Chapter 2 - Blue




Witch Hunt

[ Blue ]



Blue groaned as the light infiltrated his senses. His eyes blearily awakening to the rude sensation. He felt a small shift to his right. He smiled, Bee must have been awake. He turned over to see her rolled up in the blanket, her knees on her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Glowing orange eyes stared at him intently. 

He wasn’t sure if he should be delighted or confused. After all, Witches could be a tad unpredictable. 

“Blue.” She whispered, she hadn’t blinked the whole time. As if he’d disappear if she did.

“Bee.” He smirked as he poked her small button nose. She beamed, shuffling closer to wrap an arm around him, giggling all the while. It was a nice feeling, sharing a bed with someone who you liked a lot. She must feel the same, since her arm hadn’t left him. 

She crawled a bit closer, making a pleased noise as she felt his hardened length press against her stomach. She gave him a peck on the cheek. Her clawed hand trailed down his back, landing on his small butt. He had let out a small sigh in pleasure.

‘Everything on our Hunter is adorable. Well, except for…’ Bee’s other considered for a moment as she ground her muscled stomach against his dick. He let out a small chuckle and moved closer to her neck. Lips tickled her sensitive flesh; her own mouth lolled open for a moment. Bee cooed, the sensation of his lips caused small sparks to run along her spine. She smirked deviously. 

Her clawed hand pressed against his behind and pushed. His breath hitched through his teeth, the sensitive head and glans bumping over her abdominal muscles. She let a small giggle leave her, pulling her hand back. His body followed, and she pushed forth again. Precum dripped against her, which made the sliding process easier. 

Blue took another sharp breath. He held it for a moment. The feeling of grinding against her was different, but good all the same. He released his breath, and noticed a small shiver from Bee. Her neck hairs stood on end and small bumps had risen from her skin. At another pull from Bee, his penis glided over her strong body. It progressively grew more and more wet. 

He widened his jaw, teeth bared and his lips curled. His red eyes had lidded. He had seen Bumble do this once, in a particularly hardcore scene with Rose. His long tongue exited his maw, it's tip shakily pressing into her flesh. Bee gasped, accidentally tightening her grip and pulled him in roughly. His tongue pushed her skin, feeling the vein underneath pump blood at an increased rate. 

The wet muscle pushed and licked the bare skin, as though it massaged the sensitive flesh. Blue groaned, his hands rising to grab her shoulders, before his sharp teeth pressed against her bare neck. She whined, not allowing him to pull away, and shook her hips from side to side. 

The small friction was enough for him to groan. His teeth clenched a fraction and threatened to puncture her skin. Noticing this, he thought to pull away. He released a moment too late - one of his canines had bit through, and a small trickle of blood dripped down the side of her neck. Blue stared at it for a moment. Bee had frozen, uncertain what was to come next. 

His tongue dipped against the trail of red liquid, trailing up to its source. Bee did not feel pain from the action, embarrassingly, she felt the opposite. She gasped and thrusted unintentionally into him. The feeling of his tongue dance around her wound sent her mind into a haze. 

‘He’s going to eat us…’ The other thought, a small amount of excitement and fear playing around her body. She shivered as his wet tongue glided over the cut, it's gentle touch causing her neck to relax. His tongue slithered around the pinprick that released less and less blood, before it closed up. 

Blue lowered himself slightly, pushing a hand on Bee’s hip. She fell onto her back as he landed atop her with arms and legs on either side of her. They both breathed heavily. He lowered his head, their lips pressing into a chaste kiss. Her soft, plush lips were dominated by his thin ones. They wrapped and contested, but Bee yielded. Blue’s hands rose, his clawed nails gliding up her stomach. Bee moaned and pushed into the kiss, her arms moving to wrap around Blue. 

His nails dragged around her breasts, nearing her collarbone. The wetness of the kiss went unnoticed, and they moved into it messily and carelessly. He pulled back a moment, before pushing into her lips. Crushing them. Bee moaned into the kiss; his nails teased at her collarbone. They scratched at the thin piece of skin. Electricity shot through her body; her legs split apart.

They moaned as his dick fell between her legs. It pressed against her wet sex. Blue couldn’t help but let small thrusts go. The head of his penis felt as if it were being licked and grabbed at by her lower lips. His hesitation brought a moment for Bee to strike. Her lips spread open for a moment, Blue widened his gaze as her tongue pressed against his own. He pulled back a moment, but not enough for her tongue to exit fully. His own tongue followed through. She gasped lightly as the tip of his tongue prodded hers in the open air. 

Both fleshy muscles twirled and licked at one another. Bee moaned lightly. The pressure from the tip of his dick that pushed against her hot entrance teased her, made her legs feel like jelly. 

