Omnimage

by Simon Archer

  “They must have been jealous of you already.” I smirked. “You’re certainly the most beautiful unliving elf woman that I’ve ever met. But don’t be flattered; it’s not as impressive as it sounds. I don’t know any other undead. Or elves. Or people from around here. Or anywhere on the planet. My opinion doesn’t have that much weight. If it helps, you’re smoking the women from my world. I’ve seen supermodels and actresses who’d murder for a figure like yours. They’re the pretty people from my world if the reference is lost on you.”

  “Your judgments are worth more than you think, Jeremiah Thorne,” she smiled at me, proving herself more full of life than should have been possible with some flushed cheeks. “You saved my immortal soul, gave me a second chance at life, and bought me my freedom, the greatest gift I’ve ever received in what feels like an eternity. Thank you. And your words are quite honeyed for such a young man.”

  “How is the new body, by the way?” I asked, suddenly feeling very warm. “Compared to the old one, I mean. Anything different that you’ve noticed? Something I could improve on, in case we get another chance at any of this? I won’t want any unsatisfied customers if I decide to make reincarnating ghosts into an honest living. When I get better at magic, maybe we can fix anything I’d messed up.”

  “Well, now that you mention it...” The re-alive girl gave her whole body a once-over with her eyes twisting around, feeling all the different parts from her sides to her hips to her thighs. “Besides the undead tone of skin, the unearthly eyes, and the dark hair, everything’s nearly the same as my first body. You even got the muscle tone right. I worked hard for that, and I thought I’d never be able to use it again. How did you know?”

  “How many times do I have to tell you that I was winging the whole thing?” I failed to hide how much I was enjoying the view. “I control close to nothing in this situation. The fighting, the spells, giving you a body, making your long legs and your big, tight ass, all just improvisat--”

  I’d also failed to catch myself before I’d openly perved on the hot ghost girl. My investment in the foot-mouth-remover spell couldn’t have come too soon if it was here yesterday.

  “Oh, my, really?” she said, hands on her hips, “All of this was an accident? All of these features that you’ve pointed out so brazenly? Well, then, we’ve heard my opinion on the subject. I’m certainly happy with my purchase of these long legs and tight ass.” She used her hands to touch the parts of herself that she mentioned, showcasing them to me in more blatant detail. “Now that you’ve gotten a good look at your own handiwork…”

  With a swish of her hands, she revealed that she’d been undoing the straps, buttons, and latches holding her ensemble together the whole time we were talking. The results were the sudden and synchronized falling of every bit of her outfit to the floor in a cacophony of thudding leathers, clanging metal plates, and clinking chains. Nothing was left on her body, leaving all of her bare, snowy skin exposed and in my full view.

  “What do you think?”

  “What do I think?”

  I was glad I wasn’t drinking water, or I’d have choked to death on it. What the hell was I supposed to say to all of that? What words did I have that could have properly described what I was seeing without insulting her by not doing it nearly enough justice? Why not ask me to summarize the immensity of space or the confusing nature of gravity while I was at it? Jesus, she should have asked a poet that question.

  She could have grated cheese off her stomach, and I could have bounced a coin off of it. And her thighs. Was it weird that I wanted to get my head crushed in there? Or maybe I just didn’t mind the thought as long as I was just allowed to be there. And her ass was like a pillow I’d have gone to sleep on every night if I could. Either there or her chest. If I dared to dream, I’d have taken two naps a day there for the rest of my life. Or just have gotten lost at least five times a day. I certainly lost myself right at the moment, looking at the view. I had no adequate words to convey what I was seeing.

  Some Greek myths came to mind, the ones where the gods cursed mortals that they were jealous of with some nasty, unforgiving punishment. However cruel or strange, the reason was always because that mortal was better than the punishing god at their specific god thing, like Apollo with his archery and douchery, Poseidon with his rapey, sea-related activities, or Aphrodite with her monopoly on drop-dead, bombshell hotness that started wars and wooed entire cities into submission.

