"Oh? What is it?"

"Without going into details, I really want to do... You know... With you."

"Mmmhmmm." Leslie wasn't actually all that bothered by him to voice it, though she blushed.

"We've never spoken about Verruca."

"...!"

Not hearing a response from Leslie, Jack continued.

"You remember the conversation We had that day..."

"...Yes..."

"What do you think of her?"

"...Why are you asking me this?" Leslie felt slightly disturbed in her heart.

"I... I can only apologize."

"...for what?" Leslie thought for a moment... Had Jack and Verruca already reaped together?

Yes... The undead's slang for Soul Unions was to reap, reaping, reaped together... Also to bond together, to harmonize together, tote the bone, lay the tomb, and do soul dance were also among the slang for Soul Unions.

"I wish to take Verruca... Julia Verruca as my second consort." Jack said this as shamelessly as he could muster. He was so glad he didn't have flesh and blood. He could have died from high blood pressure at this moment.

"What?!" Leslie questioned this, not because of Jack's shameless request, but because she thought they had already reaped.

"I know it's not right to you for me to have a second wife, but I wanted to tell you before we went any further... Just what my desire is..."

"So you two haven't... before?"

"What? No! No, I've never done... That... before, with anyone."

"Oh..." Leslie was slightly relieved to hear that Jack hadn't done that yet, and she could be the first.

A period of silence lapsed between the two, then Leslie spoke up, "Jack..."

"Yes."

"I'll be honest with you. I don't want you to take a second consort or a second wife. I want you all to myself." Leslie spoke the truth of his heart.

"Ah... Then I understand."

"Will you give up on taking Verruca as your second consort or second wife?"

"Yes."

"You will only marry me, and never touch, look, or reap with another besides me?"

Jack was unfamiliar with reap... Maybe it was slang... He wasn't sure, but he answered the best he could.

"I can't say I won't look at another woman, but I can state for a fact, that I'll never touch or do anything with another woman besides you."

Jack had decided to let this farfetched dream go. He had made up in his mind what was going to be... He let Boss Crag pump him up, and get such ideas. He was the top dog of Deagoth. He was king and pope. He could get whatever he wanted... But Lucius... Lucius reminded him of a very important fact. Saying Verruca would be sad, it reminded him that these ladies had minds, and opinions of their own. If they didn't agree, then he couldn't have them, simple as that. What good would it be to have two consorts, if neither one of them wanted to be with him?

"Because I don't want you to?" Leslie asked.

"Yes."

"So you will forsake all others for me, and only me?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Leslie asked. While she felt warmth in her from Jack openly saying he would be hers alone, she didn't understand why... He could have lots of ladies if he really wanted. She could tell he was being truthful, which was even more perplexing to her. How could he go from wanting multiple spouses to forsaking his dream and fetish in moments? She found him more and more interesting.

"Because I want you."

Jack had at first picked Leslie as his consort to give him someone that would be on his side and could use to get information. He also did this because he wanted a girlfriend, a companion, but after interacting with Leslie... And the length of period of not being about to see her... Jack had caught what people of his last life would call... Feelings.

Yes. Jack had fallen in Love with this beauty. He thought many things about Leslie. She was mysterious. His trip left him with a lot to think about, and when he thought of Leslie... A bunch of things didn't add up about her. So he found that her mystery was intriguing. Also, Leslie was dark... He didn't know what it was about her, but he felt that Leslie was slightly evil... A femme fatale and Jack liked that. He liked that a lot. However, the next words he heard Leslie say surprised him.

"I'll think about it."

"Huh?"

"I'll think about it if you want to take a second wife or third, or however many you want."

"But... I thought you wanted me to yourself. I can agree with that." Jack was at a loss. He had just given up, but all of a sudden she was saying this.

"I wanted to know how you felt. What you really felt... You're amazing, Jack. Do you know that?"

"Ah, well... I don't think so."

Leslie giggled. Such sweet giggling made Jack tingle. One has to remember being undead is like being in a sensory deprived room, to feel anything was amazing. Like the Burnt Offerings Jack partook with Boss Crag. It made him feel warmth. Her laughter... It made him feel tingly. He wanted more.

"I've liked you... I've always liked you... And, yes, I said like. I thought I loved you before you were entombed, but now I know it was just a crush. I was fond of you. You were the only one I could see to be my husband, to be my mate, but after you left your entombment though... I've fallen in love with you. I love you. You're wise, a bit awkward, but you're truthful, and you're a genius. You could fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. I watch you too closely."

"Uhhh... What do you mean?"

"I know you act. I know you aren't the bad guy you want to make everyone think you are..."

"I'm not a good guy either..."

"No, you're not... You're a villain, but you make decisions for the best of Deagoth. Even if they are seen as bad or good, you make them if you think they are for the better for us. "

"A villain is a bad guy..." Jack said helplessly. He had done exactly that... Act the villain. It was the only way he knew to be in the situation that he found himself in.