Whilst taking control in their activities had felt amazing, letting go once a while was oddly satisfying. Their tongues, now starting to feel dry, dipped into one another’s mouths. The long appendages flicked and ran over the others sharp teeth. Blue’s claws lifted from her collarbone, slowly tracing her neck. Their mouths retracted for a moment. Bee stared at Blue, somewhat disappointed that their kiss had ended. He lowered himself, one of his hands weaved through her hair. His hand gently pulled; her head followed, watching in curiosity.

His head moved down to the other side of her neck, the tip of his tongue pressed into her pale flesh. She bit her lip, eyes lidded, her clawed hand pressed into the back of his head. She stretched out her neck more, waiting for it to come. His tongue pushed in roughly, warm breath caused her to shiver in trepidation.

Blue’s other hand lowered to her inner thigh, his claws pressing into the muscle. His small thrusts halted. Bee gasped as she felt his dick line up with her wet entrance. He allowed the head to push in, his teeth scraping lightly along her neck. She let out a choked gasp.

Her heated walls nearly caused Blue to bite down. He restrained himself, still not used to the feeling of a vagina wrapped around his sensitive member. 

He didn’t move for a moment. His teeth grazed along sensitive skin, Bee squirmed slightly. Arms and legs tensed, relaxed and tensed again. Every quiver of her vagina made them both flinch in pleasure. He pushed in an inch, causing Bee to gasp. Blue groaned, his teeth, now placed firmly on her neck, dug into her skin. His canines pricked in by the barest amount.

“Eep!” Bee squealed, while not being in control was odd enough, being exposed to this sort of play was enticing. His rough tongue pushed into the small wounds, licking up her oddly sweet essence. He was always a fan of juicy meats, and he was hungry. He knew better to rip her apart though. His hands moved to grab her hips. Bee panted slightly.

He thrusted in fully and bit down on her shoulder, just enough to leave a mark, but not penetrate the skin. Bee let out a silent scream. Her insides coiled and tightened around his throbbing member. Her wetness seemed to explode around him, squirting into his crotch. She felt out of breath, his member pushing her walls apart. His clawed fingers dug into her wide hips, using them as handles as he drove into her. He thrusted slowly, allowing himself to be enveloped by her warm, tight and wet hole.

The slow pace made her whine and look at him pleadingly. She stared into his red eyes, his face remaining somewhat passive for the most part. A small twitch of his lips gave away his pleasure. She couldn’t help but huff and sigh with every slow motion he let. Her knees bent up as his hands trailed down her legs. He shifted as she moved, he pulled out momentarily, much to her chagrin. He kneeled and placed his knees either side of her, pulled her knees up to. Bee watched in fascination. 

‘Is he always innovative? I mean, we met him yesterday. This is about the… fourth sexual encounter we’ve had.’ Her other part thought, her calves easily sat on his shoulders. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned forward. As he did, his hardened member pierced her aching sex. She moaned out, the feeling was entirely different, as though it was rubbing against a different good spot.  He leaned to lick her lips slowly. She reciprocated and leaned forward to meet his kiss halfway. Their lips mashed together in a fierce lip lock. Fighting over dominance for the pace. Her hips trembled, his lack of movement both teasing and stimulating at the same time. She could feel the large veins throb within her, the slight convulsions of his length push at her walls. 

He continued thrusting at a small and light pace, the head bashing repetitively on that good spot. Her mouth lolled open, sparks of pleasure flowing through her spine and body. Blue clenched his teeth, not at all ready to start thrusting. Every time he reached to the base, he’d have the urge to release. He attempted to pull out further, using his hands to keep himself upright whilst kissing her. She was relentless, her eyes lidded for a moment, her teeth bit into his lip. His eyes widened and he stopped moving. She groaned, twisting her lower half against him. She miscalculated and drew blood from his lip. She released her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue come out. She lapped at it, his oddly bitter taste was satisfying. It had been some time since the Witch had consumed raw, warm blood. 

Blue thrusted madly and tore into the sheets of the bed with his claws. His toes curled and his body tightened. Bee gasped, the head of his dick smashing into her good spot. The sparks of pleasure reverberated through her, like a heat had swelled up within her. It travelled down to the part that felt the best, her sensation of touch was thrown further. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth, losing concentration to keep her jaw clenched or her tongue within. She noticed that her breath had faltered. She tried to breathe deeply, though every time he pistoned until he was fully inside, caused her gasp out. Short breaths came out in moans and groans, small droplets of sweat formed on both of them.

