Succubus Master
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Chapter 22: Guell Cemetery (I)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 22: Guell Cemetery (I) - A cowardly adventurer named Roger is reborn by the God of Chaos, Hades. Offered forbidden power, he must choose whether to serve, betray, or rise against the god—and in doing so, may change the fate of the world.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Slavery Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Magic Were animal Demons BDSM Torture Polygamy/Polyamory Transformation
“This is too...”
Roger looked around at the skeletons and zombies wandering in the cemetery, listening to the strange wind and howling in the garden. His legs trembled, and he clung tightly to Matar’s right hand.
A full moon hung high in the sky like a massive pupil, gazing down at the nightwalkers below—Roger, Alpha, Randy, Matar, and ten members of the Hades mercenaries—along with Kogas leading the way at the front.
The Vulture, Kogas, was indeed bald as his nickname implied. Scars from countless battles crisscrossed his wrinkled scalp. He wore light armor, and a thin, needle-like sword hung at his waist.
He radiated a murderous aura, making it clear he wasn’t someone to mess with. Upon seeing Roger’s terrified expression, he snorted contemptuously and muttered:
“You’d better not make so much noise, or you’ll alert—”
“Glaah!”
Before he could finish, a sharp sound cut him off. Everyone turned toward the source and saw Roger stepping on something. Hmm? Not a branch—it was wriggling. Looking closer, they realized it was a skeletal arm.
Though broken, it crawled along the ground like a spider. Its owner, a one-armed skeleton, was sprawled on the ground, struggling to rise.
“Waah!” Roger screamed, leaping into Matar’s arms. His Guardian Eye activated automatically due reflex, holy light bursting forth from his body.
The noise roused every skeleton and zombie in the cemetery. They turned their heads toward the intruders and rushed in from all directions, fangs bared and claws out. Some leaped from trees, while others clawed their way from beneath tombstones.
“Holy warriors, make way!” Kogas pointed and shouted at Elfa.
Without hesitation, Elfa charged forward with his shield raised, clearing a path like a tank. The rest followed closely, retreating while fighting to keep pace with him.
Ordinary skeletons and zombies were no match for them—especially with a swordsman present. Chopping through them was like slicing vegetables. However, the creatures in this cemetery were different. Blood-soaked and more terrifying than normal undead, they were unusually resilient—bones harder than steel.
Only warriors above Level 5 could cut them cleanly. Roger and lower-level warriors struggled, sometimes needing minutes just to bring down a single skeleton—let alone the thick-skinned zombies. Worst of all, they were endless. More just kept appearing. At this rate, even a swordsman would be exhausted to death.
There was only one option: reach the mausoleum as quickly as possible.
As the creepy, howling mausoleum loomed closer, a sense of relief swept through the group. Matar had long since left Roger behind. They’d discovered his Guardian Eye could repel blood skeletons and zombies, so they handed him Elfa’s tower shield and had him act as a front-line beacon.
Thus, once the panic settled, the group adapted quickly, coordinating like a single sharp sword aimed at the heart of the mausoleum.
Aside from one unfortunate second-level warrior—dragged into a swarm and devoured due to poor positioning—the others reached the mausoleum entrance safely.
Sensing their arrival, the howling from within grew louder, morphing into an ear-splitting scream. The sound waves were so painful everyone clutched their ears.
Even the undead pursuing them recoiled in fear. Some skeletons collapsed mid-run, their limbs flailing like scorpions as they dragged themselves backward.
The mausoleum’s gate stood open. Cobwebs, insects, and the occasional bat clung to its archway. A damp, cold breeze flowed out from within, tainted with mold.
Kogas led the way with a magic crystal lantern. The Hades mercenaries followed behind with torches, filing into the passage. Thanks to their guide, the journey was smooth and relatively safe. Soon, they reached the main tomb chamber.
A giant crystal coffin sat at the center, holding a shriveled corpse dressed in regal clothing. Its face was pale and withered.
Ice magic crystals were embedded in the coffin, casting a faint blue glow and releasing cold mist that veiled the area in frost. Around the coffin were various burial goods—silverware, gold, and ceremonial items.
As everyone crowded into the chamber, the torchlight brightened the space. Every corner became clearly visible. There wasn’t much else to see—just some statues and decorative vessels.