MicroHorror

Her perfume is like white tropical flowers, her skin hot, her heart racing. Her corset squeezes her tightly; she’s breathing heavily because she’s turned on. He starts to slide off her corset, trailing his hand back between her legs and rubbing her more. She moans softly, spreading her legs and eagerly waiting for him to enter her. When she’s fully nude he’s just staring at her, taking in her beauty, before sliding his cock into her. The fear grips them both that this could be her last night, and since it’s dark, he thinks how happy he is that he’s managed to hide the bite from her, while she secretly hopes he won’t find her bite. As they start to move against each other, within each other, he starts to feel that strange hunger take over him, the one he knew would hit him hard, and he leans forward to sink his teeth into her flesh but… it’s almost smelling, rotted. His skin starts to rot off of his face and he grins at her, though she can’t see the bloody skull in the darkness, and he can’t see her hair fall out onto the pillow. He pulls away, starting to turn even more and she sits up, hungering for flesh. She moves forward, starting to try to catch him and his skin comes off in her hands, and the two zombies both stare at each other and then slowly shuffle out of the room, in search of the flesh they both crave, and oblivious that he’s left his rotting cock inside of her… they both disappear into the night.