Aconite and the Draugar by NyQuil_Tofu

Aconite and the Draugar by NyQuil_Tofu,

(Once again, this chapter has a bit of setup. If you want to skip right to the good stuff, look for this symbol: 🌸 enjoy~)

A narrow, dusty corridor with cobwebs stretched out from the doorway. Aconite cautiously checked for traps on the walls and tapped the floor with her feet, finding nothing. As the light from the amphitheater faded, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She heard the faint sound of shuffling feet in the distance, causing her to grip the hilt of her sword as she moved forward. At the end of the corridor was a dimly lit room with a shielded ceiling, prompting her to get down on her knees for a closer look.

A figure stood about a yard from the bottom of the stairs.

Aconite once again clutched her sword’s hilt, waiting for the figure to make its move. After a moment, the figure turned and shuffled out of sight, its movements stiff and unnatural.

Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say that its movements were supernatural.

It was a draugr.

Having learned her lesson, Aconite tested the first step with a gentle press of her foot. When the stairs didn’t collapse into a slide, she put half her weight on it. When that, too, proved safe, she knelt entirely on the first step. When the step accepted her full weight without issue, it put her mind at ease. She crept most of the way down the stairs, clinging to the wall to remain as hidden as possible. Each step revealed more and more of the next room. The thing that concerned Aconite most was what lurked within.

She spotted four draugar right away. They shuffled about the room with purpose. They swayed their heads from side to side, milky dead eyes surveying their surroundings, movements rigid but not mindless. They wore the tattered remains of armor from centuries past, rusted, dented, torn, disintegrating into dust. Some of them still had a few wiry locks of hair rooted to their leathery scalps, while others were bald as stones. Most eye-catching of all, they had vulgar flowers growing from their bodies. Aconite shuddered. She wasn’t sure if they could feel anything, but just the thought of the roots crawling under her skin sent shivers up her back. She returned her focus to the task at hand. The room consisted of another long hallway, with only shallow alcoves and half-pillars bulging from the walls to serve as hiding spots. There may have been secret passageways or traps, but from where she knelt, she couldn’t be certain. The shadows shifted as more draugar moved about. She took a few more steps and counted them as best she could. She could see six from her position, but she couldn’t see the end of the room. There could be a dozen or more if she was unlucky. She tightened her grip on her hilt. She would try to sneak through first. If that didn’t work, she’d have to fight like hell. At the very least, draugar were simple to dispatch. Moving slowly, she crept down the last few steps and entered the hall.

Two draugar marched back and forth down the hall, moving in opposite directions. She stopped her advance and pressed herself beside a pillar as the one closest to her came near. It looked around, noticed nothing, and turned back. She waited another few seconds before moving forward once more. A third draugr on the other side of the corridor was knelt in the corner. It stroked a vulgar flower sprouting from the floor with the same affection one might show a cat. She held her breath as she crept past it. She heard the sound of deathly moaning. When she looked, she saw two more draugar pressed against the wall, one on top of the other. She wondered, momentarily forgetting where she was, if they were fighting, as if somehow the magic that kept them serving the dungeon had been corrupted, and now they were at each other’s throats. But as she came closer, she realized that they were mating. Fluid ran between their legs, though it was nothing like what she had seen on a human body. She scurried along, desperate to escape the spectacle. In her haste, she hadn’t even bothered to look where she was going. She ran right into a pair of leathery legs.

“RARGH!”

The draugr fell backward, collapsing on top of Aconite and sending them both to the ground. She could feel every soulless eye in the room on her. She launched herself towards the end of the corridor, the draugr falling off of her and hitting the ground with a clank, a sharp hand clawing at her ass. As she feared, more draugar awaited her. They lunged at her, their bony hands open wide. Aconite unsheathed her sword. Two were upon her. She slashed them down with ease, sharp steel cutting through ancient leather armor like paper. Another one jumped at her. She stabbed it through the chest and dropped it to the ground. Two more emerged from the shadows. She carved one, stabbed the other, but before she could turn around, she felt hands about her throat. They pulled her scarf down before she could get away.

