Emergence: Return of Magic book 1

by Rosier, D. R.

  He smiled, and kissed her more passionately which lit a fire in her center, and she released a breathy moan. No matter how good that first kiss was, it was nothing compared to the second. She realized he’d been holding back his passion for her sake… he wasn’t holding back any more. She was more than willing to follow as he took her hand and led her back to the master bedroom.

  She loved the way he watched her, as they undressed for each other. His gaze caressed her body, and she warmed further, she felt… moist, and couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, possessing her. She also felt safe, protected, and she knew John wouldn’t hurt her.

  They took a moment to take the other in, and she couldn’t help licking her lips as he took in his well-built hard body, and he was quite well endowed as well, she was a little breathy with desire as he took her into his arms, and kissed her. She moaned as she felt him grow against her stomach, achieving his full length.

  She squeaked in shock and then giggled when he picked her up by her ass cheeks and carried her over to the bed. He joined her, and started to explore her, sending small shocks of desire and pleasure to her core as he caressed her body with his fingertips. She reached up and around his neck with one hand, pulling him down to her into a deep kiss, as her other hand reached down, and lightly stroked him.

  She shivered, and her legs opened further, as she stretched herself open for him, without conscious thought. Foreplay next time, right now she was burning with desire and wanted him to take her. She could feel how moist and ready she was for him, and gasped as his roaming hands found her breasts. His fingers were gentle but strong as he kneaded her soft yet firm flesh and teased her nipples with light grazes of his thumbs.

  “Please,” she said softly, as she felt his pleasure against her moist and ready entrance.

  She stared into his eyes, as he gazed into hers, and she gasped as she stretched around and enveloped the tip of his manhood. She trembled and opened her legs wider as he pushed into her, filling her with his throbbing length until their bodies met. Her body arched and she ground up into him, as he ground down.

  Her body got used to the intense pleasure of his invasion quickly, and when she was about to tell him she was ready, he started to take her. She met his thrusts with her own as their eyes locked. She’d never had it so good, and it was much better than she’d ever imagined with him, and she had a very good imagination.

  She gasped out, “Harder, faster,” and cried out in pleasure, lost in their intense coupling as he met her demands.

  All her thoughts, worries and responsibilities from the last few days melted away. She felt safe in his strong arms, giving herself to him, so she surrendered to the intense pleasures of her body joining with his.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged when she felt herself crest. The tight coil of radiating pleasure so close to release. Then she felt his thumb press down on her clit, and the coil snapped, radiating blissful pleasure throughout her body like a hurricane, and overwhelming her mind. She gasped as she felt him grow within her, while she still trembled in bliss. She felt a deep sense of completion and a surge of profound emotional pleasure as he expanded within her, and started to fill her with the results of his ecstasy.

  She was lost in the way it felt, as her body trembled and fluttered around his manhood.

  She smiled after the trembling stopped, and asked softly, “I hope you’re not planning to sleep yet?”

  John kissed her softly before he said, “Always for you Katie, god your beautiful.”

  She grinned a little cheekily, and said playfully, “Goddess… That’s goddess I’m beautiful.”

  He snorted and rolled off her to the side, and she squealed when he grabbed her and slid her body against his firmly.

  “You don’t say?”

  She nipped his lip, “Oh, I do. I also say… goddess he’s got a nice big co…”

  He cut off her words with a lingering and demanding kiss that left her breathless.

  “Is that all I am to you, eye candy and a vessel for your pleasure?” he asked playfully.

  She shook her head, “Of course not, you’re good at massages too.”

  He snorted, “Is that all?”

  She shook her head and smiled shyly, “Nope. But I couldn’t possibly tell you about all of it, your head wouldn’t fit out the door in the morning.”

  He raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

  She nodded in mock seriousness, “But you know what?”

  He shook his head, “What?”

  She kissed him softly, lovingly, trying to say what she couldn’t say out loud, with a kiss instead. Then she started to kiss her way down his body, exploring his chest and stomach with her mouth, tongue, and hands.

  He caressed her face and she looked up, “Know what?” he asked curiously.

  She looked up at him through her eyelashes and said sultrily, “I bet your other head will fit in my mouth, and I bet it really likes it there, why don’t we find out?”

  She saw his eyes widen, and then he sighed in pleasure as her lips wrapped around him…

  Chapter 10 – Sean

  The women were freed, and Sean was sensitive enough to know to keep his distance, and kept the gang away from the back room as well. He did want to help the women though, so Cynthia had taken that role. He’d realized almost immediately they could stay in the Walmart short term, but it wouldn’t work for long. Eventually they would run out of dry food, plus they would need meat and other proteins to stay healthy.

  He also found out through Cynthia some of the women had children at home, alone, probably starving. They hadn’t wanted to risk the kids when they and their husbands had come to the store to find food. Cynthia had then explained about his powers, and while the women seemed a bit freaked out, right now near him seemed to be the safest place, which he knew was a little ironic.

  Except it wasn’t, he wouldn’t hurt a woman if she didn’t attack him, so it was safe. Still, creepy guy with zombies, he was surprised they hadn’t run the other way. Needless to say, Cynthia had a lot more empathy than she used to, and seemed to have it all handled to his satisfaction.

