Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbing July 3)

Tybalt opened his eyes.

He still lay with Vidalia, and it didn’t seem like much time had passed. The relative darkness around them remained as it had been. His body was almost entirely relaxed, except a single point of tension that remained in between them, pressed against her lower back, harder than ever.

“Now that we’ve finished with that,” Vidalia said. “Um, what do we do next?” She licked her lips and turned to face him.

Tybalt felt her slight anxiety beneath the effort to be sexy. Her innocence, mixed with everything they had said and done that night, which was decidedly not innocent.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered into her ear. “And remember that we want to be very quiet.”

She started to remove what little she had been wearing, taking off her camisole and raising a hand to undo the ribbon tied in a bow around her neck, but he placed a hand over hers.

“You can keep the bow. Feels like I’m playing with a present.”

She blushed but nodded, a grin spreading over her face. “We’re really, uh, doing something in the real world, even if I don’t know what.”

Vidalia clearly wanted to ask him without asking him: Is this really happening? And what exactly is happening?

Tybalt just smiled at her. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be happy.”

“Tybalt, I would be happy with anything from you,” she said in a voice that overflowed with sheer lust. “I don’t remember if I ever told you this, but there was… one future where you discovered the Tower in a different region - it can move around, to find the one who’s worthy - anyway, you got your powers and became a conqueror years before you ever came to the Salt Waste. When you made it here… you kind of carried me off by force. You already knew who I was. You’d had some of the same dreams. We had connected. The connection between us is very strong. Written in stone. But where I had expected to be, uh, sort of your partner, you made me more like your… good luck charm.”

“My good luck charm?”

“Your favorite concubine. Your little whore. Your… toy. The one you’d fuck before every battle. And after. And whenever you were bored.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t sure how to react to that, while they were starting intimacy. She sounded both slightly resentful of that alternate version of Tybalt but also distinctly aroused.

“I… liked it. Eventually. It took… time… for me to get used to it, but then I - I took pride in it. In how you would ignore your actual wives to spend time in my bed. In being better than them at pleasing you. I was ready to do anything to get any attention from you.” She let out a slow, sultry breath. “You know, in that version of the future, we had something like sixteen kids.”

Whoa.

“What am I supposed to do with… all of that?”

What was the point… other than making me slightly more aroused? And maybe a little guilty for things I suspect my alternate future self did…

“Do whatever you want, as long as you play with me. That was the point, I think.”

As she spoke, she pulled her underwear down and off, and suddenly, everything was on display. She made no effort to cover herself, just sat there, looking slightly cold- or very excited- and nervously watching him. He took in the small swell of her perky breasts with their big, engorged pink nipples, her long, flat midriff, the sensual curve of her hips, her long, shapely legs, and everything in between.

The little tuft of blonde fur that grew above her sex. It had no other covering, and her lower lips were visibly wet and engorged.

Her tail wagged excitedly as his eyes devoured her.

“I guess - I guess I’m not too hideous?” she said. “Uh, too skinny?” She chuckled nervously.

“I’m going to show you exactly what I think about your body,” Tybalt replied.

He could almost count her ribs. She was still very thin, but she looked a little healthier than she had when he woke up. The fact that his undead were regularly hunting and bringing them meat, and she was eating better than she had been when her family had to provide all of their own meals, was helping her fill out a bit. Before the attack on the beastfolk village, when Tybalt fell into his coma, she would have been very thin indeed.

But it wasn’t a turnoff. Tybalt just felt more called to protect her.

I’ll take care of you properly, the necromancer thought. For the rest of our lives.

“Um, you have to get naked, too,” Vidalia said after a moment.

“Oh, right.” Tybalt began unbuttoning his shirt.

“S-Slowly.” She swallowed. One of her hands had already fallen between her legs, parting her delicate lower lips.

“Is that what you’d normally do after one of our dream encounters?” Tybalt asked.

She nodded and licked her pink lips.

“C-Can I do it now?”

“No. I want to do this for you.”

“All right.” She smiled like a starving woman presented with food. Tybalt took a deep breath as he continued undressing, more deliberately, and he recognized that the room was full of the smell of her pheromones. His body seemed to have realized it too. His manhood was perhaps the hardest it had ever been.

As he pulled down his pants, Vidalia, seemingly unable to resist, leaned down and rubbed his tip.

Tybalt swallowed. She always touched him with the same intense eagerness. It was a little overwhelming as well as flattering and very pleasurable.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

She took her hand away with obvious reluctance, then lay on her back and opened her legs.

“Ready for you,” she said.

Tybalt lay on top of her and gave her a long elven-style kiss that left her breathing hard when he pulled back. He kissed and sucked his way down her neck and fondled a big fennec fox ear with one hand and one of her breasts with the other, making little circles over her nipple with his thumb. The combination quickly turned her breathing erratic.

“Oh gods, I love this,” she said, her voice almost stumbling over the word “love.”

“Just getting started,” Tybalt growled. He kissed his way down her collarbone, then kissed and groped back and forth between her small, perky breasts, handling them roughly as he listened to her unsteady breathing and quiet, muffled moans.

He felt wetness against his thigh and looked down to see Vidalia had squeezed his leg between hers and was slowly humping him.

