No (you turn the tables)

You lie in shock against the raft, feeling the Lich's cold mind in your head, both distant and yet close. Instinctively you know that no matter how far you run - or in your case swim -you will never be out of the Lich's range of influence.

Slowly the undead pulls out its emaciated hand from your blow hole. You shudder and gasp, its every touch strangely amplified through the mental link.

It takes a step back looking down at you with its cold blue flames flickering in its sockets. Its presence is strangely more dominating and terrifying now that it has a direct method of influence to your mind.

"Shock."

Without a touch or even gesture, you're struck by and electric current. It' turns your thought's white and and makes your entire body spasm and contort into a strange manner. The the undead's flames turn a deep purple as it looks at your suffering.

The spell ends, it had only lasted a moment but felt like an entire minute. Your muscle twitch spasmodically. You try to flap your webbed ears to dispel the after effects quicker, but it has no effect, you flare your gills but wince as they had become too dry for your comfort.

A premonition suddenly comes over you and you turn to the Lick, who's flames had returned to their usual blue.

"Submit to me and I shall grant the Pleasure!"

The ecstasy rips through you in a manner you'd never felt before. Your writhe and moan against the rough wood and ropes, arching your back, your webbed hands roaming over yourself in an attempt to both alleviate and satisfy the seemingly endless pleasure.

Your moaning becomes short and staccato as the all encompassing pleasure crescendos. The Lich stares at your arching form intensely, its life flame flickering in it's eyes having become a fervent white.

With a shout you climax your hard penis spraying an obscene amount of mother-of-pearl white colored cum over yourself and the raft.

You flop limply back the intense pleasure finally abating your fluke slapping on the wood, and you gasp feeling wrung out. In the back of your mind you also feel the Lich's surprise after the powerful experience.

Wait, you could since the Lich's emotions! And clearly it had felt everything you'd gone through too! Clearly the mind link wasn't a one way connection.

As you feel the Lich's contemplative thoughts. You suddenly also realised that you'd been able to move your tail from the raft, whatever magic had shackled you had been released at some point.

You feel the Lich's sudden alarm in your mind.

"Domin-" Before it can take another step back or finish its sentence you trip it with your tail, easily making the undead fall on it's back.

With strength you didn't know you had you push away with your pectoral fin and with a coiling spring you jump, landing with your full weight onto the undead.

It's cowl had long fallen from it's head revealing it's arching horns. Instinctively you grabbed its horn with your weeded hands and through a mysterious intuition, you grasped mentally on the mind link within you, beginning to reel it in as you lowered your head towards it.

The alarm through your link was sharp and the the undead struggled violently beneath you, its sharp nails scratching over your chest, arms shoulder, and back. it's bare, emaciated feet kicking at your fishtail abdomen and dick which still had not had the time to retreat into its fleshy sheath. The sensation of its every touch was strangely amplified and oddly arousing, even as blood ran from its nails raking over your skin. But your superior strength and weight prevented its struggles from being truly effective.

You press your lips over the desiccated skin of it's moth. The undead's dry tongue enters your own moist one. battling with your own, the experience strangely stimulating even though somewhere in your mind your human self wants to wretch over you kissing a corps.

Even your mental strength seems superior as you slowly win the mental tug of war and draw the mind link ever deeper within yourself.

The undead's blue flames slowly pale as they retreat in it's sockets. It's struggling waekens until it stops. In it's mouth an incandescent white light slowly floats towards your own open mouth. The sky darkens and the world falls silent as it passes.

All of a sudden you feel the mental link loosen, like a knot slipping and the other end slips before you even can react into the depths of your mysterious soul.

Your eyelids grow heavy and your webbed hands' grip loosens on the horns of the now truly dead corps. Once again you'd managed to defeat a mythical creature, and just like the Nekt you had absorbed the Horned Lich's essence.

Your mind falls into darkness.