行尸走肉第3季

A sense of calm swept through Ryan as he wielded his blade of death. Swinging in a predictable pattern, he created an almost sensual rhythm.

He had been asleep almost six days, but it could have been six lifetimes.

Stepping forward, he weaved to the side, stabbing the practice dummy in a fluid motion.

Unknowingly Gregory's death had triggered an explosion of memories.

The memories he had were nightmarish. Slaughtering thousands while drenched in blood, he sent soul after soul to the afterlife.

The unceasing visions came one after the other. Not able to stop them, he had to endure each, growing more numb after each head parted from its body.

By the end of the nearly week-long trip down memory lane, he knew one thing was certain. He was a killer. A killer bathed in blood so red, his very soul was tainted crimson.

Seeing the dummy fully regenerated, he started another barrage of attacks, honing his now masterful skills.

The first thing he had done when he awoke was reached for a sword, for now, he felt bare without one.

He didn't know who he was before or why he was forced to kill all those people.

He had seen three people above the mountain range while on the back of the raven, watching his slaughter. Unable to make out their faces, all he could recognize was the KW on their emblem. The Kweaweth family. The rulers of the human empire, the ones he suspected, were now confirmed to be behind his torture and brainwashing.

"Humanity, I hate you." The words echoed in his mind replaying over and over as he remembered the fiery hate the younger Ryan exhibited.

Whatever the reason for his current situation, now that he had the skill, he had to practice. He had to get stronger.

Starting a simulation, he watched two fighters coming towards him. Raising his sword for an overhead strike and spun in an aerial kick disemboweling his first attacker. Swirling his sword, the knife squished home in his foe's neck, making the hologram disappear.

Hearing cheers to his left, he turned and raised one eyebrow, grinning at Lizzy, Izzy, and Emily, who were lounging on the porch and watching his every move.

"Damn, daddy! Come and use your techniques on me!" Izzy said, leaning forward and showing off her sweat-covered slick cleavage.

"No fair! Why does he get to have his innards rearranged, but you won't rearrange mine?" Emily said, blinking her eyes innocently.

"Nice form," Lizzy said, nodding at Ryan.

"Thank you for not distracting me, Liz," Ryan said, ignoring the other two.

"I'd rather see it clothless, though," Lizzy said, finishing her thought.

Narrowing his eyes, Ryan let out an exasperated sigh.

Trying not to let the beauties distract him, Ryan breathed deeply, focusing on his body. Small tingles ran through him, his battle instinct not letting him fall too deep in case an attack came from one of the three.

Having no luck getting rid of the tingle, he focused instead on his three new abilities, reading them again.

[Pleasant Face (Activatable Passive) (Emily)]

[Description: This ability allows the user to activate an aura making any onlooker see only what pleases them.]

[Energy Vision (Active) (Lizzy)]

[Description: This ability allows the user to see the energy levels of people within two ranks of the user.]

[Death Before Fear (Passive) (Izzy)]

[Description: This ability gives the user no fear of death.]

Ryan had received an ability when he had awoken from each of his new harem members as part of his specialty.

Surprised that they each already had an ability, he asked them, only to drop his jaw when they told him they were now F-Rank. All of them.

Ryan thought he needed at least a few weeks to raise their ranks to his, but low and behold; his worries were for naught.

However, the thought of the three reminded him that he still couldn't explain how Emily came to find him on a couch, Gregory's body nowhere to be found.

Someone coming into his house and standing over his unconscious body unnerved him.

'Was it the military?' Ryan thought. 'Or was it someone else?'

Ryan didn't know which thought he would rather be true. Either way, he was too weak to dig deeper.

'Strength. It's the only way.'

Turning around, he closed his lips and smiled, looking at his path to strength. Oh, it was a gorgeous sight.

Lizzy and Izzy were currently sitting to either side of the lying Emily, peeling off her olive green sundress, exposing the green lingerie underneath.

Unhurriedly getting up, Ryan made his presence known by activating his aura and newly activatable ability [Overlord of Lust]. The two combining to form a symbiosis of lechery.

Nodding for the girls to continue, Ryan watched as Emily gazed into his eyes with an inferno of need.

Lizzy reached under Emily's back and unclasped her bra, making the pesky fabric fall to the floor.

Izzy was more forward and had already wiggled Emily out of her panties, exposing the apex of her thighs.

Panting, Emily continued to stare straight ahead into Ryan's eyes.

Unable to hold himself back, Ryan dropped his pants and began stroking his erection.

Seeing Ryan release his package, Izzy began slurping Emily's canal while twisting her button between her fingers.

Lizzy wasn't idle either, fondling Emily's bosom while occasionally tweaking her peaks.

Moaning, Emily began to buck her hips against Izzy's probing fingers as she slid her right hand under Lizzy's shirt and began squeezing her breast.

Feeling his cock twitch, Ryan stopped, desiring to savor the sight.

Walking towards the kneeling Izzy, who was leaned forward solely focused on her task of pleasuring Emily, Ryan slipped off Izzy's leggings.

Seeing Izzy increase her pace as her fingers started to gyrate, Ryan rubbed his hands together and branded Izzy's cheek with his palm.

"One!" Izzy cried as her ass wiggled back and forth, her pace increasing even further.

Emily started to convulse as Izzy's lightning-fast fingers made her clit vibrate.

"Two!" Izzy screamed, her tail standing straight up as Ryan connected with his target.

"Three!" Izzy gasped as Ryan inserted his girth into her while making her ass blister.

Ryan kept smacking Izzy's cheeks as he began claiming Izzy's box.

Emily couldn't handle it anymore, blanking out in oblivion, feeling the rush of ecstasy.

Izzy lost track of the count and began to blubber out incoherent sounds as she was overcome by Ryan's dominance.

Ryan started to bellow as his cheeks flushed, his hips smacking Izzy's reddened flesh, picking up speed.

Opening his mouth, he tensed as he released, coating Izzy's inside with spurt after spurt of his thick white goodness.

Izzy began to drool as she slumped to the floor, her face sporting a blissed-out lewd expression.

Feeling nirvana, Emily, Izzy, and Ryan enjoyed their own orgasms in kind, Lizzy the only one left out of bliss. Seeing that was the case, Ryan unleashed the built-up lust and aimed it at Lizzy.

Shaking from the onslaught, she screamed as warmth spread through her body straight toward her cunt. Reaching down, she frantically kicked off her leggings and panties, beginning to rub her pussy as juices leaked between her fingers.

Bucking her hips, she looked like she was trying to fuck her hand.

Curling her toes, she was carried away as she emptied herself onto the porch in front of the smiling Ryan.