Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance Page B

had.
    Motherfucker! I had forgotten to put it back. I had set everything straight the best I could, turned off the lights, and locked up...but in my haste and confusion (not to mention magically induced lust) I had forgotten the goddamned watch.
    I looked down at Harold. His eyes were closed and his breathing intensifying as I pushed him to the brink. He hadn’t noticed I was wearing it. I leaned down to him, pressed our bodies together, and shoved my tongue into his open mouth. He accepted the kiss like the greedy bastard that he was and I put everything I had into my efforts until the entire bed was shaking. With my other arm, I reached over and tore the watch off. I gave another thrust and the entire queen-sized frame lurched. I quickly dropped the timepiece behind the bed and continued my assault, creating enough noise so that the sound of it hitting the floor was muffled.
    A feeling of victory filled me and that wasn’t all. I felt hot cum spray forth from Harold deep inside of me. He reached up to grab my arms, intent on making me stop, but I gave one last vicious pump. It was enough to send me over the edge...in more ways than one.
    My body convulsed and waves of pleasure fanned out from my midsection. I arched my back and felt my nerves light up as sensations flooded me: our bodies together, our scents intermixed, my anger making it all the more intense. Just as the orgasm was reaching its peak, I felt myself being pulled away. The spell was reversing itself. This time was different, though. Somehow the energy of it combined with my climax, making it feel as if a lightning bolt exploded inside of me. I can’t even explain it. The best I could say was that it felt like I had died from pleasure, which maybe wasn’t too far from the truth.
    The next thing I knew, I was back in the beyond and somehow I was still panting, despite no longer having lungs. I curled my soul up into a little ball as what felt like waves of electricity arched through me. I don’t know if there’s a God or not, but, if there is, being in his presence must feel a lot like that.
    * * *
    The sensations finally passed, as I knew they would, and I gradually regained control of myself. Had any of that really happened? I thought back and realized, sadly, it had.
    The sex had been...well, mind blowing was too kind of a word, but before that...
    The anger welled up inside of me again. What had that crazy son of a bitch done?
    When I had lifted the cover off what had indeed turned out to be my old coffee table, I at first thought I was staring at a Halloween prop. That would have made sense. After all, according to the date on his phone, it was only a few weeks hence. However, that illusion quickly dispelled as I looked closer, my eyes growing ever wider. The bones were not entirely clean or white. The hair that still clung to the head was my first clue as to what - who -I was looking at. The dress that the corpse wore had been one of my favorites.
    The son of a bitch was keeping my body in the basement.
     

Chapter 14
    Harold let out a groan and I felt his release deep inside of me. As usual, it was for the third time that night. A generous spurt of his hot seed splashed against the womb of the shapely redhead I inhabited. From the obvious boob job, the trashy tattoos, and the thigh-high stockings (the first scraps of clothing I had worn since returning), I would have bet money on her being a stripper. Sadly, I didn’t catch a name this time. Once he had thought me gone, Harold had attacked her body with an almost urgent need. He always did have a thing for redheads.
    He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, still pinning me upright to the wall, before slowly withdrawing from my body. From the look on his face, he was near collapse, but it was best to be sure.
    “Got any more for me?” I purred seductively.
    “Insatiable aren’t you?” he asked, lying down in the bed where he had shot what must have been gallons of semen over the past