Necromancer's Graveyard (5)

The newly acquired skill's effects were phenomenal on Slami, who had reached stage 4 growth. The dullahan, touched by Slami's reactive fluids, staggered around, unable to steady her body from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Even a dullahan succumbs to the aphrodisiac?"

At least by my common sense, I'd never heard of undead—made from dead corpses—feeling sensations. Let alone pleasure.

It worked, so that was good, but it still felt like my worldview was being upended.

"...Maybe it's not completely dead."

"Undead aren't made from fully dead corpses?"

"Sometimes necromancers with twisted tastes inject death spirit mana into living bodies to turn them undead. Most can't withstand it and die before reviving as undead, but I've heard tales of those with exceptional mana affinity adapting and becoming undead while still alive."

"So this dullahan is alive?"

Brina shook her head at my words.

"Probably just the minimum parts are kept alive to preserve the ego, while the rest of the flesh is already dominated by death spirit mana as undead. The head's already severed, after all."

"True, hard to call it 'alive' with the head cut off."

Now that I knew the aphrodisiac worked, the truth didn't matter much.

"Anyway, it works, right? Slami!"

"I already knew without ya sayin', dummy master~!"

A tentacle whip with aphrodisiac fluids dripping from its thorny tip lashed indiscriminately toward Jeanne.

Slash—

"Kuh!"

As the enemy's attack flew in, Jeanne reflexively blocked with her mace, and Slami's aphrodisiac fluids splattered onto her exposed skin.

"Cowardly...!"

This wasn't the end Jeanne ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠desired. Though cursed into undeath by death spirit mana, she longed for a knightly death in honorable combat. Being subdued by some aphrodisiac was utterly unacceptable.

"Fight me fairly, you cowards!"

"Whatcha sayin'~? If yer weak, just cum quick like a weakling~!"

"Kuh!"

Slami overwhelmed Jeanne single-handedly, without any need for me or Brina to step in. Normally, tentacle attacks like Slami's wouldn't faze her, but that was only when she wore her plate armor.

"I won't yield to mere pleasure now...! Hngh?!"

Every time Jeanne blocked an attack, Slami's fluids splashed onto her bare skin, unprotected by the plate armor. The fluids absorbed through her skin, arousing the body of a knight who had long forgotten the sensation of pleasure.

"Hngh? Guh...?!"

Even defensive moves to dodge tentacle strikes made her body tremble uncontrollably. Her flesh, driven by death spirit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mana, began slipping from control under the aphrodisiac's influence.

"Guh?! T-the tentacle...?!"

As Jeanne's reactions slowed, Slami split her tentacle whip into multiple strands and began wrapping Jeanne's entire body.

"Not there...!"

"Be a good bitch and cum quietly, ya weakling!"

"Hiiik?!"

In an instant, tentacles invaded Jeanne's armpits, cleavage, and between her legs. As the suckers clinging to her skin began secreting aphrodisiac, even the death spirit mana's control over her flesh faltered.

Roll roll roll—

"My head...!"

Jeanne's body lost control to the point where even her head—the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dullahan's toughest part and greatest weakness—slipped free. Her head rolled across the floor right up to Han Yeoul.

Han Yeoul, who had been fixated on Jeanne's body since the tentacles subdued it, picked up the rolling head. The helmet, thickest around the crucial head area, had protected it intact to the end.

Curious about the face hidden inside, Yeoul reached for the faceguard.

"Let's see what's under the helmet."

"N-no! Don't look...!"

Jeanne protested as his hand approached the faceguard, but with only her head left, she had no means to resist.

Clank—

"Kuh...!"

Beneath the removed faceguard was Jeanne's face: a stunning beauty with sharp Western features and blonde hair. Her eyes, once clear blue in life, were now a murky pale blue tinged with the dullness of undeath. Her grayish skin lacked any vitality overall.

Yet the face desperately suppressing pleasure was a perfect picture of femininity no corpse could mimic, making it far from repulsive. Plus, proving she wasn't fully dead, her head emitted almost no undead stench.

"This'll do nicely."

"An excellent onahole candidate."

As Han Yeoul and Brina appraised her face, Jeanne prayed for this humiliating time to end quickly.

"Please... just kill me...!"

She had thought undeath would lead to rest, but this shame beyond anything in life made her grit her teeth and endure.

Shameful as the method was, they'd kill her eventually, and this horror would pass if she held on. But contrary to her hopes, Han Yeoul had no intention of letting her off easy.

"Can Slami's tentacles do this too?"

"Ahaha~ Master is such a total perv~"

At his command, Slami generated countless sucker-like protrusions on the tentacles binding Jeanne's limbs.

