I’ve never needed a word for “bafflingly terrifying” before. Never. The sound of the words behind me are stretched greatly but their pitch doe...n’t lower. The hand in my hand seems to dissolve. In the fading, cool, light his body turns from man to mist, and from substance to something else. Before what was he vanishes in the wind I can see the whole portrait of him, rippling in a unique, apparently gaseous medium. As it disperses, I simply start crying.Tears stream down my face, seemingly. She noticed that he was remarkable well preserved for an undead, hardly any rot on him. He also seemed to be better equipped than most horde in the area. He wore elegant dark robes as well as a hood over his face. He would cast a spell and any creature near him would either flee in fear or drop dead, clutching their head. Ealya thought that this undead may not be as passive as most other horde in the area. She tried to run, but was struck with a paralyzing pain in her head. She dropped to her. I just stood there a bit numb and unsure about how I felt about what had just happened. A man had kissed my hand! The only thought I remember with any clarity was "Wow! I'm glad I had the hair waxed off my arms and hands!" If that guy had tumbled to the fact that I wasn't a real woman, I might have been in a little trouble when he kissed my hand and found hair!A slight digression: Before I go any farther, I should tell you that I was then, and I am now, a heterosexual male. I have never. "Tell me what you want Kimmi." Please kiss my special spot. Pleeeease," I whimpered. "I can't take your teasing!"He softly kissed my inner thigh once more and then his tongue found my sweet spot. I arched off the bed with the sensation. God this man was good. I started moaning with each flick of his tongue. He held my bottom tightly and buried his face in my pussy. I screamed out. He continued this ecstasy until I was squealing with every lick. I was about to release when he suddenly.