A Sacrifice for the Undead: The Zombie Bride (Monster Erotica) (eBook, ePUB)
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A 6k word zombie monster erotica read with a medieval, rural village setting.In the year 1512, the village of Stonecreek guards against the zombie apocalypse it swears is coming with ritual sacrifices of their fairest maidens. The maidens go willingly, seeing it as a great honor to protect their people.What they didn't know is that the zombies like beauty more than brains, and are more interested in eating them... out.EXCERPT:I faced out, overlooking the eerie graveyard, and tried to hum softly to distract myself from runaway thoughts.In the distance, carried over empty fields and roll...
A 6k word zombie monster erotica read with a medieval, rural village setting.
In the year 1512, the village of Stonecreek guards against the zombie apocalypse it swears is coming with ritual sacrifices of their fairest maidens. The maidens go willingly, seeing it as a great honor to protect their people.
What they didn't know is that the zombies like beauty more than brains, and are more interested in eating them... out.
EXCERPT:
I faced out, overlooking the eerie graveyard, and tried to hum softly to distract myself from runaway thoughts.
In the distance, carried over empty fields and rolling hills, I finally heard the church bells tolling, echoing softly as if out from a reverie. I counted the echoes, feeling fear build a nest in my chest and burrow deeper within me, like a rodent searching for warmth in the depths of winter.
The final bell pierced the cold night.
And in front of my eyes, the ground suddenly vibrated, the dirt churning and frothing, suddenly like liquid bubbling in a witch's cauldron. I stifled a scream as a hand suddenly broke out from the dirt in front of a headstone, fingers unfurling with thunder-like cracks.
I watched, paralyzed, as another hand popped free from the ground. Together, with great effort, the hands gripped the dirt in front of the grave, pulling, grasping for purchase.
Finally, a head emerged from the roiling mound. Caked in dirt, with a bed of floppy hair, the being, whatever it was, propelled itself out from the hole, managing to get out to its waist.
Then, its eyes opened and rolled back, and I was confronted by two dots of ghostly whites. A moment later, the zombie's irises slipped back into position, and it blinked up at me, looking absolutely nonplussed by its awakening.
I screamed, my entire body seizing. I was merely a few feet above the ground, and most definitely within this creature's grasp if and when it finally decided to stand.
The creature immediately cringed, its hands slapping over its ears as if I had personally offended it.
"Would you be quiet for a moment, please?" the creature snapped, looking pained, like I was a personal inconvenience and annoyance.
In the year 1512, the village of Stonecreek guards against the zombie apocalypse it swears is coming with ritual sacrifices of their fairest maidens. The maidens go willingly, seeing it as a great honor to protect their people.
What they didn't know is that the zombies like beauty more than brains, and are more interested in eating them... out.
EXCERPT:
I faced out, overlooking the eerie graveyard, and tried to hum softly to distract myself from runaway thoughts.
In the distance, carried over empty fields and rolling hills, I finally heard the church bells tolling, echoing softly as if out from a reverie. I counted the echoes, feeling fear build a nest in my chest and burrow deeper within me, like a rodent searching for warmth in the depths of winter.
The final bell pierced the cold night.
And in front of my eyes, the ground suddenly vibrated, the dirt churning and frothing, suddenly like liquid bubbling in a witch's cauldron. I stifled a scream as a hand suddenly broke out from the dirt in front of a headstone, fingers unfurling with thunder-like cracks.
I watched, paralyzed, as another hand popped free from the ground. Together, with great effort, the hands gripped the dirt in front of the grave, pulling, grasping for purchase.
Finally, a head emerged from the roiling mound. Caked in dirt, with a bed of floppy hair, the being, whatever it was, propelled itself out from the hole, managing to get out to its waist.
Then, its eyes opened and rolled back, and I was confronted by two dots of ghostly whites. A moment later, the zombie's irises slipped back into position, and it blinked up at me, looking absolutely nonplussed by its awakening.
I screamed, my entire body seizing. I was merely a few feet above the ground, and most definitely within this creature's grasp if and when it finally decided to stand.
The creature immediately cringed, its hands slapping over its ears as if I had personally offended it.
"Would you be quiet for a moment, please?" the creature snapped, looking pained, like I was a personal inconvenience and annoyance.
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