Obedient cleaning

Leaning into each erratic thrust, Annette's mouth quickly filled with another thick helping of filth which was reluctantly swallowed albeit with slightly less resistance this time. The awful taste still made her wince and gag, but she was determined to bring this nightmarish experience to an end. Before long, Annette began to feel lightheaded as the overbearing stench, amplified with her only sight being the hips of the monster animalistically violating her mouth, assaulted her senses. Occasional hits of nausea when a particularly strong taste, or the sensation of wriggling insects in her next mouthful amplified this feeling as her cheeks flared up with heat.

Contrasting the cold flesh in her mouth, beads of sweat began to form on her alabaster skin. Her thoughts were few and far between, but she urged herself to get this over with faster. She bobbed her head quicker and began to run her dirtied tongue around the rotten flesh in her mouth, probing the uneven surface in an attempt to get the zombie off sooner. Judging by the guttural noises the creature made, she was making some progress, at the cost of some revolting haptic memories she'll never be able to forget, especially when the modest pressure of her exploring tongue managed to push through the surface of the clammy skin and into something eye-wateringly sour.

"Mmmgnnhh.. Mnngh! *gulp*... ghkk.. mmphh... mmf..? puahhh.."

Whether intentionally or by accident, the clumsy thrusts by the undead missed its mark and withdrew from the healer's mouth, drawing many thick gray strands from the rotten cock from around her mouth to the tip of her tongue. Annette savoured the oxygen as she inhaled deeply, wincing slightly as it highlighted the foul taste covering nearly the entirety of her mouth.

Unhappy and seemingly uninterested in its part in this change of events, the zombie growled aggressively above her, spewing yellow spittle down onto her crouching form.

"... Ugh, fine... "

Withdrawing one of her rot-covered hands from the creature's spongy flesh, she grasped the saliva-coated zombie dick. Playing for time as she drew in some more slightly fresher air, her hand pumped the sticky shaft slowly. While it worked, it didn't last long before the zombie's skeletal hand pulled the Priestess' red hair forward once again.

"Agh, stop! I'll use my mouth, just... give me a second.."

Wincing, she stuck out her tongue and brushed it against the cockhead once more, hoping that she could keep it pacified and also breathe clearly. She ran her tongue over the gray-purple head, running it through the creases in the decaying flesh, dutifully collecting the awful substances that had accumulated for who knows how long. Saliva dripped from her tongue as the slightly sour, slightly salty flavours made her mouth water. Once her tongue was saturated in assorted rot and carried a few maggots that had hitched a ride while she licked, she withdrew it back into her mouth and shuddered as she added the latest batch of filth to her stomach.

"mmnn...*gulp*... hahh..."

Once the last of the wriggling sensations faded down her throat, her eyes widened. The zombie hadn't made her do that. Was she swallowing that muck because she still felt threatened? If so, why was she second guessing herself like this? An electrifying feeling shot through her body, settling between her thighs...

Her vacant eyes quickly caught movement on the surface of the mottled cockhead in front of her. Another maggot, trailing through the abundant trails of her saliva. She'd missed one.

She quickly pursed her lips onto the insect and lightly sucked it into her mouth, unintentionally imitating a kiss on the carrion she was cleaning. Another shudder as it explored her mouth. Another bolt of pleasure.

Her oxygen-fuelled mind began to race. Why was she doing this? Was she discovering herself to be subservient, even to a monster such as this?

While her mind raced, her tongue continued its work, lapping the underside of the shaft and trailing around the tip. The zombie above her groaned as her efforts were clearly having an effect. Her hand resumed pumping again for a while as she upped the intensity. Her hot breath exhaled onto the zombie's slick flesh as she continued to lose herself in the act, moaning like a brothel woman as her mouth engulfed the rod once again, sucking profusely as she began to do all the work for the monster, pushing it to the back of her throat each time.

"Mmmnph.. Mmmnphh.. *gulp*... Schllkk.. Schllkkkkk.."

Reaching down, she began to gently fondle the loose bollocks of the undead - her fingers unperturbed by the feeling of movement under the damaged skin. It wasn't much longer before she felt the tool throbbing inside her mouth. Despite every part of her mind telling her to spit it out and finish it off with her hand, for reasons she still didn't understand, she opted to give it one last strong suck before releasing the zombie's leaking prick. Annette lent her tongue again, using it to lift the head, guiding it into her waiting mouth.

"Ahh... hah... hah..."

Seconds felt like hours as she waited for her repulsive reward. Her lust-filled breaths joined the wailing groans of the corpse above her. Before she could plunge her rot-covered hand into her underwear to keep her wave of sick pleasure going, the cock launched a thickened slurry of rotten cum, maggots and whatever else dwelled within the cadaver into her hungry mouth.

Her throat tried to keep pace with the sheer amount it unloaded down over her tongue. She continued to wince as the "exotic" flavours overpowered her sense of taste. The fluids and the occasional maggot overflowed out from the corners of her mouth as she voluntarily drank in as much of the porridge-like mixture as she could.

Finishing the last mouthful, she withdrew her tongue and plunged her mouth back on, half intent on drinking from the source and the other to conclude her twisted cleaning service.