Warlock's Sacrifice: Necromancer Chronicles (Erotic Fantasy) Book 4

by D. R. Rosier

  “Because I need you, but I can’t share you, not with another man, for any reason.”

  She asked softly, “You need me? Need me how?”

  I smiled, “You aren’t going to make this easy are you?”

  She blushed and shook her head.

  Instead of answering I pulled her body to mine as I leaned in. My heart was pounding as her soft and warm full lips met mine for the first time. She sighed in pleasure in my mouth and opened up to my tongue as I ran it along her lips. I moaned softly at the taste of her tongue as we kissed slowly, softly, but passionately. It was an amazing first kiss and I didn’t want it to end.

  So much better than all the times I’d imagined it.

  I started to caress the smooth skin her face and neck before playing with her hair as she ran her hands over my chest. I cupped the back of her neck with my teasing fingertips and deepened the kiss. Just a little harder, a little more primal as my body responded to the feel of her soft body in my arms, the scent of her, and the incredible feeling of her lips on mine.

  Bell gasped breathily in my ear as I started to kiss on her neck; my hands ran slowly down her back then came back up pulling the t-shirt up with them. She raised her arms high and I pulled it over her head. As I leaned back in for another kiss I could see her perfect D cups, her nipples tightened as the cooler air of the room hit and I felt them push into my chest as we came back together.

  Our kiss ramped up in heat as we devoured each other, my fingertips now teasing the silky smooth skin of her lower back in circles, teasing the skin where her shorts met naked flesh.

  She broke the kiss and said breathily in need, “Bed.”

  We both lost our shorts on the way to the bed and she looked up at me with desire and love as she crawled onto the bed and laid on her back, her legs parted in invitation. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked, I’d joined her on some of her hunting trips in the past, especially in the beginning. We’d had some threesomes out of that, yet we had never joined together before, simply had shared the woman that had been her target.

  But it was different this time as my eyes feasted on her amazingly tight and curvy body, this time it was for me, and it wasn’t a hunt, it was surrender. She was mine and I could hardly comprehend it. We’d put this off for so long, I was already in love with her, and finally ready to take a chance on it; I couldn’t resist as I crawled onto the bed and slowly kissed my way up her body.

  The taste of her flesh on my lips as I blazed a trail up her body further quickened my pulse. I stopped at her breasts and took in a nipple, drawing a low moan of pleasure from her. I teased her hot moistening core with the fingertips of one hand while the other found its way to her other breast. As I sucked harder on her nipple and bit down playfully I squeezed the other nipple between forefinger and thumb and pulled softly.

  Bell said breathlessly with longing and with just a tinge of desperation in her velvety smooth voice, “Explore later, need you in me now… please. Waited so long…”

  How could I deny that voice or the deep desire and longing it expressed? I kissed my way up her neck and onto her lips while I lined up our bodies. Her sex was wet, warm and welcoming as my hard length breached her labia and entered her pleasure. She was so tight but her wet heat gave way to my girth as I slowly slid in.

  Bell sighed my name in pleasure, “Oh Jeremy.”

  I waited as her body adjusted, I had thought her tight when I pushed in, but he wet molten heat rippled and hugged my length. She had perfect control over her body and I was frozen in pleasure as her body worked my length.

  Bell kissed me fiercely and I could feel her core grasp me tightly as I pulled out, milking the skin of my length for the entire stroke, she mewled softly in displeasure but that turned into a gasp as I pushed back into her fast and hard. Her body quivered beneath mine, but the next stroke she met me, arching her back and pushing her hips up and toward me as our skin slapped together. I had no idea how long I could hold my ecstasy back; there was nothing to compare this sex to as her perfect body was made for pleasure.

  She matched my rhythm effortlessly as I started to stroke in and out of her body faster and harder. I felt my pleasure fast approaching and broke off the kiss to stare into her eyes. They were wide and open, and begging me for it.

  Her face froze in ecstasy as only half my name fell from her lips.

  Her body started to tremble beneath mine and as she went into her bliss the milking and pleasure she brought to my invading flesh was beyond belief. Her silken nectar washed over me as her center latched on tight and undulated around my length in waves. I felt my legs numb and my balls tighten as my body prepared to fill her.

  Then it happened, the incredible pleasure of filling my Bell with my seed tripled in intensity, my breath caught and muscles locked up even tighter as the bliss grew and grew. Then I felt the power wash over me through our link, as she shared the very power she was reaping from my soul. When I could move again I collapsed off to the side.

  I was breathing heavily and my heart pounded. My muscles were a little sore and I still felt a kind of after bliss. I laughed.

  Bell giggled and asked breathlessly, “What’s funny?”

  I swallowed and caught my breath a little, “I was an idiot for waiting so long.”

  She rolled onto her side, I could feel her soft breasts push into me, and the heat of her core as she threw a leg over me.

  “It was worth the wait.”

  I asked confused but still feeling it, “Why am I not sleeping?”

  Usually her victims fell into sleep immediately.

  I felt her shrug against me, “I don’t know, I’ve never slept with one of my warlocks in the past. Maybe the big inflow of energy offset it a little. We’ll have to experiment my love.”

