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Black and White	By : Et2bruttus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Damien and Kallia Evancroft limped their way across the shattered landscape that was the Eastern Plaguelands. As they moved, Kallia had been bracing her arm around Damien’s shoulder for support. The effects of the holy fire that had afflicted her an hour prior hadn’t quite worn off yet, and she still needed the aid of her husband just to trek the miles of wasteland.

“Where are we-, agh!” Kallia began to speak before clutching her abdomen momentarily. One of the more severe burns had done moderate damage to her lower stomach and any quick movements amplified the pain there. “Where are we going?” she asked again. “We can’t just wander aimlessly. Not with scourge and scarlet zealots scrambling about.”

“Westward; I can’t get into specifics but I know that we must head west to the Thondroril River to be out of this place. After that we go southward; the Hillsbrad Foothills is the closest region I can think of with relative safety from the scourge,” Damien replied.

Kallia breathed an exasperated sigh in response. “That’s a lengthy trip, especially without mounts. But I suppose anything is better than remaining in this hellish place any longer,” she said, hefting herself over a fallen log.

Damien nodded grimly, staring down at his bloodstained hands as he continued to support his wife’s labored movements along the broken westward road. In his mind he didn’t relish the trip that lay ahead of them, but she had certainly been right; he had seen enough of this barren place for one lifetime.

Damien had been a holy paladin of the zealous Scarlet Crusade for the past four years. He had formerly been an initiate of the order of the Silver Hand years before that; however, after the undead Scourge outbreak and the fall of the human kingdom of Lordaeron, he was forced to turn to the Scarlets because of their numbers…and their unfaltering hatred of the undead.

Only the day before had Damien realized just how cruel and barbaric the Crusade’s methods were when his former master had declared Damien a heretic and attempted to slay him and his wife Kallia. Despite his years of pious devotion to that order of paladins, he could not stand idly by while his wife suffers and dies (again) at the hands of his ruthless master; thus, he was forced to kill him and several of his other former compatriots.

The story was a bit more complicated than just that brief encounter however. Kallia was not entirely human...not an entirely living human anyway. For the past four years since Lordaeron’s downfall to the ravenous undead, Damien had thought Kallia dead, and in truth, she had been. She had been slain by the undead hordes during the attempted evacuation of Lordaeron refugees. However, like so many other unfortunate souls, her body was raised and her will was bound to the icy service of the lich king, the dark master of the undead scourge. That was until her fateful encounter with her beloved husband two days prior.

Damien’s master had dispatched him from their stronghold to use an attained scourge artifact to convert one of the lich king’s agents for the purpose of gaining access to the scourge base of operations in the Plaguelands: Naxxramas. Little did Damien know that the one undead minion that he would encounter would evidently be his long lost beloved…his dear Kallia.

Their initial reunion was not a joyous one. Kallia’s mind and soul were enslaved to the lich king and thus she had no free will. She did not hesitate to attempt to kill Damien as soon as she saw him. However, Damien had an ace up his sleeve in the form of the artifact he had been given. Using its unnatural energy, he directed the power of the artifact at the twisted figure of his wife…and with success.

The outcome of using the weapon was one that Damien would never have expected to come to fruition. Kallia’s free will and memory of her life had been returned to her. At that point, a tearful reunion unfolded between the two lovers; a reunion that fate had seen fit to rekindle. Damien’s entire world was completely overturned after that; for years prior, he had sought utter vengeance against the undead for what they had done to his wife. And yet, here she was, clearly no longer human and clearly possessing the menacing appearance that all death knights are infamous for, but also having the very same aura of majestic kindness that she had once had in life.

Damien had never felt so rejuvenated in his entire life.

That was, until the eventual encounter with his master, who was less than pleased with Damien’s lack of results from his mission. More than that, he was furious that Damien was now harboring a friendship with a death knight, regardless of the fact that it was his wife. He and his cohorts attempted to slay the two, beginning by attempting to burn Kallia with holy fire and exorcisms. The two eventually won the battle however, Damien himself personally ending the confrontation by beheading his former mentor.

And so here they were now, treading the broken wasteland that was their former homeland; avoiding not only the mindless undead, but now Damien’s former Scarlet comrades. Kallia had sustained several burns from the duel with Damien’s master, thus was the reason for her delayed movement. Damien was more than happy to aid her though, so long as she was by his side again.

After several more minutes of travel, Kallia suddenly motioned for him to halt momentarily. “Wait, I think the burns are healing finally. I think I can carry my own weight from here,” she said, retracting herself from his shoulder to examine her pale skin and the charred wounds that were miraculously disappearing on their own. Damien could guess that it was some form of necromantic magic that was the source of the healing.

“If you say so,” he said, peering into her face, captivated by her deep blue eyes; eyes that he never thought that he would have the privilege of looking into ever again.

Kallia looked back at him, meeting his watchful gaze, who abruptly turned away quickly. “Well in that case, you can go back to carrying me. I think my feet are getting tired anyway,” she chuckled, her joyful laugh colored with a resonant, supernatural undertone.

