Annette offers her mouth...

Staring down the stomach-churning erection a few inches from her face, Annette was able to view every putrid feature of the mottled, undead flesh. She could see little white wandering insects splitting the rotten muck that coated the surface before disappearing into one of the many tiny holes in the shaft, like it was some kind of twisted ecosystem. The loose flesh was visibly damp, and had a greasy sheen to it that slowly dripped onto her hardwood flooring between her knees. Out of the tip, exuded a dizzying odour much stronger than the one that followed the rest of the body. It stank worse than the time the village butchery was left unattended for months. And then there was the fluid oozing freely out the end of the rotting cock... a gray-green slop with an inconsistent form, she could see the subtle shapes of solid matter mixed in with the sometimes thick, sometimes watery mixture. In the brief pause, a fly buzzed around closely to turgid flesh, looking for a place to land on the stick of carrion.

It was the most revolting thing she could ever imagine. It made her want to wash her face a hundred times over just from sharing the same space as it, and spend the next couple years smelling summer flowers until her senses reset.

and yet...

"mn...... a-ahhh...."

Farfield's local beauty hesitantly parted her ruby-red lips before the zombie, a part of her fought against every sane instinct in her mind as her tongue slowly pushed forward just shy of touching the gray liquid that continued to splatter on the ground below.

(Wh.. what the fuck am I doing? Why am I inviting in a corpse's diseased dick into my mouth?!)

Her mind raced, her cheeks switched between an abnormal growing heat and an ice-cold feeling of fear and disgust as she questioned what on earth was driving her to allow this thing to pollute her mouth. Each second felt like an eternity as the distance closed. A single thought broke through the chaos in her mind.

(I-I wonder what it tastes like...)

Annette didn't have to think long. The putrefaction splattered all over her tongue as as the rotten zombie accepted her invitation with a creepy expression on its drooping face. Gray-green goo contaminated the back of her tongue as it began to pool within her mouth, slowly coating more and more of her gums with the semi-solid sludge. The taste was... unnatural. It was sour, salty and tasted like **** itself after it had rotted in the hot sun for a fortnight. Pushing it's crotch forward, the undead filled more and more of the healer's mouth as the spongy flesh that encased an impossibly rigid erection bulged her cheek out more and more. Her lips collected the rot and maggots that didn't manage to make it inside.

Some hidden part of her took control of the situation earlier and let this foul meat into her mouth... like it or not, the violation had begun, but she was determined to choose how she had to get this monster off.

An ever-growing, depraved part of her told her to suck every last part clean... to savour the filth before swallowing it down and feeling the filthy little maggots moving around slowly within her stomach... and to find out exactly how much zombie cum she could drink tonight.

The other, respectable side of her psyche told her to spit this revolting thing out of her mouth. She didn't want to offer her pussy to this thing, but was it better than having to taste it...? Maybe it would be willing to let her use her hand...