Aconite and the Draugar

(Once again, this chapter has a bit of setup. If you want to skip right to the good stuff, look for this symbol: 🌸 enjoy~)

A narrow corridor, carpeted with dust and cobwebs, stretched beyond the doorway. Aconite felt the walls for traps and carefully tapped the floor with her feet. She found nothing. The light of the amphitheater dimmed behind her, and eventually winked out of sight. She waited a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. A distant sound fluttered to her ear. She focused on it, and identified it as the sound of shuffling feet. She rested her hand on the pommel of her sword as she advanced through the gloom. At the end of the corridor was another landing, this one leading into a dimly lit room shielded by the ceiling. She got to her knees for a better look.

A figure stood about a yard from the bottom of the stairs.

Aconite once again clutched her sword's hilt, waiting for the figure to make its move. After a moment, the figure turned and shuffled out of sight, its movements stiff and unnatural.

Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say that its movements were supernatural.

It was a draugr.

Having learned her lesson, Aconite tested the first step with a gentle press of her foot. When the stairs didn't collapse into a slide, she put half her weight on it. When that, too, proved safe, she knelt entirely on the first step. When the step accepted her full weight without issue, it put her mind at ease. She crept most of the way down the stairs, clinging to the wall to remain as hidden as possible. Each step revealed more and more of the next room. The thing that concerned Aconite most was what lurked within.

She spotted four draugar right away. They shuffled about the room with purpose. They swayed their heads from side to side, milky dead eyes surveying their surroundings, movements rigid but not mindless. They wore the tattered remains of armor from centuries past, rusted, dented, torn, disintegrating into dust. Some of them still had a few wiry locks of hair rooted to their leathery scalps, while others were bald as stones. Most eye-catching of all, they had vulgar flowers growing from their bodies. Aconite shuddered. She wasn't sure if they could feel anything, but just the thought of the roots crawling under her skin sent shivers up her back. She returned her focus to the task at hand. The room consisted of another long hallway, with only shallow alcoves and half-pillars bulging from the walls to serve as hiding spots. There may have been secret passageways or traps, but from where she knelt, she couldn't be certain. The shadows shifted as more draugar moved about. She took a few more steps and counted them as best she could. She could see six from her position, but she couldn't see the end of the room. There could be a dozen or more if she was unlucky. She tightened her grip on her hilt. She would try to sneak through first. If that didn't work, she'd have to fight like hell. At the very least, draugar were simple to dispatch. Moving slowly, she crept down the last few steps and entered the hall.

Two draugar marched back and forth down the hall, moving in opposite directions. She stopped her advance and pressed herself beside a pillar as the one closest to her came near. It looked around, noticed nothing, and turned back. She waited another few seconds before moving forward once more. A third draugr on the other side of the corridor was knelt in the corner. It stroked a vulgar flower sprouting from the floor with the same affection one might show a cat. She held her breath as she crept past it. She heard the sound of deathly moaning. When she looked, she saw two more draugar pressed against the wall, one on top of the other. She wondered, momentarily forgetting where she was, if they were fighting, as if somehow the magic that kept them serving the dungeon had been corrupted, and now they were at each other's throats. But as she came closer, she realized that they were mating. Fluid ran between their legs, though it was nothing like what she had seen on a human body. She scurried along, desperate to escape the spectacle. In her haste, she hadn't even bothered to look where she was going. She ran right into a pair of leathery legs.

"RARGH!"

The draugr fell backward, collapsing on top of Aconite and sending them both to the ground. She could feel every soulless eye in the room on her. She launched herself towards the end of the corridor, the draugr falling off of her and hitting the ground with a clank, a sharp hand clawing at her ass. As she feared, more draugar awaited her. They lunged at her, their bony hands open wide. Aconite unsheathed her sword. Two were upon her. She slashed them down with ease, sharp steel cutting through ancient leather armor like paper. Another one jumped at her. She stabbed it through the chest and dropped it to the ground. Two more emerged from the shadows. She carved one, stabbed the other, but before she could turn around, she felt hands about her throat. They pulled her scarf down before she could get away.

