Ariana

(Continued from Cobwebs)

In the center of a sprawling cavern, the furthest reaches of which were buried in shimmering shadow and etched with lines of ashen light, a comely elven mage with silver hair and blue-white skin leaned against a rough black standing stone, palms out, bent over, her skinny rear end perked out and her legs spread a bit more than the width of her narrow shoulders. Behind her was a line of ghastly creatures of all shapes and sizes but with a few things in common. They were all dead, all male, and all had permanent erections. In fact, their collective penises were the only part of them intact, for the most part.

Next to her was a pedestal with a bowl, a bowl containing a lubricant she had concocted herself. It would keep her pussy pliable but kill any strange things these former grave denizens might be carrying around. The next one in line stepped up at her command. It's penis stood straight up at attention. She put her hand in the bowl and then reached back to slather its member with lubricant. Then she signaled for it to step forward and its base animal instinct took over. It clawed at her waist and hips with its cadaverous skeletal hands, thrusting its undead cock into her almost inviting vagina, the electric energy she channeled through it entering the creature and feeding its desire. Through her it saw a means to end its eternal torment in undeath. She alone could release it.

"Ugh, you sicken me," the mage said, and stood up, the undead phallus slipping out of her sloppy vaginal canal. The thing still stood there, thrusting in mid air, only wobbling a bit now without her hips to hold onto, as if it were a gruesome machine built solely for that purpose. She stood there naked, leaning over a rock, looking over the crowd of animated corpses, her lady meat dripping unused lubricant down her inner thighs, and thought what a miserable failure this experiment was.

She'd mastered the art of animating this foul flesh, of energizing the undead cocks, but nothing she did gave her the real pleasure and fulfillment she sought. Sure, she had attained undead mastery, but at what cost? Loneliness and isolation, pain and misery? The smell of death made her vulva drip with lust, but her mind sought challenge. She put her dainty elven hand between her legs and rubbed her clit absently out of habit until a voice behind her startled her out of her thoughts.

"You really mustn't punish yourself, so, my sister" a soft male voice said behind her. She felt living male hands on her hips, holding her firmly, then felt a tingle as a shaft entered her slippery nest, slowly finding all the right spots. It wasn't really fulfilling but it felt good enough for a release of the day's pent up energies. She pushed back into him, her small ass grinding into his pelvis. He reached down and grabbed a cheek in each hand pushing his moistened thumbs into her wet anus as he thrust his thin elven cock into her pulsating sex. That pushed her over the edge and she came violently, her ass shivering against him.

She reached back and pushed him out of her, turning to face him, her beautiful eyes sparkling with blue fire. "I told you not do do that, fool brother."

"Yes, but you didn't resist, dear sister," Morlon smiled, his meat still standing at attention, her juices dripping from the end.

The shadows behind him became alive and a deathly pale, horribly skinny female materialized from them. Her eyes were fully black and as she smiled, her teeth appeared to carry the same pallor. Morlon's sister, Ariana, looked past his shoulder at the approaching undead waif. The creature moved to stand behind Morlon, pressing against his back, and grasped his penis and began to work it up and down, gently at first, then with increasing speed, until he was his final release dripped upon the floor. The undead creature knelt down, its mouth around his cock and drained him of any fluids that might have remained. Morlon grabbed it by the back of the head and thrust into it fully, taking the opportunity to relieve his much strained bladder into the undead maid's throat, its cadaverous abdomen swelling with the extra fluid. He mused to himself how fortunate he was that the undead never gagged.

"You have always been so talented with them," Ariana said, approvingly. "I have recently achieved mastery, yet, something is lacking."

"You seek oneness, my sister," Morlon answered, knowingly. "It is something I dare not attempt. To use them to my own ends of pleasure is one thing, but to become one with them, that is something else entirely. Something that frightens even me." He pushed aside the undead creature and willed it away.

Ariana nodded, acknowledging the statement. "It is the truth you speak, brother. Yet, the spell escapes me."

"Patience, love, " he said and kissed her. Her lips were lightning to him and he reveled in the touch, her tongue, wet and soft, the essence of passion. Yet it was one-sided passion. She could use him to assuage her unfulfilled desires, but she would never feel for him as he felt for her.

Growing up, thrust together out of need for survival, they had been each other's means of existence in a cruel underworld bereft of parental protection. Only, while he had only grown more enamored of her, with her strength and intelligence, she longed for something else, something that eluded her. So, he sought true love in the dead, just as she did, hoping that there he would find the answer she sought. He knew when a measure had failed her, she would be frustrated and he could take advantage, joining with her, this elven woman he admired more than anything. He felt he could convince her that he was all she needed. That they could both abandon this nightmarish quest for undead mastery and take solace in each other's arms.

As he kissed her, he felt an erection approaching again and it pressed between her legs where the slippery lubricant still clung, her lips parting at the base of an inverted triangle formed by her thighs and pelvis. She broke the kiss and pushed him back and turned away. "No."

He stood there, fuming, angry, sad, lustful, her naked body and her refusal of his love both maddening.

He finally turned away and said, "fine." He left her there in the shadows and walked away.

She wept in the brooding silence, the rustling, shifting sounds of the undead the only audible things in the cavern.

(Next: Rogues, Indeed)