Chapter 10

The Necromancer

With my hands and knees in the dirt, I take Shaw's cock as he relentlessly drives it down my throat. He has my hair scooped up, and he watches closely, thrusting himself in as far as he can go. Every time I close my eyes, I get a sharp slap, and I reopen them. He wants me to look him in the eye as I take him.

Archie kicks my legs apart and kneels behind me. The sound of him undoing his trousers has me buzzing with anticipation. The ache between my legs is desperate. Archie spreads me and, with a deep moan, drives himself into me so deep and hard that a bolt of pain cuts right through me.

A delicious pain.

‘You like that, Pix?' Archie asks, and I know he's grinning. He pulls out slowly and slams himself back into me. His skin slaps mine, and I lurch forward, deeper onto Shaw, so I gag around him.

Shaw strokes my hair as if in comfort but keeps fucking me regardless.

Archie pulls out from my pussy and rests at my arse instead. As he eases himself inside, I groan as he stretches me. My fingers dig into the dirt as I try to relax and allow him in.

Archie lets out a light chuckle when he's in as far as he can go and I get a slap on my backside. Shaw pulls my head back by my hair, watching me take in a deep gasp.

‘You good, Pixie?'

‘Yes,' I breathe.

‘You like having his dick up your arse?'

Prick.

I get a slap when I don't answer.

‘I asked you a question. Answer it.'

‘Yes,' I grind out, wincing as Archie slams into me again.

‘Say it,' Shaw orders. ‘Your future husband demands to hear that you are enjoying his best friend's cock being up your arse.' He leans down, smirking. ‘Say it.'

‘Yes. I enjoy having your best friend's cock up my arse!'

‘Good girl. Open your mouth again. It looks far too empty for my liking.'

I do.

He spits into my open mouth before offering it to Dorian, who fills my mouth before I can swear at Shaw.

Archie withdraws and spends several minutes taking his time to enjoy both holes, pulling out from one to fuck the other and repeating again and again. It's intense. I get used to him in one place and have to focus on adjusting to him in another. Shaw and Dorian share my mouth, each one pushing me onto the other over and over.

The fire warms my skin, but I can't stop shivering. I'm not cold. I'm not scared.

I'm so fucking alive with sensation and desire I worry I'll pass out. I feel utterly invincible with them surrounding me, and even though I'm naked, not a single other soul except them can touch me. None would even dare.

I want them inside me and all around me.

My body. Mine.

And theirs…

Shaw sits, and I'm manoeuvred on top of him. Archie eases me on Shaw's length, watching Shaw's cock disappear inside me with wide and excited eyes.

Shaw pulls me close to his chest and rests his hands on my ass, spreading me wide.

‘Breathe, Pix,' he says in my ear.

Archie pushes me down onto Shaw, his hands resting on my lower back as he places himself at my second entrance.

‘She's tight,' he says as he struggles to get me to open up. But with Shaw already inside me, I don't think he'll fit.

‘She can take it.' Shaw spreads me wider, eases a finger from each hand inside there, and starts to pull me open. I swear and close my eyes, relishing in the depravity of it. In the ownership they have. In the passion shared between all four of us. ‘Fuck her hole, Archie. Make her squirm.'

Archie's cock replaces Shaw's fingers. My head is thrown back as they both fill me to the brim.

‘Good girl,' Dorian whispers, taking my face in his hands and sweeping the hair from my face. ‘Open wide and enjoy being fucked in all your holes.'

I'm limp between them and lost to it all, feeling them all move in and out of my body with a skill I never thought possible. After a few minutes, I'm getting close. I take Dorian's cock right down my throat as he seals my nose shut, and I climax around all three of them. When he pulls his cock from my mouth, I run my tooth along it slightly, breaking the skin. He stops, and I peer up at him. He's mad, his dark eyes narrow and his lip curling.

