by Eden Redd
Professor Hart smiled. “I was thinking more of practicing together.”
Vanessa stared blankly as Hart stood up and made a hand signal. Two violins and bows appeared out of thin air above the coffee table. Professor Hart took one into his hands, tested the strings, and drew the bow across, a tiny melody filling the room.
“I thought we would play like we used to. When was the last time you held one?”
Vanessa stood up and took the second violin into her pale hands. “I was alive the last time I held one. At my last recital, I remember you sitting in the front row, watching me play.”
“You were the best one there.”
Vanessa gave a half smile. “Our time practicing helped.”
Professor Hart smiled. “I may be a little of out of practice but I think it will do us both some good to play together.”
Vanessa put the violin under her chin and put the bow over the strings. Professor Hart did the same. The dead woman began playing. The music was a little off key as her stiff fingers became used to the instrument. Professor Hart watched and played along. Long moments passed before they were in harmony, playing to each other’s rhythm. Strings poured out melodies and song. The vibrations caused pleasant memories to bloom in Vanessa’s mind. Soon she was lost to it, weaving as she played. Professor Hart gazed at her, watching her close her eyes and letting the music wash over her dead senses.
Vanessa could barely contain her delight. Her heart beat again and again, feeling the tempo and drive light up her mind. She wondered why she didn’t do this sooner. It was magical as it carried her spirit higher. Movements grew more and more intense, strings playing to a passionate pace. When the song finished, her mind was reeling from the sensations.
Professor Hart lowered his violin and bow, eyes drinking in the redness in Vanessa’s pale cheeks. “That was beautiful.”
“I...It just came back to me. I didn’t think it would…..” Vanessa breathed.
Professor Hart put down the bow and picked up a wine glass, handing it to the dead woman. Vanessa put down her bow and took the glass.
“Have a sip and let’s go again.” Professor Hart smiled.
Moments later, they were playing once more. The same feeling came back and Vanessa was thrilled. They played for an hour, music and melodies filling the small house, entwining into shared notes. The dead woman played on, her thoughts shifting from the music to the handsome older professor mere feet from her. Eyes half closed, she looked to him and played harder, warmth touching her dead body. Cells drank in the vibrations and small light ignited each one in turn. On they played until a song finished. Professor Hart put down his instrument, a small bead of sweat at his brow.
“I’m not as young as I used to be.” The professor smiled.
Vanessa had forgotten that she didn’t get tired like the living. Putting down her instrument, she picked up a wine glass and handed it to the professor. Picking up the bottle, she poured wine into each of their glasses. Pale cheeks glowed red as she sipped. Professor Hart looked to Vanessa and his expression went from wide eyes to a hint of sadness.
“I’m glad I was able to help cheer you up but I should be leaving.” The professor made a hand signal and the violins disappeared in a faint flash.
Vanessa’s own eyes widened. “You don’t have to leave. Stay and we can talk.”
Professor Hart shook his head slightly. “I think it would be in our self interest if I leave. I only wanted to help you out of your gloom a little.”
Vibrations echoed through the dead woman’s body. A thin warmth had taken hold and she looked to the kind professor with a heat she could no longer deny. “We both know why you came here. Stay and we can see where the evening will take us.”
A shadow covered Professor Hart’s eyes. “It was foolish for me to come here. I kept telling myself I was helping a student feel better but even I have to admit I wasn’t being completely honest with myself. I can’t stay because it wouldn’t be right. You killed yourself because of me and I don’t wish to chance breaking our hearts again.”
Vanessa moved in close, eyes staring up into his. “I’m dead. I think my heart can take it.”
“I meant what I said before. When you died, I couldn’t bring myself to be with another woman.”
“Fredrick, don’t leave.” Vanessa said with a hard edge. She had trouble controlling her desires.
“I’m sorry.” The Professor said defeated.
Passion and lust whirled up into a storm. Deep-rooted feelings bubbled to the surface and Vanessa couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hand reached up to touch his cheek and he pulled away. Something cracked and a lust driven insanity took hold. Vanessa made hand signals. The wine bottle shattered, red liquid streaming to her hand and forming a short sword.
