Page 89 of Perfectly Perplexing Zombie

A vertical tear appeared, and Queen Silvidia walked through the rift. It closed behind her, leaving dead silence in her wake.

“Well, that was…intense,” Muriel said. “In all my years, I never thought I’d meet the fairy queen.” With a headshake, she pulled out her phone and got down to the business of planning Professor Stover’s removal.

“I can’t decide if she’s sweet or devious.” My gaze was fixed on the spot Queen Silvidia exited.

“She is both and so much more. Do not try to contain her within an ideological box. It is impossible,” Ray said with a matter-of-fact tone. “Above all, Queen Silvidia stands by her word. Should you need her, she will come.”

I twisted my hands this way and that. “I can’t believe this is my life. My very much alive life. How did I get this incredibly lucky?”

Ray’s gaze seemed stuck on where my aunt had been standing. “I doubt luck had a lot to do with it, but at the same time, I gave up hope of defining how the universe works long ago. Was your fate predestined? Was mine? Millennia ago, we were in a random vision. But if there is one thing fairies learn regarding visions, it’s that few come to fruition. They are too temperamental to trust.”

Raising my head, I gazed up at Ray. I’d never trusted anyone as much as I did him. Grabbing his hand, I rested his palm on my chest. The gentle thrum of my beating heart was steady, and I hoped it soothed him as much as it did me. With a cheeky grin, I said, “Looks like my blood is flowing again.”

“That it does,” Ray easily agreed. The smug grin teasing his lips hinted he liked where this conversation was going.

“That bringsupa lot of possibilities,” I teased. With a wide grin, I went up on tiptoes and pulled Ray’s face toward mine. Licking my lips, I said, “You know, I think I’d like to try kissing you again. I think it might feel a little different now that I’m alive again.”

“Perhaps we should do an experiment.” Ray’s voice was close to a purr as he leaned down.

“Perhaps we should do a lot of experimenting—oh.” My words turned into gentle hums of pleasure as our lips met.

I hadn’t kissed a lot of lips over my short life. Regardless, I was certain no others would taste as divine or be as addicting. There would never be another set I’d want to touch. Whether Ray and I eventually agreed to share our bond or not, there would be no other. It seemed like a bold thought, yet it wasn’t foolish. Some things were simply known, and my devotion to the fairy flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth was one of them.

* * *

“This is nice,” Ray softly said, and I couldn’t begin to find it in myself to disagree. We’d been lying in my bed for the better part of two hours. I’d fallen in and out of slumber at least twice. When I’d apologized, Ray just ran his fingers through my hair and told me I was as enchanting asleep as awake. My face felt like I had a sunburn, and I’d twisted my head and burrowed into my pillow.

“Just nice?” I gently teased. My smaller body fit perfectly within the curve of Ray’s larger one. His arm was draped over my hip, and Ray’s fingers traced nonsensical patterns along my skin. Each pass of his fingernail sent fresh shivers of pleasure fracturing across my very alive flesh.

“It’s perfection,” Ray answered with a sigh.

Snuggled up to the crown of my head, Trinket lay there like a fuzzy hat. She rolled onto her back, exposing rarely seen feet and short, yet agile, legs. Her tail lazily swayed this way and that, and a constant rumbling coo of contentment played as soothing background music.

We’d retreated to my apartment while Muriel’s zombies cleaned up what was left of the not-so-dearly departed Professor Arthur Stover. I didn’t want to stay and watch. It was too soon. Maybe it would always be too soon.

Shyness consumed me when we first walked through the door. Ray was having none of it. While we had what now equated to an eternity to explore each other, Ray had seemed desperate to touch me. We sat on my love seat, making out like teenaged humans. Our light pawing and exploration had quickly led to heavier petting. I felt fully acquainted with Ray’s lips, tongue, and mouth. My heart eagerly embraced life and beat like a champion. It thrummed comfortably within my chest, moving blood around my body, much of which happily headed south, plumping my cock.

I’d practically leaped into Ray’s lap when he palmed my responsive dick. Embarrassment tried to consume my joy, but I didn’t let it and slammed my mouth back on Ray’s. Ray was just as hard, if not harder, than me. Neither of us indulged our desires to their final outcome. That level of pleasure could wait. We were exhausted. We both needed rest and…time. The possibilities were too new. My new life wasn’t solely human-based. Aurelia had increased my fairy blood, and neither Ray nor I knew what that meant, if anything.

Physically, I was subtly different. My ears were finely tipped, my eyes swirled like a calm, rolling ocean, and my highlighted hair had new color variants. Aurelia said I’d live longer than a human, but did that mean my life span would be the equivalent of a fairy? Would I heal as quickly as Ray did? Queen Silvidia said she could feel a fairy soul bond within me, although it was quieter than a typical fairy. I wasn’t sure what that should feel like and needed time to explore my new existence and understand what that meant for my future.

“You’re thinking very hard, Wendall.” Ray’s tone remained soft. “Would you care to share?”

Would I? It was odd to have someone I felt comfortable talking with. “I was just wondering about the new and improved me. I’m not sure what to expect. I don’t think mywantshave changed much. Myneedswill surely be different.” My sigh was light with relief. “Certainly, my dietary needs have…expanded.”

“Indeed. I doubt you’ll currently find anything in your refrigerator appealing.”

“Eww…no. Trinket will still like it, I’m sure.” I reached up and ran my fingers through Trinket’s fur. She cooed a little louder but didn’t truly wake.

“And those wants? You said they haven’t changed much.” Ray was fishing, but I didn’t mind.

“Oh, those wants are still very present. Fortunately, now I can fully explore what that means.” Turning, I faced Ray.

His tender smile and brilliant eyes tugged at my beating heart. I slid my hand up, resting my palm on the side of Ray’s smooth cheek. The position was intimately soothing. Working my way up, I traced a line from his cheek to Ray’s eyebrow, lowering my fingers again until they slipped along his lips. The pad of my finger slid across that plump surface before I lowered my hand and tangled my fingers in Ray’s crimson hair.

“You have the softest, prettiest hair I’ve ever seen. I want to drape it over my naked body and roll around in it.” My cheeks flushed with the admission. “I know that might sound creepy, but—”

“From anyone else’s lips but not yours.”

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