Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbing July 3)

Tybalt felt his neck and then his whole head grow hot.

The world spun. Oh, fuck.

He blinked, then pulled up his status for a few seconds, just to check, but his health wasn’t decreasing.

I got injected with something, but it’s probably not harmful, he told himself.

He turned to glare at Andrea, but the lamia was already moving sensuously away, her back to him, generous hips swaying side to side. She returned to the circle of runic stones.

As Tybalt’s eyes fell on the stones again, his vision blurred slightly.

No, that’s not good. What’s happening?

Soft lips pressed themselves against his ear, and a very familiar voice began to whisper.

“Your head should steady after a minute, darling. We are supposed to find a healer if the, um, other events last uncontrollably beyond the next four hours, though.”

“You knew this was going to happen?”

“The female lamia’s venom isn’t very potent,” Vidalia said, a note of slight defensiveness in her tone. “They just use it for… marathon mating sessions.”

“That’s… still irresponsible. What would you do if I happened to be unusually sensitive to this venom? Do we even have someone who could fix me? Because I’m usually our healer.”

“I, um…” She swallowed nervously. “Are you all right? Your voice does sound a little odd.”

He blinked again. Andrea had begun to dance in the circle of stones, a slow, sensuous rhythm, and the runes glowed with power now. Her eyes burned as they stared back into his, and she began to sing, a strange and haunting melody in a language Tybalt did not know.

“D-Darling?” Vidalia asked, pulling his attention forcefully back.

The necromancer reached out and grabbed a generous handful of her ass.

“It’s fine,” Tybalt managed. His head was still spinning a little.

“Oh. Thank you. I promise you’ll love the next few hours. If you’re still upset later, you can tie me up or spank me or punish me however you want.” She whispered these words with a combination of genuine apology and lust in her tone.

One day, your horniness could literally get me killed… but I have to admit, there are worse ways to die than underneath a foxgirl.

She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, licked and lightly bit it, and he felt his manhood jerk slightly. The sensations were suddenly much sharper than before, and Tybalt doubted somehow that he would last four hours in this condition.

“What’s wrong with Lord Tybalt?” asked Kistana’s voice from in front of him.

“The lamia bit him,” replied Victoria.

“What? Is that safe?”

“It’s very weak venom,” Mariella said.

“Andrea comes highly recommended,” Dero added.

So, Kistana was the only one who didn’t know? Maybe they didn’t think - no, they probably knew she wouldn’t approve.

The catgirl brushed past the others, grabbed his arm, then looked slightly up into his eyes. Her hand quivered slightly as she touched him.

“Are you all right, Tybalt?” she asked in a low, urgent voice. “We can leave right now and find you some antivenom. The alchemists could certainly prepare it.”

Oh, that’s a good point. I feel much better, hearing that, actually.

“I’ll be fine,” he said.

“Good,” she said. “Then… I hope you enjoy your presents.” She started to step back, letting go of his arm, but he grabbed her hand before she could pull away.

“I want you first,” he said quietly. “If you’re willing.”

Kistana blinked back a look of surprise, then blushed.

“It would be my honor,” she said.

She swallowed, stepped back - he let go of her this time - and slowly began to remove her relatively conservative clothing. She pulled her pants down with an awkwardness that said she could feel him watching her, revealing long, toned legs.

Tybalt’s eyes were pulled away for a moment as he saw a bright light source appear from behind Kistana. The point of origin became obvious in an instant. Glowing translucent figures had begun to appear around Andrea.

She was still singing, but as the figures approached her in a line, she reached out a hand to them. Her palm passed through one, and her voice changed slightly.

She’s a real fortuneteller, he thought. Those are actual spirits. She’s not just a… dancer who uses fortunetelling as a cover.

One of the spirits entered her body, passing through like a human might step through an open door. As another spirit passed through, and the first one stepped out the other side, she stopped singing and began to speak in words that Tybalt could understand. The voice was only barely her own, full of an ethereal quality.

“On the twelfth day of the fifth month, the Army marches…”

The necromancer’s eyes darted back to Kistana. She was looking at him nervously now, her hands shaking slightly as she undid the buttons on her shirt.

