"I have a treat for you today, Jill. I'm going to let Tyrone tap that fine pearly-white ass of yours," grinned Sydney, her pelvis shuddering when she came inside Asuka's gulping mouth.

Jill ignored Sydney's taunting, she perched on the edge of her stiff bunk and tried not to be bothered by the rivulets of warm honey running down her flushed pink inner thighs, her yawning pussy still aching and lathered.

After Asuka licked the security cop's twat clean, Sydney shoved the schoolgirl away and entered Jill's cell to retrieve the lovely, naked prisoner within. Giving Jill's left elbow a cruel twist, Sydney pulled the reluctant young woman to her feet and guided her down the narrow hallway to Tyrone's cell next to the security room door.

The big black was hunched over his bunk, his bald head in his big hands as Sydney unlocked his cell door and shoved Jill inside.

"Go ahead, big boy, you know what I want you to do."

"I ain't your fucking show dog, bitch!" growled Tyrone, baring his brilliant ivory teeth at his leering captor.

Sydney pouted, then grabbed Asuka and hugged her close. Snatching the wriggling schoolgirl's soft right breast, Sydney gave the teen mammary a malicious twist. Asuka shrieked, tears welling in her large, blue eyes.

"I've got a knitting needle in the office, I bet Asuka would look good with a gold ring hanging from her sweet cherry bud!" sneered Sydney, tweaking the crying schoolgirl's tender pink nipple.

"You sick, twisted bitch!" whispered Tyrone, his fists clenching helplessly.

"It's..it's alright, Tyrone," murmured Jill, setting her supple legs apart, her pussy pouting and moist.

"Get to work, stud," urged Sydney, massaging Asuka's pliant, blushing breast.

Tyrone went to his knees, he grabbed Jill's pale thighs, then his mouth was on her hot, wet cunt, sucking on Jill's delicious, honey-drenched labia petals, his blunt black nose rubbing against Valentine's tingling clit.

Jill let her head loll back, her bare breasts swelling, her pelvis trembling while Tyrone slurped on her drooling pussy, his strong hands cupping Jill's creamy buttocks, squeezing her firm, rounded ass cheeks, wiggling an ebony index finger into Jill's puckered bung as he stuck his tongue deep into the naked S.T.A.R.S. cop's melting, clenching vagina.

"Lick her vanilla ass, Tyrone!" panted Sydney, her urgent fingers between Asuka's splayed young thighs, stroking the gasping schoolgirl's dribbling cunnie.

Tyrone spun Jill around, he lathered the handcuffed beauty's trembling, ivory buttocks, then his blunt black face was nuzzling Jill's musky-sweet ass crack, licking her throbbing pussy mound, then spitting into Jill's puckered sphincter before working his tongue into the tiny rosebud asshole.

Jill clenched her eyes shut, her butt swaying as the ass-worshipping black clung to her quaking, honey-smeared thighs, licking her butt cleft from gleaming anus to oozing, swollen gash. Tyrone slapped Jill's luscious mounds, his palm-prints glowing pink across the naked prisoner's shivering rump.

Syndey stuck her cum-soaked fingers into Asuka's small mouth, the schoolgirl whimpered while she sucked her own sticky-sweet juices from her captor's gleaming digits.

"Give Jill your big cock, Tyrone, I know she's been dying to taste your black meat!"

Tyrone flashed Sydney a defiant glare, then he sat heavily upon his groaning bunk, opening his corded thighs wide for Jill.

Blushing, Jill folded to her bare knees, she stared at Tyrone's huge ebony erection, she licked her lips nervously, then opened her mouth wide to swallow the naked black's fat knob.

Tyrone's eyelids fluttered as Jill sucked on his pulsating ebony dick. Moaning, Jill lathered Tyrone's stiff member with her dripping tongue, she licked the sobbng black's scrotum, then rubbed her flushed cheeks along the hard cock's throbbing, swelling veins before she took the warm black meat back inside her sloppy wet mouth and resumed sucking deeply upon it, tasting salty milk on her tongue when she suckled softly on the puckered urethra.

Sydney had Asuka's head between her open legs, the kneeling schoolgirl slurping on the security guard's throbbing, gushing cunt, while Jill's head bobbed between Tyrone's splayed ebony thighs, her cuffed hands resting on the gleaming slopes of her gorgeous alabaster ass as she worked her gulping mouth up and down the grunting black's thrusting pole, drool spilling down her chin in long, glistening strings until Tyrone gasped and filled Jill's mouth with hot, salty spunk.

