Drakkwall
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The world is a dark and hollow place, filled with dreadful monsters, deceiving mortals and laughing gods and devils. Among this world of war, death, decay and filth there is a kingdom who thrive upon this dark anarchy. Necropolis, the kingdom of necromancers, whose undead armies rise to even larger size as they cast their wicked spells upon the rotting corpses of the honoured fallen. But it would be so that even this mighty empire of death and decay would face a danger of its own creations.
It began with the Bonesaw Academy, the highest standing academy of arcane and necromantic arts in the world. Students are often given works at old or fresh battlefields to work their magics on the festering corpses, to see if they have what it takes to become a true necromancer, or even a Bone Lord, a noble title which earns the same prestige of a royal family member. To these young students these corpses were just toys of amusements and tools for their future career as Necromancers.
One of these necromancers was a young beautiful woman named Caroline Skullcarver the daughter of a Bone Lord family who had been producing powerful necromancers for Necropolis for over three thousand years. A beautiful, naive and innocent girl who thought of necromancy more of a toy then anything else, she had always loved making the bone dolls dance to her will since she was a child. And being spoiled as a child, never told to not do that or don't do this, she didn't know the possible dangers of her arts, she was also not the best listener in class. She was the cheerleader captain of the school, raining her beautiful body's flexibility for her chanting cheers at the different sport events and she was the most popular and liked girl too, flocks with fellow girlfriends and boys seeking her hand.
But in her childish innocence she would bring a danger upon the world which maybe not even the Necromancers would be able to control. And while the danger began with the academy it was not done at the Academy. Being so bad with her theory work was Caroline forced to take extra credit to pass her classes, something she enjoyed as it let her play with the corpses more. This particular lesson took place at a relatively fresh battlefield between an army of human knights and elven archers within the thick black trees of the Blackwood Forest.
While the other students just picked a random corpse to begin the reanimation would Caroline look for something better. She looked through the corpse littered forest until she reached the elven camp, within one of the tents she spotted something that caught her eye. two well preserved corpses, one elven, almost like it was still alive if not for the slit throat, naked on on her back in the bed, thighs spread with a naked human corpse on top of her, its penis buried within the snatch, three arrows sticking out of its back. She had seen lots of corpses but never one with a still intact penis, it intrigued her as she had never seen a penis outside of books and she hadn't seen such a sexual position before.
Sex in the Necropolis kingdom was simply a way to breed, nothing to enjoy. But by the way that elven woman's dead face shone with delight and bliss it made the young necromancer's heart beat a bit faster. The human corpse wasn't as well preserved as the elf but most of the decay laid in his face, which had lost all its skin, nose and ears, but everything else was looking rather well preserved, especially his groin region, possibly the connection of their genitals.
She had found her corpse and she wanted to work on ti right away. Summoning her magic she began to chant and pray within the boundaries of the basic reanimation spell. But if she had read her textbooks and listened in lessons she would have realized that to create an undead minion from a relatively fresh corpse, and one that had gone out while in a positive emotional state, she would have to add an extra spell to the mixture to ensure it doesn't retain its soul for souls linger with desires to enjoy what they left behind and will take any chances to claim a way back to the world.
And that's when I awake, my name was Harold of Pritzera, I was a messenger between the wood elves of Lafenriver. I had an affair with the elven general Ashira, whose husband found out and had me and her assassinated as we had sex. Which ended with my people coming to avenge my assassination and one week later all that lies is corpses, with neither of our people winners. And now, eight days since I died, I wake up within my own slightly rotten carcass with a beautiful dark robe dressed woman hunched down in front of me, her massive breasts barely held by her dress. "Oh goodie you're my best bone doll yet." She said with a bright smile, I then understood what had happened, this woman was a necromancer, a student most likely and she had made me into her own zombie servant!
I stagger off the corpse of Ashira, she still looks as beautiful as she was alive, I can only hope she isn't lingering on like I was, she deserved better. My naked body seems to draw the attention of the young woman Necromancer as she eyes me with big curious eyes, she wasn't looking at me with lust but with innocent curious eyes, although her blushing cheeks told me she was a bit embarrassed by my nakedness. Perhaps the rumours about the necromancers being loveless necrophiliacs are true?
