A ‘friend’ comes to her aid.

As Clara took an involuntary step towards the hoard, she heard a bark from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Jesus standing there, her plank of wood at his feet. He barked again, and Clara nodded.

She turned and ran again, stopping briefly to pick up the plank of wood, and the duo was off down the halls. “You came back and found my weapon. You are such a good boy,” she said.

Jesus barked, and Clara could almost swear that he was saying he should get a treat. She had to admit she was sickly aroused, and if she faced off against the zombies in this state, she would likely give in to her lust. She needed her craving satiated. “Alright. When we get somewhere safe, I will give you a treat. You’ll treat me right, right?” Jesus barked again, and Clara took it as an agreement.

By the time they stopped running, Clara was covered in a sheen of sweat. They had managed to get into the kitchens and were hiding in a large walk-in fridge which had been left open when the magical power went out. Surrounded by the insulating foam of the fridge, it would be a safe spot of quiet to recover. She pulled the door closed, leaving a piece of paper in the latch so it would lock and turned to face her undead companion.

“I guess I owe you,” she said as she crouched down. “So, what do you want?” she asked.

Jesus leant forward and licked her face, and Clara immediately joined him. She kissed him with passion and arousal, sucking on his tongue and letting his delve into her mouth. After a few moments, she pulled away, panting. “I can’t believe I’m lusting after an undead dog.”

Jesus sat, and Clara could see his erection under him, slimy and rotten. She moaned quietly. “Well, you pleased me with your mouth before. Would you like the same in return? It’s only fair.”

She moved to all fours and reached out to gently stroke Jesus’ cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. “I am about to suck an undead dog off. And it’s making me feel hot.”

She pursed her lips and leant forward, sucking the tip into her mouth. It was sweet and smelt terrible, and the perverse nature of it turned her on all the more.

Jesus whined as she started to suck on his cock, and Clara returned with a moan of her own. He seemed content to let Clara take control, and she relished the opportunity, slowly sinking deeper onto his cock until she could feel it at the back of her throat. As the squelch of deep throating continued for several minutes, Clara felt something crawling across her hand. She looked at the sensation to find a corpse beetle crawling over her. Remembering her first engagement with the undead, Clara took the beetle in between her fingers and guided it to her nipple. As the mandibles clamped home, she moaned. To be blowing her undead dog while a beetle bit her nipple made her shudder, and she felt herself cum. She pulled back from Jesus, “God, I just came, and nothing has touched my cunt,” she said. She looked down at the beetle to see it latched on tightly, a little welt of blood showing how firmly it had gripped. “So tell me, boy, do you want to cum in my mouth and make me eat these things? Or in my cunt and fill me with wriggling things that I will feel for hours?”

Jesus barked again. “I suppose you are right. We have time for both.” She said with a smile, flicking the corpse beetle lightly to aggravate it. Its pincers firmed on her nipple, and she moaned again before going back to sucking on Jesus’ rotten cock.