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Elizabeth bit her lip. Yet another casually sexually-charged comment from the woman next to her that went by completely too fast. That was Ollie's style: hit and run flirtation or outright propositioning. The composed regal woman felt her skin tingle with each lascivious barb that threatened to get under her skin, attempting to focus on the game they were playing together. Yes… that was the original purpose of this stream, she tried to remind herself.
“I have 2 queens in my hand”, Ollie declared before making her character set down 2 cards on the table. “But I wish I could have 3, Liz.” She said with a wink. “I'd keep you in my hand all day~”
The Scarlet Queen held back a retort. She was still live, after all, and it wouldn't do to be so worked up in front of her audience. She had her image to uphold, and her Rosarians who looked up to her to think about. Still, as much as she held nothing but respect and love for her senpai, Ollie certainly had a way of… mischievously working herself under her skin and getting her agitated in just the right way at the right time. She grit her teeth, and steadied her heart to maintain composure.
The rest of the stream went by quickly, thankfully enough. After signing off and hitting the “End Stream” button, Elizabeth exhaled a sigh of relief. She made it through without caving to the temptations of the zombie. However… now that the cameras weren’t rolling, and it was just them…
“Hey Liz, do you want anything? I’m thinking of going to pick up something from the convenience store.” Kureiji Ollie said with a bright, innocent smile. As though she didn’t just spend the past two and a half hours saying every thought on her mind, tempting Elizabeth with come-ons and salacious proposals. As the zombie woman moved to approach the door, Elizabeth crossed the room, closing in on her quarry with a firm hand jutting forward and coming to a harsh thump ing rest against the wall by Ollie’s head. The little gasp that left the reanimated woman’s lips brought a smile to Liz’s own. The fire that blazed over her chest illuminated her backlit face in an ominous flicker as she drew close to the grey-skinned woman.
“Actually… there is something I want… but it’s not from any store.” she whispered, her voice husky and low, breathy growls barely suppressed as she took in the slowly widening stare of the helpless prey. “Can you guess what it is?”
Ollie’s chest rose and fell with anticipation as the intense gaze of the Scarlet Queen honed in on her and her alone. She could hardly bring herself to move, much less form a coherent sentence. She stammered and muttered; if her heart could beat, it would be jackhammering hellbent on escaping her chest. “I-i-i-i-is… is it… m-m-m-m-m—?!” Her attempt died in her lips as soon as Liz put her forefinger on them, shushing her.
“I think you were about to guess correctly, my kamioshi .” Elizabeth said with a soft chuckle. “So, why don’t we skip to the part where I show you what you’ve won?” With that, in a single smooth motion, she removed her finger from Ollie’s lips, replacing them before the zombie even had a chance to part them with her own lips. Ollie’s eyes widened until she could widen them no more, her body stiffening up as electricity tingled at her lips and coursed throughout her body. She could only muster a simple muffled gasp, a breath stolen from her by the hungry queen. Before she could settle into the warmth and intimacy of the kiss, Elizabeth withdrew, her arms wrapping about the cadaver’s waist before she began to twirl, dancing circularly with the hapless woman in tow. Disoriented, she didn’t notice when Liz released her hold until she had spun out onto the futon. Her senses overwhelmed, she turned dazed eyes upward just in time to see Liz pounce, her hands planted on Ollie’s shoulders and pinning her to the plush mattress.
“You’ve had your fun for hours now, Ollie-senpai.” Liz purred, red hair cascading down and framing Ollie’s face. “It’s my turn now.” The zombie simply nodded obediently, still unable to take in a full breath ever since the kiss. She watched as Liz rose to her knees, lifting up her skirt to reveal a pair of bright red panties with a conspicuously dark spot. Pulling it to the side with a finger, the queen’s face indicated no sign of embarrassment or shyness, presenting herself to the zombie matter-of-factly.
