Aconite and the Undead: A Draugr Encounter
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A skinny corridor, covered in dust and cobwebs, stretched on beyond the entrance. Aconite felt the walls for traps and softly tapped the floor with her feet. No harm was found. The amphitheater's light eventually disappeared behind her. She paused, giving her eyes time to adjust to the dark. A faint sound reached her ears. She zeroed in on it and determined it was the noise of feet moving. Aconite held onto her sword's handle as she moved forward through the darkness. At the end of this hallway was another platform, this one leading into a dimly-lit room shielded by the ceiling. She bent down for a better peek.
A figure stood around a yard away from the bottom of the stairs.
Aconite gripped her sword's hilt tightly, waiting for the figure to make a move. After a while, it turned around and shuffled away, its movements rigid but not completely mindless.
It was a draugr.
Having learned this lesson, Aconite cautiously tested the first step by pushing down lightly on it. When the stairs didn't crumble away, she put half her weight on them. They didn't budge. Feeling safe, she crawled onto the first step completely. She carefully stepped down the stairs, staying close to the wall to stay hidden. As she descended, she could see more and more of the next room. The thing that bothered Aconite the most was what might be in there.
Six draugar were easily noticeable. They shuffled around the room with purpose, their heads moving from side to side, their dead eyes looking at their surroundings as if surveying them. They wore the remains of armor from centuries past, all rusted, dented, torn, and turning to dust. Some had a few strands of hair clinging to their leathery scalps, while others were bald as rocks. The strangest thing about them, though, were the flowers growing from their bodies. Aconite shivered. She wasn't sure if they could feel anything, but just the thought of the roots crawling under her skin made her skin crawl. She refocused her attention on getting past them. The room was filled with another long hallway, with only shallow niches and half-pillars jutting out from the walls to serve as hiding spots. There could be secret passageways or dangers, but she couldn't be sure from her current position. The shadows danced as more draugar moved about. She stepped a few more steps and counted them as best she could. She could see six of them, but she couldn't see the end of the room. There could be many more. She tightened her grip on her sword. She'd try to sneak by first. If that failed, she'd have to fight like a demon. At least draugar were relatively easy to deal with. She slowly crept down the last few steps and entered the hallway.
Two draugar walked back and forth down the hallway, going in opposite directions. She stopped in her tracks and hid next to a pillar while the closest one came by. It glanced around, saw nothing, and turned back. She waited a few more seconds before continuing her advance. A third draugr was sitting in the corner, stroking a vulgar flower sprouting from the floor like a pet. Aconite held her breath as she crept past it. Then she heard the sound of anguished moaning. She looked and saw two draugar pressed against the wall, one on top of the other. She almost wondered, forgetting where she was, if they were in a fight, like the dungeon's magic was causing them to turn on each other. But when she got closer, she realized what was really happening. They were mating. Fluid leaked between their bodies, but not like a human's would. She hurried along, desperate to leave the scene behind. In her haste, she didn't even glance at where she was going. She ran right into a pair of leathery legs.
"RARGH!" [
The draugr fell back, collapsing on Aconite and both of them hitting the ground. She felt the gaze of each soulless eye in the room on her. She bolted towards the end of the hallway, the draugr tripping off her and landing with a clank, a sharp claw grabbing her bottom. As expected, more draugr waited for her. They rushed at her, their bony hands wide open. Aconite drew out her sword. Two rushed towards her. She cut them down easily, the sharp steel slicing through their ancient leather armor like paper. Another creature jumped at her. She stabbed it through the chest and it fell to the ground. Two more leaped out of the darkness. She sliced one, stuck the other, but before she could turn around, she felt hands around her neck. They pulled off her scarf before she could react.
Aconite anticipated the odor of death. Even though the decay process in draugr had been halted by the magic that kept them in their tombs, they still had an unpleasant smell. To her surprise, she was greeted by a sensual scent. It was challenging to define. It pulsed and changed with each breath, becoming more enjoyable. It was the fragrance of mead. It was the aroma of spring. It was the scent of a lover's sweat.
The aroma of desire.
Aconite closed her eyes, drawing her scarf back over her nose. She anticipated more draugr, but none arrived. One second ticked by as if it were minutes. Her body became hot, her breath deep. She opened her eyes. What she saw stunned her.