He made an instant decision. He would be completely present in this moment. Whatever Andrea and the spirits were saying could wait. Kistana needed his full attention. He sensed that his servant, the wight knight Harald, was still present. The undead had followed them into this room and was simply standing unobtrusively in a corner like a piece of furniture.

“Observe and recall everything the lamia says,” Tybalt ordered. “Engrave it into your memory as best you can so that I can review it later.”

“Yes, master.”

Kistana’s cleavage came into view.

Tybalt felt other hands on his clothing, unbuttoning his gambeson, removing his pants.

“Is it supposed to be that big?” asked Victoria nervously from around his crotch.

“That’s normal for him,” Vidalia said.

He stepped forward, moving past the other women, leaving his clothing behind. Kistana hadn’t finished removing hers. He moved in close to her and pulled her into a long kiss. As he did, his fingers reached below her waist, and he began to gently stroke her, first over her underwear, then sliding a few fingers inside of it and finding her lower lips.

She sighed into his mouth, legs shaking slightly with pleasure and need.

“You don’t have to do that,” she murmured as their lips parted. “I understand that mating does not require- ”

“We’re not just mating,” Tybalt said, his voice low.

Even with the snake woman sensuously moving her hips and abdomen in front of them and speaking prophecies, even with the other women forming a loose circle around him and Kistana, she was the only woman in the room right now.

“Right,” she said slowly. “You said that these activities have other purposes?”

“Like bonding two mates together,” he said.

“I will follow your lead, then.”

He pulled her close and began kissing his way down her neck, one hand gently stroking between her legs, the other squeezing her firm, shapely ass.

She shuddered slightly. “I-I believe that is having the intended effect. Ohh.”

He smiled a little, then shifted his left hand from her ass to her shirt. He finished unbuttoning it, then kissed his way down her collarbone and to the tops of her breasts.

Her hand reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and stroked his hair. He could feel her fingers shaking as she resisted the urge to shove his face harder into her cleavage. For some reason, she was resisting simply succumbing to lust and just doing whatever her body wanted. That just made it hotter for him.

He stopped stroking between her legs for a moment, and she let out a little muffled noise of protest. Then he pulled her arms through her shirt sleeves and dropped the garment on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Tybalt stepped back, and the catgirl gave him a shy smile, her tail moving steadily back and forth as she waited for him to take the lead again. He ran his eyes over her, taking everything in.

Her short dark hair contrasted with the red-orange of her ears and tail. Her arms were surprisingly slender for her body, considering the physical strength he knew she possessed. Her thick pink nipples, poking out prominently from her round breasts, demanded attention. Her long, flat torso had just a hint of visible abdominal muscle. Just above her completely bare sex, she had the same familiar womb tattoo as Tybalt’s other women. Dero had apparently inducted her into the harem’s sisterhood sometime in the last few days. And her long, strong legs promised that she would give as good as she got when he took her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly.

“You, um, flatter me,” she replied, brushing a few fingers over her hair.

“You look very fit to breed,” he added with a cocky smile.

She blushed at that but didn’t lower her gaze.

“Lie down on your back,” he said.

She obediently sat down and then lay back.

I should have ordered her to turn around for a second first, he thought. I guess I’ll get a look at her ass later. From the way it felt in my hand, it’s pretty glorious.

He knelt and then crawled on top of her.

They resumed kissing, and he lowered his body on top of her, hands wandering up and down her long body, squeezing her breasts, groping her ass, stroking between her thighs.

She made little noises of pleasure into his mouth as he kept going.

“I… hope you find me a very fit vessel, my - Tybalt,” she said quietly when he moved to kiss her neck. “Mm, yes… Um, I’ve been told I have good hips for childbearing, and my nipples- ”

“Shh.” He placed a finger to her lips - not realizing until he did so that it was the same finger he’d just had lightly probing her entrance. “No talking about how breedable you are right now. I’ve already chosen you, Kistana. You don’t need to persuade me.”

“Right - nn,” she said, flushing slightly as he lightly bit one of her nipples. She sucked his finger into her mouth and cleaned it off with her rough, cat-like tongue. “Um, what should I say?”

