0 comments/ 13280 views/ 5 favorites Unliving Lust Ch. 01 By: GigglingGoblin "I'm telling you, there is no such thing as a horny undead. Period." Larya turned to her companion, a scruffy man wearing patchy leather armor, and glared. "You've just got no imaginative spirit!" "And this world's got no sexed spirit. Spirits." The man rolled his eyes. He sat back against a gnarled old oak tree and began sharpening the blade of his notched silver scythe. Larya, a dark-haired young woman with bright green eyes to match her plain green skirt—eyes typical only for fey and some especially attuned druids—turned away, swishing her brown cape as she beheld the ancient oak copse they were resting in. "I just don't get you, Snatch." "Good." She gave a wide smile, eyes closing. "The entire natural world is so alluring! It's a place of unspeakable majesty and...and...exquisiteness..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath. Don't talk so much about the natural world, she chided herself. Snatch already thinks you're too...excited about nature. Don't need a repeat of my Druidess Ascension Ceremony! She opened her eyes, turning back with an innocent grin. Snatch was scowling at his whetstone. "And naturally, you see the natural world's prettiness and think undead want to fuck it?" Larya took another deep breath, trying to keep control, then widened her grin. "The abominations want to be like us just as they want to corrupt us. They envy our life and want us to be no better than they. How better than to take us in the most sacred act?" He stared at her blankly. "You want to get raped by a rotting corpse?" "What? Ew!" Larya recoiled. "No! It's just a theory." "Good." Snatch went back to sharpening his scythe. They were silent for a moment. "Besides," Larya muttered, pouting, "if I did want to get ravished by a ghost or something, of course I wouldn't want it to be rotting. Maybe a vampire." "And then it'd kill you." "Well..." Larya gave a sheepish shrug. "Fantasies never really go past the pleasure moment. The way I always imagine it, they fuck me so much first I don't even care anymore. Then they make me like them so I can continue the..." She realized Snatch was staring at her. "...uh, cycle." "...right." Snatch got to his feet, strapping the scythe to his back. "This is officially the last time I take a job with you." "Aw!" She giggled. "You don't mean that!" "I do. I'm fucking sick of your creepy-as-dragonshit attitude." "That's what you said last week after we fought that kelpie." "'We'?" Snatch shot a glare at Larya. "You spent the whole fight getting fucked! You spent every fight getting fucked!" Larya stuck out her lower lip. "I didn't when we fought the ogre. Or when we fought the zombies. Or with that golem. Just, y'know..." She blushed, remembering, "...when our enemies make me hot." "There was that night we got ambushed by bandits and you wouldn't take out the toy before charging in." "That one wasn't my fault." Larya scratched her head. "I mean, none of those are! I was being mind-controlled every time! The bandits had that, uh..." She bit her lip. "...the...the, uh...sorceress..." She tried to keep focus, but failed this time. She could tell her eyes were glazing over. She licked her lips, remembering how smooth the sorceress's breasts had looked— Snap. Snap. Snap. Larya started. Snatch was snapping his fingers in front of her face, eyes narrowed. "Exactly what I'm talking about. You've got no willpower. Pain in the ass to manage." Returning to reality, Larya crossed her arms. "You want to talk pain in the ass? How about that demon summoner we went up against yesterday? You know, the guy with all those succubi you made me fight alone? The ones with the tails that they kept—" "Fine." Snatch threw up his arms in defeat. "You drop it now and we'll let it slide." "Fine." "Good." Snatch sat back down. "Anyways, the undead attacking the town up ahead are supposed to be ghouls, not vampires or ghosts. Unless you meet a friendly traveling whore on the way over there, neither of us are getting fucked tonight." "Ohhh..." Vala writhed. "Oh, yessssss..." She hung upside down, arms and legs secured—and spread wide—by tightly-knotted ropes. A few minutes ago, this situation had bothered her, but now she couldn't remember why. She moaned louder as the mouth teasing her right nipple moved to the left. A brass clasp lay nearby. It depicted a raging bonfire. The one to wear this would be identified as a Spirit Ranger—an enemy of undead, daemons, and other rogue souls. Now it lay abandoned, along with the cloak it was attached to, a yellow tunic, and a pair of brown trousers. She stared at the clasp, shuddering, then looked over to the nearby door. The doorknob was dented, but intact. She had previously tried to smash it, though she no longer knew why. To leave? Why would she do that? Having exhausted all other possibilities Vala's limited mobility afforded, she returned her gaze to the bouncing breasts in front of her. They belonged to the gorgeous woman now licking Vala's breasts. She looked down (or up), seeing the solid, glowing red eyes, seeing the sharp teeth and red lips working hungrily against yielding flesh, hearing the growl of hunger from within the scarlet-haired beauty... It was too much. She shut her eyes, giving a scream of ecstasy as she exploded. She spasmed, longing to thrash and buck, but the bindings were too secure. It felt like her loins were on fire, and the only thing that could make them burn hotter—and she needed them to burn hotter, oh, so badly—was a sucking mouth on her dripping pussy lips. The three women stood around their struggling upside-down captive. One had pale blonde hair and dark crimson lips. The second had pitch-black hair and pure white lips. The third—the one pleasuring the Spirit Ranger—had flaming red hair and bright red lips. All their eyes were solid red orbs. They were not human. The blonde smiled, taking Vala's right hand and gently untying it. She held it firm nonetheless, her other arm slipping up to the