Aconite looked at the draugar who held her arms. One was the white-haired man who had fed her his seed, and the other was a man with coppery red hair that tumbled down his back in waves. He walked behind her, out of sight. They both guided her down towards the blonde, her pretty pink vulva enticing Aconite to come closer. Suddenly, she was less eager to leave. Besides, it was only fair for her to return the favor. She started to lick dutifully, a bit of the sweet honey still caught in her teeth dripping from her lips.
Not a moment later, another cock entered her. The soft clap of his thighs against hers filled the chamber. It made her forget about the draugr beneath her, until a hand on the back of her head guided her to resume her goal. It was hard maintaining focus. Her tongue twitched, unable to hold still in the face of these new sensations. She traced the draugr’s labia. They were like the petals of a flower. Her clit was a small, cute thing, a bright pink bump that fit between Aconite’s lips like a candy. She sucked and licked it in much the same way she did the white-haired draugr’s cock. The blonde moaned with delight. She sounded like a spring breeze.
“Uhn!” The copper-haired draugr slammed his hips against Aconite’s and filled her with his seed. He pulled out, and not a moment later, another cock was inside of her.
Aconite moaned. This one was short but thick, filling her quite comfortably and hitting every spot it needed to. She wiggled her hips against it, trying to get the angle just right, as her tongue began to explore the blonde draugr’s insides.
“G-Good!” the blonde draugr seemed to croak. “Ah! So good!”
Aconite was proud of herself. She ran her tongue in broad circles, feeling every wall she could reach. The blonde woman was just as sweet as her white-haired companion. She reached down and stroked her clit as Aconite continued to feast, and before long, she was arching her back and moaning with glee.
A pair of arms pulled Aconite upright. It was the draugr who was inside of her now, a rugged man with curly wolf-grey hair and beard. His thrusts were slow and steady, more like love-making than mating. It was only then that she realized how good he truly felt. He began to kiss her, and she kissed him back, their tongues dancing for a short time before a shape appeared over them.
When Aconite looked, she saw another draugr, this one a woman with curly red hair and an ample breast. She took another step forward, pressing her groin to Aconite’s face before hiking up her skirt to reveal her own dripping quim. Aconite leaned forward and took her clit between her lips, licking and sucking it as best she could given the awkward angle.
The three remained like that for a time, Aconite working on the busty redhead until her tongue was sore while the grey-haired man pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. The redhead was the first to finish. She threw her head back and sighed with satisfaction, a thick, clear fluid falling from between her thighs and spattering on the floor. She stepped away. The grey-haired man started stroking Aconite’s clit as his thrusts became faster. Aconite’s chest heaved. She began to whine with pleasure. Then, just as she climaxed, and another shot of the nectar filled her.
The draugr pulled out. Aconite sat back. She could feel the semen beginning to flow from her. She looked around the chamber. The draugar who had already fucked her began getting familiar with one another again, some pairing off, others joining couples to form groups of three. For a moment, lucidity returned to her, and she wondered if this happened every time an adventurer wandered through this part of the tomb. Then, a force guided her to lay down. When she looked, she saw another draugr, this one another woman with long white hair that tumbled all the way down her back, kneeling over her. The draugr smiled warmly. She seemed to say, “My turn,” before kneeling over Aconite’s face.
Aconite didn’t have time to be surprised. Her tongue went right to work exploring this draugr’s cunt. The draugr cradled her head appreciatively, a long, ghost-like sigh passing through her lips.
A moment later, something pushed Aconite’s feet up into the air. When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t see anything but the draugr on top of her, though it did seem as if the woman was holding something now. Then, Aconite felt a finger inside of her. She shivered. It traced her languidly, as if it was trying to study as much of her vagina as it could. It stopped after a moment. A few seconds passed. Then, it was back.
The white-haired draugr started to grind. Aconite wiggled her tongue wildly. She wanted to finish her off so she could see what was being done to her. The draugr shifted downward, and Aconite pinched the draugr’s clit between her lips and sucked with the same ferocity as what the blonde had done to her. The finger traced her for a third time, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. After the fifth time, the white-haired draugr’s body finally shook. Aconite stopped. The draugr stood, letting go of Aconite’s ankles as she did so. When Aconite looked, she saw the blonde draugr again, kneeling beside her, one finger coated in the golden semen.
