She enslaved the only zombie in the apocalypse that didn’t consume flesh.

Well…depends on your definition of consume.

Tits, twat and tushy were his preferences.

All it took was a tug on his leash and he’d amble over to feast. Her initial disgust over time became fascination and even addiction.

“It’s time for your feeding,” she’d say.

The benefit?

He’d keep others away.

Lick!

Suck!

Smack!

Her eyes would go dark; writhing and embracing another la petite mort.

“It figures the best orgasms of my life would be coming from a dead guy.”

“Arrrgghrrhhoo?”

She sighed.

“Don’t bother.”