Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbed)

Liora let Dero lead her back to the quarters that the necromancer and his harem had commandeered for themselves.

The high elf vampire’s mind was still reeling a bit at the thought of being in the room while the other women took turns engaging in activities with Tybalt.

Surely it will be awkward and strange for the others, too, she told herself. Only Dero is so… sexual… that this is a fun idea to her.

“Who’s going first?” Tybalt asked as they reached a large bedchamber.

“Let us freshen up, darling, and then it will be Mariella and I,” Vidalia said.

The foxgirl and the fire mage went into the bathroom, both smiling, and Liora heard the sound of running water. She felt nervous, even though she herself wasn’t supposed to do anything.

They seemed so nonchalant! Is this actually normal for them? And the two of them are both pregnant, too!

The bumps were noticeable, if not overly pronounced.

The necromancer sat on the bed, stretched, and took off his shirt.

“I’ll go get Tybalt ready,” Dero said. She let go of Liora.

Get him ready? Oh, gods, what is she doing?

As she was questioning what the dark elf was up to, Dero had gotten on her knees, pulled Tybalt’s pants down, and started kissing him down there.

That’s definitely not reproductive…

He let out a little pleased groan and put his hands on her ears, stroking them at first and then, after a minute, using them like handlebars. Liora felt self-conscious about the fact that her ears were just like Dero’s, as they were both elves.

Would the necromancer want to use Liora that way? Would she enjoy that?

She felt a strange swirling in the pit of her stomach.

“You want to learn how to please your man, right?”

That was what Dero had said. Had this been what she meant?

“We should sit down.” It was Victoria, the younger twin. She and Kistana stood there beside Liora, and she realized she was in the way. While the catgirl looked a little preoccupied, the foxgirl was as nonchalant as her older twin and the fire mage had been.

The foxgirl guided the other two over to some cushions, and they sat down. Liora tried to ignore the sound of Dero seemingly overcoming her gag reflex.

The sound of water in the other room stopped, and Dero seemed to take that as her cue to stop what she was doing. She pulled all the way off of Tybalt’s shaft with a loud pop, though she kept licking it like it was candy while looking deep into the necromancer’s eyes. Liora let out a little gasp.

“Is it supposed to be…?” She trailed off.

“Dero says we’re lucky, but not to let him get a big head about it,” Victoria said matter-of-factly.

I don’t know about lucky. It seems improbable that it would fit. Probably painful.

The bathroom door opened, and the two other women came into view. Vidalia was dressed in a mostly see-through white babydoll, her thick nipples poking prominently through the fabric in the front, a white ribbon around her neck. Mariella was dressed identically, except the color was flipped to black, and her breasts were barely contained by the fabric.

Both of their pregnancy bumps were clearly visible through the silk. It didn’t detract from the sensuality at all.

Liora’s heart leaped into her throat at the sight. Her nervousness rushed back to the forefront.

I’m really about to see it happen, she thought wildly.

She turned her head to where the catgirl was still brooding beside her.

“Does anything about this bother you, Kistana?” Liora asked quietly.

Maybe if it bothers you, we can both get out of this room, and you and the others can have privacy for whenever you have sex with him, like… I guess I don’t know what’s normal for polygamous families, but that would seem more normal to me!

“Did my face give it away?” the catgirl replied, looking surprised.

“Well, I am trying to pay attention to the feelings of my co-wives. If there is something that’s making you uncomfortable, I would be interested in knowing about it.”

Because maybe we can change this setup if both of us feel the same way… I think Tybalt would be considerate of our wishes.

“Yeah, what’s up, kitty cat?” Dero’s voice from Liora’s side startled her.

How did she sneak up so silently? Wasn’t she just trying to eat Tybalt? Although I guess I was only paying close attention to Kistana just now.

“It’s just, before the ceremony, Aoife was kind of… I think her feelings are hurt,” Kistana said. “She was asking about how well we all know Liora, and if we’ve spent more time with her than we have with Aoife. I hadn’t realized this, but I think she’s been dropping some hints that she believes, um—”

“Oh, she wants Tybalt to be her mate,” Dero said instantly.

“What?” Liora blurted. That was not where she’d thought this conversation was going at all.

More wives?! More competition?

