by Cara Vance
The Necromancer’s Wife
~ A Dark Romance ~
Cara Vance
Copyright © 2015 Cara Vance
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The Necromancer’s Wife
Can the peace of the afterlife compare to the pleasures of the flesh?
Lydia Strom has an incredible love life. There are no pleasures too intense, desires left unexplored, or boundaries that can't be crossed. There's just one small problem: she died three years ago.
Somehow her husband has found a way to transcend the barrier between life and death so as to bring her soul back for short periods. Each time Lydia awakens, she's in control of a different body. She gets to experience her husband's touch through the senses of other women, allowing her to enjoy him in ways she'd never thought possible.
But not everything is as it seems. As Lydia explores her new existence, she begins to suspect that her husband has been keeping secrets about his past, their marriage, and her death. Now she must confront these mysteries head-on and decide which means more to her: the Earthly pleasure he offers or the comeuppance he might deserve.
Chapter 1
The first time it happened was both confusing and frightening. Imagine just minding your own business, not overly concerned with anything in particular, when a blinding light appears before you from out of nowhere. Staring into it, though, you realize it’s more than just that...it’s some kind of vortex, like a tear in reality itself. Before you realize what’s happening or have a chance to do anything about it, it has a hold of you. You begin to feel your very essence sucked through it as if it were an endless whirlpool of power. Spiraling faster and faster, you start to lose all sense of yourself until you’re sure you’ll be driven mad by the feeling. Then, from out of nowhere, different sensations replace those - sensations both familiar, yet oddly alien.
When it first happened to me, darkness eventually replaced the maelstrom of energy. At first, that was it, and I began to wonder if perhaps I had been judged by some greater power and found unworthy of the place where I had been. Before I could ponder this further, though, a great need filled me...a need I couldn’t resist. I heard a sound, a sighing of sorts, and I felt something fill into me. It took me a moment to realize what it was - air. I was...breathing?
Thoughts ran through my mind and I remembered the concept. It was a necessity in the time...before. Before what, though? Unfortunately, I wasn’t given time to consider this mystery as my unprepared senses were immediately assaulted by more and more sensations.
It started with the simple realization that I somehow had working lungs, but it quickly spread from there. Blood pumped through my veins...I had veins! If I had veins, it meant - yes - a beating heart. What a concept. How long had it been since I had felt a heartbeat in my chest? How long had it been since I had a chest in which to feel it?
Along with the sensation of having a torso came a torrent of stimuli. My senses continued to expand. It was still dark, but I became aware of the rest of myself and, along with that, my immediate surroundings. Something soft lay beneath my head. Was it...yes, a pillow. As weird as it was, could it be that I was actually lying in a bed? Perhaps I was awakening from a long sleep. Was it possible that everything had merely been a dream?
I felt smooth fabric beneath my body. It was both strange, yet familiar at the same time. It felt like...I struggled for the words, so long it had felt like I had no need to name physical objects and their feel. Then it was there...satin. I was lying atop satin sheets. It caressed my body from beneath and I became aware that there was nothing between its soft feel and me. Wherever I was - whatever was happening to me - I was naked.
My breath caught again, this time in a gasp, as I felt something else. There was pressure down below. My legs (I had legs!) were spread apart. Before I could contemplate this further, though, something pierced me. At first, there was some pain, my body resisting the intruder, and then my newfound flesh relented before the invader’s insistence. Long and thick, it entered me in a much different way (and place) than the air that had filled me just moments earlier.
I felt pressure from above as something - no, someone - pressed down upon me. Whatever was happening to me, I was not alone.
♦ ♦ ♦
Lips pressed against mine, but for some reason they felt wrong. I remembered being kissed, but somehow this felt different. I had no idea why. A vague memory stirred within me, reminding me that once upon a time I had kissed a great many lips. All had their own subtle nuances, but at the same time, there had always been a familiarity that was now missing. The feeling upon my lips was alien and I couldn't help but wonder why.
