Rousing the dead with Wight and Pharaoh!

>Crack!
>"An excellent shot, madame." you intone
>The regal, brown skinned woman smiles and hands you her club, which you place back into the golf bag.
>her partner glares as harshly as she can while still maintaining her own demeanor of leisure and superiority before getting out of the cart to take her own tee-off.
>Apphia, queen of all of the land of the rivers, sits down to watch her golf buddy take a drive down a par-5 that you're pretty sure she's going to get in four, if that drive was anything to go by.
>Merisia lines up her drive, ghostly hands overlaying her own and brow furrowed with concentration
>a tap of heeled feet here and there
>you really advised against her wearing the high heels but all she said was to "keep watching my legs if you're so worried, mon cheri".
>stakes are high at today's game
>they made a bet before they came Hole 1
>a bet that unfortunately you are privy to
>"Ah, my dearest queen, how would you say to a bet, no?"
>"Speak, Merisia. What game have you devised for us to play this time?"
>"Hm hm hm~! It is not but a minor distraction. Whichever of us scores best in this little game of ours will get to take a certain someone~ on a date."
>you're trying to pretend you're not eavesdropping so you can only feel their gazes on the back of your neck
>"Hah. You're on, you old woman."
>and so here you are on hole five
>Merisia's down, but only by one point
>you're sweating
>you've been caddying for the two of them for a year now but you're pretty sure this goes against your professional courtesy requirements
>And you're locked in the ethical debate of whether or not you would live if you tried to run away from this one
>they are both extremely powerful women
>Merisia runs one of the biggest banks in city, and Apphia is technically the owner of most of the land on the outskirts of town
>This is it, isn't it?
>most men would be happy to be married to one of them but you've seen them in their private moments of anger with each other
>these two women are vicious at their cores and are carefully choosing jabs at each other on the drive to each tee
>you get to sit in the back and ponder your fate
>It's hole sixteen now
>they're tied
>two shots in on a par four
>their verbal attacks are downright vicious.
>"Are you sure your legs are still working, mon amie? You took quite a spill there, and your aim was a off on that last shot."
>"I assure you, dearest, that my legs are working as they always have been. They remain in perfect condition; You may wish to take notes."
>sweat trickles down your neck despite the cool breeze as you hand Merisia her 3-iron
>and they both bogey on the hole, of course
>and par on the next one
>It's right down to the wire now and both of them have given up any pretense of civility, glaring outright at each other but smiling warmly at you
>this is going to suck
>You're on the eighteenth hole now.
>Merisia and Apphia are glaring at each other, because for them it all comes down to this. One of them will get you and the other will go home unhappy.
>Apphia lands a straight drive down onto the green, to a golf clap from both you and Merisia.
>Merisia unfortunately lands right in the rough, just outside the green, and she looks distraught
>Perhaps luckily for her, Apphia somehow fails to putt properly and lands less than a foot from the hole
>All eyes are on Merisia now. All four of them. If she can get it on the green in time...
>A single swing from the two-wood, and her ball is right next to Apphia's.
>worry.jpg
>All three of you are sweating bullets despite the cool breeze and lightly clouded sky
>Apphia putts, and lands in the hole, to a wide smile (and a stuck out tongue at her rival).
>And then Merisia does the impossible and lands the ball in a single putt.
>Secretly relieved, you state to both of them, "Well then, ladies, that seems to conclude the match in a draw."
>You show them the score sheet although both go over it again and again, looking for some fault.

>The ride in the golf cart back is dead silent, and looking in the front of the cart from the back you can see that both your boss and her partner are staring dead ahead, not looking at each other.
>The snake is hissing, though.
>They leave you outside when they step inside to turn in their scoresheet and get a drink, and you help nearby undead with their golf carts, hand out clubs, and direct plenty of tittering Ghouls, Mummies, and Vampires to Hole One, brushing aside the crass opportunity to 'see their holes'.
>Fucking monsters, you swear. That wasn't even particularly funny.
>Every once in a while you glance back to the clubhouse and you can see Apphia and Merisia laughing and chatting about something
>And occasionally looking at you.
>Well, You'd be lying if you said they were unappealing. Two rich, attractive women with incredible political power would make a great wife if you were just willing to deal with their problems.

