The sun was high in the sky, shining heavily on the forest. In the cool shade a lich wondered through the trees. In life he was Melvin Hill in death, he was Melvin the Lich. The sun beat down on him as he walked through the forest in search of something to satisfy an over whelming hunger.
He smelled something strong in the air and followed a trail of hoof prints. His body moved erratically as the scent overwhelmed him. In the waking world, Melvin had no sexual organs, but here in the enchanted forest he could indulge.
Melvin stumbled upon his quarry. Three centaur mares bathed under a waterfall. His limbs moved shakily as he removed his trousers and shirt. He had no desire to waste time and wake just when it got good.
His eyes roamed possessively over the...
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