Her boyfriend

As she slurped the worm into her mouth, she looked up to see her boyfriend. She paused, with her mouth full of cum and worm. “Craig, it’s not what it looks like,” she said.

Craig just blinked at her. “You are completely covered in cum with a worm in your mouth,” he said. “There are maggots twitching in your cleavage stuck in what smells like the foulest thing I could ever imagine.”

Clara swallowed, and Craig gagged as the worm disappeared. “I’m sorry, ok. It is what it looks like, but I can’t help it. There is some kind of enchantment on this place at the moment.”

Craig’s eyes moved to Jesus, “Wait, did you?”

Clara shook her head, “You know as well as I do that undead are not actually active. Jesus is at the sway of his master. He is little more than a puppet.”

Craig shook his head, “A rotting flesh puppet you fucked?” he asked.

Clara couldn’t meet his eye, “I told you, there’s an enchantment. I can’t resist, and if I’m not well sated, then I fucking drool over the presence of other cock. Alive or dead.”

“Wait, have you fucked someone else?” he asked.

Clara shook her head, “No one alive, only zombies, several human men, a human woman, and Jesus. I almost fucked a rotten betur.”

Craig shook his head, “You have a beetle attached to your nipple,” he said.

Clara looked down and laughed, “Sorry, I had forgotten.” She reached down and pulled the beetle from her nipple, moaning in the process before popping it into her mouth.

“What are you doing?” Craig asked as she crunched down.

Clara blinked at him before realising what she had done. “Don’t worry. They’re actually quite tasty.”

“Beetles are tasty?” he asked.

“Well no, but yes, and maggots, and worms, and slugs. Oh, that slug tasted so satisfyingly bad,” she explained, starting to feel aroused again. “Say, Craig, can you fuck me? Please, I’m craving sex, and if it’s not you, then it’s going to be Jesus.”

“Are you telling me that if I don’t fuck your cunt full of rotten cum right now, you’ll just bend over and take the undead dog’s load?” Clara just moaned at his words. “What if you get pregnant?” he asked.

Clara laughed, “I can’t get pregnant. He’s undead and not the same species. I could only get pregnant if I cast Aether’s union or something like that.” She found herself panting at the thought.