Library

“I guess I will go to the library first. I might be able to pick up some resources there to deal with the other two,” Clara thought out loud.

The Bone Lord nodded, “That sound’s like a fine plan. Would you like Jesus to accompany you? Just don’t get too distracted from your mission.”

Clara smiled, “I’m not making any promises.”

The duo left shortly after and headed in the direction of the library. On route, they came across several groups of undead, and Clara felt her arousal tugging at her resolve. Seeing the groups of rotting creatures made her shudder. She wanted to feel them, all of them.

Jesus’ tugging at her hand prevented her from confronting several of the groups, and they continued their sneaking towards the library.

After fifteen minutes or so, they reached the great hall which connected to the library. It was a huge, lofted hall flanked by gilded columns. As they walked down the long hall, Clara could hear a scraping sound towards the end. But she couldn’t see any shape through the gloom. As they got closer, she realised why. She was looking too low.

She took cover behind a column and looked out. There was a huge creature filling most of the space of the hallway. A massive thing she couldn’t identify, somewhere between a Woolley Mammoth and a toad. As it dragged its bulk across the floor, Clara watched in amazement. The smell of it reached her, the smell of rotting flesh. She started to pant in arousal as her eyes went to its crotch. Under the creature’s bulk, there was a huge flaccid cock and a set of balls that defied logic. Each one was four or five feet wide. “What is that?” she wondered quietly. She hefted the bone, wondering what to do. After several moments she decided to wait. If the creature kept coming in this direction, it would easily be within reach. “Hide Jesus,” she told the dog who sidled up against the wall.

The wait was torturous, hearing the creature come closer and closer. The head came into view as she pressed her back to the column—huge, warty, with one swollen eye. Flies buzzed around it, and creatures could be seen feasting on its rotting flesh.

A moment later, one large, webbed hand landed beside her, and she struck. She swung the bone mace down onto its foot and felt the jolt of magic. Then the beast fell. Slumped to the ground unmoving.

Several moments passed before it started to move again. This time it said in a low rumble. “You found a bushar; how interesting.”

“Bone Lord?” she asked.

It turned its head to her, “Yes, dear Clara, oh how you will enjoy this when you are done with your task.”

Clara was panting, “Bone Lord, I want to feel it, please.”

It shook its large head, “No, my dear, you got your taste. Now you have to wait.”

“Please, I need it,” she begged.

The creature smiled, “I will tell you what, once you have dealt with the other Lord, I will give you a taste. You can slide your naked body over its cock until it drowns you in gallons of cum. Or it can eat you. I can feel other creatures in its belly, undead.”

Clara panted. “Alright, so where is this, Lord?”

“She is in the library, be careful. She is dangerous,” he advised her.