“Kneel,” the Bone Lord said.

Clara rolled over onto her knees as the Bone Lord stepped closer. He waved his hand over her, and Clara felt the surge of magic. Suddenly her small wounds closed up, but the corpse grubs continued. “I could,” the Bone Lord said as Clara moaned at the feeling of the tiny mandibles ripping pinhead-sized pieces of flesh from her all over again, “heal you non-stop. Let them feast on you forever.”

Clara shuddered and looked up at him, “Please,” she heard herself beg.

“You have exceeded all expectations, my dear Clara. But, we had a deal. You get a taste, and then you help me,” he turned his back to her. “Take her, clean her up. We have work to do.” Instantly the corpse grubs stopped biting her and fell to the ground. The Bone Lord lazily waved his hand, and her wounds closed up again. Then the betur grabbed her, easily lifting her in one hand. He took two long strides before unceremoniously dropping her onto the kitchen counter where there were waiting zombies.

One grabbed the hose for cleaning dishes and started to spray her as the others scrubbed her body. The water was freezing cold, a relic of not having magic to heat it, her skin stood out in goose flesh, and her lips went blue from cold. Slowly her hair and skin were cleansed of the rotten refuse of half a dozen fuck sessions with the undead.

When she was cleaned, she was pulled to the side and dried with rough towels before being presented back to the Bone Lord.

He looked her over and shook his head before waving a hand. Her hair steamed dry and straightened before neatly platting itself into a long tail of hair. “Much better. I would like to see much of your neck for what comes next,” he said softly. Clara only then noticed the two large corpse grubs.

“Technically, these are undead,” he told her as he held out his hand and gently stroked one breast. She sighed at his touch as the grubs crawled off his arm and onto her. They quickly found their way to her nipples, and Clara realised that the Bone Lord was controlling them. They fastened themselves viciously to the underside of each nipple, and Clara moaned. Then they curled themselves around her breasts in a spiral fashion to have their long tails come up and link behind her neck.

“How pretty,” the Bone Lord said.

Clara looked in her reflection in a nearby fridge. It did actually look rather lovely and felt nice having them biting on her nipples constantly. She would be aroused the whole time. As she was looking at herself, the Bone Lord stepped up behind her and put a hand on each shoulder. As he did, the grubs tightened their mandibles, and Clara shuddered. She locked eyes with the Bone Lord’s cavernous holes in his skull. “Harder?”

The corpse grubs tightened their grip, drawing two small points of blood on each nipple. Like she had red beads attached to nipple bars. She moaned again, “Harder,” she asked.

They tightened further, gripping into her sensitive nipples, and she sighed, “Yes, please, more.”

The Bone Lord laughed, “Any more, and they will take your nipples off.” Clara’s legs weakened at the thought. “But I suppose I could just heal you again.”

Clara turned to face him and said hoarsely, “Please?”

He clucked his tongue back at her, and Clara wondered how he did that with no flesh, “I told you a taste. You help me, and I will give you everything you desire. And if that is for my grubs to snip,” he pinched two fingers together like a pair of scissors to illustrate, “so that you may taste yourself, I will not deny you.”

Clara shuddered again and felt her own warmth flow through her. Had she cum on the thought of the grubs taking her nipples? Or on the thought of eating them?

She eyes the other undead in the room. “Yes, dear Clara, you help me, and I will help you. Don’t you want to feel my undead horse trying its best to fill you with its parasites? Don’t you want to slide into the naga’s belly to sleep in the comforting confines of its form? If you really want, I could probably get the naga to swallow both you and Jesus so that he may mount you in the naga’s stomach. Of course, I can’t guarantee I won’t lose control, but it would be worth it, wouldn’t it?”