Annette begins to feel strange...

Thick yellow saliva still trailing from the corners of her mouth, Annette's body felt off... Her face began to regain its colour, she was now very aware of the movements of the maggots around her nipples as well as the ones around her neck, causing her heart to beat faster... Was it some kind of poison in the substance she just ingested? Disgusted with herself, she almost felt a kind of pleasant relaxation from the sensations.

However, she had been able to buy herself some precious seconds following the **** kiss, her eyes noticed a nearby stool on the ground next to them that she could reach. If she moved quickly she could bash the creature in the head with it and escape out the back of the house...

"......."

Seconds passed as the window of opportunity steadily came to a close.

Her eyes glanced back at the creature as it seemed to snap out of whatever stupor it was in. Instead of using this precious moment to consider other ways to put some distance between herself and the rotting corpse clearly intent on defiling her, she pushed herself forward slightly using the floorboards below her as the tip of her tongue made contact again with a bead of the familiar, thick yellow residue that now coated her lips. Her face felt flush and she felt a growing wetness between her legs.

For reasons she couldn't make sense of, she continued to run her tongue around the remaining sides of her stained lips, collecting the filth. Once clean, she brought her tongue back into her mouth and shuddered at the disgusting thought of consuming more of the fluid. Despite the sight of an undeniably revolting, maggot-infested zombie in front of her, the very source of the foul-tasting muck on her tongue, her heart fluttered at the idea of swallowing the extra serving. Wincing at the familiar putrid taste that overwhelmed her taste buds, she nevertheless slowly savoured the sensation as it slid down her tongue before swallowing it down...

".... gulp~"

Perhaps encouraged by the unthinkable, submissive act of the priestess opposite it, the zombie moved with purpose again towards her and with a slimy yellow sheen, it stretched its tongue out, this time carrying a host of maggots writhing around in Annette's newfound favourite drink.

The horrible sight made Annette's heart quicken with an unexplainable sick excitement. She parted her freshly-cleaned ruby lips and pushed her tongue forward to catch and resume the rotten kiss.