Chapter Twenty-One: Seras Victoria

Satisfied with her kill count for the day, Seras Victoria got to her feet and lifted her anti-tank cannon, slinging it over her shoulders. She’d been stuck in the hellish city for nearly a week and had blasted or torn her way through more zombies than she could remember, as well as a number of other creatures. She’d refrained from feeding up until that point, not trusting whatever evil had tainted the undead humans, but with no escape in sight and her stomach rumbling to be satisfied, Seras figured beggars couldn’t be choosers. Given the variety of things she’d feasted on previously, she was confident that her vampiric constitution would be able to handle whatever disease had reanimated the corpses.

The six-story office building had made for an excellent sniper’s nest. Seras had been picking off the zombies wandering out of the nearby school for hours in an attempt to hold back her hunger. As she made her way into the building and down the stairs, the busty vampire’s thoughts turned to the last of the undead creatures she’d blown away. There was something off about the redheaded woman who’d come stumbling out of the school. She hadn’t looked like she’d belonged in the world either. Too bad she was a bloody dead head, Seras thought. I could have squeezed her for information before draining her.

Now that she’d decided to give up fasting, Seras was painfully aware of just how badly her stomach grumbled for sustenance. Kicking open a door leading out onto the streets, her eyes flashed crimson as they scanned the ruined roadway for food. She bared her fangs with a toothy grin as she quickly found a pack of zombies lumbering down the street. “’Ello, boys,” she hissed, voice tinged with a deep Cockney accent. “You been wantin’ a piece of me for a while now. Only fair I get to take a few pieces of you.” Letting the hefty weight of her cannon drop to the ground, Seras stretched her back, forcing her plump breasts to press against the front of her button-up shirt. “It’s fuckin’ feedin’ time, you bastards.”

Charging headlong into the pack of zombies, Seras stretched her jaw open wide and chomped into the closest one’s neck. The force of her bite tore through flesh and tendons with ease, nearly ripping the zombie’s head off. It sagged to the side, hanging on by loose skin as the vampiress gulped down the cold, foul-tasting blood. With a growl of delight, Seras shoved the body away and turned to a fresh one. Her clawed fingertips ripped through the next zombie’s gut before shooting upwards, splitting it open up the middle. Spurts of blood squirted from its torn flesh as she shoved her head between the two halves, lapping eagerly at the severed arteries.

Despite the foul taste, the partially clotted blood satiated Seras’ ravenous hunger while spurring it onwards. As she gave in to her bloodlust, she ripped away one undead man’s arm and dangled the stump over her face, crushing the limb from the wrist downwards to milk a gory shower of blood and mushy muscle into her open mouth. With a growl of delight, she flung the crushed arm aside and moved on to her next morsel, chewing through the former bank teller’s face with only two bites. The rest of the undead woman’s body barely managed to start falling before Seras snatched her up and shredded one of her bloated tits to crunch through her ribs and eat her heart out through her chest.

The high that came along with feeding rushed through Seras. She bit and slashed her way through the rest of the zombies in close proximity before racing further down the road to reach another shuffling pack. She leapt into the air and collided with one undead man, hooking her legs around his back and crunching her teeth through his forehead. She rode him as he collapsed backwards to the ground, absently grinding her aching crotch against his chest. Feeding always left her horny. The buffet of stale blood and rotten flesh she gorged herself on wasn’t the greatest of aphrodisiacs, but after refraining for so long, her body didn’t seem to care.

Seras’ blood-soggy clothes clung to the womanly curves of her body as she finished ripping through the second pack of zombies. Her nipples stood stiffly against the front of her uniform, a clear sign of her arousal. Unable to deny her lusts, the young vampire scurried to the side of the nearest building and dropped down against it. Panting and whimpering, her hands moved along her body, clutching at her breasts and rubbing across the crotch of her pants. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, dragging through the layer of gore covering her face and slurping it into her mouth. With no one but a few distant living corpses to spy on her, Seras felt more than comfortable satisfying herself.

Gripping either side of her top, Seras tore the shirt open. Buttons flew off as her pale breasts jiggled into view. She kneaded the flesh of one tit, writhing against the wall as she hastily unfastened her pants. Scooting the pants past the curve of her buttocks, Seras shoved her free hand down the front of her panties and cupped her damp snatch. Her red eyes rolled back, lips parting to let out a long, throaty moan as she jabbed a pair of digits into her folds. Her hips humped upwards against the prodding of her fingers, thumb stroking quickly across the swollen nub of her clitoris. She clenched her fangs, grunting with animalistic passion as she neared her first climax. A heavy gush of cunt honey flooded from her, soaking into her panties as she came. The sexual bliss felt nice, but it wasn’t nearly enough to chase back her urges.