Damien crossed his arms and smiled. “Getting tired, is that so? I wasn’t aware you could feel physical stress being, well, what you are now,” he candidly replied. The way that they joked to each other just then was as if there had never been years of war, famine and strife that they had endured. Now that they were together again, it was as if all of that took place in a different life and they were now picking up where they left off.

Kallia smiled and brushed a lock of her silky blonde hair out of her eye. She rubbed her arm and stared at her husband, biting her lip as if she wanted to say something but was hesitant to at first. “I’ve been feeling a lot of physical stress since seeing you again,” she said before practically biting her tongue after the words left her mouth.

Damien’s eyebrow rose and his mouth parted, not believing what he had heard for a second. He cleared his throat and quickly turned away, looking off to the road ahead of them as if to break the awkwardness of the moment. “It’s getting late and it would be best if we made camp somewhere before continuing,” he said, gulping and feeling the redness on his cheeks subsiding.

Kallia nodded quickly and her eyes darted around, she herself pretending to scan the landscape to escape awkwardness. “Well,” she began, losing herself in his hazel eyes again, “We’d better get off the main road then. Scourge use these highways to ferry their troops anywhere between Stratholme and Andorhal.”

He nodded in agreement, “Yes, and no doubt Tyr’s Hand will dispatch troops to go after us when they learn what we’ve done to Brant and his men.” He replied, his former grin frowning at remembrance of him killing his long-time mentor. As much as Brant deserved what happened to him, Damien certainly didn’t relish in the victory of slaying a fellow paladin.

The two moved off the broken cobblestone road and began trekking along the more rugged terrain. As they walked, Kallia grew concerned when she noted the frown on his face and the serious tone of his voice. “He deserved it didn’t he? I may not have known him, but from the anger that I saw on your face when you killed him…he mustn’t have been a mentor worth keeping,” she said.

Damien shook his head, “His methods were far too reckless. He didn’t hesitate to kill innocents if doing so would destroy undead in the process. That’s not the paladin way,” he explained with distaste. “Still though, part of me sympathized with him. He lost his whole family when the Scourge broke out. But, that doesn’t excuse the atrocities he committed for the sake of ‘victory.’ The Scourge certainly don’t deserve mercy, but if we start becoming what they are, then what the hell is the point?”

Kallia said nothing; the comment he made about the scourge not deserving mercy made her cringe slightly. She knew that she was no longer scourge; her possession of free will was evidence enough of that. But when she peered down at her pale white skin, macabre armor and sheathed runeblade; realization of what she actually was hit her deep.

She suddenly gripped his muscled arm with her gauntlet, causing him to jerk to a halt. He looked up at her questioningly and was met with a sorrowful glance in those deep azure orbs.

“Damien, I want you to be completely honest; what do you really think of me now?” she asked.

Damien’s brow furrowed. “You are who you’ve always been, Kallia. I can hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. I know the woman who I married, and it’ll take more than a runeblade and some Scourge armor to make me forget that,” he replied, his voice filled with absolute certainty.

She shook her head. “But how can it really be that easy for you? You’re a paladin; and no one despises undead more than a paladin. What compelled you to just embrace a death knight with open arms?”

His tone grew a bit more serious at this. “You didn’t choose to be a death knight. It happened against your will. And besides, that’s not who you are anymore, just as I’m evidently no longer a paladin.”

“I wish it were that simple Damien. I may have my free will back and the haunting voice of the Lich King may not be rattling my skull anymore, but I still feel as cold as I have been since I…died. I am physically something different now, and wishful thinking isn’t going to change that. What happens to me now? What place is there in this world for someone, something like me?”

Words alone could not answer that question, Damien thought. Without saying a thing, he approached her and, without a second’s hesitation, slid his hands behind her. Drawing her slender yet powerful figure gently toward him, Damien brought his face close to hers. If Kallia biologically had a beating heart, it was on overdrive at the moment, particularly when their noses briefly touched. Her pale cheeks flared with a blue tone as she felt Damien’s strong hand snake around her waist, pulling her into the coming kiss. He hesitated a moment, staring into her eyes with a fire…a wanting, that she recognized from so long ago. Then, the intimate embrace culminated in Damien’s lips locking onto hers with passionate vigor.

She moaned into the kiss, instinctively running her hands through the curly brown tresses of his hair. Her heightened hearing picked up Damien’s quickened heartbeat even through his breastplate. Their lips danced together in perfect synchronization, occasionally retreating to let each other breath for a moment before mashing back together with unbridled passion.

After several more moments, they pulled back from the kiss, both of their chests rising and falling in deep strokes. They looked back at each other with unmistakable hunger in their eyes; their forgotten desires for each other having resurfaced from their intimate connection. She was still pressed up against him, her arms hooked around the back of his neck while his hands lingered on her upper back. Then, Damien broke the gaze by lowering his lips down to where her pale skin met with her black armor chestplate, and kissed at her exposed collarbone.