The wet slapping flesh meeting flesh rapidly. The warm, wet heat that wrapped around him was his world. He’d experienced it for the first time the night before, but would never grow used to it. The expression on Bee’s face made him go faster, her bright orange eyes staring into his. Her tongue hung loosely from her open maw. Her claws wrapped around him pulling him closer so that his head rested on her shoulder.

His thrusts grew heavier, sliding in and out as wet ‘schlicking’ noises started to fill the room with their loud moans. The bed creaked as his thrusts nearly crushed her. If she was thin and weak, this would have broken her. Instead, she moaned louder. His head slowly rose up over hers. She stared into his red eyes. Two crimson pools of blood that seemed to trap her, to swallow her. It left her body numb, her knees growing weak. She could feel it coming. Coming… coming… His teeth bared and bit her neck.

 ‘We’re..!’

 “Cumming!” Bee screamed out, her muscles tensed, another squirt of warm liquid escaped as his thrusts grew more feral and random. Her knees shook violently, her arms pulled him in closer. Her eyes going cross eyed as she clenched her teeth. Sharp bolts stimulated across her body. Hips slapped against hips still. Blue hadn’t given in. Bee went wild, thrashing her head from side to side, toes curled so much it nearly hurt. Her mouth opened wide, letting a silent scream as she realized he wasn’t done. His teeth still dug in, close to penetrating the skin.

He could feel her insides twist, a small vacuum formed. He could feel himself beating against something near the end of her vagina. It felt like it was giving small kisses to the head of his penis every time he pushed against it. Like it was trying to suck something from him.

‘Is that… really where the semen is deposited... to make a child?’ He didn’t have much to ponder on it. His predatory mind now focused on trying to break that barrier. Savage thrusts followed through, his length throbbed powerfully. He could feel himself nearing his finish. Bee’s body had relaxed somewhat. Her breathing grew broken and her eyes seemed glazed. He smirked, pride built up within him that he could make his lover like this. A small idea came through his lust-filled mind.

“You’re definitely… gonna have… a baby!” He moaned out between thrusts. It garnered a reaction from Bee, who, at first seemed alarmed. Then suddenly very pleased with herself. He thrusted as deep as he could, holding it there where what must have been the uterus stuck to his head. It threw him over the edge, where he slipped slightly further. The last inch let in as he speared through her uterus, and he climaxed. Bee shook as she felt his dick swell in size and break into where nothing else had. He made small thrusts with every release of semen. 

Bee bit her lip, every spurt made her twitch. She gasped heavily at much needed air that felt forced from her. He pulled slowly out of her, causing both of them to groan. They laid down in a small pile of wetness. His cum dripped out of her slowly. She smiled stupidly at the one thought that stayed in her mind.

‘We’re gonna be parents.’

Blue smiled at her face, she may not have noticed it, but small tears had grown on the corners of her eyes. He knew that whatever happens next, would be alright.


[ Eight years later. ]

A small infected girl stumbled across a small garden. Her small, bladed claws stretched and relaxed with every step. The coolness of the concrete floor felt nice against her overly warm feet. 

She took slow steps as she took in the garden around her once more. The warm air flowed past her pointed ears. They tickled at the sensation, causing a small smile to tug at her thin lips. Her red eyes trailed the yellow-green leaves of a small tree. They passed over to another small bundle of red flowers. Small bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower.

The trees, flowers and other plants seemed to hold a hidden life to them. Their silence allowed a home for the creatures inside - small worms that dug through the dirt. The insects that lay on the bark. Even some birds nested on the branches of the larger trees.

She came to halt, a large butterfly catching her attention. Its orange and black wings perplexed her. If it could fly, why didn’t it all the time? If it didn’t want to, what was the point of having wings? She stared at it a while longer. It was important that she didn’t touch any of the flowers Mister Steve grew. The butterfly was pushing its nose into one of those flowers. 

Maybe it did not fly because it wanted to let others know it was beautiful?

‘Am I… beautiful?’ 

She poked her small blue dress in thought, tapping her small bare feet on the cement. The clothing came down to her knees, thin straps sitting loosely on her shoulders. Her short white hair flowed slightly as she stared on. She’d usually wear her hoodie, but Summer got too hot to wear it.

The navy blue hoodie was often a place of comfort for her. It reminded her of her father. She rose her small clawed hand up to her neck, clasping a small silver necklace with an emblem of a bee on it. They had found the gift earlier that year.

She loved her parents, but they often had to leave for meetings. They didn't want me to be exposed to the mean Hunters, so they left me in the care of Mister Steve and Miss Liza, both of which took great care of me. Even the other infected didn’t seem bothered, rather happy, around Mister Steve.

