Nate's Story
#1 of The Legend
Nate awoke in a cold sweat. The Dream occurred again-- the same one that had haunted him each day that week. The people of his village all dead, but still alive. Zombies and the like didn't exist; they are myths, he reassured himself. A shrill scream ripped through the night air, sending shivers down his spine and tearing him from his thoughts. "It's how it started!" He gasped as he rushed to his window.
His mouth fell open.
What he saw, he'd wish on no man to see. In the road, bodies laid strewn like trash. Some of them twitching, as if dreaming a horrible dream, others standing like sentinels from hell. Their moans floated on the air like some grotesque melody of the insane. One of the aberrations turned to him, and Nate gasped when he saw that half of the man's head had been cleaved at the skull. The shambling creature groaned towards Nate, alerting several of the creatures nearby whom quickly joined in a choir of ghastly moans.
Another creature that had been hidden from Nate's eyes suddenly shot into view, ravenously pounding on the window. Nate stumbled backwards to the floor as shattered glass rained out on his stone floors. The hunger-mad creature began to crawl through, falling to the floor with a sickening smack. Nate scrambled back to the small fireplace that had been reduced to embers.
The mad creature stumbled towards Nate and he reached for a weapon - the only weapon he had in his house - The sword his father had left him years before. A large sword, studded with a deep violet jewel at the hilt. It had stayed undisturbed over the mantle of the fireplace, however now Nate had been glad he hadn't dulled it through use. He tore it from the holders and swung blindly at the monster that was closing in on him.
His swing connected with the abdomen of the monster, slashing a deep gash into the rotting flesh. The monster neither noticed nor cared that it's intestines now flailed loosely from it's carcass, it continued it's advance. Nate had time for one last swing. The sword sailed through the air, connecting with the neck of the heinous creature. The head split from the monster's shoulder, and ricocheted off the wall. The body fell limp, and Nate caught his breath as he noticed more had crawled through. The creatures stretched their arms to grasp Nate as he sprinted past their decaying forms, however they missed. He threw open the door and ran into the burning night air.
His lungs were in flames, and his side ached as his feet pounded the cobble stone. The city exit was fast approaching in the distance, the promise of his freedom was so close. A sudden sharp cry, caused Nate to glance down a fire-lit alley. A male reptilian soldier, was on the ground, one of his risen comrades snapped its jaws furiously at him. His hand at its throat to keep it from digging its razor sharp teeth into him. Nate thought of continuing his sprint but knew this Male needed his help, and abruptly changed course.
As Nate approached sword drawn and ready to strike, the male wrenched his hand quickly, snapping the head of the menacing creature. Three more of the beastly creatures shambled out from behind Nate. The closed off Alley provided no chance of escape.
The Male shot to his feet, as he scooped up his spear that had fallen to his side. "Human, Handle the one on the left," He whipped the spear around his body. "I'll get the middle and right." Nate and the Male charged. For every shot Nate made, the Male made two and dispatched the living-corpses with ease. When Nate had finally finished his own, the Male spoke. "Sorry, about being so bold as to order someone of higher class who was coming to help me." He shook his head, "But obviously this isn't exactly a normal shift. Name's Tyranus."
"Nate. Now, What's going on?"
"The Hells if I know." He pointed North, "I was on watch when they flooded in. Took out half my squad as we approached, I was trying to get that one medical aid." He pointed to the corpse, that he had killed with his bare hands. "I knew his family, we were... close."
Nate took notice of the Male's pain. "If you need time to mourn, I will stand watch wh--".
The choir of groans grew deafeningly loud, and both Nate and Tyranus ran from the alley. Farther down the cobblestone street, the dead started shambling forth. They poured from the houses into the main street, and started their slow paths towards the two. Neither knew why the dead chose to chase them, but they sprinted towards the exit.
Nate followed the lithe male as they ran across the forest floor. His lungs again burned with pain and his sides heaved. The town had long since passed from their view, but the smell of burning buildings and rotting flesh still permeated the once sweet forest air. Tyranus fell abruptly and Nate noticed the red sticky blood that had ran out between the cracks in his breast plate.
"You're hurt." Nate said between breaths. "Let me take care of that."
Tyranus nodded weakly. Nate wrapped the male's powerful arm around his neck, and carried him to the nearest tree to prop him up against. Tyranus was delirious, and provided little struggle as Nate removed the Iron Breastplate.
Underneath the armor laid an impressive body. The tender bronze- colored flesh was silky smooth, Nate noticed as he felt for the wound. There were deep cuts in his side, but no bites. "Bites don't spread this." He snorted to himself, as he dressed the wound with fabric from his clothing. With the bleeding staunched, his hands got curious, and he continued to move his fingers across Tyranus's body. His shoulders were broad and sinuous with steel-like tendons. The ripples in his abdomen remind Nate of the sea with its powerful rippling waves. His hands started going lower, his extended legs were beautifully rounded with thick cushioning muscles beneath the tightened leather pants.
"Nate..." Tyranus gave a boyish grinned as he returned to consciousness. "Getting a bit touchy-feely aren't we?"
Nate's face flushed red, "I-I'm sorry."
The neck snapping hands grabbed the sides of Nate's white t-shirt, pulling him into a straddling position over his legs with a fast yank. "No one will question anything we do here, so," His hands slid up under Nate's shirt, massaging his tender flesh. "Touch away."
