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Illisa's Trial by t'Sade

Copyright (c) 2004, t'Sade

Everything was going fine for Illisa, a student necromancer in an
underground school, but her instructor was killed by a zombie. What
followed was a whirlwind of blood, screaming, and death. And a
choice. A choice she never thought she would have to make.

This story contains explicit material in the following scenes:

  * MF undead viol cons vore snuff

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A'asin Academy was alive, in a matter of speaking. Reaching toward
the finals seasons, the young necromancers and students were focusing
on their final projects and preparing for the month-long summer
vacation before the year started again. Dark, windowless hallways
wound through the solid earth, buried well underneath the ground and
safe from the occasional riot or mob. Each room was lit with only a
single candle, two if the room was considered brightly lit. The
students and teachers all adjusted to the gloom and light, some with
magic and others through sheer will. In the darkness, the magic
flowed easier.

Classrooms, carved out by bone fingers and zombie labor, were quiet
and still, except when filled with studying students. Air flowed
sluggishly down the hall, vented out by the thousands of
grill-covered pipes leading to the surface. Even with the venting,
the smells of rot soaked into the stone, seeping out in thin rivers
of blackish slime that coated the walls.

Many of the students never progressed beyond the school, but some of
the more talented became physicians, morticians, task masters, or
even forensic mages. Buried in the past of the academy was the
occasional general, who rose an entire army out of the remains of a
battlefield and went on to war against Franome's enemies. Of those
talented ones who did not step into the light, there were far more
unacceptable professions for the students to dabble in: tomb raiders,
warlords, and mages obsessed with death. Everyone had a future after
A'asin, just not all of them lived doing it.

That wasn't the concern of Illisa as she padded down the hallway.
Instead, she was focusing on making sure her outfit was straightened
and not being late for class. Her outfit was simple: black blouse and
black skirt. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a jet black,
silk bra that pushed the two smooth mounds of her breasts into a deep
cleavage. As with most students, Illisa didn't see the sun, so her
skin was a pale white. Unlike most of them, it was flawless and
lithe, mainly due to her constant running and exercises after
classes. Flared hips, well into the years of womanhood, sway slightly
as she pads around a corner, slipping smoothly round a thick knot of
black-clad students.

Behind her, a shambling zombie hesitated for a moment. The knot of
students parted around it, moving smoothly and ignoring its confused
look. As soon as the last student passed, it shuffled forward,
holding the books in its hand tightly. Bare bones peeked out from the
knuckles and pieces of flesh dropped to the ground, but it continued
to follow Illisa like a mute dog. After it passed, the droplets of
flesh melted away into the black slime, disappearing into corroded
gutter along the halls.

She moved just fast enough to keep her zombie in range. Finally, her
movement stopped in front of a glass-fronted door. In neat letters,
the sign listed the room number and purpose: #38, Dissection
Laboratory. Her bright, red lips tightened as she peered down the
hallway, where her zombie follower was moving closer. In stark
contrast to the rest of the school, her bright blond hair was almost
painful in the dim flickering light of a single candle. As the
shuffle grew louder, she looked up at the flame. Hanging from a steel
cage, it was used to light up almost a ten-meter section of stone
hallway. A first year student stumbled past her, holding one hand
against the black stone wall. Her eyes, well adjusted to the murky
dim light, caught sign of one of the razors embedded in the wall.

Her soft voice, almost a trill, called out to the student. "Razor."

The student yanked his hand back careful, avoiding the blade by a few
centimeters. He whispered thanks and stepped a few more steps
forward, leaning away from the wall. A few meters down, he reached
out blindly for the walls, trying to feel them. Illisa saw another
razor some distance further, but choose not to warn him of the second
danger.

Feeling the zombie next to her, she opened the door and stepped
inside. The animated corpse followed her, shuffling inside before she
closed the door. It only took a mere second for her eyes to adjust to
the brightness. A single, caged flame hung over each of the four
tables in the room. Four candles in the same room was painfully
bright to her adjusted eyes and it took another few moments to
finally see the others in the room.

There were six others in the room. The instructor and another student
were missing. Three zombies and a skeleton stood along the walls,
their duties as servants unneeded in the class. Unlike the zombies,
the skeleton was held together with dull red strings of force. Each
joint glowed with the same red as the skeleton's head twisted around,
to look at Illisa.

She gave it an appraising look. When she looked back at the tables,
one of the students, a male, gave her a grin.

"What do ya' think of him?"

Illisa shrugged, "You reinforced some of the bindings, but you missed
the lateral power line. It probably will only last a few months
before dissolving."

Her voice retained the softness, but there was a sharp edge to the
words. The other student grinned even more.

"At least I can make one."