Instead of rotting corpses with dry lips and decayed teeth, she saw beautiful adventurers in their prime. They were still the draugar, but she didn't know how she hadn't noticed their beauty. Their raspy, undead growls had become soft, seductive moans. A handsome man with doe eyes and gleaming dark hair pulled her scarf back down. She inhaled, filling her lungs with more of that enticing aroma. As his hands slid down her body to her hips, he persuaded her to remove her trousers. She hesitated, but when a pair of cool, enticing lips touched her check, she relaxed.
Aconite let them remove her trousers up to her knees, held back only by her shin guards.
They guided her to her hands and knees. She consented. She found herself becoming oppressively moist between her legs. The blonde draugr vanished from sight. Before she knew it, something relaxed to her trousers. Then, Aconite felt a tongue brush her clit.
"Ooh!"
The draugr chuckled. The handsome man disappeared behind her. He positioned his hand on her hip, slowly pushing his cock into her. Already, her breathing was laborious, and each breath brought scent into her lungs. A third draugr, one with snowy white hair, knelt in front of her. He exhibited his cock to her lips, licking her mouth with the tip. Bashfully, she extended her tongue to taste him.
The draugr hummed in pleasure.
"Are you ready?" remarked one of them, or perhaps she only thought she heard them say it.
"Yes."
The blonde draugr took her lips to her clit. As the man behind her pumped her, the white-haired one pushed his cock in her mouth.
"Mm~"
Initially, everything was gentle - , unbeknownst to her. However, the woman between her legs increased her pace. The draugr behind her increased his strokes, pushing his cock deeper into her. The white-haired draugr thrusted faster as she moaned. The white-haired draugr fervently stimulated her. At the same time, the man behind her pushed his cock farther into her. His tip touched the back of her throat, but she didn't gag. It was as if her threshold for pain had vanished. She hesitantly explored his length, taking it to her throat.
Then, all bets were off.
The white-haired draugr took hold of her head, thrusting his cock into her throat. The one behind her trapped her hips, frantically pushing his full length into her. Simultaneously, the blonde between her legs sucked her clit with incredible force.
Aconite nearly passed out. She would have if not for the hands holding her up. It was terrifying at first, but after the initial fear, she once again moaned with pleasure. It felt like someone was finally scratching an itch she couldn't reach, relieving a pain she had been carrying for a while. The draugar moved with long, smooth, rapid strokes, increasing her pleasure. They filled her, sliding into her cunt and throat, while the woman below her then sucked her greedily, sending wave upon wave of pure joy throughout her body. Her limbs trembled. She panted, the white-haired man's cock in her mouth stifling her moans. The itch was finally satisfied. She climaxed, and so did the draugar men.
Their emissions were not hot. Instead, they were almost cold as they filled her pussy and throat. Instead of semen, in her mouth was something sweet, like honey or nectar. Their tip then glittered with gold as the white-haired draugr pulled away.
Aconite tried to stand up. The experience had left her fulfilled. But before she could move too far, two pairs of hands pushed her back.
"Watch this," they seemed to say, and she followed their gaze to the blonde.
The blonde had backed away from Aconite and was now lying on her back, her arms stretched out above her head, and her legs spread wide open in anticipation.
Aconite looked at the draugar holding her arms. One was the white-haired man who had given her his seed, and the other was a man with fiery red hair that flowed down his back. He walked behind her, out of her sight. Both guided her down towards the blonde, luring her closer with the enticing sight of her pink vulva. Suddenly, she became less reluctant to leave. After all, she had to return the favor. She began to lick obediently, with the lingering taste of honey still in her mouth.
Hardly a moment later, another cock entered her. The muffled sound of his thighs slapping her own filled the room, despite her focus on the blonde draugr's vulva in front of her. It was only then that she forgot the groans of the draugr beneath her, thanks to a hand pushing her head lower to continue her task. She hesitated to maintain focus. Her tongue twitched, struggling to remain still as the new sensations bombarded her. She traced the blonde draugr's petal-like lips with her tongue. Her swollen clit was a tiny, cute thing, fitting perfectly between Aconite's lips like a lollipop. She sucked and licked it with enthusiasm. The blonde draugr moaned with delight. Her voice felt like a pleasant spring breeze.
