With a moan, the zombie girl complies, sliding her hands down your back and bending you over at the waist as she positions herself behind you. Her decaying fingers dig into your flesh, leaving trails of coldness that only serve to heighten your senses in this perverse dance with death. She thrusts forward roughly, grinding against your back as she finds her rhythm, her hips moving in a primal dance that speaks of both lust and hunger.

The zombie girl lets out a guttural moan as you tell her to go deeper, and she obeys, pushing herself harder against your quivering body. Her nails scrape roughly against your back, drawing thin lines of blood that mingle with the sweat and grime covering both of you. With each thrust, she growls in pleasure, her hips moving faster as she tries to lose herself in this twisted embrace.

Her skin is ghostly pale, covered in scratches and bruises. A few strands of greasy hair cling to her face. Despite the decay, there's still a hint of beauty beneath the grime. She blinks slowly at you, barely able to move...

As the wolf circles closer, you close your eyes and begin to pray that it won't attack. Suddenly, there's a loud thud and the sound of flesh tearing. You open your eyes in surprise to see a zombie girl standing over the now-dead wolf! She looks at you with an expressionless face before turning back to the carcass and starting to rip into it viciously with her bare hands.

Ugh... That was close... the zombie girl mutters between bites, not sparing you a glance as she devours the wolf's flesh. Well, at least it won't be coming after us now...