I was already intrigued.  But when I read the line "So that sucks", I was done for.  Hooked.  I knew this was a read I wouldn't be able to put down. 

Fade to Black is the first installment in the Awake in the Dark series by authors Tim McBain and L.T. Vargus.  It's a psychological horror, but that doesn't stop it from delivering on the funny.

I'm not talking 'campy' horror humor, but actual funny.

The authors are unique in their ability to use slang terms like 'mow' (chew) and 'nard' (testicle) without loosing the reader.  It's because the story is communicated from the POV character. 

Jeff Grobnagger is a young man with a really sucky affliction.  He keeps having seizures, and while his body is busy flopping around on the floor, he's suddenly in another reality all together and getting the life strangled out of him.  

So that sucks

After another adventure in strangle land, he meets Glenn.  A crazy cat man who makes even crazier, delicious food.  Glenn has a problem, he thinks Jeff can help, only one thing is stopping Jeff from obliging Glenn's request.  Jeff couldn't give a shit.  Or can he?  I'm not sure... that's about as far as I've gotten. 

L.T. sent me a message on twitter and DARED me to download the teaser for her book.  Never one to turn down free teasers, I was only too happy to do so.  Fade to Black and it's sequel Bled White are now at the top of my eBook list and ready to be consumed, but I couldn't wait to blog my first review. 

I really can't wait to see where it goes from here. 

Download your teaser HERE!

... so I've given up on the previous template.

This one will have to do for now.

Someday I'll be able to afford a custom design.

Anyway... back to the grind!!

I doez it!!

The moon wasn’t full…

No spooky owl signaled that anything creepy was going on…

There were no candles, or chanting, or drippings of blood on the crypt floor…

There was only the Necrophites…

They had gathered again…

Jennifer, Catherine and Toby were sitting against the south wall, passing a liter bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey.  Meg, John and Rick were sitting against the north wall passing a blunt.  Sarah crouched nervously near the entrance watching Eric with wide eyed admiration as he thrusted and huffed against the backside of the corpse.  That was Eric’s only rule when it came to joining the Necrophites.  Bisexuality was a must.  They could only risk taking one body at a time and it wouldn’t be fair to leave anyone out.  

Sarah bit her lip.  It was her turn to go next.  She hated being the center of attention but it was Eric’s celebration night and he had chosen the order.  

Eric began to grunt, signalling his orgasm.  He finished, slowly writhing and then bounced off the body with vigor.  Sarah was amazed that the sex always seemed to energize Eric, not wear him out.  Eric pulled up his pants and fastened them.  The group, including Sarah, applauded him and he gave a curt bow before turning to Sarah and waving her up to the body.

Sarah rose unsteadily and approached Eric.  He helped her flip the body over.  The others respectfully averted their eyes as she undressed and mounted their prey.  Everyone except Eric, who watched her begin her slow rise and descent on the rigid little branch of a penis the corpse was able to give her.  Eric enjoyed the voluptuous sight of her slightly overweight body and wondered what she would feel like cold and dead beneath him.  Eric was only dimly aware of the fact that he loved her, which is why he picked her to go after him.  

A few hours later, after everyone had taken their turn.  After they had carefully redressed and re-crypted their lover, Eric joined them in smoke and drink as one by one they toasted their fearless leader and wished him well on his much deserved vacation.  Toby, especially, toasted to how jealous he was that Eric was headed to New Orleans for two whole weeks of fun in the French Quarter.  

A few hours later, when the whiskey was drunk, the pot had been smoked and the sun was just peaking over the gravestones and trees.  The Necrophites disbursed, each going their separate ways.  

Eric went home to sleep it off, his flight leaving in only 18 hours, and he still had to pack.

Three nights later Eric was finishing a lush dinner of pulled pork and potato salad at The Joint.  Some little hole in the wall place he’d seen on Diners Drive-ins and Dives.  The food was great, making him a bit randy.  Eric decided it was time to check out what else the French Quarter had to offer in terms of entertainment.  He bussed back to his Uptown hotel, located just a few miles from the Valence Cemetery.  He checked his bag for the essentials, crow bar, flashlights, lube… and set out to have some fun.  

Several sites had lit candles and fresh flowers.  Eric picked one that looked new at random.  It met all the specifications, it was in a quiet end of the cemetery without much foot traffic and it looked as if he could slip inside unnoticed.  

He looked over his shoulder a few times before ramming the tip of his crow bar underneath the rim of the tomb and heaving it off.  Deep down he knew he’d never get the lid back on himself but he wasn’t thinking about that on the surface.  All he could think of was his hard cock pressing against the stiff fabric of his jeans and what might lie inside the tomb waiting for his touch.  

He wasn’t disappointed.  She was beautiful and fresh.  She had dark skin and long black hair that flowed over her shoulders and framed her peaceful face.  Her breasts were large and begged to have their nipples sucked.  Eric reached down and spread her feet apart one leg at a time before gently and stealthily stepping down and taking his place between her legs.