Jill lifted her sweaty face from Tyrone's trembling crotch, she swallowed down all of the black's frothy fuck, her lips and chin smeared with Tyrone's pale jizz.

Sydney zipped up her trousers and reached into Tyrone's cell to retrieve Jill. Valentine stumbled along the passage back to her cell, she licked Tyrone's discharge from her lips, a few fat drops of semen splashed across the sweaty mounds of Jill's flushed pink tits.

"Bet you enjoyed that, didn't you, cunt?" sneered Sydney, slamming her palm between Jill's shoulderblades, propelling the naked beauty onto her waiting bunk. "Don't worry, I'll let you ride Tyrone's fat dick tomorrow."

Jill lay limply on her side, staring out the bars of her tiny cell, the taste of Tyrone's cum lingering in her mouth.

Sydney leaned back in her folding chair, idly stroking her sticky-hot pussy as she watched Tyrone fuck Jill Valentine's bucking ass, plowing his huge black dick through Jill's swollen, squishy-wet cunt.

Jill rocked underneath the muscular, humping black, moaning every time Tyrone drilled her clenching pink hole with throbbing ebony cock. The naked S.T.A.R.S. cop dropped her head between her splayed arms, her lean body swaying to the furious thrusts of Tyrone's pistoning prick through her sopping wet vulva.

Jill sobbed softly when Tyrone climaxed inside her, warm, frothy fuck oozing from her dick-stuffed pussy, spilling down her open thighs in long, glistening rivulets. Glancing at her captor through her sweaty, dark brown hair, Jill watched Sydney finger her inflamed twat to a squirting climax, the security guard's musky juices splashing over the bars of Tyrone's small holding cell.

"Now let Jill suck off your limp dick, Tyrone," purred Sydney, cupping her flushed left breast and licking her engorged caramel nipple.

Nancy Callahan moved her lean, teenage body to the rhythm of the music playing on the saloon's blaring jukebox. The honey-blonde young woman rolled her sensual hips, spread-eagling herself within the doorframe at the very back of the short stage, flexing her pelvis, squatting down to wiggle her bare ass at the leering, drunk patrons sitting on stools and tossing back beers while she writhed erotically for them. Nancy wasn't paying much attention to her audience, except for the occasional groping paw reaching up to caress one of her sleek leather chaps, the blonde teen was thinking about her next law exam, she ticked off legal points in her head while she twined a rope round her slim waist, letting another end of rope dangle between her flushed hot, perspiring breasts.

The music died, and the crowd groaned in disappointment. Nancy flashed some of the regulars like Marv a bright smile, then she tipped her cowboy hat and climbed down the short stair to the saloon floor.

"Nice work shaking your thang, Nancy!" grinned Shelly, holding up a tray with a tall, cool glass of water.

"Thanks," smiled Nancy, gulping down water till the glass was empty, then running her right hand through her sweaty, straight, blonde hair, catching her breath just as a handsome young man dressed way too well for the saloon walked up to her.

"That was..incredible!" grinned the stranger, a guy just into his twenties, Nancy judged, attending a prep school according to his garish, brightly colored sports shirt, slacks, and the sweater draped across his shoulders.

"My name is Lance, and I'm looking for a girl just like you."

"I'm not a hooker, mister," replied Nancy, sitting down at a nearby table to rest her tired feet. "Try Old Town if you're looking for that kind of action."

"I'm not looking for a whore, Miss Callahan," corrected Lance, sitting opposite Nancy at the small round table. "I'm just looking for an exotic dancer to attend one of my fraternity's mixers, I think you'd be perfect."

"I just dance for the saloon, mister," frowned Nancy.

"I can pay you very well, Miss Callahan," smirked Lance, reaching into the pocket of his slacks to bring out a fistful of bills.

Nancy stared at the wad of cash, it would pay her tuition for the next year.

"Um..you just want me to dance, right?"

"That's all," nodded Lance. The prep boy peeled off two bills and handed them to Nancy, then he offered the beautiful teenage stripper his personal card.

"Just go to this address on Saturday, around seven. I'll expect you there."

Lance flashed Nancy a perfect ivory smile, then stood from his chair and left the saloon. A few of the toughs lounging at the bar eyed Lance like sharks regarding a fat fish, Nancy hoped the frat boy wouldn't get rolled before he got to his car.