“You don’t have to speak unless you want to,” he said, pausing in kissing her breast. “But you could tell me if you want this.”

“Of course I want to be your mate.” she said, slightly flustered.

“No, I mean, even if we weren’t thinking about having children, do you want this right now?”

He rubbed his tip against her entrance, tracing little circles with his head against her wetness, and her eyes went a little unfocused for a moment. Her hips thrust up at him, rubbing her dripping opening against him. He changed the angle slightly so he didn’t go in at that moment. But her body clearly still enjoyed it. Up and down, up and down.

“Kistana?” he said.

She blinked a couple of times.

“Oh, um, what?”

“If you’re not sure you want this, maybe we should wait.”

“No!” the sound came out, undoubtedly louder than she’d intended.

Tybalt grinned.

“My lord, you’re teasing me,” the catgirl protested, finally realizing what he was doing.

“Now that we’re together, I want to do everything with you. But only if you want it. Enthusiastically.”

She smiled, showing little dimples at the corners of her lips that he’d never noticed before.

“Well, I want to please you and carry your children,” Kistana replied. She guided his hand from beside her mouth to between her legs again, and she pressed his palm against her pussy. “You - mm - feel how much I want to fulfill my duties?”

He let out a low chuckle.

“I do. Let’s not waste any time, then.”

He took his shaft in hand and guided it back in between her legs, then finally pushed the tip inside.

She shook slightly with every additional inch she took, breasts quivering.

“Oh, fuck.” Her fingers clenched, her eyes rolling slightly back. “I-I mean, um, I like it… Sorry for swearing.” Her voice sounded breathy and unlike her.

So tight. And she’s all mine, forever.

He pushed in deeper, and she clenched around him, moaning quietly.

He began to move slowly in and out of Kistana - slowly as he got used to the intense pleasure from both the woman and the venom - and the catgirl finally lost herself in the carnal act, biting her lip, rubbing her hands up and down his chest, grabbing his ass, or lightly stroking his balls with a look of fascination on her face.

He slowly sped up as he felt that he could handle more. She didn’t seem to be in much pain. Her hymen had probably broken long ago in sparring or hunting.

It didn’t take very long for her to shake and purr with her first orgasm. Her breathing turned unsteady, and she cried out his name as he pushed even deeper inside her.

“Oh, Tybalt,” she said, fingers lightly dancing over his hip, a smile on her lips. “Um, how do I help you to achieve your release?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “The more you enjoy it, the better it will be for me.”

“I see.” Her eyes focused slightly more. “Then I will enjoy it as much as possible for your sake.”

Incredibly powerful muscles tightened around him, squeezing him tightly. Her tail wrapped around his thigh and stroked his balls. Tybalt kissed her deeply and continued thrusting, in and out, as deep as he could go in one moment, pulling out until only the tip was inside her the next.

“My - I mean, Tybalt - mm, oh, yes, um can we try something?” Kistana asked in between thrusts.

“Sure,” he said.

She bent her knees, and he realized what she was trying to do.

He pushed her legs overhead and bottomed out again. She moaned loudly, helplessly, as he reached a new level of depth.

“Oh, gods, oh… I had heard this position - oh, breeding, mm… gods!”

He thrust deeper into her, and she came loudly again, losing her train of thought.

He kissed her, pressing his lips hard into hers to shut her up.

He grabbed her athletic ass in both hands as he fucked her with all his might.

This continued for a long time, Kistana lying there with a silly, lustful smile on her face, grabbing at his ass or stroking his chest when she could.

Finally, she tightened around him at just the right moment, moaned at just the right frequency, looked at him with just the right loss of control over her own face, her expression as lewd as any he’d seen in his life.

He came inside her with a grunt.

“Ohh,” the catgirl said, finally relaxing and lowering her legs. He felt them shaking. She sounded satisfied.

He kissed her and laid his full weight on top of her.

“Thank you,” Kistana said. “For, um, teaching me how to please you.”

“I’ll have many more lessons,” he replied.

“Whatever you wish,” she said, her face turning dutiful and somehow innocent again.

He meant it. He would teach her more. Perhaps right now.

Because Tybalt felt that the swelling in his manhood had not gone down even slightly with his orgasm.