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September 25, 2016

Servant of the Undead, erotic zombie horror free read

Isabelle Drake’s Servant of the Undead

If you’re new to this serial, you can start with Part 1, “Do it.” 

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Part 20: “Remember, I warned you.”

Hayden opened his eyes and watched his breath come out in frigid puffs. Beyond the car’s windshield, moonlight blended into a narrow line of snow-covered trees, stretching across the horizon. The sky was clear, the night still, the air bitter with an icy scent.

Beside him, a woman groaned.

Rachelle, wrapped in her fur coat.

She opened her eyes. “Oh, hey.”

He nodded, fighting a wave of dizziness.

“Guess I feel asleep.” She rubbed her cheeks with her mittened hands. “Where are we?”

“Not sure.”

Outside, Mattie lingered, her booted feet deep down in the snow, the wind pushing her skirt against her thighs.

Rachelle dropped her hands. “You drove us here.”

servantHayden glanced at the backseat. His backpack with his notebook, camera and tablet was there, the bag of food they’d brought and the thermos. The last thing he remembered—Mattie giving him directions while they were all drinking tea. He patted his chest pocket. His phone was gone. He reached back, checking his back pocket, checking for his wallet and noticed his belt was undone, hanging down the back of his pants.

“What’s wrong?” Rachelle asked.

“Nothing. Let’s get out.” He shoved open the car door and climbed out, fixing his belt as he stood. A wave of dizziness found him and he grabbed the top of the door.

Mattie trudged over. “It’ll wear off once you start moving.”

“Seems I’ve already been doing some moving.”

“You did a little. I did more.”

Rachelle, who’d moved away from the car, spun in a circle, her arms wide and her face toward the sky. “Where are we, anyway?”

Mattie lifted the map and pointed to the top right corner. “We’ll walk up the river, through these trees where the snow isn’t as deep.”

Hayden propped his foot on the bumper. “Just leave the car here?”

“We won’t be gone long.” Rachelle spun again, moving so fast that her scarf flew out, waving through the frigid air like a banner.

Mattie opened the car door, grabbed Hayden’s bag then held it out for him. “You’ll want this.”

Hayden took it and dropped the strap across his shoulder. Mattie grabbed the thermos and tucked it under her arm.

Rachelle rounded the back of the car. “You really think we’re going to see something out there?”

“My friend must’ve seen something or else he wouldn’t have made this map. Right?” Mattie rolled the brown paper up, tucked it into the inside pocket of her leather and started walking toward the trees.

Rachelle followed, her shorter legs working harder to get through the snow. “It’s not anything dangerous, is it? I mean, nothing bad can happen to us, right?”

Mattie waited for Rachelle to catch up then bumped her shoulder. “Only bad stuff we want to happen.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught Hayden’s gaze. “Right, Hayden?” Then she unscrewed the top of the thermos, passed it to Rachelle. She drank. When she offered it to him, he took it and drank too.


The dizziness of coming to was more intense this time. Hayden opened his eyes and stretched his arms, sliding them to his sides. A chain rattled. He tried to lift himself. Again, the sound. Fighting a thickness in his mind, he pushed harder to get himself upright. The reward was a sharp snap to his neck and a shooting pain down his back. He reached up, his fingers curled around a ring circling his neck. He tugged, rough steel cut into his palms and there was more rattling.

“Rachelle?” He crawled backwards to create slack, sat upright then yelled again, searching the small cabin room as he called her name.

“She’s fine. Probably having the best time she’s had in a while.” Mattie moved into the room from a corner, her eyes glowing green. “Except for last night, I mean. That was exceptional, wasn’t it?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, lantern light casting shadows on her face, and threw back the brown blanket, exposing him. He was naked, his cock partially erect. “Your girlfriend is both curious and enthusiastic. Very nice.” She ran her cool fingers up his shaft. The muscles of his thighs twitched and more blood flooded to his dick.

She looked up. “You’re enthusiastic too.”

