Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbed)

Tybalt knew exactly what she meant by “Take me home,” and his body thrummed with eagerness to do exactly what Victoria had asked him to.

He forced himself to slow down. He had been deliberately restraining his less romantic impulses since they began dancing. She deserved a special night. He had tried his best to give it to her.

“I thought you wanted to wait until the wedding,” he said quietly. “Wasn’t that important to you?”

“It was,” Victoria admitted. “It isn’t anymore.” She looked away with a sad little smile. “That was just another way I wanted to make myself feel special. The others were going to give me the whole wedding night.”

“There’s nothing wrong with saving it for that night. It will be a special night.”

“It’s going to be the night the whole tribe gets together to celebrate all of us. A big party. That’s their night. The tribe’s night. I don’t even like parties.” She turned and met his gaze again, and he saw tears of joy in her eyes. “You made today special. You made tonight my night. The most special night I can remember. I want to keep it in my heart for the rest of my life. There will never be a better time.”

He kissed Victoria once more and began to lead her away. Her mind seemed made up.

A silent message from him to one of the mummies closest to home was the most attention he was willing to divert from his foxgirl at that moment.

As they walked, he tried to maintain the same tension that he’d felt building between them the last few hours.

Caressing the back of her hand with a thumb. Stolen glances at her, full of desire, which he allowed her to ‘catch’ him doing. Moving silently together as if they had to creep silently through the town at night.

Soft kisses randomly interspersed through the walk. He tasted her and felt his heart beating wildly as the taste and feel and smell of her overloaded his senses.

He could feel the effect it had on Victoria too. Her hands pawed at his chest or his back when he left off touching her for a minute or two too long, as if she wanted to make sure he was still there - or that he was still interested.

When they made it to the house, the touching stopped completely for a little while. He opened the front door as quietly as he could, and by silent agreement, the two of them snuck in like they were doing something wrong.

Every footstep seemed to ring through the air more loudly than it should, and they smiled nervously when the door clacked loudly back into the jamb.

Victoria opened her mouth to say something, and Tybalt leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers, shoving her back against the wall with his full weight. She wrapped both arms, one leg, and her tail around him and kissed him back with equal fervor.

“Mm, take me to my bedroom,” she whined into the kiss when she had a moment of separation. “Why are we still out here?”

He took her hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom Victoria shared with her sister. Tybalt would just have to hope that Vidalia wasn’t there.

Not that his first foxgirl wouldn’t be elated at the thought of him claiming her twin, but he knew instinctively that seeing Vidalia would kill the mood, would kill that intoxicating feeling Victoria had that this was her special night.

The door creaked open, and mercifully, the room was empty. The bedspread turned neatly back to welcome them in was the only sign that anyone else had been there that evening.

“She’s really not here,” Victoria said. Her voice was a mix of hope, joy, and surprise. She had expected something to go wrong, Tybalt could tell now. She didn’t quite believe their luck.

The door closed behind them, and Victoria was flinging herself at him, legs wrapped around his waist, full body weight slamming him into the wall.

“I’m yours,” she breathed against his lips when their mouths parted. “Let me just slip into something, uh, something sexy for you—”

Tybalt wanted to tell her the dress she was already wearing was sexy enough, but Victoria had already disentangled from him, was practically running across the room to her wardrobe.

The door opened, and she vanished from sight behind the thick wood.

Tybalt saw only his reflection in the door’s slightly foggy mirror. His mussed clothes and hair, his physical excitement at finally joining with Victoria, his eager, hungry expression.

He heard the foxgirl’s dress hit the floor and the rustle of cloth as she donned something else.

Then the wardrobe door closed, and the foxgirl stood there in all her glory, her long, delicate frame wrapped in a pure white silken nightgown, gossamer thin at the waist and collarbone. The tops of her breasts, her flat stomach, and her long, shapely legs were all on display, but it still felt innocent. Her blue-gray eyes searched his face as if trying to see if he approved.

“I was going to wear this on the night,” Victoria said after a long moment, swallowing.

