Grandfather´s spirit

When you come back to your senses, people were leaving the church. No sign of your "customer", nor his coins. Men...

You try to stay unconspicious, but notice more than one lecherous glance in your direction . You carefully close your robes, and move to one of the side altars to wait.

Pretending to pray, you begin crafting the spellwork for tonight. Grandfather was a great magician, and it isn't unheard for the kind to wake as a powerful undead. In fact, you would be surprised if he didnt. But maybe he left something behind, something that would let you track his new stronghold.

You feel two hands beginning to pull up your robe, and the thrill of panic. It took your spiritual guide weeks to coerce you into today´s lewd behavior, and now some stranger was trying to make you go even further!

"Shh.... dont make a sound. you will be paid well. " You feel your ass being uncovered, cupped. his hands slide between your buttocks, until they find your virgin cunt.

"Take your hands down... help him, take a small step to each side. You better hold the bar in front of you. Oh, his cock is gorgeous, so big. How I wish it was me in your place" Myriam whispered in your ear, and you find yourself too weak to resist her influence. "This is going to hurt, but just a little"

You groan, loudly, and feel his hands suddenly letting go of your robes. His hand covers your month, turns you around and you see his angry face. One of the novices, but this one is tall and muscular, with Aquiline faces. "Shh" he hisses, looks around, and then "fine, if you cant be quiet... on your knees"

Your knees hurt on church stone, you mildly wonder why you are doing all this. With a word you could give this arrogant novice a disease so nasty he would take weeks to recover, with another end his very life. As you first engulf his cock you try to rationalize it is merely to save strength, or perhaps Myriam´s hold on you is simply becoming too powerful. You stop your musings when his cock reaches your throat and you start to asfixiate. You can hear his delight as you struggle for air.

Air. Despite the hard on rubbing on your face, you never felt such a delightful sensation. You whisper two words..."treponema pallidum" ... and this time it is his turn to howl in pain. You look around and decide to hide before he attracts more people.

"Giving him syphilis was a low blow" Myriam said once you found a new hidding spot. You wouldnt deign to argue, you would just wait until nightfall.

Things were quiet. It was an easy matter to find your grandfather´s grave now. Foremost because there was a grey wraith standing just besides the place.

"Catena" you hurriedly say, creating swirling circles of chains around the wraith. The figure didn't react. As you step closer... "grandfather, is that you?"

"yes, blood of my blood, thirst of my thirst. It is me. I have been waiting for a long time now, did you bring the Kriss of unlife?"

You close your eyes and shake your head, and get a furious answer. "Fool!" The chains circling around him ripple, but hold "Lazy, useless worm! didn't I set specific instructions on my geas? Even an imbecile could follow my orders" He again stares at you "you... you didn't come here at my beck. Talk, girl, state your plea. I will laugh in your face as you rot under the earth"