Compromise is for the weak

"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 with petty pursuits. 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 will not endure your taunts, grandfather. You will respect me for my power, if not by my blood. " A hiss came from all around her, then a swirling wind started crashing at the wards she had previously woven. They wouldn't last long, but just long enough.

"Carla.. Carla of the house of Cameshi. Fettered spirit, I bid you forth." You summon another spirit, from a nearby grave. The young woman is dressed primly, her pale, translucent skin glittering under the moonlight, her legs and arms bound by heavy chains. At her appearance the attacks immediately stop, but you decide to press your advantage.

"Myriam, my darling... this one is yours, feel free to do as you will" Myriam chuckle with glee, and lays a spectral kiss in your cheek. The blonde ghost leans closer to the ground, but before she can even touch Carla your grandfather's voice again echoes. "Free her, worm, or I swear I shall haunt you until the end of your days"

Sensing he once more took form, you turn towards him again, this time he looks like a middle aged warrior, dressed in sword and armor. You hear the stirring beauty behind you as Myriam softly kiss her neck, and Myriam's soothing words.

You snap your fingers and the chains binding Carla's legs and arms immediately disappear, but the girl is helplessly held by Myriam arms. Muffled protests are accentuated by moans of desire. "She is freed, grandfather, as you requested. Now we shall discuss the Dagger"

"Make her stop" you ignore him, instead gesturing again a binding spell "Catena" It wont stop him for long, but ...

You step back, and turns to see Myrian. Your guide is holding Carla's perky breasts from behind, nibbling her neck. Carla's ghost appears eternally ****, protesting at her treatment, but like so often in life she gets carried by the moment. Myrian look at you straight in your eyes, and rip open her victim's spectral dress.

Carla's body is so thin, her **** came after weeks of pining for a lost oppressor. Myriam's kisses savor the anguish, and she squirms as the kisses trail down to her most private parts. A tongue causes Carla to moan loudly.

The wraith prisoner stopped struggling against his prison, and stared intently as the small blonde ravished the other beauty. For their benefit, Myriam was now holding Carla's legs spread wide as she explored her pussy, making a delicious show out of it. The formerly **** participant start returning the favor once she realizes Myriam's own pussy wasn't too far from her.

Their crescendo was rushing to a climax when you whisper to your prisoner. "The dagger...now" under the more skilled tongue, Carla is only receiving immense pleasure and screaming her approval. Sets of images flooding your mind, and you free the wraith from your spell.

The charging dead necromancer is quickly pined under the lithe Myriam, but you are now paying them little mind. Your guide is eagerly inviting you to join the ghostly threesome, but even if you could, you wouldn't. You have what you were looking for, and with that retreats to a well deserved rest.