Murdering Her Light

by Michael Clement

  I scowled, despite how bad my body felt.

  “Please, rebel and wear clothing,” she said opening her mouth open wider, exposing her deadly fangs. “He has told me that I get to hurt you if you show up wearing anything. And, I am always hungry.”

  Then, the monster turned and scuttled away.

  Shambling over to the sofa, I picked up a black dress that was nearly backless. A spider web of straps crisscrossed it, to give the dress some substance, but not a lot of covering.

  Scowling further, I slipped it on. It covered my front nicely, but, when I reached around, I could feel the top of my ass, just a tiny crack, peeking out.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, unhappy with his choice.

  Sitting next to the dress were shoes with black lace that wrapped around my legs. I could barely get the shoes on. My back hurt so much.

  Finally, covered in sweat, I stood up and made my way to the surface.

  I nearly passed out from the pain, but I made it to the top… to the black door.

  -- M --

  Everyone watched me as I tried to walk slowly past them with some dignity. My back and legs were covered in blood, and I was showing all of Comfort’s stitches.

  No one helped me.

  Not one fucking soul.

  They even refused to meet my gaze, looking away like the cowards that they were.

  The necklace that Zebulon had created felt heavy around my neck. It was the stone that he had pulled out of my back, making much more of a bloody mess than he needed too.

  It took me nearly two hours to reach the Room of Ribbons.

  This morning, it only took me about ten minutes to get to his door.

  I pushed open the room and found my Mistress sprawled out on the bed, stoned out of her mind. Annah, Lilly, and Sarah were naked and just as stoned. All four of the women were passed out.

  “Great,” I hissed.

  I sat down and started crying. This morning, I felt surrounded by love. Now, I felt alone in a hostile world that enjoyed my pain.

  “These people are going to fucking kill me,” I sobbed.

  “Only if you let them,” a man said from the doorway.

  He was tall with ebony black skin. His hair was cropped short, and he had a tiny whisper of a beard. His body was tight and hard, the build of a fighting man. And, his eyes were a beautiful light brown. They were almost golden, they were so faint.

  He was wearing the gray cloth of a Walker.

  On his back was a black leather bag and in his hands was a staff wrapped in more gray cloth.

  “My name is Daniel, and I came here looking for her,” he said, pointing at Tori.

  Then, he pointed his staff at me. “I wasn’t expecting to find a Warlock. I haven’t killed one in years.”

  “Oh fuck!” I cursed.

  Then, I broke into tears again.

  I lowered my head and began sobbing into my hands.

  I was done.

  My back hurt so bad and the shoes were pinching my feet.

  “Kill me,” I moaned. “Everyone else wants to.”

  Daniel strode over to me.

  I expected him to kill me.

  He loomed over my body for several minutes. Finally, I looked up at him, prepared to feel the swing of his staff against my face.

  Instead, he was looking at me funny.

  “You have Prudence Criswell’s tattoo on your neck,” he muttered.

  Reaching out, he turned my head and ran his fingers over my neck.

  It felt so good.

  I shivered involuntarily and placed my hand on his knee to keep from falling.

  A tiny spark leaped out of my fingers and into his leg.

  “Why do you have that?” he asked, unaware that I had just jinxed him.

  “My teacher gave it to me,” I answered, keeping my hand on his leg.

  “Tori?” he asked, as he set his staff down.

  “Yes,” I murmured.

  Then, I shook as my back cramped.

  “Oh,” I moaned, bending over so that my head was nearly in his lap.

  His roving fingers twitched when he saw the stitches and all the blood.

  “You’re injured,” he said, stating the obvious.

  I gripped his knee tighter, willing him to like me. I didn’t want to die today.

  “It's the work of my other teacher,” I explained. “Zebulon.”

  “It is illegal to become a Warlock,” he said. I looked up into his eyes with my tear-stained face. He was so handsome.

  Leaning in, I breathed in his scent. It was a deep musk with the hint of leather.

  My companion woke up and sent a trill through my hand and into him. My eyes grew big when his companion answered. I could feel it sending a vibration through my fingers.

  Again, my body shivered almost uncontrollably.

  “Let me help,” he whispered.

  Slowly, Daniel picked me up, while I made certain to keep my hands on his flesh. He set me down on his lap, with one of my legs on either side of his, with my body facing him.

