Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo woke up in the middle of the night, his senses sharp despite the calm silence. He glanced over at Sachiko, who was still deep in sleep beside him. Her face was peaceful, her body relaxed after the long hours they had spent together, their intimacy still lingering in the air. He leaned in close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Sachiko stirred slightly, her lips curling into a soft smile, but she did not wake fully.

"I'll be back soon. Just need to check something," Ryo whispered, his voice low.

She nodded sleepily, already drifting back into sleep, too exhausted to respond properly. He smiled faintly, knowing she would be safe. After all, his base was well-guarded, both by his loyal zombies and the presence of Sayako.

Ryo quietly slid out of bed, reaching for his pants and jacket. He glanced at Sayako, who was standing in the corner of the room, motionless but alert. Her pale skin almost glowed in the dim light, and her white, empty eyes followed Ryo as he moved.

"Let's go," Ryo said softly, brushing his hand against Sayako's arm.

At his touch, Sayako's eyes opened wider, and though she said nothing, she understood his command. She had been trained to obey him without question. Ryo made his way to the door, with Sayako following closely behind, as she always did.

Once outside, Ryo carefully shut the door behind them. The cool night air hit his skin, but he didn't mind. Sayako remained silent at his side, her presence comforting in its own way. Around the base, Ryo noticed the other zombies standing in their usual places. The Striders, their agile bodies tense and ready, stood like silent sentinels, watching as Ryo moved past them.

He spoke softly to them, his voice firm but calm. "Watch the house. Make sure nothing happens to Sachiko."

The Striders seemed to understand perfectly, as they shifted into position, their dark eyes scanning the area. Ryo glanced toward the Brutes, their hulking forms visible even in the darkness. They stood guard as usual, their sheer size enough to intimidate any potential threat. Not far from them, Ryo spotted a few Creepers lurking in the shadows, their movements slow but calculated.

With a small hand signal, he ordered them to patrol the surrounding area. The zombies began to spread out, roaming through the night with the eerie grace they possessed. It was a strange sight—an army of undead that followed his every word. Ryo knew he could rely on them, especially when it came to protecting his base and Sachiko.

Satisfied that everything was under control, Ryo continued walking, his destination a nearby abandoned house. Sayako stayed close behind him, her steps silent and smooth, her gaze never leaving him. They reached the house quickly, its old, dilapidated structure looming in the dark. Ryo pushed the door open, stepping inside with Sayako right behind him.

Once inside, Ryo paused, turning to face Sayako. She stood before him, motionless, waiting for his next command. Ryo's eyes lingered on her, taking in her pale skin, her perfectly smooth hair, and those haunting white eyes that only he seemed to understand.

"Turn around," Ryo said quietly.

Sayako obeyed without hesitation, her body moving fluidly as she turned her back to him. "Bend over," Ryo commanded, his voice low but firm.

As always, Sayako followed his orders without question, bending over in front of him.

Ryo took a deep breath, the air around him thick with anticipation. He slowly removed his pants, letting them drop to the floor. As he stood there, he felt a mix of emotions—power, control, and an undeniable urge. Sayako remained in her position, still and silent, her white eyes focused on the ground before her.

The darkness of the abandoned house wrapped around them, a perfect backdrop for the intimate connection they were about to share. Ryo approached her, the faint sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he prepared to explore this side of their relationship further.

Ryo's eyes narrowed as he stood behind Sayako, taking in the sight of her pale, unblemished skin and the smooth curves of her body. He couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between her undead state and the sensuality she exuded. Her white eyes, devoid of emotion, added to the surreal nature of the encounter.

He moved closer, his hands gently caressing her back, feeling the coolness of her skin against his warm palms. Sayako remained motionless, her body a silent, yet willing, vessel for his desires. The night air added to the sensory experience, a chill that heightened Ryo's awareness of his own body and the heat that was about to be generated.

Ryo's fingers trailed down Sayako's spine, sending subtle vibrations through her body. He could feel the tension in her muscles, a silent plea for him to take control. Her white eyes, though expressionless, seemed to hold a depth of understanding, a knowledge of the pleasure that was about to unfold.

With a deep, steadying breath, Ryo positioned himself behind her. His penis, hard and ready, pressed against her pussy, the head rubbing against her moist lips. He paused, savoring the moment, feeling the anticipation build within him.

Slowly, deliberately, Ryo pushed forward, his penis gliding into Sayako's pussy. The sensation was unique—a blend of smooth, cool flesh and a tight, gripping warmth that seemed to welcome him, almost as if her body was alive and aware. Sayako's muscles clenched around him, a silent embrace that spoke of a primal connection.

