﻿\setgamedatatitle("Morte_13")

\text("Caym")
Come to think of it... before I came to get you, you said
you used to do it with undead a lot, didn't you?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Yes... there was nothing else to do... so...

\endtext

\text
Morte takes a sip of Glace's liquor and gives an erotic
smile.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Doing it with... Caym... is much better...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hmm. Well, I suppose that's true.

\endtext

\text
Night. The Demon Lord's bedroom.
\endtext

\text
Tonight again, Caym had called Morte, prepared some drinks,
and was enjoying some adult fun before starting sex.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
But now I'm curious. What was it actually like...?

\endtext

\text
Caym's collection of illusion stones contains quite a few
so-called monster sex scenes.
\endtext

\text
But thinking back, he realizes there weren't any with undead
as the partner.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
It's not... interesting. The only good thing is... they
never get tired...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Maybe that's how it is for women. ...But just imagining it
is pretty exciting.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Exciting... you say...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah. For some reason, women being violated by non-humans
has always been something that excites men.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... shall we try it...?
\endtext

\text
Caym looks back at Morte in surprise.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I haven't used them since you're here, Caym... but I have
some undead prepared in the graveyard for that...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
N-no, I was just talking about the illusion stones. I don't
have a fetish for letting monsters fuck my woman.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Or so I thought, but maybe...
\endtext

\text
Sex with Morte feels good, but getting her excited is always
a challenge.
\endtext

\text
If that's the case, maybe he could leave the 'physical
labor' to the undead and focus only on the technique
himself.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I take that back. It might actually be interesting.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Then... let me guide you... to the graveyard...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-okay. ...Even though it's night.
\endtext

\text
Caym was already starting to regret it inside, but Morte
stood up and left the room without hesitation―

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Here we are... come in... won't you?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Uh, um... excuse me for intruding.
\endtext

\text
A graveyard set up in the underground labyrinth. Naturally,
this is Morte's domain.
\endtext

\text
Pale blue lights shine in the dimness, and a thin mist
drifts in from somewhere.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Well then... I'll call them...
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\text("Caym")
U-uh. ...A graveyard at night isn't exactly the most
pleasant place.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
More importantly, you have special ones just for that,
right? ...But you could also order regular undead to rape,
couldn't you?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I could... but they only do what they're told. It's no
different than doing it myself...
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\text("Morte")
...When you make a graveyard, spirits seeking bodies
gather... Some of them are driven mad by lust...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
So you let them possess corpses. I see... But isn't that
dangerous?
\endtext

\text("Morte")
I can return them to the earth... anytime...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hmm. Very well... then, go ahead and summon them.

\endtext

\text
Morte nodded, closed her eyes, and spread her arms as if to
welcome something.
\endtext

\text
Then, in several spots around the graveyard, the earth began
to squirm, and with eerie groans, zombies and ghouls crawled
out.
\endtext

\text
Maybe they're happy to feel the outside air for the first
time in a while, as the undead twist their necks and wave
their arms back and forth, dancing.
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\text
But when they spot Morte, a woman, they all thrust their
hands forward and start to surge toward her.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Wait.
\endtext

\text
At that, Caym stepped in front of Morte and gave them an
order.
\endtext

\text
He wasn't even the one who summoned them―but Caym is the
Demon Lord.
\endtext

\text
His overwhelming power and presence, already commanding a
vast army of monsters, made these creatures freeze in their
tracks.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That's right... Obey me. If not, I'll destroy you all.

\endtext

\text
They have no expressions, but from the way they quiet down,
it's clear he's succeeded in commanding them.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Ah...
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\text
Morte looks surprised.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well then. ...Let's have some fun, shall we?

\endtext

\text
With a snap of his fingers, the undead who had stopped
moving all start dancing again at once.

\endtext

\text
With them lined up behind him, Caym pushes Morte down onto
the floor―
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\text("Morte")
Nn... n, nn...! It's going in... Caym's... ah, ah...


\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, go on, you lot.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Kuhuuu...! I-it's going in my butt too...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... hya... hands, their hands too...
\endtext

\text
The undead surround Morte and begin to violate her. In no
time, her asshole is penetrated and her hands are forced to
serve them.
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\text
But as for Caym, he stays inside her front hole without
moving himself.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah... w-why aren't you moving? M-move... I want you to
move...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Oh, I'll move. ...But only after you're nice and warmed up
and ready for me.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, you lot, go for it―! Make her feel it, warm her up
as much as you can!
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Gwooooo...!
\endtext

\text
The undead, possessed by lustful spirits starved for women,
move purely on that impulse.
\endtext

\text
But they still obey Caym's orders. As monsters, they have no
choice but to follow the Demon Lord's commands.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ah, ah... m-my butt... they're thrusting into it... it's
so cold...
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\text("Morte")
Nn, nngh... ha... kuh... s-such strength...!