“Hello my beauty.”  He pulled down the elastic of her blouse and balanced his weight on one hand at her side while he explored her breasts liberally with the other.  He dipped his head down and coated her stiff nipples with his saliva, casually nipping at them once or twice.  With his free hand he reached into his back pocket for the lube and lifted her skirts enough to reveal the treasure between her legs.  He found the lips of her vulva easy to separate and gradually worked his fingers inside her one at a time.  “Shhhh my darling,” he whispered down to her as he kissed her slack lips and undid his belt and zipper.  “I’m not going to hurt you.”  Secretly he relished in the fact that he wasn’t sharing this one.  He pulled his cock free and settled himself between her legs feeling her give into him almost immediately.  Eric nestled his head next to hers and proceeded to gently take her.  The lube made her feel wet against him and soon he was lost in simply having something so beautiful all to himself.  He didn’t have to show any bravado to her.  He didn’t have to take her savagely to meet the approving stares of an audience.  He just slipped in and out of her, over and over again, feeling his orgasm slowly building deep within him.

Eric moaned down to her, deliberately holding himself back from finishing and attempting to savor every moment of the razors edge between tension and sweet release.

Eventually he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He relinquished his control entirely to her and let her sweet form take him over the edge entirely.  The entire world faded only to a dim buzz around him for the long moments it took for him to spend himself inside her.  

It was so unlike what he felt when he was with the Necrophites.  This didn’t invigorate him at all.  Instead he had to fight to stay awake as his penis softened inside her.  

Finally he found that he could move again.  He kissed her sweetly and lifted himself off of her, returning her body to the way he had found it and presenting himself with the new task of getting the lid back on top of her.  

Just as expected he was unable to lift the heavy slab and eventually had to settle for leaving it open.  Hoping no one had seen him, he slipped out of the graveyard, still carrying the scent of her on him.  

He was hungry.

This was new.

Eric stopped back at the hotel and dropped his gear before heading down to the hotel restaurant to see what he could find to nourish his exhausted body.  Settling on catfish and chips he dined in silence, replaying every moment of his conquest in his mind and feeling his cock stiffen again.  There would have to be a shower and some attempts at masturbation before he could sleep he was thinking.

Finishing his meal Eric wiped his mouth and hands on the linen napkin provided for him and tipped his waitress heartily before leaving the table and returning to his room.

He didn’t skip… he didn’t whistle… he just thought of her and wished he could risk having her again… and again… and again…

He opened the door to his room and was startled to see someone standing at the window.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I must have the wrong roo…”  he checked the number and it was his suite.  Head cocked to the side he wondered who his guest was.

“James?  James is that you?”  She said in a heavy French accent.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who James is.”  He said shutting the door and approaching her as she turned to him.

“Mon amour, it is you!”  As her face turned into the light Eric’s heart skipped many beats.  She rushed into his arms and held him tight.  What could he do but stroke her silky dark hair and wonder how the hell the corpse he had just made love to was standing at his window now.  “juste me tenir.” She sobbed against him.  He had no idea what she was saying.  In the back of his mind Eric kicked himself for never learning French.  “Mon amour, kiss me.  m’embrasser.”  Her lips floated to his and Eric was lost.  Her tongue darted inside his mouth and he returned the kiss with trepidation at first.  “Prenez-moi” she breathed up to him in a sultry, husky way as she felt along between his legs.  

Eric’s cock stiffened to the living touch…

This was also new…

Her nipples stiffened and brushed against his chest.  “Prenez-moi mon amour.”  She said again as she moved quickly to remove her clothing.  Eric was surprised!  One moment she was dressed as he had found her only hours earlier and the next moment she was naked and pressing herself against him with urgency and need.  Without thinking and acting purely on heated instinct alone Eric shed his clothes as well.  

She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, laying down on it and pulling him down on top of her.  Eric was lost.  He only knew that his wildest wish had come true and he was about to have her again, and she wanted it.  She wanted him.

As he slipped inside her he noted that her flesh was cool with only the slightest hint of desiccation, the way she had felt against him on the inside of her tomb.  His lust raged as he fucked her.  Her nails dug into his back and she continued to whisper up to him in French.  He didn’t understand her words but he understood her body.  He took no time to explore her breasts or kiss her the way he had done in her grave.  He could only give into her pure need to have him inside her.  He huffed and puffed as his body rose and fell against her deliriously.  Unable to stave off orgasim this time, he came inside her quickly.

His tension released itself inside her…

And the next thing he knew was darkness…

---

When Eric awoke, he was alone.  His body came back to him sluggishly as he rolled over in the bed trying to get comfortable against the lumpy mattress.  He struggled with the sheets and blankets, too cold to have them off of him, but needing to escape from the way the roughspun fabric grated against his raw penis.

When he finally opened his eyes he could still remember the scent of her, but the nights interlude faded details from his memory like a dream.

“It was a dream…”  He said out loud, as if saying so made it true.

Eric showered and dressed, feeling stiffness and soreness in his muscles that had never plagued him before.

This was also, agonizingly new.

Eric skipped breakfast.  Deciding instead to return to his lover and investigate her further.  

The walk to the cemetery was uneventful and finding her tomb was easy enough.  The lid still angled to the side and as he approached it he honestly expected to see her inside exactly the way he had left her.  And so his shock was genuine when he found it empty.  The candles around her were still lit, and the flowers still appeared fresh, but she was gone.  Eric was disappointed because he had desperately wanted to see her again, perhaps even to dare a daylight interlude with her.  Instead he simply stood there for a while, staring down at the empty place in which she had lain.

