The Undead:  John's Tale
by PJ

Liches and jungles do not mix. That is the thought running through my brain as I Teleport into a vegatation-choked wilderness and spin slowly to survey my surroundings. Let me introduce myself, since this is the beginning of my tale. My name is John. I had a last name on Earth, but dying seems to have affected my memory. I am the evil villain who kidnapped Gwen, Amy, Mark and Tom, then transported them across the dimensions to the Old World, the fictional realm of Warhammer Fantasy. They always thought that Warhammer was just a game, but I know better, it is a gateway to a world of limitless possibility. Earth is a barren world, a dying planet dominated by technology, there is no magick left within it. But here, in the Old World, everything is steeped in eldritch power, I can feel it in the plants, the animals, the women. My sensitivity to magick has increased since I died leading an Undead army against the Empire, died in the service of my Dark Lord, Nagash. The Supreme Lord of the Undead was the one who "seduced" me into the realm of darkness, the realm of power. He whispered softly in my mind when I was still on Earth, he instructed me to find others in order to quench his thirst for flesh blood. I had hoped to find four girls, not just two, but I was never very popular with women when I was just mortal, so I had to drag along their boyfriends too.
Why am I skulking in a jungle, you may ask? This is the land of Lustria, far to the west of the Empire and the South Lands. Through my little mind probes with the tasty Elita, I now know what she and the Elf bitch are up to, I plan to stop them here. They seek the Staff of Jade, I suppose they want to form an alliance with the Slaan in return for a way to send Gwen home. Stupid whore! Why would anyone want to leave a world where magick reigns supreme and technology is a curiosity? That's women for you, full of sentimental weaknesses and useless emotions, I'm glad that I no longer feel pain or regret, the Undead are eternal. Women do have their uses, however; their flesh is the sweetest fruit you can know, it is soft and slides down your throat like the food of the gods. Female flesh is full of life, it brings strength and makes you feel like a titan! That's another reason why I enjoy being Undead, you don't just fuck a girl then discard her like a empty pop can, you devour her, you take her into yourself where she stays with you forever.
Anyway, enough exposition! I make my way through the jungle, listening to the animals as they hunt, kill, and feed on their own. A light rain begins to fall, drenching my tattered, black robes and dripping from my cold, pasty-white skin. I'm rather proud of my appearance, I'm not nearly as decayed as most liches. The Crown of Sorcery seems to preserve Undead flesh quite admirably, it even preserved Amy's dead body when I found her lying in Nagash's throneroom, she was as beautiful as ever. To continue, I walk all day through the jungle, then as night falls, I hear soft scuffling noises ahead of me. I quickly kneel down, hiding in some bushes to see who is approaching. Even though I don't breathe, I inhale deeply. I let the warm power of the night wash over my skin and enter my shriveled lungs. The scuffling gets louder, then I spot a female with my night vision. She's blonde, with gorgeous long hair falling down her back. She's dressed in a leather bra, bracers, and a leather-hide skirt. The young woman is wielding a blade-tipped spear and also has several knives sheathed in her waistbelt. Her body is supple and lithe, her outline radiates a mouth-watering warmth that my fangs ache to drain. I lick my dry, cracked lips in growing hunger, but I remain patiently still. Two more female warriors appear behind the blonde, they're both young, one is a brunette while the other is a short-maned redhead. The trio of girls moves gracefully and cautiously through the foliage, they appear to be hunting.
Magick courses through my nearly empty veins as I watch the three beautiful young women travel south, to the right of my position. I use a minor cloaking spell to mask my rotting scent and distract their eyes, then I slowly follow them, making no sound as they travel deeper into the jungle. They hunt for several scores of minutes, killing several small mammals, then hanging the corpses on strings that they carry over their shoulders. My nose twitches as I catch their scent, an overpowering, feminine musk laced with sweat and leather. My mouth drools as I drink in their beauty, their angelic, pure grace of movement. The flesh of the girls calls out to me, it wants to be licked, bitten, torn, devoured. Every flash of cleavage is an invitation, every bare thigh is a supplication to rape, to dominate.
