Offer your memories

"I came for the Stygian Dagger, grandfather." His eyes are two black voids filled with fury and scorn. "And I shall not squander its gifts, I will pursue the same path you did. My ultimate goal is to awaken the true power in our veins, the magic held by Invidia of old."

His laugh was cruel and sarcastic, and cut the night sky with hallow mirth. His form fades in gray smoke, making the summoned chains circled around nothing, and his voice echo across the graveyard. "Do you think you are the first to look for this power? I held the blade for years, I know full well its powers. Maggot, I should just end your useless existence now and spare the rest of our family the shame of having such an excuse walking among the living."

"Young I may be, but I am respectful and eager to learn. I know there are many missteps I could make, and that is why I come to my grandfather's grave, hoping to have his guidance" The wraith is no longer threatening, but Myriam seems worried.

"Maybe you should..." but you cut her short "It is fine, Myriam. I can always call if I need your help" She seems ruffled by the dismiss, and turns her back and says "as you wish"

With a wave, you dismiss the chains binding the grey Wraith, a small note of pride in how your hasty enchantment held the powerful sorcerer. "Thank you" his tone is far more civil "My granddaughter. Do you have a name?"

"Dawn. Dawn Gravielle." He smirks at the unusual name for a necromancer, and you add "mother though it would make me take an interest in ecclesiastic life, away from matters... profane."

His face seemed to soften considerably, you would hold him if just his ectoplasm figure allowed you to forget, for a moment, that was impossible. "You ask for much, Dawn Gravielle. An old spirit like me has nothing but his memories. I could ask you to fetch me the weapon I am looking for, but I suspect you arent strong enough to defeat its guardians. Instead, I will ask you a memory for a memory. I wont rob you of it, you shall still keep it and treasure it. How does it sound?"

You ascent your consent, but when he reaches to touch your forehead your wards react widely. He frowns, annoyed, and orders. "undress these wards, and your robes." You were perhaps far more surprised than he was, and immediately sets to comply, lowering your defenses.

Images begin to fill your mind. They are disorganized, a collection of arms, legs, and beautiful faces. They are somehow connected, perhaps by the dungeon floor. No, it is more than merely the same room. They are happening in the same place, and time. It is an ongoing orgy, and the limbs are merely extensions of bodies rutting madly around the status of an Old God, or Demon. There was a male in the center, a handsome young man you recognizes as your grandfather, and he is summoning the spirits of the dead. Each of the present a member of the local nobility, and each half possessed by an ancestor.

The image blacks out, and you are once more in the damp, cold graveyard. You open your eyes to see Myriam chatting with grandfather "and that is how she added whore to her list of professions you can ask her about it. Oh, she is wakening... I will talk to you later, handsome" and with that, she is gone like a dream.

"A whore, your friend tells me. You look far too innocent, but then I stopped being surprised by your sex a long time ago. I wish to see the first time your orgasmed for a client, darling."

You panic. You start babbling an excuse, but he shoos the words, and touches your forehead. "i was going to tell you, I... I never did. I am a virgin" You feel him glancing over your two encounters today, and he places a kiss in your forehead.

"You did, my lovely Dawn. Or at least, you will. And much sooner than you think" You feel your body moving in its own accord, collecting the cloak you had just discarded, and left the graveyard by merely jumping over the wall. It was surreal, you had no control where it was going.

It was a quiet house, the only distinct feature was a red lantern in the front, and a board with a black bird painted on it. You feel you once more control your body after you knocked at the door. A middle aged woman, a fading beauty answer the door.

"I... am here to work" You say, glancing in the direction of a wraith following you. She seemed unmoved, and begin to close the door "Please, I beg you, I am hungry and ****."

"If you are going to lie, at least make it convincing Lady" She sounded just upset. "Look, just... I need the money from one client only. You can keep everything else to yourself." That made her eyebrow arc, her grip in your wrist is firm and she drags you inside.

The place is... more like you expected. Cheap, old furniture in faded colors, a smog of tobacco and a thick smell of drink. Silky concealed some of the intimacy hired in the brother, but it was easy to steal glances "I can keep your cloak" She begins to take it out, but you hold it fast. She smirks when she notices the reason behind your **** "I like you, girl."

"Can... Can i have a drink, or something?" She frowns, and says "No. Not until your second client." Defeated, you just nod.

"Carla!" You hear someone yell behind the two of you, and you turn to see three soldiers. Carla, your guide apparently, replies "Oh, the red hot cocks are here! we just though you had forgotten about us, and were now just seducing the helpless daughters of unwary farmers". Everyone laughed at that,and you meekly joined. You attract their attentions like a moth to a candlelight

"I don't remember seeing her" one of the soldiers says "that is because she is new..." Carla replies "look, we didn't even have a chance to put a dress in her yet" Your face flush red as she raises your cloak, revealing the shapely curves and untouched pussy beneath. You feel your body being raised by strong arms, and you find it oddly comfortable being cared around close to this soldier's chest. The other two are following close behind, and so is Carla.

The soldier, this "Red Hot Cock", pass by some hanging, transparent curtain, and toss you in a pile of cushions, throwing your cape wide. "Carla, you are surpassing yourself. This little bitch must have cost a fortune."

"I never paid a price like that for anyone like her. it was a hard bargain." She says with a chuckle, you can tell the two friends are beginning to get... cozy with her. You have more immediate concerns, the soldier's caress, well the entire situation, has already worked you up considerably.

"Ask him...ask him to enter you from behind, girl" you hear your grandfather's tone, and complies. You lay your hands on the table, spread your legs, and wait. "nah, nah... open your eyes" This time, it is Myriam. She is in the other side of the table, doing just the same for your grandfather.

Despite everything, there is paint. Or at least, a mild discomfort.The pleasure of being so filled far outweighed it, and comparing to the stolen memories... You quickly decide women have the better of it.

His hands are holding your tight as he picks up pace and speed. Your mind is about to explode in a new flurry of sensations when you notice the two new cocks just hanging nearby. You try to do their best to enjoy them too, but it is too much work, and just impossible as you feel the explosions in your mind.

You probably wasn't out for long, but there is someone else fucking you when you come to your senses. Thinner and longer, you feel unexplored regions being reached. You mildly hear an argument between your first client and Carla about whenever or not you were a virgin, it just sounded silly. Also, there was such a crowd around you. Not only the three soldiers and Carla, but also...

At least a dozen of wraiths, none of them being your grandfather, or Myriam. And you were completely defenseless. All ravenous dead of wanton excess, you will never get away from their infinite hunger.

Never.