The Necromancer’s Bride

“I wanted to tell you something.” I stroke my hand through his long silver hair and press the black mark on my hand against his cheek.

“Oh yes?” he says, amused.

“I love you,” I say softly, and kiss his mouth. I keep my eyes open and I see his widen. But nothing happens and my heart plummets through my chest.

It hasn’t worked. Tears start into my eyes. It didn’t work.

A hot ripple goes through his body and he gasps as if he’s dying. “What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m burning up.”

I place my hands on his chest and his flesh is warm, and what’s more I can feel his heart racing. I give a shout of triumph and throw my arms around his neck. Something thick and hot nudges against my thighs and when I wriggle back we both see his penis, standing erect and straining. He stares at himself, his eyes wide, and then up at me.

A smile breaks over his face. “Rhona! What did you do?”

“Love’s kiss,” I say with a smile. “It breaks almost any curse.”

He takes my left hand in his and holds it against his pounding heart. “You love me? Even when I was only half a man?”

“Meremon, you were always a whole man, with a whole heart.”

He groans and pulls me against his chest, pressing kisses to my face, my lips. His mouth is warm and his skin has flushed pink. “My Rhona. I love you, too.”

“Can I touch you?” I ask, shyly indicating his erection.

“Please,” he breathes.

I run my hand gently up and down his length, my touch feather-light, and he groans loudly and falls back against the bed. His length is iron hard, encased in velvety softness and ridged with veins. I marvel at the flush of pink to his flesh, not as warm as mine but far warmer than how he once felt. I lean over and take him in my mouth, sucking him tenderly, taking in more and more of him. Meremon clasps me by the shoulders and watches me, breathing hard.

“It is too much. I’m going to die of happiness.”

“My love,” I say, licking him teasingly, “you can’t die and leave your new wife a virgin.”

He growls and scoops me up in his arms, and rolls me beneath him. “I can make love to my wife,” he cries, as if the thought just occurred to him. I slide my legs around him and pull him closer, both our hands stroking over his length and guiding it toward me.

His smile is crooked. “It has been some time. I hope I remember how.”

“I hope so, too. It’s not like I’ve done this before.”

Both of us laughing, he sheaths himself inside me, not very deep but just enough for me to feel the thickness of him and marvel at the beauty of our joining. He kisses me almost drunkenly and gathers me into his arms, whispering my name. “My angel. My sweet girl. I think I will hurt you a little. Are you afraid?”

“With you? Never.”

He thrusts into me once, and then again. It hurts for a moment and I bury my face in his shoulder, crying out, but then lose myself in the feel of him, filling me over and over, his hot thickness stretching my flesh.

He watches me with wonder, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body beneath his. His breath is hot and ragged against my mouth as he kisses me between thrusts. After a moment he pulls his length out of me, seeming to marvel at the sight of it, thick and hard and slick with my wetness. Then he penetrates me again with a groan. He does this again, and then pulls out to put his mouth on my sex, the strokes of his tongue sweetened with his happiness. He pushes two fingers into me as he licks the hard nub at the top of my sex, rubbing firmly on a place that feels so good that I come apart in no time at all, clenching hard around his fingers.

“I need to feel you do that on my cock,” he whispers urgently, sheathing himself inside me once again, pushing as deep as he can go. As he pounds into me he rubs my pearl with his thumb and I can feel another peak approaching fast.

“I don’t want this to end,” he tells me, sliding his hand into my hair to cradle my head. “You feel like heaven, my Rhona. Hot and tight and perfectly made, just for me.”

I can feel my peak cresting closer but I open my eyes and look at him, trying to form the words to tell him how I’m feeling. “I am. I am made just for you. Only for you, Meremon.”

I cry out his name and hold him tightly as I climax around him, his own body growing hot from his own release. His thrusts at the end are rough and victorious. I’ve never seen him look more beautiful.