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"Ha...ha... Ah..! Charles!"
"Sybil!"
The couple's copulation reached their peak and the woman tensed as
pleasure washed over her before finally falling limp, the rhythmic motion
of her panting breast all that signaled her livelihood. Reluctantly,
Charles withdrew his still rigid manhood and climbed off the bed.
Mechanically, he dressed, pushing his continuing erection down till it was
pressed against his thigh and secured there by his underwear. Trousers
covered it up shortly after. He struggled a little with the buttons of his
shirt, but finally managed. Opening the door invited light from the
hallway into the dim bedroom and prompted Sybil to stir.
"Charles... must you really go? You're here now... surely you could
just... stay..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded. "Please... my
love..."
Charles did not look back.
"Miss Tanya warned you, my dear. By her power, I have returned to bid you
good bye. My life is already forfeit, Miss Tanya can grant only a delay,
not a reversal of fate. I'm sorry, Sybil. Please, take care of yourself
and the kids," he responded gravelly, his voice clearly heavy with his own
emotions.
"Charles!"
"I love you, Sybil."
He left her sobbing on the bed, a tight jawed grimace all that kept his
expression together as he tread through the house with heavy feet and a
heavy heart. As he set off into the night, never to return, he whispered a
quiet prayer.
"Oh Father, spare me your indulgent whims..."
"Witch!" the woman cried as she fell to her knees, clawing at the hem of
Tanya's black dress. "Bring back my husband! Return Charles to me! You let
me see him last night, so why did you have to take him back?"
Tanya glanced around nervously through her sheer veil. This was not the
kind of attention she needed right now, or ever. Crouching down, she
pulled the woman back to her feet and off of her skirt.
"Ma'am, please calm yourself," Tanya tried soothing the woman. She had
been told her soft, husky voice was good for that, but it did not seem to
be helping. As more people in the market began watching the unfolding
scene, Tanya grabbed the woman by the wrist and pulled her out of the main
thoroughfare down a side alley. The last thing she needed was the
authorities getting involved.
"Ma'am," she stated more firmly this time, tightening her grip on the
woman's arm till she stopped babbling. "I told you quite clearly before
you agreed to accept my service that your husband would not be able to
stay. I can only delay his passing long enough for him to see you, but I
cannot reverse his fate. Charles is gone, and even if you were to pay me
again, I cannot bring him back anymore," she explained. "Knowing this, you
agreed and you got to see him again, even if briefly. I've fulfilled the
terms of my contract. I'm sorry for your loss, but you need to learn to
move on. Isn't that what Charles would have wanted?"
Tanya let her go, turned, and walked away. The woman did not pursue her,
though she still looked a bit worse for wear. Tanya shook her head to
herself. One of the difficulties of dealing with the distraught was that
they were prone to becoming irrational. Well, her business admittedly
relied on that to a degree.
In her efforts to escape the hysterical woman, Tanya's frosty departure
had sent her down a series of back alleys she was not familiar with and
the young woman found herself lost. She kept walking though, picking turns
at random or on instinct while twirling one of her long black tresses
around one finger, giving the lock an agitated tug each time she found
herself in a dead end.
"Ma'am," a voice called out behind her at one such roadblock. Tanya turned
slowly to face her new company. A tired looking man about her height
regarded her with curiosity and... hope? "I apologize for eavesdropping,
but from what I overheard, are you perhaps the one they've been referring
to in whispers? The Necromancer?"
Tanya forced herself to smile. "When you put a lady's back to a wall, you
may find her willing to be whomever you ask her to be, but that does not
make it true."
"M-My apologies," he stammered, coughing. He offered a stately bow, giving
Tanya a moment to take in who she was dealing with. His attire might have
been classy if not for unchecked wrinkles and a handful of unfortunate
stains. He had a mustache that was beginning to merge with an unkempt
beard, to the point that Tanya was surprised he was comfortable walking
about in public. As he straightened up though, his posture and way of
speaking suggested that he was probably noble or at least well off in any
event, but the slovenly state of his appearance carried potent
connotation...
"Forgive my earlier presumptions. If you are not too busy, would you be
willing to lend an ear to this lonely man?"
Tanya frowned but could read through the lines well enough.
"Very well, I suppose I can at least listen..." she agreed.
True to his word, he led her out of the labyrinth and emerged near a
quaint, quiet cafe where Tanya followed the man to a table. The cafe was
not busy, but it was public enough, that Tanya did not think he would try
anything untoward.