Shelly came up to Nancy's table and gave the girl a beer, Nancy usually had one longneck after her shift was over.

"I heard what he said, honey. I think it's a bad idea."

Nancy fingered the two bills that Lance had given her, crisp new hundreds.

"I need the money, Shelly," replied Nancy thoughtfully. "Working here pays my bills, but I'm gonna be short when my tuition comes due next term. This guy's offering me enough money to set me up for a year."

"Guys offering that much cash usually want more than a little twirling around with a lasso and some butt-wiggling," pointed out Shelly.

"I know, I'm not a complete idiot!" retorted Nancy defensively.

"Just be careful, honey," said Shelly, worry upon her pretty face.

Nancy drove her car up to the tall gates of the frat house. Nancy's car coughed and sputtered, but the blonde teen managed to keep it running all the way to the gates. The gates buzzed, then parted remotely for Nancy to enter. Nancy drove along a winding gravel path to a huge two story mansion, all the lights were on, and deafening music thumped from inside the crowded house.

Nancy stepped out of her car dressed in her studded leather bra and chaps, her lasso draped over her left shoulder, her cowboy hat perched upon her golden mane of hair. The cowgirl walked up to the front doors of the frat house, a few drunk boys were leaning inside the doorway, they gaped at Nancy, then howled with delight, chanting for Nancy to strip down right there on the porch.

"I'm dancing inside, boys," smiled Nancy, wriggling between the two drooling boys, grimacing when the frat boy behind her pinched her bare left buttock.

Lance was waiting for Nancy by the stairs, he grinned at the sight of the scantily clad blonde, then he offered Nancy a large plastic cup of beer.

"No thanks," waved away Nancy. "Where do you want me to dance?"

"Upstairs, for a few of my friends," indicated Lance with a jab of his thumb towards the stairs. "Just follow me, beautiful."

Nancy climbed the stairs behind Lance, careful to step over boys sleeping off their drunken stupors. Lance led Nancy down a long hallway, then into one of the huge bedrooms, where three boys guzzled beer from tankards, staring at Nancy with glittering, dark eyes when she entered the room.

Nancy looked around, "Where's the music?"

"Right here," replied Lance, heading to a dresser where a boom box rested. Lance turned the box on, and a thumping beat started to play.

Nancy launched into her dance routine, swirling her lasso over her head, spinning on her bootheels to flash the gawking boys her well-rounded butt. Nancy let the music guide her gyrations, she rolled her hips, working a length of rope between her dusky breasts.

The watching frat boys were oddly silent, they simply drank their beers and watched Nancy dance, Lance actually appeared bored from where he stood beside the thumping boom box.

Nancy lowered her rope and took out her pair of toy pistols, she rubbed the golden guns across her taut stomach, across her golden-brown thighs, then she stuck one gun inside her leather panties, working it up and down over her pussy.

The frat boys leaned closer while Nancy held the gun inside her underwear, one boy licked his lips when Nancy took out the toy gun and rubbed her nipples with both gun muzzles, till her hard buds poked through her leather bra. Nancy glanced at Lance, she gasped when she found him with his right hand inside his pants, jerking off while he stared at her gorgeous rump.

Nancy stopped dancing, she picked up her rope and backed away from the leering young men.

"I..um..I'm done now. I hope you liked the show!"

"The show's just started, bitch!" growled Lance, flipping to a new music track, then turning up the volume till the bedroom walls shook.

The three frat boys pounced on Nancy, dragging her across the bedroom before throwing her atop the huge bed. One frat boy plucked off Nancy's cowboy hat and set it on his head, before he dragged down the zipper of his slacks and rubbed his throbbing erection across Nancy's flushed cheeks and flared nostrils.

Lance tore off Nancy's panties, then shoved his ecstatic face into Nancy's sweaty ass, licking the teen stripper's puffy pussy and pouting bunghole.

Nancy was rolled over onto her back, then her studded bra was ripped away, so that two more frat boys could squeeze and suckle upon the blonde girl's sweat-slick, honey-brown breasts.

"No!" screamed Nancy, her cries lost in the deafening music pounding out of the nearby boom box. The frat boy rubbing his dick all over Nancy's face shoved his member through Nancy's gaping lips, Nancy made a muffled protest while the frat boy humped her warm-wet mouth, thrusting his hard cock deeply down Nancy's gagging throat.