“Dragons take fighting very seriously,” the dark elf explained. “Aoife probably took her fights with Kistana and Tybalt as… something that wouldn’t make sense to any of us. Courtship.”

Kistana was nodding as Dero spoke. “Yeah, she’s said that, more or less. Now it feels a little sad that she’s not here.”

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to broach that subject with Tybalt if you want to,” Dero said. “For now, just let yourself enjoy tonight. You only get one wedding night, kitty cat. Tybalt’s going to make a lot of effort to make it fun for all of us.” The dark elf kissed Kistana on the cheek, then sat down on Liora’s other side.

So you’re all perverts, then. I’m the only normal one… or is this normal to other people, and my frame of reference is simply too narrow?

A hand landed on her shoulder, and Liora almost jumped.

“Um, what?” she asked, trying not to be irritable.

It was Dero again, of course.

“Pay attention,” the dark elf said. “I saw your attention wandering during my performance, but you have another chance now. Watch them, and learn something, Liora.” She gestured to what was happening by the bed.

Tybalt had remained seated, and Vidalia and Mariella sat down beside him as Dero finished speaking.

“Just let us take care of you, darling?” Vidalia asked in a breathy voice that Liora thought she must have practiced. It oozed sex, even to her inexperienced ears.

He nodded. Mariella sat up on her knees, grabbed Tybalt’s left hand, and moved it under the hem of her garment. Liora could tell he was making rhythmic motions by his wrist movements. On the other side of him, Vidalia did the same thing, and he gave her the same treatment.

Then the two women kissed. It wasn’t a peck or a soft gesture, and it didn’t seem sisterly in any way. More like two lovers reuniting.

Liora felt strange watching it. Like she shouldn’t be seeing this… and she didn’t want to look away. She recognized that her breathing had shifted, and she tried to calm down. She really wanted some blood right now, or something. That would help her relax a bit.

The high elf vampire felt a hand fall on her knee, and she didn’t need to look to know it was Dero again.

“Isn’t that sexy?” the dark elf whispered. “You see what I mean about learning to please Tybalt? That kind of teamwork is something special.” She squeezed Liora’s knee once and then pulled her hand away.

The passionate kissing between the two women continued and migrated. They went from kissing each other on the lips to the neck - and Vidalia even popped one of Mariella’s breasts out of the babydoll and sucked the nipple into her mouth. The fire mage moaned quietly.

Tybalt wasn’t forgotten, either. At some point, while Liora wasn’t looking, Mariella had taken his shaft in one of her hands, and she was rubbing it up and down eagerly, her palm covered in fluid from his tip, as she kissed the other woman.

Mariella was the first to break off the intense kissing.

“Can I?” she asked in a quiet, begging tone, her hand stroking harder and faster. “Can I go first?”

She was clearly asking the foxgirl’s permission to have sex with Tybalt.

“Yeah, I think that’s all right,” Vidalia said breathlessly. “I had him last… I can wait.”

Mariella nodded once, gave Tybalt a single kiss on the lips, then turned to face away from him and guided him into her as she sat down in his lap. She moaned as she descended onto his tip. It took her a minute to get the entire thing inside, but then her bare ass pressed against his hip, she turned her head back, and their mouths joined in a long, open-mouthed kiss.

Their bodies moved together at increasing tempo as the kiss continued, Tybalt’s hands groping Mariella’s breasts roughly or moving her hips up and down on him. Vidalia involved herself by alternating between kissing Tybalt’s neck and Mariella’s chest, or stroking the fire mage between the legs, setting off intensified rounds of moaning and grinding between Mariella and Tybalt.

That… It’s so animalistic.

Liora swallowed. The two of them were bestial - and as the necromancer took his passion with the fire mage, he gradually lifted her, turned her, and finally continued fucking her face down into the bed, pressing her body down almost as if he was trying to suffocate her. But it was also undeniably… what?

She was barely able to admit it even inside her own head.

That looks really good.

Even as the fire mage lay shoved face down - biting the sheets? - Liora could still hear Mariella moaning lewdly with almost every thrust. The slap of the two partners’ hips together, the passion of their shared movements, was incredibly erotic. Whenever a word escaped the fire mage’s lips, it was “more” or “yes” or “Tybalt!”