woman's crotch and gently stroking. She let out a hiss. The black-haired woman took Vala's other arm, giving another hiss, and used her free hand to grasp Vala in a passionate kiss reeking of carrion. Not that the now sex-crazed ranger would be able to smell it. Once their taint had suffused Vala completely, the woman would be completely numb in all but one area. The blonde laughed again as Vala began to rise to another orgasm. This town had proven fruitful indeed. Now that the one threat had been neutralized... The ghouls hissed triumphantly. Their sharklike teeth sank into Vala's trembling flesh, yielding only another scream of joy. It was time to begin the feast. Shadow lay amid the buildings of Carriope like a parasite that could not be expunged. It clung beneath the eaves, crawled in the gutters, slithered over the dirt road that Snatch and Larya now walked. "Right." Snatch gripped his scythe tightly. "So we find the ghouls, kill them, and get the money. No sidetracks this time. I ain't leaving with innocent blood on our hands." "I know that." Larya grimaced, getting out her scimitar. "I'm weak-willed, not stupid. " "We can't afford any slip-ups." Snatch spat to the side. "These ghouls are set to kill everyone here if we don't track them down. We'll have another Redhallow on our hands." "I won't slip up. Promise!" Larya held up her hands and gave an innocent grin. "Good." Snatch looked around the town. The place seemed deserted, and in the dark of the moonless night, it was hard to see the route they'd entered by. Almost every house's windows were boarded up. "Looks like we're running a bit late. We'd better split up." "What?" She stared at Snatch. "Are you crazy?" "It's a big town. You see trouble..." Snatch reached into his pocket and pulled out a little ivory whistle. "Blow that. I'll hear." She took the whistle and put the cord over her head, rolling her eyes. "It's still a crazy idea. Splitting up near undead? When has that ever ended well?" Snatch was already walking away to a nearby building. Larya scowled and turned away. "Psst!" She spun. To her left, hiding behind a barrel, was a woman about Larya's age. The woman had pale hair—almost pure white—and luscious, dark red lips. Her eyes were cast in shadow. Larya stared. The woman beckoned frantically. Larya turned back. Snatch was examining a door, grumbling something. Scratching her head, she turned back and approached the strange lady. "What is it?" she whispered. Unconsciously, she was thrusting out her chest a little. The other woman was very attractive, with large, perky breasts and a form-fitting black dress. The woman beckoned again, then turned and ran. Larya hesitated. She ran after. Snatch finished picking the lock and opened the door. Inside it was dark—the windows were boarded from the inside as well as the outside. The minimal light from the starry sky above poured into the room, revealing a small living room. According to Snatch's map, this was the mayor's house. He took out a torch and, holding it under his arm, got out a flint and steel. It took him a minute or so to get the torch lit. The change was drastic. Now he could see writing on the walls. Writing in blood. He approached and gave it a sniff. No, it was just red ink. Still, the words were ominous. If you are reading this I know you are who I sent for. You may be too late. Ghouls have taken me. The taint is within me but I won't stay to corropt my child. It is inside me now, I didn't know. Poor Vala tried to fite, but too many. She killed most of us—but we were tainted already. She did what had to do an I will burn rathr than hurt her goodluck Snatch gritted his teeth. They were too late. Way too late. From the stairs he smelled something familiar: burning flesh. The mayor had at least managed to save others from his plague. He made his way up the stairs. The charred remains of Mayor Belro—known to most as a kindly but submissive old man—lay at the foot of the bed. The entire room was drenched in water, as if Belro had wished to prevent the fire from spreading even as he prepared to die. Snatch frowned. That was strange. He closed his eyes, thinking. Why would the mayor want to keep his house intact? Was it just simple vanity? Did he want to preserve the message? He had risked being too late to immolate himself—not to mention being caught by the ghouls—to get water from the town's well for this. Why? Out of nowhere, Snatch heard a little cough. Just a little one. Barely more than a sigh. But it was there. He spun, brandishing his scythe. There was nobody in the bedroom. Just a bed, a desk, and...a closet door. Snatch prided himself on his instincts as well as his perceptiveness. Eyes narrowing to slits, he slowly approached the door. He grasped the doorknob silently and swung the door open. He was silent for a long time as he beheld what lay within. "Huh." Snatch slowly lowered the scythe. "Well, ain't that something?" Unliving Lust Ch. 02 Larya chased after the gorgeous woman, not daring to call out after her lest she alert the ghouls. Only the woman's pale hair allowed Larya to pursue, as her black dress blended in well with the moonless night and even Larya's keen night vision was struggling. The young druidess and her moody thief friend, Snatch, had come to Carriope to deal with a ghoul infestation. Now that they'd arrived, though, it appeared they were too late. Most of the houses' boarded windows had been smashed through somewhere, and the scent of carrion grew stronger the further into town Larya ran. Larya's target was heading towards one of the few houses still intact. In fact, it didn't even appear to have boarded-up windows. Odd. Larya hurried after. The woman opened the door and ran inside. Larya looked around, then followed. She nearly passed out on the spot. The reek of carrion in this small room was mind-blowing. She looked around, seeing specks of blood on the walls and floor, and knew she was in trouble. But the three women before her did not look like ghouls. They looked...enticing. Really