Green Dawn
Copyright© 2025 by BluDraygn
Chapter 2
A week passed, and most of the evidence of Lena’s injuries had faded. The most notable remnants were the stitches above her eye Ethan had put in and a few bruises on her torso where Kane had kicked her, but the swelling in her face had receded, and her bruises were in the yellow phase or had faded altogether.
Over the last seven days, Ethan learned that Lena came from a rough background. She was a waitress at a small, family-owned restaurant located near the electronics store. However, she was also struggling to make ends meet and had a couple of men she slept with for extra money or as payment for doing handiwork around her house. She didn’t have a renter’s contract, and the landlord was useless, only showing up once a month to collect his rent and try to talk her into letting him get a piece of ass. He learned of Lena’s side jobs and wanted in on the action. However, the man was a disgusting pig in both attitude and hygiene, and she preferred to sleep with one of her regulars and just give him the money when things were tight.
One of those regulars was Kane. He made good money and was the one she went to most when short on cash. He was also visiting her on G-Day. Unfortunately, he wasn’t one of the handymen and was largely clueless once the electricity went out, but he did what he could to keep her safe and bring back food.
Ethan was surprised that Kane hadn’t insisted on taking her back to his place. She explained that the house from which he rescued her was her place, and that Kane lived in an upper-class apartment complex overrun with Greenies, but they didn’t discover this until weeks later. Since she lived in the cinder-block house with a steel door and metal shutters on the windows, he decided that staying at her place was safer while still close to supplies offered by the city. Lena explained that her house used to be an old storefront that was later converted into a living space, and the former owner had installed the shutters and steel door to deter thieves.
Though the coming of the zombies was terrifying at first, life settled into a rhythm with Kane where he’d go gather foodstuffs and other supplies in the hours before morning when the Greenies were least active, then bring them back home where Lena would be waiting to take care of his body’s needs and help him destress.
Life continued like that until he started getting violent. But that only lasted a few weeks before Ethan rescued her.
Now, a week and a few days had gone by since that night.
After her bath, Lena sat on the edge of the bed and insisted he check her groin to be certain everything down there had healed up and returned to normal.
He tried to be professional. He tried to be a paramedic. He tried to be impersonal. But when the only evidence of any problem was the strong scent and slight swelling from Lena’s arousal, Ethan’s willpower crumbled. The problem was that Ethan loved to eat pussy. The taste and smell of an aroused woman’s sex was one of his favorite things in the world, and waking up to his lover lowering her sex to his waiting mouth was one of the best ways to start a day, right behind a blowjob or a wet pussy sinking onto his morning wood.
He had been lucky to have those experiences many times in the past. Like the coming of the Greenies, working around death and trauma constantly messed with your head. There was no shortage of nurses willing to fuck away some of the stress of their jobs with a handsome paramedic they sometimes saw multiple times a night. But that was back in the city where he worked. His parents were out of town on a cruise when G-day came, and Ethan was only in Hartford house-sitting. As the number of people moving around town dwindled, so did his expectation of ever being with another woman.
Lena had shaved herself again, and there was no hair to interfere as he leaned in and pressed his tongue into Lena’s folds. Ethan groaned as his tongue touched her and slipped into the heat of her sex. He grabbed her legs and lifted them, tilting her hips back before swirling his tongue around her entrance and then stabbing it inside.
Lena’s taste nearly brought him to tears. Not that he was so ecstatic about going down on a woman again, but because at that moment, he felt like all the times he seriously considered eating a bullet but instead put the gun back in its holster were worth the wait.
“Yesss,” she hissed as she gripped a handful of his hair and pulled him harder against her pussy. Lena’s juices soaked his tongue as it slid in and out of her heat, making him groan again.
Ethan moved up and began flicking her pearl. Lena moaned louder and whimpered, “Yes. It’s been so long,” as her hand went to the back of his head and held him in place. It sounded like Kane wasn’t the clitoral connoisseur that he was.