Aconite sat up. The five draugar she had slain were laid flat on their backs in an alcove not far from her feet. They had golden residue on their lips. They looked as if they were sleeping. The blonde pointed her golden finger towards them. Somehow, Aconite knew what she had to do.
She crawled to the first draugr in the line. His cock had just started to stiffen, looking like a wilted vegetable. She took his tip between her lips and sucked gently, but dutifully. She didn’t think anything would happen. She had killed him, after all, and concluded that this act would only appease the ones still “alive.” But then, to her surprise, the cock began to swell in her mouth. That’s it, she thought, this pollination is the key to reviving them! She dragged her lips along his shaft, welcoming it deep into her throat, eager to fix her mistake. He started to moan. She bobbed her head faster, releasing his cock and gulping it back down with such speed she made herself dizzy. A pair of hands came to rest on the back of her head. His cock twitched. She sucked down as much of the cock as she could, but the hands pushed her back until the tip popped out of her throat. It twitched again. Then, a burst of sweet nectar filled her mouth. She gently sucked the tip, coaxing out more and more until there was nothing left to give.
She started to swallow when a voice said, “Not all of it!”
She looked over her shoulder. The blonde woman pointed to the remaining bodies.
Somehow Aconite understood that she had to deliver the sample to all of them.
She crawled over to the next draugr. A bit of the nectar still clung to her cheeks and teeth. She pressed her lips to his tip and brought it into her mouth slowly, careful not to lose any of what she had left. She bobbed her head along the shaft, feeling once again as it came to life between her lips, letting it press against her cheeks. Before she could finish, the blonde woman pulled her away.
“H-Hey, he isn’t done yet!”
“They’re waking up,” the blonde said, “keep going.”
So Aconite moved to the third draugr in line. She repeated the process on him and on the fourth, sucking until they were hard, circling her mouth with their tips to collect as much residual nectar as she could offer. By the fifth, she had nothing left. Still, she tried to get him hard. She licked his shaft from base to tip, coating every inch of his cock. She circled his tip with her tongue, feeling the way it curved and dimpled. She put it between her lips and sucked firmly, as if she was trying to reach into the realm beyond and suck him back to the material world. She tried to stroke, but in her daze, only pulled the cock out of her mouth by mistake. Just when she was about to give up, a finger stroked her entrance. She quivered. The blonde knelt beside her again, then reached over and applied a bit of the nectar from between Aconite’s thighs to the draugr’s tip. Finally, his cock began to rise.
But he would need more.
The blonde woman stepped away. Aconite awkwardly sat on the draugr’s lap. With her leather trousers still down to her knees, she had to sit backwards, facing away from him. She felt his cock slide into her. She began to ride him slowly at first, leaning forward and then back, raising and then lowering herself, feeling the draugr’s cock stroke her walls. She hummed with delight. Although it was awkward, it felt so good.
The sound of shifting armor filled the air. Aconite looked to the far end of the line. The first of the dispatched draugar stood as if nothing had happened. He strode out of the alcove and back into the hall to join the others. The second stood, then the third, and then the fourth, but there was something different about them. They were slower than the others, moving as if in pain. They hadn’t fully healed just yet.
Then, they turned their sights on Aconite.
She paused, hips connected with the draugr’s.
The three wounded draugar stumbled towards Aconite. They surrounded her, looking down expectantly, but with not a trace of malice in their eyes. She looked down from their faces to the erections between their thighs.
They still needed to be finished.
She reached out both hands, wrapping her fingers gently around the cocks on either side of her. The third draugr set his hand on the side of her head as she took his tip between. She was a bit intimidated at first. One of the draugar in her grasp began to thrust, while the other grabbed her wrist and helped her hand along. The one in front of her prodded her mouth with his cock, and the one beneath her, finally conscious again, grabbed her by the hips and began moving her up and down his length. She began stroking the two shafts in her hands. She licked the cock in her mouth as it passed over her tongue. And she clenched the muscles between her legs as the draugr’s cock pulsed inside of her. This was what she had to do to make up for what she had done to them. Yes, she thought, let me repent. The draugar sighed with delight, and Aconite did as well. She felt their cocks twitch and throb with anticipation, heavy from desire, just waiting for the stimulation to reach its peak.
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