Undead Love: A Post-Apocalyptic Romance

by Silvia Rojas

  June looked at Borton, her eyes wide, her jaw unhinged as she had seen her life flash in front of her eyes. She looked dazed as she looked at Borton, and Borton never left his emotionless glare as he walked towards June with his filled bags. He walked as close as he could, without touching her, and raised the hand which didn’t have the gun on it, and closed her mouth, smirking.

  “I guess this settled the debt?” Borton asked, his eyes lit up with amusement and a lot of relief. He was glad that he had felt the Zombies enter and turned around just in time to shoot. June didn’t reply, her head filled with the same thought of losing her life. “Oye, June!”

  She once again didn’t respond, and Borton sighed. He had just the thing to make her come back into focus and dipped his hand down so his lips were covering hers. June’s mind crashed down as his lips collided with hers in a soft kiss. Suddenly the thoughts of ‘I am going to die’ turned into ‘oh my god, he’s kissing me! HE’S KISSING ME!’ Instinctively her hands went to his chest, making sure he didn’t move and she gave a pleasured little moan of content, pressing her lips to his almost possessively.

  Borton didn’t expect this to turn from a simple kiss to distract her to a lip-lock as June pressed herself further and further into him, pressing him against the back wall and opening her lips to trace his with her tongue, demanding entrance. He grabbed her by the waist and lost himself in the sense of the kiss, opening his mouth to let her invading tongue into his mouth. Her silky appendage then wrapped around his own, desperately clinging and covering everything she could before they separated.

  “That.....” June whispered, her eyes lit up with an emotion he never thought he’d see in her eyes, especially aimed at him. “Is one hell of a way to snap me out of a trance.”

  “Well, I didn’t honestly know what to do,” Borton said, his breath caught in his mouth. “I’m sorry if-.”

  Her response surprised him as with double the amount of emotion behind the kiss he had given her, she kissed him back. This time she was dominating, her hands wrapped tight around her neck and literally shoving her mouth onto his. They stayed there for over 5 minutes, just kissing each other before June finally had enough.

  “Men don’t kiss and apologize, they just take it further,” June whispered breathlessly. “Just so you, Borton, we’re going to have some words about your ways of snapping me out of a trance.”

  The way she spoke words somehow made him even more excited for the conversation that was about to come so he simply shook his head, pushing her off him and looking out to see if there were any other Zombies around. When he found none, he looked at her. June was still looking at him with a gaze smoldering with lust, aimed right at him and he tilted his head.

  “Shall we?” he asked tentatively. She never lost the look that she had, just smirked seductively and turned around, walking away with a pep to her step and a sway to her hips. His eyes trailed her firm backside and he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Damn it, what did I get into?”

  Once again, he left his fate to his own fate and walked behind her with bags full of surprise. He would think about returning them the money, later on, somehow he doubted they would ever open up the shot again after this, nor would they even need the money so he got onto the bike. This time, June was a lot closer to him, pressing her chest so close to his back that he could feel her flattened against his back. Her face rested really close to his ear and her warm breath was only distracting him. He took off, going to the street and on their way towards his home. They had left out from Woodholm at 06:30 AM in the morning before the sun had risen, and they reached Ashton, Bonzin, at 11:30 AM in the morning. It really took them 5 hours to reach to Borton’s home in a journey that should have taken them two.

  If June’s home was amazing, Borton’s home was massive. It was 2 floors big and had visibly larger than June’s. There seemed to be a Lot of wires and connections all over the home and there was even a large garden in the back along with a shed inside. Borton shook his head and pressed his key-card against the side of the entrance gate and the doors opened up so fast June blinked at their speed. She was further impressed when the doors closed again when he went inside and Borton smirked at her reaction.

  “Dad’s a technological fanatic. Mum’s in the Investigation agency.” Borton said, rolling his eyes. “This place belonged to my grandparents, it was just a small cottage with a lot of lands. Dad and Mum only renovated over the years. Come on.”