‘You'll pay for that, Poppet.' He slowly pulls out, letting me lap up the blood beading from his warm flesh.

He's delicious. Being turned on makes him taste divine, and when he abandons my mouth, I mourn his loss.

The two others are still fucking me and only stop when Dorian kneels beside Archie. They both push me right down so my chest is flat across Shaw, and my face is basically in the dirt.

‘Yes, Dorian. Perfect!' Archie laughs darkly, shuffling a little to the left.

‘Because you ran. Because you bit without permission. And because I want to hear you scream in pain and pleasure,' Dorian growls as he rests himself at my already-filled pussy. ‘You're going to take us all at the same time.'

It takes a while to get his tip inside, and I moan and groan with embarrassing volume as I claw at the dirt. I'm perfectly still and overflowing with pain and desire. I want them all inside me. I want it to hurt, and I want to scream!

I want to fucking feel everything they can bring out of me and revel in the control I have given them. Not that they have taken. That I have given!

‘Fuck!' I scream as he eases in another inch. ‘Wait… wait!'

They stop in that second, and no one moves as I gasp in each desperate breath.

When Dorian starts to pull out, I slam my fist into the dirt.

‘If you give up now, you'll never be inside me again,' I warn. ‘Just give me a second to adjust.'

‘Drink from me, Pix,' Shaw says. ‘It will help.'

I sink my teeth into his shoulder and swallow, instantly feeling the euphoric effects.

‘Dorian. Now,' he says quietly.

I grunt as Dorian slides inside, and all three of them hiss and moan as they fill me up.

His body meets mine.

He's inside me.

They all are. Archie fills my arse. Shaw and Dorian share my pussy.

I release my bite and slump, lazily lapping up the blood that beads down his shoulder.

And they all fuck me. They feel my curves. They caress my skin. They pinch my nipples.

It's nothing but hands. Fingers. Cocks and mouths.

Shaw cums first, grunting his release into me with slow and powerful thrusts. He pulls out and gets out from beneath me, leaving the two others to slam into me relentlessly. I feel Shaw's cum slipping past Dorian as he screws me, enjoying the extra wetness Shaw has left behind. Dorian is next, spilling into me from behind with his fingernails clawing at my hips, making them bleed. He pulls out and slaps my arse, before sitting next to Shaw on the fallen log and watching me exhausted and spent, still on my hands and knees and at Archie's mercy.

Shaw takes the chain still dangling around my neck and tugs, guiding me to his still-exposed cock.

‘Clean us up, Pixie.'

I see my slickness coating his skin, as well as a little blood from where I was stretched to my absolute limit.

I recall the last time I saw my blood on Archie. After he took my virginity. And I remember how embarrassed I was.

How things have changed.

Shaw scoops my hair up and pushes me onto him. I lap up all there is, finding the taste of myself almost as delicious as I find the taste of them. Shaw then pushes my mouth onto Dorian, who is coated in not just my fluid but Shaw's, too.

‘Clean him up,' Shaw orders again.

I look up at Dorian, a twisted thought popping into my mind.

‘Make me,' I taunt. ‘Make me your doll.'

He chuckles but pulls out my doll from his pocket and grips it. My body becomes his.

I think it's always been his. Theirs.

They were promised a blood witch of their own after the war. A covenant, they said. A promise between them and the blood queen.

And here I am. Theirs.

When Dorian uses his doll, I have no control over my movement. No ownership over my actions. I'm his doll.

And I want to be his doll.

I crawl into his lap and devour him as the two share a drink and watch Archie fuck me in the arse.

Archie withdraws and enters my pussy.

‘You've left her so warm and beautifully wet, fellas,' he says, slowly easing in and out of me.

I only just realise how painfully quiet it is. Is everyone watching so intently that they're not making any sound whatsoever?

Shaw kneels and starts working my clit with his fingers. And Dorian claims my mouth with his, uncaring what was in my mouth just seconds ago. I can still taste them, so I know he can, too. His eyes are open.