"I apologize again for approaching you so suddenly, madam," the man began
once they were comfortable and drinks on their way. He removed his hat and
took a moment to fix his ruffled brown hair. "Your dress and veil, while
beautiful, haunted me as soon as I laid eyes upon them. My wife passed
suddenly in an accident just a few days ago. The funeral service is this
weekend, but it still does not feel real to me..."
"I'm sorry for your loss... Mr...?" Tanya prompted, taking a sip of her
newly arrived tea.
"Dixon, Edward Dixon," he offered over his own cup.
"Mr. Dixon. My name is Tanya, and I understand the pain you are going
through," she continued, deciding to attempt her usual pitch. "I may seem
young, but the war affects us all, even away from the front lines." She
lowered her voice carefully, so that it did not carry. "In my own grief, I
explored some dark arts, but the truths I discovered in mysticism are
unyielding. The dead cannot come back to life, but for the recently
departed, it may be possible for them to visit home one last time."
Dixon's eyes lit up for a moment before he had the discretion to mediate
his expression. Tanya normally only took one client per town before moving
on, but with male clients were somewhat rare, she found that she wanted to
help Mr. Dixon.
"It is good that you found me now. Had it been too much longer after your
loved one's passing their soul would have been too far and too long gone
to reach still. That said, I want to reiterate that the dead are, as we
all are in time, destined to find their ultimate resting in the afterlife.
The time I can grant you is for closure - an opportunity to say your last
goodbyes. Even if I'm able to bring her back, she will still have to leave
once more," Tanya cautioned, trying to be as explicit as possible after
the trouble from her last client.
Dixon listened attentively. "If I can just see her one more time, anything
else would be a bonus," he whispered.
Tanya gave him a sympathetic smile. "Do you know where she's being kept
until the funeral? We can talk about costs once I make sure my powers will
work."
Daisy Dixon had been an attractive woman in life. Her red hair had a bit
of curl to it, ending just above her shoulders and though she had a bit of
hard edge to her nose, it was not harsh enough to detract from her overall
beauty. Her chest was well endowed, her waist small, and her hips
motherly. Her untimely death truly left the world a drearier place.
Fortunately, whatever caused her demise had left her body seemingly
untouched, though that was a bit concerning in its own way.
With Mr. Dixon's permission, Tanya alone stood before the body of the
departed Mrs. Dixon in the morgue. The sheet cast off, she examined the
corpse thoroughly from head to toe. Closer inspection corroborated with
her earlier observation - there was not a scratch on her.
Assuming there were no surprises, she was a suitable subject.
Tanya pulled the sheet back over her and returned to Mr. Dixon to discuss
the particulars.
Tanya tied back her dark hair in a tight bun. It had been a long afternoon
of legwork to get ready so quickly. She sought out acquaintances to
supplement Mr. Dixon's accounts, all to build as complete a picture of
Mrs. Dixon's life before death as possible. The more she knew, the more
thoroughly she understood the recently deceased, the better chance she
would have at finding and coaxing her soul back into her body for one last
night, or so she claimed.
Tanya's black dress, veil, and undergarments lay folded safely in the
corner, no need to risk them getting dirty. The cold air of the morgue did
not seem to bother her bare skin though. Her chest was not as big as Mrs.
Dixon's, but her mounds were still large enough to jiggle when
unconstrained.
Raising a scalpel, she began to work. Experience as a hunter and as a
coroner had led her to this curious business of desecrating the dead. With
practice and confidence, she cut into Mrs. Dixon's cold flesh. She meant
no disrespect, really, but she had decided long ago that her service made
better use of the remains than a mere burial or cremation.
It took about an hour for her to finish; a good time, likely thanks to how
well preserved Mrs. Dixon was compared to the sinewy battered soldiers she
usually dealt with. Curiously, one concern Tanya had at the beginning was
that Mrs. Dixon had died from a disease, and there was a risk that the
pathogens persisted within her even after her death. Not that she delved
too deep under the skin, but over the course of her work, Tanya did not
find any major signs of death by disease. That did however raise a new
concern: how did Mrs. Dixon die?
Edward Dixon felt his heart jump as the sound of the rickety back door
reached his ears. She's here, he thought, half hoping it was not instead
some lucky thief. He tried to keep his eyes on his newspaper, but the
words slid past his eyes as he found himself intently focused on following
the light foot steps growing ever closer.
