"Hngh..." Hate and delight are mixed in the female ghost's sigh as Zendak is led down a winding stone staircase, deeper and deeper into the Earth, the spectral glow of his servants lighting the way. The halfling's ears pop, as he reaches the bottom - a stone chamber with a single sarcophagus. He sees, to his surprise, necromantic sigils carved into the walls.
"G-Goddess..." Luthiel moans as Elbereth's lips leave hers, moving to latch around the nipple Eran's fingers abandoned, suckling readily in time with Eran's own flicks and squeezes towards the dark beauty's clit. Luthiel cries out softly as Eran's finger gently presses into her ass. "N-Not there..." She gives a pleasant, melodious and somewhat uncharacteristically girly whine, as Eran explores her rear.
Eran continued to tease Luthiel's clit and back door, enjoying her soft moans. He soon added kissing Luthiel's neck to the mix. Then he shifted his body a bit and the tip of his hard cock ended up poking her nether lips. He did not go further than that, though, instead choosing to wait and see what the dark-skinned elf would do. Would she beg him to fuck her? Or would she willingly impale her tight pussy on his hard rod? Both were possible and he was fine with either option...
"Not, hngh, the first time...you've tasted me..." Macek grins, blood spraying from his mouth as she impales him, before he collapses onto the floor with a dull thud. Claudia exhales - exhausted and covered in blood, but alive and victorious.
"Lady Caterina." The female ghost explains. "I am Rothbord, and this is Canit." The older ghost introduces himself and his son. Zendak barely notices them, focused on the sigils. They're written in a very old necromantic script that he can recognise, but can't read, from a time when necromancy was a less refined art, and involved demonic power rather than pure skill on the user. As a result, ancient necromancy was stronger, but had greater risks, including possession. Looking at the etchings, he identifies the words "tomb" and "power", the characters similar to more modern scripts.
Eran feels the other elf press her backside against him, before lifting her hips and reaching down to grab his manhood. As she drops her hips, he feels her insides, slick, tight walls clinging to his manhood. She gasps in delight, raising herself up, before dropping back down.
Claudia just sits on the ground heavy breathing, her heart beating like crazy as she slowly calms down. This was madness and super risky but somehow she managed to win. Claudia splitting blood from her mouth, wanting to getting rid off this terrible taste. She was naked and covered in blood and sweat but she managed to get rid of three bandits, which was huge success. Claudia slowly stands up, tired and dirty, she doesn’t want to put on her clothes and armour before she cleans herself. She get to looking for some rags and water to clean herself from stinky blood and sweat, before she gets to dress up.
Moving along the elven ruins, she finds herself before a a stone fountain, covered and adorned with various carvings of beautiful, buxom elves, barely chipped away by time. The water isn't the cleanest, but isn't brackish or stagnant - good enough to clean blood away, at the very least. She shivers softly as the water flows over her body, a water feature acting as an impromptu shower.
„Damit, who is it”? She asked herself as she leave the fountain, cold and wet. Claudia squeezed her wet hair from water and used some rags to dry her face.
Eran groaned in pleasure as Luthiel impaled her pussy on his hard cock. Damn she's tight! he though as he enjoyed the feeling for a bit. After the dark-skinned elf came down a few more times he began to thrust upward, meeting her and burying his entire length inside her every time she came down. He continued to tease her clit with one hand and at the same time began slowly forcing a finger in her back door in preparation for eventually claiming her other hole as well.
"Hmm~" A necromantic runes in elven tomb. How curious.
The sound of steel on stone continues, getting louder and louder as the intruder gets closer. Struggling to get on her boots, Claudia manages to dart beside a doorway before the intruder gets close. Peeking out, she sees him arrive in the courtyard, the new figure clad in the steel that glints in the sun, a full set of plate armor complete with a visored helmet, chain mail glinting in the joints. In his hands he carries a mace with a well decorated tip, and a shield emblazoned with an eagle crest. He moves slowly into the courtyard, approaching the bodies of Macek's two lackeys, keeping his distance as he prods them with the mace to make certain they're dead.
Eran feels Luthiel's back against his chest, hot sweat rubbing along his lean physique, feeling the pleasure as he drives himself up and inside her over and over again. Her rim resists valiantly against his attempts to get inside her ass, but finally relents as he's able to press his finger up and inside her, prompting an even louder moan from her. Steam rises amongst them, and the heat combined with the strenuous physical activity creates a hazy, dizzy feeling, Eran's head tingling deliciously every time he rams himself inside the other elf and hears her cry out in delight. "G-Goddess, going to-" Her moans are breathy. Through the steam, he sees Luthiel's friend lick her lips, gazing at the two of them with delighted curiosity.
"Y-Yes, we can, ooh, make a d-deal..." The room resounds with the pleasing crack of the elf's palm against the noblewoman's breasts as he slaps her, her eyes closing and body shuddering. He feels her clench around him, her pussy gripping his invading member like a vise as he drives her to an unwanted, but powerful, orgasm. "Oh Gods..." She makes a wailing sob between clenched teeth, her breasts continuing to bounce hypnotically every time he thrusts inside her. "W-Whatever, ooh, you're being paid... I can make it up to you..."