Zombina Monster Musume Short Fic

Short Zombina Fic probably going to convert this to first person later. Fetishes include zombie girls, cold bodies, nibbling, wound tending(?) and tomboys.
Update: Added some more stuff and changed story to first person.

 Zombina enters the apartment, her MON tactical  uniform stained with blood. Looks like she's had another rough day playing the decoy. I look up from my cooking as she shuffles in. "Honey, how was work today?"
She sighs as she moves next to me. "Got shot up. Again. Can you help me remove the bullets?"
*Sigh* “Honey, this is why I keep telling you to wear the bullet proof vest. At least we can cut down on the damage to your body. Plus you know how hard I have to work to scrub out all this dried blood out of your uniform!"
"Oh c'mon, it cuts down on my flexibility and makes it look less convincing to the bad guys when I don't bleed everywhere.
She leans in closer, her cleavage exposed and visible under my nose.
"Besides, I'd miss our... bonding time if I started wearing one,” she reaches down and grabs my hands, pulling them to her chest. You’re so good with your hands, I’d hate to not take full advantage of your talents.”
I turned beet red from embarrassment and begin to stutter out words incoherently.
She gives me her trademark Zombina laugh. “Gyahahahaha, you’re so easy to tease!”
I silence her laughter with a whap on the head from my spatula.
“Go get ready on the bed,” I say sternly, my embarrassment fading,” I’ll have those wounds stitched up in no time”
She smirks and shoots me a wink before stripping down to her panties and settling on the bed.

I use a pair of long metal tweezers to prod around in her wounds along her chest,  digging out the bullets and placing them in a metal pan. While I work, she teases me, making buzzing noises when I touch too much of her insides, as though were are playing a "real" game of Operation. Being a coroner, I've had my fair share of piecing scarred corpses back together. But at least they had the decency to stay quiet.  Normally, Zombina’s curvy, busty body would send my heart into a tizzy. But when I did these “patch jobs”,I couldn’t help but worry. She might be a zombie, but one too many bullets would eventually reduce her to just a series of body grafts and little else.  Luckily, most of the bullets were  intact due to Zombina’s tough hide. She didn’t have too many gaping exit wounds I needed  to seal. After applying dermabond and some staples, all the wounds were closed.

She began to get off the bed, but I grabbed her and gently pushed her back down.
“Listen, wear the vest. For me.  Please? I don’t want my girlfriend to look like Swiss cheese.”
She leans in close and kisses me on the lips, nibbling on them slightly before I break the kiss.
“Okay, fiiiiiine. If it’s for you, I’ll do it. But since you were such a good doctor, I want to give you a reward.”
She quickly strips me and then  shimmying out of her camo-print panties.I took the time to admire her womanhood before she threw her panties onto my face.
"Perv!" she said as she stuck out her tongue.
"You know you like it."
She laughed and then climbed on top of me. "I know. I'm just glad someone finds me sexy. After all these gross stitches and skin grafts, I look like some creepy patchwork doll."
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
She snorts. "Flatterer."
"It's true."
She doesn't say anything, but she give me a warm smile as she takes my cock in her hands and forces me into her cold insides. Zombina has no natural body heat and her insides are somewhat rough due to the slowing of her biological processes. But after a few minutes of grinding me up and down, my body heat begins to make her feel much more comfortable. The grainy texture of her pussy makes her unbearably rough, forcing waves of pleasure to wash over me.  While she’s riding me, her mouth moves over to my body, and she nibbles on mys ears and neck.I gently cup my hands around her breasts and knead them. It's important to be gentle with them, otherwise they could come loose. They are slightly cold, as I stroke her nipples I can see Zombina grinning.  After a few more minutes, she bites me roughly on the shoulder as we both orgasm. She continues to buck weakly on top of me, grinding me until every last bit of my seed is inside of her.

She rolls off of me, her body covered in my sweat. “That…that was a really good way to de-stress”, she sighs.
I pull her body closer to me, allowing her to bask in the warmth of my body heat. We always have a little post coital cuddle before we  eat dinner together. “Do you always have to bite so much? Maybe you want me to become a zombie too?”
She laughs. “Maybe later, if you want to be one. I just like how you taste. It makes me feel at home.”
She traces her finger over my heart.She likes to do feel the my heartbeat when we cuddle.I guess it makes her feel more normal, since she no longer has a pulse of her own.
“Hey, thanks for being there for me. You’re a good boyfriend,” she whispers.
“We’re partners, we watch each other’s back.”
She looks into my eyes. “I know but cooking, cleaning, stitching me up. It’s a lot. I’d be too lazy to keep up with all of it.”
“Ha, more like any of it. I have no idea what you’d do without me.”
She flashes me her biggest smile. “Yeah, me neither.”
I laugh and pull her in for some more cuddling. Living with Zombina isn’t always easy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
END.