AN: As I said yesterday, folks, It's an NSFW chapter and it's much different from all the torture and rape I usually throw at your eyes. There will probably be more like this, as I would love to switch it around every now and again. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy writing it all for you, but I can only do so much with rapes and tortures before it becomes repetitive.
As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.
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It would take naught, but three full turns of the sun to extract everything from the mind of the golem. Which meant three full turns of torture for one such as it, and many times it begged me to stop or release it from such a torment to its mind, body, and essence. Know this, my dear audience, I was more thorough in my desire to extract knowledge from another than I have ever been. For you see, these sorts of abilities required everything to work properly, which included the most minute of details, and I would strive to have it all.
Ah, but even though it would take three full turns of torture and agony for my magicks to relieve the golem of its gift, it would take a full sennight to incorporate said gift into my own mind. Within this sennight, however, I had taken on my sword body somehow, and would later be told it was suggested by Brutus as we were within an open area. There was also another problem, I was unresponsive during this process, and would remain so even as they trekked towards the den of the Scarabs. Of which was the name of these wolf-like creatures given by those of whom are stronger than they.
It was here that they learned of the single law throughout this world of Azara. Only the strong may rule, and the weak must serve the strong. Thus, a hierarchy was formed without my knowledge, nor ascent. However, Brutus was placed as the head until I returned from my mental seclusion, and no, I shall not tell you what I had to endure. Yes, I understand many are disappointed, but I will not divulge in its many secrets. Instead, I shall be brief, but only when the time comes to interject them into the story.
Now, many of you may be wondering how it was my Lich and Undying servants knew of such things without my telling them. It is quite simple, really. Many of the inhabitants upon this world came in search of the Scarabs, and desired a culling of them. For they had become too great a menace, and was tasked to kill all, but one female and two males. This also included any pups, unless they find a pregnant female. In which case, they are to leave them be in addition to the other three.
For you see, these inhabitants knew very well of the dangers this forest will produce, if one of their main predators is killed off. As many of its herbivores will seek outside of its natural habitat, and wreak havoc upon the crops of these beings the moment their food sources are depleted. Thus, they rely on such predators as the Scarabs to continue to keep the population of said herbivores down. However, they had grown too much, as the pack had become forty and two, and many had branched out to attack their livestock and people.
To this end, they called upon those who were of the profession of "Adventurers" to deal with such a menace. However, they were stopped by my thralls and servant. Many of which were bound tight in the hopes to garner my favour upon them. Which, of course, was given to them, but that is beside the point.
When I emerged from my mental seclusion, Brutus was there to allow everyone in on the knowledge of my awakening, and to come to my side with all due haste. This included the Scarab pack, as its own alphas had to serve Brutus and my Undying to the fullest of their abilities. What is more, they appeared to be confused whenever they did not eat, but would only be told by my person soon enough.
'What is "Undead"?' Mentally asked one of the male Scarab wolves still attached to my mind. This male, along with three others and one female, were the only handful of wolves who were excited to see my body up and about. Whilst the others simply despaired from the fact that I had not died during my seclusion. Of course, they were mentally berated by the five mental children, of whom were the eldest amongst them all and desired greatly to travel with us. For you see, they also desire strength, and believe that by travelling with someone much stronger than they, do they hope in gathering more strength to them.
'An Undead is what I and my servants are. We are the living dead, forever trapped between life and death, never to move onto the next portion of our journeys.' Physically, the wolves sat in front of my skeletal body, whereas within my mind, these five sat upon my mental lap as though I were, but a favourite uncle telling them a story. The others, on the other hand, were within sight of my mental self, but stayed as far away as they possibly could whilst still being able to hear my words. These then transferred such words to the rest of the pack, of whom bristled with anger and much curiosity towards my person.
This anger stemmed from some sort of basics for a religion amongst these creatures, and it was of this belief in a circle of life, that we should be allowed to move on when we perish. However, they would soon learn of the perversion of their ways, when they are told of half their pack was raised from the dead more than a sennight ago. Of course, this angered them greatly, but could do nothing about it, save to shun those of whom had died from the rest of their group. This angered the others, and begged to return to the fold, but were denied repeatedly until I spoke out against such shunning. Thus, they were begrudgingly allowed to return, but were still hated and ousted until I had to personally beat it into their little minds to allow them to stay and be a part of them once more.
Yes, I did sever our connection to one another, save for the five who desired to stay. However, that would not be until later, and I still need to explain why they were curious about my person.
Now, as to their curiosity, they desired greatly as to why and how we became Undead. For this, I simply told them, 'I chose to become as I am today. For my living body was weak, and I desired the strength to do as I see fit, not bind myself to the whims and desires of others. As to my servants? My Undying chose this path, whereas my Lich did not. Instead, I raised him from the grave to continue his service towards my person forevermore.'
