Firstborn: Necromancer Chronicles (Erotic Fantasy) Book 3

by D. R. Rosier

  My curiosity built as the day went on. One good thing about being immortal and not needing sleep is I knew when they worked me to death, and without sleep, that it wouldn’t matter all that much. My first shift was twelve hours, and everything seemed to go well. Dr. Andoman told us he’d see us tomorrow, adding pointedly a half hour early to review any changes or new patients.

  My curiosity had built over the day, so smart or not, I headed over to the warlock’s room after reading his chart. Jeremy Ashton was a mystery. I also thought Andoman would expect me to be over whatever he thought today was about, so I needed to at least get them not to freak out… like we all had earlier.

  I knocked softly and stuck my head in. The demon was on her feet again, and Jeremy looked extremely wary. Now that my mind wasn’t blowing up I took in the details. The demoness of course had long black hair, dark brown eyes with sinfully long eyelashes, and a body that Barbie would kill for. She looked like pure sex. She didn’t look angry though, if anything she looked worried, and protective.

  I thought that was very strange. Demons are usually constantly pissed off when enslaved to a warlock. Jeremy was a little older than me, twenty nine. He had black hair and gray eyes.

  “Umm, can I come in?”

  Jeremy nodded and grabbed the demoness’ hand.

  I walked in but kept my distance, I felt very focused and ready for anything.

  I explained why I was there, “I’m an intern here, this morning was just as much as a shock for me as it was for you. Can I ask… why are you here for knee surgery?”

  He frowned, “Like the witches would heal me, or a sorcerer?”

  I sighed, “But… can’t warlocks heal themselves? Sorry, you’re the first one I’ve ever spoken too that wasn’t trying to kill me at the time.”

  He looked sick, “They can, but not like witches or sorcerers. Warlocks have to create a healing medallion and perform a ceremony over it before it will heal. The ceremony includes… human sacrifice, so I’m here instead.”

  I shook my head, curious as hell to ask about the demon too, but I felt like I had reached my quota for personal questions in this first conversation. I considered healing him, but held back. I wasn’t sure he would trust me to use my magic on him. So curious.

  “So, tomorrow when I show up in my doctor like coat, can we play nice? I give you my word I will bring no harm unless attacked.”

  I saw them both relax, and realized I probably should have started with that.

  Jeremy said solemnly, “You have my word as well.”

  I felt that he spoke the truth, about all of it. He was a warlock who found the idea of human sacrifice disgusting. I bemusedly nodded and left the room. I ducked into the locker room; no one was there so I popped into limbo and went home. It was only as I stripped off my clothes and got in the shower did I realize I hadn’t even asked the demoness for her name…

  I had never even considered it before. They had always been trying to kill me, but they were just as sentient and alive as all the other races. I felt a little guilty as I remembered the protective look on her face; I had as good as treated her as the warlock’s appendage. She was just as much a mystery as he was.

  I got out and threw on a robe. Bree had the news on the TV so I plopped on the couch and rested my head against her.

  Bree asked, “Okay day?”

  I smiled, “I’m so proud of you, taking another day off.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me.

  “It was okay, met a warlock and demoness. The strangest thing is he seems like a really nice guy. Even the demoness didn’t seem all that bad.”

  Bree growled, “I’m coming tomorrow.”

  I smiled and stretched up her body to kiss her cheek, “You’d better love.”

  We watched the news for a while. There were riots going on in Russia. Some scientist claimed him and his partner opened up a window into another dimension, and saw a strange looking city. The device however exploded and killed his partner, so he had no proof. The talking heads were making fun of him, some of the guests were freaking out about defying the laws of god and nature.

  It was kind of a mess actually. Why the hell did Vinnie submit that paper? What would happen if the humans opened a portal that was stable? Would they stay at home and panic, or kill what they couldn’t understand. I still wasn’t sure which of us were first born, but from where I was sitting Vinnie had just handed the humans a way to end the world.

