"A man," the Necromancer purrs, studying Mordimus slowly from head to toe. "A man has come to visit me. How delicious." She licks her lips and edges closer, stopping barely inches from his face. Mordimus takes a nervous step backward, almost stumbling over the troll felled by a simple touch of the Necromancer's hand. His breath quickens. "He breathes," she sighs, smiling as his breath washes over her dark red lips. "I..." Mordimus begins, "I have come to..." "Shhh," the Necromancer whispers, looking around in the gloom and grinning devilishly. "He doesn't want to wake the dead...does he?" "N-no," Mordimus stammers, suddenly all too aware of the dark shapes huddled in a circle around him. "I...it's just...I have been sent to..." "He speaks!" she says while stifling an unexplained giggle. "This one has much to say. So much to say. But shhh. Hush now, child." She presses a finger to his lips. Instantly Mordimus is consumed by fear. A sharp, tearing pain grips his lip and spreads quickly across his face. Needles of cruelly barbed ice race through his veins. Blackness grips his heart. He wants to die. He yearns for death to release him from this unimaginable pain. The Necromancer removes her finger from his lips. Her eyes grow wide. Her mouth begins to tremble. "He lives!" she whispers. And then she is upon him. He raises his arms in a vain effort to defend himself from the attack. But there is no knife in the dark, no vice-like grip of jaws around his throat. Instead, he feels her hand fumbling for the buckle of his belt. "Oh no!" he cries, achingly aware of her intentions, and the pain that came from a simple touch of her finger to his lips. But then he remembers the final words his Goddess spoke to him after plunging her gift deep inside his heart: She's going to want to do something to you. Let her. And so closes his eyes. And so she has her way with him. Credits: Hair by Koz Bodysuit by ? Bones by Andi3d Gothic Armour and Textures from RDNA Stairs and Floor by me Posed in Poser Rendered in Vue