Claim your first minion.

The half Orc was professing her devotion to you and was currently stark naked in front of you.

It was giving you a simple way to see the extent of her commitment.

You looked deep into yourself to find the way to disable the life drain on your touch. Once it was done you asserted yourself as the master by kissing her on the lips, something rarely done by orcs.

It would be strange that despite not being evil the first things you did being Undead was to kill and now to recruit a minion. Maybe it is written that Lichs are fated to raise an army and try to rule the world.

"Claim me master, make me one with you. " asked Zatula.

You already were conscious that your new powers could be used to turn people into thralls, bound to your will and unable to disobey or betray you but it was a surprise to see someone willing to volunteer to such a fate.

You motioned her to lay on her back near the fire. You stripped of your torn clothes trying to keep them intact, they are all that you have left.

Zatula was laying, exposing her body, her large breasts, her open pussy between her open legs, she would be looking a lot like you imagined your first woman to be if you ignore the green skin and war paint.

"Zatula Grimshadow, do you swear your fealty to recognize me as your rightful liege and master? Do you swear to be mine and only mine until you last breath and to serve me even in ****? " you asked as you stood kneeling in front of her open legs, your member raised, ready to thrust into her.

"Yes Lord Ashcroft, chosen of the Reaper. I recognize you as my liege and master. I will serve you in all ways in this life and any other. Mark me as your minion, make me your woman. " she replied.

With resolve and trying not to look too eager your penetrated her pussy, you discovered the feeling of her warm and wet flesh on your dick.

You thrusted into her and her face was lighting up with glee. You were unfamiliar with the experience but you were sure that what you were feeling was not just sex. You felt the flow of energy exchanged between you by your point of contact. (in this case your dick and her pussy.)

To mark her as a thrall you absorbed a part of her life **** and infused her with a spark of your power. The ritual was an intense thing if performed by simply holding a hand or touching one's head but to do it using the most sensitive parts of your anatomy made it a intimate communion.

Zatula lost all pretense of ceremony and was moaning in pleasure under your strokes and the magic branding of her pussy.

Undead have a reputation for resilience and indefatigable determination, armies of zombies and skeletons are able to walk for days or fight all day long without even having to rest. While you have recovered the ability to feel once you ate the life of those orcs and that the ritual was making you experience more pleasure than you ever felt, you were not feeling the need to cum in her.

You were rock hard and stroking in her, but as you had often feared to cum in a matter of seconds during your first time you had been plowing her for more that ten minutes. It felt awesome but you didn't feel this irrepressible need to explode you felt when you masturbated in the past.

Half an hour later you felt that the ritual has been finished for a long time and that Zatula was looping in a permanent orgasm. You yourself were feeling good both physically and from the high of now owning a woman. Looking deeper into your mind you understood that as a lich you had access to some of your former bodily functions but that most of them were not autonomous anymore.

Finding how to do it with ease now that you knew what to look for, you blew a huge load of warm cum in her pussy. Your orgasm was massive and the overload on your power made the grass around you decay, glowing dust of magic particles flowing to you.

Once you regained your spirit you notice that you were still hard and knew now that you would remain so until you decided otherwise.

It was time to check on the human prisoner. You had to make sure of her health and check what you could learn from her.

Putting her bound body on her knees you remove the bag on her head.