  I felt the edge of an idea, but on the surface it sounded both insane and reckless, crazy seemed an apt description. It would be like cutting off a leg to save a life, and I needed to think on it a lot more.

  Bree and I turned off the television and I put on some music and grabbed a drink. My thoughts were a little dark and I wanted to change that.

  “You up for the beach? I asked.

  Bree grinned, “Sure, sounds good to me. Rafe said he would be back tomorrow. He went home to report all the dirt he’s collected on you.”

  I mock glared in her direction.

  She snickered, “Don’t worry; I’m sure your bedroom perversions won’t make the report…”

  I stuck my tongue out at her, “Go get a suit on, unless you want to go to a nude beach?”

  She blushed, “Maybe the private one?”

  I went to tease her a little more, but smiled instead when I gave it some thought, “That sounds wonderful actually. But I don’t think my pager will work there…”

  As a resident I needed to be available twenty four, seven.

  She shrugged, “Have a ghost watch it and tell you if it goes off.”

  I smiled wider, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  She snickered, “Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll do all that thinking stuff for you.”

  I growled and spanked her ass, “Remind me why I love you again?”

  I did as she suggested before I surrounded us in my magic and teleported to the island.

  She giggled, “For the abuse obviously.”

  It was rather dark, being nighttime here as well, but I set up some soft magical lights just bright enough to see the ledges around us and the surface of the hot spring, but not bright enough to ruin the reflection of the moon on the ocean below us. There was a slight breeze.

  I shook my head in mock exasperation, “That can’t be true.”

  She stepped into me and pulled me tightly against her while kissing my neck right below my ear. Her hands pulled my robe apart and it flowed off my body onto a pile around my feet.

  She whispered, “There might be other reasons,” as she slid a hand between my legs, teasingly cupping my mound. She wiggled her middle finger slightly against my barrier, teasing the slit separating my labia but not penetrating.

  I moaned in pleasure and worked at her clothes, I wanted to feel her smooth silky skin against mine. When she was naked, she led me into the pool and pushed me back onto the smooth seat. The hot water felt good as my body was enveloped, with an anticipatory smile she crawled into my lap, her ass was far back on my knees and she pulled my face forward with one hand while holding her breast up to my mouth with the other.

  I gladly wrapped my lips around her tight nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She moaned very lightly in a breathy voice into my ear. I felt my center tighten and tingle.

  Over the past few years I had become much more focused in my life. I hardly ever let my guard down. I was in control and competent with my magic. Conversely, my need to be controlled and dominated in bed had gone through a similar transformation, becoming much more intense. I needed to let it all go, to give myself over to my partners, to be a vessel for their pleasure. Nothing got me hotter. I always felt so sexy when I submitted to my lovers and they found pleasure in me. It was the one time I could truly let go, and I knew I was safe with Bree and Rafe.

  I heard a small pop as my suction released, she had grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard. Her nipple was swollen and glistened in the light. She pulled my head to her other nipple by my
hair. I was caressing her waist, hips and the bottom of her breasts while suckling her other nipple. She put a hand between my legs and teasingly ran it up and down my slit.

  My voice was muffled into the flesh of her breast as I moaned in need.

  She pulled my head back again and then stood up with a wicked grin on her face. I wondered what had put that grin on her face and it made my ready core clench.

  Bree ordered in a sultry tone, “Ask nicely and I may let you eat me.”

  I blushed, she usually only got this demanding when we were alone. Although for me, alone was relative. I was also incredibly turned on as I watched the beads of water from the hot spring run across her soft skin, tracing the curves of her incredibly body and the tight channels of her mesmerizing sex.

  I said breathless begging tone, “Please let me eat you, taste you, pleasure you with my tongue…”

  I couldn’t tell you why being submissive turned me on so much, all I knew was that it did… It just felt so… freeing. There was nothing more that I wanted at that moment but to pleasure her until she covered my face with her juice. In the end it didn’t matter, it was what I loved and that’s all I needed to know.

