Necromorph story part 2 (Divider)

 Humanity had a habit discovering and harnessing things they shouldn’t have with humanity creating and utilizing fire as the first instance of this, a grand destructive force harnessed in the hands and man and two thousand years later humanity would do the same with the atom, creating the means to end the world and the means of power it. Now humanity had done it once again, traveling around the abyss of space and finding something it by no means should have found with this object being simply known as the marker, a obelisk who’s creators had been lost to time and one that humanity had discovered to be able to raise the dead, creating beasts known as the necromorphs. Necromorphs were essentially just a fancy word for a heavily mutated zombie, a being that would rapidly change the body like a cancer into a variety of forms with some of them having large blade attached to their arms to cleave anything that had a beating heart, some vomiting acid all over the place to burn their victims and some straight up exploding, perhaps built by the marker as a last ditch defense effort.

Yet, humanity would always find methods in order to harness such power but first that would require experimentation, the marker being torn from the planet that it was embedded into the ground and brought to be researched as well as research being conducted into its undead children. It would deactivate itself, seemingly disliking the fact you had pulled it from its home which was when you and your crew would attempt to reactivate the being, prodding and poking it until it would suddenly turn back on again. However, instead of turning on to the glowing red color that bred the aggressive necromorphs that would attack you, the obelisk would instead glow a deep and bright pink and the Necromorphs instead started to exhibit behavior that was much more sexual than anything else.

This would bring you to now and the “Necromorph Sexual Research Project” has been fully funded and moved on from the original goal of reactivating the marker, this project being known as project Asmodeus officially. Of course, this experiment wasn’t merely just exposing the Necromorphs to sexual stimulation and seeing what would happen although that was a small segment of it with you having it get more hands on with the beasts in order to gauge how they reacted to living stimulation. You had fucked a variety of Necromorphs at this point from the skinny, barely functional ones to one’s that had muscle fibres tearing out of their skin and their torsos to ones that barely even looked human anymore, a bunch of flesh stitched together but still somehow moving.

Of course, when a new type of Necromorph was discovered all attention was put onto that one member of the undead with the hopes being that enough testing would tell you the secrets of the marker and that the Necromorph would hold those secrets. Today was one of those days the new Necromorph that had been found being the Divider, a Necromorph apparently built to split into two different beings which were the taller and stronger shambler and the smaller, more nimble creeper. Back when the marker was harmful it was believed that the divider would have been used to launch surprise attacks and would split off the moment that the beast needed it to, rushing its prey and killing them and now the project wanted to test how it would use those powers in coitus.

You were standing in the decontamination room, waiting to go in as you would strip naked, feeling as steaming water pushed out of the pipes in order to decontaminate you, just in case you brought out something that you shouldn’t have. Either way you were soon naked, the steam fogging up the room somewhat before you would move over to the doorway, the scanner moving out from the door and moving down your body, the laser feeling somewhat hot against your skin as it would do its duty. You’d wait for a few seconds before the lights on the either side of the doors would flash green before a metallic locking sound echoed out into the air with you entering the room before you heard the door shut behind you, looking to see the divider standing facing the wall.

You couldn’t see much of the creature's actual body, mostly due to the fact she was wearing a white medical gown that had been painted with splotches of her blood as you would walk towards her, the woman swaying slightly from side to side as she did so. You must have got around a meter or so closer to her before she would straighten up her back, the woman twisting her head to the side before you would watch her arms twist up into the air and grab ahold of her head, a gurgling sound escaping her mouth as she did so. You’d then hear the sound of wet clicking and howling screams as the head would slowly slither out of its torso, resting as it would pull itself out before it turned around, giving you a look at both the shambler form and the creeper form in its full glory.

