A... female zombie?

The familiar smell of rot accompanied the naked figure, but it looked unmistakably... feminine...? Her attacker had a clear hourglass-shaped body and very prominent breasts, but her skin was about as damaged as the undead she had encountered thus far. She couldn't see the eyes of the creature behind its grey bangs. Unlike the other zombies, she seemed to feature more, and significantly longer hair. Before she could guess who this was, it slowly - almost tenderly - lowered her once-beautiful body onto Annette's. A thin layer of cum-stained fabric separated the tits of the two women as they pressed together under the weight of the undead. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Annette could make out a smile on the zombie's face as she leaned her face in towards the Priestess.

A million thoughts went through her mind about who this was, why they acted so differently, why it was the only female zombie she had seen up to this point and why it seemed so... different behaviourally to the others. Despite this, she reacted just in time to turn her face away from her, causing the cold lips to land on her cheek instead. Annette had always considered herself straight and she wasn't planning to get experimental with this monster. The healer's hands attempted to push the creature up and off of her, but it was fruitless as she lacked the strength to do so. The grey-haired woman clamped down one of Annette's hands against the ground before running her fetid tongue across her still-sticky face towards her lips, repainting her with yellow drool.

"Mmph! Mmmph!" Annette tried to object, avoiding the kiss

The remaining free hand of the female zombie reached up and tore through the front of the Priestess' clothes exposing her pristine body to its rotting one. Lowering itself back onto her again, the cold, slimy flesh pressed against her warm and flawless skin as their bodies rubbed against each other in some kind of macabre massage. Against her will, the sensations although disturbing, felt undeniably good for Annette. She always admired the female form, but never in a sexual way, but the feeling of another woman's breasts against her body, nipples brushing against her own, elicited a quick moan from her mouth as the cold tongue was busy running up the side of her neck. Testing everything she thought she knew about her sexuality and frankly, her humanity, she couldn't ignore the pleasure she was getting from this. Her now-bare pussy wetted from the sickening sensations, before the zombie's leg brushed up against her. A electrifying feeling went through her as the undead's thigh rubbed against and up her folds, as her warm sensitive flesh collected the loose rot, covering her flower with the cold, revolting substance.

A second longer moan escaped from her lips as the surface of her womanhood was contaminated, and this time the zombie was ready - it dove its tongue into Annette's mouth with speed, before she could attempt to deny access again. The Priestess of Erena was **** to kiss a creature of the dead. Yellow saliva spread across her mouth as it enthusiastically twirled its cold tongue around Annette's. As the tongues danced together, the zombie's slimy hand firmly squeezed the healer's rot-stained breast. While the male zombies seemed to focus on clumsily getting their own pleasure, this one seemed more adept at sharing it so far.

Rotten lips closed around Annette's tongue and slowly sucked it several times, leaving it thoroughly coated in the yellow drool. The Priestess could do nothing but close her eyes and try to block out the many sensations she was feeling. The attention on her chest, the intense make-out session she could do little to stop, the cold decayed flesh rubbing off against her pussy and all the crawling maggots that had been shaken off her attacker's body, leaving slimy trails across her skin, some of which seemed to congregate around her nipples and clit, as if they had been conditioned to target her most sensitive areas.

Faced against an increasing, steadily building pleasure within her, she could fight it no longer. She was pained to admit that her previous encounters with the foul creatures appealed to some deeply hidden, depraved part of her. Moaning as the creature slid its fetid lips down her tongue once again, her legs clumsily wrapped around the slippery flesh on top of her, her green eyes unable to mask her enjoyment from the zombie violating her. Annette's free hand rose up to back of the head of the creature and pushed through the grey hair and down towards her, deepening the kiss as her lips sealed around the zombie's as a mixture of life and **** churned between the two women.