Give Her a Night to Remember

She was a monster in the eyes the world, but Silvan couldn't help himself. She looked so helpless and timid, and she was clearly in need of someone to accept her. Silvan tilted her head up to him and was glad to see that she had obviously washed away any traces of goat blood from her face. He leaned down and kissed her, and immediately felt her body yielding to him.

"Is there a room other than the one with the goat?"

The zombie simply pointed to the room at the other end of the hall before pulling him back down for another kiss. Silvan and the woman began making their way towards the room, never letting up on the passionate kisses as their tongues danced together. He could feel her desire starting to warm her cold body, and before they had reached the door of the room, her cloak and his shirt were both discarded and left in the dark hall. Once they pushed through the door, she broke the kiss and hurried to light some candles. Silvan was surprised to see the room was almost half full of them.

"Sorry, my late husband knew I would need a lot of supplies after he passed..."

"I understand. Speaking of, we don't even know each other's names. I'm Silvan."

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Here I am being acting like a whore and haven't even had the decency to... I'm Lady Clair Beumont. I was a minor noble before I died, and my husband's position only increased my status more."

"Well my lady, you are quite beautiful," Silvan said as he once more looked upon her naked and stitched body. She probably would have blushed if she was still alive, but she smiled and looked at the floor, squirming a little in embarrassment.

"Please, just call me Clair. I no longer have any claims to my former nobility."

"Ok, Lady Clair," he responded with a smile as he stalked over to her like a wild cat ready to pounce. Clair squealed softly as he scooped her up and laid her on the bed. He took a moment to admire her body. Here and there, he could see places stitched together, and he could feel a slight hum of magic from them. The skin had long since regenerated, so he thought that perhaps the stitches had some other significance that he couldn't read. Her main torso seemed to be all one part, but the arms and legs and part of her face were all patchwork. Her left tit had some minor stitching on the underside. He noticed that other than the hair on her head, she had none on the rest of her body except for a small patch at her groin. When she noticed his gaze, she cleared her throat.

"My hair doesn't grow, so it has been in the same state since I died."

Silvan gave a nod, and leaned up to once more capture her mouth with his, while sliding his pants off. She was completely ensnared by the kiss and didn't notice the him moving his hand between her legs. She gave a surprised jerk as his hand found her inner lips. She was still cool to the touch, but she hadn't been lying about the magic her husband had used. Her pussy was already wet and his finger slipped into her soft depths easily. She cooed as he began pumping his finger into her and when they broke the kiss she looked up into his eyes, her own full of need.

"Its been so long! Please, touch me more!"

That was exactly his plan. Silvan continued to tease her noble slit with his hand while his lips found her neck and gently began to kiss and tease. Clair moaned and gasped as Silvan expertly worked on her body. Soon his lips had found their way to her dark nipples and had made them into his personal feast. As his tongue danced across them, he picked up the pace with his hand and added a second finger to her womanly depths, feeling her passion starting to heat her cold body even more. After a few moments, he continued his journey south and teased her belly button, drawing a sudden giggle in the midst of her coos and moans.

"You sir, are such a tease! I have never had such an attentive lover!"

For a moment, Clair felt shame for admitting that, but Silvan was pulling pleasure from the very depths of her soul. That and she could feel something working on them both. Magic was coming off of him in ways she had never seen. Her husband had spent his life studying magic and had taught her some, but she had always been better at sensing it than actually casting it. She could feel him pulling back on whatever ability he had, and she began to wonder if sex was the catalyst for his magic. But then something extraordinary happened.

When his tongue replaced his finger, she felt her first orgasm crash over her. It was at that moment, she felt them, and then heard a soft whisper from three of the four connections.

*Will she join us?*

*Will she accept us?*

*Will our family grow?*

From the fourth, she felt only amusement and curiosity. Silvan himself must have heard them as well, because he paused in his pleasuring of her and she heard a whisper in her head in response.

*Her choice.*

She wanted to ask him about this, but he didn't give her the chance. His tongue buried deep into, and he began to devour her as if he was starving and she was the first meal he had gotten in ages. She felt a scream of pleasure threatening to rip free from her throat and pulled the pillow over her head to stifle it. When the second orgasm died down, she thought she would have a moment to breath, but then she felt her legs lifted up and spread slightly. Silvan pushed between her legs and Clair wrapped them around his waist.

"Are you ready my Lady?"

"Yes, oh yes!"

And with that, Silvan pushed into her. She was tight and her body now felt as warm as a normal human. He set a an almost frantic pace, his arms wrapped around her and their lips locked in a **** and needy kiss. He was almost certain she had heard the other girls through his bonds with them and was trying hard not to **** her to be tamed. He didn't want to repeat the mistake with Winona.

When his own climax approached, she kept him from pulling out and begged to feel him release inside of her. Silvan once more granted her wish and groaned happily as he coated her womb with his seed. Afterwards, they lay together panting for a moment, but she wasn't willing to wait long. Soon, she had him on his back as she furiously rode him to another orgasm.

Hours had passed, and they had made love in many different ways. Silvan now lay passed out from pleasure as she carefully pulled out of the bed. She would have loved to cuddle with him, but she had a meal to finish and a lot to think about. His offer was weighing on her mind and she was genuinely thinking of accepting. But there was the matter of her late husband. This had been the house he had built for her, and his grave was in the back near the tree line. She wasn't sure she could leave him. She turned to head for the door, and saw the figure there.

Her husband's spirit stood, smiling softly at her. He didn't walk, but seemed to float to her and nodded. He looked to the man in bed and then to the air between him and Clair, as if seeing clearly the magic she could only sense. It wasn't connecting them, but it was still reaching for her.

Her husband once more met her eyes and smiled again. "You are free to choose. Your happiness is all I ever wished for." And then he vanished. Clair retreated to her room, crying and wondering what to do.