Kallia’s mouth drew open but no sound came out. She shuddered quickly from her husband’s gentle stimulations and suddenly grew pleasantly shocked when she felt her most intimate of areas grow moist from the treatment. Given her…affliction, Kallia didn’t think that her undead body could even become aroused. Yet she could feel the growing arousal overtake her and serene inner warmth resonate through her body.

Damien alternated between kissing her collarbone to gently nipping at her neck; Kallia continued to vocally react to this, her moans amplified by the supernatural tone of her voice. She glanced down to where their bodies were intimately pressed against each other and her eyes were drawn to the area between his legs. The object of her curiosity was hidden from her view because of his plate leggings, much to her disappointment. However, she could imagine him growing stiff and erect as he gently teased her pale, delicate skin. The thought alone sent her head swimming in a haze of euphoria.

He brought his head up to come face to face with her again; a loving smile dotting his features as his eyes honed in on hers. Damien’s chestplate was pressed to hers; thus was the extent of how close they were to each other. Kallia reached her hand down to intertwine her slender fingers in his, resting her head on his shoulder. He stroked her blond hair, cradling her head in his hands as Kallia brought her lips near his ear and said the first words that had been spoken in some time.

“We’ve got four years to make up for,” she whispered into his ear. Bringing her head back, she prepared to move in for another impassioned kiss with him before…

An ear-piercing shriek broke their isolated moment of passion. Both darting their heads up into the sky, they spotted a grey, winged figure passing overhead. It was a gargoyle, an undead scout in service to the Lich King. Both Damien and Kallia ducked their heads down and made for the hilts of their respective swords, each expecting confrontation. Fortunately, the gargoyle didn’t take notice of their presence, instead continuing north in the direction of Naxxramas, likely having been called back to the unholy fortress by its Scourge masters.

Damien let out sigh of relief and sheathed his greatsword again, laughing under his breath momentarily. “Close one, agreed?” he asked her.

Kallia nodded, letting out a slight grin of her own. Only after almost being detected by a servant of the enemy did they realize how reckless they had just been; sensually caressing each other right out in the open within occupied scourge territory. Kallia brushed her hair away from her face and smoothed out her armor plate in an attempt to make herself look more serious. Damien too cleared his throat and scanned the area for enemies…or at least pretended to. When their gazes met again, Kallia made a motion of her head to keep moving south along the rugged terrain in order to find a more secluded place to set up camp, and, they both subconsciously knew, to continue what they had just been doing moments ago.

They nodded to each other, both of them trying to keep their faces as serious as they could. They continued moving, Kallia going in a quickened pace while Damien trailed closely behind her. Despite her attempts to maintain her composure and keep her wits about her lest they be unexpectedly ambushed by Scarlets or Scourge, she couldn’t help but blush at thinking back to the intimacy that they had just experienced.

During their marriage, before Kallia’s “death,” Damien and Kallia had been frequent, lively love-makers. Even through hardship and separation due to Damien’s service as a paladin, the two seemed to never lose emotional or physical attraction to each other. And regardless of the mood between the two, happy or sad, the end result was almost always the same: tender, blissful coupling within their large feather bed.

It had felt so long, like a lifetime ago, since they had exchanged such passion with each other. Sure, she had briefly thought about it when she was watching over his unconscious form within the underbrush, after he had used Brant’s artifact on her. But now however, these thoughts of intimacy and fornication with her husband were running rampant through her mind. The more she thought about it as she trekked, the more she also began to realize that she would not settle for just a kiss this time, she was planning on reliving the entire experience the way she remembered it.

After a rather anxious, impatient trek southward, both of their eyes suddenly lit up as they took note of a small cave mouth securely tucked away within the southern hills of the wasteland. Drawing their weapons, they eagerly made for the cave entrance, prepared for whatever undead or corrupted beasts had taken refuge within already. Despite the slight darkness, Kallia’s heightened senses and Damien’s natural ability as a paladin to detect undead lit their way easy enough. As soon as they stepped inside, they could both see the back end of the cave right from the entrance, which was a welcome reassurance, as the world of Azeroth was known for having caves that could stretch on for miles.

After they surveyed the small yet accommodating alcove that they had discovered, they quickly surmised that no other creatures were currently dwelling there. They lowered their guards but kept their swords handy in the event that they were discovered. Damien collected himself and moved to the back wall of the cave, setting down his greatsword against it so that it could be easily obtained if he needed it. Rising back to his feet again, he turned to Kallia and began to speak.

“We should be safe here for a few hours but maybe we should-,” he began before he was abruptly caught off guard by the form of Kallia practically plummeting into him and pressing him against the back wall. He almost cried out in surprise but was cut off when a familiar set of lips found his and fused them together in an unbreakable mouth to mouth embrace. This time, their feverous kiss was enhanced by Kallia diligently slipping her tongue into his mouth.

“Mmm,” Damien moaned into Kallia’s mouth as his tongue found hers and wrestled with it. After only seconds into the kiss, Damien could already feel a certain part of him rising to full attention within his leggings. After what seemed like an eternity, they withdrew from the intense kiss, a thin strand of saliva stretching between their open mouths as they pulled away.