enticing. Not rotten at all. There was the blonde, her red lips curved upwards in an inviting smile. There was a brunette, her black hair offset by white lips. And there was a redhead, hair matched by radiant scarlet lips. Their eyes shone a bright, pure red, without whites or pupils. The eyes put Larya off for a moment, but then she registered their bodies. Oh, their bodies. Pert, round breasts, shapely thighs, slim, almost emaciated figures—but not quite so much as to be unattractive—and the palest skin she'd ever seen. All dressed in sensuously form-fitting outfits. Realizing she was drooling, Larya licked her lips. "Uh...h-hi." They all smiled at her. Their smiles were filled with seductive promises. Unwanted thoughts—no, very wanted thoughts indeed—arose in Larya's mind, and she felt her legs go weak for just an instant. One instant too long. The crimson-haired beauty shot forward to catch Larya, cradling her in her arms. "No..." Larya mumbled. The woman gently led her back to the others. Despite her small objection, Larya was obediently walking along. Something about the red-eyed creature's grip felt so reassuring that she couldn't quite think of why she might want to resist. Larya was a submissive. She'd known this about herself for years, ever since an unfortunate incident with a rather unsavory wizard. It tended to surface at the worst of times. Something about her extreme connection with nature had left her very powerless against the allure of powerlessness. She let that thought comfort her as the red-haired lady led her along. It wasn't her fault. Besides, whatever these women were, they weren't ghouls. Ghouls would be rotting. It was fine. She had everything under control. Except she wasn't so sure she did. And that just made her hotter. She squirmed out of the woman's grip, standing alone before the three. "Uh...hi." The three women just smiled at her. The platinum-haired woman reached down, hand pressing against the crotch of her own gray dress and rubbing intensely. "Are..." Larya bit her lip, eyes drawn to the hand. "Are you citizens of this village?" What a silly question, she thought. Of course they are. Assuming they aren't gh—gh... "Guh," she managed. Hands were creeping up her short skirt. Tickling her. "Ooh! Ooh, heehee, that's—that's not—stop it!" She leaped away, eyes widening. "Boundaries!" They smiled at her, and she found she couldn't quite recall the reason she was so upset. Ghouls rotted. These beautiful women were not rotten. They weren't ghouls. They were safe. She wanted them to be safe. Because she... "Are you gonna fuck me?" she whispered. They smiled wider. The brunette advanced, drawing out some rope. "Um..." She took a step back. "I'm not into bondage," she lied. "Really. I'd like to keep my arms and legs perfectly able to run and...and..." Her legs were getting weak again. She hadn't masturbated since...forever. And she hadn't been fucked since the recent battle with the demon-summoner. Surely she could afford a small delay? "Okay," she mumbled, as the brunette began binding her legs. Ten minutes later, she was completely trussed up. They had sat her on the floor to make the tying easier, but now the redhead was lifting her up. "Mm...no..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears, not that she meant them. Her eyelids fluttered. She was getting so hot right now. Her vagina was soaking her green skirt—at this moment, she was having trouble remembering why she'd even worn one. As if sensing her concern, the redhead set her down on the bed and began tying the ropes binding her to the bedposts so her arms and legs were spread wide. Uncomfortably wide. Wide enough that the skirt was no longer serving much purpose save decoration. They began to undress her as if she was an invalid. And right now, she didn't have much trouble with being seen that way. She was an invalid. Snatch had been right not to want her around, because she just...couldn't...resist... She gave a dazed smile at the brunette as the white-lipped beauty began to pull her skirt down. She was in trouble. Snatch stared at what he'd found in the mayor's closet. A dark-skinned girl who looked no more than five stared back. He cocked his head. "Huh. How about that." "Please don't hurt me!" The child flinched away, trying to hide behind the hanging coats. Judging by the crack in her voice, she'd been crying recently. Small wonder, with her father being dead an' all, Snatch thought. "Hold up." He held up his hands, inwardly cursing the fates that had brought him here. Crazy or no, Larya was much better with children than he was. They were the one thing that could make her act at least sort of normal. "I ain't a ghoul, kid. See? No rotting." The child peeked around the coats. "The ghouls...th-they don't rot. At least, not on the outside." "Eh?" "Ranger Vala said they rot on the inside. S-something dark crawls into them and m-makes them walk 'spite being dead." The child crept around the coats and approached Snatch, sniffing. "They still smell, though. You smell bad, b-but not like death." Snatch scowled. "Right. Well, listen, we've gotta get out of here. You know if anybody else is alive?" He made a mental note to kick the charred corpse of the mayor under the bed before the girl saw it. "I..." The child sniffled. "No. I d-don't think so. Vala killed everyone." "'Cause they was infected, yeah?" "Yeah. Yes." "Any ghouls left?" "I...she went in after the last three. Didn't come back out. Told Pappy to take me somewhere safe an' then..." She wiped a tear away. "...finish himself." Burning men weren't quiet, Snatch knew. This child had heard her father die. Biting his lip, he offered a hand to the girl. She flinched. "Name's Snatch, li'l one." She hesitated, then took the hand and gave a weak squeeze. "Rei." "Now, kid, I need you to answer very carefully." Snatch awkwardly squatted down to look eye-to-eye with Rei. "I've got a friend outside, an' she can help us. If there're only thr—four ghouls left, the two of us can finish this now. Otherwise we