Parley (break the stalemate)

You stay there still. For a moment you think that it is the end of your torment-

Such a curious creature

A feather light touch traces up something which protrudes from below your fish tail waist. You jolt from the distinct and familiar pleasure and uncurl your arms to look down.

But in the darkness you see nothing so you reach down with your arm, and touch a fleshy shaft, close to where your groin used to be.

A familiar comforting pleasure warms your loins. You'd found your dick. Even though you are sure it hadn't been there before.

Ah, finally, a response

The words slide from the top of your cock's slit down to the base of your scaly hide then up again. The sensation unhindered by the presence of your own grip on your member.

Come to me

I beckon thee

Heed my call

I summon thee

Reveal they self

Show me

You clutch at your dick helplessly and writhe as every word makes pleasure throb through you cock. Even holding it in a white-knuckled grip you can still feel the ghostly sensation and air bubbles rise to the surface as you cry out silently.

The pressure builds, you begin thrusting your hips deliriously and even jerking your hand in tandem with the words in your mind. You reach a cusp, and spill.

You can feel a mental pause and you open your eyes in relief. Then right yourself in the water as you realise you had swum to waters where light could reach you.

A white coil, of, well, semen drifts past you.

You flap your pectoral fins, trying to edge away from the thing delicately. Thinking you'd rather not accidentally breath that in through your gills.

Interesting, this must be a function of the living.

The voice is back, It brushes down your chest. You look down and see your penis in your new body for the first time. It is a fleshy, thin, pale blue and smooth. Longer than your original and slightly thicker with a more tapered tip.

You look at it curiously as it begins to shrink back into your scaly abdomen.

Show me more

Teach me

To your horror, the words throb through your dick again, but this time the pleasure is redoubled because your cock is now much more sensitised.

You writhe and quiver. But the words continue to trickle in to your mind. Cold, intellectual, but not malicious. Just insensitive.

Perhaps, that is why, the great question of before, dive deeper, stay, or go to the surface, solidifies in your mind along with your answer. Your gills and webbed ears flare and you look up defiantly at the light.

With a wave of your tail fin, your decision is made and you make for the surface

Yes, come, come to me

The voice urges, the touch on your dick becoming more fervent, enough to make your body twitch. But you do not make for the raft, but a spot a good ways away.

Your head breaks the surface. Your mouth opens and takes in a large breath. Then you shout at the raft, with the kneeling figure on top.

"Stop doing that!" You glare defiantly at the Horned Lich webbed ears flared.

The Horned Lich is still cloaked in dark but ragged fabric and it stares back at you with it's skeletal grin.

"It pleases me to hear you speak"

This time you hear the words not only in your head, though it still curls around your dick.

"I said, stop that!" You're voice is slightly foreign to you, a bit horse. Though it might be from lack of use and you find yourself coughing slightly to clear it.

"I'm sure we can come to an accord-"

The words slither from your cock upp towards your waist and-

_"_Stop your mind games if you want to talk, just talk. You're being too intrusive!"

"Why should I-"

The words tickle your dorsal fin and you snap in annoyance.

"If you don't stop I'll give you nothing." You'd had enough.

The Horned Lich regards you with eery stillness. But you can somehow sense hesitation from it. A strange awareness alien to your human sensibilities. Perhaps a new sence inate to your current form.

"Just use your voice, nothing else." You encourage it. As a human you would never have thought of doing it, but another sense guides you now.

"Is this what the desire?" It ask, it voice is rattling, airy and eery. And it caries over the water for all that it is spoken softly. But it no longer has that penetrating quality to it and you sigh in relief and nod.

The undead regards you, only your head and shoulders are above the water. A perturbing intelligence, that you'd seen before flickers in its eye sockets. You'd forgotten how uneasy it made you.

"Thy kind is perhaps more sensitive than most, hence thy displeasure. In spite thy delicate senses, the were still quite enduring."

If a woman had said that you would have blushed. If it had been the beautiful Nekt you would have both blushed and felt honoured. But hearing it from a Lich's mouth only makes you uneasy.

You sink lower into the water.

The flames I the undead's eye sockets flicker.

"I wish thy aid in a matter."

"What." You ask warily.

"I sense great **** nearby, yet I find it not. Help me find it." It commands.

Under the water your fins flare out alertly, but you manage to stop your webbed ears, which had relaxed from flaring out and giving away too much of your alarm.

"What would you do with this... ****?" You ask, keeping your voice neutral. Even though every terrible story you'd ever heared of Lich kings played through your head.

"To conquer the living of course. There is much life to the east of here, a burning bonefire of life. I desire it, but an army is needed." It responds casually. Inadvertently just confirming every cliche you'd ever heard about the undead.

You give the Horned Lich a deadpan look which it returns with an expectant one.