"Watch closely. See what your body's getting done to."

"What are you trying to— guuuh?!"

As Yeoul turned Jeanne's head to face her body, the Slami tentacles with fresh suckers began sliding over her skin.

"Uuu...! Hahk?!"

The suckers, oozing aphrodisiac as the tentacles moved, stuck to her sensitive spots with a shlurp before popping off uncontrollably. They spiraled around her breasts, tiny suckers latching onto her nipples before drrip-ing away with stimulation. Her pussy wasn't spared either. Tentacles wrapped like sticky panties slid back and forth, teasing her anus, folds, and clit all at once. Though her half-corporeal pussy produced no juices, Slami's aphrodisiac served as lube, letting the tentacles glide smoothly.

'Pleasure feels this good...?!'

The stimulation from tentacles ravaging her whole body nearly drove Jeanne mad. Her long-senseless flesh was hypersensitive to external input. The only sensation was pure ecstasy. Her headless body twitched honestly with each wave, reacting to the pleasure.

The small climaxes from her flesh, unknown even in life, transmitted straight to her ego-housed head.

"Ughk?! Krhng?! Uuu...!"

Forced to watch her body get violated by tentacles while enduring orgasmic bliss was torture even for Jeanne's iron will, honed over long years.

"Total tentacle play bait."

"...Hate to admit it, but it's definitely hot."

Where else could you see a beautiful headless nude, limbs bound, soaked in aphrodisiac, and toyed with by tentacles? The neck stump was veiled by rippling black death spirit mana, hiding any gruesomeness. The fight was as good as over. Jeanne was perfectly subdued and ripe for onahole conversion, but I held off, wanting to savor the scene longer.

"Haven't made her an onahole yet, so thrusting might be iffy... Brina?"

"I've been waiting, Master."

Already rock-hard from the lewd sight, I handed my cock to Brina. She knelt eagerly before my pants, unzipped, and took it into her mouth-pussy.

"Haa~"

Slurp~ Shlurp~

Savoring the exquisite feel of Brina's throat pussy as she noisily sucked like it was the tastiest treat, I continued watching.

"You lot... are insane...!"

She couldn't see with her head held, but her ears and senses still worked. Even without understanding words, she could tell the high goblin was sucking the human youth's cock right under her severed head, on his orders.

Human-monster intercourse only brought ruin. That was common knowledge. Yet those two did it so casually. The human male even received the goblin's service while admiring his own flesh's violation.

From the looks of it, they'd probably fucked plenty too. This sight, this sensation—everything shattered her common sense.

"Stop! Enough! How far will you humiliate me?!"

She screamed in anguish and fear, but they couldn't understand her anyway. Jeanne sensed intuitively this humiliation wouldn't end soon.

'Humans who fuck goblins... He might do me the same...!'

She'd been confident in her looks in life, but never imagined someone getting aroused by her decapitated undead body. And the opponent was already mid-act with a monster. Different species or not, she doubted he'd spare a fellow monster.

'Never thought I'd worry about my chastity after death...!'

As Jeanne trembled in dread, Slami turned and snapped in anger.

"Ah, Brina! Ya cut in line again~!"

Sensitive to semen, Slami noticed the cock emerging and turned, only to see Brina sneakily claiming it while she followed orders diligently.

"Eek! Ya pathetic bitch! No head and ya still won't cum quick~?!"

"If ya suddenly go faster...! Hngk?!"

Seeing her turn stolen because Jeanne stubbornly endured, Slami doubled the suckers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the tormenting tentacles and sprouted extra strands, each tipped with massive suckers.

"Cum already, ya weakling!"

Shlurp— Pop—

"Kuuuuh?!"

The thick-suckered tentacles latched onto Jeanne's nipples and clit, secreting aphrodisiac and suckling greedily. Unable to hold back, Jeanne let out moans from her mouth.

"Hyaaah?! The suckers on my nipples?! Hiyaak?!"

Seeing it work, Slami ramped up, producing more aphrodisiac and writhing her tentacles furiously.

"Cum! Weak pussy~ Cum~!"

Shudder— Twitch— Twitch—

"Huuuk?! Stop! Any more and my body, my body'll go weird! No, no...! Nngooh?!"

No matter how she fought the pleasure, Jeanne's ego fully felt her flesh's reactions. Soaked and hypersensitive, her body finally buckled under the dual assault on clit and nipples. Her hips arched like a bow as she climaxed. The massive orgasm signal hit her head, making Jeanne unleash beastly moans in her first true peak since life.

"Ooh...?! Oooh?!! Nngiiiieee?!!!!"