The other’s lips left my mouth and began to work their way down my neck. My back arched in response. The touch was so familiar...yet not so. Hands fell upon my shoulders, pinning me down, but they needn’t have bothered. My body felt so odd that I wasn’t sure I would be able to move, much less resist. Indeed, when I did try to raise my arms, they flopped about as if I barely had control over them.
My arms, though, weren’t my focus. Whatever had pierced me down below began to move. It slid all the way into me, its entire length. I wasn’t sure I could hold it all, but somehow did. Gradually it withdrew, only to plunge into me again. I gasped for breath. More feelings came from below to mix with the other sensations, but this time they were good feelings.
The mouth that had been working on my neck made its way down to my breasts as again I was filled. Teeth closed upon my nipples and a whimper escaped me. It was so wonderful, yet so different. Everything was off. My body felt like...like it wasn’t mine. The sensations were all there, but somehow they weren’t right.
Another thrust from the man on top of me...it was a man; it had to be. He was inside of me, making love to my body...and not entirely against my will either. As he continued to penetrate me, I realized there was something familiar about him.
His pace began to quicken. In response, my legs wrapped around his torso - control of my limbs had returned. I raised my arms and put them around his body, digging in with my fingernails...or trying to. I remembered having long luxurious nails, but the fingers that dug into the man above were different. Short manicured nails dug into his back, leaving little in the way of the scratches I had meant to furrow.
My breathing sped up and I could feel heat from below, a pleasant fire building within me. I soon knew why. I was being touched in all the right places inside. There was only one person who had ever done so. There was no mistaking him. The penis that continued to invade me was nearly eight inches in length and slightly curved...just enough so that it caressed me in ways that other men had not been able to. It was a cock that was built to make a woman orgasm...and that’s exactly what it was doing.
As the waves of pleasure began to vibrate through this still-foreign body, I started to remember: where we met, our first date, our first kiss, the first ti
me I had let him enter me, the first time I took him into my mouth, the many orgasms that had been caused by his touch, the...
All thoughts of the past, present, or future fled as I gave in to him. My body tensed and a convulsion of ecstasy rippled through my form. I cried out in a voice not my own, then bit down upon his shoulder with teeth that did not seem to be mine. None of that mattered, though. The pleasure that I was taking from him made the peace of where I had been seem trivial in comparison. Had I truly forgotten this was how he had once made me feel?
There would be time for answers later, though. Right then, all I wanted was for him to give himself fully to me. Still holding onto him, I bucked my hips in time with his thrusts and squeezed with everything I had. Within seconds, I felt his cock briefly shudder inside - telling me his orgasm was imminent. We had done this so many times before that I knew his body as well as my own...better actually, considering the circumstances.
He gasped, clenched me tightly, and then his hot seed coated my insides. I continued to milk him with my thighs, wanting the moment to never end, but alas, it eventually did.
As he collapsed on top of this form that I now inhabited, I heard him whisper into my ear, “Welcome back, Lydia.”
Chapter 2
After we had lain together for some time, he lifted himself off of me. There was a click and a bright light appeared, causing me to blink. That explained the darkness. It took some time to focus, almost as if I had not used my eyes in a long while. At last, though, I was able to see clearly enough to make him out.
He looked...different than I remembered. His hair was shorter and lightly streaked with grey. A few new lines showed on his handsome face. Though still in shape, he also appeared to have put on a little weight.
“What happened, Harold?” I asked, my voice sounding much higher in tone than I was expecting.
“Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll explain,” he replied with a smile. He sat up, his body covered in sweat and his cock at a glorious half-mast.
I likewise moved to a sitting position.
“Lydia, wait!” he said, sounding panicked. “You shouldn’t move, it’s...”
He was too late, however. I managed to look down at my uncovered form and what I saw left me speechless.
I knew what I should have seen. I was in my mid-thirties, five and a half feet tall, toned body - if not quite as tight as I’d been in my twenties - well tanned, and with light auburn hair.
The body before me, though, was younger. It was much paler in skin tone, and the breasts...well, they were at least a full cup size smaller than they should have been.
I turned toward my husband, seeing jet black hair at the fringes of my periphery. “Harold, what’s going on?”
“Lydia, relax...”