Lance nuzzled Nancy's musky-hot crotch, slurping on the wriggling stripper's squishy-sweet cunt, lapping the hot juices beginning to spill out of Nancy's inflamed pussy. Nancy whimpered around her mouthful of pumping prick as Lance hungrily devoured her sopping wet sex, swirling his salivating tongue inside Nancy's hot hole, coaxing more and more delicious honey from Nancy's melting vagina.

The frat boy humping Nancy's drooling mouth climaxed quickly, filling Nancy's flushed pink cheeks with salty spunk. Moaning weakly, Nancy swallowed the load of jizz between her glossy cherry lips, a trickle of semen dripped free and clung to Nancy's chin as the spent frat boy stepped aside so another eager boy could ram his prick between Nancy's gleaming, slack lips.

Nancy's glazed eyes went wide when she felt Lance penetrate her filthy wet cunt, slamming his prick hard and deep through Nancy's squishy slit. Sweaty hands groped at Nancy's soft teenage tits, squeezing the stripper's slippery mammaries till they were covered in angry bruises. One boy began slapping Nancy's bare breasts, even as Lance humped between her leather-sheathed legs, pumping faster and faster through the cowgirl's slurping, squirting sex.

Lance filled Nancy's belly with his fuck, then the teen stripper was rolled over onto her stomach again, so that two frat boys could hump Nancy's bare ass at once, one boy pistoning through Nancy's cum-drenched cunt, while another reamed the sobbing, bucking cowgirl's virgin sphincter till Nancy's asshole was raw and oozing with squirted semen. While Nancy's rocking rump was double-humped, Lance held the sobbing blonde's tear-streaked face in his hands, so that he could rub his cum-slick cock all over Nancy's beautiful face, till the young stripper opened her mouth wide for the frat boy's fuck-lathered dick.

Nancy was escorted out of the frat house by the two boys who had ass-raped her. She was tossed inside her car, then showered with green bills.

"Get out before I call security," ordered Lance, laughing as he strutted back to the mansion.

Nancy sat up and wiped at her burning eyes, then she gathered up the money before she started her sputtering car and drove back down to the waiting open gates.

Nancy lay limply in bed, staring numbly at the bedroom wall, while someone pounded on the front door of her apartment. A lock jiggled, then someone came inside, calling Nancy's name, until Shelly rushed into the teen stripper's bedroom, eyes frantic with worry.

"Nancy! You didn't answer my calls!" gasped Shelly, dropping onto the bed and giving the slack girl a fierce hug. "What's wrong with you, honey?"

"You..you were right..about them," whispered Nancy, her throat still raw from all of the blowjobs she had been forced to perform on Lance and his friends.

Shelly tentatively slipped off the thin sheet covering Nancy's naked body, she gasped, her horrified eyes wide at the sight of the teen girl's bruised, cum-covered form.

"Oh, baby!" groaned Shelly, collecting Nancy into her arms, rocking the numb girl back and forth, while fresh tears slid down Nancy's streaked cheeks, the teen blonde burying her face between Shelly's warm breasts.

The Lotus acolytes were not a friendly bunch, they mostly gave Ming the cold shoulder, although a few of the hot-eyed girls gave Ming lingering glances that Dawn Star and Silk Fox did not approve of. One of Master Shin's proteges finally revealed that Shin was lounging in his quarters, taking his pleasure from a new batch of slaves.

"Someone will have to infiltrate Shin's quarters."

"I can do that," offered Silk Fox.

"Won't he recognize the Imperial Princess?" asked Dawn Star skeptically.

"I'll keep my veil on," waved away Fox.

"Really? That will be a nice trick."

"It's all about distraction, young monk," smirked Silk Fox, giving Dawn Star a conspiratorial wink.

Silk Fox entered Master Shin's lair, and found the Lotus master reclining on a large pile of satin pillows, his black robe hanging open as two naked slave girls licked and adored his dark, stiff nipples with their cool tongues. A third nude slave girl lay between Shin's open legs, slurping deeply on the assassin master's swollen erection.

"Ah, another one!" sighed Shin, his bald crown gleaming with perspiration. "Take off those clothes and join your sisters!"

"May I dance for you first, Master?" purred Silk Fox, running her gloved hands along her curvaceous hips.

Shin gasped sharply as he climaxed inside the cock-slurping slave girl's ravenous mouth. "Y..yes! Dance for me!"

