1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 6


    Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    arrangements set out on a table. We walked around, running our hands across the fake plastic flowers, the wreaths, the little porcelain figures of a bride and groom, silver chandeliers and lace tablecloth. "It's all gone," I said suddenly. "All the rituals, the religion, the government. Marriage. Everything this meant. It's all gone." Rebekka raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so," she said. "I still know what I believe in. And you don't need a priest, or judge, or mayor, or whatever to get married. My god, my love, my faith and my belief, it's all still here." She took my hand and rested it on her chest, right above her heart. I looked deep into her eyes. "I don't know what I believe in," I admitted, feeling her soft, warm breast at the palm of my hand. "I never believed in god much. Or in marriage. Or in ritual. But in this world, where life means nothing anymore, maybe we need more of that." I paused and looked at her. She nodded, smiling slightly. "Do you want to marry me?" I asked her. She looked at me, proud and stern, but deeply touched. "You're my mistress," she said. "From the first moment I saw you, the moment you touched me, I was yours. I will follow you to the end of the world and back. So yes, I would be proud to be yours." I smiled, and to my surprise I felt tears streaming down my face. From all the excitement, and tension, and constant vigilance, I had forgotten how to feel. And now, it all caught up with me. "There's hardly anybody left," I said a little ...
    awkward, trying to find the right words. "I mean, it's not like we both have a whole lot of choice in partners. But even if I did, even if the whole world was still alive, among all those people, I wouldn't find a better wife than you." I pulled her close and we held each other tight in our arms, kissing passionately and desperately, like it's the only thing that mattered, the only thing we could still do to be human. She tasted so good, so familiar, so much like home. I cried like a baby, and Rebekka did too, my tears running down into her neck and shoulder as we stood there embraced. Finally, I calmed down a little and looked into her face. "So," I said. "That's it? I mean, I don't have a ring, and there's no priest, or bridesmaids, or dress, or anything. I don't even have music." She smiled back at me. "We don't need any of that," she said. "We can make our own ritual, something that works for us." And with that, she sank to her knees in front of me, her face at level with my pubic hair. She looked up at me and whispered, just before she opened her mouth wide: "Feed me your water, mistress." I looked down at her, and then spread my legs above her. Even though we had done this before multiple times, it just felt right in this moment. It was intimate, familiar, strangely sacred, and it was ours. I reached behind myself and slowly pushed a finger into my anus, crooking it and feeling around until I had found the spot that made my bladder tingle. Instantly, a hot sprinkle shot out ...
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