Necromantic
Authors: Cole Vance,Rick Gualtieri
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Necromantic
Cole Vance
Copyright © 2012 Cole Vance
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Introduction
My name is Cole and I have what I think is an interesting tale to tell you. I’ve put it together entirely for your pleasure. I hope that you experience as much enjoyment reading it as I did writing it for you.
That being said, I’d like you to hold on for a moment. Don’t turn that page until I say so. Stories such as this are best saved for the right time and the proper mood. When you read it, I want you to be someplace where you’re comfortable. I want the lights turned low and, most importantly, I want you alone.
It’s true that I don’t like to share, but that’s not my only reason.
If you’re with someone else, I want you to give them your full attention. Don’t let something silly like this story come between you. My reasoning is quite simple. What I’m about to tell you is a fantasy about lust from beyond the grave. In real life, though, that doesn’t happen. When that special someone is gone, sadly it’s for good. The problem is we never know when that’s going to happen. This isn’t meant to be morbid; I simply wish to point out that you should live in the here and now. What I want you to do is enjoy every moment you spend with that person. Hopefully, it won’t be the last, but you’ll appreciate it even more if you treat it as if it is.
So put down this story and go to your partner. Press your body against theirs and make love to them like there won’t be a tomorrow. When you’re finished, hold on to them and don’t let go. Fall asleep in each other’s arms, and when you wake up, be sure to do so with your lips, fingers, and whatever other parts you fancy. I guarantee that will be far better than any story I can ever tell you.
Save this tale for another day, one in which your bed is empty. Then, and only then, should you indulge in the naughty little tale I’m about to tell. When that day happens, though, I want you ready.
Turn down the lights and fix yourself a drink...anything you like; something that will take the edge off the day.
I then want you to get comfortable. Personally, I would find it most exciting to know that there’s nothing between my story and you, save perhaps the sheets of your bed, but I’ll leave that up to you. If you must wear something, though, make sure it’s loose. The best clothing is the kind that can be easily removed.
Whatever you do, don’t be shy. You’re safe with me. There’s no reason to be self-conscious. I want you to enjoy yourself and your body. No one will judge you for doing so. Take a few moments and get ready.
Good, now we’re almost there.
Close your eyes for a moment and let the stress of the day fade away. No matter how bad it was, it’s over now. The only thing that matters is our time together and what we make of it. I hope very much that you make good use of it.
You only need one hand to hold up this book. Why not let the other be free to explore as it sees fit? Who knows what adventures it might get up to? I have a feeling they’ll be fun ones...the kind that bring a flush to your cheeks and a smile to your lips.
Now you’re ready to begin.
My hope is that by the end of this tale you find yourself both wholly entertained and entirely satisfied. If so, please consider me humbled to have served you.
C.V.
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, that 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 time 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.”