Another trio of nude slave girls playing soft music in the corner began a slow, sultry tune. Silk Fox swayed to the rhythm, rolling her hips, stretching her slim arms over her head.

Seeming to float on her feet, Silk Fox spun about the room, leaping lightly from pillow to pillow, sometimes swirling within reach of the leering assassin, then flitting away with a husky laugh, her amber eyes bright above her veil, her hands playing about her supple figure, teasing, tantalizing Master Shin with the promise of her charms.

As she danced for the drooling Lotus master, Silk Fox examined the room, took note of the assassin's only two guards, and confirmed that the master had no magical weapons or relics about his person.

The music ended, and Silk Fox bowed low to Shin, barely breathing hard from her graceful exertions.

"You dance very well, slave!" clapped Shin. "Now let's see how well you perform in my bed!"

Shin shoved the other slave girls away and rose unsteadily to his feet, clearly drunk from rice wine. Snatching Silk Fox's thin wrist, Shin tugged the veiled girl into the next room, where a wide bed swathed in red silk awaited.

Shin shoved Silk Fox across the slippery sheets, then caught at the veiled girl's breeches, tugging down Fox's snug pants.

Silk Fox's mind whirled, she tried to think of a way out of her predicament, but she could think of no plausible way to avoid Master Shin's affections.

With a sharp yank, Shin drew down Silk Fox's breeches, he moaned in bliss as he licked Fox's bare buttocks, savoring the taste of the veiled girl's sweet skin.

Silk Fox felt her cheeks flush, then she whimpered when she felt Shin's tongue lapping at her puffy pussy, lathering her pouting vulva till it gleamed with saliva. Spreading apart Fox's alabaster buttocks, Shin rimmed the outstretched girl's puckered anus with his adoring tongue, Silk Fox shivered, biting her lower lip beneath her silk veil while the Lotus master smeared her bare butt with his drool.

Shin pressed Silk Fox down upon the soft feather mattress with a strong hand at the base of Fox's shivering spine. Silk Fox sobbed softly when the Lotus master nuzzled her musky warm asscrack, lapping the girl's inflamed, dripping wet pussy, then swirling his tongue inside Fox's gaping gash, drawing out a steady flow of sweet spunk.

Silk Fox clawed at the sleek scarlet sheets beneath her as Shin swirled his slick tongue around her yawning bunghole, spitting inside her wide open sphincter. When the Lotus master stuck his tongue inside Silk Fox's asshole, the veiled girl gasped, her toes curling as the bald assassin plunged his slippery tongue in and out of Silk Fox's quivering rump.

Licking his lips, Master Shin rose to loom over the spread-eagled slave girl. Shrugging out of his open robe, the Lotus master grabbed at Silk Fox's flushed hot thighs, he pulled the young woman to him, then slapped his ready erection over both of Fox's blushing bare buttocks before he shoved deep into the veiled girl's sopping wet snatch.

Silk Fox moaned, rocking on splayed hands and knees as Master Shin humped her well-rounded ass, plowing his prick through her slurping, filthy wet cunt, his blunt thumb poking through Fox's drool-drenched sphincter. Silk Fox tossed her long ponytail of glossy black hair, she dug her gloved fingers into the shifting mattress, panting beneath her swaying veil while Shin pounded her bucking bottom.

Tugging his honey-soaked member from Silk Fox's tight, squishy slit, Master Shin pressed his glistening knob to Fox's gaping bung, before he thrust deep into the veiled beauty's clenched rectum.

Silk Fox arched her spine, sobbing raggedly while she was relentlessly reamed, until Master Shin vented his hot seed into her bucking ass, strings of semen splashing across her shivering, sweaty buttocks.

Silk Fox was relieved to find that the Lotus master was like most men, once he had shot his load he dropped heavily across his soft mattress and fell instantly asleep. Fox used a portion of a silk sheet to wipe the sticky spunk from her sore bottom, then she pulled up her breeches and staggered out of the assassin's bedchamber.

The two black-clad guards grinned down at Silk Fox as she stumbled across the outer chamber of Shin's lair, the other slave girls finding what rest they could while their master was otherwise occupied. Fox gratefully left Shin's quarters behind her, she was going to enjoy it when the Spirit Monk impaled Shin with the Dragon Sword.