  Daniels hands slid around me and then pulled me closer to him. The only place he could hold me was on my ass. Everything else was covered in blood and stitches.

  When he touched it, I shivered and my companion trilled louder.

  Daniel grunted and his eyes grew a little glazed.

  Pulling me closer, he kissed me.

  It wasn’t anything like Tori’s kiss. He was all man. Daniel’s whiskers rasped my skin, but in a comforting way . His breath smelled lightly of chicory smoke mixed with bourbon.

  I shivered when Daniel’s thumb began stroking the skin directly over my ass crack.

  It felt heavenly.

  Slowly, I felt a ritual bloom into existence inside of him. A warm glow sufficed his skin. Everywhere he touched me, energy flowed into my skin.

  Carefully, Daniel laid his hand on my back, making me flinch. But, he didn’t stop. Energy continued to flow off of him, and eventually, the pain began to recede.

  He was healing me.

  It felt so good.

  My stomach felt like it was full of liquor. I became warm and a bit giddy. My flesh tingled, my nipples hardened, and I became wet.

  Then, desire began to roam my flesh, as Daniel leaned over and kissed my neck.

  His lips burned on my skin.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to rub my naked clitoris against him.

  “Oh fuck,” I whispered. God, that felt good. Suddenly, I was extremely happy that Zebulon hadn’t given me panties to wear.

  Daniel grew hard under me, as he poured more energy into my wounds.

  I began to vibrate and shake, as I continued to rub against him, harder and quicker. The stitches on my back began to snap and explode, as the new flesh pushed them out.

  But, I didn’t care. The pain was gone.

  I grabbed the sides of Daniel’s face and buried my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on mine expertly, as he rolled us onto the floor.

  Somehow, he got the cloth to follow his commands, because suddenly, his dick was pressed up against my naked womanhood.

  I jerked upwards, burying him within me.

  Daniel groaned and growled.

  And, all that time, I kept my hand on his arm.

  Daniel was huge. He nearly split me in half.

  I moaned, as he forced each delightful inch to dig into me, deeper and deeper.

  “Yes,” I groaned, wrapping my legs around him as my companion hummed within me.

  Putting his hands on either side of my face, he worked his hips back and forth, as I jammed both of my heels into his ass.

  Clinging to him, I began using my internal muscles to clench and release at just the right moment.

  My companion began singing within me, trilling, chirping and singing in delight. I felt my loins grow tight, as his rhythm began to falter.

  “Harder,” I commanded.

  I felt another spark pinch out of my fingers.

  Suddenly, Daniel grew eve
n harder within me. His rhythm picked up, and he groaned in ecstasy.

  I felt it coming.

  Closer.

  And, closer.

  And, then, bang, my body vibrated. I threw my hips forward, arched my back and screamed in delight as I came hard.

  I squeezed him so tight that Daniel came within me, filling me with his hot release.

  That release became power, as I felt it flow through my whole body and slide into my companion. She moaned and purred within me, as she came as well.

  Electricity roared through my body, and I came twice as hard in response.

  And, not once did I let go of Daniel. I gripped his arm with a deathlike intensity, keeping my spell firmly attached to his flesh.

  Daniel lay down on top of me breathing deeply.

  I had mind -fucked him.

  Oh my god, what was I becoming?

  - 22 -

  “What’s your name?” Daniel asked, as he climbed off of me, while I continued to keep in contact with his body.

  “Truth,” I replied.

  Daniel smiled and helped me up.

  “You are the prettiest woman that I have ever seen,” he said, making me feel awful.

  “She should be,” Tori quipped. “She just mind-fucked you.”

  I looked at her, scared out of my mind.

  “She did not,” he responded, as he slid my hand down his arm and into his waiting fingers.

  Tori slowly pulled her stoned ass out of bed. Then, she shivered. Her body gave a brief glow, then she bent over and threw up in a garbage can.

  Should I kill her? I wondered.

  I didn’t want to die.

  Then, I shuddered in horror. I can’t believe that I even thought of killing Tori.

  My Mistress stood up and walked over to us, completely comfortable being naked in front of Daniel.

  And... Daniel didn’t care. He just held my hand and kept smiling.

  “Truth, let go of him,” Tori admonished.

  “He’ll kill me,” I whispered, already tired of being scared.

  “I won’t let him,” she said. “Please, trust me.”

