Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbed)

Tybalt looked down at Samara hungrily.

“Do you want me with the shackles on, or… How do we do this?” she asked, her voice betraying a touch of nerves.

You know perfectly well, after all those dreams, he thought, slightly amused.

He almost told her to get up and stand against the wall, but he held himself back just in time.

From the dreams, she has a hymen. It could be just her imagining she’s still intact, since she’s never been with a man, but if that membrane is actually there, taking her in that position would be more uncomfortable for both of us. I’ll break her first.

“You’ll keep the shackles,” he said. The key to those, created by Dero’s old blacksmith friend on short notice, sat in his pocket, but he didn’t anticipate they would be using it until it was time to put Samara’s clothing back on.

He pushed her backward onto the bed, crawled over her, and took his shirt off. She lay back, looking up at him with the eagerness that he had come to expect from the dreams. She bit her lower lip lightly as if trying to remind herself not to try and throw her body at him.

He let himself wait a moment, taking her in. Her stomach was well muscled, her thighs strong and thick, her breasts more than a handful. Physically, she was a bit like a darker-skinned Kistana with longer hair and no cat ears or tail.

Hopefully Samara would give him a similar amount of fun.

He reached down and squeezed her left breast, drawing a little pleased whimper from the paladin. Then he pinched her nipple. She let out a yip in response, but he judged she was surprised, not displeased.

Finally, he bent and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth eagerly for his invasion. They kissed and he began to run his hands up and down her body, allowing his weight to pin her to the bed.

Samara groaned as his shaft, still covered by his pants, pressed down against her opening. He could feel how hot and wet she already was for him, and she kissed with even more fervor after he ground himself on her.

Tybalt sensed it as Vidalia stepped out of the room. It was something they had agreed on. For Samara’s first time having sex in real life, she and Tybalt would be alone until afterward.

He dropped one of his hands to between Samara’s thighs and started playing with her, stroking and rubbing. He wanted her as wet as possible for this. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her head around, pushing it down into the bed to expose the side of her neck. He bit, licked, and sucked at her neck, drawing more little noises of pleasure from her lips.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Ah, this is nice,” Tybalt whispered in her ear. “I love controlling your body. I’ll take it to another level after I break you.”

She went slightly stiff as the meaning of his words hit. Then she nodded slightly.

Tybalt became rougher, squeezing her breasts so roughly that he left slight red marks on the delicate flesh. He gave her firm ass the same treatment, groping and squeezing her almost as violently as he could as he stroked her entrance.

She seemed to only grow more enthusiastic, grinding herself against his still clothed lower body.

She’s just about ready, he decided.

He let go of her and stopped touching her, pulled his pants down, and then crawled further up her body, his tip brushing against her stomach and then between her breasts.

“What are you—”

He stuck the fingers he’d been using to stroke her into her mouth.

“See how sweet you taste?” he said, pushing them in deeper.

Samara started to suck her juices off of his fingers, her brown eyes looking deeply into his green ones. Another slight nod.

“Time for you to taste me,” he said.

He crawled up a little further until his shaft hit the underside of her chin.

Then he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, tilted her head down, and shoved himself into her mouth.

“Mmf” was the only sound to escape her mouth at first as she struggled to take more of him inside her. The slight choking noises continued as he pushed in harder and deeper, using his weight to press to the back of her mouth, into her throat.

She made a little gagging sound, and he pulled slightly back, then invaded again.

“You can take it,” he whispered. “You’re a paladin. This is part of your vows now.”

He detected a slight upturn of her lips at that, despite the gagging and the drool beginning to leak from the sides of her mouth.

He used one hand to balance himself on the bed as he fucked her face, while the other one dropped back to squeeze and grope her breasts further, yanking hard on the nipples, pressing the flesh together tightly, or gently massaging it to try and soothe some of the pain he’d just caused.

It was a delicate balance, causing deliberate discomfort and pain versus pleasure, but it seemed to be working. He looked back, and the dark spot where her womanhood was staining the bed with her juices was obvious even in the relative darkness of the room.

“You like this, huh?”

He pulled back a little, just enough that she could try and speak around his shaft.

“Yes, mast—”

He thrust in again.

“You’re my paladin now, you know?”

He pulled slightly out again.

“Yes, m—”

He thrust in and fucked her throat so deep he thought she would choke.

“Are you my good little slave?”

He pulled back a little, but she was already nodding eagerly, giving her answer. He stayed in and felt her throat clenching around him, her mind fighting her body’s survival instincts with every moment just to pleasure him.

The feeling of power was exquisite, like nothing he had over any of his other women. It reminded him of something Vidalia had said when they were first starting to have sex, about how in another timeline she’d been his sex slave. His favorite piece of property.

He smiled slightly. Now he understood better what she had meant.

“I’m going to break you now,” he said, looking Samara in the eyes again. “I’ll use your throat more some other time, and you’ll learn to swallow everything I give you. But for now, it’s time to break you in so I can start using your pussy however I like.”

She looked incredibly eager as he pulled out of her throat and crawled backward over her body. She opened her legs as wide as she could with the shackles, just enough for him to kneel between her legs, though not as comfortably as he was used to. They would only be in this position for a little while.

“Enjoy your last breath as a virgin, Samara,” Tybalt whispered.

He heard her take a deep breath.

Then he pushed in hard and fast, breaking her barrier in an instant. She hissed and clenched her fists, but it was done.