Professor Hart made one hand signal, a cork in another wine bottle popped open and wine streamed to his hand, forming into a short sword. Vanessa brought her blade down hard and the professor blocked it. Madness took control as the dead woman slashed and sliced. Ordered chaos ensured as professor and student clashed. Hart blocked each blow with expert skill, infuriating the dead woman.
“You come here with kindness in your heart but I know what really lurks there! I remember our time together!” Vanessa hissed.
Red swords clashed and mana sparks flew.
“Please control yourself Vanessa.” Professor Hart managed as he blocked her attacks.
“I killed myself because I loved you! I still love you.” Vanessa shouted and spun her sword around his blade.
The tip of her blade struck his hilt. Vanessa bent her wrist to gain leverage and with another flick of her wrist, Professor Hart’s blade flew from his hand and embedded into the wooden wall. With the tip of her blade at his neck, Professor Hart let his hands fall to his sides.
“You can’t do this to me…….you can’t be in my life and not feel what I feel.” Vanessa said with tears in her eyes.
Professor Hart lifted up his hand and pushed away her red blade. “I do feel what you feel. I love you. I always have.”
Vanessa took a step back, red blade falling to the floor and splashing back into wine. Professor Hart stepped forward, hand touching her neck and gazing into her eyes. Vanessa looked up, another tear running down her cheek.
“I was asked to not rekindle our flame.” The professor whispered.
Vanessa looked up at him with wide eyes.
“But I cannot stop how I feel….or want.” Professor Hart leaned in and kissed Vanessa on her lips.
The warm shock caused Vanessa’s eyes to widen and then half close. Wet lips touched as tongues played. The electricity in the room flared. A strong hand curled around Vanessa and touched the small of her back, pulling her close. The dead woman surrendered as he held her tightly. Pale hands were on his chest, his living energy pulsating like the sun. The pulse was intoxicating, the dead woman getting strange urges to consume him anyway she could.
Vanessa pulled away and struck the bottom of her fist on his strong chest. “You are a fucking jerk.”
Professor Hart bent down slightly and scooped her up. Vanessa stared at him with stars in her eyes. Curling her arms around his neck, Vanessa leaned her head into his strong body. Hart carried the dead woman to her bedroom, laying her in her bed. Vanessa couldn’t contain herself any longer. Sitting up, pale hands pulled at his robes. The heat between them stormed as Hart took hold of her black dress and slipped it up over her thin shoulders. Fumbling in the dark, professor and student feverishly pulled clothing off each other.
Vanessa licked her lips as she helped him strip down. Slipping off the bed, she fell to her knees. Taking hold of his throbbing cock, she wrapped her black lips around his shaft, tasting energy rippling off his body. Hart looked down as the dead woman pressed her tongue along his shaft. Hand reaching down, fingers touched her hair. Vanessa moaned her delight as a drop of pre-come touched her tongue. Life energy bled into her body and her heart beat again and again.
Wet sound
s filled the bedroom. Vanessa bobbed her head, lips and tongue taking more and more energy. Eagerly she tried to pull his seed from him, to drink down some of his life force. Looking up, professor and student locked eyes. Raised veins along his cock pushed under tight lips. For moments, she sucked on her professor and lover.
Hands reached down and took hold of Vanessa’s shoulders. Lifting her up, Hart gently laid the dead woman back in bed. Vanessa breathed heavy as Hart climbed into bed with her. Fingers touched her wet line, tips touching her throbbing clit. His life poured into her, igniting dead flesh with heat. Vanessa moaned and moved her hips to his touch. Pale pink nipples pointed and breasts heaved. Hands reached up to clasp on his shoulders, trying to pull him close.
“Enjoy yourself.” Hart said with a wicked smirk.
