Bright morning sun filled Vivian's modest home as Shereena awakened, her eyes fluttering for a moment before opening. Sitting up, she looked around, her confusion obvious by the look on her lovely face. She was in Vivian's home, the woman's deathly décor making her feel uneasy, though somehow drawn to it. Memories of her liaison with Vivian and the undead creature from last night were still in her mind, though they almost seemed like a vivid dream. Gasping at the memory, Shereena looked down to gaze upon her body. She was laying in Vivian's bed, her body now clean, a pleasant aroma revealing she had been bathed recently. What had been done to her last night was foul and horrific, yet the pleasure she had felt had remained fresh in her mind. A yearned for it already filled her. Despite the fact that she had engaged in sexual acts with a rotting undead creature, the memories of it lingered and tempted her.
Minutes later Shereena exited from the bedroom, her lovely body dressed in a black gown trimmed with gold that Vivian had left out for her. It was unlike anything she would normally wear. It hugged her womanly curves tightly, almost suggestively and the neckline plunged deeply, baring her delicious cleavage while the short skirt revealed a good portion of her thighs.
The house was quiet for a moment, then a door opened and Vivian entered, coming in from out back. Her gown had been replaced by a pair of tight fitting black pants, boots, and a loose fitting blouse. A travelling cloak completed her attire.
"Good morning Shereena." Vivian said with a knowing smile. "I hope you slept well."
Vivian approached Shereena, smiling as she looked into the younger woman's eyes. She wrapped her arms around Shereena and pulled her close, sighing as she felt Shereena push up against her. Leaning in, she kissed Shereena softly. Vivian moaned as her lips touched Shereena's. She felt Shereena tense up against her, enjoying the fact Shereena still took some time to warm up to her new experiences. After a few moments Shereena relaxed and returned Vivian's sensual kiss as she began to find herself enjoying the woman's sexual attention.
"Hmm, lovely." Vivian said with a sly smile as she broke the kiss and moved her hands to playfully squeeze Shereena's plump rear. "I hope you enjoyed last night. I know I sure did."
"Yes." Shereena finally replied, recalling the sensations she felt as the undead cock moved inside her, pleasurable despite how disgusting he may have been.
"Good." Vivian said with a wide grin. "How would you like to join me in the capital? The master of my order lives there, and trust me, he will ensure we enjoy ourselves."
"I..I don't know." Shereena replied, obviously hesitant. "While it was...nice, I shouldn't have done what I did last night."
Vivian pouted. "Are you sure? You will be missing out on a lot."
Vivian slid a hand from Shereena's neck down to her bare cleavage, sensually caressing the woman's soft flesh.
"Can you honestly say you wouldn't enjoy having my lips on your breasts again, or perhaps feeling a warm, squirming seed fill your body once more? I would love to have you there?" Vivian said warmly, seducing the young Shereena once more.
Shereena's soft eyes closed and her lips parted to moan while Vivian teased her and reminded her of the sensual pleasures she felt. As she recalled the carnal pleasures from last night it became harder and harder to say now....
Soon enough Vivian found herself on the road with Shereena accompanying her, both women atop large black steeds. The road to the capital was well travelled and the two women looked a bit out of place perched atop the massive steeds. They received several looks from travelers they crossed, but their travel was uninterrupted and soon enough they arrived at a small village that had grown around a roadside inn and tavern by the name of Night Cloak.
Vivian smirked at the unusual name. No doubt the owner had some run in with something unsettling in his past. Not that the name would prevent travelers from resting here, they had little choice unless they wanted to sleep under the stars.
Vivian handed Shereena a pouch of coins.
"Why don't you go on in and rent a room for us." She said to the submissive Shereena. "I will take care of stabling our mounts. Then after some dinner, we can look forward to enjoying each other's company."
She winked at Shereena before slipping off her horse. Shereena sat there for a moment, wide eyed, but eventually finding comfort in the idea of having Vivian's warm body up against hers.
"OK." Shereena replied a bit nervously, still a bit shy and new to all this, where Vivian was much more comfortable with herself.
Shereena entered the tavern. The place was quite large, a sprawling complex containing stables, a large common room, two wings of rooms for rent and a private area as well. Since dusk had begun to fall, the tavern was rather full. The aroma of dinner filled the air, the pleasant scent pleasing Shereena. The place was made of dark wood, giving it a regal, yet sinister feel. Banners hung on the walls, displaying the coats of arms of local lords and barons. A large fireplace roared in the far corner, the warmth relaxing after spending the last hour or so in the cooling night air. The barkeep with a tall, gangly man who looked rather sickly, though he was dressed well and his hair well groomed.
