Dawn Gravielle, the necromancer.

You stand at the back of the mass, hidden in pilgrim robes as the dull priest makes a sermon on chastity. You try not to smirk, as you continue to whack the cock of the man sitting next to you.

You close your eyes, and hear the whispers of the ghost following you. "Davon... reach his essence, and learn what he's forgotten. He is the one that put your grandfather to grave"

With your eyes closed you can see your fair headed guide, Myrian, a lovely young women with curly hair and green eyes. Her dress is ravaged, just like her body, as if from fresh sex. You never learned her true identity, but was somehow related to the Gravielle family, and she guided you to the realm of Byrulon.

"Suck me" this time it was the gravedigger sitting next to you; his command said just high enough for the people around you to hear.

"I will want another coin for that" you try not to forget the role you were playing "this time, silver" he grumbles, but he pays.

His cock is hard as a spade, and stands tall from your earlier ministrations. You let him look again in your light green eyes as you kiss the tip of his cock with your velvet red lips. It carries an earthy, foul taste, but you find the putrefaction arousing. Thoughts of fucking him in the altar flood your mind, in fact your mind was quickly filled with a full fledged orgy. For too long you have stayed among dusty tomes and cobwebs, your pussy was dripping wet with desire. Even that priest, someone that old must have had years and years of experience fucking pliant pilgrims ...

You focus on the thick rod filling your mouth, trying to ignore Myrian's influence. You were here for a reason, you were accepting this debasement for a reason. And by his moans, you were soon to be rewarded.

"For a necromancer, you are a great whore" Myriam whispered as Davon flooded your month. You start to taste his memories in the tip of your tongue.