Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbed)

As Liora continued to stare, her mouth slightly agape, Vidalia took Tybalt deeper into her mouth than seemed possible given the size of her head.

Like Dero earlier, it sounded like she was choking on it and then overcoming that.

Is that what I need to do to compete with them in this arena? the elven vampire wondered. I don’t think I can…

After a few minutes of Vidalia apparently suppressing her gag reflex, Tybalt pulled her off of him. She looked at him with questioning eyes, and then he whispered into her ear.

Liora could hear every word, though, and her eyes widened.

Is that something they do?

Vidalia just smiled in response to Tybalt’s salacious suggestion.

“I’d love to,” she said.

The two of them turned to Mariella, who was still awake but seemingly spent.

Vidalia walked around to the other side of the bed, while Tybalt approached Mariella’s legs.

“What are you doing?” the fire mage asked, turning her head to look back at them. “Do you need me to move?”

Instead of answering, Tybalt grabbed her legs, while Vidalia took hold of her arms. They picked her up and moved her on the bed, flipping her onto her back and pulling her further in so that her arms almost dangled over the other side of the bed.

“What are you…?” Mariella repeated, but her voice trailed off as Vidalia walked away from her upper half and back toward Tybalt on the other side of the bed.

Vidalia crawled onto the bed between Mariella’s legs and began kissing her way up the fire mage’s inner thighs.

“What are you doing?” Mariella said again, but with excitement rather than curiosity in her voice now.

The foxgirl descended between her legs face first and began lapping hungrily at Mariella’s womanhood, and the fire mage started moaning again.

From behind Vidalia, Tybalt stepped forward, lifted one of her legs, moved her tail out of the way, and entered her.

It was a lot like the last sex session Liora had witnessed, but Tybalt was gentler with Vidalia than he had been with Mariella, at least at first. He needed to be so that the foxgirl could continue pleasuring Mariella with her mouth.

Gods. It’s like all he does all day is think of ways to use them sexually.

Liora heard a little grunt from beside her and realized, without looking, that Dero was masturbating now too.

The vampire was the only one left out of the pleasure fest. She thought about joining Dero. What she saw in front of her was almost enough to make her overcome her aversion to being seen enjoying herself sexually by all these others. But not quite.

She controlled that impulse.

On the bed, Tybalt pulled Vidalia’s babydoll down at the top and up at the bottom, exposing her entire body except a narrow band at her waist - turning the clothing into a belt. He groped her little breasts, stroking the big, puffy pink nipples and rubbing her clitoris as he fucked her more slowly than he had the fire mage.

Vidalia kept taking breaks from licking Mariella to moan and whimper, and after a few minutes of this, she stopped trying to hold herself up, allowing herself to collapse face first into Mariella’s pussy as Tybalt took her from behind.

Free from having to hold her up, the foxgirl’s hands squeezed the sheets or roamed up and mauled Mariella’s breasts as the threesome continued. Mariella’s face looked blissful, her eyes locked on Tybalt, her mouth uttering little moans and grunts of pleasure while one hand played with her breasts and the other tried to hold Vidalia’s head in place.

“So, that’s how he likes to use us together.” It was Kistana’s voice from the other side. The catgirl seemed to be trying to sound analytical, distant, calm, but Liora could tell she was almost ready to pounce onto the bed.

The catgirl was dressed now in a silken nightgown. From the front, it would look somewhat modest, but at the sides, it was completely open except for flimsy ties at the waist and hips. Her toned waist, thighs, and the sides of her breasts were fully on display. Her nipples poking through the fabric in the front practically begged for attention.

“You look like sex on legs,” Dero said approvingly, clearly looking at Kistana, from Liora’s other side.

“You should definitely go next,” Victoria said, smiling at Kistana.

From the sound of her voice, masturbating had calmed Victoria down somewhat.

“Thank you,” the catgirl whispered, embarrassed.

“You should say that to him,” Dero said.

“What?” Kistana asked, suddenly flustered.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Oh, gods, Tybalt!” Vidalia’s cries from the bed pulled everyone’s attention to the bed again. The foxgirl moaned loudly as she reached orgasm.

Does that mean it’s Kistana’s turn now?

Tybalt pulled out of Vidalia at that point, and Liora noticed that Mariella had her eyes closed as if she’d fallen asleep. Were the three done?

Then the necromancer picked Vidalia up, folded her legs, and entered her while holding her folded like that. She let out another loud moan, and he pressed her against a wall and started fucking her standing up.