“Serve your queen, and make that lustful tongue of yours useful.” She said before settling down onto the waiting corpse idol’s face. Ollie dutifully followed her orders, and opened her mouth; her tongue slowly slid out, gliding over Elizabeth’s lower lips as her arms gently wrapped around the scarlet idol’s thighs. Muscular yet supple, these battle-honed thighs could smash her head like a watermelon now and she would accept that fate with a smile. Fingers curled lightly against the grooves of scars on her skin as the sighing breaths of the rose warrior guided her lingual motions. If she flicked her tongue this way, her ears were blessed with an almost giggling moan. If she lashed it that way, she would be graced with a hissing inhale and a clench of her powerful legs. And, if she shook her head slowly from side to side, rubbing her nose against the hood of Elizabeth’s clit, she would feel the queen’s fingers tighten in her hair, a grunt sounding from the usually refined woman accompanied by the slow, deliberate grind of her hips against Ollie’s face.
Were her arms not trapped, Ollie would be touching herself right now, but all she could do was helplessly squirm, her legs rubbing together in a futile attempt to stimulate her throbbing pussy as the scent and taste of the Harbinger of Order filled her head with dizzying ecstasy. She whined, just once, against Liz’s slickness before her tongue prodded at the entrance, teasing her queen. Liz responded with a push against the zombie that enveloped her tongue, hastily rubbing herself on Ollie as her breaths became more labored. Ollie took that as her cue, pushing her tongue in as far as it would go. Elizabeth’s guttural moans caused another tingle to surge through Ollie’s body, forcing the grey woman’s hips to buck uselessly with need. The zombie had no need to fear suffocation, a fact that the queen relished as she ground her hips back and forth, riding Ollie’s tongue with more force than she normally would for someone who had a crushable windpipe. Tugging at the large drill hairstyle like exceptionally crafted handlebars, Elizabeth’s breathing grew more and more undisciplined, panting and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her with each undulating pulse of the craven corpse’s skilled tongue. Her body spasmed and twitched, each rolling of her hip another step closer to reaching the zenith.
“Don’t stop… just like that… that’s a good girl…” Elizabeth growled, her fingers in a vice grip around Ollie’s hair. “Yes… yes…!” her voice began to pitch upward as her movements became less controlled, her restraint breaking and her elegance crumbling into animalistic need to get off on this woman’s face. It wasn’t much longer before the pent-up queen could hold back no longer and, with a feverish movement and an unbidden moan, she crested the wave of climax, her body seizing with catharsis and her hips moving of their own accord. The heat and pressure in her core exploded outward, coating Ollie’s face in a glistening sheen; Elizabeth’s own head felt fit to pop as adrenaline surged through her brain like a racetrack. In fact, she could almost audibly hear a pop when her body clenched with one last push… just before she became acutely aware of the lack of resistance where Ollie’s head lay.
Blinking orgasmic bliss out of her eyes, she focused her vision just enough to see that Ollie’s head now rest at an unnatural angle, farther up from her shoulders than it should’ve been. With a startled yelp, the Scarlet Queen lifted her slit off of the cadaver and gently grabbed the severed grey head in her hands.
“Oh my god! Ollie-senpai, are you alright?” She asked, apology written into her expression. “I… are we able to just… pop it back on?”
Ollie’s eyes blinked slowly, a small hazy smile on her lips as she was still lost in the overwhelming sensation of Elizabeth’s scent and taste. It took another moment for her to clear up, and when she did, the zombie could only chuckle at the plight of the woman who just a handful of minutes ago was riding her face with reckless abandon.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, Liz!” She cheerfully grinned and winked. “Just set my head down into my hands. I’ll take care of it. This… well the circumstances are different but I’ve lost my head before, it’s practically second nature to put it back on!” Liz nodded, heeding the advice before stepping back and letting Ollie settle her head back onto her neck with a slightly disturbing, wet schlup sound. “See? Totally okay! But… you know…” she took a hand, wiping some of the partially dried release from her face, and licking it off her fingers. The sight caused Liz’s loins to twitch involuntarily. Ollie brought herself closer still until finally her nose was centimeters from the queen’s own. Elizabeth could smell… herself… from the proximity. “As much as I love serving a Queen… a good ruler takes good care of her people, right~?” Her breath was hot on Liz’s lips, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. The azure flame that glowed on her chest billowed with excitement.
The night had only just begun.