Hayden gritted his teeth against the want curling through him, heating his cock and guy w bottlereminding him how it felt to thrust into Mattie’s icy body. He turned away. Beyond the edge of the bed, fire brightened a squat wood stove. Two cast iron pots hung from ceiling hooks. About three feet from the stove was a square table with two wooden chairs. The window was above the table, but there was nothing visible except blackness—a never-ending night. Mattie continued staring at him, her eyes flickering, mouth softer than usual. And her scent. It was there too, coating Hayden’s skin like a fine mist.

“You know.” She smiled, moving her gaze back to his eyes. “I think I forgot to thank you. I told you to make it good, give me something worth watching, and you did. She stroked his balls, causing a shiver to rip upward from his crotch. “I appreciated your effort.”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

She continued caressing him. “I was part of it, though. Wasn’t I?”

Hot flames of fierce hunger flared deep. There was no point in denying what she already knew to be true, so he nodded. She squeezed his shaft then jerked her hand up and down as she bent to lick the tip, her hair brushing his thigh as she worked to make him harder. Hayden stiffened his spine, fighting the stab of piercing pleasure as every nerve in his body simmered, ready to be ignited.

She licked, taking her time, sliding her tongue around his tight skin. “Lay down. I’m going to suck the cum out of your cock.”

He wanted to resist but her hand was curved around his shaft, gliding up and down.

“I need it.” She paused. “You can either settle back and give it to me, or I’ll shove you back and take it.” Then she stroked him again, the coolness of her hand now familiar on his skin. “I really do like you.” Looking up at him with her green gaze, she added, “Much better than my last one.”

The links of the chain rattled as Hayden lay back and stared at the rough wood timbers running across the ceiling. “What happened to him?”

She paused. “Do you want to meet him?”

“He’s here?” His reply came out as a groan.

Instead of answering, she took in all of him. His tip bumped the back of her throat. His hips jerked. The chain shifted and the collar cut into his skin. Pain radiated to his shoulders as she continued drawing him in and out of her mouth. When he bucked, thrusting himself deeper into her mouth, she pulled away.

“What you really want to know–if he’s one of us.” She caressed him with her cool fingertips. “The answer is yes. But not all my others wanted to be turned.”

His dick twitched from the need for release but he managed to ignore it long enough to ask, “You give them a choice?”

“Of course. We all had the choice.” She slid her hand down to the base of his shaft, squeezed. “That’s enough talking, Hayden. Shut up while I make you come.”

img_6474-1She took him into her mouth, swallowing him deeply. The tension in his groin increased, circled tighter, stole the air from his lungs. He bucked against her mouth, thrusting deeper into her throat. The metal ring around his neck cut the flow air, making him gasp, as the first waves of his dense pleasure rippled through him. The rings of pleasure were cruel, circling his cock, spiraling upward and out, seeping through his body in a mad rush.  Mattie continued working to get what she needed while Hayden, lost in the spiteful bliss, braced himself for the inevitable. The orgasm came in as black smog. Mattie continued to move her mouth over him, sucking more after each jerk of his cock. She pulled every last drop from him then she moved away, still swallowing his cum as she got to her feet. She swiped the back of her hand across her glistening lips and spoke as if none of that had just happened.“I suppose you want to see Rachelle.”

Hayden, still waiting for his heart to settle, moved the chain off his shoulder and nodded.

She got off the bed, went to the stove and kicked it. Sparks flared. She kicked it again. Sparks flashed higher behind the glass. “You really need to start thinking bigger, she said. “Try to see what you aren’t even bothering to look at. You’re a thinker. Think.” She crossed to the dresser beside the bed. “I’ll take you to her. But remember, I warned you.”


Want more? The next part will be here next Sunday. Or, you can come over to the Servant of the Undead Wattpad page. Unfamiliar with Wattpad? It’s an online community for readers and writers. Its filled with free fiction of all kinds. It’s easy to log in and get started; you can use your Facebook account.

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Isabelle Drake writes erotica, erotic romance, urban fantasy, and young adult thrillers. Best Friends Never, her newest release is the first in the Cherry Grove dark YA series.

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