"A villain isn't a bad guy. A villain is a selfish person. They only ever do anything that would serve them. In your case, I, your consort, your friends, and your kingdom are yours. You only make decisions for us, for the best of us, only because you feel you own us. Because we are yours... Selfish."

Jack thought for a moment, while Leslie finished... He couldn't think of a retort, but found his thoughts were interrupted by Leslie, "I don't dislike a selfish man." Leslie giggled again, feeling Jack with more of that sweet feeling.

"I don't know what you saw when you died... But you didn't want to tell me that."

"Yeah... I died." Jack said the truth, and Leslie could tell he wasn't lying.

"So whatever you saw, is driving you to make these changes, and it has changed you. You're ruthless now, and I like that a lot in a male."

Leslie snuggled up to Jack. He could feel her laying on him.

"I know you say things you think sound good, but if anyone stopped to think about it... They would know you're just trying to act the part. It's only when you're talking to me, Lucius, even Verruca... Are you being the real you, even then your just a selfish villain."

"So you noticed..." Jack had thought he had a high level of Bullshittery... His acting failed to meet the scrutiny of Leslie.

"Also..."

"Hmmm?

"I love it when you're being ruthless, and evil."

Jack could hear Leslie making her seductive sounds... Could she still be in the mood? Jack wanted to question what she meant by being evil, but logic was tossing this to the side, as he wanted to give Soul Unions a try.

Jack decided to try his luck. As he remembered from the instructions given to him, Jack call from deep within him to what would be considered his soul. It was interesting, that this wasn't the first time Jack had done this.

The same way Jack absorbed books were exactly the same way to ignite a Soul Union. Jack had wondered if 'the last guy' had read the karma sutra to learn how to use a technique for undead sex to read books... Jack was baffled about this.

Actually both techniques required the soul, and of course, had the same process to start... Jack was just ignorant of this version of soul techniques, as the previous Holy Witch King did not devote much time to it.

Jack moved the feeling of his soul from his rib cage, through his shoulder, down his arm, and into his hand. He placed this hand on Leslie's Chest. This was the first time Jack had cupped him a feel of the spongy flesh that gave Leslie her bust.

Leslie moaned in response and did not reject his soul's intuition. Accepting it, and inviting it into her soul space.

The Soul space of undead was the metaphysical location of their soul within their bodies. Each undead could link this metaphysical location with a real location on their body, or even move it into another object. If moved to another object, then they would no longer be considered zombie undead, or skeletal undead, but Lich undead. Lich undead were the cockroaches of the undead. If one destroyed the physical location of the soul space in an undead, or the container of the soul space became so damaged, the soul would leak out and cause true death. As long as the soul space was intact, an undead could be recovered to their physical status previous of the injury or damage they sustained. With Liches, their entire body could be destroyed, but they would have to get a new body to control. Liches required powerful magics and servants to maintain them. Without servants, a Lich could be destroyed, and his soul would not be damaged, but who would set up the next body for the Lich to inhabit without someone to complete the task?

Jack entered into Leslie's soul space. Jack and Leslie turned their vision inward to see into their soul space. Leslie's soul was a dark purple colored mass of fog, while Jack's was a Yellow and black mass of liquid. Colors of souls could indicate cultivation and personality, but Jack would learn of this later.

Both souls moved closer to each other before they started to mingle with each other. Almost as each soul wanted to enter into the other. Jack's soul was stronger than Leslie's, simply due to it being a liquid form, while Leslie's was in the form of misty fog. Souls could be strengthening, and cultivation did play a part in this as well. Liquid soul forms were only available to Emperor Cultivators or above. It could only be attributed that Jack being a transmigrator that moved to a new body naturally had a strong soul, as he was not really an Emperor Ranked Cultivator. This misunderstanding would be continued now that Leslie had encountered his soul.

As the two souls mingled, played, and danced with each other. The contact between the two brought endless pleasure to both. As the two souls tugged, played, and teased each other, Jack's and Leslie's minds were completely open to each other, having no secret thoughts. They could freely think, without having to mentally message each other. Just thinking would express the deepest level of oneself with the other. This was one of the reasons Soul Unions were called Unions. It was a conjoining of the two souls.

[I love you.] Leslie was the first to think during the soul union after an unknown length of time.

[Me too...] Jack responded with his first thought.

[This feels so good.] Jack thought again, this was different than physical sex, but it was very close to having the best sex he could ever have. Were Soul Unions like having the best sex every time?

[Yes... this is the best... This was worth the wait... soooooo goooood.] Leslie completed Jack's thought and was moaning with her very soul.

Both Jack and Leslie went to the very peak of ecstasy during their Soul Union multiple times, as Soul Unions too had climaxes. During these times, the souls of each would vibrate and pulsate, which would in turn cause please the other soul during the union. For Jack and Leslie, this at times caused Chain reactions where one would climax, and this started the other to, and as they finished he would cause the other to climax again.

This fierce battle of the souls lasted for Jack and Leslie for three days.

During these days of endless pleasure for the two of them, the obsidian blood and marrow of the Officials of the Court painted the palace square a deep shade of black.