\endtext

\text("Undead")
Gufuoooo...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hey now, are you sure you're okay? ...Still, they really are
going at it with some force.
\endtext

\text
Just like Morte―or even more so―the real undead are numb to
pleasure and hard to make feel anything.
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\text
Driven by a hunger-like libido, no matter how much they
thrust, only the faintest pleasure comes from it.

\endtext

\text
As if venting their unfulfilled rage, they desperately pump
their hips, greedily ravaging Morte's asshole and both her
hands.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
But really, they're just thrusting machines. There's no
technique or anything to it...

\endtext

\text
And Morte, who's being pounded, is also quite numb to
sensation.
\endtext

\text
To the eye, it looks like she's being fucked so hard she
might break―
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn... mm... as I thought, these guys just don't do it for
me... mmm...

\endtext

\text
Morte looks dissatisfied. In fact, the hole they're inside
is still cold, not even showing a hint of getting wet.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Actually, it's freezing in here... damn.)
\endtext

\text
With no futon or sheets on the floor, and neither Morte nor
the undead having any body heat, it's only getting colder
instead of warming up.
\endtext

\text
If he left things to the undead like this, they'd probably
catch a cold halfway through.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Guess I have no choice... I'll give you a little help.

\endtext

\text
There's no point in trying to outdo the undead, who can
literally keep thrusting forever.

\endtext

\text
But Caym, a living man with a working brain, knows exactly
where a woman's sensitive spots are and how to make her feel
good.
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\text("Morte")
...Ah, ah... Caym... th-there... that's the spot... I wanted
you to touch me there... ah, ah!

\endtext

\text
As Caym reaches for Morte's sensitive spots and starts
moving his fingers, her moans instantly jump an octave.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Just as I thought... undead are nothing more than undead.

\endtext

\text
Caym chuckles as he fondles her breasts, strokes her thighs,
and lovingly teases her most sensitive places.
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\text("Caym")
(Honestly, I was a little intimidated by those undead who
can go on forever...)
\endtext

\text
He'd worried he couldn't compete, and that maybe Morte was
just being polite and flattering him.

\endtext

\text
But it was true... Sex isn't just about impulse and power.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Now that I know that, I'll make good use of them as backup,
alright?)
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, first, let's make Morte cum. Everyone... follow my
lead.
\endtext

\text
With that declaration, Caym finally starts moving his hips
himself.
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Ughhhhhh...!
\endtext

\text
Maybe realizing that Caym could take Morte to a place they
could never reach on their own, the undead start thrusting
into her with even more vigor.
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\text("Caym")
It's not just about brute force. You need to mix it up...
Match my rhythm. There!

\endtext

\text("Undead")
Guh! Fughhhh...!
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\text("Morte")
...Nn, ah... kuh... y-yeah... I'm starting to feel it... it
feels good... ah, ah...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
―Looks like it. You're getting wet, aren't you? And you're
warming up too.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright... here I go!
\endtext

\text
Even as he says that, he doesn't just pound away with brute
strength. Keeping the undead's movements in mind, he mainly
uses his hands and mouth.
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\text
The undead follow the movement of his hips... It feels like
the power of sex has been multiplied several times over.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ha, ahhnn... r-really... it's amazing... ahh...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Th-this is what I wanted... After all, without Caym... I-I
just can't...!

\endtext

\text
Morte's skin regains its warmth, and her reactions are
getting more sensitive.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
N-no more... I can't last much longer... C-Caym...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
It's fine, cum if you want. Looks like these guys are at
their limit too.
\endtext

\text
The undead must be feeling more pleasure than usual as well.

\endtext

\text
All of them let out low, rumbling moans, making it clear
they're close to climax.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Then I'll... let myself go too!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
H-hii...! So good...!
\endtext

\text
At just the right moment, Caym finally starts thrusting at
full strength.
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\text
Now, Morte's pussy is hot and drenched, and the pleasure of
thrusting into her and making her moan is beyond words.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heheheh... Hahaha! Not bad, not bad at all. Leading these
bastards and fucking a woman...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahhh...! Me too! This is... haaah...! It's my first time
feeling like this...!

\endtext

\text
Caym isn't the only one enjoying himself. Morte is nothing
like her usual unenthusiastic self on the first round.