Ryo's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies connecting filled the abandoned house, a rhythmic beat that echoed in the darkness, a contrast to the silent world outside. Sayako's body, though still, seemed to come alive, her muscles contracting and relaxing in a silent, sensual dance.

Ryo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. The sound of their bodies connecting filled the abandoned house with a rhythmic, primal beat. It was a symphony of flesh and desire, a contrast to the silent, desolate world outside.

Sayako's body, though still and expressionless, seemed to come alive with each thrust. Her muscles, though cool to the touch, contracted and relaxed in a silent, sensual dance. Ryo could feel the tension building within her, a silent plea for more, a desire that only he could fulfill.

The sensation of being inside Sayako was unlike anything Ryo had experienced before. Her pussy, though cool and unyielding, gripped his penis with a force that was both enticing and mysterious. It was as if her undead state had heightened her sexual responsiveness, creating a unique and irresistible sensation.

Ryo's breath quickened, his eyes fixed on Sayako's pale back. He could feel the heat building within him, a fire that burned with a passion he had never known. This was the first time he truly felt the deliciousness of having sex with a female zombie, and the experience was overwhelming.

His thrusts became more intense, his movements driven by a primal urge. Sayako's body, though motionless, seemed to respond to his every touch, her muscles tightening around him with a silent, erotic rhythm. It was as if she were a living, breathing partner, despite her undead state.

His eyes drifted down to Sayako's pale back, taking in the smooth curves and the subtle rise and fall of her body with each of his thrusts. He could feel the coolness of her skin against his own, a contrast to the heat that raged within him.

Ryo's hands gripped Sayako's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies connecting filled the abandoned house, a rhythmic beat that echoed off the empty walls.

Sayako's body, though still, seemed to respond to his every move. Her muscles clenched and relaxed around him, a silent invitation for him to take more, to claim her fully. The sensation of being enveloped by her cool, yet gripping, pussy was unlike anything Ryo had experienced before.

As his thrusts became more urgent, Ryo's breath quickened. He could feel the climax building within him, a surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm. But he resisted the urge to pull out, wanting to prolong this moment, to savor the unique sensation of being inside a female zombie.

His mind raced with thoughts of dominance and control, a power that came with being the only living being in this intimate dance. Sayako, though expressionless, seemed to understand his desires, her body a willing participant in this erotic ritual.

Ryo's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the spot where their bodies met. He could feel the heat of their connection, a fiery passion that burned brighter with each thrust. The sensation of being so intimately connected with a female zombie was a thrill like no other, and he wanted to ride this wave of pleasure to its very peak.

As the climax approached, Ryo's body tensed. He could feel the release building, the intense pleasure that threatened to consume him. But he held back, wanting to prolong this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

With each thrust, Ryo felt a surge of power and control. The sensation of being inside Sayako, of claiming her body for his own, was exhilarating. He could feel the heat building within him, a rush of pleasure that left him breathless.

Finally, when the pleasure became too intense to bear, Ryo gave in to the urge and let go, his body convulsing as he reached his climax. His seed erupted deep within Sayako, a final burst of passion that left him spent and satisfied.

Ryo stood there, his chest heaving, his heart pounding, as he savored the aftermath. Sayako remained bent over, her body still, yet her white eyes seemed to hold a secret, a knowledge of the intimate connection they had just shared.

Satisfied and breathless, Ryo stepped back, his hands lingering on Sayako's hips. He pulled up his pants, the sound of fabric breaking the silence. Sayako remained in her position, waiting for his next command.

Ryo's eyes drifted down to Sayako's pussy, his curiosity piqued. He had just experienced an intense sexual encounter,But there was no sign of any leakage, no trace of his semen. It was as if his seed had been completely absorbed, a unique and intriguing phenomenon.

Ryo's mind raced with thoughts. Was this a common occurrence with female zombies? Or was it a sign of some unique ability that Sayako possessed? The more he thought about it, the more intrigued he became.

Next, Ryo focused on Sayako's dress. He gently tugged at the hem, smoothing out any wrinkles that might have formed during their passionate moment. The fabric, though slightly askew, fell gracefully back into place, covering her body.He reached down and carefully adjusted her panties, ensuring they were in place and covering her.

With a gentle touch, Ryo guided Sayako towards the door. They left the abandoned house, their footsteps echoing in the night, and made their way back to the base. The zombies, silent sentinels, seemed to sense their return, their dark eyes following Ryo and Sayako as they passed.