Legends of Belariath
Augustus Coldfist
The Abyss is Dark and Torrid
The Necromancer stood there in front of the noble, His dark robes fell over him. His hair was long and black, similar to his clothes with the exception of the small splashes of crimson on the robes. His arms folded in protest.
"I will sign no such document, you might as well proceed to kill me before i limit my conduct with my Lord."
The Pyromancer was easy to anger regardless of the situation really. She was reacting to the sheer insult of the man not bending to her will. The air around them grew hot as her anger reached its breaking point.
"Very well"
The Firebirds wings would ruffle a reaction to her anger that was uncontrollable. One thing was certain her element certainly was controllable as her hands weaved through the air. The Necromancer could hear the tell tale pops and crackled of a disturbance of arcane energy. Within moments a fiery spew was thrown toward him.So hot that it could of matched that of Uvelcras volcano.
The necromancer would soon fall, however stubbornly as the fire engulfed him. He stood before her making no noise as if the fire didnt hurt him at all. Before long his bodily functions took over when the pain was no longer bearable. The Necromancer fell to his knees and then to the floor of the castle. Flesh was so hot it was falling from the bone.. cooked.
He heard voices, he knew them. One was The Firebird. The other was an officer of the house. Soon it all melted away. It seemed like only minutes, the only feeling the necromancer could describe was falling. He was gaining a sort of consciousness but it was not of the realm of the living. The falling feeling stopped and soon he was upright. Looking beneath him he could see nothingness below. He thought of the Torians, and air mages, and how this must be what it felt like to fly. Perhaps if he returned he would learn the spell.
"Don't be so foolish to think you need a spell here, my dear."
The voice was slow, cool, and feminine. It sent an instant feeling of sensuality up his spine. An unknown attraction before even seeing the source. The Necromancer looked around in the darkness seeing nothing, no shadows, no movement.
"Who are you?"
A faint noise in the distance, although distance did not exist in this place. It was merely a presence being sensed somewhere in this realm.
The cool, seductive voice surrounded him, filled him and took him over .
"You know me well, It is I you seek each and every time you push your powers into the depths. Opening whatever cadaver you find. It is I you feed when you rip the souls from the living sending them to dance my cold dance of eternity."
Soon the darkness turned to a faint grey. The presence of something ending the darkness. The form that moved without moving. A feminine form moving toward him with a sadistic smile. The hair was dark, barely seen as it blended into the dark background. It was slightly darker he could see it ebb and flow around her form with no cause. She lacked clothing. Her skin was milky white. Eyes were a deep blue though he could only tell when she was closer, and her lips were pale and blue as if no blood had moved through them in eternity. Her hand reached out running a finger across his cheek and to his jaw line, tracing it and then moved across the Necromancers lips. Her touch was cold, a deep penetrating cold moving to chill his bones. A shiver moved down his spine as he let her take over, giving himself to her.
"My mistress..."
She was beyond the gods reach. She was something no one could defy, everyone complied no matter what. She was the Omega, the harbinger of all things. In time, she would engulf all that ever lived. This overwhelming power in front of him, her hands slowly moved around his naked torso. He could feel the chill move around his body. Her arms now fully moving around him. Her dark hair having its own mind too would slowly curl around him. Even the strands of hair radiated an aura of power. Some curled around his arms, fingers, neck and body, lightly.
His hand moved to her face, his fingers gently moving along her neck and up to her chin. Jade eyes swirling with a dark shadow locked into her barely visible abysmal eyes.
Her voice spoke, commanding everything in this realm and the next.
"Take me in, accept me. Let me take you over... feel the power i am offering you..."
Mistress death moved in. Her bloodless lips moved to the necromancers. The necromancer soon could feel a shiver. The awesome power of this being now fluctuating between them. His mouth opened letting her in. Their tongues moving softly at first, and then more into a torrid embrace. The necromancers hands moved down the beings back, toward her curvaceous ass. He would pull her into him, and her legs would wrap around his waist. In moments he was inside her. She arched her back and the darkness moved around them lighting enough as faces looked toward them. Thousands, perhaps limitless groans filled his ears as the dead watched from angles unknown to him. With each thrust into the being he could feel static along the hairs on his form. Power he was familiar with death energy surged around them, through her and into him.
She broke their kiss only for a moment. Biting on his lip and breaking the skin barely. A light pain and playful. A small amount of his blood could be seen on her lip. She would grind against him lightly as her hand moved to his bare chest. Another hand moved to his lips gathering some blood on it. She would move that to his chest wiping it across his chest in an odd symbol. She would bite her lip looking down at him and then bite harder. Releasing a small drop of dark blood. Perhaps it wasn't blood at all. She wiped it up with her index finger and laced her blood on top of his own. Her blue lips curled.
"You are mine Augustus, You serve me now above all others. Just as you always have. I will show you power, i will give you greatness."
Her hand spread over the symbol. She did not need hand movement or incantations to cast spells. She was the embodiment of necromancy.
"Give me your offering, now."
A purplish aura poured from her palm into the mans chest. Her hips ground against him harshly in effort to make him cum and quickly. The Necromancer had no choice. He was guided by magic and her orders. He grunted, and sighed trying to find breath. He had felt this way before however it was much different. The burning in his loins built quickly. The purple aura grew against the darkness embodying them both as the Necromancers head tilted back and his muscles tightened before letting his hot sticky seed pour into the being. As the cum coated her insides the purple aura surrounded them growing in intensity.
"Go... and bring me death."
The aura now blinded him and something jolted him. Grabbing his shoulder. Someone had been searching for him in the spirit realm and had pulled him back to his body.
He lay on the alter in the middle of the Cave of Dwindling Light. His eyes opened and he looked to the ceiling. He was back to the realm of the living. It had seemed later on that this experience with Mistress Death had lasted for 8 days. He was back, but... things were different, much different in his mind.