  Aphrodite would have cursed Delilah straight to the boiler room of Tartarus at half a glance of what I was bathing my eyes in.

  “That’s all… real good,” was all that managed to come out of my mouth, despite my best intentions to say anything more coherent. “Real, real, really fricken good. So fricken good. I just wanna… do… good… to that.”

  I’m a fucking lady-killing poet. Jesus.

  “Is it that ‘fricken’ good?” she said with some cutesy, sly twists of her hips, “You might be right. I’m just not sure about all that just yet.”

  “What? Why the hell not?” I blurted out, apparently not quite having enough blood in my brain to provide a filter for the words that came out of my mouth. “I’d murder someone with a rusty spoon just to take a look at you.” Boy, that was insensitive to the returned undead spirit of a murder victim just recently freed of several lifetimes of torment. “Oh, fuck me, I’m so sorry.” I started to get up to prostrate myself properly. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, I swear. I was just-- I mean, if looks could kill-- goddamnit! What the hell is wrong with me--?”

  “Hey, hey, hey.” Delilah sat me back down on the ground, sitting down on my legs again with her bountiful chest very close to my face. “It’s okay. A part of me thinks you’re flattering me too much if I’m honest. You’ve certainly destroyed any doubt of the looks being anything shoddy if they’ve dumbfounded you so much. There’s just one problem. Do you think you can help me?”

  “I’ll fix any problem you have with every available skill and talent on my person,” I said, raising my hands up to touch her thighs slowly. There was something deep inside of me calling out to be unleashed like a wild dog. “I swear, whatever troubles you in the slightest, if I can’t do anything about it now, I’ll work day and night, train at every waking hour until I gain the power to get it done.”

  “I certainly hope so, Jeremiah.” She placed her hands on the sides of my arms, pressing my hands against her sides herself. “Since you’ve shown yourself to be so committed, I’ll tell you what ails me. I’m just not sure this body’s all up to the high standards it needs to be at for the more enduring activities I’d like to try out. Thankfully, I think there’s a way we can know for sure, and you’re the perfect man for the job. Do you think you could help me out? I know you’ve already done so much for me, but I’d be ever so grateful--”

  “YES.” I had become far too eager. “Um, yeah, sure, okay, fine, that’s cool, we can do whatever, no problem.”

  I was not going to think about the legal implications of her being previously a ghost, but now having a body and still classified as an undead. Delilah was like an off-brand vampire now. Would anyone have questioned this if she were just a vampire? No, they wouldn’t have. They would have kept the camera rolling and made a blockbuster film out of it. When they stopped making vampire romance stories, I’d have admitted to my supposed crime I was about to commit now and then commit again and again over the next few hours.

  But I still would have done it, anyway. I was but a man. Weak. What was I supposed to do? She still felt warm like a real body, and she had functioning blood, based on the flushed cheeks. And she was a consenting adult, ‘consenting’ being a very weak word for it.

  “Have you been waiting to do this as long as I have?” the revenant girl giggled, pulling down the front of my pajama pants and boxers. “I can certainly feel your enthusiasm. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s truly benefiting from-- Oh. Oh, my.”

  “What?” I asked, concerned at her r
eaction to seeing it for the first time, “you’re scaring me. What’s wrong with it? Do you see something? Is there something alien-looking? Do elf guys look different from this? Did traveling through universes do something to me?”

  She was still just staring down at my exposure, stunned by the sight of it still and deaf to my freakout. This was either really good or really bad. And the suspense was killing me.

  “Why did you go, ‘Oh my’?” Panic began to rise in me. “That is not what a man wants to hear when a woman takes her first peek at the goods. Or it’s exactly what he wants to hear, but I’m way too self-conscious right now to know the difference! Delilah? Hello? Delilah!”

  “… what?” the distracted undead jerked her head up to look at me, startled from her previous focus. “Oh, you’re more than fine! Everything is more than fine! Very fine. I am not even… slightly… upset. Or perhaps… prepared. I mean, how could I… I just didn’t… realize… are all humans like this?”