Aconite expected to smell the stench of death. Though the decaying process in draugar had been paused, halted by the magic that bound them to the tombs they served, they still had a tendency to have a stomach-churning odor. Instead, she was met with an intoxicatingly sweet smell. It was hard to describe. It seemed to change, to pulsate and mutate with every breath. It was the scent of mead. It was the fragrance of spring. It was the aroma of a lover's sweat.

It was the smell of desire.

Aconite shut her eyes and pulled her scarf back over her nose. She expected to feel more draugar upon her in the interim, but none came. One second felt like full minutes. Her body grew warm, her breath, heavy. She opened her eyes. What she saw stunned her.

🌸The chamber had turned bright. Instead of shambling corpses with papery lips and rotting teeth, she saw beautiful adventurers still in their prime. They were still the draugar. On some level, she knew that, but she wondered how she could have been so blind to their beauty. Their dusty, undead growls had become soft, lustful moans. A swarthy man with doe eyes and shimmering dark hair coaxed her scarf back down. She took a breath, filling her lungs with more of that sweet air. His hands ran down her frozen body to her hips, and he began tugging her leather trousers down. She resisted at first, until a pair of refreshing cool lips pressed themselves to her cheek. When she looked, she saw a beautiful blonde woman standing beside her.

She let them pull her trousers down to her knees, stopped only by her greaves.

They guided her to her hands and knees. She let them. She could feel herself growing shamefully damp between her legs. The blonde woman sank down and disappeared from view. Not a moment later, something leisurely tugged on her trousers.Then, Aconite felt a tongue stroke her clit.

"Ooh!~"

The draugar laughed. The swarthy man disappeared behind her as well. He set a hand on her hip as he teased her entrance with his cock. Already her breathing became labored, and each breath was sweet. A third draugr, one with snowy white hair, knelt in front of her. He held his cock to her lips, tracing her mouth with his tip. Shyly, she stuck out her tongue just enough to touch it.

The draugr hummed with approval.

"Are you ready?" one of them said. Or, maybe she just thought they said it.

"Y-Yes."

The blonde draugr wrapped her lips around Aconite's clit as the swarthy draugr pushed his cock into her quim. At the same time, the white-haired draugr pushed his cock into her mouth.

"Mm~"

It started off slow - save for the woman between Aconite's legs. The draugr behind her pumped her gently while the white-haired one let her tongue and lips do all the work. It was a soft, lovely thing, almost like a candy. She had never known that having a cock in her mouth could be so enjoyable. Paired with the one gently massaging her slit, it was something of a miracle that she wasn't laughing like a hyena. She wished she had just left that bloody scarf at home!

The two male draugar picked up speed. The one in front of her gently filled her mouth. The one behind her pushed his cock deeper inside of her, stroke by stroke, until their hips connected. She moaned. The white-haired draugr playfully thrusted in response. His tip brushed the back of her throat. She expected to gag, but she didn't. It was as if her ability to perceive discomfort had completely vanished. She tentatively took more of his cock, testing her tolerance, and welcomed it into her throat.

Then all bets were off.

The white-haired draugr grabbed the sides of her head and thrusted his cock down her throat. The one behind her set both hands on her hips and plunged his full length into her. At the same time, the blonde between her legs sucked her clit with the ferocity of a vortex.

Aconite nearly collapsed. She would have, were it not for the hands on her. It was frightening at first, but after that first pang of panic, she found herself moaning with delight again. It was as if an itch she couldn't reach was being scratched, as if an ache she had carried was finally beginning to leave her. The draugar thrusted with long, smooth, quick mostions. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. Their cocks filled her, stroking every inch of her cunt and plunging down her throat. Meanwhile, the woman between her legs sucked hungrily, sending wave after wave of pure bliss through Aconite's body. Her limbs quaked. She panted, the white-haired man's cock muffling her moans. The itch was satisfied. She climaxed, and then the draugar men did, too.

Their emissions weren't terribly warm. In fact, they were almost cool as they filled her pussy and throat. What filled her mouth was sweet like honey or nectar, nothing like actual semen. And when the white-haired draugr pulled away, she saw something golden gleam on his tip.

Aconite moved to get up. The experience left her more than satisfied. But before she could get far, two pairs of hands settled on her shoulders.

"Look at her," they seemed to say, and she followed their gaze to the blonde.

She had crawled away from Aconite and lay flat on her back, arms over her head, legs spread in anticipation.