"Unh!" The red-haired draugr slammed his hips into Aconite and filled her with his seed. He pulled out, leaving her for the next cock to enter her.
Aconite moaned. This one was short but thick and fit comfortably, stimulating all the right spots. She moved her hips against it, trying to find the best angle, as her tongue explored the blonde draugr's insides.
"Good!" the blonde draugr seemed to croak. "Ah! So good!"
Aconite felt proud of her performance. She circled her tongue all over the blonde woman's insides, and soon, she began to stroke the blonde draugr's clit. The blonde draugr moaned, increasing Aconite's eagerness.
A pair of arms pulled her upright. It was the draugr inside of her, a rugged man with wiry grey hair and beard. His thrusts were slow and sensual, more like making love than mating. It was then that she realized how good he truly was. He began to kiss her, and she responded in kind, their tongues dancing together for a little while before a silhouette appeared above them.
When Aconite looked up, she saw another draugr - this one a red-haired woman with curly locks and large breasts. She stepped closer, pressing her pelvis against Aconite's face. She raised her skirt, revealing her wet opening to Aconite, who leaned forward and took her clit between her lips, licking and sucking it as best as she could, considering the awkward position.
They three remained in this position for a while, Aconite working on the buxom redhead while the grey-haired man set a slower rhythm of thrusts, gradually bringing her closer to another orgasm. The redhead finished first, her eyes rolling back as she sighed contentedly, her juices dripping onto the floor. She stepped back. The grey-haired man then began to stroke Aconite's clit faster, Aconite whining with delight. Her orgasm was imminent, sensations welling up inside her, as another shot of nectar filled her.
The draugr detached. Aconite retreated a little. She felt the semen starting to emerge from her body. She surveyed the chamber. The previously fucked draugar were making themselves comfortable with one another, pairing up and forming clusters of three. It was as if this was a common occurrence every time an adventurer passed through this section of the tomb. Briefly, lucidity returned to her, and she pondered if this was a regularly reoccurring event. Then, a force urged her to lie down. As she peered up, she noticed another draugr, this one with long white hair that fell until her back, prostrating over her. The draugr had a welcoming expression, as if saying, "It's my turn," before kneeling over Aconite's face.
Aconite had no time to be startled. She swiftly extended her tongue to explore the draugr's cunt. The draugr embraced Aconite's head endearingly, eliciting a collection of emotional sounds from her.
Right away, something elevated Aconite's legs in the air. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was the draugr on top of her, though it seemed like the female was now holding something. Then, Aconite sensed the feeling of a finger within her. She shivered. It explored her with intrigue, as if it was aiming to learn as much as it could about her vagina. It was gone after a short period. A while later, it was back.
The white-haired draugr began to hump. Aconite wildly thrusted her tongue. She wanted to conclude this encounter to check on her own situation. The draugr moved down, and Aconite clamped the draugr's clit between her lips and bit with vigor, akin to what the blonde had done to her. The finger traced her once more, then twice, and finally a third time. After three stimulations, the white-haired draugr's body quivered. Aconite ceased. The draugr stood up, relinquishing her hold on Aconite's ankles. When Aconite glanced, she noticed the blonde draugr again, kneeling by her side, one finger coated in the golden semen.
Aconite rose. The five draugar she had slain were positioned on their backs in a niche near her feet. They had golden residue on their mouths. They looked as though they were asleep. The blonde waved her golden finger in their direction. Somehow, Aconite realized what she was supposed to accomplish.
She crawled to the beginning draugr. His cock had just thawed, looking like a wilted vegetable. She covered his tip with her lips and suckled him delicately, but dutifully. She didn't believe anything would happen. She had killed him, after all, and deemed this act as merely appeasing those who still "lived." But then, to her astonishment, the cock commenced to swell in her mouth. Ah, she thought, this pollination is the key to revitalizing them! She dragged her lips along his shaft, welcoming it deep within her throat, eager to rectify her mistake. He uttered moans. Aconite jerked her head back and forth, causing his manhood to penetrate her throat, and ultimately made herself dizzy. A pair of hands grabbed the back of her head. His manhood twitched. She pulled on his member until it exited her throat. It twitched once more. Suddenly, a cascade of sweet nectar filled her mouth. She sipped the tip, enticing more and more until there was nothing left to give.
