Life After Undeath

We soon arrived at the homeworld of the ettins, the baby birdie flew back towards the River Styx (after having received payment for having flown us over to the ettin homeworld), and Juno and Griff asked Osiris and I if we wanted to spend some time on their homeworld or if we wanted to just get transportation back to Earth.

“I don’t really want to go back to Earth yet.” I said, “It’s probably a disaster there, with everyone turning into lights-on zombies and trying to figure out what to do for the next several thousand years!”

“I’ll go with what Aakifa wants.” Osiris said, putting an arm around my shoulder, “You sure that we’ll be welcome here though?”

“Oh, the ettins won’t care about having a couple of zombies here with them.” Juno told us, “Hell!, they might even end up wanting to try n’ convince more of y’all to come live here!”

“Why would they want to do that?” Osiris asked, in a puzzled tone of voice, and Griff responded that, “Lights-on zombies who will remain zombies for thousands of years are actually pretty useful and hard to get ahold of. There might be lots of folks from different planets who’ll be itching to try n’ get zombies to leave Earth and live with them.”

“We’re useful, eh?” I asked, skeptically, “And how exactly are we useful?”

“Oh, we don’t know yet about you two specifically;” Juno said, “but you’re very low maintenance, low threat, and high possibility of reward beings.”

“Yeah!” Osiris said, with a grin, “Just ask yourselves; what’s a skill that you have? Then think, what if I kept on improving on that skill for a thousand years? Then, ask yourselves what skills you may have but don’t even realize that you have! Now, imagine having a thousand years to figure that out and cultivate those skills. Lots of possibilities!, eh?”

“Huh.” I said, “I guess thousands of years is a long time. Like, imagine if J. R. R. Tolkien had had thousands of years to write.”

“We’d have been saved! from the prequel-which-must-not-be-named, and would’ve almost certainly actually gotten a GOOD prequel to his books!” Osiris joked, before adding, “Just kinda kidding. The prequel isn’t totally awful, but Tolkien would’ve definitely done a better job on it.”

“I don’t know who this Tolkien is,” Juno said, “but it sounds like you’re on the right track. To be clear, we don’t expect anything like this Tolkien person’s books out of you; but many ettins will be curious about how you use your time here, to be sure.”

We continued taking for a while, and then Juno and Osiris showed us to our living quarters and said that they’d see us again soon!

We bid them farewell, and then Osiris and I eyed each other hungrily. Yes, being zombies meant that we couldn’t enjoy food, but we were completely capable of enjoying what we WERE hungry for!

***Warning. Sexual content ahead. Feel free to skip the rest of this chapter if you like.***

Our lips connected instantly, and we kept them connected as we made our way over to the bed.

We didn’t even bother taking any clothes off for a while, as our tongues danced ecstatically around together and our hands excitedly explored each other bodies.

It was probably hours before we did finally begin taking each other’s clothes off, and we went about it very slowly, as we continued enjoying the contact of our mostly-clothed bodies against each other (and our tongues tirelessly continued having lots of sweet sweet fun together).

Eventually, our clothes were all finally off; and we were in total love-making mode, while our tongues still continued to be happily joined together.

As I experienced euphoric orgasm after euphoric orgasm, I wondered if perhaps we would just continue making love like this non-stop for the thousands of years that it would take for us to de-zombify and become normal humans again.

Actually, this seemed like a pretty good goal!

Why not try to continue making love for the entire time?

Wouldn’t that be about as epic an accomplishment as any zombie could possibly achieve!

Ha! Sure, some people might write lots of books, or invent new ways of traveling or whatever; but WE were setting the universe-record for longest love-making session ever!

Muahahahahahahahaha!

We’d keep it up so long, that we’d still be making love when we became human again, and THIS very romantic romp would lead to me getting pregnant with our child, because we’d be back to being able to procreate again by the time that it ended!

Or, maybe the antidote was actually semi-fraudulent, and we’d NEVER stop making love!

Two zombies! Making love for all of time! Woohoo!

I began laughing, and saw Osiris get a slightly confused look in his eye; but I only went at our passionate sex even harder!, and his confused look turned into an amused one as he got even more erotically energetic too!

Then, the bed broke…

We didn’t let that stop us though!, and we continued going at it like bunnies; not worrying at all about the broken bed!

Then the floor broke…

We joyfully clung to each other as we fell, and I noticed that we’d fallen into Juno and Griff’s kitchen, which made sense since we’d been in the living abode that was above them.

I really hated to let this little bump in our road-to-making-love-for-forever actually put a stop to our blissful experience, but I knew that Griff and Juno would be running into the kitchen to find out what’d happened pretty soon, and I didn’t want to traumatize them again.

Well, traumatize Griff again… After all, Juno had been asleep when we’d first awkwardly exchanged words with Griff on the River Styx.

Osiris and I pulled the blanket that had fallen with us so that it was covering us up completely (except for our faces), and were laughing our tails off as Juno and Osiris rushed in to find out what was going on!

“The floors around here really do need to be built a bit better.” Osiris joked, and I added, “Yeah! We won’t apologize for the floors not being well-built!… Ummm… Also… Y’all got any clothes that we can wear?”

Griff and Juno bewilderedly got us some ill-fitting (but capable of doing what we needed them to do) clothes, and said that we could stay in their guest room until the flooring of our living quarters had been fixed.

“I just don’t get it…” Osiris said, confusedly, “These living spaces are supposed to be built really sturdily!”

“Well, not sturdily enough to withstand the likes of Osiris and I!” I declared!, and the four of us all burst out laughing, and continued our laughter for quite a while…