Vidalia continued to involve herself as the action built to a crescendo, alternating between stroking Mariella’s clitoris, slapping her ass, and kissing and biting the necromancer’s neck and chest.

Liora felt her own body growing hotter as she continued to watch. Vampires were not without these same feelings. If anything, the passion inside them might be stronger than it was for the living. Difficult to control, but that was why she had worked for years to master that self-discipline, why her family had kept her and her sister relatively isolated for most of their lives. Being a free-willed vampire with no master she was compelled to answer to, there was nothing stopping Liora from simply savaging random citizens as they walked down the street.

Nothing but discipline.

Discipline that she felt was being tested now.

A part of her wanted to throw herself into the bed and participate, one way or another, whether that meant helping as Vidalia did or biting and drinking from one of the three participants.

Shit. Why had her father bargained for her to remain chaste all this time? She was a thirty-year-old virgin, and she was supposed to remain that way until Tybalt established some degree of security for his Kingdom. That was wise, it was responsible… but as she watched the necromancer press his body against Mariella’s and thrust into her again and again, harder and harder, the fingers on one hand interlacing with hers, the fingers on the other hand thrusting into her mouth now like he wanted to invade her every orifice… Liora wanted that to be her. Or something like it. She wasn’t sure about those specific movements. They felt violent.

But maybe if Liora experienced them, she would like them. Mariella moaned and screamed enough that it was obvious she was having the time of her life.

The elven vampire became suddenly aware of something.

Beside her, the catgirl’s breathing had been changing as they watched, growing steadily quicker and more ragged.

Liora glanced to the side and saw that Kistana’s fingers were pressed into the gap between her thighs, against her womanhood. The catgirl was making slow circles, pressing down with her knuckles, touching herself through the thin cloth of her dress. The spot over her entrance was already visibly soaked.

Kistana let out a little gasp and stopped moving, and Liora looked up. The catgirl was looking at her, her expression stricken for some reason - ashamed?

Both women looked away almost as soon as their eyes met. Liora felt bad for having looked at all.

“I’m, uh, sorry,” Liora began, but Kistana started speaking over her almost immediately.

“Can I - I mean, um, should I go next?” the catgirl asked in a slightly off voice. “Would Tybalt like it if I prepared to go next? Uh, Dero?”

“He’s not exactly giving directions right now, kitty cat,” Dero said, tilting her head at the necromancer as he slammed into Mariella harder from behind, pulling her hair to adjust her head backward whenever he wanted to lean in for a kiss. He groaned as she cried out into his mouth.

Liora became aware that both of them had just reached their peak at the same time. She also recognized that her own body had lubricated itself, as if she was the one in bed with him. It was frustrating and yet pleasurable at the same time. She thought about doing what Kistana had just been doing, touching herself.

But she couldn’t do that with Dero and Victoria there watching.

The vampire heard a little cry from the side, and she turned in time to see Victoria shudder and pull her fingers out from beneath the hem of her dress. They were slick with what must have been her fluids.

Oh, she was touching herself too. They’re all like this. He made them all like this?

The foxgirl didn’t notice Liora looking at her - or didn’t want to acknowledge it. Victoria instead kept staring at the sexual display in front of them.

Liora also turned and looked back at Tybalt just as the necromancer was finally slowing his hips. He gave a few more thrusts, then finally pulled out, his seed instantly beginning to leak out Mariella.

She just lay there, face down, covered in sweat, unmoving.

Vidalia instantly took her turn, getting on her knees and starting to pleasure Tybalt with her mouth.

Wait, he’s… still erect?

The vampire’s education on these matters had informed her that sexual encounters were dependent in part on individual stamina, but the male was definitely supposed to have a refractory period between orgasm and readiness, even if brief.

Liora recalled what had passed between Dero and Tybalt earlier, when he had said he was taking “his medicine” by drinking the goblet she presented him.

Is it some drug that lets him continue for an extended period?

“I’m going to go and freshen up,” Kistana said. “Slip into that dress Tybalt liked. Plus… I’m dirty.”

“Yes, you are,” Dero said, her voice suggestive.

The catgirl ignored it and walked away.

As for Liora, she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in front of her.

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