The Necromancer's Wife: A Dark Romance

by Cara Vance

  I spun around, probably far too quickly. What the hell was he doing awake?! My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene.

  Harold stood there in the kitchen doorway, entirely naked. He assumed a casual pose, his still flaccid member hanging between his legs. For all I knew, he could have just gotten up to take a piss and noticed me missing.

  “Um, I have to get back...” I paused, racking my brain for an excuse. Wait...college! “I have some studying to do.”

  “Now?”

  “Big test next week.”

  “I see,” Harold said, moving into the room and taking a step toward me. “So then, might I ask what you’re doing in here?”

  “I was thirsty.”

  “Oh, well then, that’s okay,” he replied evenly...a little too evenly. “Perhaps I’ll join you.”

  Grabbing a glass off of the counter, he opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the pitcher holding the neon green liquid, the one I had mistakenly sampled some time back. “Care for some?” he asked, pouring a bit into his cup.

  “That looks...kind of weird,” I said, not quite sure how to answer.

  “Don’t worry. It’s just a little...energy drink,” he replied, taking a sip. “Good for the stamina.” He had barely just swallowed, but already I could see it having an effect. Harold’s dick gave a twitch and then began rising to attention, quickly swelling until it reached maximum size. “Ah, that’s better.”

  Thinking quickly, hoping I could turn the situation around, I stepped toward him. I put a seductive undertone into my voice as I said, “Well, maybe I don’t have to leave quite yet.” I reached out with my hand and brushed it against the tip of his now fully erect cock. His manhood might be recharged, but, hopefully, his body wasn't. With any luck, a good hard fuck would send him back to dreamland.

  He smiled at my touch. Without saying anything, he grabbed the sides of my shirt and began lifting it. I raised my arms to accommodate him. A moment later, he unceremoniously tossed it to the side. I stepped forward, topless, and began to stroke him.

  “So why did I hear the front door open and close?” he asked, looking me in the eye. All at once I felt far more naked than I was.

  “I was just stepping out for some air. It’s a nice night.”

  “Really?” he asked, sounding not altogether convinced.

  “Let’s not worry about that right now.” I slipped out of my shoes and then unbuttoned my jeans. Trying to look more wanton than nervous, I slowly wiggled them down past my ass - hoping I was putting on a good show. I kicked them to the side, then slid my panties down.

  “That’s better.” I stepped up to him and lightly ran my tongue over his left nipple.

  “I could have also sworn I heard my car,” he replied, running his hands through my hair. “But that couldn’t be right, could it? You told me you couldn’t drive.”

  I did?

  “Must’ve been someone el...URK!” I gasped as his hand balled into a fist and yanked back my head.

  Harold pulled his arm up, yanking me to my tippy toes by the hair. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes from the pain.

  “Oh, look at that,” he calmly said, dragging me over to the box I’d left on the counter. “What do we have here?”

  “Please!” I whimpered, trying to sound scared. It was pretty easy, since I really was. My rational mind insisted there wasn’t much he could do to me; that I was already dead. That didn’t matter, though. The pain was real. At that moment, I was as alive as anyone else. Much to my surprise, I realized I didn’t want to die...again.

  “Tsk tsk,” he chided, giving my head a shake. “Be good or else.” The threat was obvious.

  With his free hand, Harold tore the package open. Every time I so much as twitched, he would yank harder. Much more and I - Julie - would be scalped.

  “Powdered mandrake root?” Harold asked, looking at the contents. “Let me guess, you have a chemistry test this week.”

  “I...”

  Harold spun me around before I could say anything more. The breath was forced from my lungs as I was roughly pushed up against the kitchen island. His hands forced my head down, bending me over it. The cold marble of the countertop was an immediate shock to my naked torso, but not as much as what he did next.

  I let out a yelp as the tip of Harold’s dick pressed against my ass. I felt the fingers of his free hand spread me and he began to push inside.

  “Let’s see just how tight you are, my dear,” he said with an almost eerie calm as he violated me. This wasn’t like the previous times. Those women had been experienced. Julie was very young. In the art of anal sex, I had little doubt she was still a virgin. This was confirmed a moment later when Harold entered me from behind. I felt like I was going to be torn asunder as he pushed inside of me inch by inch. I cried out in both shock and pain.

  “What’s the matter, Lydia? I thought you liked this.”

  How did he…?!

  “Lydia?” I gasped. “I don’t...”

