She attempts to... pacify it...

Thoughts raced in her mind. She knew that it had her trail, and she couldn't take the risk that it can chase as fast as the zombies it arrived with - If she ran into more of them while fleeing, she would be helpless. She could try and grab a weapon to attack it with, but the only one she knows of was the one loose stone that fell towards the walking corpse, it might even be behind it at this point...

The idea of being violated by this creature seemed unavoidable now, so why not try and beat it at its own game? The idea definitely repulsed her, but she knew that men's knees went weak when they climaxed, so why wouldn't undead men do the same? If she initiated it, she had a better chance of being in a position to escape at the right moment, as opposed to being pinned on her back by it.

Swallowing her pride and any dignity she had left tonight, she stood up and crossed the wall towards the creature, who promptly closed the gap with terrifying and unnatural speed. Panicking, Annette quickly reached down towards its exposed, putrid dick and wrapped her soft fingers around the cold, slimy flesh. As per her prediction, this seemed to adjust the behaviour of it, turning feral anguished roars into guttural groaning. It seemed as though as long as it got attention it wanted, it didn't feel entirely compelled to **** itself on her.

"Ugh, Goddess Erena, I know you test us but... this is so gross" she said, before gagging at the combination of loose flesh separating as she gently tugged at it and the horrible odour of rotting meat that at this distance was overwhelmingly strong.

Her half-committed, leant-over stance limited her ability to perform the handjob for the monster, who became irritable, leading it to loudly snarl at the Priestess, pulling at a lock of her red hair with its deformed hand.

"Nggh.. Ow! Fuck... fuck... Okay!" she futility exclaimed at it.

Debasing herself even more, she lowered herself onto her knees in front of the now-patchy rotten cock, allowing herself a closer view at the grotesque details of the turgid flesh she had to run her hand across, and a better angle for jerking the necrotic beast off. She both couldn't bear to watch, but also couldn't avert her eyes from the horrible situation she found herself in. Little white insects roiled around on the gray-purple flesh before being collected or smeared by the Annette's hand, which at this point was so covered in rot, cold slimy precum and other coloured liquids she couldn't bear thinking about the origins of. The zombie began to groan in a less malicious way as the pleasure she provided for the monster gradually accumulated. Noticing this, Annette tightened her grip and moved her hand faster along the greasy flesh in an effort to get the act over with already.

In an unexpected show of gratitude, the creature's hand let go of her red hair and left its clammy palm on her head, glacially moving back and forth. Annette briefly felt a spark of... pride? satisfaction? What was happening right now was revolting to her, but for some reason she still felt a slight feeling akin to accomplishment from giving this vaguely man-shaped thing some pleasure. To try and deal with this awful thought process, she considered it simply fulfilling her duty comfort to disturbed spirits of the dead. Yeah, it had to be that.

The open hand ferrying carrion onto her scalp through her hair, tightened its grip, signifying its impending climax. Annette, initially did not intend to be in this position, staring down the barrel of the diseased rod readying to shoot its foul substance directly at her... she originally planned to move out of the way at this point, but the creature's claw had decided that for her as she closed her eyes, bracing for what came next...

Disgusting groaning noises signalled the beginning of the Priestesses' unholy facial as chunky gray ropes of putrid cum shot across her features, before slowly trailing down her neck and soaking into her once-white torn blouse. Her one clean eye quickly opened as she caught her breath, stringing the gooey substance between her lips, before instinctively wiping it away with her dominant right hand - which unfortunately was just about the most filthy part of the her right now, succeeding it only dirtying her face further and adding to the maggot count. She recoiled before leaning forward and spitting repeatedly onto the ground lest she taste any of it, before once again wiping at her face with her upper arm instead, transferring some of the zombie's... gratitude for her services away.

Fortuitously, the next thing did go to plan and the creature's knees buckled as it wobbled unsteadily before sitting backwards onto the ground, dripping both yellow drool and gray cum alike onto the grass below.