>Merisia leaves with a smile and a wave for her 'rival', and your boss is in a surprisingly good mood when she calls all the clubhouse personnel together, you included.
>Nearly all the other staff are Anubis, with the occasional Mummy, but for once they don't seem to be glaring at you for having the audacity to be a personal servant for their beloved Mistress.
>"Company party at the Deadwood pool on Friday!" Apphia announces, to a round of semi-excited cheering from the Anubis and a few groans from the Mummies. You remain silent.
>"Aaaand attendance is mandatory."
>Less cheers that time.
>"Come dressed or bring a swimsuit, all of you. Let's work on this 'morale' thing I keep hearing about! Dismissed."
>You file away, taking one of the mandatory attire sheets given to you by a disgruntled-looking Girtabilu who you hadn't noticed up until you try to walk out the door without one.
>You're expected to come in no more than shorts and a t-shirt, and to carry a swimsuit.
>You're also probably going to be the only male there, so you're gonna have everyone's eyes on you for better or worse. Best wear something nice, you figure.
>The rest of the week passes in a blur. You're not sure what exactly is going to happen at this company party, but you feel like it may very well be the most important event of your life.
>You find yourself both dreading and wanting it's arrival, and too soon (or not soon enough?) Friday is upon you.
>You finish work and grab your stuff from your locker, changing from your uniform into a pair of shorts and a nice, unoffensive polo shirt before driving off to the pool.
>Deadwood's pool (NO SNAKES ALLOWED) is an expansive, olympic thing, but what you note the most is just how MANY people there are here.
>Undead and some non-snake monsters (you're not sure what your bosses problem with them is...) mingle around the pool, the smell of barbecue in the air, several members of the local branch of Daria's Steakhouse grilling, catering, and serving the upper class around the pool.
>Also, everyone other than the caterers (and some of them) are wearing swimsuits. Usually very small swimsuits.
>Down, boner.
>Into the parking lot, out of the car, swimsuit over your shoulder and into the building.
>Past the bored-looking front desk workers who wave you through, and into the pristine male changing rooms.
>Seriously, does anyone actually use these?
>Whatever.
>You stride out onto the deck, trying to look as confident as you don't feel.
>It's not as dramatic as silence sweeping the deck, or anything, but a good third of the women out there turn to look at you when you step out there.
>If you had to guess, you're one of six men there out of eighty people, and the only unclaimed man on deck.
>All the other men have wives literally clinging to them (or vice versa) and you can feel the hot stares of all the unmarried women at the party.
>Soon, though, they turn back to their conversations as you step up to the Holstarus (in an extremely tight swimsuit, you note. You do your best to not stare.) in charge of the grill and grab a couple of hotdogs.
>Just looking around makes you sweat. There's naked flesh as far as the eye can see, with some Anubi splashing around at each other, bouncing in a most pleasing way through the shallow end of the pool.
>You find yourself admiring quite a few co-worker's perfectly framed asses, though you do try to avoid being caught staring at Jessica, the Anubis janitor's tiny black thong for too long. That's a swimsuit?
>And when you turn away you nearly walk into your boss, her brown skin matching well with her pale white and gold-fastened bikini that can barely contain her breasts. She turns to you and smiles. "Ah, anon, you made it. How are you liking the party?" A drink swirls in her hand. Martini. One olive. Classy.
>"Out of the parties I've been to, ten out of five." Flattery is key.
>You grab a beer (some of the good stuff, actually. No cheap Miller for you.) out of a nearby cooler and try to turn away but your boss is talking to you again. "Anon, have you seen Merisia? She was looking for you."
>Nope.
>"Well, come and chat a while with me. I want to know what you think of my.... leadership."
>You make small talk with Apphia, talking about working as a caddy and what you think of her (high) and working as a caddy (It's a job).
>Just as you run out of topics and are substituting taking a drink for actual conversation, Merisia materializes out of the crowd like magic.
>Hot damn. You're not sure which of the two women you should keep your eyes on now, because both of them are absolutely stunning. Apphia is wearing her swimsuit with pride, lidded eyes staring deep into yours and drinking, brushing her immaculate hair out of the way (she's missing her snake, you note) with every drink and giving a perfect laugh, and she smells like spring feels.
