... Annette is claimed by the horde

Sharp, chipped fingernails flew in from every angle, tearing the remaining fabric of Annette's clothes until she was laying around a pile of dirtied rags, her perfect body tender from where the rough scratches drew colour on her pale skin. Muttering weak words of resistance, Annette covered her naked form as best she could, with an arm against her full chest and a hand shielding her pussy, hiding a growing dampness behind it.

"Ahh... no~"

Her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and twisted anticipation, the Priestess - if she even was one anymore - looked around at the creatures circling her with unbridled lust. The zombies were undoubtedly the most disturbing looking yet, it was safe to assume the combat only amplified the gruesome details. Swollen rot-covered skin was rife with deep wounds, some lacked limbs and had organs hanging loosely from their bodies. Several undead, including a particularly obese one opposite her were covered in warts, pustules and assorted insects.

Her eyes closed, expecting to feel the cold, squishy hands grope and touch her body... but the advances never came. Unlike everything she had seen up until this point, the monsters held back and simply stared at her, waiting. A little part of her felt offended - she was laid completely bare, the men of the village would _dream _to find her like this and now these lust-filled creatures... these rotting men as ugly as sin... were... rejecting her?

In an subconscious effort to move things along, Annette relaxed her arm as her ample breasts slid over, exposing her hardening nipples to the horde. Still nothing. She then moved her hand aside, showing off her dripping, wanting sex. Her need for these beast's touch grew by the second. She'd even take the grotesque, fat zombie by her feet at this point.

The tension was broken by cold, sticky hands grabbing the sides of her chest, pulling her backwards. It lifted her up before settling her head on something very soft and comfortable. Hands, even dead ones, touching her body after what felt like such a long build-up elicited a cute moan from Annette and caused her heart to race. Looking up, she saw the face of the female zombie gazing back down at her. Her glowing amethyst eyes visible this time as the redhead looked from behind her long, silver bangs. Separating her sharp teeth, she began to slowly speak in a growling tone...

"Fill... her..."
...
"Feed... her..."
...
"Defile... her..."

Exhaling the scent of **** with each struggled syllable, her commands were processed by the horde. Purple eyes pulsed as movement returned to the rotten, revolting bodies.