A tiny flare of jealousy surged through her and she sniffed. From
outside, she heard a brief scream as the first year student found the
razor. Using that as a distraction from the challenge, she directed
her zombie in the corner. Ignoring the laughter, she found her own
position at another table. Hands trailed along the stainless steel
surface before brushing up against the corpse stretched out along the
top. There was already a cut down the chest and stomach, spread apart
to reveal organs partially cataloged.

Laughter died as the door opened again and an older woman, about
sixty, stepped in and shut the door. She spoke in a curt tone,
cutting through the dimness of the room with impatience.

"Jacob will not be joining us. He attempted one of the Terrifin
Formulas and the backlash killed him."

The instructed leveled eyes with everyone in the room, "And I would
remind you to be careful about using magics beyond your skill. We are
dealing with deadly magics in this school and despite your advanced
skills, you can easily find yourself at the wrong end of a spell."

Her eyes stopped on the male who challenged Illisa. "That goes doubly
for you, Maru. It is impressive that you managed one of the Formulas,
but those are reserved for fifth year students. And you, Maru, are
only a third year."

"But, Mistress Quaan, I can easily-"

"No buts, Maru. I cannot stop you and the principle encourages you,
but be careful. I'd rather not be using one of your bodies for
instruction in a few weeks."

Maru glared around the room and closed his mouth. The instructor
nodded and gazed across the room again.

"Now, we left off yesterday with the intestines. These are broken
into three parts: the thinner, the thicker, and the junction. You
can-" Her voice continued to lecture in a fast tone that almost
turned into a constant drone. As she spoke, the Illisa and the six
students labeled the parts on the bodies in front of them. Near the
midpoint of the lecture, they had already cataloged the rest of the
digestive system and most of the reproductive.

Illisa felt something wrong when a bony hand pressed up against her
ass. The grip was surprisingly strong as it dug in, tearing through
the cloth to slide against naked flesh. She shrieked and spun away,
amidst the laughter of Maru and the other students. The glowing
skeleton grinned at her, wiggling its fingers as it stepped closer to
her.

"Better run, Illisa, I think he has the hots for you."

Another student added to the laughter, "Yeah! Prepare to get boned!"

Illisa glared at him and held out her hand. A short word of power, a
terrible sound that refused to be easily remembered, cracked out
through the confines of the room. The red bindings of the skeleton
flared up, almost to a burning brightness before the skeleton
exploded. Shards of bone slashed out in all directions, cutting into
Illisa's blouse and skirt, but also into the other student's clothes.
Two of them shrieked as they flung themselves away, protecting their
eyes. Maru refused to look away, but when Illisa looked at him, the
anger and hatred burned in his eyes. A slash of bone caught him on
the bottom of his cheekbone, leaving a streak of growing crimson.

He hissed at her, "You... bitch."

The instructor's voice snapped through the room. "Maru! That is
enough."

"But, she destroyed my skeleton!"

"And you used it as a joke. You got what you deserved and she showed
a wonderful response by creating feedback with your incomplete
spell."

Maru paused, "Incomplete?"

"Yes, incomplete. You failed to tie off the-"

The instructor was interrupted as the door opened. A zombie came
shuffling in, its hands held limply at its side. It was a message
zombie that much of the school used. As the mistress turned to handle
it, the students started to speak with themselves. Illisa started to,
but then stared at the zombie.

A faint feeling of wrongness grew through her and she stepped back.
Frowning, she stared at the zombie, watching it as it reached up to
deliver a paper-wrapped message. Mistress Quaan grabbed the paper and
pulled it open. When Quaan frowned, the feeling inside Illisa spiked.
She was already lifting her hand, to cast a spell, when the zombie
slashed up with its hands, blood-tipped claws sparkling for a moment
before they slashed into her stomach. With a terrible tearing sound,
Illisa watched as the zombie yanked up hard, cutting jagged wounds
into her instructor until they caught on the jaw bone. Quaan's spell
died on her lips, but Illisa shrieked out the words of her spell.

It didn't catch at first and she yelled it out again. The other
students finally noticed the body of the instructor hanging from the
zombie's hand when the third attempt succeeded. Green and blue
energies erupted from the zombie's flesh, then it exploded in a
shower of rotted flesh and bone.

"What the hell!?" Maru's voice cut through the stunned silence. He
rushed over to Quaan and knelt down, trying to find any sign of life.
When he looked up, there was shock in his eyes before he shook his
head.

"Sh... she's dead."

"What was that?"

"A zombie killed her?"

"A zombie? How could a zombie-"

"What are we going to do!?"

The tones were growing more frantic, but Illisa was ignored them. Her
lungs hurt as she panted for breath, leaning against the wall of the
classroom as she tried to stop the spinning. Everything hurt as she
stared at the gaping eyes of Quaan. With a supreme effort, she closed
her eyes. Breathing became easier while she slowed it to a slow gasp.

When Illisa opened her eyes, Maru was standing next to her, concerned
and frightened.

"Are you okay, Illisa."