She kneeled down, getting a closer look at the butterfly. It didn't move, content with where it was. Just like her. Little stomps caused her to cast her eyes to the corner.

Mister Steve slowly stomped over to her, his small eyes locking onto hers. Miss Liza still near him, holding onto one of his arms. His other big arm waved. The small girl waved back and sighed, wanting to go back home. She liked being at the garden, and she certainly liked being with Mister Steve and Miss Liza.

Mister Steve had a habit of speaking in broken. That was alright, she got taught how to talk by her parents. They were the cleverest out of everyone she had met. It was slightly annoying that she could only speak her thoughts to them. But dad said that maybe more like me will be born, and I'll make friends when all the bad Hunters start to, in his words, ‘grow the fuck up’.

Willow sighed, hoping that was the case.

“Blue and Bee… back soon. No worry,” Mister Steve said with a loose smile, tongue hanging out while Miss Liza watched on. She was worse at talking than Mister Steve, not a word could be made from her mouth. Always looking on with those dull white eyes. But she was nice, so that was alright.

|I|

Genesis jumped around happily. His singlet hung tight to his body and his long tracksuit pants flapped around his legs. He chased a small lizard that had been evading him for some time. Only because he let it though. He relished the chance to be let out to play. The other kids didn’t seem all that interested in chasing things, only in fighting and making little groups. There were only eleven other children, but they all seemed interested in other things. Each pair of children were the same age, not twins exactly, but Leader said that only two children were to be born a year. Which meant him and Shine were the oldest. 

Shine was given the name because of her pure white skin and blonde hair. She ‘shined’ in the light. Technically he was the eldest, but she liked to boss around the other kids. Probably got that from her dad, who was also Leader. Who was an old ass.

The older Hunters liked to meet up in this large building every few months. It was full of clothes and stuff, long hallways and metal stairs. With some flashing lights here and there. The Hunters would share reports, about yadda yadda and whatever. He jumped in front of the lizard, making turn sharply to run down the hallway. 

He was an outcast amongst the other children near his age. He liked to play head games rather than running around, or beating each other up. He could understand why Shine would try and be the leader of all the other kids, because deep down everyone knew that she may be the next Leader. 

He turned another corner and found that the lizard scurried underneath a door.

Genesis licked his lips. He was starting to get hungry. He opened the door slowly. The darkness of the room was slightly jarring. He could hear heavy breathing. He smirked. Heavy breathing was usually the obese trying to hide. And they were fun to pop. He made a small turn, hand reaching out to find the light switch. 

He flicked it, the lights turned on. His vision grew hazy for a moment. 

His mischievous smirk turned to a face of horror.


|I|

The shopping mall, or Leader’s main base near the centre of Thecity. Held enough supplies to be shared around the pack for some time. It was large enough to hold a whole host of Hunters, and around the same distance as other outposts. All outposts would meet monthly and Blue would always attend, due to being stationed in the northern outpost.

There had been talks of attempting to find ways to sustain a food supply. Whilst they would prefer meat, Hunters and others could survive off vegetables. Attempts to recreate the lands that provide these foods, and the seeds required was the most difficult part of all this. However…

Blue shoved his report through the bars. The other Hunters seemed to have caught up in language, rather than just their pointing and growling. 

The bars were already a part of the mall. They pulled down from the ceiling, cutting off entry to the other side of the mall. Blue looked over at Bee. She had been leaning against the wall in mild interest. They met the pack on the fourth floor balcony. It wasn't too hard to meet, an elevator made it easy to get up to once upon a time. But it stopped working. It was rude that after all this time, the pack insisted staying away from the Bee. Seeing her as a danger, but not attacking as she did help Blue.

His report included a note on reduced activity in his area. Which wasn’t a good thing. Acids, riders and large-arms were going missing. Slowly and at a steady rate. Though, all the other Hunters chalked it up to their own deaths, due to them being weak infected in the first place. But he thought it may have to do with the spring of mutations in the newest generation of infected.

They had begun to show new abilities. Seemingly random, from useful to redundant to near non-existent. The idiot Hunters didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it was good that competition was leaving.

If something out there was killing the simpler infected, then they may come for the pack next. Yet, the lack of bodies and evidence had caused the Hunters to not suspect what could be a threat. Instead, they jumped at the chance to get more territory. Over the past years they had claimed half of Thecity. The centre was constantly contested with behemoths and long-tongues, but the past few months it had quietened. An advantage the pack were all too happy to take. 

He sighed inwardly. The meeting was soon to be finished and he couldn’t wait to go back to Willow. 