‘Call me your shadow daddy again.'

I do. I whisper the words.

‘Again. Call me your fucking shadow daddy.'

‘You're my fucking shadow daddy!' I cry out.

He crushes his doll, and my entire body feels like it's in a vice.

‘Cum for your shadow daddy,' he growls.

I come a-fucking-part. Howling my release into the night like a wild beast. They all sink their teeth in and drink as Archie climaxes inside me.

When I've ridden out my pleasure, they let me go, and I fall into the dirt, spent and satisfied. All three of their cum is leaking from between my legs as they stand around me, panting and just as fulfilled as I am.

I laugh. I can't help it. I close my eyes, and I laugh as my body gives in to the utter bliss of it all.

‘Is her laughing a good thing?' Archie asks. ‘Not sure how I feel about the uncontrollable giggles after doing that to her.'

‘Better than her threatening to kill us,' Dorian shrugs. ‘I'll take it.'

‘You will take it. Won't you, Shadow daddy,' Archie grins.

‘Shut up, dog.' Dorian scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I'm still laughing as he carries me back to the castle with Shaw and Archie in tow.

‘I'm curious. Is it only her who can call you shadow daddy, or can we all do it?'

‘Call me it again, Arch. Find out.'

We all walk in silence, climbing up the steps to the doors. Lifting my head, I see the whole fire party is vacant and that another fire has been lit far from that spot.

No one would have seen a thing. That only makes me laugh harder. They cleared the entire fire party to avoid anyone seeing us.

They really have changed.

‘You happy now, Pix?' Archie asks.

‘Very,' I smile.

‘Mind your step. Shadow daddy! Wouldn't want you to drop her,' Shaw blurts out.

‘Dicks,' Dorian grunts. He slaps my backside again. ‘Quit laughing, you. Or we'll go for a second round.'

‘Promises. Promises,' I mumble sleepily.

A young boy runs past me, clutching a teddy and sobbing desperately. When I call after him, I have no voice, and each step I attempt to take is as if I'm in tar. He disappears, swallowed by the endless black around us.

‘Ouch.' My right arm hurts as if being constricted. But there's nothing there.

Something groans. It is not a living thing but rather something about to break under extreme pressure. I turn.

‘The arch…' I whisper.

Ahead is that same bone arch marking the entrance to the human town. And beneath it.

‘Neve.'

Her eyes are pure black as she talks in mumbled words that make no sense. Her palms are face up, and that red magic of hers seeps from her in tendrils. Strange symbols coat her skin. Markings written in blood.

I look up into the sky. At the stars above. I know them. They swirl on the right, and then three lines zigzag left.

‘Athir,' I mutter.

The ancient earth god. Those are his stars. His constellations. They mark the end of summer and welcome our winter solstice. It's an excellent time for the Earth Coven when we can rejuvenate our magic.

I look back at Neve. At the arch. The bones begin to bleed, and in the distance, the sky erupts in flames, and the air fills with screams and snarls.

A child-like giggling has me turning, and suddenly, I'm standing in the endless halls of the castle. I walk along each one, desperately trying to find the source of that laugh. I know it. I remember it well. It carried in the air when I died.

Ahead, a pink dress and a whisp of long blonde hair disappear around the corner.

‘Catch me if you can, baby blood witch,' Sinthia teases.

Her sickly sweet voice brings bile to my throat, but I follow, unable to resist. Everything moves in slow motion. My body feels like I'm running through water.

A dream. I know it's a dream.

One not controlled by Shaw, as his dreams are crafted much better and more realistically.

And much nicer.

I turn the corner and come face to face with Sinthia. Blood spills from the open gash in her stomach. Intestines and other lumps of organs I don't know the names of hang out, dripping blood to the stone floor. My toes wiggle. It's cold and thick.

She holds her childish smile and flutters her lashes as she looks at me.