Staring at him for a second, she slowly nodded. "Yes, I'm... just...
surprised."

He nodded seriously, "I think we need to tell someone."

She thought furiously for a moment, "Master Jimmal is four rooms
down, he should know what to do."

"Good idea, I'll get him."

Maru hesitated, looking at her, then spun away. Grabbing his book
bag, he slammed open the door and sprinted down the hall. The other
students watched the gaping door for a moment before one closed it.
All of them moved in silence and shock. Illisa watched them, seeing
the fire snuffed out in their movements. The feeling of wrongness was
still throbbing inside her, twisting around her thoughts until she
was staring around the room almost frantically.

Slowly, her gaze stopped on her zombie. It was staring out into the
room, unseeing, but the wrongness grew inside her as she stared at
it. Then, beyond her command, it lifted one hand and dropped the
books on the ground. The clatter of leather striking stone froze all
movement. Illisa's heart pounded in her chest as her and the other
zombies stepped away from the wall, moving with incredible speed
toward the students. Her own jumped on the table, crushing the corpse
as it crouched toward her.

Screams filled the room as Illisa stared up at the zombie she created
and saw an intelligence in the eyes. Hatred, anger, violence raged in
the two motes of reddish light that rested in the empty sockets. As
she stared, the zombie clenched its hand, then relaxed it. Sharp
points of bone pushed through the nails, forming into claws as a low,
hissing growl vibrated in its chest.

Illisa froze in the look, at the malevolence that burned in her
creation's eye. Around her, the screams were turning into gurgling
cries for help, but fear locked her eyes into the zombie's. It
stepped forward, to the edge of the dissection table and her heart
almost exploded in the chest. Rapid pounding slammed against her ribs
in a frantic drumbeat and she still couldn't tear away from the eyes.

Her fear snapped when movement caught the side of her vision. Turning
to it, she saw another zombie, with fresh blood on its claws and
mouth, padding toward her. As their eyes locked, it growled and
lunged for her.

She threw up her hand, gasping out the words to her disruption spell.
As she spoke, she felt the movement of her zombie leaping off the
table, claws aimed for her throat. Throwing as much energy as she
could into the spell, she spread the effect in front of her and
finished the single word with a scream.

Energy coursed up through her, burning through veins as she felt her
body screaming from the agony. The spell's force seared her throat as
the word hung in the air, the world slowing down. Illisa could feel
the two sets of claws reaching for her. One of them snared her
blouse, tearing down slightly before the spell's effect finally
caught it. A flare of energy, brilliant and terrible, exploded from
both zombies.

Screaming, Illisa found herself able to move again and threw herself
away as a shower of flesh, bone, and rotted organs splattered against
her and the room. She barely slammed into the ground before she was
up, pressing her back against the hard stone wall and staring
frantically into the darkness.

The explosion had snuffed out three of the candles, but one flame
danced frantically in its cage. The entire room was splashed with
gore, from dead students and destroyed zombies. Her spell caught all
of them and she was the only one left moving. Gingerly, she padding
into the room, checking the bodies. Most of her fellow students were
beyond dead, throats and stomachs ripped open. One of them had his
skull cracked open and large gouges of brain scooped out. Illisa
fought down the bile rising in her throat and grabbed her purse.
Checking its contents, she delicately moved to the door and peeked
outside.

The stench of fresh blood was thick in the hall. Darkness clung to
every edge and she was blind. Whispering softer words of power, she
focused her energies on a spell and released it. Shadows slid away as
her vision cleared, the magic enabling her to see in the dark.
Another set of whispered words and she saw waves of energy rippling
down the hall, in all directions. The second effect was to detect
necromantic energies and was just a precaution.

It saved her when she started to move into the hall. A flare of
reddish energy rippled from one end of the hall and she saw a pair of
zombies marching down the hall, directly toward her. Stepping back,
she quietly shut the door and waited for them to stop. Their
footsteps passed by in hard squishing noises, but neither zombie even
slowed in front of her door. When the silence filled the room, she
tried again, peering in both directions before sneaking toward the
next room.

The room was thankfully empty and she took a deep breath to slow the
pounding in her chest. As it slowed, she peeked back into the hall.
Finding no necromantic energies, she sprinted to the next door and
pushed inside. The flare of red energy startled her as the door
closed, but Illisa was already whispering the single word of her
disruption spell. It came easier and the zombie rising up from the
dripping body exploded in a mute explosion of flesh.

Illisa pushed the door shut and padded over to the corpse. It was a
girl, a sixth year student by the looks. Her delicate body was torn
open, exposing jagged wounds in her breasts and stomach. The look of
terror on her face turned Illisa's stomach and she had to look away.

"How... how could a sixth year student be killed?"

Her whisper was painfully loud in the silence of the room and Illisa
winced. Slowly standing, she peered around at the classroom, but
found nothing that would help her. Looking back at the door, she
frantically tried to find a direction, a goal. Slowly, she realized
she was heading toward the exit gate, a massive set of stairs that
reached up into the brightness of the surface.