>But Merisia's swimsuit could best be described as "bulging". Whoever made it clearly took the amount of cloth needed and halved it, because it less resembles a swimsuit and more two strips of cloth tied together for the top and half of a kerchief for the bottom, secured with tiny bowties, dark purple contrasting very pleasingly with Merisia's pale white skin.
>"Ah, Anon, Apphia. It is good to see you!" You note she's got a half-full wine glass in one hand. They have wine here? Or is that just a Wight power?
>She sits down on the opposite side of you, and gives you a smile and a cock of the head. "And how is my favorite caddy doing on this day?"
>"Good enough. This your idea?"
>Apphia looks like she's about to say something, but Merisia interrupts. "Ah, well, yes, mon cheri. It was mostly between me and my elegant queen, Apphia, though. We came to realize how silly such a thing it is to fight over as golf."
>"So, we have, how you say, kissed and made up. Apphia provided the venue, I provided the... entertainment. We are "sharing", I think." She smiles at you.
>Apphia sighs and downs the remainder of her martini.
>And I thank you for that. Anon, before you got here there wasn't much to do but mingle and chat with my own servants. But, now that you're here I find myself having a much more... enthralling time." She's also smiling at you now.
>Most people would probably worry at this point.
>You decide to just drink it off and not care.
>As you're drinking, Apphia's voice drops and she turns to you, stopping her conversation with her rival.
>"Anon, I have a question for you of a personal nature."
>You swill your beer. "Shoot."
>"Your resume referenced that you worked at a Peckers before you came here."
>You sigh. "Yeah, yeah. It was a job, and one that I kind of regret, actually."
>Merisia looks like she's imagining you in short shorts and a tank top, smug smile on her face while she sips at her wine, waiting for Apphia to go on.
>"Where did you work before that?"
>You swill your beer harder. To be honest, or not be honest?
>Fuck it, all in.
>"You really want to know?"
>Both of them are staring. Only Apphia nods, Merisia is staring at you like she knows where this is going.
>You lower your voice so as not to let the six Anubises sweatily wrestling with each other (down boner) hear you.
>"I worked at a strip club. The Red Rooster. I danced, I served drinks, I did... other things. Bit of an embarassing time, and not really something I'd put on my resume, you know? I was young, I needed money... You know, the usual."
>Both of them look surprised for a moment, and then Apphia speaks. Both of them are smiling instead of the usual disapproving glare you get for that.
>"Well, I can certainly see that. You've got the physique for it."
>A elegant brown finger traces your exposed flat stomach, and you shift ever so slightly. Merisia looks like she's about to have a smug overload.
>"Well, then, my dear..." Merisia says, pale and cool hand placing itself on your shoulder.
>She leans closer, mouth inches from your ear.
>"Care to give a private.... demonstration?" she whispers.
>Suddenly the air seems a lot hotter than you know it actually is
>You're pretty sure you've flushed all the way through at that one. How the hell do Wights do that?
>You down the rest of your beer all at once. Well, you've come this far. Besides, how bad can having two hot women watch you strip go?
>"....eeeehhh..." The two of them look minorly disappointed, drawing back. Apphia is clearly calculating something in her mind.
>Which makes it all the funnier when you speak up a bit.
>"Yeah, sure."
>Both of them immediately jump from expressions of disappointment to happiness, wide smiles with full, toothy grins.
>"I'd rather do it in a room instead of out in front of everyone, though. Gotta keep some value on the goods, you know?"
>Merisia chuckles. "Ah, but it would be such a delight to watch you blush before all these lovely ladies..."
>Apphia stands and your sightline of her face is replaced with a lovely crotch-level view. "I do think I have a spare room, if you're willing to excuse the poor accomodations." She says, voice full of laughter.
>"What, no stripper pole?" You grumble. "It'll have to do, I guess. But I do a mean pole-dance."
>"I may have to take you up on that, mon cheri."
>You follow Apphia as discreetly as you can. The party is starting to heat up and people have had quite a few drinks by this point, so you think nobody saw you.
>You hope. The rumors about this would NEVER die down.
>Apphia walks in front of you, her body swaying enticingly, brown skin against white and gold taunting you for now.
