Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbed)

Tybalt and Dero took a seat on the bed, ignoring the chairs.

Both of them knew they probably wouldn’t be using any other furniture for the rest of the afternoon.

As they sank into the plush surface, the violet haze around them faded away.

“You know, that’s a very interesting skill,” Tybalt said meaningfully. “I didn’t even know you could do that until today.”

They both had the same thought, he thought he could tell. Then the dark elf surprised him.

“The reason I don’t use it when we have sex is because I don’t really mind being overheard,” Dero said, looking him steadily in the eye. “I’m pretty sure Vidalia gets off to it, and it makes everyone else jealous of me. Why would I have a problem with that?”

Why indeed?

“Now are you going to reward me for being a good elf out there with the royal couple?” she asked, a teasing edge to her voice. “Or do I have to get down on my knees and beg?”

Maybe you can kneel later…

Tybalt pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her hungrily, running his hands over her fully clothed body, rubbing at her quickly-hardening nipples through her top and pushing her skirt up to stroke her thighs with his other hand.

Their tongues entwined, and he felt a shift in the intensity of Dero’s kissing as she got more into the act. Her hand slipped inside his pants and began rubbing his tip, making wet circles with her palm.

“He’s happy to see me again, huh?” she muttered as their mouths parted.

Tybalt pulled her top over her head and kissed her hard, erect nipples, then up her collarbone to her neck. His fingers moved up her thigh, and she moaned as soon as he touched the molten heat of her entrance, barely separated from his fingertips by her underwear. She was already a little wet for him, just from the anticipation that had built as they walked down the hall.

He slid the sodden underwear to the side and started fingering her, stroking at her silken entrance with the familiarity the two of them had earned over the last several weeks.

A sudden rapping sound came at the door, and Tybalt’s fingers reflexively curled. He almost scratched instead of stroking the dark elf’s tender flesh for a moment. He pulled his hand away, stilled, and took a few deep breaths as he and Dero both listened. Then they heard the sound of something being placed on the ground and feet walking away.

Just the servant, probably leaving the food and drink we asked for.

Tybalt rose and started to move toward the door, but Dero grabbed his arm.

“Oh, no no no. We’ll get that later. You have more to do here first.”

He went with her pulling and climbed on top of her, pressing the dark elf down into the bed. His fingers went back between her legs, while her hands undid his pants and began stroking his already hard shaft up and down.

Neither of them was in a mood to be patient. The stroking lasted for only a minute or two before he angled his tip at her entrance, pulled her underwear a little further to the side, and pressed into her.

“Oh, yeah,” she said loudly as he entered. Her cheeks burned. “Make me scream. Let’s get rough.”

Tybalt obliged, thrusting in hard and fast without the usual buildup. He knew Dero could take it anyway.

“Yeah, harder!” she demanded.

He pulled almost all the way out and thrust in so hard that he moved her body several inches forward. Then again. This time they slammed into the headboard.

“Everyone’s going to hear that, you know,” Dero teased.

Tybalt grinned. That’s why she wants it like this. You naughty little…

He grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her mouth up to meet his, and they shared a long elven-style kiss.

Then he pushed her legs up, folding her until her feet were over her head. He pushed in even deeper from this angle, and she moaned, her face shifting into a lewd expression.

“Oh, oh yeah…”

Tybalt hammered into her harder, faster, using her shoulder and her neck as handholds when he wasn’t grabbing her firm, athletic ass. He timed his thrusts so that they occasionally kissed for a few seconds at a time, but mostly he just focused on giving it to her with as much speed and force as he could.

This was Dero, after all. He had already been with her enough times to know she could handle it. She could take whatever he could dish out.

Her moans grew louder. The headboard became a drumstick they smacked against the wall over and over, beating out a melody of lust that anyone in the palace could hear.

Finally, the cries reached a crescendo. Her orgasm ran through her whole body, and her womanhood clenched so tightly around him that Tybalt had to stop moving or he’d finish immediately.

“Don’t…” Dero whimpered as she started to come down. “Stop…”

“What?”

“Don’t stop,” she said, panting. “I want you to finish with me next time.”