Trying to remember the surface, Illisa realized she hadn't seen the
surface in three years. Only faint memories of something green teased
the back of her head, but it was open and easier to escape. The
silence of the school was beginning to frighten her.

A goal in mind, Illisa stepped back to the door and peered outside.
The gate rested two more floors above her. The nearest stairs were
six more doors down the hall. One fast sprint and she could reach the
stone steps. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to sprint.

Then, something touched her mind and she hesitated. Instead of
running for the stairs, she focused on the next door and ran for it.
It opened easily. Inside, the flare of red was thankfully missing.
She carefully moved door by door to the stairs. When she reached the
last door, she gasped as she saw the flare of energy as seven
skeletons marched down the stairs.

Shutting the door quickly and as quietly as she could, Illisa held
her breath until the sharp sounds of their feet passed by.

"Good thing I didn't run."

Her heart pounded painful until the clatter of skeletons faded.
Moving as quietly as she could, she eased open the door, checked for
energy, and stepped into the stairs. Below her, there was reddish
energy, but above was dark and empty. Hastily moving, she jumped up
the stairs, skipping two at a time. At the second floor, she paused
and glanced down both hallways. Red flickering energy was building up
at the end of one of them as she dove into the other. Finding the
first door, she eased it open and peered in. There were two flares of
red necromancy, but the hallway was more dangerous. Stepping inside,
she threw her disruption spell into the room. One of the flares
exploded wetly, but the other just cracked. Realized she was against
a skeleton, a fifth year student's at best, she cast the disruption
three times in series. It finally exploded in a shower of bones.
Illisa felt two slashes of burning pain in her side, but the growing
sound of zombie and skeleton feet froze her again. They marched down
the hall, then stopped. Illisa gasped and threw herself to the back
of the room, cringing as she tried to find a hiding place.

The footsteps grew louder, pounding on the stone floor. She managed
to crawl underneath a table when the steps passed the classroom door
and faded into the distance. Illisa remained on the ground, gasping
in fear. The shock was creeping up on her and she started to cry.

Soft sobs ripped out of her throat and she broke down underneath the
table. Her fist pounded into the stone until she felt it grow wet
with blood, but the utter frustration continued to slash at her
heart, filling her with despair.

Survival took over when the marching sounds grew louder in the
classroom. Illisa halted, feeling the pain of her fists for the first
time as they stepped down the hall, turned around and marched back
down. She listened to them disappearing in the distance and slowly
crawled out from underneath the table. Sneaking over to the door, she
waited until the sounds returned. They did and turned around as
normal. When the footsteps faded, she made her move.

Peeking out, she looked around for red energies. Finding none, she
padded back into the stairs and looked up and down. The red continued
to glow from below, but the stairs up were once again empty. Moving
stealthily, she almost crawled up the stairs, to the top floor of the
academy.

At the top, she looked toward the hallway leading to the exit. She
almost heard her heart being ripped as she stared at the raw
necromantic energies rolling down the hall. The sheer presence of
zombies and skeletons created a reddish fog that filled the black
stone halls. Illisa felt the fear growing.

Suddenly remembering another exit in the other direction, she glanced
down the other hallway. It was empty of energy and movement and she
moved quickly, going from door to door. Her hesitant stealth saved
her twice, as she dove into classrooms to avoid the patrols of
animated creatures. One of the rooms was filled with zombies, third
year projects from her guess as they exploded from a single
application of her spell.

Illisa was almost there, in sight of the stairs leading up, when
something stepped out of one of the classrooms. It was humanoid, but
didn't glow red from necromancy. It stopped in the middle of the
hallway and turned to face her. Illisa whimpered as she skidded to a
halt, twisting her ankle slightly. She was still trying to identify
it as friend or foe when it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.

"And you must be the survivor. What is your name, girl?"

Her mouth worked, but no words came out. She gasped and tried again.

"Illisa."

A faint pause, then the figure stepped forward, darkness clinging to
his form.

"A third year student? The only survivor is a third year student?"

The voice finally rung a memory, it was the dean of the academy. Dean
Winsil was a very private man who made one speech to her class, three
years before. It was the last day she saw sunlight, which was now a
forgotten memory.

"Y-Yes, sir."

Winsil stepped forward again, the darkness peeling back from his face
to reveal the deep wrinkles and amused flicker in his eyes.

"Impressive. I would have expected a ninth or tenth year student, but
never a third year. How did you do it?"

Illisa answered, surprised completely by the question. "Yibbin's
Disruption."

"Yibbin's? But that is a first year spell. One to slow undead, not to
destroy it."

"Y-Yes, sir. I got good at it and figured out how to use it to
destroy simple undead."

The dean nodded his head and spoke to himself, "Very impressive."

