...Better safe than sorry...

While Annette's efforts had clearly worked to a degree, putting the zombie into a dazed stupor, she wasn't yet convinced of her safety lest it responded aggressively to her moving away. Besides, she knew she could do better than that...

The beautiful face of the Priestess, now ruined with stinky sludge-like zombie cum, looked down at the undead member again, pondering how exactly it remained as erect as before, despite it erupting onto her just seconds ago.

"Tsk.. that wasn't enough for you?" She muttered at it, shuffling forward through the grass on her knees.

Under normal circumstances, Annette would probably use her mouth next, but the mental image of the roiling maggot-ridden flesh of its cock filling her mouth and ruining her taste buds for what was probably the remainder of her life, made her shudder but also through her intrusive thoughts, caused a tinge of taboo-fuelled excitement in the back of her mind.

Putting her hand down, breaking the now-sticky seal between the gray-stained blouse and her alabaster skin, she began to pull the fabric down, exposing her perfectly-sized breasts for what came next. Shivering, both from the night air and pre-emptively for what she was about to do, she closed the rest of the gap and leant onto the fallen creature.

"Ugh... you can't see this, but it's bloody better than what you deserve..." she whispered to herself.

Guiding her ample bosom either side of the impossibly-resilient shaft of the undead cock, she squeezed the soft flesh together around him, watching the foul liquids pooling between her tits as she dragged the decayed flesh down. Brownish clumps of rot, dead gray sperm, an assortment of maggots and a drizzle of thick yellow drool from above made it look like the most disgusting rice pudding ever with a gross honey-like topping...

One of the many problems with the humiliating and slutty act she was performing, was the increased proximity. Meaning she could better see the lumpy, grotesque details of the corpse she was getting off, along with the oppressing stench of rotting meat that exhumed from the gaps and wounds in its turgid flesh, but the worst of it was drawn out every time her chest pressed down on the creature's dick just below her nose. It was inescapable as she slowly felt like she was losing her mind. As her body rubbed against her living-dead client, her body warmed up, more than the activity would have done otherwise. She pictured seeing herself through another's eyes in the village, as she volunteered herself to receive not one, but two orgasms from an old, decaying monster in the middle of the florist's garden. Fighting these sick new oncoming fetishes, she bit down on her lip in frustration, but it did little to prevent her face reddening and the growing wetness hidden below.

Familiar guttural moaning drew up her excited green eyes, gazing up towards its damaged head. A smile leaked out from her lips as the fluttering of some kind of disturbing pride and control over the creature moved through her accelerated heartbeat. She quickened the pace of the tit-massage as she internally fought with herself about if she couldn't wait for her second shower of filth or wanted anything other than it. She didn't have time to conclude those thoughts before a cold jet of off-coloured stickiness flew over her chin and up the middle of her face, before giving her a couple more splatters, adding to her new glazed complexion. As her warm flushed face contacted the cold fluids, Annette's mouth shot open slightly in shock, letting in a small amount of the substance. Her previous concerns turned out to be warranted as it was the most disgusting thing she'd ever tasted, or could ever conceive of tasting - like cold, thickened garbage juice. Trying to reflexively push the sticky ooze out of her mouth with her tongue, gagging, she felt the little bodies of maggots against her gums and shuddered. She stuck her tongue out, letting the greasy fluid and uninvited guests trail out of her, joining the river of muck that flowed between her completely stained breasts and down her stomach towards the confusing wet patch growing through her underwear.

Falling back further onto the ground against its scratched-up back, the zombie looked almost entirely incapacitated now. Despite the distant sound of fighting, Annette remained on her knees, covered in assorted putrefaction, tongue lolling-out as she stabilised her breathing. Just like the creature, she now attracted the buzzing of flies, drawn to the filth that Annette had jerked out from the putrid body of her own volition and now completely stained her face down to her torso... but it was a necessity, right? It would have caught her otherwise...

She had to get up and keep moving while it was down for the count... but in the top of her vision, she just about made out the sight of the creature's yet-still engorged length, sticking up into the air, dribbling yet more maggot-filled fluids down its mottled cockhead.