\endtext

\text
It's as if she's already gone two or three rounds―her skin
is flushed, her body is burning up, and she's moaning
loudly.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
N-no more...! I'm cumming... I'm cumming, I'm cummiiing...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hyaah...! Ah, ah, ah, ah...! Haaahhh............nnn!

\endtext

\text
Morte writhes as she reaches her first climax.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Me too! Ooooooh...!
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Guh! Fugoohhh...!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hii... ah, ahhh...! The cum... Caym's cum...! Hyaaahhh...
nnn...!

\endtext

\text
Caym, who was inside her pussy, releases his first load―and
the undead who were pounding her ass and giving her handjobs
follow suit.
\endtext

\text
Only Caym's cum, filled with the energy of life, truly makes
Morte feel alive.
\endtext

\text
But emotionally, it probably feels like there's several
times more than that.
\endtext

\text
Soaked in cum all over her body, Morte's face melts with
bliss as she climaxes again.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hifu... haa... haaa... aaah...

\endtext

\text
Even though it's only the first round, Morte's cheeks are
flushed and her chest heaves as she basks in the afterglow.
\endtext

\text
On Caym's side, thanks to leaving the 'manual labor' to the
tireless undead, he still has plenty of stamina left.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Phew... I see. This is pretty damn good.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaa... Caym... keep going... do it more...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah, leave it to me. Let's go, you bastards!
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Ugoooohhh... nnn!
\endtext

\text
Shouting together with the undead, who seem to be getting
into the spirit, Caym plunges into a second round of sex
with Morte.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, hiii! Ah, hii... haua...! R-right from the start, it's
amazing... ah, ah, ah!

\endtext

\text
Just as she says, Morte's excitement peaks on the second
round.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Damn, this... If we keep going like this, what's going to
happen?!)
\endtext

\text
With both his chest and his cock swelling with anticipation,
Caym takes the lead and starts pounding his hips along with
the undead.
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Hangaaaahhh...!
\endtext

\text
Sensing Caym's enthusiasm, the undead pick up their sluggish
pace.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, ahhh...! Hau... ahhh! Th-these guys are amazing too...
even more than usual...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Of course. I'm the Demon Lord. When I lead monsters, I'm
invincible...!
\endtext

\text
In fact, the number of monsters he commands does add to his
power. Gaining even more confidence, Caym thrusts harder and
harder.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Nn, nn, nnn! It's amazing... Caym's cock is... so big! And
it's so hot...

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahhh... every cock is incredible... My butt and my pussy are
both melting...!

\endtext

\text
With Caym pounding her from the front and the undead from
behind, Morte is mercilessly thrust into and rocked.
\endtext

\text
Both her hands are made to grip cocks, and countless other
undead cocks are pointed at her, rubbing against her for
comfort.
\endtext

\text
On top of that, after the first ejaculation, her whole body
is already drenched in Caym and the undead's cum, filling
the air with its scent.
\endtext

\text
The feeling of being violated―it's probably reached the
ultimate level by now.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hii, iii... It's too much, it's way too much... I'm gonna
cum again...!
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Go ahead, cum as many times as you want. I'll be watching
you.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Eh...? Caym... aren't you going to... cum with me...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Later. For now, I want to see just how far you can go like
this.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
T-that's... so cruel...! Ah, ah, ahnnn...!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, do it, all of you! Make Morte cum!

\endtext

\text("Undead")
Ooooh yeeeaaahhh...!
\endtext

\text
The undead respond with a chorus of groans, intensifying
their assault on Morte.
\endtext

\text
Caym also starts thrusting harder, but not enough to reach
his own limit.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ha, hau! Ah, ahhn...! Hii, ha... fua... ahhhhh...!


\endtext

\text
With the relentless assault, Morte's pleasure keeps rising,
her body trembling and jolting in response.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Come on, cum!
\endtext

\text
He thrusts deep inside her, grinding against her innermost
spot.
\endtext

\text
Unable to take it, Morte arches her back and is sent over
the edge.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hya, a, a, faaaaaa... nn!

\endtext

\text
A woman's scream of pure pleasure rings in his ears. Caym
enjoys it―and without pause, continues his assault.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
A, a, ah...! Y-you're already... going again...? Ahh!!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I told you. I want to see just how far you can go... Here we
go!
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Uuuyaaahoooo...!
\endtext

\text
The undead are getting into it too. On their own, they
probably couldn't get this kind of reaction from a woman.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hii... ah, ahhn...! Fua... hya, haaa... nn...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
N-no... my body... it's getting so hot... it's like when I
was alive... n-no, even more than that! Ahhh!!

