Ancestral Transgressions

Team Formerly Known As Bunch O'doods

Chapter III

Contains: M / M+, Dwarf x Ghost(s), Dubcon, Gangbang, Double/Triple Penetration, Semi-public sex

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The ancestral statues of my kind laid waste in the large hallway where we had made our camp. The air was a little bit easier to breathe here due to the size of the room, but I could still feel myself sniffling every now and then.

Most of our group was fast asleep except for Ilo, Vasil, and I. I was sharing my watch with the gnoll, but the half-orc had decided to join us after he had returned from his foray with the plump little gnome. They had disappeared for hours and we had been worried until both showed up like nothing had been wrong. I had seen them doing such things a lot lately, but I wasn't sure what to make of it.

In the caves, we had to battle with large spiders with dangerous poisonous fangs, which had made my collection of healing herbs shrink too much for my liking. According to the ancient map we had acquired there was an old necropolis near the hallway and I knew I might be able to regain some herbs from there. Now that the half-orc had joined us, I wouldn't have to leave the sleeping members of our group unprotected.

"Hey, since Vasil's wide awake and everything seems to be quite calm," I began to talk as the gentle flame of our campfire sooted the ceiling high above with its ash. Ilo and Vasil turned to me.

"I'd like to check something out, if it's no bother to you," I added while tending the flame.

"Check what and where?" The gnoll asked surprised.

"There is an old crypt just a couple of rooms away from us and I need more healing herbs. Since Vasil's here, I don't think we need a third one to keep watch."

"Are you sure it's safe to go alone?" Vasil asked, "It's pretty calm here, so I can go with you if you want to."

"I'm quite alright, I can sense if there are any evil spirits in there and I'll run right back if there's anything else. Dwarven crypts tend to be very safe because of the sigils we've always used to protect our dead. If I go there meaning no harm, then no harm will come to me," I explained to them. I actually was far more keen on going there alone than with someone else even if it had been dangerous to do so. It was a burial ground after all and entering it was almost like a religious experience for me, having the half-orc stomp around would desecrate the site.

"Okay, you usually know what you're doing, call us if you need help," Ilo said and waved his hand.

I let the two continue their idle chatter, collected my things, and began to make my way toward the slightly ajar bronze door that would lead me to the crypt.

The air around me got colder as I got further away from the fire and I could feel shivers go through my body from mustache to butt hair. Honestly, some of it might have been just excitement from visiting such a site, but I wanted to brush it off to be stemming from the cooling air.

Once, these hallways had been full of life. My kind lived here for centuries and thrived until something forced them to move away. There are no surviving records and the great calamity of the Silent Years had been wiped from our collective memories, partly due to the generational trauma and the hush forced upon us by the other races. My kind was never allowed to share or talk about our culture, making it wither to non-existence, which is why such dungeons as this one had stayed hidden for so long.

I used my magic to detect dangers every so often, but my path seemed secure. Only the hollow echoing of my footsteps and the gathering dust filled the empty hallways I traveled along. I finally found a large arched doorway and the steps leading down into the necropolis, I gently brushed my hand against the wall as I made my way down.

As soon as I got down I saw the hauntingly beautiful dead lights lit the large chamber below, revealing the hundreds of crypts carved into the walls of the necropolis. Giving the dead a never-fading flame was a way to honor them and let them know where their burial site was located so they would never haunt the living. The sight had made me speechless even though I hadn't uttered a word since I had left the campsite. These people had been dead far longer than I had been alive, yet I could still feel a connection to them.

They were me and I was them.

And I had been right.

Even though the crypt belonged to the dead, it was still full of life. Lichen, moss, and different small plants and mushrooms filled the cold stone floors decorated with intricate carvings made centuries ago. I gave a small prayer before stepping from the final step and entered the room unharmed. I could feel spirits, but none of them were malicious. I stood still for a while and took in the sight. I had to force myself to move as otherwise I felt like I could have stayed there for hours. Ilo and Vasil would no doubt get worried and rush in if I stayed there too long and I had a job to do.

I began to collect the plants and mushrooms muttering small prayers to the dead. My voice would have been the first one they had heard ever since this place had been abandoned and talking to them felt like my duty at that point.

I was deep in my thoughts when something touched me from behind and I almost let out a scream. I got up and spun around, but could not see anything. My magic told me there was a spirit nearby, but it wasn't an angry one.

"Uh, my apologies if I disturbed your eternal slumber, I'm here to pay my respects and collect some herbs. I'll leave as soon as I'm done," I whispered when I felt something pull my belt.

