[Lich] A man in the Undead Kingdom

>a zombie stares far into the distance, as she does every day
>she doesn't have much to do, the strange, bizarre architecture of her master's tower doing most of the hard work to keep adventurers away
>the skeleton next to her is equally useless, her higher mental faculties allowing her to feel the terrible boredom of her undead life
>suddenly a burst of dust showers her, briefly blinding both undead
>a man clad in strange, well fitting clothes stands in the distance
>he turns in place, seemingly evaluating the different structures that litter the barren wastelands of the undead kingdom
>when he looks at the tower, his face lights up
>he starts running
>not surprising, the skeleton thinks, I tried to run too when I came to-
>running thowards them
>too stunned to speak, she only watches as the madman makes haste for the tower
>there was something she was supposed to say in this case
>"foolish mortal!"? "begone, breather!"? what was it?
>it doesn't matter, as he just pushes them out of the way
>the door of 1000 cursed laments screams as he barges into the lowest floor
>a stunned ghoul is sweeping the floor, half clad in armor
>he pays no mind to her warning cries, leaping to the stairs and climbing two steps at a time
>he only reaches the third floor before he is stopped by a horde of undead guards, some still half-dressed, or half-soaped in the case of a very upset wight
>he seems completely unfazed by them, and starts yelling to the skies
>"I KNOW YOU ARE HERE! SHOW YOURSELF"
>the undead leave him some room, waiting respectfully for the bizarre adventurer to make his challenge
>it'd be in poor taste after all, interrupting his boast
>this however doesn't stop the unmarried ones from fighting for the foremost place in the mob, grunting as their elbows clash in the fight for a husband
>the undead incubi start the preparations for the "contragts on your death!" party, traditonal in the undead rites
>from the topmost floors a slender, beautiful form comes forth, wearing a robe that does nothing to conceal her supple breasts and generous, healthy hips
>she speaks without moving her lips
>"what drives you, foolish mo-"
>"OH GOD, MY DICK"
>it's hard sometimes to understand what the big boss is thinking
>but now her face shows almost the hint of a puzzled look
>"b-beg your pardon?"
>"THE PICTURES DON'T DO YOU JUSTICE! YOU ARE INCREDIBLE! STUNNING"
>the air is completely still
>nobody breathes here so, could be that
>but it is a figure of speech as everyone looks stunned at the man, not knowing what to make of his words
>he takes a small piece of black glass out of his pocket, and holds it high over his head
>a strange, alien music blasts through the tower as the stranger starts making his way thowards the lich
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCwtHgF7OEM
>the crowd parts and lets him climb the rest of the steps
>he kneels before her and looks adoringly into her eyes
>"Would you give me the honor of being your husband and complete vagslut for the rest of eternity?"
>the lich barely moves, bringing her smooth lips close to the man
>"you know I will subject you to pleasure so maddening and shameful" she whispers, "eros herself would not understand"
>her lithe fingers trace the beard on the man's jaw as she continues
>"that we will explore together a sexuality so base-"
>the man takes a small piece of metal in his pants and pushes it down, letting his manhood drop free
>the husbands look approvingly at such a convinient feature as he rises, standing fully erect in every sense as his dick twitches in front of the liches face
>"my body is ready"
>the lich brings her face foward and barely caresses the tip of his member with her lips, before it twiches and releases a torrent of cum on her
>the lich is completely still for a moment, before muttering arcane and terrible words
>the floor barely withstands the impact of the bed that suddenly materializes in front of them
>she pushes him with unnatural strength onto it, discarding her robe and disintegrating his clothing, depriving the husbands of priceless insights into this stranger's culture enlightened clothing techniques
>"THANK YOU KC! THANK YOU!" he screams, as they begin their ravenous, savage sex
>"do not thank your pitiful gods mortal" the lich says with a faint grin "you have a new one to worship"
>"OH JESUS, IT'S EVEN BETTER THAN THE ENCYCLOPEDIA SAID"
>the mob leaves, awkwardly making their way to the bottom, leaving only a weeping man looking at the ahses of the revolutionary easy-access clothing
>the newlyweds need some privacy after all