It wasn’t long before Leena’s legs clamped around his head and her sex pressed back against his tongue while a long, loud moan escaped her.
When she released his head from between her thighs, Ethan climbed to his feet and reached for his belt.
Lena sat up, her sultry gaze meeting his. “That was wonderful,” she purred while reaching up and helping him undo his pants. “I only came a few times at the very beginning with Kane.” When Ethan’s cock sprang free of his underwear, Lena grasped it by the base like a long-lost treasure and dragged her tongue up the side.
“Get used to it,” he growled as she continued coating him with saliva. “I love the taste of pussy and making a woman cum.”
“I’m looking forward to it. I knew that first night you would be better than Kane,” she said before taking him into her mouth. Lena moved her head back and forth a few times before taking him deeper. She pulled back and looked up at him as her hand stroked his shaft. “Just the fact that you were willing to wait until I healed was enough to tell me I made the right choice.” She sucked in a deep breath before taking him to the root, only pausing for a brief moment as the head of his prick pushed into her throat.
Ethan groaned as he reached down and put a hand on the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time he’d been deepthroated, but it was the first time a woman started with one. That didn’t mean it felt any less amazing. Just the fact that it wasn’t his own hand wrapped around his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. He didn’t expect to last long, but at the same time, he was sure he had a second round in him. After so long alone and going the last week without touching himself, he might even have a third.
Usually, he rubbed one out about once a week. It was hard to get in the mood when you were surrounded by monsters trying to eat you. But Lena’s presence severely limited his chances to blow off a little steam. His only real opportunity was when he bathed, but the bathroom echoed so badly that if Lena were silent for any amount of time, it would be obvious what he was doing. Worse yet, she had his libido in overdrive. Lena was pretty but not stunningly attractive. However, his dick cared little about her looks, and to be honest, neither did Ethan. He’d bedded a fair number of young nurses who were on the homely side but found their attitudes toward sex and willingness to share their bodies extremely alluring. Maybe it was womanly instinct. Maybe he gave off signals that she picked up on. Maybe this was just the kind of person she was and he got lucky, but by the end of the week, she seemed to know how to push all his buttons and had been poking every one of them repeatedly.
Repeatedly wasn’t the right word. “Mercilessly” was more apropos. She knew perfectly well what kind of effect she had on him and used it to test his resolve. Perhaps she saw it as a game to make him give in before the end of the week-long delay he imposed on any more talk of sex.
The icing on the cake was that she did not have the same compunctions about masturbation. Over the last two days, he had woken up to the sound of Lena breathing heavily and shivering. On the first day, he woke up facing away from her and persevered despite knowing what was happening just behind his back. But last night, he needed to know. She froze as he rolled over to face her while only letting his eyes flicker open for a moment. Ethan then forced himself to take deep, slow breaths as if he had immediately fallen back asleep. The slight, rhythmic shaking started again a few seconds later. From his brief glimpse, Ethan knew Lena had her hand down the front of her pants, and her tiny gasps left little question about what it was doing there. The speed at which she started again, and that she hadn’t rolled over to face away from him before continuing, told him either she was extremely aroused, extremely reckless, or wanted to get caught. From the way she had been teasing him, Ethan guessed the latter.
When she quietly breathed his name moments before he sensed her body tightening up, he nearly lost his resolve. It didn’t help that his cock was hard as steel afterward and that it felt like it took forever before he finally drifted back to sleep.
But if she was masturbating without any discomfort, then what was about to happen was inevitable, and Ethan was prepared.
He pushed Lena’s head down and thrust into the tightness of her throat a few times before letting her up. But Lena didn’t draw back, gasping for breath. Instead, she slowly backed off his cock, her tongue massaging the underside as she looked up at him with eyes that challenged him to be rougher.