He walked up to her. Illisa, feeling fear and uncertainty deep
inside, backed away until her shoulder blades pressed against the
stone wall of the hallway. The dean stopped when he was only
centimeters from her, looking down into her eyes with a faint smile
on his face.

"You are... impressive, Illisa. Very impressive."

She gulped and looked up at him, at the dark eyes that smiled down.
"Thank you... sir."

The feeling of wrongness surged through her and she felt trapped,
pinned against the wall by the dean's presence. His body didn't touch
her, but she felt caught by him and his smile. Winsil said nothing,
but stepped back.

"Are you curious?"

Illisa asked the first question that came, "About the zombies?"

He nodded, "That and why I'm here."

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Good, curiosity is a good trait. So is the ability to adapt to the
situation. A sign of potential in a necromancer."

He finally moved back, freeing her from the wall. His form stopped
only a meter away, but his presence no longer squeezed her heart
painfully. The dean peered down the hallway and Illisa followed his
gaze. The far end was packed with zombies, far too many of them for
her to disrupt. Malevolence almost flowed down the hall, burning
along the intense red energies that filled the hall.

"Wonderful creatures, zombies. In this case, they were the perfect
tool for a surprise quiz."

"Quiz?"

The dean glanced at her and then back at the zombies. His profile
melded with the dark stone, but her magically enhanced vision caught
the hint of a smile.

"This school was too complacent. Lost in their simple dreams of foul
energies and no longer pushing the students. Instead, they taught
simple rules and formulas and never the ability to think."

Illisa could hear the bitterness in the dean's voice, but there was
nothing she could say. He continued, his smile fading with his words.

"Two hundred years ago, I did this before. Animating the zombie to
attack the students. There were two survivors. One died later that
night, but the other survived almost fifty years. He failed too."

The dean's words finally sunk into Illisa's thoughts. Shock coursed
through her veins as she stared at him.

"You killed everyone? For a companion?"

Winsil smiled at her, "Bright girl."

"Couldn't you just find-"

He stopped her by holding up his hand. "No, girl, I couldn't. There
are things about me that no... mortal could survive."

"No... mortal?" Her voice was soft and confused. He turned to face
her fully, the smile gone from his lips.

"No mortal."

Then his face melted.

It came off in wet slurping noises, splashing down on the ground.
Brilliant flares of red necromantic energies flooded into the hall,
blinding her as the dean's body dripped off. Splattering of wet meat
mixed with other noises, but Illisa could not see through the glare
of energy. Holding one hand up in front of her, she realized the
magical spell to sense necromantic energies was blinding her. With a
curt word, she released the spell and the world plunged into
darkness.

Blinking to clear her eyes, she looked around until her vision
returned. The dean was there, clearly visible but different. Instead
of the deep furrows of an old man, his face was covered in tightly
stretched skin over bones. Two points of horrible light glowed in
empty eye sockets. The rest of his body was covered in the same
clothes, but they hung loosely on skeletal bones. Skin creaked as he
shifted in position. His smiles stretched across his face.

Illisa gasped, pressing her back tighter against the hallway side.

"A lich!"

He nodded, his body pushing forward with incredible speed until she
could feel the cold tingling of his power pressing her down again.
The sparks of light peered down at her, boring into her soul. His
voice retained the same deep tones as before, much to her surprise.

"Correct again. You are full of surprises, Illisa."

One claw-filled hand reached up to touched her cheek. Illisa flinched
from it, but it followed. It was dry and cold, a long-dead body
moving under its own will. One claw traced her cheekbone to her lips,
caressing them even as she felt herself trembling.

"W-What do you want with me?"

The claw stroked gently back, teasing the edge of her ear. The
intense necromantic energies from the lich were tingling across her
skin, driving her heartbeat into a frantic pounding against her ribs.

"To give you a choice, Illisa."

She gulped hard, feeling tears forming in her eyes.

"A choice?"

"Yes... a choice. To be my companion in the coming years."

"Why?"

A faint smile, "You like that question."

She said nothing, frightened beyond the ability to speak. The lich
traced the curve down the edge of her neck, trailing along the collar
bone before slipping down. She could feel the sharp point tracing the
edges of her cleavage, to the fabric of her bra.

"You survived. Instead of dying, you adapted. Maybe, in the long
years, you will continue to adapt instead of letting time drag you
down into insanity."

Illisa whimpered as she felt his clawed hand cut through the front of
her bra, releasing the pressure against her breasts. They swelled
with freedom, straining against her blouse. He grinned, the dry
breath brushing against her face.

"Please... please let me go."

Winsil shook his head, "My dear Illisa. There are only two ways out
of this and one of them is to accept my offer."

"And the-" She never finished her sentence. Claws pressed against her
press, almost piercing the skin. She could feel the raw energies of
the lich raging against her, held in check as a mute threat against
her very soul.

