You begin to scream!

Your eyes are wide open and staring at the old man that isn't an old man at all. Something clicks in your brain and you realize the full horror of what you have just witnessed. Mellannon, the sweet old man who just made you cum with his tongue, is a rotting skeleton full of undead worms!

"Noooooo!" you scream and begin to scramble away from him.

He moves so quickly he is hardly even visible. He bolts the door and hurls you back onto the desk. His hand is clamped over your screaming mouth, your cries muffled as he pressed down atop you. His other hand goes to the amulet.

"You have chosen the truth, then," says Mellannon and he yanks the amulet from his neck. The illusion disappears once more, revealing the horrid, skeletal face and the withered body throbbing with inhuman innards.

His lipless mouth opens and the fat, purple tendril within extends towards your face. You can smell the musty crypt stench of him combined with the stench of foul water. A clear slime oozes from the tongue as it curles down to your face and licks across your cheek. You scream to exhaustion into the palm of his hand.

Black tendrils of unholy magic sprout from the floor all around his desk. They wrap around your wrists and ankles and pull your limbs down hard enough that it feels as if they will be yanked out of socket. In this position your body is under tension, your breasts heaving and your chin trembling fearfully. You look up at Mellannon in abject terror as the fiend removes his hand from your mouth.

Before you can scream, the purple tongue is between your lips, forcing your mouth open wider, gagging you wtih its putride slime. Mellannon's decayed, skeletal face is nearly pressed to your face. He stares at you with his glowing red eyes as the eel of his tongue gags you and pushes into your throat.

The horror you experience from his suffocating, gagging kiss is nothing compared to that which seizes you when you feel the fat head of his purple cock crawling at your cunt. He smears his slime against your folds and works his cock up and down without even handling it. The oozing appendage violates you with a sudden thrust, spreading your cunt and stuffing itself into you until you feel a hard, beak-like tip colliding with your cervix.

Mellennon grabs your throat in his bony claw and leans over you, still gagging you with his prehensile tongue, moving his mummified body atop you as his throbbing cockmeat plunges in and out of your stretched cunt. There is so much of it and it moves with its own thrusts, snaking and squeezing to fill every nook of your poor pussy. You can't look away, but you try to close your eyes, to somehow escape what is happening. Even that doesn't spare you from the glow of Mellenon's diabolical gaze.

Suddenly, you feel a throbbing between your lips and you are **** to swallow as thick liquid begins to pour deep into your violated throat. All you can taste is the vile sweetness of the tonguemeat stuffed into your mouth, but every contraction of the wriggling flesh is squirting more liquid down your throat. You can feel the heaviness in your belly.

You try to scream again, in pain this time, as it feels as if the beak that seems to tip Mellannon's cock is biting at your cervix.

"You are mine now," says the disembodied voice of the old mage. "You are mine forever."

Agony shoots through you as his cock harpoons deep into your body. You feel it twisting up and into your flesh and then darkness. Merciful darkness.

You awaken much later. Your fear is completely gone. It is daylight and you are standing in a room on the second floor of the building. There is a view of the narrow, cobbled streets of the city through the milky glass. Within the room are chests and shelves strewn with odd items and a huge, four-poster bed. You know somehow that this is Mellannon's bedroom, or at least the room that he maintains as his bedroom. You also know that his real place of rest is in the building's cellar.

You look at your hands and down at your body. You are standing up and dressed in an immaculate lace dress that accentuates your breasts. Your skin is very pale. The flesh beneath your fingernails almost blue. It occurs to you that your body is cool and you have not taken a breath. Of course, you realize, because you are no longer Melena, just a girl from a little, worthless village. You are now Melena, the eternal servant of the lich mage Mellannon.

You think of your master and smile as you set about your duties of tidying up the household. Your journey as a hero has ended.