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We watched as my mental words spread throughout the rest of the pack, whilst I spoke aloud my words to my servants. I did this solely to watch their reactions, which was only a nod from each, and a flash of gratefulness to be allowed to listen to what was being transmitted throughout the minds of each Scarab. Of course, this was also transferred to the captive "adventurers" by way of a translator amongst their group. During such proceedings, my ever grinning skull had turned towards the bound group on multiple occasions. Each time was to simply look upon them all for no apparent reason, other than to watch their fears strangle them incoherent.
However, when I noticed one of them speaking, my skull slowly turned towards the one who spoke, and my eyes did flare with annoyance towards this being. Of whom wore a particularly odd costume. This one wore a simple and plain black, one-piece dress. Draped across the creature's shoulders was a dull, blue cape with star-like patterns stitched into it in a spiral pattern. What is more, it wore torn, white gloves upon its small hands, scuffed, black pointed shoes upon its feet, and a black, pointed cap upon its crown.
"Curious," my voice shook the earth beneath us, which caused man a wolf to yelp at the sudden shaking, and glance around with a desperate attempt to find the source. To this, I simply chuckled, and moved towards the captive creature with the odd costume about its person. Of course, one of the others, a male of some sort, stood in my way whilst still bound. This action caused it to die, as multiple swords wielded by my Undying pierced its body, just as a rusty blade from a ghostly skeleton slit its throat.
The other captives despaired greatly over the loss of one of their own. Even more so, when the body was removed of anything substantial, and its meat given to the pack to feast upon. To this, they rejoiced over my generosity, and thanked my person many times over. However, I simply did not care about them, as I stood tall over the odd creature with a pointed hat. "You can understand my words," I accused, as the earth beneath our bodies shook greatly enough to warrant the falling of many leaves from the tree branches high above our heads.
By force of will, the creature was lifted towards my person in such a manner which caused the other to conjure up its pathetic magicks to stop my person. However, what came from it was naught, but a small spark of lightning upon my person. From its small show of magicks, I laughed uproariously at such a palour trick upon my self. Of which caused the creature to despair, as a tail peaked out from beneath its dress. "Oh? What is this?"
The tail was lifted, just as the creature's clothing was torn from its body to reveal the small mounds of breasts, and that which is betwixt a female's legs. From this, the female screamed as it tried to cover itself from my curious eyes. However, the force exerted from my will prevented such actions, as its legs and folds were easily spread apart for my discerning eye. "Bah," I cursed, noticing a missing hymen within the creature, as several streams of its body's juices flowed from the stimulation of my will upon her person.
"My Lord God?" Called out Brutus, of whom had summoned a cadre of ghosts to surround the seething "adventurers".
"Rojaahn," my voice thundered with annoyance at the lack of a hymen within such a creature. For you see, my dear audience, that which was spread out before my eyes was none other than a Mouse-kin, but it was not a virgin. Of which angered my person greatly, for the taste of such a creature would become hampered if it its hymen was removed by a male's appendage.
Ah, many of you seem confused, so allow my mind to reiterate for you. As many upon our world of Terra know, the flesh of a mouse-kin is delectable to the point of becoming an addiction. However, that is only if it is a virgin, and goes for both males and females. For you see, the tube within the female that receives a male phallus is the portion of which many have sought after. When prepared correctly, this small piece of meat will cause a being to experience such pleasure which is indescribable. It is commonly referred to as "Sex of the Gods". It is not an aphrodisiac, as it causes one to release fluids almost immediately upon ingestion. Whereas such things causes a burning desire for copulation until they are satisfied.
Whereas the male version of such Kin have their own foreskin and milky orbs sought after by those of whom know how to prepare it. These meats cause the same amount of elation as the female's do, but not many seek them out. As they have grown wise and remove the foreskin upon their birth.
As to why the hymen is important within a female? Not only is it necessary in the creation of the Elixir of Extended Mortality, but without the presence of such a thin piece of flesh, it means the tube has become used to the phalluses of males. Of which will ruin the taste, texture, and dampen the effects of euphoria contained within it.
"Rojaahn," I directed the male bear Undying's eyes towards the female's opened folds. Of whom was weeping greatly as it was forced to endure such treatment.
"Its hymen is missing, Master. Did you-?" He did not complete his thought, as my eyes flared greatly to bathe his body in its crimson glow.
"I know it is missing, Rojaahn. I am merely curious if it is still viable for consumption." Once my words settled in within the mind of the mouse-kin, did it wail for someone to save it, whilst it repeatedly begged for its life. Unfortunately for the screaming creature before us, its cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears.
"I won't know until I reach in there, Master." Of which caused the female to gasp, as the Undying retracted its claws from two fingers, and shoved them deep inside her body. This action caused the female's body to stiffen and release a torrent of its juices upon his arm. To which caused him to lap it up with a contemplated look about his facial features.
More shouts erupted from behind us, and as I turned towards them, I gave an order which caused the mouse-kin to wail, "I only need one of them alive to drain the language from their person. Kill the rest, remove their items, and feed the pack."