Her realization halted his spell and he rotated his hand, to press
the cool palm against the side of her breast. With a delicate swoop,
he slid his hand underneath her blouse, pushing the fabric side until
she felt it rubbing against her nipple. The tiny nub hardened
underneath his slide and he cupped her mound. Claws touched slightly
against her side. His other hand reached up to part the fabric of her
blouse, spreading against her other breast and exposing it to the
cool air of the violated academy.

"You are very beautiful, Illisa. A sight for ancient eyes."

Tears dripped from her eyes, dribbling down her cheeks to splash
against his dry skin. She watched it soak in as the hand twisted
around her breast, teasing both nipples up to hardness in a few
seconds.

"I don't want to die."

Surprising compassion in the dry voice startled her.

"I know, but I need you more."

Hand hands continued, caressing her breasts as he stared down at her
body. Slowly, his right hand drew forward to rest the claws against
the strap of her skirt. Illisa felt the pressure grow, then the sound
of tearing cloth. Not a single point cut her, but the skirt soon
slipped off her hips, hanging from the pressure of her holding
against the wall. The claws curled further down, catching the tip of
her red thong.

He looked back into her eyes, a smile on his lips. "Not school
dress."

Illisa started to response, then sobbed. Tears rolled down her
cheeks, splashing against her breasts. He didn't move, watching her
until the sobbing finally faded into sniffles. Winsil's left hand
slipped off her breasts to brush away the tears from her eyes,
stroking the cheek as he lifted her chin. Illisa resisted for a
moment, then looked into the two points of undead eyes. He spoke
softly, a rasp of noise in the darkness of the hall.

"Illisa. You have a choice. You either accept your death here and
now, or you fight it. If you fight, it will end. Forever."

A few final tears dripped from her eyes and off her jaw, "I don't
want to choose. I want to live."

He smiled, but there was no humor in it, "I know, but that isn't an
option."

The claws around her thong pushed down and she felt him pulling the
fabric away from her skin. Cool air rushed in, filling the gap and
stirring the tiny curls of blond hair below. His gesture brought it
even further out, until the bottom began to press firmly against her
labia. To her surprise, she felt a tingle of excitement growing deep
inside, flaring out to her hips and sex. It curled up her spine,
quickening her breath as she focused on the lich's eyes.

"Please... please don't."

"Illisa, you must choose."

Slashing through the darkness, the sound of ripping fabric was loud
and hard. The strap of her thong shuddered and fell away until it
hung heavily on her hips. The strip down the middle tightened for a
moment, outlining the slit of her sex against the fabric before it
fell down. The back of her thong remained against her hips, resting
on her ass while being pinned against the wall.

Illisa shuddered as the cool skin pressed against her stomach, right
above her sex. The faint pricks of claws caressed her as the palm
worked down, through the curls. The thumb, tipped with a cool claw,
caressed the tip of her slit, right above the protection of her
clitoris.

Sniffing, she begged him to stop. Winsil didn't. His thumb gently
parted the outer folds and stroked along her inner lips. The delicate
smells of her excitement, her body fighting against her, drifted up
as his thumb pushed through the dampness to rest against the hard
bump of her excitement.

A soft, dry whisper. "Choose."

"No."

The thumb caressed again, stroking down to find the opening of her
sex, the claw gently caressed along the edge, but he made no effort
to enter, just to circle around it in slow, maddening spirals. She
sobbed but no tears came.

"Please don't."

He repeated himself, "Choose."

Winsil's thumb continued to caress her, finding tiny motes of
pleasure that grew quickly into something more exciting. Illisa tried
to look away, but the burning eyes refused her escape. She realized
the pleasure was growing too fast, her hips were slowly rocking
against the gentle ministrations. His upper hand continued to hold
her chin in place, surprisingly gentle for a creature who killed
hundreds of people in the last hour.

He changed his words slightly. "If you accept, it won't hurt. Only
pleasure."

"Why?"

He smiled, his thumb drawing more of her juices into the gentle,
endless circles. His palm pressed against the top of her sex, rubbing
through her outer folds to the center of her pleasure.

"Because you are beautiful. And bright and capable. You would be a
worthy companion for me."

"If I... resist?"

He stopped moving, denying her the pleasure. His smile faded as he
spoke tersely.

"Then it will hurt. Hurt more and longer than anything you have ever
felt."

Illisa glared at him, "What kind of choice is that?"

A faint glimmer of smile returned, "One I hope you make."

His finger returned to the circle, rubbing and caressing. The sharp
claw never entered her, never threatened, but it teased her folds
with every circle. Illisa fought back a moan, trying to remember she
was being fingered by the undead.

Her choice was made when he leaned forward, dry lips close to hers.
His whisper brushed dryly against her face.

"Choose."

"Ye-" the word caught in her throat. Gulping, she forced it out as he
stared down into her eyes, "Yes."

