604: 9.74 Proof of a Zombie's Love [M]

9.74 Proof of a Zombie's Love [M]

Cw: bloody sex0

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Zhao Bolin did not realize the underlying meaning behind Lu Yizhou's words at all. His breath hitched when a devastating grin spread across Lu Yizhou's face and then, he innocently waited for an answer. Instead, what he got was a nudge from another bigger and thicker thing on his throbbing entrance…

When the solid tip breached his soft inner walls, Zhao Bolin's golden eyes quietly widened. His lips parted in a surprised cry. "W–Wait… you're…" But Lu Yizhou did not wait. He had a tight grip around Zhao Bolin's waist. His hips gave a powerful thrust and in the next second, Zhao Bolin found himself being split into two! 

"...!!!" Zhao Bolin could not even let out a sound. His eyes widened to its maximum as he felt a monstrous length slowly pushing into his body with an unstoppable force, bringing with it the scent of blood and lust, as well as the suffocating pain. The length slid deeper and deeper into him, it was practically endless. Too… Too huge!! It was so huge that he could not breathe! The distant part of Zhao Bolin's mind knew that this had been his goal all along but now that he was really experiencing it, the only thought left in his mind was — I'm going to die. He's going to kill me on the bed!!

When Lu Yizhou bottomed out, Zhao Bolin's throat finally issued a choked sound and he scrambled to grip onto the zombie's shoulders for leverage, his nails leaving crimson marks across the smooth expanse of pale skin. He cried out in panic. "N–No… pull it out!!"

Above him, Lu Yizhou looked like he was experiencing immense pain. His brows were tightly knitted and Zhao Bolin could faintly hear the crack from how hard he was clenching his teeth. "Pull… it… out…?" Lu Yizhou repeated his words with heavy emphasis and all of a sudden, an ill premonition arose in Zhao Bolin's heart.

Sure enough, in the next moment, he felt the pulsating shaft inside him draw back inch by inch, brushing deliciously against his sensitive inner walls and sending tingles down his spine. Zhao Bolin let out a soundless gasp and his body subconsciously clamped down as though he did not want Lu Yizhou to leave. Zhao Bolin was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, especially when he saw the meaningful raise of Lu Yizhou's brow. How was he supposed to know that his body would react like this? He could not control it at all! 

Before Zhao Bolin could even feel relieved that Lu Yizhou was still willing to listen to him, the zombie suddenly thrust his waist forward and the entire length was buried in Zhao Bolin once again, this time even deeper to the point where Zhao Bolin could feel it on his throat! "...Ugh–!!" Zhao Bolin accidentally bit down on his tongue and tasted blood. However, he could not afford to care about it at all. He scratched, pushed and punched the zombie's solid body.. "You bully! Perverted bastard!!"

Lu Yizhou let out a chortle. "Bully? Perverted bastard?" Then without any preamble, he gripped Zhao Bolin's waist with both hands and started to set a punishing pace, showcasing the superior stamina of the Zombie King. In that instant, the remaining logic in Zhao Bolin's mind scattered into pieces and dissipated with the sweat that oozed out of his pores. Zhao Bolin threw his head back and moaned out loud. Heavens! This… How could this feel so…

The zombie leaned down and covered his body fully, his hot breath grazing against Zhao Bolin's crimson earlobe. "Who is the one who says that he wants to have sex with a zombie? Who is the one who asks me whether he tastes good or not? Hmm? I'm giving you the answer right now. Can you… ugh… hear it?" 

A particular rough shove sent Zhao Bolin descending into a crying mess, his pride and dignity as a respected figure of society thrown out of the window. The humiliating words were whispered deeply into his ear whereas his lower body was ravaged so roughly that the bed creaked dangerously beneath them. The double onslaught was too much for the virgin and inexperienced Professor Zhao to take. 

"You're a meanie…!" he writhed, trying desperately to escape from the rush of foreign sensation that threatened to turn his world upside down, yet any small movement only caused his walls to grind sensually against Lu Yizhou's murderous cock, drawing a loud moan from both of them. 

