42 – 534 Years Old Virgin

"Sorry." Emily pulled her face away. "I will find a new face later…. So that you can feel my lips."

"Is your face really can't recover to how it was?"

She shook her head. "No, my lord. This is not a wound anymore. My face is completely gone."

I shrugged. "Well, you can use my skin, but then you become masculine."

"The facial skin will adjust to my skull, so it won't be a problem…. However, no. This eye alone is enough, your lord."

"My face will grow again…."

"No." She cut me off. "I don't want you to sacrifice yourself again for me. It's enough."

I helped her up and changed my position, making her lean against the wall. "Then let me do something special for you."

"With my hideous appearance like this?"

"I don't care .." My hands began to move to her waist. "May I?"

For the umpteenth time, she fell silent before finally nodding. I started to take off this supreme undead's bodysuit, the only garment that wrapped her body.

"If I knew it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have to put my clothes back on after a shower." She turned her face away as I lowered her black outfit. Maybe under normal conditions, her face will turn red.

"Are you cold?" I asked when I found her trembling slightly after becoming completely naked. "We can change places if you want."

"I told you, cold won't bother me." She replied in a stiff tone. "So, this is okay…. I'm just a little nervous."

"Okay then." I started squeezing her breasts, which were also cold. They fit my hands perfectly, making me want to squeeze them harder.

"Please be gentle." She winced as I slightly pinched her nipples. "This is my first time."

Well, this came as a surprise to me. After all, she was the first to take the initiative to kiss me.

"Relax," I assure her, starting to move my hand to her waist, which feels smooth but again without warmth.

She whimpered as I touched the center of her genital.

"I hope your two succubi don't find out about this." She gulped.

"You talk a lot, don't you?" I chuckled, bringing my face closer to her chest. "They will not mind this. They know my position as a demon lord."

"Huh, you really…." Her words were cut short when I gently sucked her nipples. I fiddled with my tongue, licking the part to stimulate it further.

And while doing that, I took off my pants. The woman flinched again, only glancing at my manhood.

I then stood up, and she looked resigned, still looking the other way. As my desire became intense, I connected my private thing to hers, triggering a muffled moan to escape her mouth.

With her deep yet feminine tone, I feel like I'm hearing a passionate song that's different from usual.

And there is one that I noticed from her. She was more passive, barely moving, allowing me to take the lead. So, I continued to move my hips back and forth with increasing intensity, enjoying the sensation of her feminine part wall.

Yes, the sensation I get is without any warmth at all. However, it continues to push my lust to the top.

I lifted her right leg as high as possible so that her genitals were exposed, making it easier for me to enjoy it more.

"My lord..." Her moans weren't as intense as Phisovia's or Xenora's. Her expression was also invisible because her face was covered in bandages. Even so, I know that she is enjoying all of this.

The harder I do this, the heavier her breath gets, and the ecstatic feeling keeps filling my head.

Great. You're different from those succubi, but that doesn't mean you're inferior to them, Emily. Your tight feminine crown is enough to please me.

Her moans turned long. I also felt like I was about to reach a climax. And finally, her genitals sprayed a liquid that was also cold. Even so, that didn't stop me from filling her womb with my own, giving me a peak of sensation that can't be described in words.

And I felt something else in the shaft of my manhood. Something thicker.

When I looked down, I found blackish blood on it.

Damn, she really is a virgin.

***

We were both lying on the boulder, looking up at the starry sky while still undressed. My manhood still wants it, but I'm holding back because it's her first time.

"How is it, my lord?" She covers her chest and feminine part. "How does a dead vagina feel?"

I slapped my forehead, not expecting to be asked that question. Emily's sense of humor is dark, even to me. "Well, I'd say the sensation is quite different."

Well, I was pretty surprised at myself for giving her that answer.

"I hope that's enough for you." She sighed.

"The question is, is that enough for you?"

"Well, that's more than enough for me." She answered quietly. "Finally, I can feel the living thing enter me."

Please, stop the joke, Emily. I feel bad laughing at such dark things.

"So." I cleared my throat. "You haven't finished telling me about your past, Emily."

"That's right." She turned her head to me. "I haven't told you about why I guard that cave."

The supreme undead general changed into a sitting position. "The thing is, my late master has a strange goal. She created a place that will continue to give the best weapons to those who deserve them. And she plans it to continue until the end of time. Well, even now, I don't know why she has that absurd wish."

"Ah, that's why she created necromancy?"

"That's right, my lord." Emily continued. "At first, she intended to guard the cave. She had prepared it long ago."

"So, she continues to experiment to find a method of resurrecting corpses, but with certainty that their minds are intact? Is that so she can resurrect herself later?" I asked again. "So she can guard the cave until the end of time?"

"She never managed to do it."

I sat down next to her, running the back of my finger against the soft skin of her arm. "And after she died, it was you who practiced necromancy to resurrect her?"

Emily's eyes began to moisten with tears. With a hoarse voice, she answered. "I even preserved her body…. Unfortunately, I can only use basic necromancy…. Every corpse I resurrect, not all of them still have consciousness."

She took a deep breath. "And it all ended when my master's body disappeared for no apparent reason."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I can't imagine how Emily felt at that moment. She had struggled for years and was not getting the results she wanted.

"I kept looking for her, but to no avail." A bitter laugh slid from her mouth. "So, I think enough is enough. I decided to continue my late master's wish: become the guardian of the undead cave, testing those who came to give them weapons…. Until Ritor ruins everything."

I sighed. "Forgive that idiot."

"It's okay." She looked up at the sky again. "Without his idiotness, I wouldn't have met you…. I will be stuck there forever."

I gently rubbed her bare back. "How does it feel to be on guard there?"

"Quiet. Some of the corpses I resurrected did have consciousness, but they became mindless over time." She laughed bitterly again. "And as time goes on, fewer people come there."

"Well, that's because people misunderstood what you wrote about that place hint. The words well and cave are very similar in the old way of writing." I explained. "And over the centuries, people have concluded that the entrance to that place is a cave, not a well."

"Oh, that's why." She took a deep breath. "Shit. I don't have eyelids, so I can't cry."

Is that a dark joke too?