  “Don’t assume me stupid, my dear,” he growled just before thrusting again. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know?”

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  Harold continued to assault me with both his cock and his words. I don’t know which stung more.

  “How could I not know?” he asked. “I told you, no one has ever been able to please me like you could.”

  I fought to keep my voice steady, not wanting him to know how badly he was tearing me apart. “How long?”

  “I’ve suspected for some time now. Tonight just confirmed it, Julie.”

  I immediately realized my error. How could I have been so sloppy? He hadn’t told me her name. How else would I have known it? One stupid little slip up had done me in.

  “It was clever of you, I’ll give you that,” he continued. “Somehow you figured out how to extend your stay. Am I correct in assuming it has to do with the mandrake?”

  I gritted my teeth, both unwilling to answer and not wishing to cry out.

  He answered my silence with a series of thrusts, the bastard. I reached out with my hands and grasped the far edge of the island in an attempt to get away, but it was futile. He had me pinned and knew it.

  When next he spoke, his voice was thick and heavy. My only consolation was that he was so obviously enjoying what he was doing to me that he wouldn’t be able to last long. The only question was: then what?

  “Fine, don’t talk,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. When I’m finished here, I’m throwing out everything and starting fresh.” His hands reached around and grabbed hold of my breasts, squeezing them painfully hard. “Do you hear me?” he growled. “I’m not done with you. Not now, not ever!” I could tell he was close, just by the sound of his voice. “I’m going to keep bringing you back, Lydia, for as long as I please and there is nothing you can do about it.”

  I had to keep him talking. I didn’t think he would kill Julie...at least I hoped not. However, he was certain to keep me restrained until he was sure I was gone this time.

  “You killed me, you motherfucker!”

  Harold stopped his assault for a moment; no doubt, it was as much to draw things out as it was to hear what I had to say. “Finally remembered how you died, did you? Took you long enough.”

  I hadn’t, but there was no need to let him know that. He had just confirmed it, anyway. “I remembered all right...remembered what a limp dick excuse for a man you had become.”

  There came an angry snarl from him, followed by several quick thrusts into me, driving himself in, balls deep. I bit down on my tongue, not wishing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

  “You drove me to it, you bitch! I told you I was working to fix it, but you couldn’t let up. You never did know when to shut the fuck up and just do as you were told. But I showed you, didn’t I? You’ll never belittle me again. You'll never say no to me again. The only thing you’ll do is take it in whatever way I want to give it to you. You exist only to please me, bitch!”

  H
is breath was coming in ragged gasps now. It was only a matter of seconds before he came. I didn’t know what would happen afterward, but if I didn’t think of something quickly my fate would surely be sealed.

  “You’re pathetic, you know that, Harold? The only way you can get it up is with the help of your moldy old god. What did you have to do, suck Osiris’s dick to get his help?”

  “Do not profane the father,” he panted, increasing his tempo. “I am his servant, his faithful high priest. You are my gift from him, his reward for my diligence. You are mine!”

  His body tensed up and a hot stream of fluid erupted from him, filling my nether regions. I couldn't help but let out a pathetic hiss of pain. It felt like I was on fire back there.

  He was right. There was nothing I could do. Whatever happened next, he would bring me back again and again to debase and humiliate me. I knew that I would never again have the chance to be free. I had squandered my time foolishly.

  Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stopped struggling and accepted my fate.

  He pumped his hips twice more, emptying himself, before bending down to whisper in my ear. “You are bound to me...forever!”

  Wait a second!

  Harold was the priest...bound to me? My mind began to race, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. He had called Osiris the father. The father...but wasn’t he a husband too? Osiris had died, been brought back, but chose death again...choosing to exist amongst the dead, the fallen.

  Oh my God! It all finally made sense. It was still a long shot, but it was better than nothing. If I lost, then I wouldn’t be any worse off than I was now. I had to fight back.

  Harold was still bent over me, chuckling into my ear. I could feel his semi-rigid cock still planted in my ass. “What did you think of that, bitch?” he asked from directly above me.

  I had only one chance.

  “This!” I shouted. Using all of the flexibility of Julie’s lithe body to my advantage, I arched my spine and threw back my head. The top of my skull smashed directly into Harold’s face with a resounding crunch. I heard him cry out, and then the pressure was gone. He was both off of and out of me.