Her right hand reaches out to a closed door, and she pushes it open.

Sinthia descends the stairs beyond, humming a tune. I follow, taking each step slowly. Below, a stone slab lies before me.

Sinthia lies atop it. All around her are lit candles. The room has no window, but a soft light similar to sunlight surrounds us. It's blissfully warm, and the smell of spring fills the air. I walk around her, stopping by the top of her head.

She opens her mouth to speak.

She can't.

I rest my hand on her head.

In the blink of an eye, the room is plunged into darkness. I scream and stagger back, horrified to see the decaying corpse of Sinthia lying on the slab. The smell of spring is gone, replaced with the stench of death. Flies buzz around her rotting flesh. Her head is severed, resting an inch from the rest of her body.

Slamming my hand over my mouth, I resist the urge to vomit.

This is no dream. This is real.

And down here is the same place the guys brought me to speak to the dead earth witch. It's where they killed my father and Kieran.

It's their cellar where they held me captive.

I must have walked here in my sleep.

I look at Sinthia. Her skin is a mottled grey with patches of green around the torn parts of her flesh. I wretch and look away, utterly disgusted. The fresh air from above drifts down the stairs, luring me out.

But I get a thought. An urge.

I step closer, looking down at her. The bitch who tormented Archie. Who tried to kill me. Who slaughtered countless in her pursuit of power.

The blonde one. They left the blonde one but took the brunette.

I thought they were talking about Thalia, who is also rotting in one of these rooms down here.

But they meant her.

And the brunette…

Dhalia. Dorian's ex-lover.

‘You shouldn't be down here.'

I look up to see Leo standing by the open door. His arms are folded across his chest as he looks from me to Sinthia.

‘And I know they wouldn't want you in here with her.'

‘And what are you doing down here?' I ask.

‘My job. Watching the witches locked down here.'

‘I smell Thalia on you.' I sniff. ‘I smell her on your lips. Not surprising. She's willing to let anyone screw her to get what she wants.'

His eye twitches.

‘Coming from you, that's a little rich. I had to get everyone away from the fire so you could have privacy as those three fucked you into oblivion.'

I laugh and shake my head.

‘I'm not judging either of you,' I reply, looking back down at Sinthia. ‘A girl's gotta do… and all that. Truth be told, I couldn't care less what Thalia does now. But there's no fear in her scent, so I know you didn't force her to do anything she wasn't happy to do. I know a little something about that.' I tilt my head to the side as I feel the necromancer magic inside me stir. That thread between me and the dead becomes stronger. ‘I've never met an air witch like you. You're always so self-important and up your own arse.' I look up at him, and he laughs.

‘And I most certainly have not met an earth witch like you. You're usually so quiet and eerily sweet.' His smile falters a little. ‘And they don't drink blood or look at a dead body with fascination.'

‘You know what I am. You're a witch. You know the laws, and you know the signs. You can say it to me. I won't tell them that you know.'

‘Blood witch,' he confirms.

‘Kinda. Not through choice. I'm a necromancer, too. Also an earth witch. I have access to both powers.'

‘Never heard of that before.'

‘Never existed before,' I sigh, still looking down at my aunt. ‘You know Neve is back?'

‘I do.'

‘She killed me. When I resurrected myself, I was like them. I had teeth and a thirst for blood.'

‘If they know you're telling me this, they'll kill me.'

‘Then don't tell them I told you,' I reply.

He settles against the door frame and nods to Sinthia.

‘I've heard stories about her. The blood queen's little sister. A sadistic and infantile woman.'

‘Yeah. I've heard a few stories about her, too.'

‘You really shouldn't be down here, Ashe. Especially as a necromancer.'

‘You should go.'

I take another step closer to Sinthia.

He straightens, a look of panic on his face.

‘I'll tell them you're down here, Ashe. I mean it.'

‘Go on then.' I channel my earth magic and send a ripple of power through the ground, pushing him out of the door and to the stairs.

