A Tale of Adventures, Lust & Bad Ends! (QC & FriendLikeMe)

[Discordia]

The magic ball of light followed Laria as she descended into the basement of the ruined tower, lighting her way. She had heard rumours of this place from nearby villagers. According to local legends it had once been the hide out for a powerful necromancer. The story has it that the necromancer liked to dabble and experiment, however one day she went too far and her undead creations turned on her, slaughtering her. Yet when the necromancer died, the undead remained. They cannot leave, forced by residual magics to guard the necromancers lair for all eternity while any unlucky adventurers soon join their ranks. They say that some nights their groaning can be heard as far as the village. Many warriors have tried to slay the undead horrors but have never returned. That’s where Laria comes in.

Professional adventurer. Monster hunter. Seductress and cursed with immortality. That last one is a long story that she doesn’t like to recount, but needless to say it has it’s uses. The young adventurer crept down the stone steps of the basement and round a corner. It soon opened up into a large chamber. It was wall lit with magical blue light. From her hiding place by the stairs she spotted several chests and magical alters likely packed with loot. There were also multiple undead zombies She grinned, before murmuring quietly to herself. As she finished her incantation a pink mist began to rise from the cracks in the floor, slowly filling the room before dispersing again. It was a spell of Laria’s own creation. Her specialty really as a seductress. Because humans, well she could seduce them well enough without magic and have her way. But monsters such as these? Well she needed a little help and while she could just as easily dispatch most enemies with her bow, well, why fight when you can fuck?

After her spell had moved through the room, Laria stepped out from her hiding place, leaving her bow and quiver by the stairs. “Well fancy meeting you boys here.” She said, hips swaying while her voice was bright and eager. Her fingers were already moving to the fastening of her clothes.

 

[FriendLikeMe]

The undead weren’t known for their lust, and any prior signs of it had very carnal or instinctive overtones. With no working brain functions, all they could process was the need to defile someone or something’s body - just as badly as they wanted to eat a person’s brains. Laria possibly bit off more than she could chew, even as an immortal.

As the adventurer cast her lust charm, a group of ten zombies felt immediately pulled to her presence. Their shambling, hardly-clothed bodies lunged at the girl with little control of their arms. As they closed in, the rotting bodies pushed her down, seemingly working like a pack to hold down the adventurer. They weren’t smart enough to gag her, but the spell she inflicted them with made it clear she didn’t want to fight back. As they held her down, their somewhat grotesque sex organs stiffened in desire, their corpses’ remaining blood going straight to their phallic instruments.

 

[Discordia]

Laria grunted as the zombies tackled her to the floor, their new desire overwhelming as they were drawn to her. She’d never used her spell on the undead before so she was glad to see that it still effected them in some way, making them eager to get in her pants. As the ten zombies held her down she grinned, watching their cocks harden. She was fully at their mercy and it excited her to her core. She could feel a moistening between her thighs.

“Well, those will do the job just fine.” She purred, eyeing up the nearest one, her lips parted and legs spread as best she could with the zombies holding her down, waiting to see what they did next.

 

[FriendLikeMe]

The adventurer whom seemed to be a sort of succubus, in her ability to attract the sexual desires out of creatures, would find the zombies to be very... not delicate with her. One of the pack members immediately forced their member into her mouth, effectively sending it down Laria’s throat. Two more of the pack members made sure Laria’s legs remained open, no matter what the adventurer may experience.

Three of the remaining seven zombies had, decidedly, begun thrusting powerfully against the adventurer’s fleshy skin. As their sex organs throbbed and pulsated, the adventurer would find openings in their body, as the zombies literally made holes to fuck her with. However, as an immortal, Laria would be just fine, even if the damage was permanent. The remaining four pack members had perhaps the most important role, but chose to watch their prey’s reactions for now.