With the evening tomb's mechanism activated the lid of the tomb slid open revealing those within...

Jack sat up and stretched, as his various joints popped with magical cadence, as he let out a satisfied moan, "aaaaahhhh."

He looked over to Leslie who was actually drawing air into her vestigial lungs, panting and sweating.

Jack watched as a bead of black sweat flowed along her feminine curve and then vanished from sight.

"Jack... Ha... Ha..."

"Hmmmm?" Jack wondered, as his vision traced his way up along Leslie's lines of perfection to her face.

"Where... Ha... Ha... Did you learn to do... That... Ha..."

Jack rubbed the back of his bald skull, as this wasn't the first time he was asked this, "Well... I've had a few lives to practice" Jack chuckled.

"It's... A damn... Good thing... I love it..." Leslie spoke seemingly out of breath, as she rolled over onto her back, and looked at her ring on her left hand.

"Why...?" Jack felt that was a bit over the top.

"Because... Ha... Ha... I'm not sure... Ha... If I can go to work today... What am I... Suppose to... Ha... Tell my agents... Sorry... But the God-King... has me... Soul drunk... Can't make it..!. Ha..." Leslie giggled slightly between breaths.

"Ah... Well... It was you that said for a month. Good thing We had that break, right?"

"What... Break...? Might as well... Just go back to it..." Leslie put her hand down, as she turned her gaze back to Jack, with a gleam in her eyes.

"...I just don't know about you... Do you want me to be good at reaping or not?" Jack was at a loss.

"I would love... More... Than anything... To just be lost in... your soul forever... But Alas... Ha... Ha... I have things to do... Today."

While Jack thought of something, a question came to mind, "What's being soul drunk?"

Leslie turned her face, as she darkened in embarrassment, "That's... Ha... That's being drunk on the feeling... of a soul bond... Like how Zombie Undead can get drunk on Ichor Wine... Or the right Burnt Offerings for Skeletal Undead."

"Oh, I see. Okay. Then I get you soul drunk?" Jack's flaming eyes danced in excitement.

"Why ask when you already... know, hump!" Leslie turned over showing her sender back to Jack.

Jack continued to look at that smooth back and the line that formed it as if it was boneless... Was it, he wondered.

He reached out, and placed his large skeletal hand on her shoulder, as he gentle slide it down her body, enjoying the springy and spongy sense of touch.

Leslie looked over her shoulder, "Stop seducing me... I've already called for a... handmaiden to bring me my clothes."

"What? I can't enjoy my wife?" Jack chuckled.

Leslie knitted her brows as she thought of something, as she spoke, "It's not like you don't have two other wives now, so why don't you go bother them. Hump!!!"

Leslie turned her face away from Jack, as some of her heaving began to even out.

[What the... hell...] Jack wondered why she became like that all of a sudden but decided to not think too much about it since he couldn't make sense of it.

"Honey ghost, don't be like that. Right now, I just want to touch you. If I wanted to touch the other two, wouldn't I be with them at the moment? How come I'm still here with you then?"

"Hmmmm?" Leslie looked over her shoulder with a cheeky grin, "Alright."

At that moment, a light knock sounded at the door.

Leslie rose up slightly, and called out, "Come in."

A handmaiden walked in with Leslie's garments in hand, and closed the newly created door behind her, as she turned her face not to look at the God-King and her Mistress together nude.

Jack floated out of his evening tomb, as he saw Leslie shakily attempting to get out of the evening tomb with her coordination not being the best. Jack waved his hand, as she was lifted out of the tomb in her nude glory, and was placed easily on the floor standing next to him.

As Jack's power left her, she felt her legs were going to give. As she was about to throw out her arms to catch herself, she felt Jack's large skeletal hands catch her and hold her in place.

A warmth spread throughout her chest, as she looked up into those flaming eyes, knowing that Jack was there for her, for even something as simple as standing, even if this was all his fault.

Leslie's handmaiden approached, and as she was going to help, Jack spoke, "Honey Ghost, can I help you instead?"

Leslie paused, but then chuckled, "Sure," as she waived her handmaiden to leave. The handmaiden darkly blushed and took her leave quicker than she came.

Leslie uneasily walked to Jack's desk and held onto it. She looked over her shoulder to Jack with some expectation in her eyes, wondering if Jack could dress her properly.

Jack's gaze roamed over Leslie, and he lamented not having flesh. He then looked to Leslie's clothing. He selected the black panties and kneeled down to Leslie. She lifted one leg and then the other. Jack slide them into place, and he selected the next item.

[...I didn't know she wore a chest wrap...] Jack noticed the next article, and looking at Leslie from behind, he could clearly see the hanging fruit from Leslie, and they were much fuller than he thought they were previously now that he thought about it.

Without thinking too much, following what he had seen in anime in his previous life, he carefully wrapped Leslie torso, making sure it wasn't too tight but not too loose.

Lastly, Jack reached for the Black and White Qi Pao. He noticed that it was inlaid with a repeating gold pattern that showed... Golden Chibi Angels of Death.

Jack shook his head and took the Qi Pao, and kneeled again. Leslie stepped into it, as he bought it up to her neck. He reached around and buttoned it on both sides of the chest. He further straightened out the wrinkles, as Leslie clumsily turned around to face Jack with a cheeky smile.

"You know..." Leslie looked herself over, "I didn't think you would be able to dress me."

Jack reached over and ran his bony fingers through her ink-black hair, as he spoke, "I'm amazing... I thought you knew this."

"Be more humble, even if you are amazing." Leslie giggled, grabbing onto Jack's ribs and pulling him down to her face, as she kissed his forehead.

"I need to go put on my makeup. I'll meet you later for Emily's Ceremony." Leslie took a few unease steps and retrieved her shoes. She put one on and then the other, as she staggered a bit to the door.

Jack called out, "I can take you to your room..."

"No need... I need to get used to being like this if we are to continue doing this together." Leslie braced her hand on the side of the door, and winked to Jack, as she opened the door and left.

Jack felt excited by that last comment but trusted Leslie to make it to her room.

Jack donned a simple robe, and left, as well. He made it to his office, sat down, and mentally called Lucius to talk over Emily's coming of age ceremony, while he placed his laptop on his desk. He opened it and started working on one of his projects.