Eater Blade: Grinding in Apocalypse-Chapter 48: THE MONSTER’S BOOTY.

Another burst of lightning split the clouds. The last pocket of Eaters circled them in the ruined intersection — a flooded pit of broken cars, signs swaying, windows rattling in the wind.

Savier ducked behind Johnquis, flipping his shotgun into a freak’s gaping mouth, blasting upward —

BOOM!

Then vaulting onto a leaning streetlight to fire again from above. Johnquis surged forward, chain wrapping one monster’s arms, yanking it into Savier’s blade.

Their boots splashed, metal rang, the thunder roared and then, through the mess, Savier’s eyes darted beyond Johnquis’ shoulder.

There she was. Dancer — silhouetted in the broken window of a caved-in store. Her pale skin glowed like moonlight through the storm. Her foot-blade flicked out, slicing a crawler in half at the waist. She landed on its twitching corpse, rain dripping down the curves of her hips and thighs. Her eyes glowed golden as she locked eyes with Savier — just for a second.

Savier froze mid-laugh. His tongue hung half out, breath caught in his throat.

"Holy... fuck! Who’s that smokin’ hot monster babe, drippin’ sin like that?"

He didn’t move. Didn’t fire. Didn’t breathe. The world shrank to that white skin slick with rain, the perfect split of muscle and inhuman grace.

He just stood there, soaked, mouth hanging open in the ruin and thunder.

Johnquis, snapping another Eater’s neck, hissed: "Savier! Move your ass—!"

But Savier didn’t hear him. He was gone — eyes glazed, stuck in that storm-hung daydream of claws and legs and pale wolf eyes that made him forget every single monster still crawling closer.

His chest heaved, feet half-submerged in the flood. He dragged a tongue across his lips like a starving dog.

"Look at you... Holy mother of sin... those legs — they go all the way up to next week..."

He shuffled forward, blade draped on his shoulder, voice a breathless croon.

"Oh, those claws... baby, do those claws come in a softer setting? Hah—! God, I’d let you pin me to the bus shelter—"

Johnquis wrestled a snarling Eater off his chain. "SAVIER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

But Savier just drooled at the dark alley. "Those boobs... that waist... that ass... Please... sit on m—"

The wind howled through the broken intersection, shaking busted street signs. Heavy rain poured down, turning the dead Eaters’ insides into dark slime that swirled around the living.

Savier didn’t see any of it.

He stood there, slack-jawed. His feet squelched deeper into the flooded pothole as he leaned forward, eyes wide, pupils blown.

"God... yes... bend over like that... slice ’em up, you perfect little nightmare..."

His lips twitched around every filthy syllable. "You don’t even need to look at me... just stand there— rip them apart... drippin’ all that sin..."

Behind him, Johnquis hurled an Eater off his shoulder and snarled.

"SAVIER! FOCUS UP OR I’LL FEED YOU TO—"

Savier took a mindless step forward.

His hit a piece of slick bone. The world tipped sideways.

"Wuh— oh shit—!"

He slipped so hard his hybrid blade clattered off the wreck of a bus fender. He flipped mid-fall, arms windmilling, patches of stitched women fluttering like wet flags. He slammed flat on his back in the flood with a splash so big it painted gore across Johnquis’s legs.

"AAAH, fuck my tailbone—!"

He tried to push up but the wind howled again, blasting rain straight in his face. He squinted through the storm and there she was.

Dancer dropped from the blown-out storefront above him. She landed in a crouch on the roof of a flipped car — claws dripping, foot-blade glinting under lightning.

Another Eater lunged at her from behind — a half-skinned abnormal that almost looked human from the waist up. She twisted with inhuman grace, planted one foot on the car’s edge and sprang.

Her body flipped mid-air, the wind whipping her cape up. Her pale thighs and sculpted midriff blurred overhead. Then she slammed down onto the abnormal skull, driving it into the flooded asphalt with a crack like a tree splitting in a storm.

But she didn’t stop there. Momentum carried her, too hard, too far.

She stumbled off the abnormal’s crushed head, knees buckling. She dropped straight back, slamming onto Savier lying below.

Savier looked up just in time to see the pale curve of her backside coming down.

"Oh— oh mother of—"

WHUMP!

Dancer’s weight crashed right onto his face. Her hips hit his mouth and nose — pinning him to the flooded concrete, claws braced on either side of his head as she hissed at the next wave of Eaters. Her foot-blade whipped around, slicing at a crawler that got too close.

Savier didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t even fight it.

A long, muffled moan vibrated under her, lost in the thunder. His whole body stiffened as he felt the impossible mix: rain-slick monster thighs, cold skin like marble, the faint scrape of her clawed heels bracing against the broken street.

Blood burst from his nostrils in a thin red jet.

His eyes rolled back like he’d just seen heaven break open behind the storm clouds.

Above him, Dancer didn’t even glance down. She just used him like a living chair, pivoting her hips to dodge an Eater’s swipe. Her claw punched through its throat — hot gore splattered his cheek, adding to the mess.

Savier’s muffled voice drifted up through the storm, strangled and euphoric.

"—mMMmnh— bless the apocalypse... please never get up..."

Johnquis, locked in a deadlock with two more Eaters, spun around just in time to see the world’s dumbest sight:

Savier half-submerged in the bloody flood, eyes crossed, Dancer’s pale ass planted firmly across his drooling smile.

Johnquis almost dropped his chain in disbelief. "OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE—"

Dancer finally lifted off him in a single motion, flipping away like a white ghost into the rain. Savier lay there, arms flopped wide, nose leaking blood, mouth stretched in the dopiest grin ever to grace a ruined street.

He exhaled a shaky laugh, the storm drowning his words as he whispered at the night sky:

"...she really did it... the monster goddess... sat... right on my—"

PSHHK!

Another spurt of nosebleed shot across his cheek.

Thunder cracked.

Johnquis kicked an Eater in the gut, muttering with savage disgust,

"I hope you drown in your own goddamn nosebleed, you degenerate."

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