might have another Redhallow on our hands." Rei's eyes widened. "Redhallow?" she whispered. "Aye. So, first, you say the ghouls ain't rotting. What do they do?" "Ooh...hmm...yes..." Larya gave a weak giggle. She was in hell. She never wanted to leave. She'd been bound so tight she couldn't even squirm as the brunette lazily traced a finger back and forth over her dripping clit. The redhead was sucking at Larya's left nipple with fierce hunger, even nipping it now and then in her lust. And the blonde was was alternating between kissing her neck and licking it rapidly. The brunette smiled down at her. She knew Larya was absolutely helpless. The three women could do whatever they wanted to her now and Larya would be able to nothing but scream. And she wouldn't want to do anything else. Except maybe stick her tongue in that smug brunette's pussy and give her a taste of what Larya could do. But she couldn't. All she could do was lie there and be slowly tortured to ecstasy. She began to feel a faint tingling sensation on her breast and neck, as if she was going numb. She didn't feel numb, though. Oh, no. As the tingling increased, so did the pleasure. And as the pleasure increased, the concern over the sensation melted away. She gave a loud moan as the brunette stroked her cold, pale finger across her clit again. And then—to her delight—the finger popped inside. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the finger snaked around, lightly stroking the inside of her burning pussy. "Oh! Ooh!" She was conscious of hissing laughter as the other two doubled their efforts, sucking at her breast and neck desperately. "Ooh!" She felt a nip. "Ooh! Ow!" Another. "Hee! That—that hurts!" Something wet dripped onto her forehead. Her eyes shot open. She looked straight up at the ceiling, gasping as the brunette slipped a second finger in. The ceiling was painted red. And dripping. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, no." **** Goblin's Note: Curious—do you guys want more of Unliving Lust? Or would you rather I go back to Evergreen? Or, heck, something completely different? Unliving Lust Ch. 03 Snatch ran. The thief had always seen himself as a level-headed sort—a coward, but a reasonable coward. He didn't risk his life unless he had a damn good reason. Currently, he had two. And the reasons were pulling in opposite directions. One of them he carried in both arms now: A five-year old dark-skinned girl named Rei. This child had been well-protected by her late father, but she'd seen enough to give Snatch a good idea of what they faced. He and his druidess partner, Larya, had come to the quiet town of Carriope seeking to kill a cannibalistic undead monster before it managed to spread its taint. They had been too late. And if Rei was to be believed, this was no ordinary undead. A new type of ghoul. A type of ghoul that rotted on the inside and spread its taint by seducing and fucking its targets. This means had protected the children of the town of Carriope for a short time while the ghouls grew in numbers feasting upon the adults. But these were still ghouls, and they still had needs. They had revealed their presence too quickly, and the local ranger—a brave Spirit Ranger named Vala—had killed dozens of the creatures. Along with quite a few infected townsfolk. Unfortunately, the last three had caught her. And now the only survivor was the mayor's traumatized little daughter. "Where are we going?" Rei asked. "A safehaven," he muttered. "Sort of." He really, really didn't want to do this. But drastic times called for drastic measures. At last, they arrived at the town's edge, marked by a crumbling stone bridge over a shallow brook. Perfect. Snatch set Rei down and started rummaging through his many pockets. Rei looked at him, then back at the town behind them. With the current weather, it was a dark, dour place, filled to the brim with pooling murk and menacing shadows. "What are you doing?" Ignoring her, he drew out a single green oak leaf and raised it over the running water. "Uh..." he wracked his brain. "What's that stupid...right." He swallowed, feeling like he'd just taken a bite out of a dead skunk. "The river is rising," he intoned, gritting his teeth, "and I'm getting so wet. Send a companion to settle the debt." At first, nothing happened. Snatch crossed his arms, glaring at nobody in particular. After a moment's thought, he reached over and covered Rei's eyes. "Hey!" she complained. "Trust me," he muttered. "You don't wanna see this." "Oh, please!" From below the bridge came a musical giggle. "We're all just girls here." A pair of nude women swam out, coming to rest on the brook's bank. Their long, dark hair was tangled with seaweed (and one confused-looking hermit crab), and their breasts were covered with numerous starfish that seemed to be pulsating. Or sucking. Below their waists, instead of legs, long, sinewy fish tails wriggled and writhed. One of the mermaids had orange starfish on her breasts. The other had blue ones. Otherwise, the two nubile beauties were completely identical. The one with blue starfish giggled again. "'You're getting wet', huh?" "Can it, merwench." Snatch glared. "I just want my favor. And I didn't ask for two of you." The other mermaid pouted. "I thought this was gonna be Larya. Does our darling druidess know you're using up her one favor from the merfolk?" Snatch rolled his eyes. "You can always make her more. We all know you will. You're real suckers for that girl." "Ooh..." The mermaid's hand went to her left breast as the starfish seemed to speed up its ministrations. "Don't encourage the fish. Not in front of the little darling." She beamed at Rei, who was hiding partially behind Snatch. Snatch scowled. He really hated fey, but they were generally fairly harmless. And they certainly would never harm children. "I need you to look after Rei." "Hmph. Babysitting?" Blue Starfish Mermaid stifled a yawn. "Why can't you do it? Aside from you hating children and taking them to bars and stuff?" "Larya's in