If she liked getting rough, that was fine, but not right now. Ethan pushed her back onto the bed. Lena let the towel slip free as she fell backwards, revealing her breasts before using the momentum to kick her legs up into the air and grab them behind the knees. Ethan’s cock twitched at the display. Her slightly parted thighs made a V that pointed directly at her pink, shaved pussy shining with moisture that, from the scent still clinging to his mouth and nose, was not wetness from her recent shower. She looked up at him with the same challenging stare from between her legs, her face flushed as she panted with anticipation.
Ethan reached down into the pocket of his pants, still caught around his knees, and produced a silver foil package containing a condom. Lena frowned at him as he ripped it open while letting his pants fall to the floor. He couldn’t kick them off because he still had his boots on, and like hell was he going to stop and take time to unlace them. Her expression told him that she still didn’t entirely believe what he said about the Greenies not tracking by scent.
“I was hoping our first time could be raw,” she muttered.
“I mentioned before that I wasn’t going to bring a kid into this hellhole if I could help it,” he said as he pulled the condom out of the package. “Want to keep going?”
Lena’s frown turned into a pout as she looked away, but her hands slid from her knees downward to her ass before grabbing on either side of her sex and pulling her pussy lips apart, revealing a small dark hole that opened and closed as she tightened and relaxed the muscles down there. For Ethan, it was like her pussy was winking at him in invitation.
He quickly rolled the condom down his cock, thankful that it seemed to have weathered the past summer without damage. Without working air conditioning, some of the box stores had become sweltering hot in the summer’s heat, and he knew that heat was bad for latex.
Ethan placed the head at her entrance and pushed. Lena’s wetness let him slip easily inside, but as soon as her heat enveloped the crown, she tightened the muscles of her sex. He looked up at her face, worried that she tensed in pain, but instead found her mouth curled into a sly smirk, despite refusing to look up at him. He continued pressing into her, and her eyes closed as a small moan escaped her lips.
No longer feeling he needed to worry about hurting her, Ethan focused on the feel of Lena’s pussy wrapped around him. And it was glorious.
He knew in the back of his head that this wasn’t the best pussy he’d ever stuck his cock in, but to the rest of him, he may as well have died and gone to heaven. His vision blurred as his pubes pressed against her clean-shaven mound.
“I had men say I was good, but you’re the first I’ve ever brought to tears,” she giggled, turning her head to look at him again.
“Shut up,” he chuckled, wiping the wetness from his eyes. “I gave up on ever making love to a woman again a long time ago. I’ve dreamt of this moment but never thought it would actually happen.”
“Even with the way I’ve been teasing you?” she asked, relaxing her sex as she pulled him down on top of her.
“I was still half expecting to wake up and discover you were just a dream.”
Lena took his face in her hands. “Well, I’m not, and I know how lonely you’ve been. So, let it out. Make love to me and let out all the stress and loneliness from staying alive in this godawful world.”
“Don’t say that, Lena.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve seen too many people die since the zombies came and know just how easy it is for one of them to pop up out of nowhere and sink their teeth into you. I can’t afford to fall in love with you.”
“I wouldn’t mind. Nobody’s talked about falling in love with me since high school.”
“We’ve known each other for a week.”
“And we’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, trying to survive. Things work differently now. A little love can’t hurt.”
“It wouldn’t hurt, but it makes a person do stupid things. In the past, it might have been cute or fun, but here it could get one or both of us killed.”
“You’re ruining the mood,” she said with a shake of her hips.
“Sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“Talking? Yes. I want to feel good, not think about bad things.”
“Fine,” said Ethan, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into Lena’s heat with a groan. “But we need to have that discussion sooner rather than later.”
“Would you shut up and fuck me?”
He paused in surprise before chuckling, “Yes, Ma’am!” and started thrusting into her with long, easy strokes. Their brief conversation distracted him enough that he didn’t feel like he was going ot pop any moment, and he settled into a rhythm that Lena seemed to enjoy.
But without the distraction, things were progressing quickly again as he plunged in and out of her pussy, spurred on by her moans each time he sank into her depths. Ethan’s rhythm stuttered as the pleasure spiked.
Lena wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss as she started throwing her hips up into him.