The smile grew on his face, his fingering continuing the small
circles around her now soaked opening. Soft sounds of slurping
drifted up between them as she moaned softly, rocking against his
fingers. His upper hand released her chin, sliding along her neck to
push one edge of the blouse and bra strap off her shoulder. It caught
against the wall and her other for a movement before brought the
lower hand. It smelled of her scent, her excitement, as it pushed the
remains of her clothes off her other shoulder. Slowly, Illisa leaned
forward, letting the fabric of her outfit flutter to the ground,
pooling unseen below her.

Her breath was coming in short gasps, surprised by the growing
excitement and anticipation of death. The glowing eyes refused to let
her look away, but she felt his hands drop to hers, wrapping around
gently before bringing them to his crotch. Illisa whispered softly as
her hands began to work the buttons of his pants.

"This isn't needed, is it?"

Winsil hesitated, then whispered back, "No."

She felt a faint smile crossing her lips as she felt his cock slip
out, huge and smooth and thick. Her fingers caressed the tip, but
found no opening, just a smooth head about half the width of her
wrist. The urge to look down grew inside her, but the eyes continue
to hold her gaze.

"Why?"

"Because you are beautiful."

In response, Illisa stroked both hands down, exploring the long thick
member inside her grip. Not a single ridge marred WInsil's cock, only
smooth and hard, like a swollen sausage. Her hand moved some distance
before she found the parched skin base. Two balls, each one shriveled
up to a grape-sized member, hung tightly against the base. Illisa
frowned as she explored it, feeling tiny trembles ripple through his
body as she did.

"How?"

"For you... for this."

Moving as he spoke, Winsil reached down with his hands, between the
smooth skin of her legs, and gently parted them. Illisa moaned softly
as he lifted her up, spreading her legs at the same time. The harsh
lines of the wall behind her dug into her back, but there was nothing
she could do. The lich didn't even strain as he spread her legs as
far as they would comfortably go. Her sex felt exposed, cold. It also
felt aching for something she knew would come. He leaned forward and
she felt the smooth, rounded tip caressing her opening. Another moan
escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, focusing on the image in her
head as it positioned near the opening, the smooth, swollen head
slipping back and forth before finding the slick entrance.

Winsil paused for a moment, then drew forward, easing the thickness
into her sex. It felt snug and delicious against her opening, barely
stretching it but stroking along every nerve of pleasure. It
continued to slip deeper inside, filling her up with cool hardness
that moved slickly further.

She let loose with a long gasp of pleasure as he lowered her on his
shaft, a slow, torturous movement that forced her to enjoy every
centimeter, every pulse of her heated body against his strong,
unresisting cock. Frication grew, but it continued to slip into her,
lubricated by her own juices. It burrowed deeper, moving the
thickness until she felt it reaching the limits of her sex. It
continued to push further, until her depths began to mold around the
thick smoothness. Illisa gasped against as she felt his base press
against her opening, holding his cock inside her as her inner walls
twitched around the stretching invader.

Illisa moaned softly as she felt her body releasing tiny spasms
around it. Her words came out in a single breath.

"Not very slick."

He held her as he pressed slightly in, "You have enough."

Then, with horrible clarity, she felt the thick sausage of his cock
slipping out, leaving her. An empty void left itself behind as he
drew out. When half his length abandoned her, he leaned forward and
buried it again. This time, it slid in faster, finding that wonderful
point where it pressed and rubbed against every secret sensation.
Then another strong, half way and back. She jerked with the
sensation, moaning as she felt the spasms of pleasure spiking deep
inside her.

Winsil's stroking grew steadily faster, plunging deeper into her body
until she was panting with fast whimpers of pleasure. Her arms
stretched up above her, pressing down on the hard stone surface in
time with his movements. His own hands pushed further around, cupping
her hips better as he pulled her out slightly, for longer thrusts
into her spasming sex. Every movement ended with a tiny pause inside
her sex, letting it squeeze and tremble into position before he drew
it out to plunge it back into her.

Soon, Illisa gasped out with an incredible orgasm that tore through
her. Every thought, every sensation focused on that hard, smooth
shaft. It slammed in and out of her with steady stroked, each one
pulling her further from the wall to drive even deeper into her body.
She was helpless against it, rocking back and forth on his cock as he
drove more and more pleasure into her system, almost overwhelming her
with ecstasy.

Illisa realized that he continued to pull her away, but her fingers
were barely touching the stone. Eyes she never remembered closing,
flew open to see zombies, those in the hallway, surrounding her,
holding her off the ground. She started to panic, but the thrusting
cock interrupted her movements. It drove harder, slapping against her
skin as the thick, swollen intruder continued to attack every iota of
pleasure burning in her body. In a matter of seconds, she allowed the
zombies to hold her, their hands forming a bed as the lich rammed his
cock in and out of her soaked, slurping hole.