trouble. Real trouble." Immediately, the mermaid both went pale. "Our doting druidess?" one of them whispered. From back in town, there came a loud scream. Snatch was pretty sure it wasn't of terror. He drew his scythe. "I have to go. Rei, stay with the merwen—mermaids." The thief turned and started running. He'd wasted enough time already. He knew Larya had been ravished by almost every sex-related creature imaginable. Her submissive nature made her easy prey for fey, succubi, incubi, and one very spoiled magic-using princess. But Snatch also knew in his gut that this was a new kind of evil. And as much as he couldn't stand the troublesome druidess, she was sort of his friend. And she was running out of time. ~~~~ Larya moaned. "Nnnoo...please..." These were definitely not normal women. Even in her post-orgasmic haze, she was quite certain of that now. She was tied spreadeagled to the bed. A beautiful pale woman with platinum-blond hair and glowing, solid red eyes stared down at her. She got up and straddled Larya, rubbing her sex against Larya's midriff as she laughed with triumphant glee. The springs of the old mattress creaked and snapped from the ferocity of the blonde's efforts. The dark-haired woman—otherwise identical to the blonde—had both hands kneading and stroking Larya's breasts, as her hot mouth traced kisses over Larya's neck. And below, Larya felt the red-haired woman licking around her cunt. She moaned as a long, wet tongue flicked over her pussy lips repeatedly. There was to be no mercy. She couldn't even close her legs, thanks to the rope. "Please..." she whimpered. She didn't know what she was begging for anymore. It all felt...oh...so nice...but she knew it was wrong. Very, very wrong. These ghouls had killed people. Larya was a bit of a bimbo sometimes. She knew that. But she was a good person, and this...this...this. "Oh...oh...oh...OH!" She wriggled helplessly as the redhead's tongue flicked in and out of her pussy, tickling her clit. "Yes! Yes, please fuck me, fuck me fuck me oh gods yessss..." She was drooling, she knew. She didn't care. She had never felt such pleasure. She was so utterly helpless, and that turned her on so much. She saw her druid's staff and brown cloak lying in a heap by the door. She was still wearing her little green skirt, but it was being forced up so high by her position that it was positively meaningless. The skirt was soaked with juices and sweat to the point that it was basically a rag anyways. She would have to burn it after this. If she survived. And she was pretty sure she wasn't going to. The blonde kept bouncing and rubbing against her midriff, smiling down at her with sadistic glee. Larya locked eyes with her and, though the tortuous pleasure, moaned a single word. "Morrrrre..." ~~~~ Vala sat lazily in the shadows of an old elm tree. The attractive young woman wore a revealing yellow tunic, a dark cloak, and little else. Her long, shocking blue hair was done up in pigtails. She was extremely pale. She rested one pale hand on the tree trunk, smiling widely. "One day, mighty oak," she cooed, "you will die. Already the bark beetles carve you out from within." She batted her thick lashes, showing off bright red eyes. "You'll be like me. Would you like that?" The oak was silent. She gave it a knowing smile, stroking its rough bark. "Already you are dying." The ghoul's head jerked up. She could hear loud footsteps. Heavy breathing. Smelled a man's sweat and fear. Sensed his powerful hunger for life. Her eyes glinted. "So sweet. A coward." She got to her feet, beaming ear to ear. "I shall take him, I think." She looked down. From her vantage point on the hill, she could see the whole miserable town of Carriope. Once a happy hamlet, her sisters had reduced it to a graveyard. She had foolishly fought them, but they had shown her the way. They had shown her the path to true pleasure—true life. They had shown her her place. She spotted the man. He was running towards the den—doubtless seeking his young druidess friend. He was handsome, in a way. Unkempt, but the sort of man who might be quite handsome with some effort. A few scars marred his features, but he had a compact, muscular build. This was a fighter. But he didn't seem to be able to run especially fast. Vala tapped her chin, laughing. "Such easy prey. Will he find his friend?" She leaped down and started sprinting downhill straight towards the man, laughing louder. "I think I shall find him first." ~~~~ "More, mortal?" The blonde laughed. "More?" "Well—" Larya gulped. "I, um—" Larya cried out as the redhead's tongue started flitting in, moving faster and faster, teasing her clit with endless little sparks of pleasure. She was going to come. "Oh, oh, nnnnnoOOOHH!" She writhed and jerked in her bindings, bucking her hips into the supple lips of the red-haired ghoul as she came. The ghoul laughed, wrapping her hands around Larya's pert ass and kissing her pussy lips passionately. Larya was in heaven. She was in hell. She couldn't remember where she was. Smiling dazedly, she watched as the red-haired beauty rose from between her legs. The woman's red lips were dripping with Larya's own juices. Larya came again at the sight. ~~~~ Snatch came to a sudden halt, his head tilting. That sounds like a— Too late. The thief was tackled from the side. Howling, he went tumbling down the hill, over dry, dead grass, barely around a thorn bush, and onto the dusty streets below. Snatch rolled clear of his attacker and tried to stand, but his dizziness made him almost fall over again. Then the creature tackled him once more, knocking him to the ground and landing atop him. A red-eyed, blue-haired, unnaturally pale and slender woman sat down on his chest, giving a sharp-toothed grin. "Hello," she whispered, voice curiously reverberating. "Join me in oblivion." Snatch struggled, but the ghoul was too strong. "Not today," he snarled. His scythe had fallen out of reach, so he drew his dagger and plunged it into her gut. She looked down at it. A little bit of dark