  He had his men load up all the big rolling garbage bins with food, there were twelve of them. Then they all left the store armed with food, weapons, and other camping type equipment. They were also taking a lot of seeds out of the garden center, for a farm. They walked through the town, picking up variously aged children and a few older people, and headed away from civilization into open country.

  He needed a place not too far, that had available water, land to plant some crops, and preferably a building or two already there. If at all possible, there should also be some kind of hunting or fishing nearby. He’d never been an outdoorsman, and really had no clue. Yet, he had all these people following him now, twenty-one zombie men, and one woman, who wouldn’t eat. It was the other thirty or so live women with children along that was his concern.

  He had no clue. He didn’t bother to do anything, and just waited. As he expected a little while later Cynthia came up with one of the woman. She was in the mid-thirties, with brown hair and eyes. She still looked attractive, but then he was in his thirties too. She didn’t look too scared of him, but she was wary. He didn’t judge that, if some guys had been ass raping him, he would be leery as well.

  Cynthia spoke softly in a melodic calm voice, “This is Terry. She might know of a place.”

  He smiled without showing his teeth and nodded at her to speak.

  Terry cleared her throat, “There’s a small tributary, with fish a few miles east. It’s near the Oslo reservoir as well. There’s some land of course, if you’re thinking of planting?”

  He nodded, “Big towns won’t work, especially right now. Once there’s an infrastructure of horse pulled wagons again, maybe that will change, and cities will happen again. But right now, we need to bring the people to the food, or where we can grow some. Even this,” he waved his hand, “The suburbs won’t work, because we need to hunt game as well. Prob
ably bird, or wild pig. I’m not sure if we could even plant enough in back yards for it to work if we didn’t have to hunt to survive. What about shelter?”

  Terry frowned, and then nodded. It was the simple truth, there was no way to get food to towns right now, the only options were to move to a farm, or make a new one.

  “There’s an old closed down school near there, should have plenty of room. We’d need mattress of course, and possibly more clothes. This is all insane isn’t it?”

  He nodded slowly, “Extremely insane. When we get to where were going, I’ll start the men gardening and send some out for mattresses. At first we’ll have to make due.”

  She nodded and asked in a rush, “Why are you helping us like this, you don’t know any of us.”

  He frowned, “Seemed like the thing to do. I’d probably be happy with just Cynthia, but with the power I have… I can turn the evil bastards into labor, and protect the good ones. Shouldn’t I do that? Plus, it will be nice to have the company.”

  He had the thought to add that eventually they might find some men that weren’t dicks, for the women. Another part of a successful community was children, the next generation. But considering she was most likely a very recent widow, and had been abused, he decided it would be stupid to mention it now.

  He waited for her to give him directions, and he was surprised she stayed with them. It was late afternoon by the time they’d covered the distance.

  He’d seen a few other people, they seemed to disappear into their houses, or hide as he passed. Those he did see had haunted eyes, and he wondered how many would die simply because they would sit on their ass until they starved to death. Not that he was judging, he’d been doing the same thing until he found out he had powers. No, he just truly wondered how many people would still be alive this time next year. All the millions in the cities around the world were already dead, so what now?

  He sent a few of the men to break into a mattress store and load up. It would suck for them, but they were undead so wouldn’t complain. The rest of them he set to breaking ground in the school yard field which was huge, and guarding the building, as he broke in and let all the woman in. For now, the women and children took a couple of the classrooms. Cynthia and him chose one as well, close by. They also put all the food into one of the rooms. The place was huge.

  For a moment he wondered what the hell he was doing, was he a mayor now, of his own little community? Life was truly strange sometimes. He sat down in the teacher’s chair, leaned back, and drank some water. He needed to relax badly.

  He heard the door shut, and lock, and looked up. God, Cynthia was so damn beautiful. She stripped, and then laid on top of the desk, wantonly opening her legs wide, offering herself to him as she looked up at him with desperate desire, and a sultry come fuck me look.

  It was almost as if she could read his mind, he chuckled at that thought, and then joined her…

  He sighed as he woke up. He had a sudden craving for coffee, but knew that wasn’t very likely. At least he had a mattress to sleep on, and a couple of changes of clothes. He turned and looked at Cynthia, lying naked next to him with her eyes closed. He wondered if she was really asleep, or just acting like she was because he’d wanted to sleep next to her.

  He shook his head, not supposing it mattered in the least.

  He woke her up with his morning wood, and when they finished they took a shower together in the locker room. A cold shower. He needed to work out a way to get hot water, he also wanted to figure out a way to keep the water going, eventually he knew the utility would fail, he was kind of surprised it hadn’t yet actually.

  He sent his zombies to shower as well, three at a time, so they didn’t start to stink badly, and then sent them on various raids for things they needed besides food. More soap, clothes, and other female necessities that the women had put on a list.

  It was toward the middle of the day that he felt a warning from one of his zombies, they’d never done that before. He got up and moved to the back of the school, where the specific guard was that had sent the warning, and there was what looked like a drug gang of some kind walking across the field, this was southern California after all, although they were a bit further north than those types had usually roamed.