“Une tragédie…” said a small voice near his elbow.  “She is not there you see.”  Eric turned to see a little old woman standing next to him.  Her white hair braided tightly against her scalp and the lines of her face cutting deep into her flesh.  She wore all black and held a tissue tightly in one hand.  “Filthy graverobbers,” she said as she spat down at the ground.  “c'est the tours.  They lead them to her and gave them ideas about her.”

“Excuse me,” Eric said.  “But who was buried here?”

“Her name was Angelique Adrieux.”  The old women said solemnly.  “Rumor says she died of suicide after her lover James was killed in the war.  She was only nineteen years old but she had the power of fifty sorcières they say.  Just you watch,” she said with a devilish grin.  “The curse will be upon them that took her.”  The old woman spat at the ground again and then wandered away, continuing to blame the haunted tours for giving the crasseux pilleurs de tombes the idea to take the young witches body from the ground.  All of this leaving Eric with a cold spot in his stomach that radiated chills through his body in waves.  He finally brought himself to read the headstone.

Angelique Adrieux

Beloved Daughter

1796 - 1815

The rest of the morning was a blur.  Eric wandered the French Quarter aimlessly.  Vividly aware of the fact that a two-hundred year old corpse had looked fresh as a daisy when he had made love to her.  And what about what the old woman had said.  Was he cursed now?  Is that why he had such a lucid dream about her.  What did it all mean?

Eric was nearly run over three times and finally decided to head back to the hotel when yet a fourth driver cursed him for walking into the middle of the road.  The sun was hanging low in the sky anyway and he hadn’t eaten all day.

Bone-weary, Eric looked at the menu from top to bottom and from page to page, finding nothing that piqued his appetite into wanting to eat.  He reluctantly decided to retire to his room.  Finding himself in yet another dream,or nightmare, the moment he fitted the key into the lock.

“James… Mon amour… where have you been?”

Somehow Erics clothes were gone again and he was being pushed back onto the bed. Angelique climbed on top of his stiff cock as she pinned him down with sharp claws against his naked chest.  She began to ride him in a way that caused his body to betray his every terror and respond to her touch.  Her rigid genetals wearing him raw in minutes.  Eric could smell blood mixing with the scent of semen as she continued to grind against him from orgasm to orgasm.  James could only lay back and watch her splendid breasts heave as she tossed her hair around and spoke to him in more French that he could not understand.

Several times he blacked out only to wake and find her riding him harder still.

This was all so blissfully, hauntingly new…

Once or twice Eric wished to wake from his dream.  She was hurting him.  Draining him.

“Stop,” he tried to say, but the word would not escape from his lips.  

“Relax mon amour…”  She breathed down to him.  “I wont hurt you.”  She winked.

She winked!  What the hell did that mean?

This isn’t a dream… his mind panicked, but it was already too late for him and he knew it.

Eric faded into blackness one last time…

---

The door opened, and Sarah peeked inside.  Seeing Eric’s body on the bed and no sign of Angelique she waved the rest of the Necrophites into the room.  She smiled down at him and brushed his hair out of his eyes.  “Thank you Eric.”  She said as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her jeans, mounting his bloody, stiff cock with grace as the others gathered around her and watched.

Sarah ground against his limp form with gusto, her large breasts bouncing in the air.  She shuddered against him as she came hard and then rested against him for a few moments, continuing to whisper her gratitude to his dead deafened ears.

“Sarah?”  Toby said softly.

“Hmm.”

“My turn.”

She nodded and dismounted, helping Toby flip Eric over before getting dressed again.

One by one, the Necrophites thanked their lover as they shared him, some even returning for seconds before they eventually dressed him and carefully dragged his body out to the back of the van parked nearby.

Like trading turns with Eric, the Necrophites took turns driving him home and carefully covering him in his own bed.

---

Eric opened his eyes to a new day, fresh in the knowledge that the bills had been paid and it was time to save for his trip south, to New Orleans.

Months later he gathered his squad of merry necrophiliacs together for a proper send off…  Other than their presence in the graveyard, nothing else was out of the norm.

The moon wasn’t even full.

I'm so happy to be writing again and using social media to help make a name for myself.  I posted to a facebook group that I was having trouble coming up with an ending for The Necrophites and I just got this as a response:

Feo Amante Life essence only comes from sex magic or blood sacrifice. 

Eric is dead. He always was. There was no history for Eric prior to the Necrophites. Whatever Eric was in life was erased from his mind by death. He is the toy of the Necrophites, given to them by the Necromancing Sorceress, Mortreine.

They pass his dead body around amongst themselves, their sex magic with Eric gradually reanimates him with their life essence. This is their pact, this is their sacrifice, so they may enjoy eternal youth. 

Then every few months, when he comes fully alive, Eric must return to New Orleans and Mortreine so she may reclaim their life power. Eric is a mere vessel to her. Something to be drained and have the slate of his mind wiped clean.