\endtext

\text
Now, Morte's body is hot and aroused, hardly any different
from a living woman in heat.
\endtext

\text
No matter what they do or where they touch her, she reacts
sensitively, giving off sultry responses that excite the
men.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hii, ah, haannn! It's so good! It's amazing! Ah, ah,
hyaaannn!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Th-this is my first time! In two thousand years... I was a
virgin when I was alive... a-a-ahh!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Heh! So you've finally learned what real sex pleasure is all
about.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Let me congratulate you. And... here's your present!

\endtext

\text
Releasing his restraint on cumming, Caym starts pounding
Morte's wet pussy with full force.

\endtext

\text("Undead")
Uwofgooooo...!
\endtext

\text
The undead let out eerie roars as they swarm Morte―now no
different from a living woman―rubbing their cocks all over
her.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hyu... hauu... ah, ah, ahnnn!! Kuh... hii... haaaaa! Cock,
cock, it's so hot!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
I-I'm... getting even hotter too... ha, ah, ah... eh!?

\endtext

\text("Morte")
A-aren't you... going to cum with me this time?

\endtext

\text
Noticing that her own climax and Caym's weren't in sync,
Morte looks at him with anxious eyes.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
That was the plan... but I told you, I want to see just how
far you can go.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Come on, cum again, Morte!
\endtext

\text("Undead")
Fafafafa...!
\endtext

\text
The undead let out eerie roars, almost like they're
laughing.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
T-that's so mean... b-but, but! It feels way too good...
hiii, ah, ah, ah, ah!!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Fua, aaaaaaah... nn!!
\endtext

\text
Morte's upper body shakes violently as she reaches her
climax.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Hyaaaa! Hihaaaa...! Wh-what is this... ah, ah,
hihhiiiiii...!

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Th-the world is turning pure white...! Everything is... ah,
ah, ahhh...!

\endtext

\text
After her third orgasm, it felt like Morte's climax just
kept going.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ahi, hahi, hahi! Th-this is enough to drive me crazy... ha,
hiyyyyy!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
I see... so this is what happens! It feels good, but if it
goes on too long, you'll go mad!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Alright, then this time, I'll finish too. Here I go!


\endtext

\text("Undead")
Senpa, faaaaaaai!
\endtext

\text
The undead all cheer at once and start thrusting their hips
at a speed that makes you wonder if they were always this
fast.
\endtext

\text
Seeing that, Caym also cranks his pleasure up to the max.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Kuuuu...! Oh, ooooooh...!!

\endtext

\text
He thrusts as if breaking the final dam―and then releases
all the pleasure he'd been holding back inside Morte.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
An, aaaah...! Hii, aaaaaaahn...!!

\endtext

\text
Keeping his own pace and having held back for so long,
Caym's ejaculation is both plentiful and satisfying.

\endtext

\text("Undead")
Hauguaaaaaa... ugh!
\endtext

\text
The undead also roar as they cum all over Morte's ass and
spray her from all sides, covering her in white.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Ah, ahh... haa... I-I feel like I've burned out... really...
it's like I've been reborn...

\endtext

\text
Even as she's covered in cum, Morte basks in the afterglow
with a completely melted expression.
\endtext

\text
She lets out a satisfied sigh, as if she's finally released
two thousand years of frustration―

\endtext

\text
Caym and Morte clean themselves up and finish tidying up.
\endtext

\text("Morte")
Haaah... Even so... that was wonderful...!

\endtext

\text
Morte seems able to savor her emotions for a long time. Her
expression is still basking in the deep afterglow of
satisfaction.
\endtext

\text
A woman's satisfied face is something that makes a man feel
proud―
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(Well, it's a bit of a shame I couldn't make her wear that
face all by myself.)
\endtext

\text("Morte")
...Hm...? What's wrong, Caym...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
No, it's nothing...
\endtext

\text
Saying that, Caym looks around the graveyard.
\endtext

\text
The undead who had helped out with the sex were now, one by
one, returning to the cold earth.

\endtext

\text
―Before the last one disappears into the ground, it gives a
firm thumbs-up.
\endtext

\text
Returning the gesture, Caym gives a wry smile.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Well, they're still monsters of the labyrinth. Maybe it's
also the Demon Lord's duty to make sure they're satisfied.

\endtext

\text("Morte")
Yes... let's do it again, shall we...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah... ah, ah-choo!
\endtext

\text("Morte")
What's wrong, Caym?
\endtext

\text
Having sex in the cold graveyard had left his body
thoroughly chilled.
\endtext

\text
...For Morte, whose body is cold to begin with, this chill
probably doesn't bother her at all.
\endtext

\text
Next time, doing it on a nice warm bed would be better―Caym
thought to himself.
\endtext