"Eddie..." she murmured, her voice a bit strained as emotion came over
her.
The newspaper was forgotten in his hands, and when he bound to his feet,
it fell to the floor. He stared. Just as promised, there she was. She wore
the outfit he had picked out for her - a low cut navy blue dress and
corset combination that elevated her delightfully large bosom and
highlighted the curve of her hips.
"Daisy!" he breathed. "I... I can't believe it."
Daisy smiled shyly. "I'm sorry left you behind..." she looked up at him
through her eyelashes while he stared, still processing what he saw.
Finally, he seemed to accept it and swept her up in a hug, followed by a
deep kiss.
"Thank you for coming back, even if it's only for a short while," Eddie
mumbled around his mustache. The beard had blessedly been shaved - it
seemed he knew well enough to clean up for his last meeting with his late
wife. "How... how much time before you have to go?"
Daisy's expression grew pained. "Less than I might have hoped, but..."
then she seemed to relax a little, her face becoming perhaps even a bit
minxy. "It would be imprudent to go out, but we can stay in and..." As her
body was pressed against his still, she could feel him realize what she
implied. He quirked a small smile of his own and took her hands in his
own.
"That would be lovely."
Eddie led her up to their bedroom and closed the doors behind them. Daisy
pranced into the spacious master bedroom with a twirl, sending her long
dress fluttering while she seemed to take in the room full of intimate
memories with a wry smile.
"My, you wasted no time letting things fall into disarray without me!" she
commented in mock chastisement.
Eddie gave pause before grinning sheepishly. "You know I'm hopeless
without you."
Daisy sat on the bed and beckoned to her husband. When Eddie entered her
reach, she quickly undid his belt and opened the front of his trousers,
freeing his modest cock. She happily took it between her lips and began to
fellate him.
"Wow! You're mouth is hot and moist..." Eddie remarked carelessly, "it's
as if you're alive again..."
Daisy pulled back to free up her mouth, while continuing to stroke him
with her hands.
"I don't quite understand it either, but isn't this better than... well
the alternative?"
"Indeed..." Eddie agreed.
Her tongue returned to massaging his member and before long she brought
him to his first climax.
"Daisy, I'm cumming!" he warned, and she positioned herself to catch his
seed in her mouth. The white ropes of jizz shot out with force though, and
a number of globs overshot, landing on Daisy's face and in her silky
auburn hair. She swallowed down what she collected.
"Mhmm... that must have felt good, huh? Have you been holding it in since
I passed?" Daisy wondered, cleaning some of the excess from her face. "But
don't hog the pleasure all for yourself."
She began untying the straps of her corset and once free of it, lifted her
dress over her head, leaving her in her lingerie. Her large bust strained
against her brassier but she laid back on the bed and raised her legs
while she slid off her panties invitingly first. Her supple sex peeked
between her thighs.
"Take me, dear," she whispered.
Eddie obliged, stepping up to the edge of the bed and lining up his
manhood with her rose before pushing inside. Daisy moaned in pleasure,
letting her legs part so that she could wrap them around her husband's
thrusting hips.
The two sex-starved lovers came together, Daisy's folds writing and
coiling in pleasure around Eddie's cock as he poured his ejaculation
inside of her. Tensed bodies then relaxed, but only to catch their breath,
before the copulation continued in a new position.
"Daisy, darling, may I take this hole, too?" Eddie asked, nuzzling her
anus with his stiff, hot cock head while she propped her self up on all
fours.
"Our time runs short, my love," Daisy warned. "I would give you my
everything, but this body is all I have left. This is I fear our last
round, so if you wish it, you may even have me there."
"I see..." Eddie responded, taking Daisy's hips and pulled, entering her
ass. "Ha... wow, you're even tighter here! And I was afraid you loosened
up in death, since you never let me try anal when you were alive!"
"Nghn..." Daisy grunted as Eddie began banging her from behind. "Wha-?"
"Yeah, you were a real bitch when the blinds were closed," Eddie spat
acidly. "I worked my ass off and shared my fortune with you, and you
lounged around at home, spent my money, but when it came time to put out,
I was little more than a toy to you."
Daisy tried to turn to face the sudden aggression she felt from Eddie, but
his grip was too rough.
"E-Eddie? You're hurting me..." she whimpered, nervously. "Why?"
