The Banana Slug: Besides Hana Silverbow, I like Anastasia Deadheart. She's sassy, suave, and sexy. Plus, depraved as it may sound, having her fuck the undead monsters is sexy and hot.

And so, I decided to go a bit further into her history…and here it is!

LustCraft

By The Banana Slug

Chapter 15: Anastasia

My name…is Anastasia Deadheart…

I am a proud member of the Forsaken, a treasure hunter, and a damn good looking one if I say so myself. And, like many others, I know little to nothing about my past.

That is, until a few days ago, when I was in the dungeons of the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, after I slain a cadre of those jungle trolls guarding the place…I discovered something that took my interest.

It was a small little music box, a small black and white container that when opened is a clock inside that sends out this quaint and nostalgic melody, it froze me when I first listened to it. And it still does freeze me…

…because I remembered almost everything.

"Anastasa?" grumbled a voice childish yet booming.

"Anastasia," I corrected, turning to my abomination companion, Gumsuck. I got him and a gang of ghouls from a perverted misogynist who used to blackmail me, I got the upper-hand though. He used Gumsuck and his ghouls to fuck my body, but he did not expect me enjoying their company as they did mine.

"What we do here?" asked the juvenile Gumsuck, as we walked down a path in Duskwood, crows cawing in the distance and the wolf howl in the foggy day sky.

"To follow an epiphany, dear," I replied calmly, keeping to the pathway with a lock-on to my destination. A house. My house.

"What epiphany?" asked one of my ghouls as he walked over beside me.

"A sudden realization, dear," I said to him, "Something from my old life."

As we walked down the path, I began to remember my old life…so many details left forgotten. I would cry if I could…but I can't, I can only remember.

I remembered my old name, it wasn't Anastasia Deadheart, only what I could remember my name as at the time. It was Goodheart, not Deadheart, Anastasia Goodheart was my old name. But even though I realize this, I am still Anastasia Deadheart…Goodheart died a long time ago.

I also remember my life in…Stormwind, I remember I tended to flowers. I was a florist? This made me more than bewildered, as you could possibly guess. An arrogant yet beautiful Forsaken a florist in her past life? Impossible, it is just too…bizarre.

And yes, the first time I met him…my husband. He was a footman of the Stormwind guard. He would buy a flower every day, just to see me. I was smitten by him over time…the Anastasia of now would've thought him a love-struck fool. My personality back then was kind, naïve, and hopeful…hate myself for saying that it disgusts me, but it does.

And yes…the wedding in winter. The snow falling down from the sky, my family there to see me married to my man, the footman…I said yes. And I felt his kiss upon my lips…his lips against mine…My family…I can hardly remember them…I remember a father and a sister…that is all. But what I remember the most…the kiss…my kiss…our kiss…

Then, I remember my death. The carriage, it was snowing. The road was icy. The horse lost control! I fell out the door! I reached out for him! I fell down the hill! My body fell down into the river! …I was pulled out, but I died, I died cold and freezing…I died in my sister's arms.

Free from my memories, I fell on my knees, panting heavily. I felt like crying, I wished I cried. But I failed to do so. A hand reached out and helped me back up…Gumsuck, oh Gumsuck, what a loyal creature. He was so concerned, it hurt. I smiled at him to be sure I was alright and patted his face, my heart was shared with the simpleton.

That was the end of the most important aspects of my past life. The rest were horror, me a servant of the Scourge. Digging through the dirt. Hungry for flesh. Hungry for death. I remember I was quite lucky during battles, always picking the right side. The only wound I received for the Lich King was one across my cheeks, giving my smile today. Mind you, I never bothered to stitch them then…I was an animal…

And then, one day, as I stumbled around the forests, I regained my life. I regained my independence. And thus, I joined the Dark Lady in the attack of the Nathrezim in the Capital, where I received my neck-wound from a blow from Detheroc…tearing him to shreds was worth it after that…

Lost in my thoughts, that was when I saw my destination…my god…

It was a small dingy place, a little cottage in the woods near the road. It was old, rotted, and yet had a charm that was too hard to explain why it had such a quality. Perhaps when I was alive it was in much better condition…god I cannot even remember that detail.

I…I couldn't go in…I was so scared.

"Pretty woman…scared?" let out Gumsuck with worry, tilting his head as he grabbed my shoulder carefully, "Want…go home…go Undercity?"

"No, no," I replied with a tear in my eye, "I'm…I'm fine…" I stepped closely towards the cottage with light feet, feeling Gumsuck's fat hand slip from my soft dead shoulder as I got closer and closer to the door.

Before I grabbed the handle, I turned and smiled. "You may go now. Entertain yourself by eating a deer or dwarf or something. But keep yourself close…"

Gumsuck looked at me with his sad eyes, wanting to stay and keep me safe. Such a lovely creature, I love him like a son…despite our sexual relationship. With a grunt, he walked away with a sad slouch down the cobblestone path. I watched him trudge, a slight frown on my face as I knew he was worried about me. That spectacle a few minutes ago should be enough to make the poor dear concerned. I'll make it up to him.