Bee nudged him and smiled sweetly. They had aged a fair amount. It had been sixteen years since he had been a Hunter. Eight of those years had been tending to Bee and their daughter, Willow. But he was getting old now. Technically, his years spent in this world had been forty in total. He hadn’t a clue how old Bee really was, but it must have been around the same age. The flesh used technology to elongate their lives, but the infected didn’t have the knowledge to operate such advanced machinery. And their affliction from the infection took a toll on the body. He didn’t expect to live much longer. 

Leader looked much worse though. He was technically forty-eight. His jumps were weaker, his body seemed to atrophy. Yet, he still somehow managed to inspire others to be with him. His white hair had thinned out, lines had covered his face. Any of us would be lucky to live past sixty.

It was a shame that they had to talk through a large metal door. The Pack, after all this time, still didn’t trust Bee. Still afraid of her attacking them. She didn’t seem bothered by it, saying that they were ‘just a bunch of limp dicked and small breasted assholes’. 

He sighed, hoping to get to Willow soon.

A high pitched scream, followed by a deep roar caused all of the Hunters and Bee to freeze. Rose and Bumble dashed to the metal door, pushing another Hunter out of the way. Blue and Bee ran to the railing, looking over the edge. 

Genesis fell back before a large, muscled figure crashed through a door frame. The small Hunter was frozen, merely staring into the beady eyes of the behemoth. The wrathful infected swung, but Genesis broke from his stupor and leaped over the railing. 

His timing was off.

Genesis’ foot snapped on impact with the ground. He slipped and his torso smashed into a bench. He rolled off,  breath hitched, cries coming in gargled gasps as he held his stomach. The behemoth ignored the railing and barged through it, crashing into the floor.

The young hunter barked in pain, his hands tightened. Something other than his foot must have been broken. 

There was nothing the pack could do. Not with the metal door between them. It was locked completely with no way to break through. He could hear them. Bumble and Rose crying out in fear already. Their voices so very distinct and so much louder than every other sound.

Blue didn’t know what to do. What should he do? What could he do?

Genesis crawled toward the wall, trying to get away from the pursuing behemoth.

Bee couldn’t take her eyes away from it. A real child, born of hunters. Was going to die. She could see them, his parents trying their damnedest to get to him. But they wouldn’t get to him in time, no, none of them could do anything abou-

Bee gasped.

Blue jumped from the railing, diving down head first toward the behemoth, screaming out before raking claws down his back. The larger infected swung around in surprise and anger, it’s giant hand slammed squarely into Blue’s chest. He flew back into the wall. The behemoth looked back to Genesis, raising his fists up. Rose screamed out, hands bashing on the metal door. 

A metal baseball bat cracked the behemoth’s stubby leg, behind the knee, causing it to cry out. Blue, with a trail of blood coming out of his mouth, screamed out as he swung the heavy piece of metal into the muscled back of the wrathful infected.

The behemoth roared in fury as it turned to Blue, bashing his fists into the floor, causing tiles to shatter and pieces of the bat to shatter. Blue backflipped, hands pushing off the ground before landing in a crouch. 

Bee, confused and scared, ran towards the escalator. There were four flights, but she had to try to get down there.

‘Why isn’t our idiot getting to the child? Why is he staying there?!’ Her other panicked as she ran down the fourth level escalator.

Blue grit his teeth. He had felt two ribs creak, almost shattered from the behemoth’s swing. His hand rose to grip into his bloody, torn jumper. Panting, he noticed that Genesis was limping away, heading for the escalator. His foot was twisted in an odd direction. His attention focused on the brute, yelling and shaking in fury. There seemed to be a certain familiarity to this Behemoth, the smell was almost the same as another. Blue flinched in realisation.

‘This behemoth is the same one that attacked Genesis. And chased me off.' His hand twitching slightly. Anticipation or fear, he did not know.

The large infected picked up a nearby arcade machine, tossing it with little effort. Blue ran towards it, slid under it, and sprinted. Straight towards the behemoth.

The pack wasn’t going to help him. They couldn’t. Bee was too far away. No one to save him this time - he could run away. At the risk of Genesis’ life.

He leaped at the behemoth, fist crashing into its skull. An audible crack resounded through him, but it wasn’t the behemoth who had broken. Blue screamed out and jumped off its torso, narrowly avoiding another swing from its fist.

He gripped his hand, sweat dripping down his face. The bones in his fingers had snapped. The behemoth stumbled back, groaning slightly. It yelled as it locked onto Blue.