"Oooh your body is so well preserved! Though I can't have you running around naked, I better make you some equipment, can't have my new doll walk around naked." I was starting to get more and more annoyed by this arrogant lady, she was behaving like I was nothing but a toy. While I might be dead so do I not consider myself a simple rag doll for a necromancer's will, how this is I do not know but I am not going to follow her around like a dog.
My guts, or what's left of them, suddenly starts to tingle in a weird way, I can feel a strange but hunger slither through my cold body until it reaches my groin. As this sensation fills me I can see the sexy young necromancer student bending over to look through a magical bag she had worn over her shoulder which now laid on the floor of my former ambassador tent. The tingling sensation turned into a jolt of desire and I could feel my cold phallus rise up, cold necroplasm filling it where blood once should have flown and it stood at its erect state of sixteen inches, and even wider then when I was alive.
The desire is too much an I move forward, my hands reaching with perverted intent and then the last of my restraint is broken and I leap at her with a gutless groan like moan. She notices my pounce at the last second, though my hand manage to grasp the hem of her robe and rip the bottom off, leaving her panties bare, she screams at me, trying to command me while backing out of the tent but I cannot comprehend her command and I rush forward, she jumps back, my hand grasping the neck of her robe. I pull her towards me but she rips off her top and starts to run, only dressed in high heels, panties and a witch's hat. I give chase, my body empowered by necromantic magic and plasma making me faster then I appear. She runs into the trees hoping to rid of me but I leap through them liek a wolf on the prowl and I then captures her, pressing her up against an old oak tree, my open gaping jaws groaning while my now dark purple tongue slides out and licks her creamy skin, my rock hard phallus pressing against her toned tummy. I had her and now the undead servant would dominate is creator.
OOC: To put the plot short, undead creature rapes necromancer student, his seed still fertile mind you, who submits to his commands and takes him back to the academy where they work together for the undead creature to dominate every woman on the staff and the student body meeting his fancy. The minion has a plan to restore himself to a living body but he needs a safety house and people who can restore him, thus he needs to control the academy and then spread his dominion. The women would spread his command to the men of the school and in turn turn all the undeads to his command as well. And when he recovers a mortal body he shall claim the land of Necropolis and offer an allegiance with the elves and the humans to end the war between them, while keeping his harem of pregnant necromancers and the school for himself.
It began with the Bonesaw Academy, the highest standing academy of arcane and necromantic arts in the world. Students are often given works at old or fresh battlefields to work their magics on the festering corpses, to see if they have what it takes to become a true necromancer, or even a Bone Lord, a noble title which earns the same prestige of a royal family member. To these young students these corpses were just toys of amusements and tools for their future career as Necromancers.
One of these necromancers was a young beautiful woman named Caroline Skullcarver the daughter of a Bone Lord family who had been producing powerful necromancers for Necropolis for over three thousand years. A beautiful, naive and innocent girl who thought of necromancy more of a toy then anything else, she had always loved making the bone dolls dance to her will since she was a child. And being spoiled as a child, never told to not do that or don't do this, she didn't know the possible dangers of her arts, she was also not the best listener in class. She was the cheerleader captain of the school, raining her beautiful body's flexibility for her chanting cheers at the different sport events and she was the most popular and liked girl too, flocks with fellow girlfriends and boys seeking her hand.
But in her childish innocence she would bring a danger upon the world which maybe not even the Necromancers would be able to control. And while the danger began with the academy it was not done at the Academy. Being so bad with her theory work was Caroline forced to take extra credit to pass her classes, something she enjoyed as it let her play with the corpses more. This particular lesson took place at a relatively fresh battlefield between an army of human knights and elven archers within the thick black trees of the Blackwood Forest.
While the other students just picked a random corpse to begin the reanimation would Caroline look for something better. She looked through the corpse littered forest until she reached the elven camp, within one of the tents she spotted something that caught her eye. two well preserved corpses, one elven, almost like it was still alive if not for the slit throat, naked on on her back in the bed, thighs spread with a naked human corpse on top of her, its penis buried within the snatch, three arrows sticking out of its back. She had seen lots of corpses but never one with a still intact penis, it intrigued her as she had never seen a penis outside of books and she hadn't seen such a sexual position before.