Breaking their kiss, she pulled his head next to hers and whispered, “Give it ot me. Let it all out.”
Ethan didn’t know if that was the wrong thing to say or the perfect thing to say to him at that moment. A guttural growl started deep in his chest and built in volume as he drove his cock her with vicious, violent thrusts. If she felt any discomfort, Lena didn’t show it as she cooed encouragement into his ear.
“If you want it,” he growled, “Then take it!” Ethan shouted as he sped up until his hips were a blur, grunting with exertion each time he bottomed out inside her. Lena’s whispers faltered as her fingers dug into his back. He felt her body shudder as a long moan escaped her lips.
It was enough to send him over the edge. The grunts and growls joined together into a primal shout that turned into a roar as he drove his cock deep into Lena’s pussy. Despite bottoming out, he continued to drive forward as he erupted inside her sex, pushing her further onto the bed. He felt Lena’s nails rake across his back and her legs wrap around him as her pussy tightened around his cock, but those were mere side notes to what was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. Ethan collapsed on top of Lena, wheezing, but only a few seconds passed before his gasping breaths turned into sobs.
The nails biting into his back turned into soft hands as Lena relaxed beneath him. “That’s it, let it all out,” she said, as she combed her fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
He did just that and let all the stress and tension of the past few months drain out of him as he sobbed into the bedsheets. This went on for a few minutes before they finally subsided. Ethan buried his face in the linens to soak up any remaining tears before pushing himself up.
“Are you good?” Lena asked.
“Yeah. Sorry you had to see that.”
“Don’t be. I literally asked for it.”
“I suppose you did,” Ethan chuckled, then quickly sobered as the memory of what he did filtered back into his thoughts. “Fuck, the building is probably crawling with Greenies. Thank God they can’t reach us. I got pretty rough there. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be sore, but in a good way.” She drew in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “I have never been fucked like that before in my life.”
“And I’ve never cum that hard before either. Months and months of forced abstinence will do that to a guy, I guess.” Ethan tried to pull out, but her legs stopped him. “I thought you were sore?”
“I will be. But I’m not at the moment and want to enjoy this for a minute longer.”
“Wait too long and we’ll be going for round two.”
“Promise?”
“After that, you want more?”
She took a moment to answer. “It’s not about what I want right now. It’s about what you need. Kane was an ass at the end, but I wasn’t alone through all this like you. You’ve taken care of me since I got here, now let me take care of you. I’m not a doctor or a nurse or a paramedic, but I know a little bit about what men like,” she said, squeezing his cock with her sex.
“I appreciate it, but what about you? You just got all healed up, and I don’t want to hurt you again. You just got away from Kane, I don’t want you feeling like you jumped into the same situation.” The squeeze might have been just to punctuate her point, but it reminded him that his prick was still buried to the hilt in her pussy, and that started it growing again.
Lena took notice and smiled, giving him another squeeze. “The fact that you care enough to be worried is enough to know I’m not in the same situation as with Kane. As for me ... I like sex. I know what I told you about Kane and the other guys I slept with makes me sound like a whore, but I actually slept with most of them first, and they started giving me money to help with bills and fixing things around my house later. I like sex, I don’t like getting beaten up by the guy I’m sleeping with.”
“You say that after what I just did to you.”
“Are you seriously feeling guilty about that? My pussy would be purring right now if it could. That may have been the best fuck of my life. My only complaint is that you were wearing a condom. That would have been a great way to get knocked up.
“But let me take care of you, now. For the next ... say ... three days, I’m yours. You can have me any time, any way you want. Get out all your frustration and loneliness.”
“Any way?”
“I’ve had a cock or two in my ass before. If you have a vibrator somewhere, I might even get off, too.”
“You’re making it very hard not to fall in love with you.”
Lena giggled. “Good.”
That night, during the Greenie’s downtime, Ethan checked downstairs and found five of the zombies in the shop as well as a small crowd standing outside, no doubt drawn to the building by how loud he’d been. He resolved to be quieter in the future as he turned the wheel to bring the lift back up to the second floor.
