Sassie sold you out!

They were few in number, but their intent was unmistakable. There were three of them, lead by the treacherous farm girl. Their deep black cloaks barely hid the metalic glimpse of their weapons, the wicked swords and crossbows.

"They should be sleeping, I **** the soup... just like I promised I would"a whispered answer, too faint for you to hear, but the exchange of a heavy coin pounch tell you what just happened.

Barely clothed, still you dont feel the odds are against you. Empowered by the Stygian dagger, you begin to weave a protective ward around you.

The greedy girl turned to count her bounty, considerably underestimating her own appeal. Were these professional soldiers perhaps they would first ensure their goal was accomplished, and only then enjoy the more savory opportunities, but if her assurance held true the two fugitives would be safely asleep once they were done...

"You know... you are quite pretty, for a farm girl" Sassie knew the tone, and started to bolt. "Nah, nah... where do you think you are going?" Two men hold her arms, she screams "Aaaaaaaaah" Slap

Regardless of the evidence of what she did, you dont have in your heart to simply let her be ****. One of them punch her hard in the stomach, making her body crumble to the ground. Another began to unbuckle his belt... he would be the first.

Your legs carry you with uncanny speed, the stygian dagger howls with unhallow hunger. The beffuddled trio turns in your direction, you stab the first with your weapon. His body and soul scream as the later is ripped from the first. His blood sprays, you noticed the robes you hurriedly doned are no longer covering your body.

"Ah, children, children" your voice, hungry and malevolous. The two other would be assassins fell to their knees, and are trying to crawl away. "Tsc, tsc, where do you think you are going?" a wild strike is simple deflected by your conjured ward. You spin the weapon in your hand, ready for another killing blow. That is when you think... a killing blow.

You have just killed a man. Despite your dark studies, that was the first time you actually did it. You dont know what kind of life he had up to now, but you imagine his parents, his friends... in your hesitation, your two foes take advantage to flee.

You are on your knees, trembling, when you feel her arms wrapping around you. Sassie whispers "I am sorry... I am so sorry..." Feeling her warmth is conforting. The thrill of the kill still sends shiver of pleasure through your body. She kisses away the tears running down your face.

Your body answers, where your mind wouldnt. The cooper odor entices a dormant beast, and here is a prey graciously offering her neck. You bite her, your teeth leaving their mark on Sassies rosy skin. She is sweety, saucy. She whimpers, whispering guilty appologies, she doesnt stop you as your face goes lower, and your bites nimble her perky breasts.

Your eyes meet, and she begs "please, will you forgive me" You grin in answer, and she throws back her head as your nails give her the answer... you pinch her swollen labia, and even over her dress she moans in pain.

You dont bother undressing her, she is quite responsive despite the wool layer between your hands and her sex. The grass becomes your bed, as your bodys interwine into a hungry frottage. You have her pinned, her skirt hiked enough so your leg lies in touch with her pussy, and she is rubbing herself hard against your skin. There is a deep, unsatisfying craving in your sex, but you dont interrupt your moaning partner for a while.

"I need a cock" you find yourself surprised at saying it, but it is true. You bring your partner to her feet, and takes her with you towards the fallen bandit, his cock taunt with rigor mortis, despite the short time since his ****. You let go of her hand, and position yourself over him, a cowgirl over your victim.

To his spirit, you address "this I offer you freely, as a parting gift. Hate me or love me for it, but after this your time with us is done" If the body stirred, it didnt matter any. The unnatural tauntness streched your aroused sex, and you let go a catarathic moan as you feel the first unliving cock enter your body. To have Sassie massage your breasts as you ride his cock just helps highlight the gorgeous sensations, the living and the undead.

"oh, yes. Gods, this feels so..." The orgasm came and stayed, taking none of your conscience. Your moans were then muffled by a french kiss Sassie shared with you, her hands massaging your stuffed pussy. You hear the farm girl whisper "you are the the most depraved person I ever met" There is a jovial tone there, it was good to see she could remain like that despite everything that happened "but you are just the same" you quip back. With a bit of regret, you slide off the dick and help your partner feel the same joyous sensation.

Perhaps she didnt share your fetish, but her arousal was enough that she also could enjoy the unloving penetration of the undead. Your kisses are broken when she suddenly begin laughing "what is it?" you ask, and the bouncing girl replies "wouldnt it be funny if one of us got pregnant?"

"Very..." You glance towards Myrian, who was just enjoying the show. The spell was still firmly in place in your dagger. You lean her body back, allowing your face to be just inches from her cock stuffed pussy. Your lips find her pussy, and she holds your face there, unwilling to let you go now that she founds her path to O.

She isnt the only one to orgasm. The unmoving zombie also found the limit to his unlimited endurance, the last bit of life in him ejaculated in the sluts waiting tomb. The waiting spell, rebirth, you trigger it and bid silent farewell to Myrian.

You carry her back home, and find her parents and Nathan asleep. You manage to wake him up, but tells him "Nathan... they found us, I need to go, but you have to stay here." You glance in her direction, and back to him. "Sassie... she is with child, I know." His surprise tells you he thinks it is his. Perhaps it is better this way. "Will you stay with her?" he reluctantly agree, although he dislikes the idea of letting you go alone.