Bonus Chapter 103.2 - Dragon Zombie

Continued from the Bad End... https://chyoa.com/chapter/You-Resist.1697552

You died a long time ago. A piece of rotten flesh hangs from the bones of the forearm of what used to be your left arm. But that doesn't change the fact of how you've come to sit upon a beautiful throne in an opulent mansion. Yes, you've been infused with so much undead mamono mana, you've become one of them. But your still retain your highest order of thoughts along with the deeply seeded hatred for AWIO.

To your right is a beautiful, elegant looking wight that heard the calling of your legion. You had claimed her in an instant, pounding her doggy style with your strong, healthy cock. All of this became yours as the true ruler of this kingdom of everlasting night.

Speaking of your cock, what appears to be a young girl is currently nursing at your tip. Suck-suck-suck as she slowly bobs her head up and down along with working her tongue around the head. Her blowjob feels amazing and she's been at this for hours but your have yet to gift your lich her treat.

Finally, the door to your theme room opens. The already putrid air increases in decay as a dragon zombie enters. Her pale, bluish skin contrasts with jagged patches of black and bronze scales, their luster long faded. Tattered gray wings twitch behind her, and eerie violet eyes lock onto you with predatory hunger. Her darkened lips curl into a smirk, revealing sharp teeth. Her ridged tail shifts. "You're mine now," she purrs, her voice dripping with certainty.

You've been expecting her, of course. Her rotten breath will be even more useful in subjugating the new world by corroding the women, changing them into your undead subjects (and lovers), and further adding her horde of undead into your even vaster legion.

You thrust roughly into the young lich's mouth and release your vile seed. As if taking the hint, the lich that has been nursing your cock extracts herself with a wet pop. A cacophony of moans and desire pours out from the sea of tits, ass, and pussy you surround yourself with. They don't make a move. Long gone are the days and nights of endless **** and pleasure at the hands of your undead wives. You're in charge now and it shows.

The dragon zombie mashes her body against yours. What you would expect to be extremely rigid due to scales is instead met with a pleasant softness as your fingers sink into the flesh of her ass at you make out. She is the first to make a move, hooking a scaled leg around you. Shit. You can't let her take charge.

Too late. The dragon's already found her perch, her snatch dripping with love juice as her vagina stretches to greedily engulf you. It feels amazing, as your penis is greedily devoured with a squish, holding you inside without letting you go and making you her prisoner.

A chorus of moans join your symphony as she locks you inside her core, the tightly hugging vaginal walls gripping and tugging your rod as she claims you, locking her legs and claws around your waist. Shit. This feels too good. You love the feeling of being locked inside her. You move your hips to test your limits but her love hole won't let go as it engulfs you again, sinking you further back inside.

You summon your monsterous, undead strength and heft her up as her hips continue to move. Quickly, you find a wall and thrust into her as hard as you can. You grip her tail and suddenly, her body turns to mush as you assail her senses with the intense mating. She squirms, trying to depart from her perch, but the same vagina that held you prisoner inside her depths now holds her equally prisoner as it seals around your cock, refusing to let her go.

You grin. Your former warden, now turned ally as you start to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh before you. You smell her putrid breath, perfect for raising even more of your army. It lights an undead flame in your loins as you move to claim her. Thoughts of claiming her encourages you further as you assail her sure to be fertile womb with your cock as it knocks hard at the entrance to hear womb with positioning help from your new ally.

The dragon zombie melts under the pleasure you're assailing her with, both inside and out. "Yes... Make me yours...." She groans with a gutteral need. You are only too happy to oblige. With no such AWIO birth control in the way, your putrid seed rushes forth to taint her womb and claim it for your exclusive use as it paints her eggs with your virile load.