He smiled and then kissed his way further down, between her breasts, around her navel- she made a little sound somewhere between lustful groaning and a giggle- and then down to her hips. She put a hand on the back of his head, pushing him further down, and for a few seconds, he obliged her.

He licked and kissed down the ‘v’ shape from her hipbone to her sex, going all the way to the edge of her lips- a sharp, pleased intake of breath from the foxgirl- then back out to her inner thighs. That movement was accompanied by a little disappointed sigh.

He kissed and lightly bit her thighs, wondering how much pressure to apply- he knew she was more delicate, everywhere, than Mariella- when the foxgirl spoke again.

“I-If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, we should change the positioning,” she said. “Flip around so I can do it to- to you, too, all right?”

“Are… you sure?”

“If I’m not giving you pleasure with my body, I won’t have as much fun,” she said firmly.

“I had sex with Mariella earlier,” Tybalt said. “I haven’t bathed.”

He had briefly stopped before he came here to wash off his face, neck, hands- everything that had touched the rats- but nothing below the clothing, because Kistana was with him.

“I don’t mind. Not even a little bit.” She winked.

Tybalt crawled around until his hardness hovered over Vidalia’s face, and her wet, engorged lower lips were right below his head.

The foxgirl surprised him by making the first move, grabbing his ass and pulling him down hard so she could suck him into her mouth. She licked and sucked his tip for thirty seconds before popping it out.

“Tastes good,” she said.

Tybalt leaned in and started lapping at the hot liquid between her legs. She tasted like she smelled, a sweet, musky flavor that made his mouth water.

His mouth and tongue worked at her lips, the hot pink flesh just inside her entrance, and her clitoris. He’d only done this with one other woman, and she had told him that every woman liked it differently, so he wasn’t completely confident in his technique. Slowly, though, as he listened to her little moans and gasps, he recognized what worked and what didn’t.

Vidalia began to get a little louder as Tybalt focused more on the flesh around her clitoris, so he thrust himself into her mouth to muffle the sound.

It worked, and she returned to licking and sucking on him loudly and with apparent gusto.

As he had grown more assured that he knew what he was doing to her, Tybalt got his hands into the act more, using them to squeeze her ass and thighs, pull her harder onto his mouth, and occasionally stroke the rough patch of flesh just past her lower lips.

The foxgirl leaked more lubrication as he went on, and her sucking on his shaft grew more sporadic as if she was beginning to lose control of her body. She finally spat him out, moaned lewdly- and he quickly reached down and covered her mouth with one hand. He felt her nod with understanding beneath his palm, and he released her, bringing his hands back to her ass and thighs.

Then he intensified the attention to her clitoris and her lower lips, grabbing a firm hold of her ass with both hands and squeezing it as he licked and sucked at her.

For several minutes, there was just the smell and taste of Vidalia’s arousal, hot and wet all over his mouth and chin. There was just her hips humping into his every movement as he finally gave her a little taste of the attention she’d been dreaming of for years.

There was no warning before it happened. Her whole body stiffened, her hips thrust at his face, and she let out a grunt. He glanced down and caught the look of ecstasy on her face, her teeth biting down on the meat of her hand so hard that she drew blood, doing everything she could to restrain the moans that wanted to escape.

She shuddered and stilled, her hips falling back down wetly as a gentle trickle of her juices leaked out. The foxgirl’s head lay back, eyes blinking slowly open and shut, not seeming to see anything around her.

Tybalt sat up on his knees, and he waited for Vidalia to come to herself.

“That was- oh, yeah,” Vidalia said, letting out a long, unsteady breath and shaking her head. “Thank you very much. See, that’s why you deserve to be king. Feels like I’ve been waiting for that all my life. So much better than in dreams…”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Tybalt replied, smiling.

“Sorry I couldn’t, um, focus properly on- ”

“It’s all right,” he said, beginning to rise. “I told you before, I had Mariella earlier. I don’t need- ”

“Oh, no.” The foxgirl grabbed him by the shaft, stroking slowly, a determined expression on her face. “You’re not leaving here unsated. You’re going to come in me or on me.”

“Well, if you insist…”

“I do.”

Vidalia took him into her mouth, sucking hard and fast, looking him deep and lovingly in the eyes as she tried to take more of him inside her. This time, she kept pleasuring him until he finished.

It didn’t take long with the erotic sight in front of him. There was the foxgirl eagerly rubbing her small, firm breasts against his thighs, her ass wagging back and forth along with her tail, her hips slowly humping against the ground and her hand as her fingers shamelessly squelched between her legs, bringing her to a second climax- and that constant, dedicated eye contact.

The eye contact that said she wasn’t quite satisfied with this, that said, I can’t wait to feel you somewhere else.

“Get ready to swallow,” he said in a low voice.

She did.

And she seemed to have been timing herself based off of him, because a few seconds after he spurted into her mouth, she tilted her head back, let out a quiet moan, and shuddered again. It was a much smaller orgasm for her this time.

When she was done, he kissed her on the lips, and they lay down together, still naked.

“I know you can’t stay the night,” she said drowsily. “But… until I fall asleep?”

He nodded, then held Vidalia until her breathing slowed and steadied, until her body had completely relaxed, until even his movement to separate and dress himself did not provoke any reaction.

When he left, Tybalt kissed her once more, on the forehead, and he covered her nakedness with the blanket that had lain forgotten while they completed their carnal acts.