Seras spotted the severed hand of one of her undead victims and grabbed it. Her damp fingers guided the lifeless hand between her pale thighs, feeling an added thrill as the cold flesh rubbed against her sensitive slit. She forced the dead man’s fingers into her cunt, slickened walls quivering around them as she used the hand as a very effective masturbatory aid. Hefting the weight of one breast, Seras arched her head forward and wrapped her lips around her soft pink nipple. Her cheeks dipped inwards as she sucked hard on the nub, hips jerking and shuddering as she fell into another orgasm. The frenzy of her bloodlust showed no signs of stopping and with no fear of the monsters lurking within the Necropolis, Seras had no reason not to enjoy herself.

A reason presented itself somewhere between Seras’ sixth and seventh climaxes. She didn’t immediately notice, attributing the odd pressure in her belly as being in a near constant state of being on the cusp of sexual release paired with a bit of a stomach ache from her gluttonous meal. When her eighth orgasm coursed through her, only to be interrupted by a sudden, violent vomiting, she realized that wasn’t the case. Yanking the zombie hand – thoroughly drenched in her fluids – away from her crotch, Seras clutched her hands to her gut and cried out as her bowels voided messily, spraying chunks of clotted blood and barely digested meat. She fell onto her side, screaming and writhing as her insides revolted against her.

Although Seras’ vampiric nature was capable of protecting her from the taint of the zombie blood to an extent, it could only handle so much. The vast quantities of corrupted blood and flesh she’d consumed overloaded her innate immunity and forced her body to try to handle the encroaching infection. Her unique physiology worked against her as her intestines absorbed the disease and became an entity entirely removed from Seras, filled with its own lust and hunger. Unfortunately for the young vampire, even though her guts no longer belonged to her, they were still very much attached to her. The smooth skin of her belly distended and shifted disturbingly as the lengths of tripe squirmed within her, fighting for a way out.

The twisting, shifting agony radiating through Seras felt unlike anything she’d experienced before. Being able to feel herself being attacked from within drove her to the brink of madness. It was that madness that inspired her to deal with the problem directly. She dug her clawed hands into her belly, slashing through her own flesh until she could reach inside and grab hold of the slithering lengths of sticky intestines rebelling against her. She yanked them free of her body by the fistful, flinging them as far away as she could. Seras grunted as the zombified guts – sensing freedom – tore themselves free from her stomach and bowels. The mass of innards pulled itself free from Seras’ eviscerated body, eager to begin its new life.

Seras released a gurgling scream of horror as her intestines swarmed over her. Even with her guts ripped out, her body was primed for fucking. As one slippery tip of the innards wiggled into her bloody snatch, she groaned deeply and instinctively ground up against the thrusts. Another length of intestine looped around one of her creamy thighs before pushing into her loosened asshole, shoving deeply enough that it emerged from her ripped open belly. Seras eagerly sucked at the ropey organ pressing against her lips, mind shattered by the certainty she would be dead soon. She shifted in a mindless daze as she was thoroughly fucked by her zombified guts, her body consumed by an intense blend of pleasure and agony.

Although ravaged by the zombie virus, Seras’ regenerative powers worked to the guts advantage. Grotesque fangs broke free from the circumference of the various lengths of innards, each one becoming a hungry mouth. Seras released a muffled howl as the one in her mouth clamped down around her tongue, shredding through the wiggling muscle and tearing it away. A pair of fanged lengths of intestine latched onto her nipples, chewing threw the fleshy nubs before burying themselves in the warm fat of her punctured tits. Whatever flickers of pleasure Seras was able to cling to were ended abruptly as ragged teeth skewered and forcibly removed her erect clitoris, leaving her a gurgling, writhing mess, kicking out blindly.

The pile of zombified intestines covered Seras body, sliding into her holes and through her partially hollowed innards. They fed themselves with the same ravenous hunger that Seras had shown during her own feeding frenzy. One intestine chewed an ear away before ramming itself through the small, bloody hole left behind. Seras’ eyes bulged as the intestine chomped through her brain. Bloody bubbles foamed from her trembling lips as her eyes crossed and blood squirted from her nostrils. By the time the length of intestine punched its way through the opposite side of Seras’ head, the young vampire was a lifeless husk gently twitching as what little remained of her body was quickly devoured.

The zombified guts finished their meal, leaving only a greasy smear of blood behind as the final sign that their former host had ever existed. They slithered off like a grotesque pack of snakes, occasionally parting to explore on their own before converging again into a greater mass. The Harkonnen remained abandoned outside of the office building, a grim reminder to any who found it that no matter how well armed a CosplayBabe was, she was not prepared for the horrors awaiting her in the Necropolis.