As a second spike of pleasure reached its caress, she felt the first
mouth against her. Rotted flesh pressing against her breasts. The
orgasm crashed into her before she could response, surging through
her veins as her lover, her undead lover, stuffed his cock into her
body with hard, fast strokes that shook her from tail to head. It
filled her with heat, every vein gasping for more when it slipped
out.

Winsil continued to ride her.

More hands were on her, sucking on her breasts, thighs, legs, and
arms. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see a girl from another class,
now as an animated zombie, reach down to kiss her lips. Winsil drove
hard into her and she gasped into the kiss, finding cool lips
pressing against her own. She moaned into the embrace, kissing back
as she felt the lich release her legs to the other zombies. They
spread them, giving him more access to pound and slam into her,
filling her up with incredible pleasures before drawing out. More
zombies took her arms and spread them out, kissing them on their own
as they held her. Soon, Illisa was spread-eagle in the hallway,
zombies holding her in every direction and a lich, one of the most
powerful undead, fucking her with endless pleasures.

The intensity of hundreds of cool kissing and sucking against almost
every centimeter of skin, along with the powerful driving of Winsil's
pleasure, drove her into another orgasm. Sexuality energy flared
through her, burning away all sensations as she let loose with one of
the most powerful screams in her life. The zombie at her lips danced
down, kissing along her chin to nuzzle against her throat. Illisa
screamed again, spasming in the endless arms, begging wordless for
more pleasure, more anything. Her sex felt like a volcano, burning
and squeezing against the hardness that plunged in and out with
necromantic force.

Illisa felt something new. Her throat felt suddenly hot. The zombie
kissing her lifted up her mouth and she saw something drip off. Hot
and red. It was blood...

Her blood.

No pain, just heat. The zombie dropped back down, nuzzling harder
against her neck and she felt her scream turn into a gurgle. Flares
of heat exploded from her body as zombies bit down. Winsil reached up
to grab her hips, to hold her tightly as he pounded even faster into
her body, riding her faster than any mortal can. But the bites were
also growing. She felt her felt being torn away from skin as the
zombies began to feast. Blood splashed across her vision, but she
could only let loose with a gurgling scream as a new crest of
sensation tore into her: the pleasure of death. Winsil finally
groaned and she felt his cock explode inside her.

It wasn't liquid, it wasn't even the dust of a dead man. Instead, it
was the incredible heat of pure necromantic energy, exploding through
her body and soul as it burned away her life. The zombies fed on her
body, gathering energy until they glowed with visible light, but
Illisa was lost in the crest of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Endless waves of force battered her, pounded into her. Even as the
dull ripping of flesh faded into the sounds of cracking bones, she
felt it gather around her, wrapping around her thoughts and the
bright spark of her soul. It carried her away as she felt herself
watching, and feeling, her body being eaten. Organs were torn out and
messily swallowed, but she rode in the pleasures of magical pleasure.

It was over soon. Her body gone, torn apart and consumed by hundreds
of zombies. Each one stood there, glowing with red power, waiting for
a command. And Winsil, staring at her with some incredible emotion in
her eyes.

Illisa frowned and then realized she could frown. Her gaze looked
down at the remains of her corpse, a few strips of blood-soaked
fabric and nothing else. Slowly, she lifted a hand to her vision.

It was her skin, but translucent. The wall and zombies could be seen
through it. Curious and almost fearing it, she lifted her other hand
to her sight. It was the same, almost solid but translucent. Faint
wisps of milky skin could be seen, but barely. Trembling, she looked
down at her naked body. Breasts pushed up, full as they were in life.
Even the curls of her pubic hair greeted her, but they were silver in
color, brighter than the translucent flesh below. Even her feet were
there, standing a few inches above the ground.

Frowning, she tried to feel the floor, but there was nothing. She
concentrated and felt herself lowering, until the cool floor caressed
her feet. Reaching up, she pulled down a few strands of silver hair,
translucent as the rest of her and stared at it in shock.

"How...?"

Winsil stared at her, along with the empty expressions of the
zombies. He shook his head slowly, a slow smile growing on his face.

"A specter. Most unexpected."

"A specter?" Her lessons came to her, of a magically powerful ghost
with incredible abilities. Many specters matched a lich in power, but
they also were able to move through walls. Curious, she reached back
pushed her hand into the wall. Curling around, she drew it back and
watched wisps of ectoplasm reform in her arm.

"I'm a specter?"

Winsil nodded slowly and she could feel his stunned emotions.
Favoring him with a smile, she spoke in her soft trill of a voice.

"Is this what you expected?"

"No. The others became zombies like the others."

Illisa felt a strange flare of pleasure in her, almost pride.

"Then I guess you better treat me well."

"Why?"

She laughed, "That is my question."

Winsil grinned again, "Why?"

"Because I'm going to be the best companion ever."



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