Mortreine, revitalized by her La petite morts with Eric, delivers as always, the knowledge of his final terror. For Eric the necrophiliac also made a pact with Mortreine: Eternal life among the dead.
As he dies he understands the nature of his pact as a Necromancer defines it: He will spend his eternal life dying in terror, within the body of Mortreine. Existing forever as her unwilling zombie slave.

--

I love it, I will be making the necessary changes soon.

My first attempt at something purely erotic with no creepy twists:

The arrow whizzed just past the rabbit and embedded in a nearby tree, sending the fluttering heart and quick legs scurrying off into the distance.  “Damnit.”  Sharon hissed.  That was her last shot at a decent dinner, the sun was hanging too low in the sky and would accommodate no more hunting that evening.  Tummy grumbling she went to retrieve her arrow and sullenly stalked off to her campsite alone.  

Alone…

Because that was the reason for this whole adventure in the woods right?  To get some time alone, away from men.

Men…

Disappointments, all of them.  She huffed.

Ugh… she thought as she reached the clearing on the hill where her tent was pitched.  She reached into her pack and pulled out one of the cardboard meal replacement bars she had stashed and set about making the fire.  

After a while, tummy still grumbling, Sharon sat staring into the flames and contemplating her solitude.  Three men had crushed her heart in a matter of four short weeks.  Eventually Eva, her mentor, suggested it was time to get away and stop being such a cliche.  Sullenly, Sharon had agreed and made room in her schedule for the camping trip.

Wolves howled in the distance sending a shiver down her spine.  She wasn’t worried about them, not really.  Sharon loved wolves but didn’t relish the idea of a hungry pack finding her.  Dimly aware that she was projecting her own hunger onto the nearby pack of wolves she contemplated eating another meal replacement bar and going to bed.  That is when she noticed an extra shadow in the distance.

It got bigger.

It was oddly shaped, looking a bit like a short sort of pigmy moose.

It got closer.

It was a wolf with something large clenched in its jaws.

It was the leg of some animal.  Deer or elk perhaps.

The wolf came directly up to her fire and dropped the leg with a big lupine smile.

“Well hello Beau!”  Sharon said for reasons even she didn’t understand.  “Is that for me?”

“Wuff.”

“You’re a life saver!”  She got to her feet and walked around the campfire to him, he shifted only nervously at her approach but didn’t run away.  There was blood around Beau’s muzzle.  Sharon pulled a bowl from a pack inside her tent and filled it with water for him.  He drank greedily, washing some of the blood off.  “This was a very nice gift dear,” she said idly as she pulled out her knife to skin and dismember the leg.  She already had sticks nearby to roast the meat in the fire.  “I had been prepared for that rabbit,” she explained as she spitted the meat and placed it near the hot coals where the flames had already died down.

Soon she was wiping grease from her chin and continuing to chat with the wolf, offering him some of the cooked meat and not being surprised when he turned his nose up at it.  Not long after she was still attempting to chat with the wolf while her eyes drooped from full tummy syndrome.

“Bedtime Beau.”  She finally declared and left the flaps of her tent open as she immersed herself in her pillows and sleeping bags.  No one said camping had to be uncomfortable right?  Sharon was not the least bit surprised when Beau came to join her.  He laid by her side and rested his muzzle on her shoulder while giving her a doggy sigh.  She kissed him on the nose, “goodnight Beau.”  And closed her eyes.

The tugging at the zipper of her sweatshirt woke her up.  Hands brushed aside the fabric and a mouth found her right nipple as a hand cupped her left breast almost instantly.  Sharon gave a slow, sultry buck of her hips in response.  A languid moan escaped her lips.  The lips left her nipple and found her mouth open and waiting to exchange tongues.  The kiss was deep and long as the hand on her left breast drifted down between her legs and ground against her.  Sharon could feel herself getting wet as her lover broke the kiss.

Sharon opened her eyes to see a Native man staring lustily down at her.  His face was young but his hair was gray.  He was muscular and naked, still rubbing against her clit through the fabric of her jeans.  Sharon said nothing, she only reached down to her button and zipper as the hand drifted away to give her room to move but came back to help her as she lifted her hips and struggled out of the confining fabric.  Taking a moment to sit up, unlace her boots and pull them off.  Then shedding the sweatshirt as well Sharon returned to the pillows as naked as the man next to her.

He kissed her as his hand nudged her legs apart and found her center again.  Slipping fingers inside her and finding her sweet spots with no difficulty at all.  Sharon moaned and eagerly kissed waiting lips while reaching down to grip the arm nestled between her legs.  Her nails dug into him in time with her rhythmic pleasure.  He massaged her g-spot with his fingers and found her clitorus with his thumb bringing little cries of pleasure from her.  Sharon was almost ready to explode when he suddenly stopped kissing her and slid down against her body.  Sharon almost pouted when his thumb left her clit but it was so quickly replaced by his sucking lips that she didn’t have time to complain.

Soon his wet tongue was replacing his fingers and exploring her deeply.  Sharon bucked and screamed against his mouth as she once again got so close to the edge she almost couldn’t stand it when he stopped again.  “Dammit…” she hissed but he left her no more time to complain, finding her mouth again and gracing her with the taste of her own sweetness as his knees nudged hers apart.  She shifted to accommodate him as he nestled in between her legs.  She gasped as he pressed to enter her.  He was large and it took several tries before he could impale her entirely, spitting her flesh like a sharp stick in deer meat.  Once all the way inside he wrapped an arm around her shoulders for leverage and to pull himself deeper into her.  Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist rocking her hips with his.