Oh God, this pleasure was too… intense! His hands, which were trying to push Lu Yizhou away at first, were now clutching onto the zombie tightly like a lifeline. Erotic sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh reverberated through the air, interlaced with the two people's unrestrained cries and grunts.

After a few delightful thrusts, Zhao Bolin felt his soul float out of his body and at the same time, a weak spurt of transparent liquid was released from his oversensitive cock. Every single nerve on his body seemed to have gathered where they were joined into one, actively transmitting the burst of ecstasy into his central nervous system. Zhao Bolin arched his back sharply and his lips rounded into a solid 'o'. This time, he indeed blacked out for a few seconds.

—Even then… he could still feel Lu Yizhou's hardness inside him. So hard, hot, and pulsing. The unique sensation seemed to have branded into his flesh, bones and soul, reminding him of a few familiar yet foreign scenes which he was sure he had never seen before.

Zhao Bolin was startled awake from his shallow sleep when the zombie started to roll his hips, letting his big cock bump deliciously on his prostate with terrifying precision. He cracked his eyes open in time to see Lu Yizhou lifting his head from his neck, his lips glistening with thick fresh blood. Oh…? Did he bite him again? Zhao Bolin's mind was too hazy to comprehend anything. 

He only gained a semblance of clarity when Lu Yizhou rammed deeper into him, reawakening his desire and rousing his badly aching body into life once again. "A–Ah…! Too fast! You're too fast!" His voice was so hoarse that it surprised even himself and Lu Yizhou responded by pounding into him harder, quicker and rougher, almost fucking the brain out of Professor Zhao's body. 

The orgasm crashed onto him with the might of a speeding train and Zhao Bolin screamed. At the same time, he felt a rush of thick, hot and viscous liquid filling his belly, again and again, so long that Zhao Bolin was going to be drowned in it. He gasped. Oh–Oh God, that was…! Before he could even catch a breath, Lu Yizhou suddenly leaned forward and chomped down on the side of his fragile neck again! Fresh blood burst out of his wound like a small fountain and sprayed onto Lu Yizhou's face, painting a grotesque yet enchanting image.

Alarm bells rang deep in his consciousness. Lu Yizhou had bitten into his carotid artery this time…! Zhao Bolin's eyes widened as breathlessness filled his lungs. The scent of blood, musk and death permeated every inch of his body. 

As if it was not enough, Lu Yizhou bit the flesh on his shoulder again. In a blink of an eye, a row of bloody wounds appeared along Zhao Bolin's shoulders to his upper arm, deep enough that even his bones could be seen. The sound of slurping, chewing and munching drifted into his ear, followed by the intermittent growl of a satisfied zombie.

The sharp pain sobered Zhao Bolin up and simultaneously offered him a different kind of pleasure, flinging him to the edge of the precipice. It was different from the previous orgasms he had. This time, it was accompanied by the thrill of dancing at the edge of life and death. His legs weakly spread around Lu Yizhou's waist as his withered cock released thin spurts of liquid and bubbles.

Zhao Bolin felt himself smiling as he sensed a loud purr coming from Lu Yizhou's chest.

Now, he understood what Lu Yizhou meant by letting him 'hear' the answer loud and clear. Lu Yizhou was not a talkative person to begin with. He preferred to show it through act to let the other party know what he was thinking. This unrestrained desire to devour him, to eat him up until they became one… was the best answer Zhao Bolin could think of. 

This was the proof of Lu Yizhou's love for him.

Shakily, he lifted his uninjured hand and cupped Lu Yizhou's cheek, his thumb brushing the speck of blood on the corner of his lips. He gave a dopey smile, "Does it… taste good…?" More. Eat more of me. Be unable to live without me. Absorb me into your body so that we can be together forever, was what Zhao Bolin wanted to say. But he found himself quickly losing strength as more and more blood poured out of the major gash on his neck.

Lu Yizhou clasped his hand gently and leaned his face into the touch, purring louder.

Zhao Bolin revealed a satisfied grin and the next second, intense dizziness from blood loss struck his head and he finally succumbed to the comfortable darkness that was beckoning for him.

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