True to her word, Lena made herself completely available for the next few days, and Ethan did his best to take advantage of the situation. Because of the sheer amount of Greenies downstairs, they stayed at the furniture store the first night instead of going out for supplies, making love long into the night before collapsing in each other’s arms from exhaustion. They also discovered that the condoms Ethan had were not as reliable as he had first hoped, and two of them broke. One he caught when it happened and slipped another on, but the second they didn’t discover until he pulled out and saw a dollop of cream he had just left inside Lena’s pussy drip onto the bed below.
After a moment of panic, Ethan shrugged off the worry, trying to keep it from rearing its ugly head. He would look for more condoms tonight, hopefully from a place that didn’t get too warm. But what was done was done, and he wasn’t going to get torn up about something he had so little control over. He also knew that after getting a taste for the first time in months, the chance of a condom breaking wasn’t going to stop him from sinking his cock as deep as he could in Lena’s pussy at his next opportunity. Maybe it was selfish and hedonistic, but when getting killed by a Greenie was a nightly danger, you took what pleasures you could when you could.
Lena, however, was quite pleased about the whole situation and even lay on her back and kicked her legs up in the air in an attempt to increase her chances of getting pregnant. Ethan thought she had a few screws loose to risk bringing a kid into this world, but at the same time, he understood that she was trying to do what, in her mind, was best for their survival, no matter how misguided.
The second night, they looked at the map of the city Ethan saved on his phone before the internet died and found an adult store, hoping for some better quality condoms and maybe a vibrator for Lena. Few women had let him fuck their ass, and none of them had been half as enthusiastic as Lena seemed to be. Since they were going for more condoms anyway, Ethan didn’t want to lose this opportunity.
Someone started a fire in the first store they went to. Unburnt parts of the building were painted with crosses and words like “Whore,” “Slut,” and “Your sins brought this on us!!!”
Ethan wasn’t much of a believet. He’d seen too many kids flatline in the back of his ambulance and couldn’t reconcile that there was some god with a “master plan” who thought that was somehow necessary, but seeing green-skinned zombie children and watching people get eaten alive by Greenies put the last few nails in that coffin. It was sad that in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, people were willing to risk their lives so that they could blame someone else for their suffering.
“There’s another one in town,” whispered Lena. “It wasn’t far from my house. The lady ran a bookstore, but there was a toy shop and an adult video store in the back room.”
“I don’t know if I want to get that close to Kane,” Ethan replied quietly. “It’s probably unlikely, but I don’t want to run into him.”
Lena pulled her bike up next to his, took his hand by the wrist and put it on her ass.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighed. “Lead the way.”
It took close to twenty minutes for Ethan to pick the lock and deadbolt on the front door. They couldn’t find an open window, and the sign on the front door, stating that the premises were protected, was not to be taken lightly, especially with the solar panels mounted on the roof. House alarms had nearly killed him a couple of times in the early days. Even so, they were ready to bolt at the slightest hint of an alarm as he picked the locks. Ethan let out an audible sigh of relief as the door swung open with only the squeak of its hinges. Like many other places, the house the woman had turned into a bookstore reeked of death inside.
Just inside the door, he found the alarm’s control panel with four of the buttons stained with dried blood.
“Oh no,” Lena whispered. Behind a small counter with a cash register lay the decayed corpse of a Greenie. From her reaction, Ethan guessed that Lena recognized the tattered clothing on the zombie. “It’s always harder when you see someone you knew,” she said before turning toward the curtain-covered doorway to the back room.
Greenies weren’t immortal by any means, but instances like the shopkeeper were rare. While a Greenie might get stuck in a building for a few days out of the sun, they often made it back outside before, by his guess, they starved to death from lack of sunlight. The shopkeeper didn’t seem to do that, or even try to move closer to the window. Of course, there wasn’t much left of her corpse, so it was entirely possible that the green tint on what bits of flesh remained may have been from normal decay. But after a few months, he would have expected the woman’s soft tissue to be broken down into a puddle of black goo if that were the case.