Aconite looked at the draugar who held her arms. One was the white-haired man who had fed her his seed, and the other was a man with coppery red hair that tumbled down his back in waves. He walked behind her, out of sight. They both guided her down towards the blonde, her pretty pink vulva enticing Aconite to come closer. Suddenly, she was less eager to leave. Besides, it was only fair for her to return the favor. She started to lick dutifully, a bit of the sweet honey still caught in her teeth dripping from her lips.

Not a moment later, another cock entered her. The soft clap of his thighs against hers filled the chamber. It made her forget about the draugr beneath her, until a hand on the back of her head guided her to resume her goal. It was hard maintaining focus. Her tongue twitched, unable to hold still in the face of these new sensations. She traced the draugr's labia. They were like the petals of a flower. Her clit was a small, cute thing, a bright pink bump that fit between Aconite's lips like a candy. She sucked and licked it in much the same way she did the white-haired draugr's cock. The blonde moaned with delight. She sounded like a spring breeze.

"Uhn!" The copper-haired draugr slammed his hips against Aconite's and filled her with his seed. He pulled out, and not a moment later, another cock was inside of her.

Aconite moaned. This one was short but thick, filling her quite comfortably and hitting every spot it needed to. She wiggled her hips against it, trying to get the angle just right, as her tongue began to explore the blonde draugr's insides.

"G-Good!" the blonde draugr seemed to croak. "Ah! So good!"

Aconite was proud of herself. She ran her tongue in broad circles, feeling every wall she could reach. The blonde woman was just as sweet as her white-haired companion. She reached down and stroked her clit as Aconite continued to feast, and before long, she was arching her back and moaning with glee.

A pair of arms pulled Aconite upright. It was the draugr who was inside of her now, a rugged man with curly wolf-grey hair and beard. His thrusts were slow and steady, more like love-making than mating. It was only then that she realized how good he truly felt. He began to kiss her, and she kissed him back, their tongues dancing for a short time before a shape appeared over them.

When Aconite looked, she saw another draugr, this one a woman with curly red hair and an ample breast. She took another step forward, pressing her groin to Aconite's face before hiking up her skirt to reveal her own dripping quim. Aconite leaned forward and took her clit between her lips, licking and sucking it as best she could given the awkward angle.

The three remained like that for a time, Aconite working on the busty redhead until her tongue was sore while the grey-haired man pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. The redhead was the first to finish. She threw her head back and sighed with satisfaction, a thick, clear fluid falling from between her thighs and spattering on the floor. She stepped away. The grey-haired man started stroking Aconite's clit as his thrusts became faster. Aconite's chest heaved. She began to whine with pleasure. Then, just as she climaxed, and another shot of the nectar filled her.

The draugr pulled out. Aconite sat back. She could feel the semen beginning to flow from her. She looked around the chamber. The draugar who had already fucked her began getting familiar with one another again, some pairing off, others joining couples to form groups of three. For a moment, lucidity returned to her, and she wondered if this happened every time an adventurer wandered through this part of the tomb. Then, a force guided her to lay down. When she looked, she saw another draugr, this one another woman with long white hair that tumbled all the way down her back, kneeling over her. The draugr smiled warmly. She seemed to say, "My turn," before kneeling over Aconite's face.

Aconite didn't have time to be surprised. Her tongue went right to work exploring this draugr's cunt. The draugr cradled her head appreciatively, a long, ghost-like sigh passing through her lips.

A moment later, something pushed Aconite's feet up into the air. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything but the draugr on top of her, though it did seem as if the woman was holding something now. Then, Aconite felt a finger inside of her. She shivered. It traced her languidly, as if it was trying to study as much of her vagina as it could. It stopped after a moment. A few seconds passed. Then, it was back.

The white-haired draugr started to grind. Aconite wiggled her tongue wildly. She wanted to finish her off so she could see what was being done to her. The draugr shifted downward, and Aconite pinched the draugr's clit between her lips and sucked with the same ferocity as what the blonde had done to her. The finger traced her for a third time, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. After the fifth time, the white-haired draugr's body finally shook. Aconite stopped. The draugr stood, letting go of Aconite's ankles as she did so. When Aconite looked, she saw the blonde draugr again, kneeling beside her, one finger coated in the golden semen.