red liquid slowly oozed out. She looked up at him, smile widening to horrific proportions. "No." He wrenched the dagger out and tried to stab again, but she grabbed his wrist and gently plucked the knife away. "I don't think you need that silly thing," she murmured, fingers fiddling with his trousers. "You have far nicer things to stab me with." With one smooth motion, she yanked his trousers down to his knees. She giggled, fondling his erect cock with one cold hand and holding him down with the other. "Hard. You are ready to please me, mortal." "Yeah?" Snatch glared. "Well, you give me the knife back, and I...I..." Her fingers had started running up and down his shaft with incredible skill. His eyes bugged out of his skull, and she smirked. "Good," she purred. "Please me. You are mine to toy with now." She lifted up her cloak and ripped off her tunic. The beautiful young woman was now completely naked, exposing her soft, white skin to the dim sunlight. She slid back and started to impale herself on his cock, but stopped halfway to give him a knowing look. "When you cum inside me, you are mine. You are ours. The taint will merge with you." "I'll...fight..." Snatch groaned. His rebellious manhood was rock hard and desperate to find a sheath. "Good." The ghoul winked. "We'll see how you like the ride." Snatch's eyes widened as she slowly sank down, then began to bounce, giggling, in his lap. "Oh! Oh, yes! Hee! Fight, mortal, fight!" He lay back. He tried to issue a retort, but all that came out was a longing moan. It felt incredible, but so, so wrong. He was fucking an undead. No, he was being fucked by an undead. She just bounced up and down, and he was lost in her shimmering crimson eyes. He could feel the orgasm building. He was going to...to... "No!" he cried. "Fuck! Fuck you!" The ghoul laughed, bouncing faster still. "What a clever boy!" she cooed, as if congratulating a child. "You do indeed." "I won't go! I won't I won't I won't!" Snatch knew he sounded like a petulant teenager, but he didn't give a fuck. "I'm not—oh, gods...argh..." He let out a whimper as she gyrated her hips around his desperate shaft with expert grace. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close to lock lips with his. He knew that if his mouth touched hers, his last spark of resistance would fizzle and die like a candle's flame. He leaned back, his last, futile act of defiance. She only laughed, wrapping her hand in his short, dark hair and forcing him closer. "Oh, my darling slave..." "YEAAAARGH!" He reared back and butted her in the head with all his might. Snatch had three assets he was especially proud of: His keen senses, his common sense, and his thick skull. The ghoul didn't stand a chance. He headbutted her again, feeling a bone in her skull crack. She cried out—more startled than hurt. Taking advantage of her surprise, he grabbed the ghoul by the waist and pulled her off his still-throbbing cock, throwing her away. She leaped up, snarling. The woman was gone, and only the ghoul remained. It lunged for him, teeth bared. Head still ringing, he rolled to the side and grabbed his scythe. Lying on his back as the ghoul dove towards him, he swung the scythe up in a graceful, murderous arc. Its head went flying noiselessly. Its corpse landed on him, and he quickly pushed it off as the pale flesh started transforming into maggots and beetles. He shakily got to his feet, pulling his trousers up. He was still hard, but judging by how loud Larya's screams were getting, he was just about out of time. ~~~~ "Okay," the scarlet-haired temptress whispered in Larya's ear, "we're done playing with you. Ready to really fuck?" "Uh..." Larya thought, now. She thought hard. She had to...had to fight... "You cannot concentrate on fighting," the redhead whispered. "Shhhh. It's okay. How can you concentrate with her," she gestured to the black-haired ghoul, whose head was buried between Larya's legs, "licking your pussy so very, VERY thoroughly?" Larya whimpered. "After all," the redhead hissed, giving Larya's lobe a little nibble, "with every lick, you fall further under our power. With every lick, you forget what you're thinking. With every lick, you forget. With every lick, you forget." Larya tried to understand now. She knew she was being hypnotized, but... "You're...unnhh...hypnotizing me..." she mumbled. "We need not hypnotize you," the redhead said, smirking. She looked at the blonde and nodded. The platinum-haired knockout descended upon Larya's right breast and started licking and suckling at it hungrily. The redhead listened to Larya moan louder before continuing, grinning like a cheshyrbeast. "You want this, and that's good, because you cannot stop it. You cannot fight. With every lick, you forget." "With...oh...every lick...aah..." Larya closed her eyes to hold in the tears. She couldn't concentrate! The black-haired ghoul just kept licking, and with every lick, she...forgot... "Shh." The redhead put a finger to Larya's lips, giving a fond smile. "Do not speak. Do not try to think. We will help you." Larya looked up at the red-haired ghoul, vision bleary with tears. "Why do you do this?" "Thinking is too hard," the ghoul said, as if she couldn't hear Larya. "Just close your eyes and give in to lust. With every lick..." The white-haired woman gave Larya's breast a little nibble, just as the dark-haired woman licked again. Larya gave a gasp of pleasure. "i forget," she said, smiling vacantly. BANG She blinked. For a moment, the licking stopped. "What's that?' BANG "Nothing," the red-haired ghoul said, smiling. The raven- and blond-haired women rose up and advanced towards the splintering door, eyes narrowed. Larya frowned. "This...wait—oh!" The red-haired woman had hooked two fingers in Larya's wet pussy. Giving a feral growl, she started working Larya's clit, as she leaned in and kissed Larya on the mouth. The kiss tasted wonderful. It tasted like peaches, and apples, and mulled wine, and a fine harvest. Larya moaned, trying to reach up to pull the woman