‘If I were to run away again…’

Blue jumped back, landing atop the broken arcade machine. He flinched. His broken hand touched the cool metal. If one hand was already broken, then breaking it more wouldn’t mean much to -

He looked back up to see the behemoth raise its arms to smash the machine. Blue leapt to the side, his arms covering his face as he rolled onto the floor. Debris and metal flung by him, crashing into the floor and breaking the tiles. Red eyes narrowed on the behemoth. 

‘How could I ever expect to be of any real help?’

He turned to see Genesis, stumbling up the stairs. His pained sobs had quietened. But would still attract the wrong attention. He was not quick enough. If he were to falter now, then Genesis would be next.

Something bright shone in his eye - a small shard of broken, jagged glass with a pointed tip glinted in the light.

‘If I can’t beat this thing with my own strength.’

The behemoth grunted, steadily moving towards Blue.  He rolled away from another crashing fist and flung himself up from the roll, cringing from the pain of his broken hand. The same hand that grasped the sharp edge of the glass. Blood dripped from his palm, the tip of the shard pointed at the floor.

Broken. Old. Blood.

The bandage on his arm was ripped off and wrapped around his good hand, his fist covered by several layers of cloth.

The behemoth grabbed onto the arcade machine again, twirling it around and releasing it. Blue didn’t move. The machine flew over him. The corner of metal box flicking his hood off his head. His blood red eyes stared down the grunting behemoth. A small stream of blood trickled down his face. It ran down his head, down his nose and over his lips. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

‘I need to think outside of what I am.’

Blue crouched down, his bandaged hand pressed into the ground. He planted his bare feet into the broken floor. Blue leaped, curling his uninjured hand into a fist. The behemoth’s arm swung. His feet landed on its large forearm, propelling himself toward the behemoth. 

The shard pressed into the thick muscle, where it’s neck would be, cutting into the tough flesh by an inch. 

‘More than flesh. Less than monster.’

His other arm reared back, and punched into the glass, cutting into the cloth of the bandage. He pushed it all the way into the behemoth’s throat.

‘Just a Hunter.’

The behemoth flailed wildly, making several choking noises as its own blood gushed over its chest. 

Blue jumped back, gasping for air and holding onto his broken, bleeding hand.

The wrathful one, shakily, grasped at its face. Blood dripped onto the floor, and spit flew with every hacking cough. Before falling to its knees and onto its back, it drew one last wheezing breath.

“He did it!” Bee yelled, a wide smile on her face, flying down the last set of steps. She put her arms around Genesis, hauling him over her shoulder. He breathed heavily on her neck.

Bee’s smile quickly disappeared, a frown taking its place. Her eyes widened.

DripDripDripDripDrip-

Blue swayed back and forth, his eyes lidded slightly. He let a single cough, blood splattering out of his mouth. 

He fell forward, and Bee screamed.

|I|

Bleary red eyes opened in the darkness. Long deep breathes comforted the body. A reminder of life. Little yellow-green leaves rustled against one another. Small gusts of wind brushed against sensitive skin. The cold cement contrasted nicely with the warmth of the body. 

Willow yawned, stretching her arms over her head as she sat upright. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, disgruntled by the dry taste. Steadily, she made her way to the water tap and drank. She sighed in pleasure when her mouth no longer tasted like dirt.

She looked over to the sleeping forms of Mister Steve and Miss Liza. Mister Steve laid on his back, big arms by his sides and tongue lolling to the side. He snored loudly, but it wasn’t an issue, it was alright. Miss Liza lay in an upright position against his side. Snoring just as loudly.

They were just so cute. Willow wished they would just hug like mother and father do sometimes. The kind of hug that they said was naughty.

Willow giggled, looking back to where the butterfly was earlier that day. It had left a long time ago, but the memory of it was fascinating. It had jumped from it’s spot, nearly whacking Willow in the process and giving her a small scare. The butterfly’s wings had flapped elegantly, flying through the air into the sunlight. Willow had watched on in fascination, and found that waiting for it to fly was well worth it. It had left through an open window pane after flying around the garden a few times. 

Then the sun had set, and Mister Steve and Miss Liza grew tired. All the bees had buzzed away, the insects chirped quietly and the birds nestled in their nests asleep. It was an amazing process to witness every time. The flowers seemed to close up and go to sleep too. Even the flowers were alive. They needed care, like she did. She watched every moment. Never touched, and when all the flowers had gone to sleep, all was silent. 

Night time always made everyone tired. But not Willow. She felt more awake in the night than in the day. It irked her parents, how they yearned to have her sleep when they wanted, because they were tired and she wished to play. They were good though, always trying their best to have fun. They even let her sleep in their bed when she wanted. 

