The Bone Lord

As she slurped the worm into her mouth, she looked up to see a skeletal figure in long fancy robes. The skeleton was not human. It had four arms with four long fingers on each and a lashing tail. The robes were red and black, elaborately fashioned with filigree silver threads. “Oh, my dear Clara,” it purred in a hollow voice.

Clara swallowed the combination of cum and worm she had in her mouth. “Who are you?” she asked as she rolled to her feet.

“I, my dear, am the Bone Lord.” He moved a hand, and Jesus suddenly fell over, dead.

“What the fuck, you?” she asked.

She got the impression he was smiling. “Yes, most of them. There are several lords of the undead. The dog you have so affectionally named Jesus is one of mine.”

“Can you bring him back?” she asked.

The Bone Lord nodded, and suddenly Jesus barked as he stood up. “I have been impressed with you. You have taken to your desires well.”

Clara was nervous, “And what’s it to you?”

The Bone Lord stepped closer, and Clara took a step back. “There are some disadvantages in being an undead lord. The main one being, we cannot feel anything. I have found a way to get around that. I can feel everything my children can feel.”

“So when Jesus fucks me, you feel it? And I am assuming you could have shown up at any point. Why now?” she asked.

He stepped closer again and gently ran a bony clawed finger over her cum covered breast to hold it up to her lips. “I have an offer for you,” he said. Clara licked her lips before gently sucking the bony finger. “I can help you rid this place of the other undead lords. It will make everything and everyone safer. In return, I will satisfy your every desire.”

“So the other undead lords? If the undead are not killing people, how will it make things safer?” she asked.

“Well, some of them are taking part in other desires, some are eating flesh. I will rid this place of the violent ones, and I can enter into a pact with you that I will not kill anyone. Nor take anyone against their will.” His tail snaked around to run slowly up her leg.

“I’ll need a show of good faith,” Clara said.

The Bone Lord stepped away and pushed the fridge door open. In the dining room, through the kitchen service window, Clara could see several undead figures. There was a betur, a horse, a couple of humans and what appeared to be a very large naga.

“Pick one, and the others will be yours after you help me,” he said. “I have noticed your peculiar desires and can assure you if you want to fulfil those desires, the betur, horse, and naga are full of little creatures to wriggle their way into you and crush between your teeth. And the Betur, in particular, has some surprises in store.”

Clara felt aroused, a tingling in her cunt, her nipples hardening.