Brianna hadn't been outside in a long time, except of course to do the school activities. Brianna opened the door and looked out into the forest that covered most of the grounds at Shokushu high. Walking through it with her towel under her arm and a book in her hand she couldn't wait to have a stroll on the beach and a bathe in the moonlight. Reaching the beach she rolled her towel onto the sand and sat on it. Putting her book down on the towel she rolled her dress of revealing her black bikini. Sitting on her towel she pulled her shoes off and took a run into the sea. Hitting the water she squealed in shock at the cold water. Getting used to it she took a short swim before climbing out and lying on the towel she had placed opening her book and began reading.

Bellow the water, Striktor lay, waiting.

The undead pirate lay where he had given up his life's breath many years ago, before the island was inhabited. At first he had been truly dead, but slowly, very slowly, the strange artificial lifeforms he had ingested before his death had rebuilt him. He was dimly aware of life above him. The symbiotes inside him had their own, mysterious ways of keeping track of things, and sometimes they shared their knowledge with their unliving host.

He was aware of the girls moving about above, human females, young, some carefree, some scared. He was aware that others watched over them, people that had struck a dark deal with the likes of himself, to sell their own in slavery. And he was aware of monsters lurking, watching their prey. None of this had been enough to make him stir from his watery grave.

Until tonight.

Some sort of presence was there. Striktor did not understand what made it.. no.. she, it was definitely a female presence.. What made she stand out, except she was special, worth his attention. Perhaps it was the aura of dark powers about her, her affinity for necromancy, her closeness to darkness and the dead that pulled at him.

Whatever it was, he could sense her. He knew she was young, knew she was gorgeous, and he knew he wanted her. Most of the humans only played in the water during the day, fearing the dark. This one did not, had even chosen the silver caress of the moonlight over the golden sun. A special female, certainly.

At first he lay there, merely sensing her presence in the water above him, swimming like a seal. As she left for the beach, he finally stirred, slowly shrugging off the sand, clay and mud that had been covering him.

He then rose, standing on the bottom. He took a step towards the shore. The top of his head was now above the water, just enough for his hollow eye sockets to clear the salt liquid of the sea. Motionless, he watched her. He studied her. This human female.. she was gorgeous, a beautiful creature. He watched her quietly, studying her every curve, feeling something he had not felt in ages.

Naked, raw desire.

Would she somehow sense him? Would whatever dark power had graced her alert her to her undead admirer? Or would she remain oblivious, treating him to more of her voluptuous form as he considered his approach?

Brianna turned a page in her book not really reading it. Looking out across the sea she saw the moon making the water glisten and sparkle. Beautiful. Deciding that reading was pointless on a night like this she put the book down and ran into the sea. Allowing the cold water to spray over her body. Lying back she floated just close to the shore looking up at the full moon. Closing her eyes she felt completely relaxed as the water moved around her body.

Just as she was about to fall asleep she felt something. Getting to her feet sharply she looked around. She wasn't alone, she could feel it.....

The woman returned to the sea. Striktor watched her, enjoying the sight of her running. She wore tiny black garments, displaying plenty of her body in the pale light. He loved how her movements caused her inviting bosom to move, the movements of great breasts barely trapped behind a tiny bikini. He would love to expose more of them, to sense how they would feel against his cold skin. Just as he would love to tear the tiny bottom part away to explore her finely shaped ass.

The young human female lay floating in the dark waters, seemingly uncaring about the danger lurking just nearby. Then she seemed to have sensed something, as she stood up, treating him to the view of silver droplets running down the curves of her body. Her black hair, almost matching the dark night itself framed her face.

Striktor started moving towards her. He did not hurry, taking one step at a time. Gradually, his body emerged from the water. A skull like head. Dark, empty looking eye sockets. No nose, just nostrils. A mouth more like a bony grin.

Then his shoulder and most of his upper body cleared the water. Thin, looking almost like bones in the pale light. His tentacles were not extended yet. He had a few pieces of his old armor still strapped to his shoulders.

At first he stood motionless, letting the waves hit his unmoving body.

Then he moved his mouth, like he was about to speak, but no words came, but rather salt salt water running out of it. He extended his black tongue, moving it tentatively, not having done so for ages.

Then he closed his mouth, still staring at Brianna.

Brianna heard the sloshing of water behind her turning around she saw a creature emerging from the sea. "What is that?" Brianna said to herself a mixture of horror and curiosity. What she could only explain as a skeleton man emerged from the sea. Taking a few steps back towards the shore she studied the thing from afar. She kept backing up as the monster full body emerged from the water and walked slowly towards her. Testing out joints that she could see had not been used in a long time. Panic in her voice Brianna pointed at the monster. "I'm warning you! stay away from me! Take one more step and I swear I'll hurt you!" Brianna continued to back onto the shore tripping over her towel. "Shit!"

Striktor halted a quarter of a second as Brianna demanded it stopped. Perhaps it was her magic training that made her words seem a little more weighty? He paused merely for a second, taking the time to consider this woman.

Yes, she would make a nice price. Who would not desire such a priceless female after a lifetime of unliving slumber?

Her voice was strong, but it had a timbre of something else. Fear. Panic, even. He must indeed be a terrible sight for someone such as she. It would not matter. SHe would get him, weather she wanted him or not. And her fear.. it made him feel more alive, somehow. Terror was a primal feeling, something that sparked his emotions.

The female backed up, away from him, but stumbled and fell. It was like a command to him, like her temporary vulnerability was an invitation in itself. In a few strides, he cleared the water, so she could see all of him. Naked, except a few straps and pieces of armour. His huge manhood was not fully erect yet, but he could feel it swelling, the sight of this woman's lovely form making long dead tissue spring to life.

He strode towards her, not hurrying, but not pausing either. His clawed feet hit the white sand, feeling dry land for the first time in years.

(sorry about the late reply. Been down with a heck of a flu.)