  Parking the bike on the back of the home, he used his key-card to enter inside. June found the stability of the doors as she looked at the heavy-duty locks on them. There were cameras everywhere inside the house, CCTV inside and outside and even an infra-red version of the camera. When she looked at him dryly, he shrugged. Further looking into his house, her impression of the house was manor house.

  It had 4 big rooms, like her own house, and 3 study rooms. 1 had been converted into a study room for Borton, 1 was an office for his mother and the other for his father. His mother’s office and his father’s office were conjoined in their rooms and Borton’s office was right beside his room. There was an outer lounge on the first floor overlooking the fields behind and the entire house had 3 generators as backups.

  “Welcome to my humble adobe. We call it the ‘Flint’s residence’.” Borton said, shrugging. “And yes, Flint is my last name.”

  “Borton Flint,” June asked, raising her eyebrow. “Who would have thought. Nice home though.”

  “I love it, it’s my home,” Borton said, winking at her. He then noticed the phone and instantly jumped towards it, dialing up a number on speed dial. He was glad when the number actually rang and was, even more, gladder when it was picked up. “Mum? Dad?”

  “Borton?” June couldn’t hear the voice, but the relief in the eyes of the boy was enough for her to sigh in relief herself. She didn’t want him to lose her parents, no way. “Good grief, thank god you’re alright.”

  “I’m glad you’re alright to Mum,” Borton said, balancing himself on the counter on top of which the phone was. “Where are you?”

  “I was actually in the air when this happened. I was supposed to go to Junrah in Bellise.” Borton’s mother replied. “Your father..... he....”

  “Yeah, I guessed as much,” Borton said sadly, rubbing his forehead. “Are you safe?”

  “Yes, I’m with the military of Bellise, in a bunker.” Borton’s mother replied back. “What about you? Did you get home safely?”

  “With a friend, of sorts,” Borton replied, looking at June. “Her name’s June, and we were told to stay together.”

  “Good, very good. Strength is always in numbers. Listen, I don’t honestly know what the world is going to end up as now, but you need to get to Bellise, with me. Both of you will be safe here.” His mother said. “I’ll have to cut the phone now, we’re going to isolate ourselves for the day. The army’s decision to start bombing the city of Junrah to trap the Zombies. Take care, love you.”

  Before Borton could even reply, she had cut off the phone. He sighed and put the phone down, looking at a waiting June.

  “Mom’s in Bellise, Dad is dead,” Borton said sadly. “Do you have any other relatives you need to call?”

  “Yeah, my grandparents from my father’s side.” June nodded, hope shining in her eyes. “They live in Bellise as well, in Gazganoth. It’s a wonderful country.”

  “Bellise has been an ally for the wars since ever,” Borton said, tired and exhausted once again. The fact that his father was dead had hurt him even more than it seemed but at least his mother was alive. “I’ll go and check on the supplies that we have here, we’ve gotten much more than what we need for the next 4 to 5 days in those bags, and I remember there being a storage in the shed.”

  “Alright, but don’t leave the house,” June warned him. After what had happened, she didn’t want to lose him, not at all. Borton nodded and crept outside of the main building and onto the side building to check on what was there and what did they have.
He was glad to find imperishable and rations inside of the storage that should last them for over a week or so. The journey to Bellise was going to be a big one and they were going to need all the supplies they could find.

  In the meantime, June tried to call all her relatives. From her aunts and uncles to her grandparents and grand aunts and cousins. Finally, she had reached the only person that picked up, her father’s younger brother who lived in the north of the capital and far away from Benzin. He was safe with his girlfriend and unharmed, inside of their own apocalypse shelter of sorts. June had never felt more relief when she had heard that news and Borton couldn’t help but smile.

