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The Necromancer's Daughter
By, Robert AM
Jon came home to find his little girl in her room, tied and gagged naked, her rear end up in the air as her chest touched the floor. She was moaning along with the hum of the small electric dildo protruding from her vigina. As he watched, his daughter made a couple of plasmatic movements, and he knew that he was watching an orgasm. He waited for a while, watching until his daughter stopped struggling, going into a slow heavy breathing instead. He pulled the gag out of her mouth then, wiping her drool from her chin. He got to work undoing her bonds. When she was untied his daughter flaw into his arms, climbing up him and rapping her arms around his neck. Her hips ground against his crotch, working at the dildo still inside of her. He reached down, slowly pulling the dildo out of her as her hips ground against it, working it in and out. When it was tossed aside, his daughter hung limply in his arms for a time as he moved her to the living room to rock her in his arms. He didn’t know what to do, call the police maybe?
He didn’t stop her as she undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers in tow. He took her small twelve year old hips in his massive hands as she sat down slowly onto his erect penis.
“It’s so big.” She said weakly, and he noticed that he was entering her in the wrong orifice. He Pulled her close as he did something to his own small daughter that he didn’t even do to his wife. Her ass hole was so tight that he came quickly inside of her, but seemingly unable to get himself to stop until much later. Afterwards he woke with a blanket rapped around himself and his daughter. Her arms around him, her legs around him, and his penis stiffening inside of her mouth. His daughter must have been sucking for a while for his penis was fully lubricated with her saliva.
He could smell cooking from the kitchen, realizing that his wife must have rapped the blanket around them after finding them asleep together on the recliner. It was a sick thought, but turned to reality by her entrance. His wife carried a plate full of food for him, telling him that both she and there daughter had already eaten.
He went upstairs quickly, leaving his breakfast on the table. Jon didn’t know how this has happened, but he knew who was responsible. There, laid out on his desk, was his black journal, still turned to page five. The sixty fourth demon of the fourth circle. Desires of the flesh and love twisted into madness. The beast had a name consisting of numbers, like all demons of his kind, but Jon liked to refer to this one as sister Sway, because that was what the dark master had always referred to it as.
"Sister depart from this house in the name of your brother, the one I will not name." He whispered this once, then again, and still again until that chant ran around his head and blocked out all else. Calling forth God's name and Jesus' wrath while repeating scriptures was the work of necromancers of the very silly sort. No matter how you look at it only with the aid of more powerful demons will lesser demons ever obey man. And, this demon, this devil really, owed him a favor.
"She's already gone Jon, but I could stick around if you'd like to see if I could sort out this residue of chaos she left in her wake." A disembodied voice of a small child chimed through the air, and with it a terrible darkness and despair gripped Jon's heart. There were crackles of terrible and row emotions that racked him as well, but the man had become accustomed to the madness that accompanied this demon and let himself fall calmly against it. Slowly he felt himself reach the eye of the storm, a place of calmness within this demon that none of it's brothers really possessed. In here he could see only darkness, but knew that with any false step the chaos would have him again.
He couldn't speak here but his wish for a voice was carried to the demon and the demon made a little mental bow and set him bodily onto a blindingly bright set of sand and dust. A desert this time then? Yes, well it was always some where new with him.
"That's not true at all." The demon answered his thoughts, presenting himself this time as an old balding man, rapped in a loose white cloth that could be called a dress except for the fact that it was created in a much more masculine manner.
The old man went on after a moments drag on his pipe, "I love all of these worlds, but mine own I like the best. I'll even take you there next time if it pleases you. A beautifully lit spot in the very heart of the darkness."
"I may not be the most talented Necromancer, but I do know not to trod wear demons call there home." Jon answered swiftly, letter his loose manner reflect the relationship he had with this particular demon.
"Your reluctance is of no concern of mine, but such a trip could prove beneficial to your family. Such a place of inner peace could shed them of there personal bondage by the chaos that they let consume them. You have known for some time now that I hunger for such terrible these as what troubles then, and in me they could be stripped of it."
"So this is your offer then, my family's souls for there the return of there sanity." Jon said all of this very slowly to make himself absolutely clear and then added for double measure a simple, "I don't think so."
"So be it." The demon said, with out the wittiness of his usual manner. "There is only one other way to save them then."
Jon braced himself for a very hard choice, his voice wavering, "And that is...?"
The old man closed his eyes and crouched down on the tips of his sandals, putting one of his hands down on the ground to steady him while with the other he shaded his eyes from the glair of the sun. "...you be adopted into a permanent resident in my domain. This is the consequences for me entering your world though you and personally putting the chaos my sister has coursed to bay."
"I always parasite you telling me the cost of the bargain before giving me the details." Jon looked down at his friend, knowing by his manner that this second option held much more of a risk of failure.
Jon looked around, going over his rules about making deals in a spirit realm.
1. always maintain control over yourself and the situation
2. never take risks that won’t further benefit yourself and those around you
3. always move forward quickly and decisively, bringing any contract to a close without hesitation
4. never be in a situation where the one you face is more powerful than yourself
and lastly and most importantly, 5. never let any one but yourself be at any kind of risk pertaining the discourse.
"You know my rules and that's why you brought me to this particular world, right?" said Jon, bringing his arm out to take the old man by the his color. "Only hear where you're an old man will you be vulnerable to me kicking your old wrinkly ass. I can leave at any time because it's a world that's still with in my sphere of influence as well, very clever. You have to be the craftiest of any demon I have ever encountered, a real devil."
