Let the ghoul have its way

Your head is to the soft mud of the cave and your breasts are pressing into the muck. Your heart-shaped ass is in the air, both holes well-fucked and dripping with zombie spunk. And now this...a hideous mire ghoul, running its cold hands over your firm cheeks and moving in behind you.

You can feel the vile tube of its prick pushing against your dripping cunt and you gasp. You're very tender from the rough gang-fucking the zombies gave you, but you know if you scream you'll only bring the flesh-hungry monsters to the cave.

No, your only chance is to stay quiet and endure. You try to steady your breathing as the mire ghoul strokes your pussy, spreading it open and causing more zombie cum to bubble out.

The beast guides its putrid prick to your suffering hole, parting your tender lips with surprising gentleness and entering you with a slurp and squelch of overflowing cum.

"Nnnnnn," groans the mire ghoul. "Sss long since warm human to feel. Do you likesss my cock, girlie?"

"Oh Gods," you gasp, "yes, please. I love it."

The words are lies motivated by your cold fear, but as the mire ghoul begins to thrust into you there is some pleasure. It builds as the soreness fades and the ghouls stabbing fuckspear is fully lubricated by the horrid spunk of the zombies. The creature pants and drools on your back as it thrusts into you with greater and greater ****. You close your eyes and try to imagine a real lover taking you with such passion, but the odd flaccidness of its pickled prick and the feeling of its black nails holding your hips keep intruding on your fantasies.

"Takesss it!" the mire ghoul cries, its brined flesh slapping against your ass. "I givess you the sssssseeeed!"

You feel the ghoul's cock shuddering deep inside you. A throb travels up its length and an instant later you know it is spewing its own cum into your flooded womb. It humps slowly into you with loud slurps of liquid and pumps its portion of jizz into the cum cocktail deep inside you. The zombies were thankfully infertile, but this new invasion threatens to plant the seed of a monster within you.

To your surprise, the ghoul sighs and slips its cock from your aching pussy. It squats down on the cave beside you and rests itself with its back to the dank stone. Its cock hangs limp and grotesque between its emaciated legs. You flop over onto your side, still catching your breath in the dank air, your tits heaving as you roll onto your back. The ghoul has closed its eyes. It's apparently asleep.

You could escape now, but you are so very exhausted. You want to just lie there and go to sleep.