closer. It was then that she realized her restraints had been removed. The redhead smiled, breaking the kiss momentarily. "That's right, pet...mm...now you must please me. You must—agh!" In a heartbeat, Larya had leaped upon the redhead, who gave a surprised squeak as Larya returned her affections by sticking a finger in the red-eyed creature's cunt and thrusting violently. Larya smiled. Now she had the upper hand. Now she was free to... ...kiss her. Yes. That was what she wanted to do. She seized her disoriented seductress in a ravishing kiss. The redhead moaned, swooning in Larya's arms. BANG Larya gave a dazed—but mischievous—smile. She couldn't think about the banging on the door. Not when she was about to give this glorious creature the banging of her life. ~~~~ Snatch rammed once more, and the door burst open. Two attractive ghouls stood before him, hissing at the sudden bright light. One had hair of ebony, while the other had hair of that thing Snatch was pretty sure narwhals had. The white thing. She had white hair, was the point. Giving a snarl, he swung his scythe, cutting a shallow gash in the blonde's torso. She hissed, leaping outside towards him, but he forced her back with a punch aimed at her angelic face. That was a mistake. Grinning, she swerved to the side and grabbed his arm, yanking him off-balance. When he stumbled, the other ghoul ran forward and hit him on the back. He fell on his stomach, and they descended upon him, grabbing his arms and forcing the scythe from his fingers. The blonde laughed. "Stupid mortal. You can't fight us." "And why would you wish to?" the dark-haired one purred in his ear. "We can bring you an end of pure bliss," the other cooed. "You aren't gonna turn me, then," he muttered, struggling in vain to get an arm free. The ghouls' fingers were slender and supple, but their grip was like iron. "No..." one breathed. "Only the women," the other moaned. "What made you like this?" Snatch growled, ceasing his struggles. "What fucking insane necromancer..." "We were once ordinary ghouls," the blonde murmured as she and the dark-haired ghoul rolled him on his back. "But then He chose us..." The dark-haired one sighed with pleasure at the blonde's words, then turned her attention to pulling down Snatch's trousers. She smiled widely. "Oh, Vala has tasted you. You are ripe." Her head slowly lowered towards his cock, and he felt her steamy breath as she gave his balls several long licks. "She was inexperienced," the blonde hissed, kissing the arms she held immobile. "We will make you like this." He could only moan with pleasure. Right now, he couldn't muster any dispute to the claim. ~~~~ The red-haired seductress lay on her belly on the dirt floor as three fingers slammed into her cold, dripping cunt and gave her what she had earned. Unliving Lust Ch. 03 Larya giggled, completely lost. As submissive as she was, she knew she was one of the best around when it came to pleasing either gender. She played with her mistress's sex like a pianist playing the piano. "Yes!" the ghoul cried. "You will service—oh, serve me! You will serve Him! Oh, yesssss..." Larya felt the fingers in her own cunt. They kept her from thinking, and she liked it that way. "Oh...nnn..." The ghoul started struggling now. "Get off! Stand, slut!" The fingers were still in Larya, rubbing her clit ceaselessly. The slut did what she was told. The redhead glanced back, and Larya dimly stared at her pretty, shiny red eyes. Whatever was happening behind the redhead was unimportant, Larya knew, when her mistress had...such...pretty...eyessss... "Get on your knees," the ghoul hissed, looking satisfied with whatever she'd been looking at—but even more satisfied with what she was looking at now. The slut did what she was told, and the fingers popped out of her pussy. She mewled pathetically. "Quiet, mortal," the redhead sneered. "You are through thinking. You have been fucked like you have never before been fucked, and now you'll lick me out like a good slut." Larya stared up at the red-haired woman. Something...was wrong... "Now." The redhead put her hands on the back of Larya's head, pulling her by her dark locks toward her juicy slit. Larya inhaled, smelling peaches and cinnamon. "You will take our taint. We will spread, and grow strong. You are mine forever." "yesss..." Larya whimpered, leaning close to taste her captor at last... ~~~~ Snatch lay helplessly on his back. The dark-haired girl held his legs down as the blonde held his arms above his head, kissing them tenderly like they were some delicacy. Which they probably would be soon. But the raven-haired woman's constant ministrations to his balls were making it hard to concentrate on that problem. "Come, now," the blonde hissed "You cannot resist." The other gorgeous girl shifted, getting off his legs, moaning loudly. Even as she licked his crotch, her hands crept down to beneath her waist. He watched with morbid fascination as she began touching herself, even at this moment of greatest vulnerability. Hearing a moan from inside the shack, he took a deep breath. "No..." he gasped, as the dark-haired ghoul's tongue worked up towards his manhood, "...no..." "Yessss." The blonde and brunette both hissed. They tittered, anticipating the feast. The brunette's long, almost tentacle-like tongue slowly wrapped around his bitterly teased cock. Her mouth began to close around it. "...but I don't have to when you're so fucking stupid." His legs sprang up and wrapped around the dark-haired ghoul's neck. "Mm—aah! No!" The ghoul released his cock, hands flying to her throat. "You...you mustn't—" He twisted his thighs, breaking her neck, and she slumped to the ground. Taking advantage of the blonde's surprise, he yanked out of her grip and stumbled to his feet. She looked oddly stricken by her sister's death. He quickly picked up his scythe to end her misery. "Stop." He stopped. His cock had suddenly become almost painfully hard. He looked over the kneeling blonde. The red-haired ghoul had turned to look back at