Wedding at the end of the world

 The world that you had been born into had long since ended, something occurring just before you were born that turned the world into a rotting corpse of broken down cities and overgrown forests where the law books had been burnt upon the pyre and the police having long since been ripped apart but one of the many results of the world ended. You had heard some madman, worshippers of the apocalypse, call it the “New founding ” where all the wrongs of the world was righted, where humanity was forgiven by god himself but given that this had caused the end of the world as humanity knew it it seemed like it was more so a day of wrath than anything else. Of course, crops could grow forever and livestock would breed at a near constant rate which should have solved food scarcity but instead this just led to entire cities being consumed by plants and vile, inbred livestock to start filling the streets and killing people with some of the “livestock” that you saw barely resembling animals at this point as they would wander the ruined world.

Arguably the worst thing that occurred was that death had ceased to be a concept with no person or animal being able to die properly leading to a good chunk of the population becoming shambling corpses, attempting to perform their daily tasks despite falling apart. No injury seemed to stop them from being alive and only injuring the brain could “kill” them although given his all organs still function after the brain’s were hit you imagined it was more like putting them in a coma more than anything else. At that point you were glad that you didn’t live in a place with either a graveyard or a large morgue because you had heard reports of corpses coming to life and attacking people, seemingly furious that they had been dragged from the afterlife and back into their rotting bodies. 

Your mind would finally snap back to reality after you had these thoughts, your eyes glancing around the thankfully empty field that you were in, the sounds of pained mooing from the other fields echoing out into the air in the process. You glanced into the distance to see a chapel nestled between the fields, seeing that some of the roof had fallen in as you did so which was when you figured that the place was either abandoned or had a very small amount of creatures within it when you decided to venture towards it. You would walk across the overgrown grass and the broken dividers for the fields, your eyes glancing over to the road to see it was covered in a mixture of overgrown vines and mutated livestock that just shuffled around the place both unable to die yet unwilling to live.

As you would get closer and closer to the church you started to see just how damaged the chapel was, the windows being smashed in as well as the walls having obviously cracked and started to flake onto the floor. You could see a few cars that had rusted away since they had been left there, the metal flaking and breaking apart whilst every window and light had been smashed in either by the elements or simply by one of the livestock beings that were roaming around the area. You reached the outskirts of the building before you started to hear the sound of something coming from within the building, hearing as it would scream out into the air before you realized that it wasn’t livestock but instead a person, possibly one of the undead that were roaming around the place.

You reached the large wooden doors of the chapel, the doors clearly being soaked and seeping with water as you would start walking into the building, hearing as the water would splash underneath your feet in the process. As you moved deeper you realized that the entire area had an eerie feel about it, the screaming not helping matters as you moved closer and closer to the main area of the chapel, briefly hiding behind the doorway before you entered into the room, an axe being clutched in your hands. You would gaze down the chapel, seeing the rotting seats and broken down roof in front of you, the light that was oozing out of the roof highlighting the woman who was dreaming and crying, your eyes focusing on the woman so you could get a look at every last detail.

The first place that you looked was her face which was extremely pale and somewhat sunken in cheeks, the woman’s eyes appearing bloodshot and gray and her hair being cut short, the veil that she had also appearing short but you felt that was due to the fact that the veil had been ripped apart at this point. Your eyes would then proceed to move down her body, seeing the woman’s decently large tits being kept within her dress which had become a deep gray instead of the white it once was, varying bits of filth and grime sticking to it before you looked to her left arm or see that part of it had rotted and fallen off revealing red flesh and white fat that clinged to her muscles. Your eyes would then move down to the bottom half of her dress with the dress being ripped apart in such a way that you could see both of her legs which were adorned with ripped apart stockings before you saw that her knee and thigh also had a large gaps into it, exposing a mixture of red, purple and white flesh that was exposed to the air and looked somewhat painful as she moved.

You’d watch as she would stumble around the chapel, whining and groaning like a wounded dog, the woman’s high heels digging into the ground and letting out clacking sounds as you kept staring at her. You also felt as your trousers would start to grow tighter by the moment as well with you figuring that you hadn’t seen a  woman in so long that you had managed to get the hots for this zombie that was wandering around, crying about a wedding that would never come as you started to walk towards her. The woman would take notice of you and would proceed to stare at you, the woman’s empty eyes seeming to process something about you as she stopped crying and moved closer to you, seemingly to examine your face a bit more as she would do so, her arms pressed to her sides.

The woman would just keep staring and staring at you, assumingly still not being able to see if you’re her husband or not as you would decide to grab ahold of one of her hands, feeling the coldness against your skin in the process. The bride would let out a hiss at this feeling, the woman gasping out as she felt the warmth before she would stumble herself to be closer to you, her eyes narrowing as she would desperately try to recognise you of which she seemed to be failing at during this moment. That was when you decided to make your first move against her with you then moving against the woman’s lips, pushing against them which seemed to illicit a shocked response from the woman with you knowing that you were safe due to the apocalypse not being caused by a virus.