  I quickly turned to find him holding his shattered nose. I was momentarily saddened that I hadn’t gotten a chance to do the same thing to his dick, but pushed those thoughts away. A busted nose was painful, but it wouldn’t stop him. Sadly, as good of shape as this body was in, Harold was still much larger and stronger.

  “You fucking bitch!” he slurred through his hands. “You broke my nose!” He made a grab for me, but I was ready. I nimbly sidestepped and moved to the opposite side of the island, putting it between us. It wasn’t much, but it gave me the breather I desperately needed.

  “I still owe you for my neck,” I growled back.

  Harold lunged over the countertop toward me, quicker than I would have given him credit for. For one terrifying moment, I was in his grasp again. Fortunately, his hands were now slick with blood and I was able to pull free.

  Stepping out of his reach, I took a quick look around, grabbing the nearest object I could find.

  It would do nicely.

  “Have a drink, asshole!” I cried, swinging the glass pitcher at him. My aim was true and it shattered against the side of his head. The supernatural green concoction flew everywhere, but the impact had the desired effect. Harold’s eyes rolled back in his head and he went down like a ton of bricks.

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  Adrenalin continued to pump through my veins and my heart was going a mile a minute. All the while, I could feel Harold’s vile seed slowly leaking out of me. The entire scene was surreal. The more I took it in, the more I felt like I was about to go into hysterics.

  No!

  I brought up a hand and gave myself a sharp smack across the face, needing to keep my focus. If I lost it for even a moment and Harold woke up...well I didn’t want to think what he might do to poor Julie, much less me.

  There was also my remaining time to think about. I had maybe two hours left. That wasn’t a lot, but hopefully, it would be enough. It had to be.

  Either way, I was only going to get one shot at this.

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  Thankfully, Harold still had the handcuffs he had used on Julie during her first visit. They were easy enough to find. He kept all of his toys in one of the bedroom dressers. I didn’t immediately see the keys, but that was okay. I didn’t have any need for them at the moment.

  He was still out by the time I got him secured. That I had not-so-gently bumped his head a few times while dragging him to where I wanted him probably helped a little in that regards. Oddly enough, I didn't feel bad about it at all.

  That deed done, I just needed a few minutes to think. I was sure I had the first part of the riddle figured out. Likewise, I thought I knew what I had to do for that final passage. It was gruesome, but perhaps no less so than what Harold had done to me...or would have continued doing. The brutal savagery he had shown just a short while ago confirmed that he was little more than an animal. With his magical skills, though, he was considerably more dangerous...and I think we all know what happens to animals that are considered a threat.

  Unfortunately, the middle part of the riddle was still bothering me. Harold was the priest; that part I knew. The flesh of the priest bound to the fallen. Something about it was sparking a memory, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

  Bound...bound...what would bind a...

  That’s when it hit me. The Aztec hoe, that metallic shard around the neck of my corpse. It was what connected my soul to my body. It acted as a tether. Could I remove it and put it on Harold? Somehow, that didn’t sound right. Also, doing so might sever my connection. If that happened, all would be lost.

  Then I remembered it...the receipt. Harold had spent ten grand on the damn thing and not just on one. He had bought three of them. If I could just find them in time...

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  “Harold...Harold, dear, it’s wakey wakey time.”

  “Uhhh,” came the semi-conscious reply.

  That was a good enough answer for me. What I had in mind would definitely wake him up the rest of the way.

  I’d gotten lucky. I had first torn apart the kitchen and then his office without finding what I was after, eating up nearly an hour of time. Finally, I had caught a break. Stuffed in one of the storage boxes just outside of the basement back room - not too far from where I had stored my own purchased supplies - were excess spell and altar components. Amongst them were the missing hoes. I grabbed one. It was all I needed for now. The other...well if things worked out, I had plans for it.

  Having retrieved that which I hopefully needed, I quickly fashioned a crude necklace for it out of twine and placed it upon Harold’s neck. Then, seeing that I still had a little extra time, I decided to retrieve the special toy I’d purchased on a whim some months back. It was stupid of me to waste the time, but damn if it didn’t seem like the perfect karmic justice.

  Harold woke up, just as I finished strapping it on to myself.

  “What...where?” he asked, right before realizing he couldn't move. I’d handcuffed him in a kneeling position, bent over his very own altar.

  “Welcome back, Harold...for now at least,” I tittered, picking up the cup I had brought down with me from the kitchen. I leisurely strolled around to his front. His eyes focused and grew wide as he saw what I was wearing.