Putting it out of his mind, he turned to follow Lena just in time for her to walk out from the back room holding two large, baudy gift bags filled with various toys. She left enough room to toss in all the batteries on the shelf behind the counter. Lena located the key for the counter’s display case and removed a few boxes of condoms, then cast unabashed looks of disapproval at Ethan while adding them to her bags.
There was something sick about the way they were collecting supplies for having sex later while stepping over the corpse of the shopkeeper, but like many things, Ethan put it out of his head. For the sake of his sanity, guilt over taking from the dead was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Lena took the house key from the keychain lying on the floor beneath the security panel, just in case they ever needed to come back. As they stepped outside, Ethan noticed a definite rise in the air temperature.
“How is it so cool in there?” he asked. There was no way that solar panels were powering an air conditioning compressor.
“Attic fan,” Lena whispered in response. “I asked her the same thing a few years ago when she said she didn’t have AC.”
“You should have mentioned that, we would have come here first.”
“I want you to do me raw. Why would I suggest coming here first when I’d rather let the condoms break a few more times?”
Ethan’s cock lurched in his pants. “We should get back home.”
“Eager are you?” she asked as they got back on their e-bikes.
“Yes, but with the detour, we are barely going to make it back before sunup, so we need to get going.”
Lena looked at the watch they found for her in the department store where they got her clothes and said, “Oh damn,” before getting on her bike and speeding off with the bags hanging from each handlebar. Ethan followed close behind, his cock hard as steel as thoughts about what they were going to do back home flooded his mind.
After the three days were up, nothing really changed. Any time Ethan showed any interest, Lena was accommodating and often eager to let him have his way with her. It probably helped that he mentioned how he loved waking up to pussy in his face, and afterward she often started her day straddling his head and enjoying a small orgasm from his tongue.
Their only point of contention was that she liked sex a little rougher than what Ethan was comfortable with. He knew it was bugging her and asked what they could do instead, because he didn’t want to be leaving bruises on her each time they had sex. Lena settled on a nice, long spanking session before a good, hard fuck as her solution. This was new territory for Ethan as he had never just put a lover over his knee and spanked her. Swat a woman’s ass while they were fucking, sure, but nothing this intense. She only needed her ‘fix’ once or twice a week. Otherwise, they kept with Ethan’s softer, more hedonistic pace.
Outside of bed, they continued their nightly search for an analog radio while collecting supplies. Lena also had her first few run-ins with Deviants and discovered just how terrifying they were. Luckily, they were on their bikes and were able to quickly outpace both anomalous zombies, but the experience still left her shaken. Until then, she had been fairly secure in their safety as they wandered around the city.
A few days after their second encounter with a Deviant, Lena got her period. Saying that she was unhappy was an understatement. Holding tight to her belief that the zombies would be able to track her by scent, she refused to go out on supply runs and instead worked on moving boxes around and tidying up the apartment. The third night of her monthly visitor, he lowered the stairs to find Lena standing there with a radio that looked like it came from the ‘80s. Along with rearranging things to give them more space, she had also been opening the boxes to see if there was anything useful inside, and the radio had been tossed into one with a bunch of other random junk.
Ethan found the C-cell batteries the radio needed and could barely contain his excitement as the station dial lit up when he turned it on. He turned the knob to adjust the station, but his hopes were only met with static.
“Dammit,” he said as he turned the knob back the other way, then repeated the process with the radio switched to AM. “Dammit Dammit Dammit Dammit!” He snatched the radio up and reared back to throw it at the wall, but Lena grabbed it from his hands.
“No, Ethan,” she said, flicking the switch to the off position. “No signal now doesn’t mean no signal ever. We should keep trying once or twice a week.”
“You’re right,” he said, dropping his head into his hands, “but that was my last hope that there was someone else out there.”