  “Like what?” I asked again, returning to a line of patter to overshadow my inner panic, “I guess I’m an alien to you, so it’s probably got something extra, or something missing, or something else entirely, even. Please don’t tell me I’m not measuring up. I know I’m not a stud, but I need at least a little hope that I’m doing fine. Average. I’m aiming for average. Please tell me I’m average.”

  “So it is average for humans,” she gasped lightly, not exactly confirming or denying anything I wanted her to. “I am quite shocked that… how would they even… the women of your world must be champions in their own right.”

  “You still seem nervous.” I looked her up and down as she continued her heavy breathing. We were still in the nebulous middle ground of ‘really good or really bad.’ Whatever she thought of me was intense in one way or the other, and the anxiety of living in between was killing me! “Is it the shape? In my defense, it wasn’t for religious reasons. My parents, like everyone at the time, thought that it was a health-related thing, and the doctors and medical experts of the time made it a common procedure for babies way before I was born. I was not involved in this decision. I know that there’s sometimes a preference one way or the other for some women. Maybe there’s a spell to fix that or something. I can work on something. Hold on.”

  “No, no, it’s not that, don’t worry.” Delilah’s hand grabbed mine before I could reach for my club to fix my… other club, and her eyes went back to looking down, returning to a subdued state of mesmerization. “I wouldn’t dream of you altering yourself. You are doing everything right in a very, very big way. You’ve shamed all previous contenders. Don’t change a thing. I’d just…”

  “Just what?” I asked, “What is the problem? If there’s something going on here, I want to help. I won’t be mad or embarrassed by anything you say if you’re worried about that. You can tell me anything. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

  “You certainly are, Jeremiah,” Delilah took a deep breath in and out. “I’ve just realized that this body is, by all technicalities, completely maiden. If we rush into things too fast, I might not be prepared to handle everything yet. Were you just an average elf or an orc, then perhaps we could have jumped into things quickly, but you’re… much more than that.”

  “Shit, that’s right,” I said, “oh, wow. That’s the first time I’d heard all of that. Well, there’s no helping the circumstances now. We can only do what we can with what we have.”

  “Of course.” The revenant didn’t take her eyes off of me, though she wasn’t looking at my own as her pseudo-hypnotized state continued. “We will make this work. I can do this.”

  “How do you want to do this?” I asked her gently, taking a chance and putting a hand to her cheek. “We can take this as slow as you feel comfortable with, or we could rip it off like a bandaid. We do have a third option, even if it’s not particularly thrilling for me. If we really needed to, and I wouldn’t complain if that were the case, we could hold off on going through this for a bit until you were sure--”

  “No!” She put a hand on my chest. “We’re doing this now. I need this now. Just give me a moment to prepare myself, gather my courage. I won’t be long, I promise. I’ll charge right in when I believe I’m ready.”

  “Take your sweet time, Delilah.” I moved my hands along her body, familiarizing myself with the roaming hills and valleys. “This isn’t a competition. We’re not here to win any awards today, and I’ve got a lot to handle just right here in front of me. I will simply enjoy myself with the rest of you I’ve got here until you feel ready to move on. If at all. This is plenty.”

  “Oh, dear gods.” Delilah closed her eyes, trembling at my touch with her new, sensitive body. “You’d be fine with just this? Just me here… and you there… doing… this?”

  She was having trouble speaking between moans. ‘Sensitive’ may have been much too shallow of a word for what she was like right now. I’d have gone more ‘raw,’ but in a good way. Everything was more intense now, judging by the different sounds she was making. If she didn’t stop moving her hips anyway, we were going to have a big mess on our hands.

  “You won’t hear me complaining,” I said as I continued to trace each and every one of her curves. “You heard how stupid you made me sound just by looking at you. That should prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am happy right here. I’ve got a lifetime of entertainment to work through, and then some. If you’re happy, then I am more than happy myself. In fact, let’s see if we can’t get a little bit more of that.”