The blood in Nate's face started rushing somewhere else. "I was thinking about doing more than touching."
"Mm mm. Have you ever done what your thinking?"
"No, but I've never swung a sword, seen a zombie, or had to flee from my hometown being chased by a horde of them."
Tyranus purred; his tail tapping excitedly as he pulled a cooperative Nate over his sex. "I go first to show you how it's done. Just pull my pants down so you can feel the best part of me."
Nate peeled off the tight leather pants that gripped Tyranus's smooth muscular legs. His semi-hard bronze sex slipped out from underneath the pants, and fell limply on his inner thigh. It reminded Nate of a sword hilt, except longer and thicker. He gripped it gently in his hands as if it were the most fragile thing, stroking the head with the most teasing touch.
"Suck it, but I don't want to blow off in your mouth, though."
He closed his eyes as he took the head between his warm wet lips. He felt Tyranus shudder with a deep groan. His tongue began to dance around the perfectly shaped head, and excited the young male. He withdrew only to run his lips down the long shaft, carefully biting the rock-hard cock's base.
Before Tyranus, Nate knelt erect. Slowly, he slid his night-pants off himself. His sex stood flushed with blood almost warming the night air with heat. Placing both hands at the bottom of his shirt, he tore it off. Rubbing his rear, He turned exposing it's curved surface and tender hole; Tyranus pulled out from under Nate and on to his knees. One hand wrapped sensuously around Nate's lightly tanned waist, the other playfully rubbed the saliva covered cock, over and around the virgin hole.
Nate groaned sharply as the head pushed in, his hole clenched around the large head. He felt Tyranus's other hand wrapped around his other hip, slithering towards his unprotected sex. The sudden powerful grip that surrounded his sex sent shivers up his spine. He expanded slowly as the cock wormed its way deeper inside him, forcing some of his innocent milk out of his cock.
Tyranus leaned forward, placing his hands next to Nate's to support himself. Nate felt his warm breath on his neck, before he spoke. "So tight." He groaned, "Too bad, I'm going to have to loosen you up a bit."
Nate felt the sliding shaft slithering though his insides. It's smooth texture made it slide easily through the tight hole, widening it then contracting it at a moments notice. He was so skillful that Nate felt little pain, and great pleasure with his slow graceful thrusts. The high notes of that pleasure found expression by escaping from his lips with a deep erotic groan.
Again, a moan came into Nate's ear. "I'm so close." He sped up, pounding and thrusting with a quickened pace. Nate could feel the rippling abs, wash over his back in quick waves of pleasure. He arched his back feeling his male lover's Carnal lust fill his body.
Nate held his breath, when the cock started to shudder at an immense rate. It pulsed his insides with a constant vibration that made his own cock envious. The snarls that Tyranus made showed how frantically he tried to halt his cumming, finally the snarl epoch into a groan of ungodly lust. Nate joined in on it as the warm cum poured into his body, filling him with sensations of wanting for Tyranus's hot juicy ass.
Tyranus quickly sensed the want and removed himself from the rear. He leaned forward on one arm and lifted his tail; His other hand gently rubbed his hole. "That dick of yours should make me nice and tight." One of his claws penetrated himself teasingly, "Most males find sex with me addicting, but before you know what addiction is... I need to make your cock wet'n'ready to fuck."
Tyranus turned meet with the hard cock of Nate. Nate grabbed it, pointing it to the awaiting mouth. Tyranus took the whole cock in one quick dive of his mouth, he sucked hard. The pleasure gripped Nate's mind almost causing his knees to buckle. The moist wetness of the mouth blanketed his sex with the sweet saliva of his lover.
"Sit down." Tyranus commanded. "I want to let you watch me fuck you."
Nate rested against the same tree Tyranus had. His erected cock was batted at by a playful Tyranus, before his straddled it. His velvety rear rubbed the cock, tickling it with new sensations. His tail held the erected sex upward as his ass lowered onto it, he smiled at the watching Nate. He gripped the head tightly, when it enter. He turned his body slowly, rotating it around the blunt head. Nate dug his nails into the ground, and lifted his head in ecstasy. Tyranus plunged the cock deep within his velvety rear, the silky flesh caressed Nate's hips. His arms wrapped around Nate's body, bringing them close as he started to rock back and forth on the cock.
"Nate..." He whispered. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling for you now."
"You mean...?" He paused as nonsexual sensations riptided into his mind, bring him intense pain. "We need to hurry..."
"What's wrong?"
"Just pump quickly, and get your clothes on fast."
Tyranus did as he was command. His speed increased as he heard the urgency in Nate's voice. It sent pain in his rear, but the cock began to pump its white juices into his rear. It finally exploded, into white streams but he didn't have long to enjoy the cum.
"Get off, quickly." Nate half-ordered and half-screamed. "Get your clothes on."
Nate was frantically, putting on his clothing, and scooping up his sword before Tyranus had barely put his pants on. "Nate! What in the hells is your prob--"
A deep longing groan of hunger erupted in the distance followed by a chorus of groans. They were gaining up on them at an alarming rate, the silent shuffle of the worming corpses had almost worked. Tyranus started putting on his armor as they poured from the trees-- hungry. Nate managed to lob off the head of one that came dangerously close to Tyranus.
"MOVE!" Nate screamed.
Tyranus scooped up his spear, there was no time to ask questions on how Nate heard the silent shuffle of the zombies. Partly, because Nate had already started to sprint with incredible speed.