Aug 17, 2009

Excerpt From One of My Stories

Here is the first version. I often revise my stories after some time. If you want to just read the sexual stuff then skip to the paragraph that starts with “out of the hall.”

The church was quiet, blank and dark. Deep in the depths of this underground church not even the wind could be heard. The air was hot and humid and chandeliers gave the room a ubiquitous dancing glow. Mort sat in the back of the room silently watching the stairwell. His eyes did not move at all, the light danced across his shaved head. Eventually he heard graceful echoing footsteps and smiled to himself, yet his eyes did not move.

“Heh, I sensed a berserker* down here. I guess you held it down here to bring me here.” Susan said with a sigh. Susan stood looking at Mort for a few seconds then said: “oh yeah, I forgot you barely talk.”

She proceeded to turn around and exit but then Mort spoke up.

“Stop.” He said smiling and getting up. ”You see, since that seance I couldn’t help but take an interest in a fellow necromancer.”

“Heh, I never thought you were a necromancer, using all those crazy robots and all.” She was moderately surprised at him being a necromancer but expected the interest due to her beauty.

“Machines, in their primary stages are a very cheap imitation of life that break down easily. But once they reach a certain complexity they become more amazing and beautiful than life itself.”

“Nothing is amazing as the undead though.” Susan said smirking.

“That’s exactly what Mrtu* said.”

“You’ve spoken with Mrtu? You’re stranger than I thought.” She said looking at him, her dark eyes closing ever-so-slightly in interest.

“Yes.” Mort said holding out his hand. On his hand was a beetle. The beetle suddenly became a large blue flame that Mort held in his hand smiling. “And there is my proof, he said.”

“Why did you want me to come down here in the first place?” She said remembering she was down in the church for no reason.

“I want to show you my greatest creation.”

Out of the hall to the right of Mort walked a robot that had the exact same appearance as Susan. It had her long wavy black hair and dark blue eyes and her white skin that captured the same image of pureness as Susan herself. The robot held a seductive look, every single thing about the robot looked human. The robot was naked, the curvature of Susan was cleverly captured as was seen in Susan’s eyes with the look of awe and attraction at the sight of the face that she knew the beauty of all too well. Eventually the robot stood right in front of Susan, their faces inches apart. The robot still holding that seductive look. Susan was still frozen in awe as the robot closed its eyes and moved in placing its lips against hers.

Susan was surprised but did not move; the robot’s lips felt like human lips. Eventually Susan closed her eyes and started kissing back. The tongue was warm like a human tongue. Susan began to touch the body and kept marveling over how much it not only felt like a human body, but felt like her body. The robot let out a soft moan as Susan’s hands ran down its back. The moan even sounded like Susan. The robot began touching Susan on top of her robes. The hands ran over her breasts and down to her hips then grabbed her lower back and pulled her closer. Their kissing became more passionate as they pulled their bodies close and hard and ran their hands up and down each other’s bodies. Susan pulled away from the robot for a moment and looked in its eyes. The robot ripped her robes apart leaving her naked.

It was hard for Susan to hide her excitement. She took a quick glance at the floor where her robes were and then stepped near the robot and began kissing and touching again. The robot slid its hand down Susan’s stomach to her pussy. The robot stuck its middle finger in which made Susan hunch over and grab the robot’s back and rest her head on the robot’s chest. Susan’s face strained ever-so-slightly as the finger remained inside of her. The robot slipped a second finger in and moved them in and out slowly. Susan raised her head up and looked over the robot’s shoulder at Mort who was standing there silent and solemn. It took her a moment to realize he was naked and when she saw that he was she smiled to herself and then caught him smiling as well.

“Interesting robot Mort.”

“I’ll have it step aside.” Mort said walking up to the back of the robot.

The robot stepped aside and stood like a statue to the right of Mort and Susan. Susan knelt down on the ground and looked up at Mort as he approached her. Mort stood inches from her for a few seconds, then, a countless number of hair-sized robotic tentacles came from behind him and wrapped around Susan’s arms and legs and lifted her into the air. Mort walked over and the tentacles lowered her so that her neck was at level with his mouth. He moved his mouth over to the right side of her soft neck that was moist with sweat, closed his eyes, and began softly licking her neck. His right arm was wrapped firmly around her back while he moved his left hand down and stuck his middle and pointer fingers slowly into her pussy. Mort then thrusted his fingers in deep and fast while simultaneously biting her neck with great force. Susan let out a gasp and grabbed the back of his head and squeezed.

Mort stepped back for a moment while Susan was being held up by the tentacles with her eyes closed. The tentacles turned her so that her back was suspended a foot or two above the floor. More tentacles wrapped around Mort’s shoulders, ankles, and waist and suspended him above Susan. Mort was lowered quickly to the point where he and Susan’s bodies were touching. As they were being suspended Mort lifted himself up using the tentacles around his arms and then slowly slipped his cock inside of Susan’s pussy as she softly gasped and clenched her hands in fists beside herself.

Mort began going in and out slowly. Susan was grabbing his arms and moaning softly. Suddenly Susan screamed as the tentacles quickly raised them both to the ceiling. Susan let out a powerful scream as they both hit the ceiling with a great thud. Mort quickened his pace, the sound of a few bricks falling could be heard but neither of them cared. Susan’s screaming grew progressively louder, she pushed her hands against the ceiling as the tension grew for her.

The tentacles quickly moved from the ceiling and slammed Susan’s back into the wall a few feet above the ground. Mort was going slowly and biting her neck. Susan wrapped Mort in a tight embrace as he bit harder and harder. Mort then grabbed Susan’s back and pulled her to him. Susan screamed, Mort abruptly stopped and looked at her neck.

“Heh, it’s not bleeding.” Mort said.

“Then bite harder.” Susan said with the most seductive of smiles.

Susan gripped Mort’s back tight again as he bit harder, soon he could taste blood in his mouth and Susan pushed against him. Mort removed his teeth and started going faster and harder while Susan dug her nails deep into his back.

Mort made the tentacles move again, this time they were suspended near the ceiling. The ceiling was only inches from the top of her head, she was straddled upon Mort who had his back facing the ground. Susan pushed herself against Mort’s chest moving herself up and down. Mort looked into her eyes, she was smiling seductively again and moaning softly while Mort had a solemn, but happy, smile on his face. Mort grabbed her hips and moved her up and down faster. Susan put her hands on the ceiling and used her arms to push herself down while the tentacles pushed her up. Susan let out a high pitched scream, closed her eyes tight, and grabbed his arms tight near the shoulders. For a moment it was really intense until the speed picked up. The scream shook the entire room and rang throughout.

The tentacles stopped moving and lowered both of them down.

“Ugh!” Mort said as he let out a deep combination of a growl and a moan, pulled out, and came on the floor. Susan had a look of relief and satisfaction on her face that Mort couldn’t take his eyes off of.

1 - In this story berserkers are armored undead monsters designed for battle that have broken free of any bind and lived on their instincts.

2 - In this story Mrtu is one of the lords of the undead.

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