  Every inch that my hands moved, down and up her thighs, up her sides, over her breasts, and up to her neck, all had her quivering and shaking like a leaf. She’d begun touching herself along with me, then letting her hands trail up my chest, gyrating her hips the entire time. Maybe it wasn’t quite the whole nine yards just yet, but it was absolutely worth almost everything that happened before. At the very least, I was now more than glad that I was teleported here of all places. There wasn’t a better place to be in all of Neo Ceissein right now.

  We continued like this for a while, wrapped up in each other. Her warm breath against my ear tickled each time she moaned, and the heat coming from between her legs left me slick as my cock pulsed with need. With each movement of her hips, she was moaning more, louder than before, and every so often, she let out a squeal. A few times, her legs pinched me and shook violently, which had me believing that I was doing well.

  “Where do you want to go from here?” I moved my hands down over the swell of her breasts toward the flat plane of her stomach. “We can stop, or I can just keep going down until--”

  “Get in here already.” At long last, she’d finally made up her mind as she grabbed my length and guided me in smoothly. “You’re a monster for teasing me for so long.”

  Her hand was warm against my skin as she dragged my length over her folds. The slick evidence of her obvious arousal brought me right to her opening, where she paused, hovering above me as she shook in anticipation. After a moment, she slowly descended, and I relished the sensation of her snug around me. She wasn’t lying about her body being fresh to all of this. It might have been one of the tightest fits I’d ever come across, like it was part of a conspiracy made to ensure that I didn’t leave once I’d come in. That was fine by me. She felt so perfect, and I never wanted to leave.

  At long last, she sank against my hips, my full length buried into her. I held onto her hips as I gently thrust upward, not wanting to miss a single opportunity to bury myself as deep as possible inside of her. As soon as I did that, however, she immediately began pumping away with a furor I hadn’t expected from someone who had wanted to take it slow. Her breasts bounced before me as she worked, and I slid my hands up to cup them both in my palms. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a surprised gasp from her that didn’t slow her down. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, letting my tongue trace over her nipple. She clawed at my back and pulled me in closer, and I was happy to oblige. When I
broke free to move over to her other breast, I was instead interrupted as she dove in to kiss me, those desperate kisses where one mouth and tongue felt like it was going to catch fire if it didn’t touch the other as much as possible. I couldn’t tell if it was hers or mine for a while. Maybe it was both of us.

  I could have stayed there forever, but I felt like I needed to help from the bottom since she’d been doing most of the hard work so far. With my arms wrapped around her waist, I thrust upward, matching her speed. Working in tandem, we developed a rhythm and maintained it as I got lost in the sensations coursing through my body. We took the time to enjoy each other this way for quite some time before I flipped us over so that she was on her back. She gasped in excitement, and her lips curled up into a devilish smirk as she slid her hands down my back. Her hands lingered over the curve of my ass for a moment until I felt her nails dig in, pulling me even further into her. I took this as my cue and worked from the top, letting her simply enjoy the ride. I looked down at our glistening skin, drenched in her juices as I repeatedly slid smoothly into her. Each time my hips crashed against hers, she yelled out in pleasure. Listening to what was coming out of her mouth, someone might have thought I was killing her all over again.

  I took a moment to slow my pace and catch my breath, making my movements even more purposeful with each crash of our hips. I locked eyes with her as I did so. I had been worried this would be too much, but from the look in her eyes, I knew she wanted more.

  “Where have you been all my life?” Delilah loudly whispered through hot breaths with a hungry, desperate look in her eyes, full of tears of pleasure, “Or all my ‘afterlife?’ Whatever you want to call it. I don’t care. You weren’t in either of them, and that’s a tragedy.”

  “I was on another planet,” I answered, pausing to return my attention to her breasts. “I didn’t know you were here, or that this was even possible. Or that you’d have been so happy for me to find you.”