Eddie snorted. "Good! Not getting to fuck you like you fucked me when you
were alive is one of the few regrets I had had when I offed you the first
time. But now I get to ram you like this, AND have the satisfaction of
killing you properly."
A low growling groan punctuated his last statement as he came, painting
the inside of Daisy's rectum with his white slop. He pulled out and
stumbled back off the bed with a happy sigh. While they both caught their
breath, Eddie leaned on a nearby dresser.
"And the best part is, the case is closed. You're already dead. Poisons
are a clean, deceptive weapon, but they're terribly boring and safe. This
time, I can make as much of a mess as I want," he giggled. The man opened
a drawer and pulled out an eight inch heavy filleting knife.
Daisy wearily rolled over and sat up. "Huh? You... you're the one who
killed me?" she asked weakly.
"Huh? You're still keeping up that act?" Eddie's head tilted curiously to
one side, his gray eyes glassy, casually brandishing the utensil turned
weapon. "If you were the real Daisy, you would have known. She realize it
too late, but I made sure she knew. No, Daisy was a totally different
person at home, no one but her and me would have known though, so tough
luck.
"You know though, I could earn back a good chunk of my money Daisy spent
if I turn you into the authorities, Miss Necromancer. They should even
take your corpse if I leave it in the hollowed, defaced skin of my late
wife. Don't worry about me, I've got the connections to figure it out
later."
Eddie, mounted the bed, while Daisy tried to crawl away from him, but with
the headboard against one wall, the only paths off the bed would bring her
closer to her assailant. Desperate still, Daisy tried to throw herself to
one side, but a flash of steel pierced her leg.
She screamed and dark crimson blood sprayed out from the wound. Eddie
seemed pleased as each jerk or twist coaxed another small spurt. With
tears in her eyes, she offered one last plea.
"Eddie," she gasped through the pain, "please, stop this... before you
regret it..."
Eddie frowned. "I admit you've got more gall than I gave you credit for if
you're still saying things like that even now," he sneered as he jerked
his knife free of Daisy's leg. "But regardless, regret could not be
farther from what I feel right now. 'Cathartic' would be the better
description, I think!"
Daisy rolled onto her back to try to fend Eddie off with her arms but he
got around her, this time stabbing the blade into her stomach. She writhed
and gasped, but this time did not cry out.
"Ha! As expected of a corpse, you're getting used to this, huh?" Eddie
mused. "Here, Daisy always loved mixing pleasure and pain." He jammed two
fingers into Daisy's vulnerable pussy while twisting the knife. "Of
course, it was always her pleasure and my pain, back then."
He jerked the knife free, only to bring it down once more, in another
spray of blood, but Daisy's eyes had glossed over already.
Supposing she was dead, Eddie tried to remove his fingers from her cunt,
but found he could not. Something constricted around his fingers with
surprising strength.
"What the-?"
As he prepared to pull out the knife to try cutting himself free, Daisy's
head snapped up, and her mouth opened.
"You were warned."
Her lips and tongue never moved, rather, the coarse, gurgling words
emanated from within her throat.
Eddie opened his own mouth to retort in alarm, but as soon as his lips
parted, a jet black tendril shot out of Daisy's open mouth and gagged him.
With only his knife hand free, he let go of the blade handle to grasp at
the tentacle blocking his windpipe, but another tentacle burst from the
hole previously carved in Daisy's stomach, wrapping around his wrist and
holding him back. With failing breath, Eddie's struggles slowly grew
sedated until he finally fell to the blood stained sheets. Only then did
the unnatural black appendages retreat back within Daisy's body.
Eddie woke with a gasp, prompted by pain in his rear end. He groaned. His
skin felt... loose? Weakly, he glanced up and was greeted by horrific
sight.
Daisy's old full body mirror had been moved from the corner to by the bed,
positioned just so that he could behold the sight of himself pistoning his
hips into Daisy from behind. But he was the one being penetrated. As he
stared in uncomprehending fear, he saw the reflection of his form open his
mouth, his jaw distending far wider than it should, to permit a swarm of
black tentacles, each with a neatly circumcised cock head attached to it,
spill out. He felt them as they made contact with Daisy's bare back; the
shaking of hips never ceasing the movement of Eddie's own cock within him.