When I can wait no longer, I spring fully upright, then I charge the unwary trio. The redhead senses me first, she spins to face me, spear held at the ready. I smile with scorn, then chant in the language of magick. The spear shimmers as it transforms into a large, writhing snake. The redhead gasps in surprise and fear as the sinuous serpent slides around her shoulders and down around her legs, pinning her in place before she loses her balance and falls to the soft ground. The redhead's yells alert the other two warrior girls, who turn in unison to face their unknown assailant. The blonde fighter hurls her bladed spear at me, a projectile that I dodge easily. The brunette shouts something in her primitive tongue, shoving her spear at me with one hand as she unsheathes a short sword with another. The spear's blade bites into my left side, tearing my leathery skin like a knife through wet paper. I scream in agony, my side burning, as I knock the spear away, then lunge at the bitch who sliced me. The brunette swings her sword at my head, but I halt the slash by grabbing her small wrist. Grinning maniacally, I snap the slut's wrist, relishing the expression of pain that flits across her lovely features. As the sword slips from her loose grip and falls to the ground, I slam her slim body against a tree, breaking her spine with a satisfying crunch. The helpless girl's body grows limp as I retrieve a black dagger from my robes, then punch the blade into her sternum. Rich, red blood spurts from the knife wound, dripping down her round breasts and across my dagger as I slice down her cleavage and stomach, ripping her bra apart as I expose her pumping organs to open air. The dark-haired beauty gurgles deliciously, blood frothing from her sensuous lips as her steaming intestines flop from her belly onto the green undergrowth. I lick the dying girl's mouth, sampling her warm blood as her eyes glaze and her skin grows chill.
The blonde girl stumbles away from me, her eyes wide and glistening with tears before she spins away and vomits into the brush. I laugh at her distress, my howls of mirth echoing through the towering trees. The warrior girl begins to flee, her tight, round ass swaying seductively as she sprints into the vegetation. Droning words of dark power, I extend my right hand, spewing tendrils of Darkness that speed after the fleeing young woman. Even though I can barely see her, I hear the seductive pounding of her heart, I hear the sweet hiss of her breath as she gasps with exertion and terror. The Dark Tendrils wrap around the blonde girl's ankles, tripping her and making her fall abruptly to the earth. More tendrils bind the struggling girl's wrists and waist before they begin dragging her back to me.
I allow the dead brunette to fall to the ground in a messy heap, then I walk casually to the prone redhead who struggles in my serpent's sinuous embrace. I position the redhead on her knees before me, then I place a finger of my right hand on her smooth forehead, a focus for my mind probe. The snake-bound girl gasps loudly as I invade her mind, ripping her meager defenses aside with contemptuous ease as I try to find out more about her and her companions. The bitch is an Amazon, one of a society of female warriors that were driven away from the Norse colony of Skeggi because they refused to give up their weapons and act like proper Norse women. This whore is young, so she must have been raised by the Amazons in their island fortress called the Heart of Darkness. I like the name, I'll have to visit there before I leave! All that remains within the girl's mind are memories of her youth, her friends, and her warrior training, nothing of consequence.
I remove my finger from the redhead's brow just as my tendrils bring the blonde bitch into the small clearing I stand in. Both girls shout in their strange language, probably the usual threats and pleas to be released. I could cast a spell of translation, but why bother? The only thing I want to hear are their screams of agony/pleasure. What should I do to them first? There are so many decadent things I could inflict upon their helpless, ripe young bodies. I know! I'll try what I did to Elita when Lord Nagash wanted me to torment her in her dreams--I really liked that.
Ignoring the writhing redhead for the moment, I raise my right hand upward while chanting in the Dark Tongue. Clinking chains appear from the black, night sky, binding the blonde girl's wrists in thick, metal manacles. More chains burst from the soft soil, entrapping the Amazon girl's ankles and spreading her slim legs apart. I create a red, rubber ball gag with a thought, then I walk forward slowly, smiling like a hungry man about to carve up a succulent roast. The chained girl screams desperately in her language, which I reply to with an uncaring shrug. Pulling the blonde girl's head back by her long, vibrant hair, I shove the ball gag into her mouth, then push the gag until her jaws creak. I roughly fasten the leather gag strap around her head, then I slap her hard across the face just for fun. Crystalline tears trickle down the girl's tanned cheeks as I slice her leather bra from her breasts with a flick of my dark knife. The girl's tits take my breath away, full, but not too large, creamy, and ripe with desire. I trail a fingernail down her smooth, flat stomach, cutting a small wound over her belly until I reach the waistband of her armored skirt. I rip the skirt from her hips, making the blonde shake painfully in her chains. I tear off the bound, suspended girl's panties almost negligently, circling around her almost-naked body, admiring her bare ass and firm thighs. I shred the girl's boots and bracers off with a word, making her completely nude and vulnerable. I listen to the chained girl's breath, how it struggles around the ball gag shoved tightly into her warm, moist mouth. I halt behind my toy, pulling her long hair painfully until she's looking up into the sky, bright tears blurring her vision. I run the edge of my knife across her bare throat, just breaking the skin, allowing a small jewel of blood to flow onto her blushing flesh. I rub my nose across her bare shoulder, inhaling her rich, feminine scent, growing aroused by the fear sweat that gushes from every pore of her body.
