The basement Nexus

“Well, we have a number of undead, and it’s not easy to maintain them, but you strangely don’t act like someone’s thrall. So maybe it was a corrupted spell that is still drawing on the Nexus?” Clara looked to Jesus and frowned. Jesus just sat on his haunches his throbbing cock poking out from under him.

Clara felt the urge of arousal and cleared her throat, “Come on, boy,” she said as she started to jog. Clara was relatively fit and in a steady gait started her run with her newfound undead dog joining her at her side. She hadn’t gone three turns however, when she heard something ahead, she slowed and got close to the wall, still wondering why she hadn’t seen anyone else. But all that was about to change at first she thought the sounds were just of zombie groans, but as she peered around the next corner, she was shocked. The small internal hall with half a dozen passages coming off it was full of people and creatures in depraved acts. All the creatures appeared undead, animals, people, monsters, all undead. In the group, she could even see creatures which, according to her studies, could not be reanimated, something was very wrong.

She could see classmates, alive and being fucked, or fucking undead creatures. One of the school jocks had two undead women riding him, one on his cock and one on his mouth. A girl Clara shared positions class with was bent over as a betur fucked her and a human was lodged in her throat. Everywhere she turned her eyes in the room undead fucking, juices, maggots and worse filled the room. The smell was horrible, and Clara didn’t know how she kept her stomach, though at the same time she felt the aroused tingle to join in. There was some temptation to it, which might have been mystical. She swallowed hard; she couldn’t fight all these undead, especially considering there was a number who weren’t even engaged in fucking.

As she was leaning around the corner trying to figure out what to do, Jesus struck. In a quick movement, he attempted to mount her from behind, wrapping his legs around her waist. She quickly pushed him aside and whispered, “Not now.”

Obviously upset with that response, Jesus replied with a bark. Clara turned to look back into the hall and noticed a number of the undead had turned to look in her direction. “Fuck,” she turned to run with the sound of zombies in pursuit soon following, “remember me saying if you behave, you might get a treat?” She asked the dead dog which followed her, “You are not getting a treat.”