  That evening, their dinner was short, a simple pasta dish that Borton and June managed to make themselves. By the end of the day, neither of them had the power to even talk or discuss what they were going to do. Borton showed her a room that was on his floor and wasn’t his parent’s room and showed her how to use the boiler so the bath-tub could be filled up and then left her to her devices so she could sleep after taking a nice hot bath. Strangely, he found out that he wasn’t as sleepy as it seemed at first.

  “Borton.” At 11:30 PM, June stood in the doorway to his room. They had switched on the air-conditioner to keep the room cold, luckily the TV was still on. Many countries weren’t affected by the Zombies as much as it seemed and the TV seemed to be on a roll, even children’s programs showing about the Zombie take-over. Borton looked away from the muted TV and towards June. His eyes traced to what she was wearing. “Can I sleep here for the night?”

  “So it wasn’t just a dream,” Borton muttered, his eyes fixated on her figure. She was wearing a negligee. An actual negligee. He didn’t even know why she had a negligee but he didn’t care, she looked beautiful and sexy in that hot outfit. Her tanned skin shone out in the darkness of the room, her bust straining and openly visible to him. Below she was wearing literally only a pair of panties, skimpy and tried with a string. “Yeah, sure. But you’re going to be dressed like that?”

  “You’re the one that kissed me.” June snorted, closing the door behind her and walking to the bed. She pulled up the covers and saw him only in a pair of shorts and nothing else and smirked. “And you’re the one to talk? You’re only wearing boxers.”

  “Shorts,” Borton replied, watching her climb on top of the bed, and him as well so she was straddling him, her softer then it looked butt resting against his crotch and her hands on each side of his chest. He looked at her, surprised. “Uh.... what gives?”

  “Just shut up, and play along,” June whispered, her tone holding all the smolder and lust she could hold and pressed herself down on him, her lips desperately meeting his in a kiss that seemed as if it had been replaced with her need to breathe. She moaned and rubbed her body against his, her hands snaking up her back and into his hair. Borton simply gave in to the pleasure and kissed her back, his hands running up and down her spine and going downwards to cup her quite a large butt.

  Parting the cheeks, he felt his pulse throbbing with desire and lust as he felt a strange wetness on top of his crotch where his slowly rising hardness was and then felt a hand going right inside of his shorts and grabbing his dick in her hands, stroking it up and down.

  “Mmm.... for a skinny lazy doofus you sure are exciting.” She said hotly against his lips. Her other hand went down and pulled off her panties so she was bare downside and sat up straight, pulling his manhood out of his boxers. Right in front of his eyes, she rose up, tracing the tip of his 8 and a half inched rod against her outer folds and sunk down on him.

  Borton sighed as the warm wetness encompassed his erection, his hands setting against her hips to support her. June’s hands were taking support of his chest and her eyes were closed as she let out a muffled moan, biting her lips to not scream out loud. Her wetness and inner folds were clenching on his cock, so hard that he had never felt such a nice feeling in her life. Slowly gyrating her hips up and back, June let out an unmuffled moan, uncaring of who heard it as she slowly started to move up and down on his dick, hard and fast.

  “Oh god, yes......” she moaned as she moved. His left hand left her hips and trailed up her body, caressing her stomach, trim and muscular, going to her breasts. Now they weren’t as big as what a man would fantasize about but they were large enough to be called a handful as he grabbed her left breast, his thumb trailing and tracing her nipples as she moaned and moved on top of him. “God..... don’t stop.”

  “You’re the one doing the moving here.” Pinching the nipple in his hands, he pulled it only causing her to moan even more. “So it should be me who should be the one moaning and calling for you to move faster.”

  “Just.... continue.... oh god!” She screamed suddenly as in a sudden movement, he pulled her down, so his lips could slowly trace down the side of her jaw leaving a hot trail of saliva and pleasure behind. His hands returned to her hips as she leaned over him, bouncing up and down on his massive cock leaving behind trails of her inner juices and love essence. Moving his lips downwards, he came face to face with her bust and didn’t care about her negligee, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. That caused her moans to increase even more. “Yes......”