“Don’t tell me to relax!” I protested, rising from the bed. It was then that I noticed the room was all wrong. It was still our bedroom, but it was all different. The furniture was changed. Gone was my old vanity that had sat at the far end of the room. In its place was a simple storage chest. The walls, the curtains, even the sheets on the bed...they were all wrong.
I looked around for something in which to see my reflection, but there were no mirrors in the room. I began to walk toward the bedroom door, but my husband stepped in front of me. I couldn’t help but notice that he appeared to be a few inches taller than he should have...leading me to think that I was now somehow shorter.
“Lydia...”
“Out of my way, Harold,” I snapped, sidestepping him. He made a grab for my arm, but I easily avoided his grasping hands. This body was nice and lithe in its form. I pushed that thought away, though. It didn’t matter. What did was that - as impossible as it might seem - I somehow wasn’t me.
I just didn’t realize how right I was.
♦ ♦ ♦
Reaching the master bathroom, I flipped on the light switch. I peered into the mirror and almost screeched for Harold to call the cops. There was a stranger standing before me and she was completely nude. I stopped short, though, as realization began to fill my consciousness. I raised my hand instinctively. That’s when I realized that the young Asian woman before me had done the same thing. I opened my mouth and she did too, revealing her straight white teeth. I ran my tongue over them and she mimicked me in the mirror.
For a moment, I was too stunned to react, and then a wave of vertigo washed over me. The room spun. Harold reached me just as I lost my balance and blacked out, sweet unconsciousness taking me away.
♦ ♦ ♦
“Lydia...Lydia, are you awake?”
I slowly opened my eyes. I was back in bed. Harold was sitting beside me, pressing something cool to my forehead.
“What happened?”
“You fainted. The shock was too much for you. I tried to warn you that...”
It all came back to me. I sat up and looked down. The same body as before met my gaze.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Harold pressed a finger to my lips.
“Shush. We don’t have much time left. Let me explain.”
“Don’t have much time...I don’t understand.”
“What do you remember?”
The question struck me as odd. I remembered awakening and feeling odd. I certainly remembered the feel of Harold’s cock pulsating inside of me. I started to voice as much, but he interrupted.
“Before all of that.”
Before that? I was...and then the fog began to clear. I had been in a comfortable place. Everything was white and pure. It was entirely pleasant and filled with people who were all friendly. I remembered having a chat not too long ago with my first grade teacher, Mrs. Pitt; however, that must’ve been a dream. Mrs. Pitt had been an old lady back when I was still a child. Surely, by now she must be... “Oh God!”
“It’s true, Lydia.”
“I was in...”
“The afterlife,” Harold finished. “I prefer not to speculate any further than that.”
“I was dead?”
“Technically, you still are,” he replied calmly.
“How long?” He hesitated before responding, so I asked again. “How long, Harold?”
“A little over three years.”
“Three years?!”
“Calm down.”
“Then you...”
“Yes?”
“Then I...,” I sputtered incoherently.
“It’s okay,” he explained. “I’ve been led to understand that the first time would be somewhat disconcerting.”
“First time?”
“Yes. It should be easier on you the next time you return.”
“Why? What do you mean, next time?”
He glanced over at the clock alongside the bed. It too was new, compared to what I had known. “I'll explain more the next time. Alas, when you fainted you were out for longer than I had hoped.”
“What?”
“I'll call you again soon...when I need you,” he said. The tone of his voice was odd and for some reason he sounded muffled - as if he were shouting at me from very far away.
I realized it was getting hard to see...as if I were looking through a dirty window from several feet away. I tried to open my mouth to say something, but nothing happened.
Little by little, the feelings, the sensations of having flesh, receded. For a moment, I was in limbo...there was nothing: no light, no sound, no feeling. Then that bright vortex of energy was back, appearing before me again. Once more, it consumed me as if I were nothing. This time when it was finished, though, I found myself once again in a place of light and warmth, surrounded by friends and family long departed. The only difference was that now I realized that I was one of them. I was dead...yet somehow I didn’t feel that way. The life that I had just inhabited clung to my memory. I remembered the world of the living, and how it had felt.