Her orgasm came fast as she continued to buck against him, but he wasn’t done yet, if anything she had only urged him on.  He kissed her deeply as he took a short rest to let her catch her breath but was soon pounding into her again.  “Ohhh god…” she began to whisper against his ear over and over again as he brought her to a boil again.

He was relentless.

He brought her to climax three more times before finally exploding inside of her.   

He stayed inside her, kissing her lips, her chin, her eyes.

Sharon was spent and almost already asleep as he lifted himself from her and held her tight.

--

When Sharon woke the next morning she was kept warm by the mound of fur next to her naked body.  She opened her eyes slowly as she ran her hands through his soft coat.  Fierce eyes greeted hers as a wet tongue casually flicked against her lips.

“You were great last night Beau.”

The moon wasn’t full…

No spooky owl signaled that anything creepy was going on…

There were no candles, or chanting, or drippings of blood on the crypt floor…

There was only the Necrophites…

They had gathered again…

Jennifer, Catherine and Toby were sitting against the south wall, passing a liter bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey.  Meg, John and Rick were sitting against the north wall passing a blunt.  Sarah crouched nervously near the entrance watching Eric with wide eyed admiration as he thrusted and huffed against the backside of the corpse.  That was Eric’s only rule when it came to joining the Necrophites.  Bisexuality was a must.  They could only risk taking one body at a time and it wouldn’t be fair to leave anyone out.
Sarah bit her lip.  It was her turn to go next.  She hated being the center of attention but it was Eric’s celebration night and he had chosen the order.
Eric began to grunt, signalling his orgasm.  He finished, slowly writhing and then bounced off the body with vigor.  Sarah was amazed that the sex always seemed to energize Eric, not wear him out.  Eric pulled up his pants and fastened them.  The group, including Sarah, applauded him and he gave a curt bow before turning to Sarah and waving her up to the body.
Sarah rose unsteadily and approached Eric.  He helped her flip the body over.  The others respectfully averted their eyes as she undressed and mounted their prey.  Everyone except Eric, who watched her begin her slow rise and descent on the rigid little branch of a penis the corpse was able to give her.  Eric enjoyed the voluptuous sight of her slightly overweight body and wondered what she would feel like cold and dead beneath him.  Eric was only dimly aware of the fact that he loved her, which is why he picked her to go after him.  No sloppy seconds for Sarah tonight.  Nope, tonight the first ride on that cock belonged to her, and he was proud.

A few hours later, after everyone had taken their turn.  After they had carefully redressed and re-crypted their lover, Eric joined them in smoke and drink as one by one they toasted their fearless leader and wished him well on his much deserved vacation.  Toby, especially, toasted to how jealous he was that Eric was headed to New Orleans for two whole weeks of fun in the French Quarter.

A few hours later, when the whiskey was drunk, the pot had been smoked and the sun was just peaking over the gravestones and trees.  The Necrophites disbursed, each going their separate ways.

Eric went home to sleep it off, his flight leaving in only 18 hours, and he still had to pack.
Three nights later Eric was finishing a lush dinner of pulled pork and potato salad at The Joint.  Some little hole in the wall place he’d seen on Diners Drive-ins and Dives.  The food was great, making him a bit randy.  Eric decided it was time to check out what else the French Quarter had to offer in terms of entertainment.  He bussed back to his Uptown hotel, located just a few miles from the Valence Cemetery.  He checked his bag for the essentials, crow bar, flashlights, lube… and set out to have some fun.

Several sites had lit candles and fresh flowers.  Eric picked one that looked new at random.  It met all the specifications, it was in a quiet end of the cemetery without much foot traffic and it looked as if he could slip inside unnoticed.
He looked over his shoulder a few times before ramming the tip of his crow bar underneath the rim of the tomb and heaving it off.  Deep down he knew he’d never get the lid back on himself but he wasn’t thinking about that on the surface.  All he could think of was his hard cock pressing against the stiff fabric of his jeans and what might lie inside the tomb waiting for his touch.
He wasn’t disappointed.  She was beautiful and fresh.  She had dark skin and long black hair that flowed over her shoulders and framed her peaceful face.  Her breasts were large and begged to have their nipples sucked.  Eric reached down and spread her feet apart one leg at a time before gently and stealthily stepping down and taking his place between her legs.
“Hello my beauty.”  He pulled down the elastic of her blouse and balanced his weight on one hand at her side while he explored her breasts liberally with the other.  He dipped his head down and coated her stiff nipples with his saliva, casually nipping at them once or twice.  With his free hand he reached into his back pocket for the lube and lifted her skirts enough to reveal the treasure between her legs.  He found the lips of her vulva easy to separate and gradually worked his fingers inside her one at a time.  “Shhhh my darling,” he whispered down to her as he kissed her slack lips and undid his belt and zipper.  “I’m not going to hurt you.”  Secretly he relished in the fact that he wasn’t sharing this one.  He pulled his cock free and settled himself between her legs feeling her give into him almost immediately.  Eric nestled his head next to hers and proceeded to gently take her.  The lube made her feel wet against him and soon he was lost in simply having something so beautiful all to himself.  He didn’t have to show any bravado to her.  He didn’t have to take her savagely to meet the approving stares of an audience.  He just slipped in and out of her, over and over again, feeling his orgasm slowly building deep within him.
Eric moaned down to her, deliberately holding himself back from finishing and attempting to savor every moment of the razors edge between tension and sweet release.