“You should say thank you,” Dero said.

Liora remembered that Kistana and Dero had just been talking.

“Wh-what do you… Why?”

“So Tybalt knows how much you liked it,” Dero replied. “You seem like you’re kind of grateful to receive his attention. So say thank you. I promise he’ll enjoy it.”

“Well, if Tybalt will like it, I’m sure I can manage that,” Kistana said, bright red. “Um, when should I say it? After we finish? When we start?”

“Say it when he makes you come,” the dark elf said, grinning.

“When I… when I’m in the midst of enjoying it the most,” the catgirl said, nodding. “Right. I can remember to do that.”

Liora snickered. Remember to say thank you when you come? Dero was more twisted than Liora had even realized. That was a kind of submission that was hard for Liora to imagine. The entire biological purpose of sex was to pursue the male orgasm. Yet she doubted Dero would suggest Tybalt should say “thank you.”

Vidalia cried out again, her hands groping her little breasts so hard they left red marks up and down her pale flesh as she came.

“Oh yes,” she cried.

Tybalt pressed his lips to hers, and they shared a long kiss. His bare back was covered in a thin sheen of sweat now, but he seemed to be ready for more.

Even as Vidalia slumped against his chest, he simply carried her back to bed, pulled her off his dick, and laid her down beside Mariella.

Then he turned to face the other women.

The look in his eyes was demanding, far from fatigued. Hungry for them.

Liora swallowed, shuddered, and looked away all in a single moment. It was too much for her. She shouldn’t be here.

Kistana, on the other hand, stepped forward eagerly.

The necromancer stepped in close to her, seized her by the neck, and pulled her into a long kiss. Liora deliberately kept her eyes on the floor for the next minute, so she only heard what happened. The sound of the two lovers’ mouths as they devoured each other. The rustle of cloth followed by the wet slosh of Tybalt’s fingers exploring Kistana’s depths.

The catgirl’s desperate, submissive whispers in his ear, carried over to Liora thanks to her superior hearing.

“I touched myself already,” Kistana admitted, her voice husky. “The way you showed me. I… I’m ready for you. Do whatever you want.”

Then there was the sound of footsteps walking away, followed by ripping cloth.

Liora looked up, confused by that sound. She instantly recognized what had happened. The dress was closed by ties on the side, but in his haze of horniness, Tybalt hadn’t bothered untying them. He’d simply ripped through the thin ties, pulled the cloth out of the way, and now he bent Kistana over against the wall and took her from behind.

His hands slipped inside her dress as he thrust into her, one on her hips, controlling her movements, the other squeezing and caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. His mouth wandered down the side of Kistana’s neck. The catgirl let out little growls and sounds almost like purring, moaned, whimpered, and clearly humped back into his thrusts enthusiastically.

After a minute of this, he ripped open the front of her outfit to get better access to her breasts.

“So good,” she muttered under her breath, sounding as if she didn’t want to be overheard. “Feels so good. Harder - um, if you want - yeah, like - oh, like that, yeah. Touch my ears? If you like that…” He stroked her ears with the hand that had been on her hips, and she put a hand back, grabbing his ass to pull him into her harder. She moaned as he thrust in time with stroking her ears. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I love it, I love you, this is - oh!”

She came with the most violent motion of any of the women Liora had seen yet, her whole body stiffening. Tybalt stiffened, too, his eyes clenched tight with pleasure. Liora thought he was instinctively struggling against the urge to fill her with his orgasm.

“Thank you,” Kistana whispered back at him, her voice full of arousal and satisfaction.

“Fuck.” Tybalt’s body shuddered, and he clearly came inside the catgirl. Her body reacted to it, her hips moving back and forth against his as if milking him, her tail stroking up and down his bare leg sensually, her hand that had been grabbing his ass rubbing it now as if trying to encourage him.

Liora noticed a small, bloody mark from where Kistana had clawed his ass a little too hard as she came.

She had to avert her gaze from the sight of blood. It was a little too stimulating just then, and the smell of it almost made her leave. The mingling of that tang and her arousal was intense. If there was more of this, it would grow too strong for her to control. Her need for blood was something she hadn’t addressed since she arrived in Whadesgart. She’d been too busy trying to make a good impression on everyone. She would have to talk to Tybalt about it the next day. It wouldn’t do to be constantly thirsting after him and anyone else who happened to get a little cut in front of her.

She heard the slapping sound resume as Tybalt started fucking Kistana again, with even greater enthusiasm this time.