“By…the…light,” Damien gasped, trying to catch his breath, “Amazing,” he continued, wrapping his arms around her.

She was smiling from ear to ear in response, her captivating blue eyes resonating through the cave. “I’m just getting started my love; as I recall, we once had quite a few midnight trysts. I’m hoping that we could spend some time…recollecting those fond memories,” she playfully hissed into his ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe, simultaneously caressing the back of his neck with the fingertips of her gauntlets, making his neck-hairs stand up on end. “That’s assuming, of course, that this proud paladin has no problem with frolicking with an undead?” she asked grinning.

Damien chuckled, “Ordinarily, I might; but for this undead I think I’ll make an exception,” he said, “And if my fellow paladins don’t like it, they can come and try to drag me away from you.”

Kallia smiled and they wasted no time at all in discarding their armor. Not since their wedding night had they both been so eager to see each other naked. As if they were racing each other, they each drew off piece by piece as quickly as they were able. One at a time; boots, spaulders, chestpiece, and finally leggings, all were eventually discarded onto the hard ground of the cave. Damien grunted with impatience as he struggled to loosen the straps that kept his plate leggings firmly protecting his lower body. By the time he finally slid them off and tossed the pieces to the side, Kallia giggled as she had already been stripped of her armor for some time. Through the darkness of the cave, Damien could only partially see her beautiful form; only her glowing eyes stood out amongst the dark.

“Let me get some light. I need to see you,” Damien insisted, preparing to conjure up a minor spell of light that would illuminate the cave.

“Not too much; the darkness is soothing,” was her response.

Damien looked past her and to the front entrance of the cave and grew worried at the prospect of leaving themselves so exposed to the possibility of enemies; particularly at night, when the undead were at a distinct advantage.

“Worry not, my love; I’ll see to it that we are uninterrupted,” she said with a suggestive, playful tone.

Damien didn’t know what she meant by that but soon his questions were answered when he suddenly felt a chill resonate through the room. He suddenly realized that this new cold was coming from Kallia. Her blue eyes were shut tight and she was deep in concentration. Suddenly, a large form of ice began to surface at the front of the cave. As Damien watched in awe, he saw that the form gradually grew larger and larger, materializing from out of nowhere until it had completely sealed off the front of the cave; isolating the outside world from their hidden refuge.

Kallia turned back toward Damien. “I suppose being a death knight does have its advantages,” she said, grinning.

Damien smiled, immediately beginning to cast his own spell, but at as minor of a proportion as he could manage; the last thing he wanted to do was harm her with his holy magic as his fiendish master had. When the incantation was done, their sealed-off room was suddenly bathed in holy luminance, although only enough so that they could clearly see each other.

Damien’s mouth almost hit the floor of the cave as his eyes were met with the miraculous sight of his completely nude wife. Her slim, athletic physique was the epitome of perfection; no feature lacking in any sense of the word. As Damien already knew but now took full notice of, was the fact that from head to toe, her skin was pale but not in a negative way. In fact, her snow-white skin had a glow to it that almost came off as bioluminescent under the holy light that Damien had conjured.

Kallia’s blonde hair flowed over her uncovered shoulders down to right above her breasts. Her breasts were proportioned perfectly; not large, but certainly not small either. Their most fascinating feature this time around however, was the areolas. They, like the rest of her body were of a pale complexion; except now they were grey, in dark contrast to her white skin.

Finally, his curious eyes travelled down to the last of her assets nestled between her legs. Her slit was about the same shade of grey as the areolas of her breasts; a detail that both surprised and entranced him beyond belief. Damien failed to suppress a gasp when he noted that the lips of her slit were glistening as a sure sign of her arousal. His heart leapt at the fact that his wife was as attracted to him as he was to her in that moment.

Kallia suddenly approached him and grinned, pressing her hands to his shoulders. With a slight forcefulness that surprised him, she pushed him down onto his back. He fell back onto the cave floor with a slight thud and a surprised grunt. He was slightly alarmed for a moment but his fears were assuaged when Kallia knelt down on her knees between his splayed legs. Bringing her thin fingers up to his waistline, she began untying the straps that held his breeches up, staring up at him seductively as she did.

Slowly but surely, to make the moment persist as long as it could, she finished with the knot on his breeches and began pulling them down his legs. Looking down, she could clearly see the outline of his bulge throbbing underneath the cloth; she was eagerly anticipating its grand arrival as she continued sliding the breeches down Damien’s legs. Finally, his breeches made their full retreat and his thick organ deftly sprang up into the frigid air, eliciting a gasp of relief from Damien now that it was free of its confining prison.

Kallia looked down at the masterpiece before her, her mouth parted open slightly and her eyes glistened with admiration. She took in every detail with great interest; its veiny texture, the thick purple head, the clear droplet of precum that had crowned the head, and finally his plump orbs nestled at the bottom. Her mouth was practically watering and she felt her slit become wetter from her desire to become reacquainted with this organ that had once brought her countless nights of pleasure.