Eventually he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He relinquished his control entirely to her and let her sweet form take him over the edge entirely.  The entire world faded only to a dim buzz around him for the long moments it took for him to spend himself inside her.
It was so unlike what he felt when he was with the Necrophites.  This didn’t invigorate him at all.  Instead he had to fight to stay awake as his penis softened inside her.
Finally he found that he could move again.  He kissed her sweetly and lifted himself off of her, returning her body to the way he had found it and presenting himself with the new task of getting the lid back on top of her.
Just as expected he was unable to lift the heavy slab and eventually had to settle for leaving it open.  Hoping no one had seen him, he slipped out of the graveyard, still carrying the scent of her on him.

He was hungry.

This was also new.

Eric stopped back at the hotel and dropped his gear before heading down to the hotel restaurant to see what he could find to nourish his exhausted body.  Settling on catfish and chips he dined in silence, replaying every moment of his conquest in his mind and feeling his cock stiffen again.  There would have to be a shower and some attempts at masturbation before he could sleep he was thinking.
Finishing his meal Eric wiped his mouth and hands on the linen napkin provided for him and tipped his waitress heartily before leaving the table and returning to his room.

He didn’t skip… he didn’t whistle… he just thought of her and wished he could risk having her again… and again… and again…

He opened the door to his room and was startled to see someone standing at the window.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I must have the wrong roo…”  he checked the number and it was his suite.  Head cocked to the side he wondered who his guest was.
“James?  James is that you?”  She said in a heavy French accent.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who James is.”  He said shutting the door and approaching her as she turned to him.
“Mon amour, it is you!”  As her face turned into the light Eric’s heart skipped many beats.  She rushed into his arms and held him tight.  What could he do but stroke her silky dark hair and wonder how the hell the corpse he had just made love to was standing at his window now.  “juste me tenir.” She sobbed against him.  He had no idea what she was saying.  In the back of his mind Eric kicked himself for never learning French.  “Mon amour, kiss me.  m’embrasser.”  Her lips floated to his and Eric was lost.  Her tongue darted inside his mouth and he returned the kiss with trepidation at first.  “Prenez-moi” she breathed up to him in a sultry, husky way as she felt along between his legs.

Eric’s cock stiffened to the living touch…

This was also new…

Her nipples stiffened and brushed against his chest.  “Prenez-moi mon amour.”  She said again as she moved quickly to remove her clothing.  Eric was surprised!  One moment she was dressed as he had found her only hours earlier and the next moment she was naked and pressing herself against him with urgency and need.  Without thinking and acting purely on heated instinct alone Eric shed his clothes as well.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, laying down on it and pulling him down on top of her.  Eric was lost.  He only knew that his wildest wish had come true and he was about to have her again, and she wanted it.  She wanted him.
As he slipped inside her he noted that her flesh was cool with only the slightest hint of desiccation, the way she had felt against him on the inside of her tomb.  His lust raged as he fucked her.  Her nails dug into his back and she continued to whisper up to him in French.  He didn’t understand her words but he understood her body.  He took no time to explore her breasts or kiss her the way he had done in her grave.  He could only give into her pure need to have him inside her.  He huffed and puffed as his body rose and fell against her deliriously.  Unable to stave off orgasim this time, he came inside her quickly.

His tension released itself inside her…

And the next thing he knew was darkness…

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When Eric awoke, he was alone.  His body came back to him sluggishly as he rolled over in the bed trying to get comfortable against the lumpy mattress.  He struggled with the sheets and blankets, too cold to have them off of him, but needing to escape from the way the roughspun fabric grated against his raw penis.
When he finally opened his eyes he could still remember the scent of her, but the nights interlude faded details from his memory like a dream.

“It was a dream…”  He said out loud, as if saying so made it true.

Eric showered and dressed, feeling stiffness and soreness in his muscles that had never plagued him before.

This was also, agonizingly new.

Eric skipped breakfast.  Deciding instead to return to his lover and investigate her further.

The walk to the cemetery was uneventful and finding her tomb was easy enough.  The lid still angled to the side and as he approached it he honestly expected to see her inside exactly the way he had left her.  And so his shock was genuine when he found it empty.  The candles around her were still lit, and the flowers still appeared fresh, but she was gone.  Eric was disappointed because he had desperately wanted to see her again, perhaps even to dare a daylight interlude with her.  Instead he simply stood there for a while, staring down at the empty place in which she had lain.
“Une tragédie…” said a small voice near his elbow.  “She is not there you see.”  Eric turned to see a little old woman standing next to him.  Her white hair braided tightly against her scalp and the lines of her face cutting deep into her flesh.  She wore all black and held a tissue tightly in one hand.  “Filthy graverobbers,” she said as she spat down at the ground.  “c'est the tours.  They lead them to her and gave them ideas about her.”
“Excuse me,” Eric said.  “But who was buried here?”
“Her name was Angelique Adrieux.”  The old women said solemnly.  “Rumor says she died of suicide after her lover James was killed in the war.  She was only nineteen years old but she had the power of fifty sorcières they say.  Just you watch,” she said with a devilish grin.  “The curse will be upon them that took her.”  The old woman spat at the ground again and then wandered away, continuing to blame the haunted tours for giving the crasseux pilleurs de tombes the idea to take the old witches body from the ground.  All of this leaving Eric with a cold spot in his stomach that radiated chills through his body in waves.  He finally brought himself to read the headstone.