  They had machetes in their belts, and were carrying baseball bats. He started to wonder if grabbing bows was a waste of time after all, maybe he’d been the only one to think of it after all. He walked out to meet them, as they came forward with smirks on their mouths, but of course all their gazes rested on Cynthia’s sexy body when they saw her walking next to him.

  He wasn’t proud of it, but she was dressing a little sluttier today.

  “What do you want?” he asked calmly before they spoke.

  One of them laughed, “Everything of value you have, and your woman. If you run now, we might let you live.”

  He knew he wasn’t going to talk them out of it, so he thought he’d get in at least one good insult before the fighting started. There were only six of them after all.

  He rolled his eyes, “Leave now, and I’ll let you. I’m running a women’s shelter of sorts here. We don’t have anything of value except perhaps dresses. Would you like a dress? It seems clear to me that it couldn’t be our soap your after…”

  He was being a bit cocky, and when one of them came at him without talking back or threatening first he was a bit flatfooted. The bat didn’t make contact though, Cynthia dodged forward faster than he could track, and stabbed her fingers into his neck. He stopped cold, and she tore his throat out and pushed him back.

  The other five stared in shock as she bent down in her black mini-skirt and halter top, and wiped the blood off of her fingers on the dead guy’s shirt.

  “I’m going to kill you mother fucker…” screamed one of them.

  That had been what he expected the first time, and he reached out and ripped the man’s life force out, it snapped out of him hard and fast, and the guy just fell to the ground like he had his strings cut. The others went wide eyed, and turned to run. He was afraid they’d just come back, or hurt someone else. So he reached out and took the rest of them long before they could escape, and then raised them.

  “Twenty-seven zombies and counting,” Cynthia said softly.

  He looked over at her in surprise, he hadn’t been thinking that at all, which meant she was thinking independently.

  She smiled, and kissed him, “You don’t want me to be like them baby.”

  It was true, he didn’t, he wanted her to be loyal, and obey him, even love him, but he also hadn’t thought it was really possible, that it would all be an illusion. He knew he was self-deluded, and honestly hadn’t really cared. Now though, he wondered just how real she could be? She was undeniably having independent thoughts, within those parameters. She’d also defended him when he hadn’t even passed that order, or thought of it. He could admit to himself that guy had caught him completely off guard by skipping the pre-fight insults.

  She was also a lot stronger and faster than he’d thought she was. He checked and saw she had a lot more life energy in her than the other zombies.

  He must have been feeding it to her when they… coupled.

  The six men got up, one with a regrown throat, and he sent them straight to the shower, before they’d come right back outside to help establish their crops. After all, he hadn’t been joking at all about the soap insult, they all reeked.

  He was even more bemused when they went back inside. He’d forgotten about the blood, and had stopped and waited, when Cynthia went into the women’s bathroom to wash her hands. He decided then that she could do whatever she wanted, wear whatever she wanted, as long as she didn’t betray him, or turn away from him, he wanted to see what she could become. She was already… magnificent.

  To his surprise, she stayed in the slutty outfit, and he wondered what that meant, since she had a choice. Did she want to dress that way to please him, because she loved him, or… he shook his head. Just trying t
o work it all out in his head started to give him a headache, so he decided to shrug it off, he certainly didn’t mind if she wanted to dress that way.

  The next week passed quickly. More people joined them, on both sides. Several people had taken note of his zombie activities in town, and followed them back to the school at a distance, out of curiously. It had been a nice surprise for him when they opened a dialog, and they were just looking for a safe place, that had food, and had a plan. There were also more troublemakers.

  By the end of that week he’d accumulated sixteen more zombies, for a grand total of forty-three. He also had several more families living under his protection, including the fathers this time around. He thought there were close to fifty people now.

  They didn’t seem scared really, but they were all a bit tentative at first, and seemed respectful. So it was all good to him. A couple of them even had some engineering know how. So they’d set up a tub, and a primitive hot water heater for it. They even went out and bought some PVC and hand pumps to pump water directly from the nearby tributary for when the water failed.

  As far as Cynthia, she had stopped surprising him when she did something rather independent. She’d even seduced him a couple of times, which wasn’t a big surprise normally, but since he hadn’t been at all thinking of sex at those times, he thought it significant. Not that she ever had to try very hard to do so.

  He still wondered at times if he was deluding himself, but he felt a lot less self-conscious about how he felt about her. He loved her, and couldn’t imagine going back to his life when he’d been alone.

  It was that night, at the end of that first week, when he got another warning. It was early morning, and he’d still been asleep, maybe an hour or so before dawn, he wasn’t sure since he forgot to wind the damn clock again. He jumped up and put on some clothes, and watched Cynthia do the same. He never got tired of looking at her.

  She looked over and smiled coquettishly, and he reminded himself he was needed outside. They ran out the front door this time, and looked around. He felt it then, he felt her. A life force unlike anything he’d seen or felt before. If a normal life force shone like a beacon, this one shone like the sun. He walked over that way a little warily, this was new and he didn’t want to do anything stupid. Even Cynthia looked a little wary at what we would find.