here to kill that zombie."
>you hear seems to be multiple voices shouting and banging on your door
>this is bad
>if they break in and interrupt the ritual, who knows what might happen
>just them, you see a flash of light fills your living room
>an ethereal vision of your late Gramma materializes by the door
>"Gram Gram!" You shout in surprise
>'Quiet down you big fucking disappointment. Jesus christ, can't even finish a necromancy ritual without help from your dead Grandma.'
>you smile, Gramma is such a sweet old lady
>'Listen up numb nuts, if those kiddy diddlers outside get in here and disrupt the ritual it's gonna be bad news bears.'
>'Lucky for you, I'm going to create a physical barrier and allow you to finish the ritual, so don't worry and go on.'
>you stare dumbfounded.
>You look at an equally dumbstruck Cia, then back to your Grandma
>'What's the matter, get a move on!'
>"Well," You begin, "Do I have to do it…ya know..in front of you?"
>Your Grandma's ghost goes red in the face
>'Boy, if you don't fuck the shit out of that corpse right the fuck now, I'll haunt you forever!'
>Well, that seemed persuasive enough
>time to continue then
>"Cia, bend over"
>Cia looks puzzled but gets down on her hands and knees with that shapely ass turned towards you

>you put a hand on either side of her well endowed hips
>she cooes softly as you move her approximately into position over the bowl
>satisfied you're in the right spot, you take your cock and place the head at the entrance of her sopping vagina
>just from her entrance you can feel the heat radiating down your entire length
>Cia jumps and jolts as she feels you near her pussy
>"wait….no…not there….to sensitive.."
>once again you place a hand on each of her hips
>"Sorry…" you mutter under your breath
>With one great thrust, you hilt yourself in her cunt, slapping your pelvis to her jiggly ass
>Cia screams, a loud, throaty, scream of passion
>you can her entire body spasm as she is wracked with several intense orgasms
>she arches her back and curls her toes, pushing her body back into you
>you go even deeper into her warm depths
>you can feel your tip grazing the entrance to her womb
>as soon as contact is made, you feel the magical restriction on your orgasm release
>explosively, you blast her cervix with your cum
>you see spots in your vision as you pump rope after rope of steaming spunk into Cia's wet cunt
>you can hear her mewling and muttering incoherently as her mind reels from the pleasure
>There are a few misplaced ripping sounds as you witness Cia's ass, hips, breasts and thighs expand to an extent that her clothes finally completely come off
>you look down and see blood from Cia's maidenhood dripping down your shaft
>with expert accuracy, you aim one of the droplets  into the bowl of previously prepared ingredients
>you immediately feel the spiritual pressure in the room condense into a single discernible spot underneath you, then vanish
>gasping, you pull out from Cia's still-spasming hole
>A bit of pride wells within you when you see the amount of semen that drips out of her
>You let go of Cia, and she collapses into a gasping spasming heap on the floor
>You pick up the bowl
>It still smells funny
>you take a large gulp
>you resist the urge to vomit and hand it to Cia on the floor
>"Drink this, it finalizes it."
>Cia weakly reaches up with one hand and takes the bowl
>She starts sipping slowly, but before long, she downs the entire bowl greedily
>With renewed energy, she stands up
>There is a blood and fluids stained around the outside of her mouth
>looking at you hungrily, she grasps you roughly by the shoulders and pulls you in for a deep kiss
>you try to ignore the bitter taste of blood and try to enjoy the feeling of her tongue in your throat
>for some reason it feels even longer than before
>you become aware of her lips pressed painfully against yours and how thick and voluptuous they are
>you are unable to avoid imagining them wrapped around your cock
>just then, you hear an ominous *Crack* as your door is finally busted down
>Cia abruptly cuts of your kiss and storms towards the door while growling

>Only a handful of men in suits await on the other side, and their eyes go wide once they see Cia stalking towards them
>"That's a full-blown ghoul, Mitch! You said she was still a fresh zombie!"
>"I thought she was! How was I supposed to know this guy knew the binding rituals?"
>Cia angrily walks towards the men, snarling as she does so
>at her approach, the men back off your porch and into the round
>For every step Cia takes, they take two backwards
>eventually it gets to the point where the group of men in suits are in the street, and Cia is in your driveway
>it must be a rather startling sight to see a voluptuous living corpse with blood around her mouth and cum dripping from her pussy stalk towards you
>With a burst of inspiration, Cia turns from the men and walks over to your car
>Oh jesus no
>In what can be described as a pure hulk moment, Cia puts one hand on the handle of the driver's side door and wrenches outwards
>The pathetic scream of metal is heard as the door is ripped clean from the hinge
>Cia turns towards the mysterious men and casually tosses the car door in the road in front of them
>There is a pregnant pause
>"Welp, I'm out. If she's able to rip car doors like tissue paper I want no part of this."
>The mysterious Order men quickly disperse
>Cia quickly turns to you, her snarl and ferocity gone
>"I did it!"
>She happily jumps in your arms and gives you happy kisses
>You say a silent prayer for your car
>still, it's better than dealing with the situation violent, you suppose
>replacing a car door is a lot easier than explaining to the authorities that your crazed zombie girlfriend killed six people
>'Very impressive, boy.'
>You turn around and see Gramma's ghost still lingering by your doorway
>'You've got yourself a pretty high level undead as your familiar, now.'
>You feel your pride swell as your grandma genuinely praises you
>'Of course, I was doing this shit when I was still in diapers, but it's a start I suppose.'
>That dampened your spirits a bit
>'Anyway, go check in the attic, I've got a gift for you two.'
>'As for me, It's time for me to go back.'
>Suddenly, you feel misty eyed
>"Is this goodbye forever, Gram Gram?"
>She gives you a hearty cackle
>'Heaven's no, I'll show up the next time you fuck up royal, which means knowing you, I'll be here next week.'
>You can only smile and laugh
>"I love you Gramma."
>Gramma's ghost begins fading away
>'Aw, shut up you silly boy…iloveyoutoo…' you hear her as she dematerializes
>Afterwards, you and Cia head up into the attic
>In Gramma's weird box of tricks, you find a small leather pouch
>Curious, you open the pouch and pour its contents into your palm
>Glittering in the light are two golden rings, each engraved with runic symbols on the bands
>you're sure it has some magic shit on it too
>You look at Cia
>"Um…would you…?"
>Cia giggles
>"I'd love to."
>Each of you puts on a ring
>As you do, the runes glow a bright blue for a bit before returning to normal
>A swell of emotion runs through you both
>"I am yours" You whisper as you draw Cia closer for a kiss
>"And I am yours" she whispers back before embracing you

FIN