Final Entry Of The Poll Driven “She Was Too Low Level” Story

You can find the final entry to the last “She Was Too Low Level” story below the link, or read it in its entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The final entry is a short one at just about 1,700 words. It’s a pretty dark ending even compared to the rest of these stories, although most of the darker aspects of the main character’s fate are left vague and only suggested.

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The Necromancer paused, head bowed and eyes closed as if in prayer. After a long silence he opened his eyes, grinning evilly at the Priestess lying limp and dead-eyed on the ground by his feet.

He knelt beside Athela, cocking his head to the side as he turned her face to look up at him. “I wish to tell you about my goddess,” he told her, looking from eye to eye. He searched for any sign she was aware of her surroundings. Although he found none it did not give him pause and he went on.

“Not all the gods of Alaria are like the one you worshiped,” he began, holding her head so that her thoughtless, half-closed eyes stared into his. “Your goddess, Ihena, occupies herself with the lives of mortals, using her blessings and her followers to try and shape our world into something she finds pleasing.” He paused before sneering, “Tradition and stability,” as though the words were a curse.

“Oh yes, Ihena’s plans for us mortals are very knowable. But not Musva. Her will is ineffable. Her followers know better than to try and decipher the meaning of her divine inspiration. We know to follow and not ask why.”

Athela let out a whimpered moan. The Necromancer cocked his head again, trying to decipher the meaning of it. “Do you reject Musva still? Are you trying to tell me you do not wish for me to reveal what I do for my goddess? Or is that pain and pleasure melted mind of yours simply firing off a few jumbled, faltering impulses that led you to moan for no reason?”

He waited for a reply. For a moment it seemed Athela’s eyes tried to focus on him, but they quickly rolled half into her head when doing so wasn’t possible.

“I think you’re still in there,” he said, his grimy nails digging into her cheeks. “Listening. Aware of what has happened to you. Hearing and understanding my words. Maybe I’m wrong, but I hope I’m not.”

After another long pause where his hopes to see some intelligence in her eyes were left unanswered he went on.

“Musva wishes me to grow an undead army. For what purpose, I do not know. She’s told me that I am to move from cemetery and necropolis, taking the raw ingredients found there to create more undead. I’m to experiment and create stronger and more perverse forms of undead. To grow my army and move on.

“As I said, I know not why. Surely Musva has some great battle in mind one day for my army. For HER army,” he corrected himself. “But she wants more of me. See, each place I use to add to my army will be altered by my experiments. Powerful Necromantic magic will be left soaked deep into the place. I’ll be leaving behind something changed, something that will be better than what I found.

“A dungeon,” he explained. “A place that will draw in heroes and Adventurers. A place emanating ‘evil’ they will feel driven to clear out. A place that will spawn rumors of hoarded treasure. They will come. They will battle the undead. And in the end those that survive will even find those rumored treasures.

“But that won’t be the end. Once cleared out the Necromantic magic will remain soaked into the walls of the dungeon. The undead monsters and fiendish traps that fill the dungeon’s halls will respawn. Even the treasure that serves as a reward for those who brave its dangers will return.

“I’ve no idea why such a place pleases Musva. It’s not my place to understand her will, only to carry it out. So that’s what I do here. And as I prepare to leave I must finish creating the heart of the dungeon that will keep this place forever regenerating.”

As he monologued at the broken Priestess her massively enlarged breasts had shrunk. By the time he let go of her face and stood her breasts had returned to their original size.

“I didn’t have what I needed for that,” he told her as he turned his back on Athela. “But sadly, for you at least, I do now.”

Shuffling, dragging sounds filled the silence of the tomb once he stopped talking. The Necromancer smiled as one of the Revenants Athela had faced earlier came shambling into the room. Its undead gaze had been locked on its master, but once it was in the small room that gaze shifted to Athela. It shuffled faster, reaching out for her as it let out a guttural moan of desire.

“You saw the limitations of these creatures,” he told Athela as the Revenant fell upon the helpless Priestess. “You saw how easily the power animating them could be spent,” he told her as it rolled her over onto her belly and hefted her back end up. As it mounted her from behind, grunting in pleasure as it shoved its undead cock into her, the Necromancer went on.