  I shivered when she said the words and pulled her closer, “I love you too Bell, I have for a long time.”

  She traced her fingers around my chest and between the defined muscles in my stomach for a moment.

  “I know,” she said softly, “This is all new for me as well. No matter how old I truly am.”

  There was an obvious question there, but I didn’t want to ask it, didn’t really want to know.

  I asked, “So how should we test it?”

  Bell giggled, “Silly. It’s simple. You keep fucking me and filling me until you pass out.”

  I blushed and playfully reached down and spanked her, “Bad demon.”

  She nodded against my chest and whispered sultrily, “Very bad, and naughty.”

  She started kissing down my chest. The anticipation was killing me as she reached me down below. She teased me, licking softly up and down my length, brushing it with her full lips, and breathing on it lightly. When she finally took me into her warm wet mouth I gasped. Her mouth enveloped me in one movement, her throat opening for me as I popped in.

  Then she started humming and swallowing as she teased my balls with her fingertips. I popped out of her mouth and she mounted me, slowly sinking down. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her amazing body as she took me in, her breasts bounced and swayed as she started to ride me. I reached up to give them some support and attention as I locked eyes with her. She was smiling naughtily and I wondered what she was up to.

  It didn’t take long to figure out. I gasped as she kept picking up speed, then faster, and faster. The wet warm friction felt incredible. It was then I remembered demons could move very fast indeed. I wasn’t sure how many times it would take until I passed out, but I hoped it would be a lot as her body locked up above mine and once again I was pushed into blissful ecstasy by her fluttering, grasping, tight, wet, and hot pleasure…

  Chapter 4 – Katrina

  I groaned as I stretched my body awake. I checked my ghosts with a thought and tried not to let the fact they fled Germany, and I had no idea where to, get to me. It was a foolish idea anyway, necromancers stood apart. My parents had been foolish enough to reach out to the local community.

  Look wh
at had happened to them.

  Betrayed and killed. I could deal with being alone, trust was weakness and to invite death. A few of my other ghosts reported in. There was a new witch on the other side of town. I considered going over there and laying out the rules, but really was this town even mine anymore? It belonged to the humans now.

  I didn’t even consider reaching out to those in the community here, which again was what had gotten my parents killed. I’d only thought that another who knew what it was like, who was being hunted too, might actually understand. Perhaps they did, they didn’t trust either.

  I considered the idea of taking a hunter as mine, learning his secrets. I hadn’t done that yet, I was afraid of a general backlash against it. Most humans were good people I thought. It helped that they were powerful. Ironically if they had been weaker in their magic than the rest of the supernaturals they would have destroyed us by now.

  No, it was only the hunters, the humans that had an axe to grind, or just weren’t well balanced people that I had to fear, I didn’t want to add to that by enslaving any of them.

  As for how the hunters were finding me, when they couldn’t see me or even detect me, I had no idea. With a thought I summoned Celane. She was short and thin for a humanoid, though she still had the curves so no one would ever mistake she wasn’t a woman. Her face had an odd exotic beauty to it. Her hair was light blonde and she had gray eyes. She stood there and waited patiently, I could feel curiosity through our link bond, I could also feel compassion.

  I was uncomfortable with that second one, but didn’t control her or block the connection. I needed one person I could talk to, she wasn’t free from me and she couldn’t harm me, but otherwise I let her be for the most part, at least in her mind anyway. It was hard for me to accept such a calm and accepting soul had wanted to destroy humanity.

  I asked with annoyance coloring my voice, “Do you have any idea how the human hunters are finding me? They show up in the city and look, so they know I’m here somehow, but they can’t find exactly where I am.”

  Celane replied carefully, “I’m not positive, but if I had to guess an enemy in the community that knows you are here, but not where you live tipped them off in some way. Another possibility is they experienced post cognition, they saw you here, just not your home. We can’t block those, just your mind and the distance viewing.”

  I nodded. I had ghosts watching for more of them, but it had been blind chance I found the last two. I’d still been deciding how to act when they’d gone after the warlock and his demoness. I felt a surge of anger at the bitch. I could tell Jeremy had been receptive at first but she’d done nothing but goad me.

  I felt Celane touch my back and flinched.

  She asked softly, “What happened last night, you seem… very angry.”

  I opened my mouth and closed it. How could I explain it? I had been foolish enough to hope something better might be coming. Even worse I could feel her actually worry for me. What was up with that? I should probably release her, but I was too selfish to do that. I needed her for my sanity’s sake.

  “It just didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”

  I felt sudden and intense pain through one of my links. I owned all the vampires in the city, but outside of the two I’d converted to liches they didn’t stay here with me. They stayed in their own place. They were mine, but I didn’t micromanage them, I just had some rules they needed to follow.

  Regardless with the advent of human magic being released vampires were pretty easily identifiable. Some of the humans had freaked out over it a little, but nothing violent and it had eventually turned into a live and let live situation. As far as blood, well there were plenty of humans who were willing donors for the high and the pleasure. There were a couple of clubs in town where my vampires hung out for that purpose.