She shuffled her knees a few inches closer so that the thick bobbing shaft was right before her. Reaching her hand out in preparation and looking up into Damien’s eyes she asked, “Is this alright?”

Damien’s mind was in a fog of lust at the moment and he had been practically comatose since her naked form had first been revealed to him. He looked down at her hand patiently waiting to thoroughly explore forgotten territory and quickly nodded for her to continue.

Smiling again, she brought her hand over to his penis and her fingers finally made first contact with it. Damien suddenly shuddered with a jolt of shock at first touch; touch that was both pleasurable and alarming due to how icy cold her skin was.

Kallia pulled her hand back quickly with a concerned expression on her face. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked.

Damien shook his head and let out a quick breath. The feeling of her hand on his shaft had been so different than he had last remembered it; the unnatural chill of her skin feeling so foreign to the warmth that she had once had. However, the first touch had also sent an electric shock through his entire body that was like nothing he had ever felt before.

“No,” he began, still shivering a little, “It was just, new. It was a little cold is all,” he said softly.

Kallia frowned, looking back down at her unnaturally white skin. “I’m sorry, I know how my new…form must be to you. I don’t have the same warmth that I once did. I’ll stop if you want,” she offered.

Damien’s eyes lit up at realization at what he had said. “No, no, my love; it wasn’t uncomfortable and, believe me, your ‘form’ is absolute perfection. It was just...different for me,” he said in attempt to reassure her. “And,” he continued, reaching his hand down and caressing her leg, “It was actually quite exhilarating.”

Her frown again morphed into a smile as his words increased her confidence. Taking that as her queue to give it another shot, she reached her hand down again and wrapped her slender fingers around the pillar of flesh, overjoyed to see that now her husband’s face contorted into not an expression of alarm this time, but absolute pleasure.

“Ohh light,” he gasped as the electric shock that he had felt from initial contact was amplified tenfold. He had not been lying when he had said that the chill of her skin was exhilarating. He shuddered and moaned as she began to smoothly glide her hand up and down his shaft, sending a wonderful chill up through his whole body with each stroke.

Damien’s moans of approval gauged a quickened pace from Kallia’s hand movements. The fact that he hadn’t recoiled from her touch and more than that, was vocally announcing the pleasure that she was giving him delighted her. She continued her stroking and gently squeezed the shaft, causing another small globule of precum to emerge from the tip. Noticing this, she slowed her pace and gently brought the tips of her thumb and forefinger to the head of his shaft and ran the clear liquid through her fingers experimentally. Then, after coating the fingers of her right hand with some of the precum glaze, she began to cover his shaft with the lubricant while continuing to avidly stroke his shaft with the left hand. The clear liquid coating having served its purpose, she was now able to quicken her pace, stroking her husband’s penis with vigor.

Damien couldn’t stop moaning from Kallia’s gentle ministrations and began to slightly thrust his shaft up in time with her strokes. She continued her movements as he instinctively was thrusting up into her stroking fist, sounds of his ragged breathing, moans and Kallia’s stroking filling their hidden sanctuary. Kallia suddenly brought her other hand down to Damien’s testicles and began to tickle and fondle each orb tenderly, continuing her work with the other hand.

Damien couldn’t help himself after that; her gentle work of his shaft and balls were just driving him over the edge way faster than he would have liked. Reluctantly he slowed his breathing and insisted that Kallia put a halt to her movements so that he could last longer.

“Wait, wait Kallia, I don’t want to lose myself just yet,” he raggedly whispered to her.

Kallia slowed her handjob, eventually coming to a complete halt despite her enjoyment that came with pleasuring him. Grinning, she said coyly, “I see; you want to save your seed for me? How selfless of you, my love,” she said, leaning down and planting a kiss on his cheek.

Damien laughed, caressing her inner thigh. “That was amazing; but it wouldn’t be right for me to just leave your needs unattended, would it?” he asked, grinning.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t,” she laughed, immediately reclining herself onto her back. Her eyes twinkled at him eagerly as she spread her pale thighs apart, revealing the swollen lips of her labia which were parting slightly and glistening in anticipation. She seductively made a motion with her finger for him to approach her; an order which Damien obeyed without question.

He crawled toward her, his eyes entranced by hers as he went. He took up position in between her spread legs and looked down at the treasure that she had presented him with. With the same manners that she had adhered to, Damien looked up at Kallia questioningly, awaiting her permission. Kallia bit her bottom lip, nodding for him to go ahead; she herself eager to feel the pleasures that he would bestow on her just as she did him.

He lowered his hand and experimentally brushed his fingers along the glistening lips of her labia. Her hips jerked at first contact and Damien heard a sharp intake of breath from her. Kallia didn’t just react to the gentle movements of his fingers, but also the stark contrast between her body temperature and his.

Damien smiled at her surprised reaction and continued his stimulations of her outer lips, using two fingers of one hand to gently rub and tickle the lips while his other hand was caressing her thigh. Kallia was already writhing under his touch and Damien hadn’t even entered her depths yet. Damien’s careful explorations and warm skin temperature combined with Kallia’s anticipation of what was coming and four years of sexual deprivation all contributed to her heightened pleasure from her husband’s touch.

