<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Qik49J2.jpg)</div><br/>It was a scene out of a horror movie, a scene of absolute depravity...The milling undead, bent over their captive - the helpless elven beauty, writhing, crying out for aid...But close-in, the first impressions would quickly fade! Tialyn's moans, her mewls, her smothered cries...She wasn't begging for help.<br/><br/>She was begging for<em>more</em>.<br/><br/>"Ugh, ugh,<em>UGH~!!!"</em>the little shriek pulsed from her lips, her hips bucking...Her eyes so very, very wide, her lips forming a heady 'O' - Biting her lips so hard she tasted *blood*, as that undead shaft ploughed into her...Again and again and again! It was bloated, grey, pulsing with sickly life - But it didn't<em>stop</em>, her form smeared with grave-dirt, some part of her *delighting* in how<em>thoroughly</em>she was being ravished! The feel of their cold, forceful hands on her form...Her head tilted back, for that cock to ram right down her throat, dark spots dancing in her field of vision as she fought to stay conscious, her vision blurring at the edges...<br/><br/>They weren't gentle with her. Not remotely. Their pawing, hungry, relentless lust - She thrilled to it, her toes curling just so...Her shrill cry overlapping with the zombie's hollow moan, as it erupted within her! It was cold, clammy, clotted...But she could feel it churn in her very depths, the primoridal cold surging through her, filling her with itself - Her body craving more, more,<em>more</em>-!<br/><br/><em>"Donnnn'tttt shhhtooopppppp-"</em>the words slurred from her lips, her body trembling as that cock - still *hard!* - slid out of her, cum drooling down her inner thighs! "<em>Don't take it outtttttt~"</em><br/><br/>The lewd *pop* came a second later, breath rushing into her lungs, as the twitching zombie cock slid free from the warm, eager embrace of her lips...She had just enough time to close her eyes, as the abdomination's unholy juices spurted free - Splattering her lovely features, sliding down the tip of her chin, in a sticky baptism of undead seed! She was panting, now - Looking out at the world through a mask of cum, her features gone slack with lust...Her neck arching, just so-<br/><br/>Her light gasp pulsed from her lips, as rotted hands wrapped around the slender stalk of her neck...Her lungs burning with the need for air, as twin cocks pounded into her! "Nnnnnn-!!! Nnnnn nnnnn nnnnn~!!!" Tialyn managed, as her vision shaded to grey...Sandwiched between the undead horrors, as they pistoned into her over and over again, her limbs trembling from exertion, her virtual form craving air, air...!<br/><br/><em>So good-</em><br/><br/>In and out. In and out. Her vision blurring, her body writhing...Her moans joining theirs, in an unholy chorus! Time seemed to judder, as her hips rolled - Her luscious form pounded unmercifully, her "Uck~" slurring from deep within...As another cock pushed into the slick warmth of her mouth - Filling her in all three holes! She felt like she was floating, drifting away - Like this was some wicked, deviant dream! She could barely recognize the sounds of her own voice, each moan as needy, as longing, as hungry as the zombies that surrounded her...As if she was one of them, too!<br/><br/>And then - At last, she was released. Completely limp, her stamina a distant memory...A grey haze descending over her field of vision! Her limbs twitched, like a crushed spider's, a slack smile on her lovely features - Barely hearing their next words, the ground churned to mud around her! She remembered crying out in pleasure, again and again...But exhausted, trying to remember how to breathe, she lay there, helpless to resist...<br/><br/><em>-What-?</em><br/><br/>A stab of remembered panic coursed through her, as the zombies dragged her limp form across the ground...Towards the gaping<em>pit</em>! "W, wait-" she tried to say, trying to struggle in their grasp...But it was already too late~! Her form was tumbling, rolling, down, down...The hard edges of the coffin bumping into her, with just enough time for her to register that they were about to...!<br/><br/>And then the lid slammed down, and everything went dark. Everything went silent.<br/><br/>For a long, long moment, the only sound was Tialyn's quickening breath - As she heard dirt being shoveled over the coffin!<em>They can't be...!</em>she had time to think - But then everything went quiet, except for the faint trickle of soft earth!<em>Oh God, they can't have...</em>she thought, dimly...But this was an adult-rated game. *Anything* went.<br/><br/>She lay there for a long, long moment - The strength returning, s-l-o-w-l-y, to her limbs. In the dark - In complete darkness, all Tialyn could do...Was to<em>feel</em>. Her questing fingers found the edges of her stone coffin...The walls - the lid - and something beneath her. Something<em>soft</em>.<br/><br/>No, not *something*...Some<em>one</em>.<br/><br/>"Oh-" The coffin wasn't<em>empty</em>. Her eyes widened, in the gloom - A subtle shift of her form making her oh-so-aware that she lay atop a hulking corpse...A hulking, very *male* corpse, withered, dessicated but not rotten - the smell of loam filling her nostrils, as Tialyn tried to move!<br/><br/><em>They *buried* me with a *dead body*-</em><br/><br/>The thought pealed through her mind, but the panic...It didn't come. Maybe it was the delicious exhaustion that thrummed through her - Or, more potently, the negative energy she'd been suffused with. But as she lay there...<br/><br/>It was calm down here. Peaceful, bleakly so. And - She could feel that body pressed up against her, as her questing fingers explored...Slowly, patiently. She had all the time in the world, which seemed to slow as her breathing did! Tialyn's sleek throat worked as she lay there, a warm, warm tingle beneath her skin...Oh-so-aware that they were always in contact, acutely aware of her body like never before! Lying here - How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? - strange, grave-tainted thoughts swirled through her mind...<br/><br/><em>...Lovers, together in death...</em><br/><br/><em>...A concubine, accompanying her lord into the next life...</em><br/><br/><em>...A nubile treasure, awaiting grave-robbers to free her from confinement as she whiled away the eternity in the half-sleep...</em><br/><br/>There was enough room for her to roll over. For her nubile form to be draped over that silent one...Or *was* it silent and still? It might been her imagination, but as her full breasts pushed up against that withered chest, their legs entwining, she might've felt hands on her, stroking her, touching her...<br/><br/>She must've slept, because when consciousness returned - And it was hard to tell, here - she could feel those arms curling around her, in an embrace! Her own were draped around the corpse's neck...Her dreams writhing, half-formed! Dimly, she wondered if anyone knew they were buried *together*, their forms entwined like lovers...Whether there'd be any monuments raised over their shared grave! She wasn't alone, and that was what mattered...<br/><br/>-And there was no-one to judge!<br/><br/>Dimly, the lovely elf knew those weren't *her* thoughts. The death-essence swirling through her was corrupting, corroding her mind, her morals...Incubating within her, changing her! She knew that - at any other time - she'd have panicked, screaming...But all she felt was a warm, almost blissful calm!<br/><br/>S-l-o-w-l-y, she began to move. Slowly, Tialyn drew herself up, her form draped over the corpse...Her lips so close to those withered ones! They were pressed body-to-body, perfectly intimate...Her questing fingers finding that hollow mouth, as she breathed - Low, wicked, a secret no-one else would hear...<br/><br/><em>"I love you~"</em><br/><br/>...Her lips meeting the corpse's, in a deep, hungry kiss...<br/><br/>-As she *exhaled* all that pent-up negative energy into it, swirling around them in a perfect circuit!<br/><br/><em>...two lovers, down in the dark...</em>