The cat let out a loud moan, and Liora turned back to see Tybalt now had her orange tail wrapped around one fist and was using it as a second handle, along with her hips, as he thrust into her harder and faster. Her moaning seemed to grow louder with harder pulling on her tail. That, in turn, led to Tybalt thrusting harder, which moved in time with more vigorous thrusting, until the catgirl reached a new crescendo.

Liora heard Kistana thank Tybalt several more times before the two of them finally stopped, and Kistana laid down beside the other women.

Gods, it’s an exhausting life you lead, she thought with some admiration, looking at Tybalt.

His dedication to ensuring none of his wives was left out on the wedding night was impressive. Liora was imagining the two of them one on one in detail, her inner thighs moist and sticky, when the night shifted gears.

Tybalt took Victoria’s hand, led her to bed, and whispered in her ears, so quietly that Liora could barely hear it: “Do you want it like last time for you, or like the others?”

“Like last time,” the foxgirl said, blushing. “It felt special.”

The sexual encounter between those two was completely different.

There was a lot more kissing, handholding or fingers interlocking, eye contact, and “I love you.”

Kistana had blurted out “I love you” while in the throes of passion, while Mariella and Vidalia had mostly made incoherent moaning sounds or begged for more pleasure or cried out to the gods.

But Victoria said “I love you,” and Tybalt said it back, and they both seemed to mean it, not to merely be saying it because they were enjoying the physical intimacy.

Watching them, Liora felt a different feeling, and she had to search her heart to know what it was.

I’m jealous?

Yes, that was it. No man had ever loved her before, outside her family. Just her father and her brother, and the love of relatives obviously wasn’t the same.

Liora could see now why the others were comfortable being so wanton - and why Victoria seemed so happy in the necromancer’s arms as he embraced her face to face, with long kisses that wandered up and down, from her mouth to her chest.

He loved them.

None of these relationships were political matches. Liora had known it, but in this moment, she felt it. The abundance of love in this room, and where it was directed. Unfeigned affection. And she was a little bit jealous.

She was an afterthought, a fly on the wall. A nonparticipant.

For now, she reminded herself. In time, I will be the center of it all.

Tybalt kissed Victoria on the lips one last, sweet time, then disentangled from her body. The two were covered in sweat, which Liora guessed was all the necromancer’s since he’d been fucking women nonstop for the last few hours.

“Your turn, Dero,” he said.

The dark elf practically jumped to her feet.

“Fucking finally! It was actually hard to just sit there and wait…”

“Good. Now you get your reward for being so patient.”

They met in front of the bed, and he ripped right through her clothes. Then he lifted her onto his tip, and with no preamble, he entered her.

“You’re lucky I was so wet already,” she muttered. “Still, you might want to go slow to start…”

Liora wasn’t sure what Tybalt and Dero’s idea of slow was, but she guessed the necromancer didn’t listen.

The next few hours between the two of them were the most violent sex of the night.

Tybalt fucked Dero against the wall, on the floor, folding her legs over her head, bent over on the ground like a dog…

He used most of the same moves he’d tried on the others on Dero, but the session lasted longer and seemed rougher. The dark elf never complained, though. She just moaned and ground her hips into his and demanded “more” over and over, almost taunting him, until Liora was sure she would break.

Vidalia got up in the middle and gave Dero a bit of a break by taking Tybalt into her mouth while Dero did the same to Vidalia.

But after both of them had finished, Tybalt resumed fucking Dero.

The look in the dark elf’s eyes betrayed a bit of exhaustion, but she seemed to be refusing to ask him to stop.

Like it’s a dominance competition or something, Liora thought uneasily. The first one to give up loses. It’s loving, too, I guess… but hard to tell the difference between loving sex and violence with the two of them.

It was a little awkward when they finally finished, because Tybalt was taking Dero from behind again. They were faced in Liora’s direction this time, and it felt like the dark elf was looking at her - though the dark elf’s eyes were unfocused, either glazed over with lust or fatigue. She had never stopped taking physical pleasure from it, even as she seemed increasingly exhausted by the act.

After Dero came one last time, Tybalt gave her a few more thrusts and finished inside her, and then the two collapsed onto the bed, the necromancer seemingly almost crushing the dark elf under his weight, his shaft still buried deep inside her, keeping his seed from escaping.

Liora waited to make sure none of them would get up again. Then she quietly rose, made her way to another bedroom, masturbated, and fell asleep.