The first entity that you looked at was her now disembodied head, the head itself being rotting and swollen to the point the skin was tearing apart and the eyes were barely visible behind the bloated flesh, it’s mouth having been reduced to a rotting hole surrounded with blood, a massive tongue hanging out off the ruined maw, muscle fibers being visible which gave it a down together look. The rest of the creeper consisted of four tentacles made out of muscle tissue with these looking way more healthy and wet then the tongue due to the fact that it had been hosting itself inside the shambler with your eyes quickly looking over to the host organism as you would do so. The shambler herself was rotting like all the other Necromorphs, clusters of holes tearing the flesh apart by the limbs before your eyes eventually moving to the bleeding, pulsating necks stump, blood oozing down the medical gown she was wearing as she would walk closer and closer to you.

You would then watch as the shambler would raise her head into the air and proceed to throw the creeper at you, the head tumbling through the air before ramming into your head, knocking you back slightly and catching itself with the tendrils to stop itself falling to the ground. The head would slam itself into your chest slightly, smearing blood all over it as it would slowly crawl down to your thighs, coiling against them whilst the other two appendages proceeded to wrap around your stomach, securing itself right over your cock in the process. You then watch as the head would position, her tongue attempting to push it down into her mouth with some of it hanging out of the mouth before she would proceed to slam herself down onto your cock, a moan escaping your mouth in the process.

You could hear a low groan echoing out across the air, the woman’s head vibrating somewhat as her tongue would slowly slither and unfold from her mouth, the jaw distending somewhat as she would do so, the eyes looking up at you in the process. You would then watch as her head would slowly pull itself back, drool mixed with blood dripping off your cock as she would pull herself back, her tongue moving up and wrapping around your dick as she did so, the tip of her tongue smearing across your balls as she did so. She would only stop when she reached the tip, mainly because her tendrils wouldn’t stretch far enough for her to pop off your cock before she would proceed to wind herself back down onto your cock, hitting against it as you would gasp into the air.

She would repeat this process quite a bit as you tried to figure out a method to get the head off your cock so you could engage with the shambler torso, your hands eventually reaching down and grabbing ahold of the head to get it off you. The head resisted with you feeling as it’s spongy flesh pushed against your fingers, drool dripping down your thighs before she proceeded to slam  herself back down in process, the shambler wandering around the room and ramming into your back, her arms shooting out aimlessly as she did so. She would eventually grab ahold of your arms and would bend them so they out by your sides, the woman’s neckhole still dripping with blood as you swore you heard a pant coming from the head clutching your cock.

In fact,it would seem like the woman would start to go faster against your cock, no longer stopping right at your tip and instead stopping a couple of inches before your tip so she could have consistent and rythmantic movements against your cock. You could also feel as she would put her rotting, broken down throat to work as well, the torn up muscles clenching and pushing around your member as her tendril would move up your spine. The woman’s broken apart mouth would attempt to wrap around your cock but due to her broken jaw and shredded lips she couldn’t get the seal that she truly desired, meaning that the blowjob was much, much sloppier than you had expected.

You would try and reach out again, attempting to push your hands out into the air in order to stop, or at the very least lessen, the assault against your hips but the woman’s arms would remain steadfast, the woman surprisingly strong for a corpse. The tendrils would move again , the limbs moving down your thighs somewhat, drool dripping out all over them as her tendrils constricted against your stomach even more then beforehand as you watched as her tongue would start to move again. It would curl around your dick in a almost coil-like formation, drool dripping all over the floor and staining it slightly as she would wind up against your tip again, one of her tendrils unwrapping from your body so she was able to get slightly more leverage against your crotch.

That was when she slammed down onto your cock,the spring layers of her tongue squishing against one another  before she would start going faster and faster against you, her nose pushing and jamming against your crotch as she did so. Her tendrils would wrap more and more around your skin, covering your skin in various substances as the woman’s body would move your arms behind your back, making sure that you couldn’t stop this no latter how hard you tried to do so. Not that you had a chance to in the first place since her throat was rapidly clenching and pushing around your cock, fluids dripping down your balls and your thighs as she would keep blowing you.