Angelique Adrieux
Beloved Daughter
1796 - 1815

The rest of the morning was a blur.  Eric wandered the French Quarter aimlessly.  Vividly aware of the fact that a two-hundred year old corpse had looked fresh as a daisy when he had made love to her.  And what about what the old woman had said.  Was he cursed now?  Is that why he had such a lucid dream about her.  What did it all mean?
Eric was nearly run over three times and finally decided to head back to the hotel when yet a fourth driver cursed him for walking into the middle of the road.  The sun was hanging low in the sky anyway and he hadn’t eaten all day.

Bone-weary, Eric looked at the menu from top to bottom and from page to page, finding nothing that piqued his appetite into wanting to eat.  He reluctantly decided to retire to his room.  Finding himself in yet another dream,or nightmare, the moment he fitted the key into the lock.
“James… Mon amour… where have you been?”

Somehow Erics clothes were gone again and he was being pushed back onto the bed. Angelique climbed on top of his stiff cock as she pinned him down with sharp claws against his naked chest.  She began to ride him in a way that caused his body to betray his every terror and respond to her touch.  Her rigid genetals wearing him raw in minutes.  Eric could smell blood mixing with the scent of semen as she continued to grind against him from orgasm to orgasm.  James could only lay back and watch her splendid breasts heave as she tossed her hair around and spoke to him in more French that he could not understand.
Several times he blacked out only to wake and find her riding him harder still.

This was all so blissfully, hauntingly new…

Once or twice Eric wished to wake from his dream.  She was hurting him.  Draining him.

“Stop,” he tried to say, but the word would not escape from his lips.



-- I know I want him to die here, and I want to make it clear to the reader that this is not a dream but his actual death at the hands of a sex crazed zombie witch.

Help, I have no idea what to do here.

It was suggested that I needed to go into more sexy detail with the meta story, so I've done that:

Henry Rollins once made a joke about ripping the duct tape off of some girls mouth, and then the date would begin.

Once, while standing in line for a Disturbed concert I was chatting up some new friends and one of them spotted a small group of Catholic school girls across the way and I joked “Yeah… Catholic school girls… that date begins the moment you rip the duct tape off their mouth.”  The guy across from me, holding his girlfriend tight, well his eyes just about popped right out of his skull.

It became a running joke from that moment on, but in the back of my mind it was maturing into something more serious.  The thought had taken shape into something of it’s own design.  Next thing I knew I was casually smoking cigarettes across from school grounds while I watched them.  My hard drive cluttered itself with photo’s of naughty school girls.  I even started writing stories for Literotica.com about the girls I wanted to take and do terrible things to.

He had been watching her during outdoor gym class for weeks and followed her home.  He sat in his car and watched her through the windows of her house.  He had even seen her undress in front of her windows once.  She had small but perky breasts and a sleek, flat tummy.  On the night that he had seen her he masturbated furiously in the shower, imagining cumming all over her pretty tits.  

Once, while he was watching her, her parents loaded up the car with luggage and drove away while she waved.  Knowing this was his only chance he set aside everything and called in sick to work the next day.  Watching and waiting for her to go to bed before he snuck into her house and covered her mouth and nostrils with the white rag.

Resisting the urge to take her right there, he instead took his time and got her slack body dressed into her school uniform.  Taking a few sweet moments to spread her legs wide and insert two fingers into her little pink snatch.  

Her dead weight was heavy as he carried her out to the car, not wanting to risk her waking until it was time, he put the rag over her once more before sealing her mouth with the shiny silver tape.  

Once he got her back to his place he tied her wrists first and then bound her to his headboard with a separate rope.  Then he tied each ankle to the opposite ends of the base of the bed, spreading her legs wide.  He took his time feeling her up and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and bra, almost hoping she would wake.  When she didn’t he finally gave into his desire and casually put the smelling salts under her nose, awakening her from the chloroform with a startled cry, muffled behind the duct tape.  ‘It’s okay’, he would say, ‘I’m not going to hurt you as long as you’re a good girl.  You want to be a good girl for me don’t you?’  She nodded and he’d rip the tape off quickly and then kiss her passionately, while beginning to fondle her perky breasts under her crisp white blouse.

He gently coaxed her to open her mouth and begin sucking him until he came.  Gripping the back of her head with a fistful of hair, he straddled her chest and thrust his hard cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat telling her to suck him hard, and then harder.  He came quickly instructing her not to swallow so he could dip the head of his penis in his spunk and smear it all over her lips.  Then he complimented her on her pretty lip gloss.  