Now I won’t have to work against gravity and her body being in an unnatural position to get through her hymen.

He moved in and out a few times, and her body moved along with his, but a little reluctantly. It was still a bit painful.

He pulled out.

“What are you doing?”

“Now that we’ve got that part done, I’m going to take you in the position I got you used to in the dreams.”

“What?”

Bone Puppetry.

His power seized control of her skeleton again. That was how he’d held her down on the bed earlier. The shackles bound her, but they weren’t actually attached to anything. Now he levitated her body off of the bed, suspended her arms over her head, and placed her against one of the room’s walls.

“Oh, master,” she said, in a tone of obvious intense arousal. “You wanted to replicate the dreams?”

“That’s right,” he said.

With her held up by a power outside her body, pressed against a wall, her arms shackled, it was just like their earliest shared dreams, the beginning of the seduction.

He used his power to raise her legs until it was just short of being painful. Then he pressed his body against hers, crushing her breasts against his chest, pushing her whole body against the wall. He raised her entire body slightly with his power, then fit her womanhood over his tip. She whimpered with mingled pleasure and pain as he sheathed himself inside her.

As he started fucking her, far deeper and harder than he had been on the bed, he muffled her cries of pleasure and pain with his lips on hers. He used his hands to squeeze her breasts, lightly close around her throat, and occasionally grope and smack her firm, tight ass.

As he thrust in and out of her, only his power kept her suspended in the air, arms forcefully held over her head, legs folded at such a sharp angle that he knew they’d be sore in the morning.

Without needing to hold her, he could focus all his strength on simply fucking her as hard as they could both stand. He wanted her to remember this for the rest of the days.

“M-master!” she cried into his mouth as she came for the first time.

Tybalt didn’t even slow down.

“That’s right, I am your master,” he said. “You belong to me now.”

“Yeah, I’m yours, and this is your pussy,” she muttered, almost moaning, remembering things she had said to him in the dream. He could feel the heat rushing to her face, his skin pressed close to hers, as she began to recite more of what she had said back then.

“I, mm, don’t regret this - ah! - at all,” she said after another minute, breathing heavily as she spoke. “No one who’s ever - nn - cast aside their vows - oh - could have had it as, um, as good as this.”

“Your vows are to me now.”

“Yes… I’ll worship you on my knees, master.”

“However I want you to, that’s right. Including in the birthing bed.”

Her eyes, which had been almost closed, glazed over with pleasure, as he kept thrusting in, opened wide again.

“You…” She paused, and then a smile spread over her lips. “You want to breed your little paladin slave?”

He nodded, grunted, thrust in harder. Her excitement about that was hotter than almost anything else she could say, and she had clenched around him almost in time with her words.

“Good, I want your seed… Breed me, master!”

“Yeah, keep it up, and I will.”

He fucked her for a while longer, her paladin stamina serving them well as he brought her to her peak several more times.

Then he let himself release inside her.

She gasped and smiled. He allowed himself to lean on her, and she nuzzled against his shoulder affectionately, without the awkwardness that one might normally expect of a virgin. They were two old lovers, in a sense.

They panted quietly, their breathing almost in sync.

“So, that was sex,” she said after almost a full minute, her voice full of quiet reverence.

“That was your first time,” he said, agreeing.

He was still using Bone Puppetry, and now he levitated her onto the bed.

“Will we… lie together now?” she asked quietly. “Master?”

Instead of answering, he went over to the door and knocked.

Vidalia entered immediately, dressed in a skimpy nightgown.

“Who said it was over?” Tybalt said as the door closed behind the foxgirl.

Samara rose to her knees, looking back and forth between the two.

“What’s next?” she asked quietly, hopefully.

***

An hour or two later, Samara lay her head in Tybalt’s lap, exhausted.

“Thank you for a wonderful first time, master,” she said. “And second. Third…”

He stroked her hair. Despite the fact that her mouth was lying almost on top of his manhood, it didn’t even twitch with interest. That was the sign that part of the evening was definitely done.

“You belong to us now, for real, Samara,” Vidalia said, lying down beside the paladin, kissing her neck, and rubbing her bare shoulders. All three of them remained naked after the last couple of hour’s activities.

“Forever,” Tybalt agreed.

Even if he had wanted to toss Samara aside for some reason, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was carrying his child after tonight. He and his women seemed to have excellent luck in those matters.

Vidalia looked up at him.

“After what I saw you do to her, by the way, I want you to do that to me…”

She was talking about more of his Bone Puppetry. How he had controlled Samara’s body, bent her, used her as he pleased. When the foxgirl saw it, she had reacted as if that was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. The wetness between her legs had confirmed, if Tybalt had any doubts, it was not in any way an act.

“You said so earlier,” he replied gently, barely restraining a grin. “Right now, it’s time for rest.”

“Yes, but next time, or maybe right after the battle,” Vidalia suggested. “Or before. During? Whenever.”

He just snorted, but then noticed Samara had gone very still in his lap.

He looked down, but the paladin hadn’t fallen asleep.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You still have a battle to fight,” Samara said quietly. “I had almost forgotten.”

“That’s right.”

“With the Nietian Royal Army?”

She turned her head and nuzzled his shaft lightly with the tip of her nose, a gesture of obvious affection.

“Uh huh,” he said after a moment of committing that sight to memory.

“How can I help?”