That was when you felt yourself start to throb inside of her, hearing as she would gargle and gasp out into the air as you pushed against the rotting throat, the woman responding by clenching around it even more then she did beforehand. You felt the pressure building up at the tip of your cock, growing more and more intense by the moment as you kept it clenched inside of you, your teeth grinding against one another as your resolve would fail more and more, your heart rate quickening. Eventually you couldn't take the pressure anymore and you’d start to cum inside of her mouth, the creeper pretty much impaling itself on your cock as ropes would fly out onto her tongue, the shambler leaning into your body somewhat to make sure you couldn’t pull out of her.

Ropes would start flying inside of her mouth, coating her cheeks and her tongue in your cum before your ropes would grow stronger and faster, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her as her empty eyes would stare at you from the swollen sockets. When your orgasm reached its peak you’d shoot your cum all the way to the bottom of her body, covering her throat in your jazz to the point that you were shocked that cum hadn’t dripped out of the hole in your neck before your orgasm would begin to subside somewhat.  The ropes would grow smaller and smaller by the moment, gasping out as you felt as the ropes coming out of your cock would eventually become drops and would eventually become nothing at all,the tendrils loosening somewhat as you thought she’d simply pop off your member.

However, she wouldn’t pop off your member, your cock being half erect in their mouths as she would start to move at the same speed that she was moving beforehand, several groans escaping your mouth as you felt a new sensation moving across your crotch. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, the pain of your overworked cock slowly being clenched on as well as you getting erect within her throat, your hips trying to pull out of the beast's mouth again into the process only for the shambler to get involved with the situation. Her hands let go of your arms before hugging your arms and stomach, keeping your arms firmly placed at your sides as she’d use her hips to stop yours from moving, trapping you within the creepers pleasurable prison that you couldn’t escape from.

The sensations that were moving around your cock were immense, the feeling of the spit slathering across your cock as well as the way that her ruined lips would push and grind at your cock as she would do so. At this point all of the fresh fluids that were covering her tendrils was now either smothered around your skin and the floor which meant that you could feel her muscles stretching and expanding around, feeling as they would twist unnaturally around her body as she would do so. You’d look down into her eyes to see that the puffiness around them had gone down ever so slightly which means you could see that they weren’t as dead as you had suspected them to be, having a deep, brewing sense of lust inside of them as you stared away.

That was when you felt yourself start to their inside of her once again, pushing up against her well worked inner walls as her jaw would distend just a bit more then it had beforehand so she could use her tongue against you more efficiently. It seemed that she could now sense the pressure moving around your tip, the woman seeming to want it released inside of her as soon as she possibly could, your hands clutching against your skin as the shambler would keep you held back, the woman’s neckhole pulsating in the process. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, cumming inside of her once again as she would go to your base once again, making sure that she could clamp herself as tight as possible to make sure that cum wouldn’t leak out of her face.

You could feel as rope after rope would escape your cock once again with that orgasm feeling weirdly more powerful than the last time as your ropes would travel further and further down the throat once again. This time the entire orgasm was a blur, being the same level of intensity throughout the entire process until it would suddenly peak, taking your breath away and filling the back of the woman’s throat in the process with you being able to get some breath back as your orgasm began to dissipate somewhat. Your orgasm would quickly come to a end, the ropes withdrawing from her throat and instead moving onto the tongue of the woman, a gargle echoing out from her as you’d feel as her tendrils would relax somewhat, the other half of the woman relaxing against your arms before letting you go entirely.

The beast would then proceed to fall of your cock, hitting the floor with a wet thump before crawling away from you, the woman’s shambling body moving forward along with the head in order to rejoin it at some point, leaving you standing there alone for a moment before you went running back to the doorway in order to open it. You managed to get it open, running through and panting as you heard it lock behind you as you stood naked in the decontamination room, hearing the sound of the steam fizzing out of its metal prison and into the room as you thought about what you were going to write in your report, especially since that you got a lot of new data from this experiment you’ve conducted. You would certainly have to put extreme sexual aggression down as one of them, clearly the beast wouldn’t stop unless it got its fill, and you were also going to put in that they definitely have some kind of connection when they’re connected but if there’s one thing that you’d need to note down it was…

They’d need to be tested separately next time.