I wrap my left arm around the blonde girl, pressing her naked flesh against my moldering robes, rubbing her shapely body against my dead, rail-thin frame. I lick her smooth, unblemished back, tasting her skin, savoring her unique flavor, then gently biting into the back of her shoulder, tearing a small bit of flesh away from her to chew slowly upon. The girl groans loudly into her gag, her body trembling as blood drips down her back and over her firm, round buttocks. I swallow her flesh, the skin sweet as a freshly- picked orange as it slides down my decayed throat and dissolves into my sluggish, corrupt bloodstream. I grab the chained girl's hips, rubbing my crotch up and down her ass, letting her feel my hard-on as I insinuate it into her ass crack. The girl moans around her ball gag, her skin becomes hot as her pussy quivers with helpless arousal. I love women, you can torture them, rape them, break them into sobbing, submissive fucktoys, and they still get wet when you give them the right physical stimuli. I thump my crotch against the bound girl's ass for awhile, then I get bored and walk around to face my chained prize.
The blonde girl hangs limply in her bonds, her resistance fading as she sees the futility of her situation. I could keep her like this, allow her to live as my subservient fuck slave like many vampire lords and liches do. No, I don't want to be loaded down with sycophants when I have to hunt for Gwen and her bitch girlfriend. Grinning cruelly, I hold up my knife for the girl to see, I lick the side of the blade with my tongue, devouring the sticky blood that I took from her companion. The chained girl shudders with loathing, her tear-filled eyes radiating disgust at the Undead thing that is ravishing her helpless body and degrading her friends. I laugh out loud at the sheer beauty of her anguish, then I lash out lightning quick, slicing two deep furrows into her upper thighs. The girl screams into her gag, her suspended body trembling as thick, red blood pours from her wounds down her bare legs. I snarl with lust as I bend over her crotch, shoving my face into her blonde snatch, thrusting my tongue deep into her moist vagina. The girl groans weakly, her thighs slack as I nuzzle her cunt, sucking loudly on the sensitive, pink flesh of her inner slit. I drink the chained girl's cum as it trickles out in greater amounts. Her warm, sticky honey dribbles down my chin and coats my black lips as I drink and drink her juices, her pussy an overflowing font of delicious ambrosia. When I drink my fill, I stand up, look straight into the blonde girl's wide eyes, and strike with my black dagger. Obsidian metal bites into supple, yielding flesh, ripping deep into the chained girl's throat, tearing her esophagus in two as it exits with a wet splash. A flood of hot, salty blood pours from the naked girl's wound, coating her heaving breasts, stomach, and pussy in a waterfall of rich, red liquid. I watch with erotic excitement as the girl quivers in her metal bonds, her gagged gasps becoming weaker and weaker as her lifeblood escapes down her naked torso. Finally, the blonde girl is still, her tanned skin turning pale white with death as her golden-maned head lolls forward onto her motionless chest.
I shudder as an orgasm wracks my Undead body, thick, green semen staining the inside of my robes as I ball my pale hands into tight fists. I gasp for breath I do not need, running my blackened tongue over cum-stained fangs, tasting her warmth, her life, for the last time.
Sated for the moment, I turn to regard the redhead who is still entrapped by my magickal snake. During my period of preoccupation, the snake has gotten rather forward, pushing his snout into the girl's small mouth, sliding his wet, forked tongue down her tight throat. The snake's tail wriggles underneath the Amazon's skirt, between the girl's thighs, his aft portion thrust past her panties and deep within her bush of rich, red pubic hair.
I chuckle with amusement. I'll let the snake have his fun, then I'll take the girl with me for awhile. I'll need a diversion until the cursed trio of heroes finally arrives in Lustria.
The End