  But as I followed the link I could tell the one in pain, Gina, was at the house, and there were a couple of humans fucking with her. More hunters? Didn’t matter, I was inside Allie and running out the door, full speed for the coven house. No one got to hurt my vampires but me.

  I heard Allie’s voice in my, her head, “Thank you.”

  I snorted in our head, “You’re not going soft on me are you?”

  I felt her smile as she thought at me, “Not a chance you stupid psychotic bitch.”

  It may sound strange but that made me smile. Allie is the nice one though and I wasn’t surprised she’d thank me for rushing to help what had once been her family. I could feel Gina getting thrown around the room with TK, hear the laughter. I wondered if this was a trap for me, these had to be hunters trying to draw me out.

  As a necromancer I was fairly scary in person, but I had a few weaknesses, like having the weak strength and slow speed of a human and not being able to absorb much damage. Being in a lich removed those weaknesses. I started to pull magic from all two hundred of my ghosts, building a necromantic shield capable of stopping their direct TK, as well as protection from physical attacks.

  I kept pouring in more and more, a lich was more than enough to take out a couple of humans, as long as I was smart about it. As far as speed and strength went a lich blew a vampire out of the water. An angel or Demon could possibly match my speed. That was about it.

  I wasn’t worried about dying exactly, but I’d feel guilty if Allie died, I already felt a bit guilty about reducing her lifespan to mine when I made her a lich. She should hate me. But then, she shouldn’t have tried to kill me either. It was just hard to keep up the resolve about it sometimes.

  “Aww, how sweet,” she thought sarcastically.

  I frowned, “Bitch,” as I kicked in the door and ran inside.

  I froze at the sight of Gina, her body was a bloody pulp, her breath a wheezing rattle.

  “I told you it would bring the necromancer here.”

  The other guy growled, “Fine, I’ll pay up, after she’s dead.”

  I was so angry I couldn’t even think of anything to say. I ran forward faster than they could track and punched one of them in the face. His shield held, but he was thrown into the wall with a crash.

  I felt the other guy hit me with TK, but my shields were strong, and getting stronger as in my anger I pulled even more power through my ghosts. My shield which had always been a dark gray, darkened further. It almost looked black, like rot. I ran forward and started pummeling the guy against the wall, full speed and force I must have hit him twenty times in less than a second.

  I growled and pulled harder, and I took all that extra energy and focused it around my fist. The dark black shield aura around me was still see through, but the death magic engulfing my hand looked like a void of solid black death. I punched him again, this time my fist went through the shield and right into his chest. With a growl of victory I ripped the heart from his chest.

  Fuck playing nice, I hooked his soul as I dropped his heart.

  The second one turned and ran for the door, his feet leaving the ground. I knew if he made it to the door and went up he’d be out of my reach. Damn flyers. To my speed however, he was practically crawling. I circled him in a few steps and punched forward, he impaled his body on my fist before he even registered I was there.

  I was still angry, but I was also in shock. I’d never channeled so much power before, I had no idea how powerful I’d become in the last few years as I’d not only grown, but had two hundred and sixty two souls to pull from, including the vampires, fae, sorcerer, and witches. When combined, that magical power plus the physical power of this form was… insane.

  I kind of scared myself right now.

  I hooked his soul before he could escape to the next life. Make that two hundred sixty four souls now. I relaxed the pull of magic from my ghosts, but the shield still looked solid, it would be for a long while unless I dismissed the power. I walked over and picked up Gina and started to feed her power as I reshaped her body. I turned her broken bones and torn flesh to their former perfection.

  When she was healed I sent an o
rder that no vampires should be alone for a while then did the same repairs for the hunter’s bodies. I hooked in their souls and locked them in their flesh, ordered them not to betray me in any way or try to contact their people.

  Then I got started looking through their memories. They weren’t very nice men; they had enjoyed hurting women before they even got their abilities. They didn’t know who everyone was in their secret society, but they knew a few. I also verified it was the damned witch the demoness killed that clued them into the fact a necromancer lived here.

  They were stupid too, they had deluded themselves into thinking necromancers and warlocks were inherently evil, but really all it was about was talking themselves into justifying letting their cruelty out. Give them an excuse to cause harm to others. I considered taking them back with me to the house, but changed my mind.

  The first thing I had them do was start locating all the people they knew in their organization, perhaps it was time the hunters became the hunted and now I had two humans who could remote view the other assholes. Either way I would hold onto them for a while and damn the risk of other humans finding out. Hopefully if that happened they would agree it was a punishment well deserved. I also started assigning ghosts to watch the targets they found; maybe I would find others that way.

  The second thing I did was order them to stay here and protect my vampires from people similar to them. I didn’t want the filth in my house. Not only because their very presence pissed me off, but I was worried others would be able to follow them. So far my home has remained a secret and I didn’t want to risk it.

  Lastly, I gave an order out loud, “Short of betraying me, you will obey every order Gina gives you to the best of your ability.”

  Okay, a bit hypocritical. After all, Gina was, at the heart of it, my slave. But still, I wasn’t needlessly cruel. I had been defending my life when it happened. If she wanted to screw them up a bit, or get revenge so she could feel in control again a bit, I didn’t mind at all. Plus, the grateful look Gina sent my way made me feel better about things.