“Eat me please,” she begged.

The creature smiled, “Not this time. This time it will be all up to you. But remember, if I lose control, you may never return.” The bushar lay down and opened its mouth wide. Clara quickly grabbed a flickering light stone from a sconce before turning to face the creature. She walked towards it, the rotting smell growing worse as she approached its maw.

Flesh from the undead lord it had just eaten was stuck between its teeth, blood dripping over its lip. She dropped the mace, worried that if she brought it, the creature would die. Slowly she climbed onto the scaley lip and then stepped over the row of sharp teeth. Its mouth was spongy and felt strange underfoot. The tongue was coiled up on the base of the mouth as the creature slowly closed its jaw. Clara knelt to not hit her head and started to crawl deeper. She was panting with arousal as she approached the back of its mouth. The throat was barely visible in the glittering light of stone.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Not only had she begged to be eaten, but now, she was going to crawl down a creature’s throat to its gullet of her own accord. She felt herself shudder in arousal. She pushed herself into the throat cavity. It was looser than the last but still took an effort to navigate. The fleshy walls pressed comfortingly around her, and she moaned at their presence. It felt comfortable.

The air was acrid and stank and reminded her of the various engagements with rotting dead she had already had.

It took several minutes of pushing through this wet squishy channel before she came to a sphincter. She was wondering how she would pass it when the bushar swallowed. She was dragged forward as the muscles of its throat pulled her down, and she realised that even if she wanted to climb out, she couldn’t if the creature wanted to keep her. She moaned at her aroused resignation as she came out into the stomach of the creature. The black slimy filth she had found inside the betur was deeper here. A good foot of liquid sat here, stinking acridly. She felt it against her skin as she slid to a halt, thick and sticking to her flesh, tingling her more sensitive places. She realised it was much stronger digestive acids and moaned again. She held up her little light source to look around and saw half a dozen zombies, all human, male and female, inside the stomach. One man was busily thrusting into something in his hands. He looked up at her and slowly pulled the head of the undead lord off his cock. Its eye socket was empty as the vitreous fluid dripped off the zombie’s cock. It dropped the head into the blackish fluid and stepped forward as Clara felt another zombie come up behind her and take the glowing gem from her hand. Then it put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her to her knees.

As the zombie, which had been quite literally skull fucking the undead lord, stepped closer, Clara moaned, “You want me to suck your cock clean” she asked.

She felt another zombie kneeling behind her and felt its cock pressing between her legs, the blackish digestive juices the only lubrication as it pushed into her.