The larger zombie goes lifeless

It as least gave Vittoria some time to gather her thoughts, light-headed and glowing in the mix of moonlight and photography lamps. Her ample chest rose and fell slowly, swelling out slightly from her post-orgasm bliss. She could feel the copious amounts of undead cum leaking from within her, doubly-so as the larger zombie's lifeless cock finally slipped free. Unlike it's member however, the zombie retained it's grasp beneath her legs, keeping her propped up, legs apart at it's waist.

Between the zombie's sizeable stature and the narrow-heeled choice of footwear, Vittoria knew it was a ways down if she took a tumble. She weighed her options, wondering if one of her long legs would reach; if moving too much would re-awaken the now docile zombie holding her. What's worse is her clit throbbed, coated in a mix of slick zombie semen, calling for her to caress and rub at her attention-craving nub.

With her arm slipped over the zombie's shoulder, she tested the waters. No signs of life.

Tentatively she reached down, slinking and softly caressing her fingers over her labia, tenderly spreading and rubbing that rotten cum over her hood and clit as she bit the corner of her lip. Her cheeks flushed a slight hue, knowing full-well she could happily get herself off here and now, but what the fuck was she thinking? The decision weighed on her; first she'd need to get down, lest she risk things getting out of control.

Before she could act, the creaking of earth averted Vittoria's attention. Damn it, she thought - forgetting just how many of these things were around her. By now the zombie clawing forth from the ground had **** it's way through, almost drunkenly pulling itself up to it's feet after crawling to the nearby gravestone.

The thing was horrific, exemplifying the term "corpse" to a c. Not an ounce of clothing covered the thing, it's greeny-brown rotten flesh showing long signs of decomposition. It was a miracle this thing was still in one piece, especially considering the numerous missing chunks.

"Urgghhh.."

It lowly groaned, at least having it's whole head, save for the significant amount of rot on it's skin. Vittoria grew more concerned, trying to shift herself careful lest she wake her captor once more. It was no luck; even attempting to angle a shapely leg down failed to meet solid ground.

Unfolded earth and a roughly-shaped hole lie where the zombie had emerged; it's horrific body and stench of **** soon returning to view. It's movements were understandably stiff with pieces of dry and compacted dirt clinging to it's form. Expectedly, single maggots roamed parts over of it's body in the dimly mixed light, separated from the larger, small gatherings at it's most rotten and missing areas. At least it wasn't the size of a colony, Vittoria considered.

It might've been the least of her worries, however. A brief glimpse at it's cock revealing the heavily-curved and upward-jutting erection, turgid with veins and heavy definition. It looked thick; a good 7 inches with a few of the rot-devouring critters worming over it's length and gathering more towards it's heavy sack. The outline of each, large testicle was visible through the hairless, discoloured skin; full, fertile and aching for release.

The foul zombie neared her, brushing past it's kin.