>You're seriously having trouble keeping yourself from getting hard, so you resort to the usual tactic you used to use of thinking about politicians in little or no clothes. There you go.
>Your boss opens the door and gestures you through, Merisia almost too close behind you.
>Maybe not close enough. You wish you could get her in your arms. Okay, that one has to be the alcohol talking.
>The room is a small, private changing room just inside past the regular changing rooms. The floor is marble and it strikes you that this floor is probably worth more than you will ever make in your entire life.
>There's not that much in here other than a locker, three chairs, and a small ornate shower.
>Merisia brushes past you, hand gently touching your arm as she sits down in one of the chairs, lounging back as if trying to show herself off.
>Apphia does similarly after you stand in the center of the room, sitting down and spreading her glorious thighs over the chair, legs crossed.
>And then you're expected to start, you realize. Both of them are staring at you -- Apphia with her chin in her hand, Merisia staring at you while playing with her hands (occasionally her ghostly claws flicker into life around them and you remember what she is), and both of them with smiles on their faces and staring intently at you.
>You push your concerns away. It's time for your muscle memory to take charge.
>You bounce on the balls of your feet, getting yourself ready as you swing into action, swinging and swaying as you start into your routine
>you decide to go with the #7 special, since you're wearing not much clothing and you're not sure if they're actually going to want you to be naked at the end of this.
>teasing at the edge of your shirt you sway, dancing to imaginary music while the Pharaoh and the Wight flick their eyes back and forth, trying to drink you part and parcel.
>your shirt comes up just a bit more with every swing around and step, sliding through the room with a sinuous dance to and fro.
>You come close to your boss, you dance not inches from Merisia, you taunt and tease them with your presence.
>But there's only so much half-lifting of your shirt that you can do, and soon your shirt comes over the top of your head to minor applause from the two ladies sitting in the room with you.
>You're starting to tire, and all you're wearing at this point is your swim trunks.
>you've kind of got a... tent situation going on here too, much to Apphia's obvious delight.
>And then you pause, shirt carefully dropping from your grip as you strike a neutral pose.
>Apphia waves at you. "Hey, anon. You aren't finished yet, are you, hmm? We're waiiiiting...~"
>You sigh good-naturedly. Fine, you knew it was going to have to end like this.
>You slowly hook your fingers into the waistband of your trunks and begin to drag down.
>Merisia and Apphia are both watching you with a never before seen intensity. Merisia's left hand seems to have wandered below her bikini's waistline and Apphia has taken on a luminescent blush while biting her lip
>You bend over all the way, preventing them from seeing your junk while you slowly wiggle your trunks down your legs
>And then they are off, and cast to the side while you slowly bend upright, standing tall and proud before them.
>Merisia uses her not-busy hand to cover her own smile and Apphia giggles happily at the sight of your erect cock
>Truth be told, you were very apprehensive going into this but it's not like either your boss or her friend are unattractive, and your erection is very much natural.
>"Oh my," Apphia says, voice lilting with happiness "It seems Anon here is ready to get this party started early. And here I thought I would need to bribe you or something." She exaggeratedly turns to Merisia, who appears to be lost in her own bikini bottom, staring lustily at your cock and not really noticing her friend and rival.
>"I would say that deserves some punishment~, wouldn't you, Merisia?"
>"Hm? Oh, Oui, mon amie. Ah, anon, you have been a, how you say, most NAUGHTY boy."
>Both of them are giving you the sex eyes now. You try to stare confidently back and not share how worried you are that this is going to go horribly wrong.
>Apphia is the first to speak and when words come out of her mouth it sounds like gold and sex must feel. "Anon. On your knees, and CRAWL to Merisia."
>You feel a strange compulsion to obey, but you probably would have done so regardless. Your knees hit the floor before she finishes speaking and you crawl over, hand over hand to the pale-skinned woman smiling gently at you.
>Merisia shuffles her legs wide and you crawl between them. She hasn't stopped fucking herself 'subtly' through her bikini bottoms yet, and continues to do so even though you're less than a foot away from her and you're watching her hidden snatch intently.
>Apphia is the first to speak the obvious here. "Ah, Merisia, perhaps Anon could..." she murmurs, suggestive tone speaking more than words.