  My companion within my body contracted, giving me a hard cramp. I took a sudden intake of breath and bent over, trying to rub the cramp out.

  “Don’t let your fear control you,” Tori insisted. “You’re scared, which makes her scared. Tell her that it will be alright.”

  “Will it?” I asked.

  She took my other hand and suddenly I felt a little better.

  “Hold my hand,” she said. “Let go of his.”

  “I’m afraid,” I said, feeling awful, but I was already feeling safer and more confident.

  “Let go,” she insisted, stroking my arm with her other hand. “It’s alright.”

  I hated being weak.

  And, I hated what I had done to him to survive.

  I needed to trust Tori, even though my companion was screaming in fear within me. Pissed off, she sent another massive cramp into my stomach.

  Moaning, I bent over in pain, but slowly, I opened my hand, letting go of Daniel.

  He didn’t let go of me though.

  “Let go of my hand, Daniel,” I said, keeping my voice low.

  “I don’t want to,” he said, gripping me tighter.

  My companion rejoiced. I could feel her urging me to grip his hand back. Visions of Daniel fucking me again filled my mind.

  Tori slid in close and kissed Daniel. “Let go of her, my husband,” she urged.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, as I spread my fingers wide in disgust. “Husband?”

  Slowly, Daniel let go of my hand. Then, he began to shake, like a wet cat.

  “Wake up,” Tori insisted, holding him tight.

  Daniel looked at Tori like she had just appeared. “I was having a dream,” he said. Then Daniel saw me holding her hand.

  He peered at me like I was someone who he had dreamed about the night before.

  Then, he looked back at Tori.

  Suddenly, Daniel realized that he was naked.

  “She mind -fucked me?” he asked.

  Tori nodded.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You were going to kill me.”

  Daniel squished his brow together, trying to remember.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because she is a Warlock,” Tori answered.

  Daniel instantly looked angry. “Tori, that is against the law.”

  “I know,” she said. “But we are going to change the law.”

  That stopped him.

  Finally, she said. “How? Why?”

  “Truth is going to become the Sorceror of Burning Tree,” Tori explained. “And, I am going to become the Maestro.”

  “The spiders won’t allow that,” he said.

  “The spiders are leaving,” she replied. “And, they are giving me the book.”

  Daniel’s eyes got big. “They know that you know about it, don’t they ? ”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Oh baby,” he whispered. “They’re going to kill you.”

  “No,” she answered. “Truth is going to read some old manuscripts to them that tells them the location of the Shadarstalk. They will pay anything for it, including giving me the book.”

  Daniel took a deep breath, took Tori’s hand and led her back to the bed. He sat down next to the two stoned women like it was normal.

  Quietly, he sat and thought about her words. Every time Tori opened her mouth to speak, he held up his hand, asking for silence.

  Finally, his beautiful brown eyes looked over at me.

  “Can you do it?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “What language is it in?” he said.

  “Cursive,” I responded, thankful that my grandmother had forced me to learn how to read it.

  He shook his head. “Never heard of it.”

  Then, he let his gaze start at my toes. It flowed up my body, taking in all of my piercings, before it ended at my eyes.

  I flushed. It was a hot, manly gaze that made everything in me clench .

  “You fucked me,” he said.

  I looked left, then right, finally, I nodded.

  “You rolled my mind and enthralled me,” he continued.

  Again, I nodded.

  “She is your apprentice?” he asked Tori.

  “Yes,” Tori said.

  “You gave her Prudence’s tattoo,” he stated.

  “Yes,” Tori said.

  “You burned my dead wife’s tattoo into your Warlock apprentice,” Daniel continued, becoming angry.

  Tori looked down.

  Daniel reached under her chin and lifted her face until it looked back at him.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “And, I’d do it again. Prudence would have liked her.”

  Daniel stared at his wife, then he kissed her softly.

  “So be it,” he said. “Let’s make you a Maestro.”

  - 23 -

  “Zebulon is going to make you pay for each curse, hex, or jinx with pain,” Tori told me. “Shadar feed off of dark emotions and feelings, like pain or fear.”

  “Who stitched you up?” she asked, as she picked the stitches off of my back.

  “Comfort,” I said.

  “Oh, she is a wicked beast,” Tori replied.

  I looked down at Sarah, who was still sleeping next to Annah. While I was watching, Lilly flipped over and farted.