The woodsman returns...

Pulsing purple light from outside the cabin flowed through the windows as Annette endured the onslaught of insects against her sensitive skin. It wasn't long before the light faded, but it felt like an eternity for Annette's captive mind, as the bugs steadily led her to a taboo orgasm. A particularly lengthy worm slowly crawled over her clit and slithered into her impatient, waiting pussy. The sense of pleasure was overpowering as the segmented body slid deeper still.

Her senses were too busy dealing with the climax that she didn't hear the door being slammed open with enough **** to break one of the hinges and the stomping footsteps that approached the bath. When she was finally able to regain her senses, she could hear the ragged breathing and smell the unmistakable stench of the undead. Her locked vision could only make out a decayed thigh at the corner of her vision. At least that was until the creature's arousal for the naked woman in front of him took effect and the hardened stick of rot entered her view.

Normally, any woman in her right mind would be revolted at the sight of the maggot-ridden tool pointed towards her, however that revulsion was currently fighting against Annette's ever-growing excitement as her mind rapidly played out scenarios of what was surely to come.

Lumbering forward, the zombie just about managed to lift one of it's legs high enough to clear the side of the bath, before sending it crashing down into the filth with enough **** that it splashed over Annette's features and sent thick gray fluid splattering into her auburn locks. Completing this feat again, the creature now stood opposite her, it's impressively-sized manhood clearly cantered in Annette's view as she could see maggots wriggling from the sides and along with a similar gray precum, leaking from the tip. Annette's heart fluttered as the scenarios in her mind began to include all the sick new details she could observe from the dead man's flesh.

Falling to it's knees towards her, she could make out a huge festering wound in the man's torso - matching that of which she tried to heal outside earlier. Thorne's magic earlier transformed the hulking woodsman outside into that of a zombie with advanced decomposition, as if he'd been laying there for weeks.

Sure enough, as it leaned further in, the rotten and pained expression of the man who saved her fell into view a few inches from her face, exhaling it's awful putrid breath against her flushed face. Large slimy hands gripped her shoulders as the dead lumberjack lips parted and it's fetid tongue lapped across her cheek, painting her cheek with the familiar sticky, yellow saliva along with a couple maggots. Annette somehow managed to quietly whimper in response...

"....nn-n....nngh..."

Her fingertips curled instinctively from the act, demonstrating a faint restoration of her control. Whether this was Thorne's intention, the mana requirement for the necromantic ritual or a natural degradation of the spell was unknown, but at the current rate, there was no way Annette could prevent the depravity that was coming.

The woodsman closed the gap once again, it's eagerness pushing Annette fully against the back of the bath as the slimy, wounded torso of the man pressed against Annette's soft chest, smearing all manner of putrefaction over her tits, with the gray muck they were submerged in forming a sticky seal between their bodies. With it's prey thoroughly pinned, the hands sunk into the opaque bathwater until it found the woman's thighs, closed it's grip on her tender flesh and spread her legs as it clumsily poked the tip of it's rotten cock around her sensitive folds.