Clara tries to push her off.

Clara’s mind was fractured as she felt her new lover’s tongue, twitching with whatever creature called her home, in her mouth. Part of her wanted to give in to her desires. Part of her wanted this to stop.

She grabbed the woman’s waist, in passion or to push her off, Clara could not say. As she squeezed the woman’s waist, she felt her thumb sink through the rotting flesh. An ooze crept out from the wound to stick to her fingers.

The zombie moaned at her pushing and moved back slightly, only to shift up Clara’s body more. She risked a glance back and saw shadows of shambling forms edging around the last corner. The hoard was close.

When she turned back to the woman atop her, intent on pushing her away, she saw that the woman had moved to position her breast at Clara’s head. Her large tit and firm nipple discoloured from ****.

Clara pushed again as the woman pressed her breast to Clara’s lips. Clara heard herself moan at the invitation and sucked on the woman’s dead nipple even as she tried to push her away. She rolled the woman over, staying on top of her as she did and continued to suck on her breast. Her body craved more, and she sucked harder as she positioned her feet to run. She had a few moments to enjoy herself, she rationalised.

She leant into the woman’s breast as she moaned and sucked. Suddenly she felt the pressure of her sucking disappear, and she felt a wriggling mass swarm into her mouth. She sat up and watched in horror as the woman’s nipple had popped and a surge of maggots swarmed from the hole. It looked like a fleshy volcano spewing forth the larval creatures. She could feel the maggots in her own mouth and closed it before slowly chewing—the sick sweet taste of the woman’s rotten flesh mingling with the acrid tang of the maggots.

Clara looked to the side to see the hoard of undead stepping around the corner. She quickly rolled away from the woman who reached out to grab her robe. She struggled out of it, once again ending up naked and looked to the plank of wood she had before. She had dropped it when she fell, and now she could not see it. She looked around for a few more moments, slowly backing away from the woman who crawled after her. Behind her, the hoard shambled closer, among them the form of an undead betur. Its towering body stood over the other creatures, its cow-like head and heavy-set torso host to so many insects.

Clara held her legs together, panting in sick arousal and fascination as the betur pushed its way to the front. Its cock, thick and engorged, appeared to have a worm wriggling from its tip, and Clara licked her lips.

She had to run, she knew it, but she could make her legs work. Her body craved these things, craved to be fucked and filled with pestilence, to taste it on her lips and feel the crunch of maggots and beetles between her teeth.

She looked towards her escape route and…