“He has released his hold on this world.” The dragon explained. “His spirit refuses to return. There is nothing more you can do for him.”“No...” The healer wailed in anguish. “You ... you said you might do something for him if I couldn’t?”“I did, but it is a poor choice.” Typhon replied. “Should you choose, I will raise him as an undead warrior and allow him to serve me. I cannot do anything more, since his soul has already fled into oblivion.”Vasin’s face bore his shock. “I, I don’t think he. That’s pretty weird”I was thinking the same thing, kind of erotic in a weird sort of way, not into s**t or seeing it or anything but the fact that she would do it with me standing right there kinda turned me on.We got in the shower and scrubbed each other off, both of us needed lots of attention in our crotch. I turned her around and started washing her back and working my way down to her ass. I soaped up her cheeks and when I started washing her ass crack and hole she said “Are you sure you. “I was staring at this.” I was startled, confusing, and a little hornier. I managed to ask, “W-what? What are you doing?” She giggled as she began to rub my dick through my shorts, “Oh honey, you’d gotten a hard-on after rubbing me with lotion and hearing me moan. Once I saw it, I knew I had to have it.” I was still very confused and a tad disturbed, “B-but, my Dad…” She placed a slender finger on my lips and shushed me, “Honestly, you think your father would be able to please me? Besides, he’s. That was a conscious decision on my part. When you make an omelette you break a few eggs. When you make a designer virus you have to find the appropriate test subjects. Everyone, and I mean everyone, does human trials. I just chose to pick my subjects with a little more care than most governments. It didn't last long; the science demanded less controlled interactions. It was bias you see. The harder I tried to ensure infection stayed inside the criminal element the more useless my infection.