"Greetings fair lady." He said with a friendly grin, Shereena finding herself instantly relaxed by his demeanor, and almost drawn to him.
"I noticed you and your dark haired companion approaching down the road. Rest assured we have plenty of rooms available for the night." He said, moving around from behind the bar. "Please, take a seat by the fire, and I will make sure everything is taken care of for you both. Two ales coming right up!"
"Thank you." Shereena said with a friendly smile. "I will see you at our table shortly."
As Shereena sat down, she noticed the front door open and Vivian slip into the tavern. She too bantered with the barkeep for several minutes, who walked with Vivian to the table.
"Ladies, here are your drinks." He said, setting a large brass tankard down in front of each of them. "If I may, I would recommend the Northern Lobster. We received then fresh just yesterday from a merchant who has travelled down from the coast."
He turned to Shereena then smiled and winked at her. Shereena gasped, her body straightening up in her seat as she did so. The young priestess smiled warmly back at him, obviously smitten. Vivian tensed her brow as she noticed this reaction. This was unlike Shereena. Despite her newfound desires for undead, Shereena should still behave normally for the most part. Something was up.
"Hmm, that does sound delicious." Vivian said suggestively as the barkeep turned to her after receiving confirmation from Shereena.
The barkeep remained friendly and cheerful, oblivious to Vivian's ruse and soon enough left the women to head back to the kitchen. Vivian was not happy about someone trying to steal her new prize, the headstrong woman was determined to find out more.
"So Shereena, what do you think of the Night Cloak?" Vivian asked, trying to gauge the woman's state of mind.
"Oh, I love it." Shereena replied, her voice cheerful and full of energy, more outgoing than normal. "And the barkeep, oh my, he is so dreamy."
"Like him do you?" Vivian replied with a feigned smile.
Something had already began to worm its way into Shereena's innocent mind, twisting her thoughts. Vivian had no fear of whatever was going on here, she held the power of death at her fingertips after all.
"Tell you what." Vivian said with a smile as she slowly stood up. "I will head to our room and get everything ready. In the meantime, why don't you enjoy your time with the barkeep."
"Really?" Shereena replied, a bit of surprise obvious in her voice.
At first Shereena felt a bit uncomfortable with the idea, being set up with a stranger. Though her fears melted away when she spotted him smiling in her direction from across the room. Meanwhile, Vivian slipped out of sight, confident that she would have a better grasp on the goings on here before Shereena found herself alone with the barkeep.
The inn seemed rather quiet once she left the common room. It was still early enough that most were still enjoying dinner, drinks, or the bard's music. Once she was confident she was out of earshot, the death priestess began to cast a spell, bringing forth the dark magic of her dead god. Her eyes filled with black smoke and her body trembled. A moment later, she snapped back into reality with a gasp. After regaining her composure she smirked, her magic divination revealing a source of dark energy within the building...from a room at the far rear of the building...and most likely from the barkeep himself. None of this surprised Vivian, but she did need to find out just what he was up to.
The barkeep was rather careless. The halls were quiet, Vivian was all alone and could easily take whatever time she needed to search his quarters. Whatever he had was unguarded, not even a simple locked door to protect it. He probably came across a magical relic and had idea the power he stumbled across. After she recovered it she could show him how it truly worked.
Vivian gripped the doorknob and turned, opening the door to the barkeep's chambers. The room looked like that of a simple barkeep. Modest furniture filled the room, he even tried to dress it up with simple décor such as rugs and banners. However, the only dim light from the room came from a few candles on the fireplace mantle. Between them rest several animal bones...and a fist size gem that spewed forth a sickening red glow.
Vivian smiled...for a moment. Even someone as simple as a barkeep would not be so stupid as to leave this out to be discovered so easily.
"Looks like you figured things out a bit too late to save you my dear." Spoke a deep, commanding voice from the darkness.
Vivian turned sharply and glared sternly into the darkness. After a moment her eyes adjusted and she could make out a vile figure hiding in the shadows. The demon was human sized, perhaps a bit larger. Its thick, muscular body was covered in fine scales, a shiny black in color that grew into a deep red at their tips. The creature's feet were thick cloven hooves, a dull black in color that matched the thick, curling horns that grew from its forehead. Its face was vaguely humanlike, though his features were deep and overly defined. Wicked, pointed black teeth filled his mouth as he leered at her with blank, blackened eyes.
"Shereena belongs to the death god." Vivian said, sneering at the creature. "I will not let you take her."