Vanessa’s head fell back into the pillow, gasping as his touch drove her mad. Hips moved and hands continued to pull. Hart resisted, playing with the dead woman’s clit and charging it with his life force. Nerves curled and the dead woman felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A dull ache filled between her pale thighs. Eyes widened and Vanessa bit her lip. Each breath turned into a gasp. Looking up, she was transfixed as the man over her continued to play with her, the gray at his temples and strong muscles moving under his thick shoulders. It was too much for her. Connecting with him, death turned into life. A pressure started to build. Vanessa gasped and begged Hart to fill her. Fingers played her clit like a well-tuned instrument. The pressure continued to build and nerves ached. Vanessa’s eyes shot open and a soul-churning moan rose up her throat.
A deep explosion caused the dead woman to buck underneath her professor. Hart smiled as nails dug into his shoulders. Vanessa whimpered as the explosion caused her to pull Hart on top of her. The professor couldn’t fight her strength and covered her body with his. The tip of his thick spear touched her opening and sent a shiver through her warm body.
“Don’t stop.” Vanessa whispered in his ear.
Hart held her tight in his arms as he gently pushed into her. Walls spreading, Vanessa’s mouth made a perfect O. Inches pushed in to the hilt. Entwined, a warm and familiar comfort passed between lovers. Vanessa giggled with life igniting her dead nerves further. Her giggles turned to moans as Hart moved his hips. It was just as she remembered and it sent her spiraling into ecstasy. Another pressure started to build. The professor’s cock satisfied her empty ache within. The two writhed as hands touched each other. Thumbs smoothing over pink nipples, Vanessa bit her lip to contain her cries of pleasure.
“I….can’t…..” Hart grunted.
“Come in me. I want your life in me.” Vanessa gasped.
The tempo increased as both student and professor were caught in their lust. Driving himself deep, Vanessa wrapped her arms and legs around him, not wanting to let go. The dead woman gasped again as his member thickened. Energy blazed bright and nerves flared. Professor and student cried out. Come spurted into Vanessa’s tight opening. The dead woman clutched at her lover, her own orgasm exploding. Bodies moved of their own accord, thrusting and squeezing. Vanessa held on, trying to milk every drop from him. Life caused her heart to beat rapidly in her chest. Energy and love sent warmth throughout their connected bodies.
Professor Hart rolled off Vanessa and lay next to her, breathing heavy. The dead woman crawled on top of him, her body hungry for more. Vanessa rubbed her wet valley along his half hard cock, eager to slip him back into her. Professor Hart put a hand on her round bottom, squeezing and feeling her.
Mist rolled off her shoulder blade. Hart and Vanessa looked to the side of the bed, mist parting and Castor bursting into view. The moth man stared with a wanting in his eyes.
“He is hungry.” Vanessa said breathlessly. “He wants me.”
Professor Hart grinned. “He can join us.”
The moth man slipped into bed, his red eyes on Vanessa’s wet slit. The dead woman rubbed herself on Hart, wetting his cock further. The familiar’s loincloth disappeared, revealing his throbbing member. Taking hold of his mistress’s hips from behind, he pressed the tip of his black veiny cock to her opening. Vanessa was so turned on, she let out a long moan as he pushed into her. Hart’s cock stiffened against her clit as her familiar pushed in as deep as he could go.
The heat from both bodies made the undead woman giggle between gasps. Thin hands and long fingers clutched at Vanessa’s waist, the moth man’s member filling her, sliding in and out. Hart kissed the delirious Vanessa as she moved with caged heat. The professor’s hands took hold of her waist, helping her to move on Castor.
Vanessa felt her whole being vibrate and tremble, causing her lust to rise to new levels. Wicked thoughts ran through her sex soaked mind. When Hart leaned his head back on the pillow, Vanessa looked to him with mischief in her eyes.
“Come closer, I want to feel both of you.” Vanessa whispered.
Hart smiled and raised himself up to embrace Vanessa and Castor.
“I want us to be one.” She repeated with a breathy tone.
