Plenty more

She lay inside the tight confines of the naga for some time. Maggots and corps beetles crawled over her as she writhed in desire for more. After some time, she felt a heaving as the naga moved to bring her back up. The trip back up the creature's throat was jarring and the light intense as she was deposited on the floor along with the digestive juices of the naga and a variety of parasites.

Her whole body tingled in pleasure and from the juices of the naga's stomach. She looked around and saw the Bone Lord standing beside the undead horse, its rotten cock flaccid, and she moaned. "More, please more, fuck me, eat me."

The Bone Lord stepped closer, his gaunt features stretched in a smile. Slowly he touched her, and she felt the wounds where the naga's teeth had cut her skin heal up. "I can heal you of your wounds, provided you are still alive," he said softly.

Clara moaned, "Please, more," she reiterated.

The Bone Lord looked around the room. Clara noticed there were more undead creatures here. "Pick one," he said.

"I don't know," she said, "just fuck me, eat me, please use me to satiate your creatures desires."

The Bone Lord pulled her to her feet and turned her to face his crowd of undead. He reached around her, holding her close as his clawed fingers found her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, his claws drawing points of blood as Clara moaned. "Choose one, or I will, and you won't return."

Clara moaned again, pushing her arse back against him, "You mean," she couldn't voice the question.

"You pick one to ravage your body, or you will be ground up in one of my creatures teeth," she shuddered and guessed he really meant it.

His tail slid up between her legs to push into her cunt. She moaned as he pushed the bony ridges deep. She looked around the group of undead creatures trying to pick what she wanted, what she craved. "The barbacain," she panted, "let it eat me while something else fucks me."

The Bone Lord squeezed her breasts one more time, his claws digging deeper, and he relished the moan which came from her. Then he pushed her forward towards the barbacain.

Barbacain are strange creatures, monstrous in every sense of the word. Seven-foot tall with a long vertical mouth through its torso. A long lashing tongue covered in tiny venomous barbs which produce euphoria.

As she got close, she felt other undead closing around her, and the barbacain opened its mouth, inviting her to step inside. She looked at the rows upon rows of teeth and shuddered, she was about to step into the maw of a monster for it to chew her while the rest of the hoard took turns fucking her, and she couldn't wait.

She stepped into the creature's mouth. It was slimy, sticky. She had to crouch slightly, which she did so at the waist, so her arse was still outside the mouth of the creature.

Very slowly, the creature closed its mouth, its rows of teeth pressed against her skin, and she moaned. The number of points felt nice, gently pressing into her flesh, but the **** was distributed to not puncture her. "Harder?" she begged as she felt hands on her arse.

The barbacain bit harder as she felt a cock rubbing against her slit. She moaned as the pressure increased, and she felt its tongue starting to explore her body. As the cock behind her pushed into her wet cunt she moaned again, "Harder, please harder."

The barbacain again did as she begged, and she felt its jaws close more, its teeth digging into her flesh as she moaned, "Yes, fuck yes. Eat me, chew me up while the other undead fuck me."

The creature released slightly to squeeze her again, starting to chew on her whole body as its tongue ran over her breasts. She moaned in pleasure as she felt it gnawing on her and then gasped as she felt the spines of its tongue embed in her breasts.

The undead behind her, which she guessed was human, was fucking her cunt in long strokes as the colours in her vision slowly shifted from the toxins in the barbacain's barbs.

She felt pleasure at being fucked, she felt joy at succumbing to these creatures or giving herself to them, and she felt pleasure as the poisons slowly worked their way through her body. Every sensation became more pleasurable.

"God, yes. Eat me. Fuck me. Breed me." She screamed as the barbacain, and the undead in her cunt continued to increase their pressure and tempo. She shuddered as the teeth masticated her flesh and humped back against the rotten corpse fucking her.

"I'm going to cum," she said through clenched teeth as she felt her fucker shuddering. She could feel the cool undead cum filling her as the warmth of her blood dripping down her body and spasmed in debauched pleasure.

As soon as the undead had finished dumping its fetid load into her willing cunt it withdrew, and Clara begged again for more.

As the barbacain continued to chew her sensitive body she felt the bony hand of the Bone Lord touch her and her wounds healed. Each bite of the barbacain was increased in sensation. Her newly healed skin was sensitive to the touch as it continued to gnaw upon her.

"Fuck, more, more please, more cock, more teeth please more," she was lost in a euphoric state, lost in her debased pleasure.