Her lips had become so moist from her earlier arousal that they made a wet squelching noise whenever Damien circled them with his fingers. She began to buck her hips up into his fingers; this served as a sign to Damien that she was both feeling pleasured but at the same time, wanted further attention.

Looking down, Damien could see the protruding nub of her clit under the light that he had conjured. He lowered his hand down and spread her lips apart so that she was exposed to him; then, lowering his other hand down, his thumb made contact with her clit and he began to lightly rub at it.

When Damien started working her clit, she let out an audible moan that, had the cave not been sealed off, would certainly have alerted nearby outsiders. Through her moans, he continued rubbing gently, applying just the right amount of pressure on the nub but not enough to cause her discomfort. Kallia gasped when Damien suddenly penetrated her vagina with his pointer finger while he quickened the pace of rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“Aha ah ah, oh Dami-, ahh!” she gasped and sighed, her voice quickly trailing off into unintelligible gibberish. Simultaneously, she had unconsciously brought her hand down to one of her breasts and began caressing the nipple as she gave herself in to Damien’s expert handiwork. Damien’s finger began to glide effortlessly in and out of her slit; the forward entries quickened by her natural feminine lubrication.

Not long after he had begun thrusting into Kallia with his fingers, Damien was already slowing down suddenly, not removing his fingers from her cavern completely but coming to a halt. Kallia, whose eyes had been closed during the foreplay, questioned why the movements had ceased. “Damien? What’re you-,” she began to ask, before her question was answered. A wet appendage made contact with the lips of her labia and swept across to her clit. It took Kallia a moment to realize that Damien was now tonguing her sensitive slit. Soon enough, he brought two of his fingers down to her slit and began to gently thrust into it again as his tongue continuously ran in a wet path across her clit.

“Ahhh, ah yes!” she cried, digging her fingers through his hair. Her moans spurred Damien on, lapping at her slit, drinking in her juices with fervor and flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue continuously. The experience of oral stimulation was driving Kallia wild; so much so that she couldn’t restrain the bucking of her hips against Damien’s face. He didn’t seem to mind though; her constant movements were a reminder to him of how much pleasure he was bringing her, which in itself satisfied him greatly.

Despite the haze of lust and the pleasure overdrive, Kallia grew guilty that it had been a while since she had tended to Damien’s needs. She opened her eyes and looked down past him still working her slit with his mouth and fingers, and saw his organ throbbing painfully between his legs, the purple head staring angrily at her. Looking back up at his face, she wondered briefly if Damien even realized just how much his organ was aching for release, because it seemed that he had become so enthralled with working her slit to even notice anything else.

Despite the fact that her orgasm was achingly close, Kallia was determined to withhold for the moment so that she could return to her husband’s needs. “Wait, my love,” she rasped. Damien came to a halt reluctantly, retracting his face from her depths to look up at her with a smile, licking her fluid from his lips briefly.

“Sorry, did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“Oh light no, I never want you to stop!” she exclaimed. “But that would be selfish of me; I think it’s time I return the favor, he seems to be getting frustrated with me,” she said, pointing to his throbbing organ. “Don’t you think?” she asked playfully.

“On the contrary, he’s just patiently awaiting the chance to get to know you again,” Damien chuckled, causing Kallia to blush and laugh herself. “Don’t worry about my needs, I’m perfectly content to keep satisfying yours,” he said, gently flicking at her clit, causing her to shudder.

“Nonsense; I think there’s a way that we can both get what we need,” she said with a wry grin. “Lie down on your back my love.”

Damien pulled himself back from her glorious depths, promising to return to it soon, and reclined himself onto his back as commanded.

“Now, close your eyes and don’t open them until I say,” she said, crawling toward him on her hands and knees.

Damien did as told, closing his eyes, momentarily shuddering from anticipation of what she had in mind. Damien felt her weight pressing down on top of him but didn’t think much of it at first. Suddenly Damien gasped when he felt a cool set of lips tenderly kiss the head of shaft. He was tempted to open his eyes but reluctantly kept them closed as per his wife’s commands. Then, he felt a wetness and wonderful warmth spread through him as a tongue coiled around the top of his shaft. Damien moaned and Kallia let his shaft slide from her mouth with an audible pop.

“Open your eyes,” she said, shifting her weight backwards.

Damien opened his eyes to be greeted with a close-up view of her glistening slit. She had lowered it right above his face and meanwhile had brought her own mouth down to his organ, determined to bring him his own dose of oral pleasure.

Damien smiled at this wonderful idea and immediately dove into her slit again, lapping at it with his tongue for all he was worth. Kallia gasped before engulfing his shaft into her mouth, sucking it furiously to equalize the speed with which he was working her. The two quickly lost themselves to their mutual pleasures; their moans muffled by the oral stimulations each was causing to the other.

