Handle it another way

Without hesitation, Annette pushes herself away from the crotch of the zombie, spluttering and coughing once the awful tasting cock was free of her mouth. Leaning forward, she spat out as much of the lingering rot as she could onto the floor below, shuddering in disgust when a few maggots appeared in the splotches of saliva and pre-cum.

Before she could offer a handjob alternative to the monster, a slimy half-skeletal hand grasped her throat cutting off her oxygen. Her eyes widened as she was lifted off the ground with little effort and planted roughly against the wall behind her. The undead was not taking the oral rejection well...

Reaching down with it's other hand, the bony fingertips tore through the middle of her pants, exposing her cotton underwear to the cool night air that carried the rotten stench towards her.

Annette gasped in shock as she was pinned against the wall by the fetid body opposite her. She couldn't get a word out, not that the creature had any interest in listening to her. Instead, it clumsily pulled and tore the healer's underwear aside before running it's oozing cockhead up into her depths, it's inherent disgusting greasiness allowing full penetration. The act clearly had an effect on the monster as Annette's tight passage elicited a haunting moan of pleasure for it. Releasing its **** grip slightly, and compensating by lifting the underside of the redhead's thigh as it fucked her in a clumsy rhythm, allowed Annette to breathe once again, inhaling precious oxygen - tainted as it was from the overbearing odour of her partner.

Feeling the cold invasion inside of her increasingly wet pussy **** her to moan out, despite her ****. Grimacing, she closed her eyes, but that only served to picture things vividly. Between the sparks of arousal, her mind fixated on the revolting details she noticed earlier on the undead dick she foolishly took into her mouth. The tiny white bodies of the maggots, the sludge-like rot and flowing pre-cum. It was painting her inner walls in all manner of filth. She could feel the wriggling of the insects inside of her before they were mashed into a paste by the animalistic thrusting of the infested cock, which only shook off more in turn, repeating the sick macabre process.

Releasing her neck as it freely sought the pleasure it demanded from her, the slimy hand slid up her neck and onto her cheek where the loose flesh of it's thumb curled around the corner of her mouth. Annette gagged in revulsion as she tasted the flesh once again, albeit somewhat milder than it's cockmeat. She took note of the leaning forward of the repugnant zombie's head, seemingly intent on contaminating her mouth in a different manner. The Priestess groaned and turned away instantly, causing the undead to forcefully pull her head back by it's thumb in her mouth, it's jagged fingernail scratching her gums letting out a moan of pain from the redhead.

It's face was practically touching hers when it roared aggressively, all the while banging her against the wall with it's thrusts. Her open mouth caught copious amounts of thick off-yellow spittle from the zombie's rotting maw. While still better than the filth from the tip of it's dick, the flavour was still offensive to her senses, like dense, murky pond water. Intent on overwhelming them further, it stuck it's tongue deep into Annette's mouth, mashing it against her own, coating it in additional helpings.

"Mmnff... sclk.. Mmmn.... mm.."

Throughout the ordeal, the intrusive feelings she attempted to suppress only grew as the taboo nature of her most sensitive and pure areas being thoroughly tainted by the lecherous cadaver, while it pressed it's wet, decaying flesh into the thin cotton and bare skin of the woman. Restrained against the closet wall, she could only moan around the tongue invading her mouth as she felt the throbbing begin, deep inside of her. It may have been a few maggots, but her mind pictured upwards of 30 filling her as the ejaculation begun, spurting cold fluid deeper than she thought possible. Swallowing the new gunk in her mouth, she felt the onset of a climax...

Writhing around atop the cock, she sensed her wetness grow and grow as she felt the foreign insertions writhe around within her folds, carrying her to a depraved orgasm, her lower lips milking the rotten tool for every last drop of putrid cum on offer.

Annette's expression unfurrowed as a look of ecstasy replaced one of discomfort. She began to absentmindedly swirl her tongue around the fetid zombie's, further coating her own in it's foul saliva, as her lustful moans and deep breaths mixed with the stench of **** the zombie exhaled into her. Regaining some strength, her feet stretched out, curling her heels around the back of the monstrous form, as if to provide gentle encouragement to keep going...