Neverending Wightmare

Helena lay helpless as the Wights leaned down and began to rip her clothes from her body. There was little the limp mercenary could do as they stripped her and flipped her onto her back. Without ceremony, the two she didn’t recognize began to lick and nibble at her nipples, Helena grunting in pain (with an undeniable note of arousal).

The one that had been Leila, however, found a spot between Helena’s legs and began to lick her cunt. The mercenary couldn’t even squirm as her virgin cunt was licked and slobbered on by the undead. She could only gasp as the monster had its way with her most intimate bits. In spite of the circumstances, Helena was getting aroused by this. She couldn’t help it, not only were the undead playing with her delicate bits, their saliva was infused with a magical aphrodisiac.

The famous mercenary Helena Markel was reduced to little more than a panting slut with a wet pussy as she underwent cunnilingus and nipple teasing. Her loins burned hot, and she could feel a pressure building between her thighs as she approached orgasm. No, not just in her crotch, but also in her breasts.

The insatiable tongues continued to play with her body, and finally managed to squeeze an orgasm out of the trapped mercenary, who couldn’t do anything but cry out.

As she did, juices squirted not just from her cunt but also from her nipples. She briefly wondered what it was, as she couldn’t possibly be lactating, when she suddenly felt a bone-deep weakness separate from the paralysis. It was her life ****, she realized. These monsters were using sex to drain her life ****, the damage she’d dealt to them repairing as the color left her hair.

Now Helena was too weak to even cry out. She could do nothing but lay there and bask in the pleasure as the undead built her up to another orgasm. Helena did not know how many more of these she could endure, but she knew that soon enough they’d drink her dry.

Just a few more orgasms, and Helena would join them as just another monster stalking the streets, desperately craving to drink the bodily fluids of the living.

Fortunately for Helena, her body was too weak and aroused for her to consider all of that, all that was left of her distracted by her final few minutes of pleasure before she too became nothing more than a pleasure seeking zombie.

BAD END