Pushing the door open was terrifying to me, and I can't tell you why. I slowly entered the room as I looked around, gods was it dusty. The bed, the table, the cold fireplace, it was all abandoned and disused.

This would have been my home, then I died. I could have had children here, then I died. I died…I died, but where is my…husband?

I walked over to the table, and instinctively, I sat down on the dusty chair and…just sat there. I was dead to the world as I just sat there and stared at the nothingness in this…broken home. My home. A long…time ago.

"I knew…" those words, they froze me even more. I couldn't move, I was scared. Those words echoed behind me, and I couldn't say anything to the man behind me.

"I knew…you'd return…" the voice was weak, but it was nostalgic and burned my soul, "Someday…you'd return to…me…"

"No…I…I haven't," was all I could say to the poor man, "The woman you…the woman you knew is dead…"

"…No, you are not," he said to me, "You were dead…but now, now you are anew. Reborn like a phoenix, and you have returned to me."

I lifted myself up, slowly turning to him to face my husband at long last, with a quivering lip, I say, "…I can't stay…I am dead. I can only…comfort you…with the memory of the girl you once knew…"He came closer to me, with I frozen in place as I felt his hands on my arms. I couldn't help but open my mouth and let him kiss me, feeling his cold tongue against mine. Gods, I couldn't resist…I needed him.

"Uh!" was the sound I made when I felt him lower down and slide my chain skirt, revealing my naked rear-end as he began groping it. "Wait…I…" I didn't know what to say, all my words were silenced by my own desire to kiss him. Lifting his shirt up as we kissed, I'd feel something press against my thigh before it went up.

"Gah! …Aaaaah! Nnnnnn…" I felt him enter my sex, his throbbing member pumping into me as we stood in the middle of the small house. It was rapid, it was so fast inside of me, I was his.

Why was I so conscientious? I would be so unabashed when one would take me as I stand, in times I would switch and become the master…but I wanted to be his love once more as I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my leg around his waist as I was his wife at long last.

"Ah! Ah! Oh god! Don't stop!" I pleaded with him, my forehead against his, "Heh. Heh! Oh my…ooooooh! Please! Don't stop!" Flesh clapped together, his hand on my buttocks as I couldn't stop myself from moaning as I felt him rub them. It felt so good, with every pump up my undead womanhood sending waves of pleasure into my body as he took me. I truly didn't want it to stop.

I couldn't stop looking at him, as I laid on the bed, naked and aroused. I could feel his shaft ram into my like a rabid animal, my body shaking from the pleasure as I would cry out and clutch my fingers against the bed sheets as he was on top of me.

My legs were still around his waist, wanting more out of his love as he gave all his strength into my cold undead body, with flesh clapping together as my beautiful breasts bounced wildly from his non-stop thrusting.

"Oh god! It so goooood…" I cried out, with my teeth clenching and my body tensing up, "I love you! I love you!" I wanted to cry, but there were no tears to be made.

"Don't leave…" he begged as he made love to me, with the bed creaking and my body quivering, "I…need you…"

"Yes…" I whimpered out, "…just…don't make me…" I held my head back as he began kissing my neck, wrapping my arms around him as I was lost in the lovely pleasure my…husband gave me. I truly, truly never wanted to leave him again.

His lips against mine sealed the deal as I continued to feel that fat thing slam deep inside me over and over again, I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. I wanted to be his wife, the one he lost. I still am not sure if I am her, but I will try.

"Make me…make me…" I kept whimpering out, feeling him get faster and faster. I held tight to his body as my eyes widened and my mouth hung wide open. Oh god, I was coming!

"FuuuuUUUUUCK!" I screamed out into the sky, feeling my body roar out in pleasure as he kept pumping inside of me with that gift from man. I panted and groaned as he kept treating me so good, making me feel so amazing, making me feel like a woman in love.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, I felt so happy. I felt so loved. I don't think I can go back to my life from before, I don't think I can go back being with my friends again. I am home, I am finally home.

When I fell asleep, I was nestled against him, smiling, happy. My arms around him as I laid with him, both of us naked from our union as his seed leaked out my sex and dribbled from his tip. Anastasia and her love, together at long last, not even death getting rid of our love.

When I awoke, his was gone. I was on my side as I was already half-asleep. It was night-time, the house was completely dark. Where did my husband go? I slowly and tiredly sat up, my feet pressing against the cold dusty floor as I look around. No where. He was nowhere to be found.

I called out to him, maybe he was outside, but I didn't hear a reply except the wolves howling in the distance and the crickets chirping throughout the night. I reached down to the bed and grabbed the old blanket, covering myself instinctively as a great unknown filled my heart.