A radiant figure appeared from behind one of the pillars, it was the Water Dragon's human form, a lithe young woman with striking features and waist-length, flowing azure hair, like the sparkling flow of a cascading waterfall.

"At last we meet, Spirit Monk," smiled the dragon, holding out a slender blue arm to Ming. "Come, take your rest with me, we have much to discuss."

Ming took the Water Dragon's cool hand, he allowed himself to be led to a pile of satin pillows, where the Water Dragon settled comfortably, folding her long, sleek legs beneath her.

"The Glorious Strategist has made a crucial mistake, Spirit Monk, he has underestimated you," consoled the Water Dragon, reaching out a shimmering hand to stroke the troubled young man's face. "Sun Li does not appreciate the full power of the Spirit Monks. Your order was devoted to keeping the Balance, to watching the River of Life so that the spirits of the dead went on to the next stage of existence. As a Spirit Monk, you have a great deal of power over the dead and the living, you can bind spirits to your will, you were given this power to shepherd the lost back to me."

"I can return to the living world?" murmured Ming.

"I can open the door for you," nodded the Water Dragon. "But the way is not easy, we must return to Dirge, then you must cleanse the fountain so that I can summon enough power to open the path back for you."

Ming nodded. "Let's begin, then."

"Are you rested?" inquired the Water Dragon. "Even the dead need rest, especially after all your grueling trials to reach the Palace."

Ming protested with a wave of his hand and started to rise, then his translucent legs wobbled, and he dropped back down heavily upon the cushions beneath him.

"I thought so," grinned the Water Dragon, nestling closer to Ming, cupping one of her azure breasts in a gleaming hand. "Drink, and regain your strength, Spirit Monk."

Ming blushed when the goddess offered her glistening left breast to him, then he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking the Water Dragon's wet nipple, then wrapping his thirsty lips round the swollen azure breast bud, suckling the sweetest water he had ever tasted from the dragon goddess's moist mammary.

The Water Dragon sighed, and her azure body grew warm and glowed pink. Ming wrapped his muscular arms round the dragon's slim waist, he slurped greedily from the water goddess's breast, then he licked between her glistening bosom, dragging his tongue down the Water Dragon's shivering pink belly.

When Ming nuzzled between the water goddess's slippery pink thighs, the Water Dragon whimpered, tossing her long, wet hair, panting as Ming plunged his tongue into the dragon's warm, wet hole. The Water Dragon writhed across the pile of pillows, she spread her gleaming legs wide for the cunt-nuzzling Spirit Monk, then she squirted her sweet spunk over Ming's flushed face, the young man grinning as he licked the Water Dragon's juices from his dripping, ghostly face.

Ming mounted the Water Dragon, and the goddess sobbed and clutched at the humping monk as Fire flashed inside her, driving like a lance of flame into her clenching vagina, Ming's burning hands kneading and plying the Water Dragon's smoldering breasts, a wreath of hot mist entwining both lovers as Water and Fire mingled.

The thrusting Spirit Monk vented Fire inside the Water Dragon's shuddering belly, the spread-eagled goddess moaned, smoke curling about her lean, quaking figure.

"Ming, you have one chance to give up Fire for Water, to follow the Open Hand instead of the Closed Fist. Choose Water, and you will know peace of heart and soul, you will marry Dawn Star, and your children will rebuild the Spirit Monk order to greatness. Choose Fire, and you shall never know rest, for Fire never pauses, it burns until everything around it is consumed. Fire will give you power, you will rule the empire, all will bow to you, but you shall never know love. What do you choose, Spirit Monk?"

Ming climbed off of the Water Dragon's cool body, he remained silent and thoughtful, he regarded his left hand, summoned Fire into his palm, then closed the flaming hand into a burning fist.

"Fire gives me strength, it has sustained me, fueled my revenge, all the way to the Imperial Palace. Fire will be my weapon when I face Sun Li again, if I must sacrifice a peaceful life for one of endless battle and death, then I choose battle, with Fire at my fingertips to burn all my enemies to ash!"

"As you wish, Spirit Monk," sighed the Water Dragon sadly. "Even though you refuse me, I will still aid you. I beg that you free me from my bondage, will you do that much for me?"

"I don't want your power, dragon. If you linger in my world, the dead will overrun it in time, I do not want to rule an empire of lost ghosts."

"Very well," replied the Water Dragon, rising from her pillows, her human shape washing away to become a sinuous azure serpent. "Follow me to Dirge."

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