Marching through the Dead Lands

The march through the Dead Lands is a long and dangerous one. The earth itself is dead, with little more than half-dead patches of grass growing their. The very life itself of the place seems to have been sucked out of it. Packs of zombies roam the land, creatures once risen by necromancers or spread through the plague that inhabits their rotting flesh with no necromancer guiding them, left only with a starving hunger to drive them. Bandits stalk the trails, heading to more prosperous territories to raid before retreating back to the Dead Lands. Frenzied vampires, ravenous beasts with a **** thirst unlike the more sophisticated of their kind who hide among society, hunt anywhere they can smell mortals, **** to quench their parched throats with the life blood of mortals. No matter what, there's a lot of fucked up shit going on that you have to avoid.

You've taken a group of your most elite warriors. Your veteran Bloody Hand men and the toughest Blackfury warriors you can find, alongside Shaga, Bloodaxe, Morrigan and Lilith.

After miles upon miles of marching through the Dead Lands, you reach the headquarters of the Lich King, or the Great Lich, or whatever the fuck he's called. A large chunk of blackened stone sitting in the middle of nowhere. You stare ahead as the sharp edges become more defined out of the blur. The place is in a state, functional but far from pretty. It's not the Soulravage Spire, but it's an impressive castle none the less.

You pause, noticing figures standing on duty at the castle. As you grow closer, you notice the creatures are what you expected. Undead. You stare at the exposed bone, discolored flesh and soulless eyes, feeling nervous for the first time in a while.

"Get your men on the ready, Bloodaxe," you say.

You move towards the gates of the castle, finding them open. A group of skeletal warriors welding great swords meet you there, with a young girl dressed in black and silver robes at their head. She's a pale creature with white-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Greetings, noble traveler of the road. The Great Lich greets you."

"My name is Lord Abaddon. I'm here to negotiate with the Great Lich."

"I'm here to take you to somewhere you can rest up after your long journey, before taking you to meet the Great Lich."

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

"I'm an apprentice Necromancer, a servant of the Great Lich."

"I'm sure that old bag of bones appreciates having someone as pretty as you serving him," you say with a wink.

The girl blushes, looking to the ground. At that moment, you decide you'll probably fuck her at some point.

"Do you have a name, apprentice?"

"It's Taylor," she says. "My master wanted to accompany you for your long journey. Please, your men can find fresh wood and drink waiting for them. I also have a gift for you."

"A gift?" you ask, hesitant.

"We've got a small group of girls for you to sample," Taylor says.

Feeling horny and not particularly cautious, you send your men to rest and eat, following Taylor down the hallway. She quickly leads you to a small wooden door, pushing her way inside to where a large, velvet Kings-size bed sits. You turn, seeing three girls standing there, all dead.

The first girl is a wild type, freshly killed. She's tall and strong, with a pair of big old knockers, as well as shoulder length, white-blond hair. She wears nothing but a large, bear-fur coat, some bloodstained iron barbarian necklaces and a pair of black panties. Her chest is covered with blood, presumably her own, which drips down from her neck.

The second girl is a true beauty, although her skin has the slightest blue tint. She licks her plump, dark lips as she stares at you, a finger twirling her long, black hair. She's clad in a white, veiled wedding dress, with a tiara of dead flowers atop her head. Her big, beautiful eyes stare at you longingly.

The third girl is far closer to your average whore, although a beautiful one. Her long, raven black hair hangs loosely to her ass, which is clad in a tight pair of lacy blue panties. A stream of blood goes down from her mouth, soaking her green top that can barely contain her huge tits. She growls as she sees you, a lustful noise. Or perhaps a hungry one, you don't know how zombies work.

"The three most beautiful girls in the realms. The beautiful Ghoda, the Barbarian Queen of the North. Lady Emily, the most lusted after bride in the whole realm, and Margaret Eastwood, the most popular whore with a price that was said to be in the thousands. All for you, Lord Abaddon."

"They're dead," you say.

"Well... the living don't really tend to serve the Great Lich," Taylor says. "They're imbued with the same lust that inhabited them in life, their souls still earning for fulfillment. Ms Eastwood and Princess Ghoda are **** to taste a cock one last time, and Lady Emily never got to experience the joys of man as she was slain on her wedding. Please, enjoy."

Taylor goes to leave, and you stare like a predator at the meal of rotten meat in front of you.