Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance Page A

confirmed that Harold was neck deep in something and I was willing to bet it wasn’t particularly savory either. One didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that much out.
    I put the notebook back where I had found it and prepared to leave. I was pretty sure I’d had enough for one night. I turned toward the door and once more, the object in the middle of the pentagram caught my eye.
    No. I’d leave that for another day.
    Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself as my bare feet began to step across the room toward it. Nearing the outer edge of the circle, I again felt my body responding to some kind of energy. It wasn’t exactly painful, more like a continual electric hum in the back of my head. I stopped at the edge and let myself acclimate to it.
    I again felt Shilpa’s nipples harden. After a few more seconds, her body continued to respond. I felt wetness between my legs. I was still scared, but was also quite turned on. The whole situation was really weird and getting stranger by the second.
    I realized that if I stood there much longer, I was going to start touching myself, so I took a breath and stepped forward. For a moment, it felt like there was an invisible wall standing before me, but then I was through. I was expecting the worst, but the energy in the circle wasn’t any more intense...or at least it didn’t feel like it. Unfortunately, whatever it was doing to me, the damage had been done. I turned my head upward, in the direction where Harold still slept. Once more, that animalistic feeling came over me. I had a feeling that I was going to be waking him up a little earlier than planned.
    First things first, though , I thought, stepping to the object in the middle. I gave my head a quick shake to momentarily clear it of salacious thoughts, then reached down and grabbed the corner of the covering. Here goes nothing .
    I lifted it away and my breath caught in my throat.
     

Chapter 13
    I don’t know what I intended to do, standing before Harold’s sleeping form. A small part of me wanted to kill the bastard. Another, to make him hurt... badly . Hell, at the very least, I expected to bitch him out and force him to explain himself. Instead, I did none of those.
    I yanked the covers off of him in order to wake him up. He rolled groggily onto his back and that’s when I realized he was sporting a full-on erection in his sleep. The energy I had felt in the basement was still affecting me. My time was almost up. I would soon be back where I belonged. The feeling that still coursed through this body, combined with everything else, was too much. I needed release. If I went back before I got it, I would surely go insane.
    Fuck it! The asshole would pay for his actions another day.
    Angry, both with him and with myself for my wanton desires, I straddled him. I leaned down and grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into them. With no further preamble, I impaled myself to the hilt on his cock. The shock was simultaneously painful and the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced.
    His eyes opened and I began to grind into him with everything I had. He tried to raise his hands, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned him down, using all of my leverage to maintain control as I rode him.
    “Oh God,” he gasped as I furiously fucked him. My only response was a growl. I didn’t know if Shilpa spoke with an accent or not. Best not to say anything. That was okay. I was beyond words by that point, anyway.
    Faster and faster, I bucked my hips, not giving him a moment to catch his breath. They say angry sex is the most intense. They have no idea how right they are. My body was reacting to his cock, which was just fine with me. I had every intention to cum screaming. It was the only way I was going to keep from clawing the fucker’s eyes out.
    Just then, a familiar wave of vertigo hit me. My time was nearly up. I rode it out, intent on not losing my rhythm. I glanced at the wristwatch to see how much more time I