Aconite sat up. The five draugar she had slain were laid flat on their backs in an alcove not far from her feet. They had golden residue on their lips. They looked as if they were sleeping. The blonde pointed her golden finger towards them. Somehow, Aconite knew what she had to do.

She crawled to the first draugr in the line. His cock had just started to stiffen, looking like a wilted vegetable. She took his tip between her lips and sucked gently, but dutifully. She didn't think anything would happen. She had killed him, after all, and concluded that this act would only appease the ones still "alive." But then, to her surprise, the cock began to swell in her mouth. That's it, she thought, this pollination is the key to reviving them! She dragged her lips along his shaft, welcoming it deep into her throat, eager to fix her mistake. He started to moan. She bobbed her head faster, releasing his cock and gulping it back down with such speed she made herself dizzy. A pair of hands came to rest on the back of her head. His cock twitched. She sucked down as much of the cock as she could, but the hands pushed her back until the tip popped out of her throat. It twitched again. Then, a burst of sweet nectar filled her mouth. She gently sucked the tip, coaxing out more and more until there was nothing left to give.

She started to swallow when a voice said, "Not all of it!"

She looked over her shoulder. The blonde woman pointed to the remaining bodies.

Somehow Aconite understood that she had to deliver the sample to all of them.

She crawled over to the next draugr. A bit of the nectar still clung to her cheeks and teeth. She pressed her lips to his tip and brought it into her mouth slowly, careful not to lose any of what she had left. She bobbed her head along the shaft, feeling once again as it came to life between her lips, letting it press against her cheeks. Before she could finish, the blonde woman pulled her away.

"H-Hey, he isn't done yet!"

"They're waking up," the blonde said, "keep going."

So Aconite moved to the third draugr in line. She repeated the process on him and on the fourth, sucking until they were hard, circling her mouth with their tips to collect as much residual nectar as she could offer. By the fifth, she had nothing left. Still, she tried to get him hard. She licked his shaft from base to tip, coating every inch of his cock. She circled his tip with her tongue, feeling the way it curved and dimpled. She put it between her lips and sucked firmly, as if she was trying to reach into the realm beyond and suck him back to the material world. She tried to stroke, but in her daze, only pulled the cock out of her mouth by mistake. Just when she was about to give up, a finger stroked her entrance. She quivered. The blonde knelt beside her again, then reached over and applied a bit of the nectar from between Aconite's thighs to the draugr's tip. Finally, his cock began to rise.

But he would need more.

The blonde woman stepped away. Aconite awkwardly sat on the draugr's lap. With her leather trousers still down to her knees, she had to sit backwards, facing away from him. She felt his cock slide into her. She began to ride him slowly at first, leaning forward and then back, raising and then lowering herself, feeling the draugr's cock stroke her walls. She hummed with delight. Although it was awkward, it felt so good.

The sound of shifting armor filled the air. Aconite looked to the far end of the line. The first of the dispatched draugar stood as if nothing had happened. He strode out of the alcove and back into the hall to join the others. The second stood, then the third, and then the fourth, but there was something different about them. They were slower than the others, moving as if in pain. They hadn't fully healed just yet.

Then, they turned their sights on Aconite.

She paused, hips connected with the draugr's.

The three wounded draugar stumbled towards Aconite. They surrounded her, looking down expectantly, but with not a trace of malice in their eyes. She looked down from their faces to the erections between their thighs.

They still needed to be finished.

She reached out both hands, wrapping her fingers gently around the cocks on either side of her. The third draugr set his hand on the side of her head as she took his tip between. She was a bit intimidated at first. One of the draugar in her grasp began to thrust, while the other grabbed her wrist and helped her hand along. The one in front of her prodded her mouth with his cock, and the one beneath her, finally conscious again, grabbed her by the hips and began moving her up and down his length. She began stroking the two shafts in her hands. She licked the cock in her mouth as it passed over her tongue. And she clenched the muscles between her legs as the draugr's cock pulsed inside of her. This was what she had to do to make up for what she had done to them. Yes, she thought, let me repent. The draugar sighed with delight, and Aconite did as well. She felt their cocks twitch and throb with anticipation, heavy from desire, just waiting for the stimulation to reach its peak.