I took a gander out the window and saw a plow standing straight outside, sticking into the dirt for a while before falling down and hitting something hard and brittle. I was scared, but why? It was just the night, the night gives me no fear, even if it is covered in fog with gods-knows-what lies within. Gathering my courage, I walked through the door and stepped into the cold night.

I strolled into the garden behind the house, hoping to god I will find him out there as I frantically turned my head, seeing no one but the trees and the fog. I called out to him over and over again, constantly calling to my love. With every word, sorrow grows deeper, with no response.

I stubbed my foot on the hoe, looking to see it cut pretty deep into it as I also saw something that would drive a lesser person insane. A lesser person like me. Oh god, I was shaking.

It was a skeleton, a dried up skeleton with worms and flies eating the left-over meat from the bones. It wasn't the flies or the worms or the fact a dead skeleton was letting out little whimpers from my lips as I shook like an earthquake, soon breaking me into a moment of insanity. It was the fact…the skeleton…

…was…

…wearing…my…

…husband's…

…clothes…

"He's dead…he's dead…he's dead…"

I kept repeating to myself as I stood in the middle of the wrecked home, naked with my hair a mess. The bed was turned, the table destroyed with pieces of wrecked chairs, and pieces of dishware scattering the floor.

What the fuck happened to me? Did I go insane from the hope he was alive and just…pretended I had sex with him? Was it a shadow of who he once was giving me final comfort? What happened?

I shook again, and was surprised when…tears…left my eye. I breathed in, only to let out a scream of sorrow, clutching my body hoping the specter will return to me in my time of need. But even as I sobbed like a babe, he didn't show. He left me. I don't understand. If he…loved me…why did he stay waiting for me, only to leave me when I wanted him back?

It's not right…it's not fair…

I shivered in terrible agony as I got up, reaching down and grabbing the blanket I used to cover myself instead of my armor. I'll get new ones, I can't bear to keep them after…he took them off.

My feet was embedded with shards of the dishware as I walked out of my old home, leaving it behind not wanting to stay and waste around like he'd want me to. No, he's gone. I'm gone. My life was gone for some time.

I looked to my left to see a campfire in the distance, along with a group of gangly figures resting around with a large figure, waving his arms to them. Gumsuck, telling a story to the other ghouls.

Gumsuck…

"Then! Big fire come! Burn the ground! And dragon swoop and eat woman whole! Teeth rip her backflesh! That were Gumsuck back come from!"

The ghouls clapped at his story as I walked in at the climax, like an old beggar looking for comfort in a cold hating world. Gumsuck smiled as he waddled to me, it broke my heart to see it die because of my emotionless sorrow.

"Pretty…Lady?" he grumbled out, "You…hurt?"

"…Yes…" I said, sitting with on a log as the ghouls looked at me with concern. They cared so much for me. Created just to humiliate me, and grow to love me.

One by one, the ghouls would sleep, grumbling in their sleep as I sat in front of the dwindling fire, watching it as the blue sky shined overhead. Morning. I was lost that long. The only one who stayed awake, keeping me company, was Gumsuck. He sat there, silent as I was. When he did speak, I jumped in shock.

"Feet…hurt?" he let out, "…Let…Gumsuck…help?" I nodded with a smile, and I watched him pull a stitch and needle from his pocket as I watched him take care of my little wounds, pulling out shards and stitching the slits up.

"…You find something?" he mumbled out, "…in house?"

"…No…" I said to him kindly, "just sadness and memories. In fact, I don't know what I found in that dingy old place."

"Gumsuck thought…you were gonna leave…" he sighed out in despair, "…stay in home…want to live in house with love…"

"Of course not," I spoke with shock, "why would you think that?"

"Gumsuck not leave…" he groaned out, looking at me with those large mismatched eyes, "…because Gumsuck with…someone he love…" I looked at him so much with shock, and I was touched by his words. As he made the final stitches to my foot, I reached out and touched his face, rubbing it as he looked up at me.

"Gumsuck…you have no idea how much that means to me," I breathed out to him, "I don't know…what to say…"

"No…need say…." he grunted, getting up and sitting next to me once again as I looked up to him, "…I do anything for…Anna…Ana…uh, Anastuh-uh…Anastuh-"

"Anastasia," I said to him with a warm loving smile, "It's okay…it's a hard name to say, I know." I slid up closer to him, resting against him as I couldn't help but keep smiling. He sighed happily, he was so loveable.

I was home. I was always home. With him. With them. Together…

The Banana Slug: (sniff) (grumble) That was lovely. I think I outdid myself there, I hope.

Anyway, sorry for the delay, but I am making porn again! Aren't you happy? I am still not sure if I can call it erotica or not, most likely not, given the F-bombs and the constant use of 'cum', I don't think it would.