  She pulled my face between her legs and I licked into her tasty heat, the gasp I drew from her made me shiver in pleasure.

  “Good girl,” she purred, which made me double my efforts at pleasing her.

  I felt a flush of pleasure when she said that to me. What made it even hotter was I could feel all the ghosts I was bonded too paying attention through the link, and they all felt my reaction to her words through our bond. It was the ultimate experience in exhibitionism, they all knew I was a little tramp for Bree and how proud I was of that fact, and it drove me crazy with lust.

  I couldn’t help myself; I whimpered in need and reached down between my own legs and worked two fingers inside myself, causing me to groan in both pleasure and desperation up into her body. My other hand reached between Bree’s legs and pulled her toward me with a grip on her ass, my middle finger rubbing and teasing her tight little brown hole.

  She gripped my hair tighter and said between gasping breaths, “That’s it, suck in my clit. I’m almost there, don’t you dare cum before me.”

  As soon as she said not to, I felt myself rise almost uncontrollably as my fingers moved in and out of my tight channel. I felt myself start to bear down on my fingers and froze as I desperately sucked, flicked with my tongue, and bit down on her swollen clit.

  I was desperate to taste her cum.

  She pulled my hair hard and grounded her wet heat against my face. Her scent and taste were overwhelming. I felt her honey rush onto my face, covering my lips, chin, and running down my neck onto my breasts. The feeling of it set me off…

  My core tightened and then exploded into ecstatic blissful rapture.

  When I came back to the real world, she was breathing hard and sitting on my lap again. She held me as I did her, and we exchanged soft kisses. We spent quite a long while just worshipping each other, the tenderness between us so much more intimate after what had just passed.

  I realized we had nothing to drink, had come unprepared, so I summoned a couple of beers from the fridge at home.

  Bree said smiling, “Thanks love.”

  I laughed, “Your welcome.”

  Bree frowned, “I want you to be extra careful okay? Rafe didn’t say anything, you know how tight lipped he can be about his job, but he looked worried.”

  I nodded, “I’ll keep a look out, if I was any more alert though I’d have a stick up my ass.”

  Bree tittered and said in a naughty considering voice, “Now there’s an idea.”

  I snorted and spanked her nipple playfully. I could tell she was really worried about something, but I gasped when she slipped a finger into my core. She started to work it in and out while holding me still. I could have escaped with my necromantic power, but as far as muscle strength she was a revenant and had me beat hands down. Even more than that, she would never feel fatigue, her invading fingers would never grow tired. I couldn’t move at all as she teased and pleased me.

  I was completely under her power and still couldn’t move at all, which made it all so much hotter for me. I eagerly gave up my control to her, stared into her eyes, and let her take me where she willed. I gasped and felt tears in my eyes as my core tightened and I felt my body tremble against hers as I uncontrollably exploded from her ministrations. But she didn’t stop.

  Bree said sultrily, “You’re so hot when you do that… Such a pretty slut, and all mine. I don’t think I can stop until you’re a quivering mess of flesh.”

  I whimpered and then cried out in ecstasy as I felt another crest coming only to have it cut off into a silent gasp as the rapture broke over me, stole my breath, and wracked my body in intense pleasure. It was a long time later when she finally stopped and I had long ago lost count of how many times I’d cum. I was a hot mess and my whole body was sore and weak. She held me for a while and we stayed there and talked between the comfortable silences until we watched the sunrise together.

  It was time to start a new day…

  I actually wasn’t running late for my second day. Despite the shared shower and the opportunity I’d taken for a little payback, not that she’d minded, I was running on time. The Metra ran right by the hospital, so I just decided to take it a couple of stops. Teleporting was great and everything, but it gets old, and I’d miss a lot of things if I travelled that way all the time.