Holding onto the dead woman’s waist, the tip of his cock touched along her folds with the familiar’s cock deep inside her. The moth man pulled out after hearing his mistress’s desires. Hart moved his hips to press his cock to Vanessa’s wet line. Wetness covered both of them as Hart pushed at her opening. The professor ran his hand along the familiars toned body, sending streams of powerful mana into the starving moth man and the dead woman they both loved. Vanessa’s moans grew louder. Castor shifted his hips and pressed his member to her asshole. She felt no pain as her familiar pushed at her tight opening and stretched it open. Her pucker stretching to accommodate, she screamed as two cocks squeezed into her. The bliss turned from a wave to a tsunami. Wetness spilled as two cocks pushed into her openings. Stretched to her limit, the dead woman cried out not from pain but from unfathomable pleasure. The sensations of the cocks moving at slight different rhythms caused her to whimper. Trembling, she held onto Hart, her hips moving on both members. The pressure and act caused Vanessa’s vision to blur. An orgasm surged, followed by another and another.
Castor moaned as his mistress’s mana glowed bright. Energy and mana flowed through his member into his magical muscles and body. Hart had a hard time controlling his own tempo in such a tight and confined space. Both cocks thickened which caused Vanessa to scream louder. Two thick streams of come burst forth. One on top of the other spurted come into her tight openings. The amount was obscene as it spilled out in small streams. The professor and familiar pushed in with all their might, filling the woman they loved.
Spent, both Professor and familiar pulled out. Hart moved back and sat against the headboard. Vanessa crawled down his body, eyes glowing from the flow of mana. She closed her mouth over his seed covered cock, licking and sucking down every drop. Castor took hold of his mistress’s waist and pushed his cock back into her wet slit. All three moved to a perfect rhythm, bodies blazing with bliss.
Vanessa pulled Hart’s cock from her mouth. “I need you again. I need you to come in my mouth like you used to.”
Hart was silent as she took his cock back into her mouth. Sucking harder and stroking her tongue along his shaft, her hand curled around his base and stroked him up and down as she slathered all over his member as it harden again. Castor leaned forward, chest against her back; hands took hold of her breasts and rubbed her nipples.
The dead woman never felt so alive. Passion swelled as she reconnected with her love. Tasting his seed set loose an animalistic hunger. Hart watched as she teased and sucked his manhood. The dead woman’s body quivered as Castor pushed against her firm bottom. Nipples rubbed and bodies vibrating, another orgasm roared to the surface. The moth man’s cock thickened and spurted come. Fuzzy hips pushed as he spurted more and more come while drinking in his mistress’s orgasm and mana.
Professor Hart groaned, his cock thickening once more. Vanessa moaned her delight as his molten seed spurted into her mouth and splashed down her throat. The dead woman could
not control herself as she sucked down every bit of his seed, letting life swirl in her belly and spread throughout her body.
The moth man familiar was eager to go again. He pawed at his mistress. Vanessa turned from Hart and lay on her back. The familiar pressed his dark body against hers, pushing his cock inside. Hart looked down as Vanessa looked up at him. Hands reaching out to each other, fingers entwined. Castor thrust between Vanessa’s thighs as she looked up to Professor Hart.
“I love you she whispered.” Eyes gazing into Hart’s eyes.
“I love you.” Professor Hart smiled. “Feed your familiar so I can be next.”
Vanessa grinned with half closed eyes. Her free arm wrapped around Castor’s shoulder. “I love you too my familiar.”
The moth man made a chirping sound as he thrust deeper. Vanessa continued to hold Professor Hart’s hand as the familiar continued to feast.
Four
Vanessa and Hart lay in each other’s arms, the morning sun straining to penetrate the curtains. Hart was sleeping as Vanessa lay on his chest. Her eyes were open and she listened to his heart. The rise of his chest as he breathed made her feel warm and close to him. Hart’s breathing slowed and eyes fluttered. Vanessa looked up to him as he blinked in the faint morning glow.
“Good morning.” Vanessa smiled.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I didn’t sleep. Didn’t need to. I have been here listening to your heart and watching you sleep.”
“After everything we did last night, I thought you would have been a little tired.”
Vanessa grinned. “The exact opposite, I feel like I can be up for weeks. That spells good or bad news for you.”
Hart smiled. “I would say good news.”
Vanessa lifted her head up and kissed him. The splendid feelings flowed and heat started to glow again. The dead woman was ready to crawl onto him when she hesitated.
“Are we going to be okay? I mean, us being together?”
Hart gave a slight nod. “I believe so.”