You felt your tongue moving across her teeth and her tongue, feeling the coldness being slowly warmed up by your spit as you gazed into her empty eyes, the woman swaying from side to side somewhat as she would do so. You would move your hand underneath her rear and lift her off the ground somewhat, the woman gasping and wiggling her legs slightly before you would proceed to lay her down on the altar, the woman’s back hitting against the stone lightly as you’d position yourself between her legs in the process. You gazed down between the ripped dress to see the woman’s panties, moving your hand over to her thigh and slowly moving down it as you tried to take off your trousers with your other hand with you eventually being able to get your trousers and underwear to the ground.

At the same time that your cock came bouncing out of its fabric prison you would manage to move your fingers between her skin and her panties, pulling them down to reveal her dripping wet pussy in the process. You would leave them at the end of one of her legs before you proceeded to move your cock up to her pussy lips, leaving them there for several moments before you looked into her eyes, seeing something dwelling inside of them that indicated that she would clearly want. Then you moved your hips upwards before lining up your cock with her pussy before you proceeded to slam yourself inside of her, both of you groaning out into the air, her legs twitching somewhat as she would do so, your hands grasping her shoulders in the process.

You could feel as her pussy would clench and rub against your cock, the woman gasping as some fluids dripped onto your cock before you started to move backwards from her hips, feeling as she clenched ahold of you in the process. You would drag across her inner walls, rubbing and pushing against her inner walls as her legs would twitch at all sorts of angles, flicking around across the altar and the stone with you being able to see the muscles that were moving within them. You eventually moved to the point where your cock was about to leave her pussy, leaving her on the edge of satisfaction before pushing her over that edge by slamming inside of her, letting you linger inside of her pussy for a moment as she would move through the emotions of her pleasure.

You’d repeat this several times over, slowly moving out of her pussy before slamming down inside of her again, the woman’s legs twitching and rubbing against your back as you’d move your hands across her body. Your hands would push against the cold skin that moved against her back, your chest leaning against her own as you would come face to face with her once again, eventually touching against her lips and starting to kiss her yet again with this time the kiss being less sudden and instead being slower and more passionate. This was when you decided to start going faster against her body, slowing your hips for several moments before you did go faster, the woman groaning out into your mouth as you would increase the ferocity of your thrusts. 

You could feel as her tongue would curl and lash against your teeth and your mouth, drool dripping from her body as you’d feel her pussy fluids splashing against your crotch due to your increased speed and new technique. Instead of stopping inside of her for a couple seconds you’d instead just keep thrusting inside of her, keeping her in a near constant cycle of pleasure which caused her legs to wrap around your body just to make sure you wouldn’t escape her at all. Not that you’d want to escape her at all, clenching and pushing across your cock as you then felt her arms begin to move, the woman’s hands resting down onto your back, pushing down against them somewhat harder than you expected meaning her nails were digging into you somewhat.

As she would do this you’d try and pull out of her mouth, briefly being able to move away from her mouth and seeing the spit lines linking to the lips before you’d suddenly move her hand up to your head, clutching your hair as she did so. She then proceeded to push you right down to her face again, the woman moaning out loudly into your mouth as she would keep you pressed against her, the zombie wanting to feel your love pushing against her and to feel your warmth pushing across her body as she did so. With that you decided that you might as well give her your all and started to proceed to go even faster inside of her, her fingernails digging deeper and deeper into your skin as she did so.

At that point you weren’t even pulling out to the tip,instead proceeding to start slamming and slamming into her wherever your primal lust would feel like it, your moans pushing into each other in the process. The woman would make sure that her legs and arms were wrapped even tighter against you, the zombie having quite a surprising amount of strength to her for a woman who was dead, drool dripping out the side of her mouth before you proceeded to look into her cloudy and dead eyes. Only they didn’t seem quite as dead as they had before, the woman clearly experiencing several emotions such as lust, happiness and pleasure, all of it pooling ah within her irises as you’d keep fucking the forgotton bride.

That was when you started to throb inside of her, feeling as your cock would push up against the woman’s inner walls which were clutching and rubbing against your dick to make the entire thing feel better for you both. The pressure at the tip of your cock would start to increase and increase by the moment with you only trying to hold your orgasm in so that you could fill her up even more than you were intending on when you first entered the church due to the love that you could see in her eyes. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and proceeded to cum inside of her, groaning out so hard that you managed to pull away from her mouth, pushing yourself deep inside of her and feeling as she clenched around your cock, making sure not a single drop of cum pushed out of her body.

You would feel as rope after rope would explode out of your cock and right into her pussy, filling her up bot by bit as she clenched around your body, her moans screaming out into the air as she would do so. Your orgasm would reach its peak at some point, the woman gasping out and even being kept silent as she felt the cum push into the deepest regions of her nethers, her hands grasping at your back whilst her legs rubbed and pushed across your hips and pelvis in the process. Later your orgasm would soon come to a end, your ropes growing smaller and slammed until they eventually became drops, dripping out of the head of your cock and against her dead walls before you stopped completely, the woman resting limply against the altar in the process.

You’d eventually pull out and stare at the exhausted undead woman, the woman’s pussy dripping with cum before she would start to stir and get up with you being unsure if you should run or what at this point. However, instead of jumping at you and ripping you apart she would instead cling ahold of one of your arms, the woman letting out a series of happy groans from her mouth as you realized that she was going to be with you for a long while yet, something that made you pretty happy to finally have a companion in this ruined world. With that you went walking out of the chapel with your bride in toe, the woman’s high heels clicking down the stone hall as you moved back out into the end of the world once again.