  I sensed someone with magic on the train, it had a familiar sense to it but it took me a moment to place it. I’d only felt it once before. Fae. I snapped a shield up. Two years ago I couldn’t have done that in the company of humans, but Rafe had been trying to teach me to hide my magical aura.

  I was nowhere near capable enough yet to do it completely, it was very complex. It was more like a bunch of little tricks on top of each other. One of the ones I had mastered pretty easily was just hiding it visually, so despite being covered by a shield, there was no golden light. Any other supernatural would still sense the magic, but it couldn’t be seen.

  It took a bit of concentration and wasn’t automatic, which is why I didn’t do it all the time, only to practice or when humans were close by. I sat down and looked around, catching the brown aura of magic across from me and over a few feet. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and light jacket with a hood to hide his ears.

  I felt him probe my shields with his mind magic and could see the frustration he couldn’t get through. Why was he here? I had thought we’d be done with this. I thought I’d be able to kill him fairly easily if I had to, but he wasn’t pushing that hard on my shield, and there were humans all around us. I could cloak my magic, but I wouldn’t be able to hide it if he started bleeding all over the place.

  He followed me off the train and toward the hospital; it was a two block walk. I stopped halfway there and turned on him.

  “What do you want?”

  He looked around at all the people around us and smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. Then he attacked my mind. I felt my shield struggling and looked around as well. My normal shield was strong, but it wouldn’t hold out forever, I couldn’t cloak my sword and shield since that magic actually became solid. Those would have held him off indefinitely, but the humans would see it.

  The only advantage I had was he couldn’t use any of his powers that would be apparent either; he had to stick to his mind attack. I looked around again and ran for the nearest alley. I wasn’t sure if I would make it, and as I turned the corner I slipped into limbo and blew out my breath.

  I just had to take the fucking train…

  I walked back out and could see him walking away, briskly but not fast enough to call attention to him. I called a ghost to me and set him to follow from within limbo to prevent any chance of detection, and then I teleported to the hospital as walking no longer held any attraction.

  I slipped into my scrubs and I took the time to review the upda
ted charts and two new ones. I still had about twenty minutes, my mind was trained to read fast and remember stuff, memorizing patient charts was not a hard task. I grabbed a coffee and sat, and started to consider what the attack could mean. I had thought they were too afraid to take action.

  Did they know who the firstborn was? Or did they think one of us had done what needed to be done and they were targeting us both, or something else maybe? Shit. I wasn’t sure, but something had changed. I took out my cell phone and texted Vinnie, letting him know to be careful. I also planned to have a long conversation with Rafe when he got his ass back here.

  I also had a Fae to kill…

  “Good morning!” her cheerful voice startled me, though I’d felt her come in.

  I smiled, “Hi Callie, how’s life treating you?”

  I giggled when she smacked the back of my head.

  “Yeah yeah, like I ain’t heard that before. By the way, you smell absolutely divine.”

  I snorted, turned my head and looked up into her glowing almond eyes, “Like I haven’t heard that before?”

  She shrugged, “Vampire humor, fairly straight forward. You busy tonight after work? They have a new club opening and I bet we’d paint the town red together…”

  I groaned loudly but couldn’t help my grin, “Really? Red? You want to go dancing?”

  She nodded sagely and winked, “Yes, I like living dangerously, plus it will really freak out the coven.”

  I arched an eyebrow, “Dangerously?”

  She snorted, “Of course, vampire hanging with a necromancer? It’s like a mouse playing with a lion, I’ll be a legend…”

  Why not? I could use an infusion of fun in my life.

  “Sounds like fun actually, but I have something to take care of first. Text me the time and place? I should be there around ten.”

  She nodded and said, “I’ll do that, see you tonight,” as she walked out.

  I checked the time and I only had a couple of minutes. I dumped the rest of my coffee and headed out to meet Andoman and Allison. The day went well; the rounds went off fine this time, even for Jeremy’s room. The demoness still looked wary, but didn’t act confrontational this time.