Willow took a long breath and smiled. She’d sleep properly tonight though. They’d be back tomorrow. She couldn’t wait to dress up with mother. And to jump and play with father. Watch silly infected dawdle about and watch father hunt. It was all fun. One day she was going to be like them.

They’d be back soon.

Little sparks of electricity bounced off her. She giggled as they tickled off her skin. It would always happen when she felt really happy, or sad, or angry. She remembered when she was littler, it was a constant pain for her parents. Her temper tantrums would give them a shock.

Then she’d find it funny when they cried out, and she’d shock them more.

She let the little bolts of energy spark off her claws, fascinated by how the little lines of light came and left in an instant. Yet within such a short amount of time, left small impacts around them. Willow had seen a lightning storm come through Thecity once. The lighting that crashed down, with such force that the sounds of explosions through the air scared her at first. The sounds on her sensitive ears left them a little sore. But after growing used to them, seeing the lightning crash and shoot across the sky left her enamoured. She wished she could do what lightning could do. Then all the bad infected would go away.

Another deep breath, and the sparks on her claws dissipated. She yawned, laying back down and thought of sleep. It would not come, but when it did, she would be happy.

Because she would see her parents again soon.

|I|



How long was it since the face that once was, that stared back in this reflection, had changed?

He’d asked that question over and over. When he saw his face, he wondered. How long was it since he had truly changed? Not from flesh to Hunter, but from the mindless infected to the memories and thoughts that made him. He thought, therefore he existed. 

Blue smiled. The long deep breaths that filled him were comforting. A gentle reminder that he was still here to enjoy his time. With Bee and with Willow. The back of his bandaged hand gently wiped the foggy glass. His shower, with the aid of Bee, had went well. Willow was, understandably, concerned and afraid when he had turned up at the garden in a state of injury. Her short sparks that flecked off her when she cried made his heart clench.

Tears were associated with sadness, but Willow seemed happy that he was alright. They had returned home and he had rested for nearly two days. His strength had returned, but he was constantly taken to bed or told to sit on a couch for fear of further injury. Bee was not the culprit of this over dramatic behaviour, but the pouts and tugs of Willow convinced him every time.

He sighed in the foggy room, staring at his bandaged hand. Perhaps a little too long for Bee’s taste, who gently rested her claws on his shoulder and pecked his cheek. There was worry in her orange eyes. He smiled, ignoring the aches within the bones of his hand. He had felt them begin to snap back together, his strange regenerative mutation fixing all his injuries. The cut had repaired fully in an hour, after his fight with the behemoth. 

A small touch to his crotch brought him back. Bee was pouting, standing over him and staring into his eyes. He returned the pout, somewhat pleased with himself when she giggled. Her eyes lidded and she licked her lips, pulling her face into a devilish smirk. Blue blinked before he realized her hand slid down his body and nudged his crotch with her fist. 

“You made me scared. I was angry at you. But thinking back on how you killed that behemoth…” She trailed off and squeezed her eyes closed, humming deeply, “It makes me so excited.” She punctuated her last word by running the end of her claw along his shaft lightly. Blue trembled as his sensitive penis was teased. 

She knelt down in front of him. He looked down in surprise, they’d done things with their mouths before, but only on special occasions. She kissed the head of his hardening member, her orange eyes looking up as her tongue slithered out from her cushiony lips. Its tip prodded the pronounced vein, his heartbeat fastened. The tongue’s tip travelled around his now erect sex. It did not dry out, rather, an endless stream of saliva dripped down her tongue.

The wet muscle swished along the side of the shaft. The wet coating making it easier to run her tongue along, rather than tug at dry skin. She ran it along a few times, concentrating as his dick bounced against her tongue every time she prodded the side. Tongue sliding underneath, he gasped lightly as one of the more sensitive areas was pressed. 

Bee chuckled inwardly, the first few times they tried this, they both fumbled about to find what felt nice. Years of experience slowly paid off, and playing with one another’s bodies was far easier than the first few times. Her tongue travelled lower, rolling over his ballsack. She opened her mouth, letting her tongue push out the whole way so the bottom of his heavy balls sat on her tongue. The saliva dripped down and coated his balls, she wasn’t ashamed to slurp it all back up.

At first, she was embarrassed that she desired to do such things, thinking that Blue wouldn’t like it. She breathed in heavily, the scent of his wet dick was both intoxicating and stimulating on her senses. Bee thought it weird that both she and him found it enjoyable. Blue found it incredibly arousing, so she wasn’t in a position to complain. His wet dick slapped her forehead and the side of her nose, the base of the thick appendage pressed against her nose. She breathed in heavily, enjoying the combined liquid of his precum and her saliva. Long claws climbed the side of his thighs, resting on his hips. She released his ballsack, the sticky substance leaving strands attached to her face and his dick. 