Kallia would begin by giving the head of his penis a twirling lick, eagerly scooping up droplets of precum as she went, and jerking off the bottom half of the organ at the same time. She would then begin her descent, curling her tongue around the shaft and lowering her head, allowing inch by inch to enter her mouth. When she was about half way down the shaft, she considered stopping and sliding back up to the head to repeat the process, but instead, she continued lowering her mouth, eager to accept his entirety into her throat.

When Kallia felt the head of his cock slip down into her throat, she was surprised and somewhat proud of the feat. Only then did she realize how she was able to accomplish this; as an undead, she apparently had no gag reflex. She wasted no time; using this newly acquired skill, she was determined to give Damien something that she hadn’t before. Retreating from the shaft momentarily, she returned her lips to the tip, giving it another firm lick and a kiss on the head before engulfing the shaft again. Immediately she slid the entire length right down into her throat before sliding back up to the top, the shaft never leaving her mouth. Her head was pistoning up and down on his groin, letting out soft moans of “mmh” and “mmph” from her full mouth as she did.

Damien grunted when he felt Kallia slide his shaft into and out of her throat continuously. Because of this amazing feeling that she was gracing him with, he immediately began to double his efforts. He lashed at her lips with greater insistence, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue before quickly driving his tongue into her hole, drinking from her depths as if he were dying of thirst. When he pulled his tongue out to catch a breath, he went back to stimulating her clit, even letting the nub very lightly scrape against his front teeth as he toyed the nub with his tongue. This stimulation provoked a response from Kallia in the form of a quick shudder followed by more vigorous sucking of Damien’s manhood.

Soon enough, the two lovers found themselves swiftly approaching mutual climax. Kallia slid his shaft out of her mouth and let out a moan as Damien was driving his tongue into her depths again. “Damien, ah yes…I’m getting close,” she panted, reaching down and fondling his testicles.

Damien pulled his face back and said, “Me too; should we…you know?” he asked.

Kallia thought for a moment; part of her wanted to keep going until he spilt his delicious seed into her mouth as she herself climaxed. But the other option however, was far more tempting and was what she had been building up to all evening. She easily made her decision.

“No, not yet,” she said, retracting from his manhood for the moment and spinning herself around so that she was facing him. She brought her lips down to his ear and whispered, “I want your seed where it is meant to go.” Reaching down and stroking his shaft, she said, “Make love to me Damien, like we used to.”

Damien’s cheeks reddened profusely as her enticing words sank in. He mashed his lips to hers, their tongues intertwining just as their bodies would soon be doing. They caressed each other as they kissed; Kallia tracing her fingers along Damien’s muscled shoulders and Damien stroking his hands up and down along her slender back, undeterred by the chill of her albino skin.

They pulled from the kiss and Kallia circled an arm around Damien, gently lowering him down onto his back. Damien huffed and panted in anticipation as Kallia pursed her lips, dabbing her fingers on the tip of his penis and spreading precum and her saliva around the head in preparation for entry. Of all their blissful romps that evening, this one was the crescendo, the point that they had been eagerly building up to ever since they shared that first kiss hours before.

Everything was ready; Damien’s penis was standing proudly from his groin in all its nine inches of glory. As their eyes met, they both saw absolute love and wanting; no doubt or regrets as she straddled his waist. Kallia intertwined her fingers within Damien’s and lowered herself down above his shaft. Her moistened slit was now hovering right above his shaft, eagerly waiting to accept it into her depths. A single trickle of her juice dropped from her slit and landed on the head of his penis, intermingling with the precum there.

Their eyes met again and Damien asked her sincerely, “Are you ready my love?” They were not virgins; that barrier had been torn down when they had first made love on their wedding night years before. However, in a way, they were making love for the first time since Kallia technically had died. Damien wanted to be sure that she was absolutely prepared for what was coming.

Kallia smiled serenely. “I’ve thought about nothing else for hours, I’ve never been more ready,” she happily proclaimed.

Holding onto his hands for leverage, she finally lowered her slit down onto the rigid, blood-engorged shaft. Her pale lips kissed the head of his penis and parted aside as the thick head nestled into a new home. Kallia bit her bottom lip and gasped as first contact was made between their privates. Penetration had not yet occurred and she was already being driven wild by the thick head spreading her tender lips and the close, intimate pleasure that they were about to share. Finally, she dropped down with a gentle force of her hips and the head of his penis slipped into her hole and another inch slid itself inside her.

They moaned in unison as their bodies were joined in the most intimate way possible. They looked down at their groins and saw the pale grey lips of her slit engulfing the head of his pink penis. Kallia adjusted herself on his lap and looked up at his face with a knowing glance.

Damien nodded and Kallia continued lowering herself down his shaft. Their breathing became ragged as inch after inch of his warm shaft was fed into her hungry vagina, the penetration eased by the amount of arousal and lubrication from earlier. Still however, they took great care in making the initial descent as slow as possible to make the coupling last.