Sex in the Necropolis kingdom was simply a way to breed, nothing to enjoy. But by the way that elven woman's dead face shone with delight and bliss it made the young necromancer's heart beat a bit faster. The human corpse wasn't as well preserved as the elf but most of the decay laid in his face, which had lost all its skin, nose and ears, but everything else was looking rather well preserved, especially his groin region, possibly the connection of their genitals.
She had found her corpse and she wanted to work on ti right away. Summoning her magic she began to chant and pray within the boundaries of the basic reanimation spell. But if she had read her textbooks and listened in lessons she would have realized that to create an undead minion from a relatively fresh corpse, and one that had gone out while in a positive emotional state, she would have to add an extra spell to the mixture to ensure it doesn't retain its soul for souls linger with desires to enjoy what they left behind and will take any chances to claim a way back to the world.
And that's when I awake, my name was Harold of Pritzera, I was a messenger between the wood elves of Lafenriver. I had an affair with the elven general Ashira, whose husband found out and had me and her assassinated as we had sex. Which ended with my people coming to avenge my assassination and one week later all that lies is corpses, with neither of our people winners. And now, eight days since I died, I wake up within my own slightly rotten carcass with a beautiful dark robe dressed woman hunched down in front of me, her massive breasts barely held by her dress. "Oh goodie you're my best bone doll yet." She said with a bright smile, I then understood what had happened, this woman was a necromancer, a student most likely and she had made me into her own zombie servant!
I stagger off the corpse of Ashira, she still looks as beautiful as she was alive, I can only hope she isn't lingering on like I was, she deserved better. My naked body seems to draw the attention of the young woman Necromancer as she eyes me with big curious eyes, she wasn't looking at me with lust but with innocent curious eyes, although her blushing cheeks told me she was a bit embarrassed by my nakedness. Perhaps the rumours about the necromancers being loveless necrophiliacs are true?
"Oooh your body is so well preserved! Though I can't have you running around naked, I better make you some equipment, can't have my new doll walk around naked." I was starting to get more and more annoyed by this arrogant lady, she was behaving like I was nothing but a toy. While I might be dead so do I not consider myself a simple rag doll for a necromancer's will, how this is I do not know but I am not going to follow her around like a dog.
My guts, or what's left of them, suddenly starts to tingle in a weird way, I can feel a strange but hunger slither through my cold body until it reaches my groin. As this sensation fills me I can see the sexy young necromancer student bending over to look through a magical bag she had worn over her shoulder which now laid on the floor of my former ambassador tent. The tingling sensation turned into a jolt of desire and I could feel my cold phallus rise up, cold necroplasm filling it where blood once should have flown and it stood at its erect state of sixteen inches, and even wider then when I was alive.
The desire is too much an I move forward, my hands reaching with perverted intent and then the last of my restraint is broken and I leap at her with a gutless groan like moan. She notices my pounce at the last second, though my hand manage to grasp the hem of her robe and rip the bottom off, leaving her panties bare, she screams at me, trying to command me while backing out of the tent but I cannot comprehend her command and I rush forward, she jumps back, my hand grasping the neck of her robe. I pull her towards me but she rips off her top and starts to run, only dressed in high heels, panties and a witch's hat. I give chase, my body empowered by necromantic magic and plasma making me faster then I appear. She runs into the trees hoping to rid of me but I leap through them liek a wolf on the prowl and I then captures her, pressing her up against an old oak tree, my open gaping jaws groaning while my now dark purple tongue slides out and licks her creamy skin, my rock hard phallus pressing against her toned tummy. I had her and now the undead servant would dominate is creator.
OOC: To put the plot short, undead creature rapes necromancer student, his seed still fertile mind you, who submits to his commands and takes him back to the academy where they work together for the undead creature to dominate every woman on the staff and the student body meeting his fancy. The minion has a plan to restore himself to a living body but he needs a safety house and people who can restore him, thus he needs to control the academy and then spread his dominion. The women would spread his command to the men of the school and in turn turn all the undeads to his command as well. And when he recovers a mortal body he shall claim the land of Necropolis and offer an allegiance with the elves and the humans to end the war between them, while keeping his harem of pregnant necromancers and the school for himself.