The image was very sexy to him, but she was obviously self-conscious.

“You look like a bride on her wedding night,” he said approvingly.

She swallowed again. “Should I take it off right away? Um, what do we do?”

Her hands shook slightly as she asked the question.

Tybalt closed the distance between them, took her waist in one hand and her chin in the other, and tilted her head up for a kiss.

“Yes, I will need you naked,” he said. “Then come to bed.”

She nodded. There was still that same slight anxiety, but mixed with relief. She knew she was in Tybalt’s hands, and he knew what to do.

Without saying anything else, she undid a couple of buttons and slipped the dress over her shoulders. Her entire body came into view, and on some instinct, she stood there for his inspection. Her delicate neck. The thick, pink nipples that topped her firm, medium-sized breasts. Her small, flat waist leading down to the womb tattoo Dero had given her. Her sex, pink puffy lips shaved bare for him.

He sighed, bent, and kissed one of her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and lightly nibbled it until he felt one of her hands on the back of his head, her body’s wordless way of asking him to continue.

He spent another minute sucking and licking her breasts while she made little, pleased noises. But her tail was only wagging slowly, small movements. He judged that she was still tense.

Finally, he pulled back, took her hands and walked her over to the bed. He stood while she sat.

“Lie down on your stomach,” he said.

She turned around and lay prone on the bedspread and waited for him.

He shook his head as he looked at her. Victoria was as sensual from the back as from the front. Her slender neck led down to her shoulder blades, where she still bore the Undead Storage rune tattoo that marked her as under his magical protection. Below that, her back was smooth and narrowed to her waist before it noticeably widened to hips that were perhaps just slightly wider than her sister’s.

Tybalt saw her tail was still a little stiff. She was a bit nervous. He looked away from the foxgirl, toward the furniture, and found what he was looking for on a vanity near the wardrobe.

He walked over, retrieved it, and set it down on the bed.

Then he stripped off his own clothes, climbed onto the bed, and got on top of Victoria.

He felt her quiver slightly as his bare skin pressed against hers, then felt her legs open slightly as his bare chest touched her bare back.

“Not yet,” he said quietly.

He sat up, straddling her hips, leaned down, and started rubbing her shoulders.

“What are you—”

“Shh.”

Tybalt’s hands roamed up and down her back, from her shoulders down her waist to her shapely ass, rubbing and kneading everywhere, trying to get her to relax.

His massage stopped a little longer than it needed to when he reached her ass, to fondle and squeeze it, and he could tell she was starting to get into it. Her hips rose gently to present herself more conveniently to his touch, and he rewarded that little sign by gently stroking her opening. The silky wetness brought a smile to his face.

Just a bit more.

He moved down to massage her thighs, then shifted to her calves, before he reached for the item he’d taken from the vanity. It was a hairbrush.

He straddled her ass again, his shaft pressing down between her legs now, almost touching her entrance. He lifted her tail and began to brush it with one hand. With the other, he reached up and fondled her big, floppy ears.

He continued brushing, gently stroking the tip of her tail each time he went from top to bottom. He fingered her ears more enthusiastically as he saw her body beginning to react.

Her hips gently rose and fell, her body humping the bed, the sides of her face that he could see flushed. He wondered what sort of expression she was hiding, lying face down, her face pressed lightly against a pillow.

After a few minutes of this treatment, he heard Victoria’s voice, speaking through an obvious haze of lust.

“You can do it now if you want…”

He looked down and saw the moisture from between her legs was starting to darken the bedspread. Her thighs glistened with her fluids.

“Almost ready,” he said.

She let out a sexy little whine, as if to say, No, I definitely am ready!

He lifted her hips slightly, reached under her, and started stroking between her legs. The whining turned to moaning almost in an instant.

“Oh, gods, that feels so good. Your touch…”

He let go of the brush and used his other hand to resume the wandering massage from earlier, with an emphasis on groping her pert ass as she humped back into him.

