The Dead Among Us

14. Release

Fabia's POV

I inch toward the cave, staggering slightly on the alcohol and weed in my system.

    The closer I approach, the more I become aware of the unfolding events, the sounds of blissful gasps and sighs. They're stirring a fire inside me, and I'm tingling downstairs, if you will.

    I crouch down. I know they said I could watch, but I still feel like a creepy pervert walking in and invading their privacy. I'm trying to be stealthy, but my breaths are anything but quiet like I just ran a freakin' marathon.

    I cautiously peer around the corner of a stone. In the dimly lit cave, the soft glow of a few candles casts a romantic ambiance, illuminating every nook and cranny of the den and their melded bodies. The sight before me is so enticing that I can't control my hitched breath any longer. My heart races, and a delightful fluttering sensation fills my stomach.

    Shirtless Manny is seated on an old mattress this group must have brought here. His chest and arms are decorated with tattoos, and I can see the definitions of his muscles on his toned physique. Eliza is positioned across his lap, completely unclothed, with her legs parted to allow his fingers to delve into her depths. Her moans of pleasure fill the air as her body trembles with euphoria under his spell.    

    Now and then, his other hand playfully gives her a few quick swats on her backside, but it's not scary. It's thrilling, and she loves it.

     A panic ripples through me for a second, and I want to look away but can't. I'm in a trance, particularly when his fervor escalates, and the sounds of her delight become more emotional. He pauses to deliver a series of well-timed and forceful spanks tailored to her preferences, leaving a satisfying sting.

    He then lifts her up and twirls her around, gently guiding her face down onto the bed. With a seductive sway of her hips and a tantalizing arch of her back, she eagerly anticipates his next move. I can admire her entire stunning figure from this angle.

    Manny loosens his belt and unzips his pants, and pulls out his hard cock. He confidently holds it as he slides it inside her slowly, and she pants as he does. He skillfully varies his movements, gradually intensifying the rhythm and penetrating deeper into her.

    Her voice grows louder and more intense; she's practically shouting. The others gathered around the crackling fire must be well aware of her euphoria at this point, but she couldn't care less.

    Her fingers are clutching the blanket with a firm grip. As he reaches over and playfully teases her, she reacts with a surprising bite on the blanket. His fingers manipulate and tug at the tender skin of her nipples before he firmly grasps a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and exerting more force with each movement.

    The room becomes charged with their electric energy as their intense emotions permeate the air. I can feel the surge coursing through my veins. I sense the intimate connection between my body and theirs as my fingers navigate the fabric of my jeans, mirroring their every movement. Our gasps intertwine, merging like the convergence of two rivers in a tranquil valley.

    With each powerful thrust, her cries grow louder, building up to a moment of pure satisfaction. Finally, she emits a contented exhale, her body relaxing as she trembles with pleasure, accompanied by a soft moan.

    Manny continues to free himself with a passionate release, emitting a raw exclamation. He then collapses onto the mattress next to her, his breath coming in heavy gasps.

    After a few intense moments, with both of them gasping for air, Manny taunts, "Enjoying the view, Fabia?"

    Mortified and entirely at a loss for how to proceed, I press my back firmly against the rough stone, shutting my eyes tightly.

    "Come here, Fabia," Eliza calls with excitement in her voice. I hesitate, looking up at the cave's roof. "Don't be shy. We know you're there," she calls me again.

    Slowly, I pull myself off the ground, my head down, walking toward them. Eliza's hand is outstretched to me. Manny is lying back, just watching me.

    Eliza pulls me onto the bed, placing me beside them; when she starts to lay me down, I begin to panic.

    "Hold on," I croak, and she comes to a halt. "I'm not ready for—" I leave my sentence hanging, unfinished, struggling to articulate my thoughts.

    I'm not sure I should be having sex with my master's brother; that is one way to shatter his trust in me, definitely. I don't want to be a slave that he resents and makes my life hell for it. But I'm also scared it's gonna hurt since it's my first time. I'm not ready for a man to enter me, I guess.

    When I don't say anything, Eliza tilts her head in confusion. My eyes dart to Manny and back to her, and she understands. 

    "How bout me?" she whispers, her fingers just lightly prancing on my breast, and I see my chest rise and fall in anticipation. I bite my lip while a nod of my head escapes me. My body wants it, and it overrides everything else.

    She smiles and leans down, her soft lips meeting mine. I've never kissed anyone, and this is magical. It's an explosion of emotions and feelings in my mouth, stomach, and pants. Her tongue dances and melds with mine, her teeth gripping my lips, gently biting me.

    She lets go, commanding, "Take your shirt off."

    In a split second, my arms comply as if under a spell. I quickly sit up and forcefully tear my shirt off. I can feel Manny's delicate touch on my back. As I gaze upon him, his eye sparkles with a mischievous glint, silently seeking my approval. When I nod, he undoes my bra, exposing me. It's such an odd emotion to reveal your intimate parts finally; it's exciting but also vulnerable and scary.

    Eliza's hand lands on my chest as she ushers me back down on the bed. I comply, and she scooches closer, then slowly cups her lips around my stiff nipple. The sensation is electrifying. I can hear each inhale I take as I watch her.

    She looks up to Manny and releases my tit, and ever so slowly, like a stalking lion in the savanna, crawls lower. Her lips gently braze my skin; she reaches for my jeans and unhooks them, gliding them off my hips and my panties with them in one fluid motion. This is all happening so fast yet so slow I can't seem to catch my breath. My senses are on overdrive. 

    I feel her warm tongue contact my clit as she passionately flicks it. An involuntary moan crawls and releases from my throat as my head shoots back on the bed.

    Oh, what have I been missing in my life?

    The way she moves electrifies my entire being, awakening sensations I never thought I could experience.

    She's going to work, making me literally spaz on this bed, when Manny clutches his hand behind my head, his fingers gripping my hair as he draws my lips to his. He's so much more aggressive and dominant than her as he kisses me; it surprises me. He makes me feel like my body is his playground. And these things happening simultaneously are overwhelming.

    I can feel my body quivering beyond my control, as if my nerves are on the verge of shattering. A pleasurable magic spreads throughout my entire body, enveloping me in a wave of warmth and tingling. It's as if every inch of me, from my toes to the strands of my hair, is electrified. I am engulfed by a rush of dopamine, as if I am standing on the edge of the cliff, feeling the mighty crash of waves below hit me. It zooms through my mind and courses through my veins.

    What wonderful world is this?