him. Her bright eyes bore into him. She smiled. "Poor, foolish mortal. You want so badly to live, but you came here, ripened by my young sister, to save this one?" She gestured to Larya, who knelt behind her, waiting. "She is a worthless slut. Just another horny harlot." Snatch shook. "Look...who's..." "Do not finish that sentence." The redhead smiled. "I, too, am worthless. I serve Him. We all do. And so will this brainless whore when I have taken her." Snatch forced himself to look down. The blonde was smiling again. Slowly, she leaned forward. His cock jutted out treacherously. "Chosen," he heard someone say. He looked up. Looking surprised, the redhead also turned. Larya was kneeling, her eyes glazed over, but she slurred out the words anyways. "A...Chosen...found you. Prob'by scout. He...Converted a ghoul." Despite his terror—and paralysis—Snatch's jaw dropped. "That idiot. That stupid, insane idiot." "Mm." The redhead seemed to be even more aroused now. Her eyes half-closed. "Chosen...yes...we serve them. We...know our place...oh, gods, I need licking!" Snatch felt the blonde's tongue slowly work up and down his shaft, savoring it. He risked a glance down, confirming his impending doom, and let out a gasp. "You—agh—killed him. Ohh..." "I serve..." the redhead moaned, "...we serve eternally...oh, GODS, TASTE ME, SLUT!" She turned and grasped for Larya to force her to— Larya was gone. Even as the tongue started working faster, Snatch blinked. The redhead looked around, panting from her lust. "What are you..." From the side, a plain-looking wooden staff jutted out and tapped the redhead on the shoulder. She gasped. "You—wha—" Suddenly, her red eyes developed pupils. The black expanded, filling her eyes with inky void. She looked up at the ceiling, letting out a horrific scream. Green fire blasted out of her mouth. Instantly, the fire surrounded the ghoul in fearful spirals, burning her pale flesh wherever it touched. The flames split to form a double-helix, utterly obscuring her from sight within the emerald pyre. Only her scream remained, shrill and foul—beyond human, beyond animal. The scream persisted long after the fire died and the charred remains fell to the ground. Indeed, hundreds of years from then, the scream would still be heard on occasion by particularly gifted seers. The other ghoul jerked away from Snatch, her eyes turning black as well. She turned to run. Larya stepped into view, raised the staff, and fired from it a ray of green fire. The ghoul dove behind a boulder. At first, Snatch thought she'd dodged. Then there came another scream, and a pillar green flame rose up from behind the boulder. By the time the green fire faded, his paralysis was gone. He staggered. "Hi, Snatch," Larya said, still looking a bit dazed. "Your penis's larger than I remembered." Flushing, Snatch pulled his pants up. "Shut up, you moron." They both were silent a moment. "Snatch," Larya said, her tone flat, "the Chosen Commander sent men past the Evergreen Forest." "We did hear the rangers were compromised." "Still..." Larya leaned heavy upon her staff, eying the redhead's burnt corpse, "...to try and...and infect ghouls." Her tone still had the curious flatness to it, though it seemed to be wavering slightly. "What kind of madman would deal with something so awful?" "You seemed to enjoy it." Immediately, Snatch regretted his words. Larya looked up at him, eyes flooding with tears. "Uh—" The naked druidess dove towards him, wrapping her arms around his chest and burying her face in his shoulder. She started bawling. "Snatch, they—they killed so many people! They're undead! Druids are supposed to hunt undead! And I...oh, gods, Snatch, I...I..." Profoundly uncomfortable, Snatch patted Larya on the head a few times. At last, her sobs subsided, and she pulled away. He gave a reflexive sigh of relief. The druidess smiled weakly at that. "Gods, Snatch, you really are bad with people." Snatch shrugged. "I'm amazing with people. Find me a man who says he can cut folks in half quicker than me, and I'll show you two halves of a liar." Larya gave a little laugh. She turned and started getting dressed. "Come on. We've got to make for the Standing Stones." "The Standing Stones?" Snatch grimaced. "I know you miss your druid friends, but we've already been hired by the 'Goddess' and Yillit, remember? They want us to help with the Chosen, and especially after this..." "Snatch..." Larya looked up at him sadly. "I really just have to go, okay?" Snatch frowned. He and Larya had been through a lot together. Literally, counting the time they'd been swallowed whole by a giant worm. He could tell when he knew something he didn't know. He sighed. "Alright. We'll stop by the Stones. I've gotta get a stupid kid to her uncle, anyways, and away from you before she learns more than she aught know at her age." Larya immediately brightened. "Great! Let's get moving!" They headed off towards the bridge. "You know," Snatch remarked, "it was nice to see you like that." "Huh?" Larya looked at him, head cocking. He shrugged, giving a rare smile. "Killing the ghouls. I'd almost forgotten you're the 'brawn' of our team." She perked up. "We're a team?" "Oh, gods." Snatch covered his face with his palm. "Forget I said that. Forget I said that!" "Nope!" Larya pranced ahead. "We're a team! To the bitter end, Snatch!" "Madgirl!" he shouted. "Demented druid! We are not a team, we are—damn it!" ~~~~ Roughly a month later, Snatch would find himself at the entrance to the Evergreen Forest. And by then, he would be alone. ~~~ Goblin's Note: Phew! Remind me never to include a kid in a story like this again—it was way too hard to keep scenes that had her in them "kid-friendly". Poor Rei. XD Anyways, that concludes Unliving Lust! A short li'l trilogy, but I hope you all had fun. Unliving Lust was one of many stories to be told about Snatch's and Larya's misadventures. For the next update, I can turn to one of those and start a new short series, or go back to Evergreen, or back to Exposed. Thoughts? :)