“Take me,” she said in a voice that shook. “I’m - oh, gods…”

He started stroking faster. He could hear it now. She was almost there.

The hand that had been groping her ass continued that, but he alternated between groping and inserting his fingers, stroking the inside of her entrance in time with rubbing her clitoris.

Less than a minute later, she stiffened, cried out, and bit the pillow.

Her whole body shuddered as she came down.

He gently slowed and then stopped stimulating her, pulling both hands away and getting off of her thighs, where he had ended up perching for the happy ending part of the massage.

“Were you trying to prove something?” Victoria asked, flushed, as she lifted her face from the pillow.

Tybalt saw there was a tear in the fabric where she had bitten it.

Pointy foxgirl teeth.

“Prove something?”

“You could have just, um, started.”

“That was the start. Now you know tonight is going to be good.”

“I already knew that.”

“Now your body knows.”

Her tail wagged excitedly back and forth as he spoke, as if it wanted to punctuate Tybalt’s point.

She smiled shyly.

“I guess you’re right.”

She turned over and sat up, then reached out and started stroking his shaft.

“I was just about ready to ‘start,’” Tybalt said, raising an eyebrow. He was already rock hard, his tip leaking a little bit.

“I know,” Victoria said. “But now I want to do something else first. To show my man how I feel.”

She got up on her knees, leaned over, and kissed his tip.

“At least let me do the same for you,” he suggested.

“I don’t think I like the way I taste,” she replied, then licked all the way down his length. “I’d rather be able to kiss you.”

Well, if you say so…

She took him into her mouth and sucked the head, looking into his eyes as she did. She swirled her tongue around it and began pressing it deeper into her mouth.

With one hand, she jerked the base of his shaft, while the other ran her nails down his thighs and then up his side.

She’s learned a lot from just that one experience and whatever tips Vidalia gave her.

Reluctantly, he pulled her mouth off of his manhood. Her lips separated from his shaft with a pop and a slightly disappointed look.

“I’m doing a bad job, huh?”

“No. You’re great, especially for your second time. I just want to take you now.”

He pushed her back. She smiled and looked up at him lovingly.

There was lust there, but the dominant emotion on her face was love.

That was how he decided how he would play the rest of the night.

He crawled over her, kissed her deeply, and lined himself up with her entrance.

Then he pushed in. She was as tight as her sister, and just as he had with Vidalia, he felt almost like he was making her larger rather than just entering.

Victoria let out a little grunt of mixed pain and pleasure, then nodded to him to continue.

He kissed her as he thrust in deeper, and their tongues curled around each other. She sighed, put an arm around the back of his neck, and pulled him closer.

He felt the barrier inside her, and he instantly pushed hard and tore through. She tensed slightly, then relaxed again.

He slowly moved in deeper, pulled back slightly, went deeper again, pulled back again, and kept this pattern going, all while kissing her.

She pulled her mouth away from his, and she gave him a surprisingly innocent smile.

Not surprising, he reminded himself. She is innocent. He was just used to seeing a more sultry expression on that face in bed. From her twin.

“I love you,” Victoria said, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too.”

That became the tempo of the night.

Not fucking, not fast or rough or urgent.

Love-making.

They kissed often and deeply, and she looked into his eyes and smiled when they weren’t kissing. She used her legs around his hips to pull him deeper some of the time, and she moaned at some of his thrusts, but the main thing he would remember of that night was the way she looked at him and those words.

“I love you,” she said over and over again as he claimed her body.

It was the slowest sex he’d had in a long time, but when they both finished at the end, it felt like a bonding experience.

They didn’t bother to clean themselves up afterward. It was as if Victoria didn’t want to be separated from him for even a few minutes. She fell asleep in his arms, still smiling.

He woke up sometime later, in darkness, and realized he was sandwiched between the two sisters.

This is pretty good.

“She looked so happy when I came in, darling,” Vidalia whispered appreciatively, nuzzling the back of his neck.

“We had a good time,” he said simply.

“Congratulations,” the foxgirl said. “Now I think we have some work to do.”