He grunted, enjoying the slick sensations she brought. Her tongue climbed up under his shaft, her puffy lips returning to kiss his purple head. One of Blue’s eyes closed, they hadn’t played like this in a long time. He stifled a breath as she opened her maw, slowly letting him enter her mouth. Salty precum tickled her taste buds. The warm glue-like substance, while sticky, was very welcome. Her lips wrapped around the throbbing head, Blue moaned lowly. Her orange eyes trailed up to his face, her cheeks sucked inwards making her lips stick out. Blue rose a hand to hold over his mouth, he didn’t want to wake Willow after she’d finally gone to sleep. Bee’s nose flared as she attempted to only breathe through her nose. 

‘Is she going to-” His thoughts were broken as Bee bobbed her head down halfway down his throbbing member. He bit down on his hand, stifling what would have been a loud groan. The squishy walls of her mouths sucked hard, her tongue flicked at the tip. The first few times they tried using their mouths on one another, they had a hard time keeping their teeth away. That would hardly ever happen now, as all Blue could feel was the warmth envelop him. Bee smirked, enjoying how he struggled to hold himself together.

Her lips tightened on his shaft as she moved back. His cock left her mouth entirely in a warm coating of saliva. Blue breathed in heavily from the teasing experience. Bee winked at him, before descending on his dick once more. He stifled a moan as she reached halfway down his rod, she nearly gagged as the head prodded the back of her throat. Sucking noisily at his large dick, she bobbed her head back and forth. Running her tongue along his shaft and dragging her wet lips of the head.

One of his claws left his mouth and latched onto the sink, gripping it tightly and accidentally sinking his talons into the wood. She hummed pleasantly as she sunk onto his cock faster. Warm, bitter cum dripped onto her tongue in rapid succession, whilst he wasn't on the verge of orgasm, he still let out a surprisingly large amount of semen. The corners of her mouth lifted, she knew she picked a good mate. Saliva stuck to her cheeks and dripped down her chin, softly splashing against the tiled floor below.  The spit from his saliva came as sticky strands that attached to her face messily. She sucked it all up greedily as she bobbed along his cock faster.

Blue grunted, signalling Bee he was close. She pulled away from him entirely again.

Before he could make a noise, he bit into his lip as her mouth completely swallowed him to the base. His dick now lodged in her convulsing throat that attempted to push out the intruder. She lifted her head from the base of his cock to the tip, placing claws on other side of his hips. She jammed her head down his dick again. Blue gasped out from the sudden deepthroating, her bobbing went from the middle of his cock to the base. The tip ran along her tongue and pushed down her neck, visibly distending her throat. 

Puffy lips kissed the bare skin of his crotch. Her tongue poked out slightly to prod the ballsack that slapped against her chin heavily. Blue wasn’t bothered from the ball slapping, and let out low moans as Bee noisily sucked and thrusted her head along his throbbing dick. The soft, wet walls of her throat compressed around him, almost coaxing him to release. One of Bee’s orange eyes had closed, while the other lidded. She continued this over and over, until Blue bit out a cry, both his hands landing atop her head and pulling her off. 

“I’m gonna-” He clenched his teeth together, as Bee tried to push forward to latch onto his large appendage. She settled for licking the head rapidly. A stream of thick white cum jetted out, most of it landing in her mouth. The rest splashed against her upper lipped and landed on her messy saliva ridden face. Another release and groan followed as more came, splashing against her button nose and already closed eye. His hands trembled with his final release, all of it sprayed in her mouth, but dribbled out onto her chin in breasts. It coated her outstretched tongue entirely, strands of saliva still connected from his shaft and her face. His hands weakened for a moment, allowing Bee to latch onto his extremely sensitive head. 

He hissed out in equal parts pleasure and pain, as Bee seemed to desperately suck out the remainders of his cum that may have gotten stuck in his softening dick. She released his dick with a pop, letting out a satisfied sigh as she rubbed in the saliva and cum into her breasts.

“Need another shower.” He mumbled, spraying her with water, to which she indignantly let out a small ‘eep’.

|I|

From outside the door, a small red eye peeked through a keyhole. Her trembling hand sparked with electricity. And a small protrusion threatened to tear her underwear...

She bit her lip and walked back to her bed. The naughty magazines she found would help her after seeing her parents special kiss.

She had felt guilt and disgust the first few times she saw them do that kind of stuff. Seeing fluids all over the place just looked wrong. But it made her strangely tingly. The kind of tingly that made her thingy get all hard and hurt. 

One day, hopefully, she'll get her own person to have a special kiss with.