  Slowly starting to raise his own hips and groin to meet her bouncing, he thrust upwards the same time she came downwards so the feeling that was increasing could be even more. A knot started to form in June’s stomach, tightening and tightening so hard that she didn’t know when was it about to break and she was definitely more aroused then him as trailed by the moans and the wetness dripping down her womanhood. She licked her lips and pressed her covered bust into her face. Deciding to screw it, she rashly pushed away from him, and pulled off her negligee, leaving her completely naked and Borton saw the definition of a goddess riding him.

  “That’s more like it.” There was a look in her eyes that made Borton go absolutely crazy as she slowed down, her inner walls tightening so hard that he couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure in their nether regions. “God, yes! Yes!”

  “You should stay silent,” Borton muttered out between gasps and grunts of his own, as he managed to flip them around so now she was beneath him, and trailed his mouth all over her naked breasts and her sweaty neck, uncaring of the salty taste of her sweat. She responded with grabbing his head and smashing her lips into his. Their mouths opened up as instantly they were in the sloppiest of all the kisses they could have, the pleasure rising up in Borton’s balls this time around.

  Now June had only had sex once in her entire life, and that wasn’t exactly what she’d call exciting. This, on the other hand, was amazing. The last time it had taken her partner 3 turns to make her release, this time she had released twice in the span of 20 minutes before he even came close to release, and by gods was her climax satisfying. The feeling of the shock of pleasure traveling up her spine and all over her body only made her more satisfied and with a final moan, she came for the 3rd time, her lips never leaving his.

  Borton let go of all the control he had after the 3rd time her walls contracted around his dick and spewed out inside of her, his seed rushing into her womb and filling her up fast and sticking around inside of her walls. By the time he dislodged from her lips, both of their lips were swollen and there was that one ‘contented’ look on her face, eyes dazed up with fulfilment and satisfaction, her sweaty body clasped against his as he looked at her, her bust heaving along with her pants and soft moans as the final of his climax finished rushing into her body.

  “Alright, that was even more awesome,” Borton said, slipping out of her vagina with a soft pop. June moaned in discontent at the feeling of the meat-stick popping out of her and pouted up at it. “I don’t want this to be only a tonight thing.”

  “Oh?” Smirking seductively, she grabbed his shoulders again so he was resting on top of her. “My my, are you actually wanting to ravage me every day? This is the most I’ve come out in my life.”

  “This is the first time I’ve finished inside of a girl in my
entire life,” Borton said, his face resting against her neck. “But yes, I’d gladly ravage you if you allowed me to.”

  “Mmm, good. I thought I’d have to keep on giving you incentives.” June mumbled, letting herself be carried so she was once again on top of him, straddling him. His slowly softening cock trailed against her sticky pussy and she sighed in content. “Face it now, tiger, you’re mine. I don’t care where we go now, you’re mine.”

  “Yes, my lady.” Playing along, he pulled up the comforter and ignored the TV, instead focusing on the demanding woman on top of him. “We’ll be together for all eternity while I serve you wherever you want.”

  “Good.” Kissing his jaw, she closed her eyes and went to sleep dreaming of much more steamier nights to come.

  For Borton and June, it might have been the end of many of their loved once, but the start of their bond in the middle of the battle was going to lead them further and further, to destinations unknown to all. Cupping her butt in his hands so he could have a comfortable grip on him, he pressed his face on top of her golden head and smiled. Yeah, destined to be together indeed.

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Unchained

  Chapter 1- Arrival of a Warrior

  Journeying from his home back in the big village of Drenston to the large city of Nephil all the way in the Land of Marqueis wasn’t any small task. Quinn Suthell was a warrior, a journeyman, a knight and a noble combined into one or so he termed himself as. Son of the former Lord Suthell from Drenston, in the northern countries of the world, Quinn was a very well known individual especially in the northern countries because of his skills in sword-fighting and also for his strict and stern exterior.