All the pieces of my dark and forbidden ritual were in place. The black candles burned with blue arcane flame, the unholy knife was sharp enough to shave the soul from a mouse at twenty paces, and the sacred obsidian flowers stood at all five points of the pentacle carved into the floor of the chamber, each drinking in three drops of my blood.

The candles flared as I began the incantation, blasphemous book of skin and bone spread out before me, chanting forbidden words with my eyes flaring black and basso rumbling shaking the very foundations of the laws of nature. One, twice, three times I incanted the verboten words, the chamber shaking, cold magic pouring from my fingers, the most powerful necromancy I had ever performed.

With a final cry I spoke the trigger phrase, casting forth my hands, and the candles flared a searing white for a long moment, before I fell to one knee, panting, sweat beaded on my face and staining my black skull-emblazoned robe, until I struggled to my feet.

And there, in the center of the pentacle…was you.

“Hey there, babe,” I said, flicking one hand to the lantern to light it. I stepped across the pentacle and kisses your undead cheek as the shrieks of the damned faded, waving away the smell of rot and brimstone. “Sorry I’m late for date night; I needed to sharpen the knife.” The ritual knife that was currently sitting on the table set for two on the little table to the side, ready to carve the fresh bread for me and provide life essence for you.

I pull out your chair for you, helping you sit, brushing withered rose petals from my formal robe and sitting down. “So, how was your week?”

And then later, after dinner, when you have me pinned to the bed with unholy strength, riding me, life-and-death mixing as I pant and gasp and give myself to you – I know you’ve forgiven me for being late.

“I love you,” I say, living eyes looking into your undead gaze, and then I groan as I empty myself for you, shuddering, feeling your cool hands on me as you coax me through another climax for you.

Hello everyone! Thanks for reading my prompt. As outlined above, I’d love to explore a romantic scenario between an affectionate and devoted necromancer (me) and his undead girlfriend/paramour/date (you). Perhaps she is one of several of his varied undead partners, or perhaps they are in an exclusive relationship and making things work, despite one of them being alive and the other powered by the sacrilegious black arts.

I’m open to whatever kind of undead paramour strikes your fancy – an older, beautiful, serene banshee who appreciates the devotion of a younger (and living) lover? A playful ghost whose spectral nature just makes her more creative in bed? A vampire who find dating someone who loves her for her undead nature, not despite it, to be a refreshing change of pace? A kinky ghoul who is grateful to have a boyfriend who will go grave-robbing with her as a fun date-night activity?

Let me know your ideas as well – I’m open to any idea here, and happy to chat through preferences.

This can be a vanilla smutty romance (as vanilla as an undead romance can be, at least), or as kinky as we’d like. Kinks that I enjoy with them setup include romance, affection, dirty talk, body contrasts/realistic bodies, gentleness and care mixed with some rough sex, body positivity, laughter, gentle femdom, creative use of undead powers, and more. In a more kinky vein: oral, anal, light bondage, sexy outfits/casual sex, etc. are all things we could explore. And I’m open to anything that isn’t a limit below!

Limits include cruelty, extreme pain, noncon, scat, actual necrophilia, etc.

Full kinklist here.

If you are interested in playing this out, shoot me a message so we can set this up and discuss our characters and then we can dig into the roleplay together! I’m open to this whenever you see it, or any of my previous prompts.

Thank you for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you!