The cure.

Eroth opened his eyes. He felt so disoriented. What happened? Where was he? He groaned.
“You’re awake.” Came a soft voice.
He turned his sore head towards the voice. A girl, 24 or so, with short blonde hair and deep hazel eyes sat beside his bed. He knew her... didn’t he? “Cammi?” He asked hoarsely. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t that old. She was only 19 or 20... wasn’t she?
“You remember me?” She asked. She smiled sweetly. It was her. His little sister. But... how?
“Cammi, what happened?” He asked. He tried to sit up.
“No, rest. You took quite a beating. Not to mention the ritual.” She said, forcing him to lay back down.
“Beating? Ritual?” He tried to sit up again and Cammi placed a restraining hand on his shoulder.
“I see. You don’t remember.”She said. “What is the last thing you remember?”
“The dragon... Is Prin alright?” He looked at her worriedly. “Where is she? Did we defeat the dragon?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, brother. Prin is fine.” She said. “You don’t remember anything after the dragon?”
“No.” He said, running his hand through his long black hair. How had he survived the dragon? He was sure he’d be dead.
“You don’t remember being... undead?” Cammi asked.
“Undead?!” Eroth gasped. “What are you talking about?”
“Eroth...” She paused looking at him sadly. “The dragon killed you. You died protecting Prin. Prin claimed to have run into you. You were undead.”
“I... I don’t remember.” He said. “If I was undead, how did I get here and alive?”
“The council has been working on a cure for a long time. You attacked and it gave a great opportunity to try it out instead of killing you.” She said.
“I... attacked?” Eroth asked. Had he really been undead and an enemy to everyone he’d know?
“Sadly. Yes.” She said. “You and your Fel Guard attacked. You were incapacitated and taken for experimentation.”
“And it worked? I’m cured?” Eroth asked skeptically.
“You’re here aren’t you?” She said with a giggle.
He smiled. “I guess I am.” He stood. He looked down at his raggy clothes. “By the darkness, I’m a mess.”
“Yeah, you sure are.” She said. “There are some clean clothes on the chair. I can draw you a bath if you wish.”
“Thank you, Cammi. I can handle it.” He said.
“Alright. I’ll go tell the order you’re awake, big brother.” She said and left.
Eroth sighed. Why did he feel like something was missing? His heart ached, but why? Maybe it was because Prin wasn’t here. No... that didn’t seem right. Not quite. What was it? What was he missing? Who was he missing? It hurt... bad.
He drew a bath and slipped into it. He sighed as he got into the water. He scrubbed away blood and dirt. He scrubbed away the smell of death. He emptied the water and drew a fresh bath. It felt wonderful. Like he’d not been clean in years.
His mind wandered as he relaxed in the water. His mind gave him a fleeting image of a bathing woman. He couldn’t see her clearly. Nothing about her was clear. Maybe it was just the essence of an image. Whatever it was, he was sure of one thing. She was beautiful. Perfect curves. Large firm breasts. Flowing hair. Sensual movements. A “come hither” glance, even though he couldn’t see her face.
The more he thought about her, the more conscious he was of his throbbing member. His hand wrapped around himself and gave a soft stroke. He moaned softly.
Another fleeting glimpse of the woman. This time she was laying on the ground before him. Legs spread wide. Inviting him to conquer her. To possess her.
He stroked hard sending a shiver through him.
A glimpse of her over him... no... riding him. Looking down at him. Posing herself as to look even more sensual than she already was just by being herself. He could almost feel her around his hard cock. He could almost feel her sliding up and down. He stroked himself harder. Who was she? Why was he having these visions? Why could he practically hear her soft gasps of pleasure? Every imaginary gasp from the heavenly woman sent lustful pleasures through him.
He was barely holding on against his imagination and the hard stroke of his own hand. His mind flashed her once again before him. She was in the thralls of orgasm, her back arched, her mouth open in a cry of pleasure. He could almost feel her squeezing around him. He bucked his hips and he came hard. His seed squirting thickly into the water. The indistinct image of the woman faded away.
Eroth panted and gasped as he basked in the afterglow of orgasm. Finally he got out and dried off. He got dressed in the clean clothes. He stretched and went to find something to eat. He was famished.
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He's not dead! I didn't kill him. Don't hate me!