The old man pulled himself out of Jon's grip. "So, what's your answer?"
"Both, maybe." said Jon, looking worried but recovered with a grin. "You travel through me to see if you can clean this mess up, and if that doesn't work take the family back and see if you can do any better with them in your own domain. I trust you, but I wish to make one condition none the less."
"Granted," The old man said right away, seeming to read his thoughts again. "I'll have to stay there with you and that may eventually attract some very unpleasant company, but I suppose it dose fix all of your problems for now."
The demon hadn't let Jon voice his condition before acknowledging it, but Jon didn't let it annoy him. Such feelings would be passed along to the demon, revealing a weakness that it could exploit later on.
Before he could think about anything more every thing seemed to turn off. Feeling well rested, like right after a really good dream and a full night, Jon woke up.
The necromancer woke up his twelve year old daughter laying on top of him, his hard penis pressed between her thighs. He tried pulling away slowly without waking her, but she adjusted and draw him in, her legs suddenly spreading and rapping around him. Her entire weight was pressed down on top of his groin. Her flesh felt worm and fine beneath his touch. He brought his head up and her's down so there lips could meet in passion for the first time. When they parted she touched her lips gently as she pushed herself against him again and again to impale herself onto his hips. He fucked her, eating up her lust, her pain, her fear. She cried out and he felt her Cumming with her wetness and her deep impossible need. He came inside of her with one last heave and then flipped her over, pinning her underneath him, to rap his lips around her sensitive nipples.
She was crying as he took in everything that was driving her. He licked away her insanity from her nipples and her lips, rocking her with his thrusts until she had cried herself to sleep. Jon got up, knowing what he had just done was terrible, but necessary. It was a cleansing by fire, this he knew to be the truth behind much of the magical healing arts. Sex magic was not something that he ever took very seriously, but it seemed that the beast inside of him respected and practiced it with much more effectiveness than he had ever thought was possible.
"Your daughter is cured for now, but your wife, as a knowing and stubborn adult, might be much more difficult to heal."
The voice inside his head was a child's voice, but he himself was whispering it out loud and thinking it as well. He tucked his daughter in, knowing her to be safe now, but knowing that the worse for himself was yet to come. His wife was there, waiting for him, in the kitchen, her apron on but nothing more. He went up to her and kissed her, but noting that nothing was consumed by the kiss. There was no lust and no deep and troubled spirit for his demon to devour. Nothing to be cleansed and nothing to be sensed. She didn't even seem, to the one inside of him as if she were human at all.
"You were the one that let the demon Sway into our house." Jon realized, his words coming out before he could think to hold his tongue.
"I have always been into the occult ever since I was a child, but what was in your book of shadows was just fantastic. Like nothing I've ever encountered before. Ow, baby..." His wife rapped her arms around him with such love. "...what you could teach me, what my coven could be capable of!"
She started to laugh then and the demon responded, knowing when danger was approaching and waiting eagerly. Jon knew then that if his demon sided with her then she must be in the wrong. He was going to call the demon up inside of him to do something, but then he remembered that he didn't even know it's true name.
"Sweetheart," said Jon, letting himself out of the embrace with a smile. "could you do me a big favor?"
"What's that baby?" she asked, looking sideways at him with a grin on her face that reflected her love for him.
"Could you leave our daughter out of your magic from now on?" He asked, smiling all the while.
"But baby!" She yelled, getting excited now, the demon inside of him reflecting her excitement. "She's a perfect conduit! So much of the goddess in her, so raw, so deliciously passionate. God, I've been using her for some time now, but last night with that demon from your book. My god, I've never felt so much power."
The demon could feel her hunger and knew her as what she was then, evil in every sense that it's self was evil. The monster inside of him made up it's mind then, just as he, himself, nodded his consent to what it must do.
2. never take risks that wont further benefit yourself and those around you. It was a simple rule that he would never willfully brake, but now it seemed it was time. He concentrated, channeling the one inside of him to awaken into his higher consciousness. In a moment his vision blurred and the world tipped on it's side. Then everything became perfectly clear. The thing inside of him finally was fully awake and it smiled as Jon smiled. His wife, sensing something different maybe, looked suddenly terrified.
"To protect those closest to me is all that I ask. And, you would defile this, the innocence, the one that is only a child. For those such as you I would consume all so that there could be no trace of your taint left upon the face of eternity. The true devils, the true demons, you humans!" Jon's voice shouted all of this but these words and the terrible sense of dread that accompanied them was not his.
And just like that his wife was gone and the thing inside of him gone with her.
"What did you do with her?" asked his daughter, watching in shock from the doorway.
"She'll be fine, and one day she'll be back." He said this, but was unsure if it was true or not. Where the demon had taken her was undoubtedly his own realm that he had been talking about before, but to be taken there physically, body and all, was not something Jon knew very much about except as rumors. The levels that he worked with in the hierarchy of the underworld didn't even apply to how deep she was taken. What awaited her, well he would, undoubtedly, eventually find out for himself one day.
"Don't worry, from now on things will be normal." He said this, knowing that the darkness was now right below the surface of his consciousness, waiting there for his condition to run out. The condition being that his daughter would be protected and he would watch her grow up to make sure she was safe. And the Demon, he would be there inside of him, stuck fast until Jon was ready to depart. This he hoped more than anything, but as the look on his daughter’s face changed he knew that things would not be that simple.
"Daddy," said his daughter crossing the distance between them quickly. "Sister Sway says that she'd like to come out to play again."