"Hey! I can leave right now if that's what you wish!"

Another pull.

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I quickly gathered my things and got ready to leave when I was stopped in my tracks. Something had grabbed me by the love handles and was grinding against my rear.

Oh, I thought.

Oh.

The dead might not have the same needs as the living, but they still used to be us.

"Hey, listen, I'm not-" My words got stuck to my throat as another set of invisible hands began to unbuckle my belt from the front as the other one still kept grinding on me.

"Please, I'm just going to leave, this isn't what I had in my mind when I came down here," I pleaded, but neither of them stopped. I began to struggle myself free when a third invisible force joined in and my pants and armor were pulled down.

Someone or something took my flaccid member underneath my belly fat into its hands and began to stroke it gently. Every time its unseen hand touched my thighs it made the hairs on them stand up from the static electricity. The sensation turned my refusals into soft moans and soon my cock was harder than the stone floor below my feet.

Something hard was placed between my cheeks and rubbed my crack with long strokes as someone else began to pinch my nipples covered by my cotton shirt. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel more of them nearby, gathering around us as I was forced to my knees. I had collected their plants and now they would collect their payment with or without my consent.

An imperceptible tip prodded against my lips as the invisible hand grabbed the back of my head and began to pull me closer to shove it in. The feeling of small electric pulses filled my mouth as the thick shaft entered it, tingling and bitter. I tried to pull away, but the ghost was determined to use my mouth as its release and began furiously thrusting in, pulling it almost out before ramming it back in. At the same time, the long invisible member grinding against my rear began slowly to nudge its way in, spreading my hole wide open, and filling my rear with the same tingling sensation I had in my mouth. The unseen rod was far larger than what I had ever tried before and as it worked its way deeper in, my muffled screams echoed in the crypt, joined by the disembodied moans of my attackers.

The cock abusing me from behind reached the end of my tunnel and let it rest there for a while. My whole body shuddered as it began to pull out, reaching the rim and sliding easily back in, not chained by any physical rule or norm. As it began to pick up its pace I laid prone on my knees, ass up in the air. The specter behind me grabbed my arms and pulled them back, raising my head slightly as the one in the front kept pounding into my mouth.

My fat belly and tits were bouncing in rhythm with the hammering I was receiving, making my cock leak pre-cum to the cold floor, still hard as ever. It didn't take long for the one abusing my mouth to finish, it pulled out with a loud popping sound and shot it's cold creamy seed on my face. The glowing ectoplasmic fluid exploded on my face out of nowhere and made its way to my nostrils, forcing me to cough. Before the first drop managed to reach the ground, it shot another load, making my beard glow in competition with the dead lights surrounding us.

"Please, let me go..." I wailed, before another invisible member entered my mouth, larger than the previous one. It hit the back of my throat and began to pump in and out its assertiveness filling me with its size and deep shame at the same time. Before I had seen this place as a holy one, now I wanted to be defiled in it. Pumps coming from behind became harder and faster until suddenly it slammed deep within and the same cold feeling filled my rear. Just as it pulled out another one took its place, not giving me any time to rest between the shift changes. The ghost let me grab the floor again with my hands and placed its hands on my hips, stretching my hole around its girth.

I gasped feverishly each time the cock between my lips pulled its whole length out, not sparing any thought to how I must have looked to an outsider. Invisible forces were gaping my holes and I jerked helplessly back and forth on my knees as my mind was drowning in the sea of lust. Their rhythmic pace made me come and just as I lost my strength, my mouth was filled with the same cold seed I had experienced earlier, followed soon by the same sensation filling my ass again. Without any care, they dropped me into the ground and I gasped against the stone, their glowing fluids gushing out of me.

Another set of unseen hands raised my ass back up again and plunged in. It put its hand on the back of my head and pushed it down so no other spirits could take their turn with my mouth. Even though my rim was looser now, the girth of its member forced me to spread my legs wide apart as the juices filling me trickled down my balls. Ghostly balls slapped against my thighs as I huffed in the face planted tightly into the ground. Without mercy, it took what it believed to be rightfully its, pommeling its member deep within before finally releasing its load inside.

The amount of glowing seed I had in me had made my belly protrude slightly and the tingling feeling was spreading through my whole body. The spirits turned me to my back and I was forced to take another pair of cocks. Both groaned as they soaked me with their fluids, my mind barely able to take in how many times my body had been violated by them when all of a sudden I could feel my legs being lifted even higher and something else pushing my whole body up.