Aconite expected to smell the stench of death. Though the decaying process in draugar had been paused, halted by the magic that bound them to the tombs they served, they still had a tendency to have a stomach-churning odor. Instead, she was met with an intoxicatingly sweet smell. It was hard to describe. It seemed to change, to pulsate and mutate with every breath. It was the scent of mead. It was the fragrance of spring. It was the aroma of a lover’s sweat.

It was the smell of desire.

Aconite shut her eyes and pulled her scarf back over her nose. She expected to feel more draugar upon her in the interim, but none came. One second felt like full minutes. Her body grew warm, her breath, heavy. She opened her eyes. What she saw stunned her.

🌸The chamber had turned bright. Instead of shambling corpses with papery lips and rotting teeth, she saw beautiful adventurers still in their prime. They were still the draugar. On some level, she knew that, but she wondered how she could have been so blind to their beauty. Their dusty, undead growls had become soft, lustful moans. A swarthy man with doe eyes and shimmering dark hair coaxed her scarf back down. She took a breath, filling her lungs with more of that sweet air. His hands ran down her frozen body to her hips, and he began tugging her leather trousers down. She resisted at first, until a pair of refreshing cool lips pressed themselves to her cheek. When she looked, she saw a beautiful blonde woman standing beside her.

She let them pull her trousers down to her knees, stopped only by her greaves.

They guided her to her hands and knees. She let them. She could feel herself growing shamefully damp between her legs. The blonde woman sank down and disappeared from view. Not a moment later, something leisurely tugged on her trousers.Then, Aconite felt a tongue stroke her clit.

“Ooh!~”

The draugar laughed. The swarthy man disappeared behind her as well. He set a hand on her hip as he teased her entrance with his cock. Already her breathing became labored, and each breath was sweet. A third draugr, one with snowy white hair, knelt in front of her. He held his cock to her lips, tracing her mouth with his tip. Shyly, she stuck out her tongue just enough to touch it.

The draugr hummed with approval.

“Are you ready?” one of them said. Or, maybe she just thought they said it.

“Y-Yes.”

The blonde draugr wrapped her lips around Aconite’s clit as the swarthy draugr pushed his cock into her quim. At the same time, the white-haired draugr pushed his cock into her mouth.

“Mm~”

It started off slow – save for the woman between Aconite’s legs. The draugr behind her pumped her gently while the white-haired one let her tongue and lips do all the work. It was a soft, lovely thing, almost like a candy. She had never known that having a cock in her mouth could be so enjoyable. Paired with the one gently massaging her slit, it was something of a miracle that she wasn’t laughing like a hyena. She wished she had just left that bloody scarf at home!

The two male draugar picked up speed. The one in front of her gently filled her mouth. The one behind her pushed his cock deeper inside of her, stroke by stroke, until their hips connected. She moaned. The white-haired draugr playfully thrusted in response. His tip brushed the back of her throat. She expected to gag, but she didn’t. It was as if her ability to perceive discomfort had completely vanished. She tentatively took more of his cock, testing her tolerance, and welcomed it into her throat.

Then all bets were off.

The white-haired draugr grabbed the sides of her head and thrusted his cock down her throat. The one behind her set both hands on her hips and plunged his full length into her. At the same time, the blonde between her legs sucked her clit with the ferocity of a vortex.

Aconite nearly collapsed. She would have, were it not for the hands on her. It was frightening at first, but after that first pang of panic, she found herself moaning with delight again. It was as if an itch she couldn’t reach was being scratched, as if an ache she had carried was finally beginning to leave her. The draugar thrusted with long, smooth, quick mostions. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. Their cocks filled her, stroking every inch of her cunt and plunging down her throat. Meanwhile, the woman between her legs sucked hungrily, sending wave after wave of pure bliss through Aconite’s body. Her limbs quaked. She panted, the white-haired man’s cock muffling her moans. The itch was satisfied. She climaxed, and then the draugar men did, too.

Their emissions weren’t terribly warm. In fact, they were almost cool as they filled her pussy and throat. What filled her mouth was sweet like honey or nectar, nothing like actual semen. And when the white-haired draugr pulled away, she saw something golden gleam on his tip.

Aconite moved to get up. The experience left her more than satisfied. But before she could get far, two pairs of hands settled on her shoulders.

“Look at her,” they seemed to say, and she followed their gaze to the blonde.

She had crawled away from Aconite and lay flat on her back, arms over her head, legs spread in anticipation.