“They were a failed experiment, but one I learned much from,” he told her as the undead monster fucked her. It braced itself on her shoulders as it humped her plump backside, needlessly pinning her to the ground.

“So they will not be coming with me. But they WILL serve a purpose here, and it won’t be as enemies in the dungeon I’ve created. They will remain here, in this room, fucking you. See, this circle you are in, will keep them full of Necromantic power, ensuring they remain animated even after they are ‘spent’ from making use of your deliciously thick body.”

As if to illustrate this the Revenant grunted in release, cumming in Athela. The lights in its eyes flicked and it looked as though it was about to collapse, but before that happened green energy crackled out from the staffs making the circle around Athela. The power arced out like lightning and struck the Revenant, keeping it animated. Keeping it hard. Allowing it to begin fucking her again.

While that was happening another of the Revenants appeared, shuffling into the room while groaning in carnal hunger at the sight of Athela. It entered the circle, its cock growing instantly hard.

“You’ll remain here in this circle, joined by the Revenants,” the Necromancer said as he busied himself gathering up any important possessions he wished to take with him. After filling a backpack he hefted it over his shoulders and took up his staff of power then made to leave the room.

“You’ll remain here, fucked endlessly by them for the rest of your life,” he told Athela as he walked past her.

The second Revenant had grabbed hold of her by then. Together the two undead monsters hefted her into the air, the one fucking her from behind grabbing her upper arms to hold her up while the other grabbed her head and rammed its cock into her mouth and down her throat.

They fucked her from both ends. She remained limp and silent except for some guttural gags as the one savaged her throat. Her legs hung limp, her feet held a few inches off the floor while her large breasts swung like flopping fleshy pendulums under her.

As the Necromancer left the chamber more of the Revenants arrived. Two of the monstrosities dragged a closed stone casket into the room, placing it under Athela. They stood and waited for the two fucking the Priestess to cum.

They dropped her onto the casket, nearly collapsing but having the power reanimating them refilled by the power of the circle surrounding them. During this moment of weakness the other two Revenants took their chance to fall upon Athela. One picked her up, the other getting on the casket and laying on its back. The second lowered the Priestess onto the first’s throbbing member, lining her asshole up with its hard cock. Thanks to the cum leaking out of her cunt it was able to easily slide into her puckered hole. The second then rammed its throbbing member into her pussy.

By then the other two had recovered. One bent her back, laying her on the Revenant under her in a way that allowed it to access her mouth. As it started fucking her face the fourth moved close and slapped its cock on one of her tits, rubbing its hardness into the breast’s soft bulk then humping her tit.

As the four gang banged the Priestess more arrived. They brought with them tattered blankets once used to cover caskets. They were now filled with bricks pried from other places in the catacombs. They dragged them into the small room.

The Necromancer stood on the other side of the door, looking in and chuckling as the monsters savaged Athela. “And so the heart of the dungeon is born,” he said. He watched as the door into the room dissolved. Around him power began to flow into the catacombs, beginning to change the place, beginning to morph the catacombs into a dungeon proper.

At the same time a large cremation urn formed by the door. Revenants began dipping bricks into it, pulling them out covered in oozing mortar. Brick by brick they began filing in the opening that had been the door into the chamber.

“No one will find the heart of the dungeon,” the Necromancer told Athela. “Once the entrance is bricked up it will magically seal so no one will even know the room is there. You’ll remain inside, the Revenants fucking you to fuel the magic of this place.”

Athela did not answer. There was only the moist sound of her cum-leaking holes being fucked. Only the sound of undead flesh slapping into her softness. On the gack-gack-gack of her gagging as her throat was pounded.

The Necromancer stood, chuckling happily as the entranceway was bricked up. He remained till the entrance was gone and the sounds inside faded.

Finally he turned, slamming his staff on the ground to seal the magic. “Musva be praised,” he muttered, sending out a mental command for his living and undead followers to join him as he left the newly formed dungeon, leaving the never-ending gangbang at its heart behind.