He massaged her breasts and her clit roughly through the fabric of her clothing before finally unbuttoning her shirt and spreading it wide.  He took a box cutter and split the seams in the middle of her bra, watching it spring away from her breasts, exposing their soft pink flesh to his manipulations.  He sucked them until her nipples were hard and wet.

Then he climbed on top of her, straddling her belly and begin to pull on his cock while cooing down to her about how he was going to spunk all over her tits.  It would take him longer to cum this time so he would keep himself hard by feeling her perky mounds with his free hand until he spurted the white fluid all over them while he groaned.  Then he’d rub it into her tits until it absorbed into her skin.

Now, I don’t know how, but I was a superstar of stamina in those stories, already willing and able to take her again.

After reaching under her skirt and rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties he would be ready again in minutes.  Using the box cutter again to split them along the seams at her hips and then pulling them from her, exposing her.

Using almond oil, so as not to hurt her, he pushed first two fingers, than three inside her.  Massaging the inside of her pussy while stimulating her clit with his thumb.  When she was slick with oil he settled himself between her legs, entering her slowly, savoring every inch as he impaled her.  Rocking back once or twice before thrusting deeper still until he was all the way inside.  She would be crying then, her sweet virginity raped from her as he lay the entire weight of his body against her, grabbing her hair with one hand and gripping her shoulders with the other arm, beginning to pound into her.  

Kissing her softly when he took a break to breathe, she would taste of salt and tears driving him over the edge until he came inside her for the first time, violating all of her sweetness.

I wrote dozens of stories like that and posted them.  I started developing a pretty decent following of readers who would comment on other things I could do to her while she was tied and helpless against my will to dominate and rape her softly.  Some ventured into the cruel, some into the humiliating, some were just downright scary suggesting I take a girl who had not yet flowered.  I didn’t pay them much attention, it was my fantasy after all.  

Some jerks even ran with my ideas, writing their own smut.  Sometimes it was good to be imitated, but other times it was just irritating.  

Then one day I got a pleasant surprise.  A new story had popped up from the girls point of view.

I’m so scared because I’m a virgin and unspoiled, but you’re so gentle with me that I don’t struggle or scream too much as you rape me again and again.

Oh she went on and on.  It was so delicious that I had to compliment and congratulate her on such superb work.  She commented back that she was a huge fan of my work as well.  

We started to correspond.

I don’t want you to be too gentle.  She told me once.  I couldn’t give you my virginity because that’s already been taken, but I’ve never had anal sex.  I want you to fuck my ass no matter how hard I scream and tell you to stop.  I want you to cum in my ass.

She was serious.  Becky was her name.  It wasn’t long at all before she was demanding that I find her, take her, rape her and make her mine.  Days, weeks and months went by with my cock getting hard the second I saw she had written me again.

Becky told me the apartment building where she lived while I gathered supplies.  I was surprised at how easy it was to buy chloroform off the internet and I did extensive research on the types of ropes that wouldn’t hurt her.  I researched ways to keep her wrists bound while I cut the rope tying her to the headboard with a special knife that couldn’t slip and cut her.  I even started going to the gym to workout my arms so that I would be strong enough to maintain control while I retired her with her ass in the air so I could take her anally the way she demanded I do.  I even had to learn how to pick a lock.  It was so important to her that I get everything right.  Becky and I planned out every detail down to the way I would carry her to my car, explaining to any passers by that she had passed out at a party and I was taking her home.  It took me over two months to save enough money for the airfare, car rental and motel.  I even trained myself for hard sex by masturbating every chance I got.  One time I even managed to spew twelve times in one day.

The safe word is ‘candy floss’.  and you know how into it I am because I won’t break character.  Not even once.  

*sigh*

Becky is a champion, and beautiful too.  We’ve been at it for hours now.  God, even with the almond oil my cock is raw from fucking the living shit out of her over and over again.  I’m so glad I trained for this, for her.  My beautiful girl in her pretty plaid skirt covered in puddles of my spunk.  I can hear hookers getting banged relentlessly from the walls over the motel.  The sounds coming out of my sweet Becky are like a doe answering a bucks mating calls.  

But damn I’m tired.  I need a break and Becky is almost passed out anyway.  I cover her with a blanket, giving her nipples one last tweak.  I go across the street to from the hotel to the little gas station, convenience store and grab myself some power bars and a six pack of red bull.  

When I get back to the room Becky is fast asleep.  I pull out my laptop computer from my travel bag and sit in the lumpy chair next to the reading lamp.  While taking sips of my red bull and chops of my power bar I open the computer and check my facebook and twitter feeds.  I even post a quicky to Literotica.com about my adventure with Becky.  

I’m just about to close up and ravage my sweet girl again when I decide to check my email before shutting down.

Wait…

What…

From:  BeckyGurrl93

To:  DuctTapeandPlaid

Sent:  1 hour ago

Subject:  You fucking coward!!

Do you know I cleared my entire weekend for this.  How could you stand me up.  I’ve been sitting here in this scratchy skirt for hours waiting for you.  I should have known you’d chicken out on me you son of a bitch.  

You know what, loose my email, loose my phone number and loose my facebook too.  I’m blocking you.  I never want to hear from you again.

FUCK YOU