|This post contains adult themes.|
So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
The dead were cold, but for those powerful enough, they were not lumbering corpses. Pale skin and misty eyes gave them away, but their bodies could be as youthful and powerful as any in life.
Varn surveyed the latest heroes to have thrown themselves against his power and lost. They were all handsome and had been brave, and now they were his.
Walking to the first, he stroked the blond's pretty face.
"Please me," he said and the man dropped to his knees.
Cold fingers efficiently unlaced his britches and he smiled as the icy touch found his warm skin.
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