She exerted effort to gulp down the last drops when a voice said, "Not all of it!"
She turned around. The blonde woman was directing her to continue.
Although bewildered, Aconite understood that she had to deliver the sample to all of them.
She scurried to the next draugr. A tinge of the nectar still clung to her cheeks and teeth. She brought her lips to his tip and slowly engulfed it, paying close attention to not squander any that remained. She bobbed her head along the shaft, perceiving it regain life in her mouth, and shyly allowing it to press against her cheeks. However, the blonde woman drew her away before she could complete her act.
"H-Hey, he isn't finished yet!"
"They're waking up," the blonde declared, "keep going."
Aconite advanced towards the third draugr in the line. She rolled him over and repeated her actions, sucking each draugr in turn until they were hard as a rock. By the time she reached the fifth, she was unable to coax his erection. She continued to lap up and swirl her tongue around his shaft. Maybe it's working, she thought, and anxiously circled his helmeted tip. Just as she was about to believe she'd failed, a finger traced her opening. A blonde woman had returned and inserted a bit of nectar from between Aconite's thighs onto the draugr's tip, and he finally began to stir.
He still needed some help.
The blonde woman stepped back, and Aconite settled on the draugr's lap. Her trousers were still down around her knees, so she had to sit backwards, facing away from him. She sensed his cock banding her sheath with every gentle movement. Satisfied at first, the sensation suddenly got better. She made rhythmic movements, her body rocking forward and backward while his cock caressed her walls. Each sensation made her purr with excitement.
Aconite glanced out at the others in the line, who seemed unaffected. They exited the alcove and rejoined the others. However, their motions were sluggish and painful. They didn't fully heal and barely recovered.
Their attention now turned to Aconite.
She stopped her movements.
The injured draugar lurched towards her. They surrounded her, gazing at her with no malice. She glanced at the bulges between their thighs.
She still had a job to do.
She reached out with both hands, gripping the two draugr cocks next to her. The one before her caressed her head while the one behind her helped guide her hands. The nearest one guided her mouth with his cock, while the one lower down nudged her hips. She took turns stroking both. She licked as each shaft passed over her tongue. And she clenched her legs as the draugr's cock pulsed within her. She had to complete their pleasure to make amends. This is penance, she mused. The draugar relaxed, exhaling with glee, as Aconite expressed her pleasure as well. She recognized the heat inside her rising; her hips began to twitch. The sense of being connected to them became evident as her fingers traced the draugar's cocks. She felt surges of pleasure all over her body and clenched her legs. Aconite heard the draugar climax, licking the pearls of sweetness from her fingers as she released her orgasm. Nectar flowed in her arms. Her quim throbbed with pleasure. The golden liquid inundated her mouth, and this time she swallowed gratefully. They climaxed together.
Suddenly, a sensation moved within her - as if she were tormented with tiny threads. She felt them within her, followed by a wave of pleasure and her own cock pulsating as if it were hers. These threads led her to become part of the draugar. The threads intertwined, disappearing into her. They felt each other's sense of rapture, pleasure becoming one. Just before she reached climax, she moaned.
All their pleasure intertwined. The blonde woman returned to offer consolation for Aconite's distress. Aconite understood that she was now shared with the draugar, their pleasure as one. She sensed it from her own experience; she was satisfied with the exchange.
A draugr stood in front of her, showing signs of revival. She switched her focus to the draugr on the left and gave the tip a lick. "I'm sorry," she apologized. She turned toward the one on the right. "Please pardon me." She enclosed her lips around his tip, ensuring it was completely empty. The draugr stroked her hair as he smiled beneath his worn skin. Moments later, both draugar separated from her. The one below her lifted her off and climbed out from under, carefully setting her down. The revitalized draugr returned to their former positions.
With a feeling of contentment, Aconite's pussy still buzzing from the intense orgasm, she gazed at the lovely draugar roaming the room.
When her vision established itself once more,
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