He felt her hand on the fingers he had wrapped around her legs. She didn’t do anything particularly sexual with the touch, just stroked his hand.

“All right,” Tybalt said. He leaned in, and they exchanged a long kiss that felt like it contained more than lust.

But perhaps it was just his imagination.

He thrust into her hard and fast again, her body even more responsive than it had been before, her muscular lower half thrusting back up into him, squeezing and massaging around his shaft, trying to milk his seed from him before he could bring her back to the peak again.

He kept going, trying to reach the same speed and force as before.

The headboard smacked against the wall again, the same drumbeat, but more erratic this time as he gave in to his animal passions and focused more on taking his own pleasure from her body.

He still kissed Dero, still groped and squeezed and lifted her ass as he fucked her, but he didn’t think about slowing down or timing things to delay his own orgasm.

She seemed to feel his sense of urgency, and she moaned more animalistically as her body responded by squeezing and thrusting back even harder. One of her hands stroked his balls, while the other rubbed her nipples and fondled her small chest.

Tybalt found himself wishing, as he pinned Dero’s legs down, that today he would impregnate her. The conversation earlier, the last few months of spending time together, the sheer intensity of their sexual chemistry, and his desire to make this woman his own on the most primal level all swirled inside his head.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his face inches from hers, sweat pouring down both their bodies.

She didn’t say anything back, just leaned up slightly so she could give him a long, lingering kiss. She seemed to share some of the same feelings. Between men and women, some things did not need to be said.

When she approached her next climax, she moaned loudly, nodded, and looked him in the eyes.

“Come with me, Tybalt,” she said. “I want to feel - ohh.”

He thrust into her a few more times, then ten more times, harder and faster, looking her right in the eyes as he did it. Her cheeks burned with pleasure, her eyes stared at nothing, and she threw her head back and moaned again as she came.

Tybalt finally let himself burst inside her. The squeezing and massaging continued, milking him for every drop of his seed. He leaned down and rested his forehead against Dero’s, panting. He wasn’t completely tired - both of them had the stamina to do this for hours more - but he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Maybe it was simply from asserting his claim over this woman he had grown increasingly attached to. Maybe it was because, despite her fierce independence, she seemed to agree with it. She was his woman.

Then he felt an unexpected warmth surround him - greater warmth than he usually felt inside Dero.

“Oh, I don’t—” she muttered, staring down at her stomach. “I don’t believe this.”

He looked down.

A violet glow emanated from the tattoo just above her womb. Tybalt could only partially see it - he hadn’t bothered removing Dero’s underwear or her tiny skirt, only her top - but he knew what that glow meant.

Tybalt leaned in and met Dero’s lips with his own in a long, affectionate kiss.

Now the marriage plan feels even more real, he thought. If I needed any more reassurance.

“We were just talking about this,” he said, breaking into a smile as their lips separated.

“Yep. I’m going to be a mom… again.” She sounded elated at first, then added that last word, almost under her breath, with an air of sadness. He thought he saw tears gathering in her eyes.

Then she blinked and smiled at Tybalt. The moisture was gone, if it had ever been there. Her cheeks darkened with an intense emotion that he couldn’t be completely sure of.

“You… I should tell you, I don’t want to talk about the last word of what I just said, you understand? It’s possible… that I never will.”

Tybalt nodded. “It’s fine. Your old wounds are yours to discuss or hide as you prefer.” He took her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. “I’m just… really happy to get this good news. I’m proud to be making a child with you.”

Dero locked eyes with Tybalt, and her lips curled into a faint smile. Maintaining eye contact, she took his hand, pulled it to her lips, and then sucked his fingers, one by one, into her mouth, until she had almost his whole hand inside and was sucking all five of his fingers.

The same fingers Tybalt had been using to stroke her earlier.

Fuck, that’s hot. He felt it as his expression changed from a proud father anticipating the expansion of his family back to something more lustful.

She finally pulled his hand out of her mouth with a wet squelching noise. Breathing heavily, she spoke up again.

“The mating press position did its job,” she said, sounding like she was making a conscious effort to shift back into lust mode herself. “Another round from behind?”

Tybalt grinned.

“To celebrate.”