Finally, his entire shaft was inside of her, Kallia’s pale pelvis resting against his, her skin tickled by Damien’s pubic hair. The fullness that she felt and the tightness that he felt were exquisite to both, they both stifled a gasp and their breathing quickened when they felt Damien’s penis head pressing against the entrance of her womb.

“Ohh my, I will never take this for granted again!” she gasped, tightening her grip on Damien’s hands, slowly gyrating her hips gently on Damien’s lap. “I’m the luckiest wife that ever lived, or,” she gasped, “Died.”

Damien chuckled at her brief bit of dark humor but his laugh was cut off and turned to a throaty grunt when she started raising herself off of his penis. She began her ascent, feeling his hard pole sliding along her tight depths and the tender friction between their loins as she went. When she felt all but the thick head leaving her, she stopped her movements all at once to prepare for her downward thrust. She felt such an unsettling emptiness when his penis was outside of her, as if there, deep inside her, was where it belonged.

Without further ado, she dropped herself down onto his lap again, his penis sliding back into the lovely confines of her vagina. Explosions of pleasure wracked their bodies at first thrust and garbled moans and pants escaped their mouths. As they felt an ever growing arousal building up within their bodies and an approaching climax, they began move with increasing urgency.

Their initially slow movements had now grown into genuine thrusting between the human man and his undead wife. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she rode him, her hips rolling back and forth so that his shaft slid its way in and out of her treasured depths. At the half-way point, Damien would meet her downward thrust with an upward thrust of his own, connecting the base of his shaft with her outstretched lips time and again. Then they would retract and repeat the process with quickened pace again.

“Ohh yes, mmh, ahhh, mmm, I’m…ah, so cold…mmm, warm me up, my love,” she moaned passionately as his wonderful penis filled her void and retreated over and over, the friction between the two fulfilled her wishes, transferring some of his warmth to her depths.

She still couldn’t believe events had led to this; here passionately making love within a cave with nothing but a thin wall of ice separating them from the dangers outside. She still couldn’t comprehend how Damien hadn’t been completely repulsed by her in the first place, especially given the horrors he faced in his war with the undead. Yet here he was under her, looking up into her eyes with passion, his hands locked within hers and his hips meeting hers with each glorious downward thrust. Within this cave, they were proving that their love for each other was stronger than social norm.

Just thinking these things increased her arousal and caused her to unexpectedly clench tighter on his shaft and secrete more lubricating fluids. His penis quickened its entries due to the added lubrication. Already he could feel his impending climax approaching and he could tell that hers was as well judging by her ragged breathing and her vagina walls clenching at his penis.

“Ohh by the light…I’m close, I’m so close my lovely Kallia,” he gasped.

“Yes, yes me too! Let’s do it together my love, I need to feel your hot seed filling me up. Fill me up as I cum, Damien,” she pleaded, thrusting up and down his lap faster. Her walls suddenly clenched him in an unbreakable grip and she felt her juices washing over his thrusting shaft. “Ohh here it comes! I’m cuming!” she moaned.

Damien wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down tight into his coming orgasm, hugging her body close to his as they trembled together. With one final downward thrust, the head of his penis pressed against the entrance to her womb and his testicles conjured up his sperm for impending release.

He cried out loud, his moan matching hers as his penis twitched before exploding, releasing thick, frothy strands of his semen directly into her waiting womb. Due to the enormous lapse of time since he had relieved himself and the passion and pleasure that they had just shared, he felt himself literally filling her womb to the brim. He lost comprehension of time and place as his penis jerked and shot rope after successive rope of cum into her belly.

After about a dozen spurts, he let out a sigh of relief as his orgasm slowly subsided. Kallia’s too had persisted and ended at about the same duration as Damien’s, both of them having cum almost in unison. The feeling of his warm semen shooting up into her as she orgasmed simultaneously was indescribable; she wanted that to last forever. Not since their wedding night when they had given each other their virginities had they experienced such intense climaxes. Kallia felt the large quantity of Damien’s seed that he had shot into her womb and felt some of it overflowing and dripping out to fall onto the floor of the cave.

There was such a strong feeling of warmth and serenity radiating through them as they clung to each other’s sweaty bodies. Kallia laid down upon Damien, his penis still lodged within her slit which was slowly dripping out globs of semen. She laid her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and kissing his chest. Damien stroked and massaged her back with both of his hands, his rising and falling chest moving in synchronization with hers.

“I love you so much Damien; I never want this night to end. Now I remember why we did this so often,” she said raggedly, her voice still shaky from her evaporated climax. “You were absolutely perfect.”

Damien kissed her forehead, saying, “So were you my love. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment in my solitude. The light has answered my prayers by bringing you back into my life,” he said with tears welling in his eyes.

Kallia looked up into his face, “You will never lose me again, I promise you that. Nothing will ever separate us again,” she proclaimed, her lips meeting his in a final joyous kiss. Kallia laid her head down onto his chest, the slow, relaxed tandem of his heartbeat soothing her. Both satisfied and exhausted, the human and his undead wife fell asleep on that cave floor in each other’s arms, their bodies and minds fused together as one.
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