DnD Sex Edition

Wights are more intelligent undead that exist in the very slim space between a skeleton and a zombie. Wights can arise spontaneously, typically following great trauma (source 1) or evil deeds and desires (source 2). They have an average intelligence and an above average charisma. While they can be created from various humanoids, I’m sticking with humans as the most common. They hate and feed on the living and, in Pathfinder, can create more of their own kind through killing living humanoids.

The silence that follows your seductive display is oppressive. The undead creature before you isn’t even breathing. Then, he (she) winks one pale glowing eye and steps forward, close enough for you to see that it couldn’t do anything except wink as one eyelid is completely missing. A dry, raspy inhale makes your throat constrict in sympathy. Obviously, this wight does not use his (her) vocal chords very often. “You wish to sleep with me?” An odd mist is expelled with his (her) words, smelling musty and wet like the damp earth of a newly dug grave. He (she) steps forward again, bringing his (her) face mere inches from yours. “I love fucking over the living, anyway that presents itself. Perhaps I’ll even keep you afterwards.”

Performance check to see if the PC rides the bony pony with the wight (DC 10).

On a success: Cold fingers grip your chin and a dry desiccated tongue probes your mouth. He (she) tastes of mildew and decay, not unlike a mausoleum with a leaky roof. You close your eyes to enjoy the kiss of death. One of the wight’s glowing eyes is outlined against your eyelids. It must be enjoying this kiss to have closed his (her) one eyelid. 

If the wight is male: You reach into the tattered remains of the wight’s trousers and firmly grip his flaccid cock. Apparently, the circulatory system is not revived by necromantic magic. You offer a few experimental pumps with your hand and feel a sheath of dead skin tear away. You pull out the shed skin of the wight’s cock and meet his glowing eyes with a sheepish grin. The wight snarls, “I was trying to keep that.” 

The wight automatically performs life drain/energy drain.

If the wight is female: You reach out to grasp at the sunken breast of the wight while she kisses you. You’re oddly intrigued by the feel of her undead flesh. It’s much like handling a rotten banana that has an intact peel. She reaches into your breeches and grips your hardening cock. The sensation of the partially exposed bones holding your manhood sends a quiver up your spin. Your fingertips spasm, digging into her undead flesh, and punching new holes into her chest. The wight pulls back and snarls, “Leave the girls alone!” The wight automatically performs life drain/energy drain.

Life drain (5e): The PC makes a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or its hit point maximum is reduced 1d6+2. This reduction lasts until the target finishes a long rest. The target dies if this effect reduces its hit point maximum to 0.

Energy Drain (Pathfinder): The PC takes one negative level and the wight gains 5 temporary hit points for the next hour. Negative levels remain until 24 hours have passed or until removed with a spell, such as restoration. If a negative level is not removed before 24 hours have passed, the affected creature must attempt a Fortitude save (DC 14). On a success, the negative level goes away with no harm to the creature. On a failure, the negative level becomes permanent (source 3). 

On a fail: The wight brings a dagger up into your stomach with an abrupt thrust. “What do you think of my prick, little man?” Automatic hit for 1d4 damage. The wight can then step back, leaving the dagger in the PC, and readies their longsword. Initiate combat.