>Merisia starts out of her reverie, and much to your disappointment the movement of fingers in her bottoms stops before she retrieves a lube-stained hand and slides both to the side of her bikini bottom. Gracefully Merisia unties the two delicate bows holding it upright, and the purple fabric drops with a wet sound to the chair, revealing her absolutely sopping entrance.
>"Ah, come now, Mon cheri. Take a closer look, now."
>You crawl forward eagerly, placing your hands on her soft, thick thighs, only an inch now from her snatch. Merisia isn't cold like most undead, just... not warm. Not anything, really.
>still her scent rolls off of her in waves now and you can feel the rational part of mind turning to mush as the demonic power rolls over you.
>Merisia takes a hand and gently pushes you in toward her crotch. Not that you're resisting.
>You open your lips and your tongue darts out to meet contact with her nethers and Merisia squeaks. She's a bit jumpy about this whole 'sex' thing for a Wight, isn't she?
>Merisia continues to gently press you into her snatch, directing your tongue with gentle tugs on your head. You're content to lap carefully at her lips, drinking her juices like a parched man lost in a desert. She tastes slightly of strawberry and wine.
>Your dick is rock hard and hangs neglected between your legs, a state of affairs that is interrupted when Apphia steps behind you and kneels, legs around yours and leaning over your back
>You can feel Apphia's abundant tits pressing into your back, nipples erect through the fabric of her bikini and blush even harder than you already were, tongue-deep in Merisia. Apphia whispers into your ear just loud enough for both you and Merisia to hear.
>"Oh, anon. Such a faithful and devoted servant. So eager to perform your duty, and so overlooked. Perhaps it's about time I... reward you~."
>Soft, dextrous fingers wrap around your cock and gently tease you, prompting a moan into Merisia mid-lick.
>Warm skin is pressing onto your back and warm fingers begin to slowly jerk you off, interrupting your faithful licking of Merisia before you. Still, with one gentle white hand pressing your face into her snatch, Merisia seems to be greatly enjoying herself, breath heavy and panting now.
>Apphia just continues to whisper in your ear. "Come on, Anon. Just let go and enjoy yourself. Let me finish you while you finish her."
>Not that you can respond or anything, but you moan.
>Apphia lifts her head off of yours and speaks to Merisia. "Ah, how is Anon doing? Is he pleasing you properly?" she singsongs.
>You can't see Merisias expression, but the dazed tone of her voice tells you enough. "Mon dieu--! Yes, ahn~, he is most... satistfactory."
>"Gooooood...." Apphia increases her speed, velvet fingers wrapped around your cock, driving you steadily towards your limit. Suddenly gripped by a strange madness, you grasp Merisia's thighs more firmly and drag her towards you rather than the other way around, prompting a short 'eek!', and lock your lips around her clit.
>Merisia gives up any impression of being 'classy' at that point, full on moans pouring from her mouth, mounting into a scream of "Ah, Anon!" when you gently bite down on her hood.
>As this happens you reach your limit, and your essence spatters onto Apphia's hand and the ground, wet sounds filling the air as you pull away, Apphia dragging you ever so slightly backwards into the middle of the room.
>The pharaoh lays you out in the middle of the room, gently hushing you when you try to sit up. "Ah, but anon, we haven't had all our fun yet."
>Merisia stumbles out of her chair and you can see the wide grin on her normally classy face, a sharp contrast to the composed and smug Apphia.
>"I claim him in ze name of my house!"
>Apphia tuts. "Fine, dear, but I'm taking his face."
>What?
>Apphia moves in a flash, lifting herself up and planting her thighs on either side of your face. You can smell and feel the heat from her dripping snatch -- she removed her bikini entirely somehow while you weren't watching.
>"Ready, anon?" she croons.
>"Y-yeah, I'm ready." you get out.
>You can feel the pressure of Merisia settling herself on your waist, one hand playing with your cock while your spirit is revitalized by an unseen force emanating from the Wight.
>Meanwhile, your whole world becomes Apphia's cleft, pressed over your face while she plays with your hair. "Come on, anon~"
>Well, who are you to refuse?
>Apphia tastes like flowers and sunlight, her juices ever so slightly tangy as they run over your lips. She digs her nails into your scalp encouragingly as you start.
