Behind her, Balthazar smiled wickedly.  What would be required of her could not be entirely forced, and a willing conspirator to his return would be infinitely better than a frightened girl.  His fingers moved to again stroke lightly at her soft folds, feeling the heat and ready wetness there.  Her body burned with the fire of her ambition and that pleased the ancient lich.  For both fires would suit his desires quite nicely.<br/><br/>He parted her and reached to run one finger over the moist and tender flesh within.  As he moved that digit slowly from the lowest point of her sex upwards to the hooded pearl at the top, his clothes evaporated into the dream nothing they had come from.  His smooth skin brushed her back now, and his fully errect manhood nuzzled against the softness of her buttocks.<br/>