The cell door slams shut, and I return my focus to Sinthia.

‘I bet you know, don't you? Where Neve is hiding. What she's planning.' I take another step closer. My snake wraps tightly around my wrist and looks at me, shaking her head. Now I know why my arm hurt. She's left welts on my skin from where she tried to rouse me. ‘I'm a necromancer,' I remind her. ‘Talking to the dead is what I'm made for. If it's too much, I'll let go.'

I bite my palm, freeing my blood, and rest my hand on Sinthia's temple.

Exhaling, I grip onto the tendril of power I feel between us, like a string on which I pull. Pulling it opens the floodgates of darkness, and the same sensation I had the last time explodes inside me now. My chest becomes tight. My head thrums with pumping blood. And strength fills every single cell and atom of me.

Euphoric isn't close to describing it. The rush. The strength.

‘Speak.'

Her hand twitches, and thin red veins slither from her neck and connect to her head, pulling it back onto her body. As soon as they're reconnected, her eyes open, and she lets out a raspy, hollow breath. Sinthia blinks as she looks around the room before bringing her lifeless grey gaze up to me standing over her.

She smiles.

‘Baby blood witch,' she rasps in a hideous voice. It's strange how demonic and playful it sounds. Like a monstrous child from the pits of Hell. ‘My little niece.'

‘Where is Neve?'

‘I smell my puppy on you.' She giggles, her fingers clicking as they twitch, fighting the rigor mortis. ‘I want to play with my puppy again.'

‘Where is Neve, Sinthia?'

‘Not in here.'

‘Where would she be hiding? There must be a safe place for you to go. Where is it?'

She groans, struggling to hold her smile and playfulness as I pull the information out of her. She must speak the truth to me. I know that. It's a part of commanding the dead. I own their bodies and their words.

‘A cottage,' she whispers, grunting between her words. ‘In the Dark Woods where the birds won't sing and the sun never rises.'

‘The sun rises everywhere.'

She grimaces, fighting the link between us.

‘How are you doing this?' she hisses. ‘Why can't I move?'

‘You do not know?' I realise. ‘Lift your head, aunt.'

She does, and when she sees her corpse, she starts to scream. I can't tell if it is anger or despair. Perhaps both.

‘You killed me?'

‘No. My puppy did. And then he fucked me inches from your disembowelled corpse.'

Her body twitches more. The clicking and grunting echo all around us as she sneers hatefully at me.

‘This cottage. Tell me more on how to find it. Tell me of any enchantments she would have to protect it.'

Her head hits the slab as she tries to sever my connection. But I hold her firmly.

‘Dread fills you if you get too close. Death surrounds it. Old gods watch over it.'

‘Name the town.'

‘The name is long lost.'

I grind my teeth, frustration growing with her incessant fucking riddles. ‘Which direction is it from the castle?'

‘South.'

‘How far to ride?'

‘More than a day. Less than a week.'

‘Tell me what Neve is planning.'

She smiles a twisted smile. One that holds no form of comfort for any against her or her sister. ‘Renatus…'

‘Tell me what she is planning!'

‘Neve will peel the skin from your body and wear you as a pretty coat. And when I return, I will have my puppy play with your insides as we make love. That is what she is planning.'

She reaches up and claws at my face. Blood coats the tips of her fingers before she grips my hand. Her dark magic slams into me, and I'm thrown back, hitting the wall hard.

Ears ringing and with bright spots blurring my vision, I return to my feet. Sinthia is nothing more than the rotting corpse I found her as. Rushing forward, I try to reconnect. Nothing happens. There's no great pull of power. No rush of euphoria.

My fist slams onto the stone, roaring in rage. It's then I hear the giggling. That fucking giggling. I look up. Sinthia's spirit rushes me and slams into my body. As I hit the ground, I see my charms in the fingers of her corpse.

Everything goes black.