Too vulnerable to resist, I could feel two tips enter my hole, lubricated by the glowing fluids constantly leaking out of me. A sharp thrill went through my body as they impaled me, quickly gaining speed as my entrance allowed them in. A third one joined them, using my mouth as its pleasuring hole. All three began to fuck in me in a way I had never been before, roaring with hollow voices as they impaled my whole body as my body rocked back and forth. Their cocks were throbbing vigorously as they got closer, their heat no doubt increased by the fluids already inside of me.

A hot curling feeling tightened my balls and I was forced to come again. I saw my load hit something, leaving the dripping seed hovering in the air. Invisible balls slammed to my face and the spirit buried its cock deep inside my throat, leaving me breathless as its seed exploded inside my throat. The other two hastened their speed before slamming in at the same time and finishing inside me.

Finally, a moment of clarity found me and I quickly got back on my knees, got my armor, and stumbled up towards the stairs. They had me for hours and others would come soon to search for me. I crawled on all my fours up the stairs and managed to somehow pull my pants back up, only to feel something sliding them back off and spreading my cheeks.

"Come on! Haven't you had yours already?!" I yelled exhausted, the spirit not giving me any answers before plunging its tip in, taking me right there in the stone stairwell. Desperately, I kept climbing up as it fucked my weary hole. The spirit groped and stroked my body as we moved together, not giving up on its need to be pleasured by something living and warm. As we reached the hallway above, it was still going, getting up did not seem to slow down its pace or make it awkward for it to slide in and out of my hole even if it did for me. I had to hobble slowly with my legs wide apart as it kept pistoning into me. My spells did not work on it and without physical form, I had no way to push it off from me. Back in the camp, we had silver weapons, but harming the spirit seemed a little too far and my body seemed to agree as my cock was hard again.

I tried to pull my pants back again and succeeded, only to realize the thin barrier meant a little to the spirit, they had stripped me from pure memory, and they were not limited by the physical barriers. I huffed partly from anger, partly from the heat building inside of me, and carried on, letting the spirit do what it wanted as I toddled towards the campsite, hoping it would leave before I reached it.

But the spirit was not going to come as easily as the others had. It was constantly pumping in me, moving beneath my clothes unseen. I thought about letting it take its time when I heard loud sounds of clashing swords and shouts coming from the chamber we had our camp in, which made me run towards them, towing the ever-ramming spirit with me, trusting it to stay quiet, no one could see it and the movements it made could stay hidden underneath my armor and clothes.

The wide chamber opened up and I saw what had happened. Everyone was awake and there was a large carcass of an undead boar-like creature in the middle of it. Everyone was alive but weary and some had wounds.

"Hey, Leeto! You missed the best part!" The half-orc shouted, waving his bloody hand. "We might have needed you after all!"

"My apologies, I got delayed... Are you alright?" I stuttered, trying to focus on what had happened.

"Just small wounds and bruises, we'll be good, glad to see you tho," Ilo panted between his breaths. Melesina, our leader, and the gnome were already looting the still-warm corpse of the creature as I began to heal those who needed it. The spirit was still plunging itself to me and when I crouched down it seemed to pick up its pace. An unwanted moan escaped from my mouth just as I was healing the gnoll.

"Wow, did you hurt yourself?" Ilo asked.

"No, It's just my knee, it's been hurting for a while now," I lied, gritting my teeth, trying to stop another moan. Evading it became harder and harder and I excused myself after getting a long lecture from Melesina about going alone on my trip, during which the spirit had decided to grab my cock and pleasure me. The awkward lesson had ended with curious looks from others as I made my way to my tent.

The spirit was still on it when I got on all fours again, cursing it yet finding my new companion thrilling. Its rhythmical movements matched with the stroking of my cock made me cum and my weary body dropped down on my sleeping bag while the spirit kept its pace, brushing against my cheeks coated by the glowing fluids.

"I might need those healing herbs myself," I panted as the spirit was still pummeling into me with powerful thrusts, hilting its whole length deep enough to make its tip protrude from the front, rapidly picking up more speed when it realized we were completely alone. With one final slam, the first load erupted with incredible force into my already-stuffed hole, forcing the growing bulge in my belly to stretch even more. My whole body trembled as it released a second and a third one, lastly plunging its member even deeper and giving me its final load. I bit the edge of my pillow to muffle my cries and the spirit was silent, keeping its member still inside as the last drops of seed joined the others. It caressed my nipples gently and I could feel it lay next to me, the energized sensation only wading a little bit as it was also worn down.

The spirit had attached itself to me and would stay with me as long as needed or it was exorcized, but I knew I didn't mind it. At least as long as it kept me satisfied and would stay out of sight as it fucked me.