>You can feel Merisia lift herself into the air and settle with great care upon your glans, hissing through her teeth.
>"Ah... Je T'aime..."
>She's cool on your cock, but rivulets of her cum pour down onto you and you dig into Apphia, who murmurs encouragingly to you.
>Merisia is loud enough that you can hear her moan as she slides down on your well-lubricated cock, folds parting to make entrance for you.
>Her pale hands find their way to your chest, hands splaying themselves on your ribs just behind Apphia.
>And then Merisia starts moving, dragging a groan out of you, locked between Apphia's ample brown thighs
>Merisia bounces on your cock at a steady speed, occasionally stopping to grind at your pelvis, shaking her hips back and forth and whimpering.
>Apphia speaks up after a particularly choice lick from you. "Anon~" she purrs, pulling your head further into her dripping crotch. "Have I ever told you that you're my favorite employee? Come, Merisia, praise the boy a bit."
>Merisia speaks disjointedly, clearly not focused on talking. "Anon, you are... magnifique. I -- words cannot describe... I think I will need come here more often."
>That gets a chuckle out of Apphia and a thrust up from you, startling Merisia to the cutest yelp you've heard out of her yet.
>Merisia comes about a minute later to an encouraging murmur from Apphia. "Ah, come on, darling. Lose yourself~". The Wight's voice echoes through the small room and she collapses on your chest, leaning into Apphia's back and panting heavily.
>But you're not finished quite yet. As you tease just inside of Apphia, you thrust upwards, forcing another 'eek!' out of Merisia and yet another laugh from the Pharaoh. "Ah, did you underestimate my dear Anon again?"
>Merisia's hands are off of you and from your most enviable view of Apphia's stomach and the underside of her breasts you can see ghostly hands wrap around a brown waistline and hug close while you buck into the Wight again and again
>Merisia is just panting now, calling out "...Anon....Anon....." with each thrust.
>Apphia's breath has gone shorter and her murmurs are laced with the occasional moan while she draws near to her edge
>Damn it all, you're going to get both these women off or die trying.
>You grip Apphia's hips and pull them closer to you and she starts. "Anon, what-"
>She cuts herself off with a moan when Merisia reaches up to tease at her brown nipples while you swirl your tongue on her clit, which rapidly grows longer and longer and louder and louder, spilling over into a full fledged scream as her pussy pours out the juices you so crave onto your face.
>You drink deep and eagerly, and the taste combined with Apphia's soft grip on your head, Merisia's gentle twitching of her hips and the incredible tightness of her pussy is what drags you over.
>You grunt and shoot deep into Merisia, string after string of your cum pouring into her while the Wight moans again, life meeting death.
>Both women peel themselves off of you after a moment, but you think you're just going to lay here for a while. You're not sure you could actually stand up.
>Merisia's shaky knees fail her and she collapses next to you, crawling to your face to kiss you repeatedly all along your head before finally locking her lips with yours for a surprisingly chaste kiss.
>She pulls back and her hair forms a bit of a veil for just the two of you. "I... Thank you, anon."
>"You were my first, you know?"
>What? But, how? She's a Wight?
>Your confusion must show itself because she giggles. "Oh, sometimes we're just born like this, anon."
>"Will you take responsibility for me?" she whispers, suddenly looking more vulnerable than you've ever seen Merisia.
>She's pushed aside by the brown face of your boss, smiling and sweaty. "Not to interrupt, but he's mine, Merisia. I'm his boss and he's my..." She smiles, chuckles once, and looks away. "Well, he's my husband now."
>Merisia looks rather put out at this, and she jabs a ghostly claw at Apphia's face. "Mon amie, he was my first! You know what that means, Darling."
>"Well, I saw him first, before you even knew him. And you know what that-"
>For fucks sake. You don't have time for this.
>You lift yourself off the floor, sweat dripping off of you and drag them both down to your sides in a dual-armed hug.
>"Don't care. I'll marry both of you if I have to."
>Both of them look somewhat abashed at that. "But, humans-" says Apphia before you cut her off again.
>"I don't care what anyone thinks." Both women blush and look away from each other, then back to you.
>"Hey, do you know where I can get some decent rings?" you add as an afterthought.
>Merisia smiles. "I know just the place."