The tentacles were thick and slimy, and Eddie felt them as they coiled
around Daisy's body, wrapping her hips, her breasts, her neck in their
uncomfortably moist embrace. Several helped themselves into his mouth,
which he had not even realized had been hanging open, and they pushed
themselves down his throat, but this time, only for a time before
retreating to make sure he could breath. His surreal captor apparently
wanted him to experience this.
Unable to fight the unholy writhing mass, Eddie was left helpless as he
endured the nightmare, with each thrust, feeling his grip on sanity
steadily erode. When the beast came, it filled him with its cum, pouring
it down his throat, into his ass, and even into the pussy he now somehow
had. The hot creamy semen coated his back and buttocks and legs - every
part of him was slathered with a thick coating of jizz.
"Thus is the punishment for harming my dear daughter, Ta?h?," a gurgling
voice seemed to reach his ear. The tentacles blessedly began to retreat,
leaving him to fall upon the bed sheets in a soggy puddle of cum.
Eddie was not quite unconscious, but he lacked the energy to move. Even
the uncomfortable pressure of Daisy's large breasts wedged under his chest
failed to rally his muscles to act. It was a struggle just to look up,
into the mirror as he caught a glimpse of his hijacked visage returned to
some degree of normalcy, but not for long.
He watched himself climb off the bed and plunge his fingernails into his
chest, literally tearing his skin open until the black haired Tanya stood
panting. Her top half female, while still wearing Eddie's skin below her
waist, she peeled off the rest of him, muttering to herself as she went.
"Oof... Thank you for saving me, Father... I'm sorry for getting
careless..."
She wrestled a single black tentacle cock from within the sheath that was
Eddie's own manhood. The tentacle retreated back within Tanya's sex on its
own and she finished removing her legs from the skin. With an irreverent
toss of her foot, she kicked the skin aside.
"No, I really felt sorry for him, and since he could pay, I thought it
would be okay... I did do research! You know I'm thorough with it.
Everyone said he and Mrs. Dixon were nice people, but they hid a side of
themselves from the rest of the world, I couldn't have known!"
Tanya glanced around and found Daisy's dress from before and pulled it
over her head. Still mumbling to herself, she left, leaving Eddie alone.
When he finally mustered the will and the energy, he pulled himself up
unsteadily. Surreal as it was, he truly had become Daisy... a dead woman.
Shakily, he hobbled over to the skin of himself Tanya had discarded, but
found it too torn to salvage... He glanced down at himself. A large pair
of fat tits, wide hips... and several stitched closed wounds. It might not
have been so bad if he had not become the one person he hated more than
himself...
The filleting knife was still on the corner of the bed...
"You've nothing left," he could imagine Daisy's taunting voice. No, he had
spoken aloud himself. His own gruff, masculine voice came out of Daisy's
lips. "Disgusting," he said to himself, continuing to vocalize the memory
of his abusive late wife. "You ended up just as twisted and ugly as me. If
getting rid of me was a service to the rest of the world, you might as
well finish the job."
Eddie felt those same lips curl in a defiant sneer. That would be what she
wanted. But the sooner I kill myself, the sooner I'll see her in hell, and
that's a reunion that can wait. Eddie felt his new long fingernails dig
into his palms as he balled hands into fists. Fuck that. He had not lost
everything - he still had the skills that had made him successful in the
first place, he still had his own dream that had been forgotten under the
weight of his abusive relationship.
He stumbled getting to his feet. His center of gravity was lower, and the
way his hips naturally splayed felt foreign, but he managed. He hobbled
over towards the master bath, but stopped in the doorway to look back over
the nightmarish state of the master bedroom. Blood and cum splattered
about, human skin and sheets alike in tatters. An apt metaphor for his
life at the moment. He could clean it up... but perhaps a reset was what
he needed. Or at least a hot shower.
The sound of the opening tap was met with a sigh of relief in the hallway
just outside the master bedroom. Tanya shook her head.
"I was really afraid you had gone too far this time, Father. We were that
close to drawing unwanted attention from the wrong deities."
...
"If you were strong enough to fight them on even ground, you wouldn't be
sharing a body with your daughter!"
...
"Isn't it about time Raga took over hosting you?" she pouted as a blush
spread across her face. She set off down the stairs and snuck out the back
door of the residence. "Well, since we got two clients in this city, we
won't have to work again for a bit. After what you did to Mr. Dixon,
perhaps it's best 'the necromancer' lay low for a while anyway."
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