The Price of Revenge
Jordyn ensured she had everything she needed before she sought to enter the supposedly abandoned stone house in the middle of the woods. Truth be told, she needed relatively little, but she nonetheless checked and double-checked to make sure her composure was suitably respectable, her clothes were aligned just right, and her short black fade was as neat as could be. A tomboy all her life, Jordyn's outfit largely reflected her rejection of traditional gender roles; a leather jacket over a plain black T-shirt, torn jeans, and spotless black boots, the latter among her most prized of possessions.
"You can do this," she told herself, pushing aside the portion of her short black hair that usually fell over her left eye. It had been a long time since she had been this nervous, and rightfully so; she knew the tales of this house, of who resided within, and likewise knew that fear was the appropriate response. "Fuck it, you have to do this. No turning back now."
With that, Jordyn took a step forward and pounded her fist against the ancient wooden door of the decrepit stone house, knocking loudly.
There was a scratching sound from somewhere within the stone building, and then Jordyn took a hesitant step backwards as the wooden door was unlocked from within and then slowly swung open all on its own, beckoning her into the darkness. Realizing she was past the point of no return, Jordyn swallowed the last of her doubt and put on a brave face as she then walked forward into the building. The door slammed closed behind her once she was in, and the young woman cursed as she felt her breath catch in her throat at the sudden surprise.
The interior of the stone house looked even worse than the exterior, dreary and empty, little more than a one-room cottage that had long been abandoned and left to the ravages of time. Bits and pieces of wooden furniture still remained scattered her and there, rotten and forgotten. A hearth in the corner had clearly been unused for decades, if not centuries, and the floor was covered in both dead and newly-fallen leaves that flitted to and fro as the open door allowed in a gust of wind for what must have been the first time in many a year. Darkness reigned, with the windows boarded up and the door closed, letting in not even a sliver of light.
And yet, even before the voice spoke, Jordyn knew she was not alone. She had felt the eerie presence hiding in the shadows the moment she had set foot in the cottage, waiting, watching, its preternatural eyes watching from the darkness.
"Who are you?"
The voice spoke slowly, carefully, as though trying to ensure its words were perfectly understood. It was deep, and cold, and seemed to come from every corner of the building at once, sending shivers running down Jordyn's spine, even as she stood there in the darkness, knowing she was being watched. It took ever iota of courage the poor young woman had not to turn tail and flee right then and there.
"M-My name…my name is Jordyn," she responded once she found herself able to speak, once again putting on a brave face as she looked into the darkness, hoping she was addressing the correct direction.
"Do you know where you are, young Jordyn?" asked the voice, once again echoing about from every shadowy corner of the structure, everywhere and nowhere all at once.
"I do," Jordyn told the voice, speaking carefully, her eyes darting back and forth as she saw wispy movements in the darkness, but failed to identify the source. "I've heard the stories. I know who you are."
"Have you?" replied the voice, as deep and booming as ever. "And who am I?"
"They say…you are a powerful sorcerer," the young woman responded, measuring her words carefully before she spoke them, and more than aware of the shadowy entity watching her from the darkness. "They say you sacrifice innocents on All Hallow's Eve and bathe in their blood. They say you are older than any man alive by hundreds of years. They say you are the Devil's favorite servant, his vessel on Earth, and deal only in death and destruction."
"All true," replied the voice, as deep and booming as ever. "But that is not what I asked. Tell me, child…who am I?"
Jordyn swallowed. "You're the Necromancer."
The entire building seemed to shake and rumble the moment Jordyn named the entity residing within, as though the structure itself rebelled against the very word. A chill ran down the young woman's spine, colder than any she had ever experienced, as though her very soul had been caressed by the icy cold touch of Death itself. Outside, the crickets and woodland creatures that had been chirping and scampering about seemed to freeze in their tracks or disappear entirely, and a deathly silence fell about the entire forest.
As Jordyn watched, a dark figure began to manifest in the center of the building, only a couple meters in front of her, a cold and terrible thing so dark it seemed even to frighten the night itself. Features appeared one by one, slowly, dangerously, emerging from out of the darkness as though being born of the very shadows, the sight of which froze Jordyn in her tracks. When at last the figure stood fully revealed in front of her, the young woman's heart was in her stomach and there were tears in her eyes, her fear so overwhelming it bordered on panic.
Before her stood a man that could barely even be considered a man, a shriveled and demonic thing that resembled nothing so much as a living corpse, its form largely bared to reveal dusky gray skin that hadn't seen the light of day in decades. It wore only a ragged black kilt and a matching hood, leaving the entirety of its torso bare, and revealing its hands and feet ended in clawed fingers and toes, long and yellowed. Its face was the most horrific of all, however, so shriveled and ancient that it was little more than a horned skull with bared teeth, a hollow nasal cavity, and sunken eyes that gleamed with an otherworldly green light.
The Necromancer.
"A dreadful thing, am I not?" asked the shriveled husk of a man, watching its visitor with eyes that swirled with eerie green energies. Jordyn could not tell if the Necromancer was smiling as it spoke, for its lips had long withered away, leaving its face with a permanent skeletal smile. "The power of Hell itself is mine, to curse and to cure, to conquer and to corrupt. Yet, look upon me. All things come with a price, child. Even power. Even longevity."
It laughed then, only briefly, but it was enough to send yet another shiver running down Jordyn's spine at the mere sound of it. She dared not speak, afraid of angering or interrupting the undead sorcerer, and would have averted her eyes if they weren't already frozen in place and filled with tears.
"It has been a long time since last I had a visitor, particularly one of the…feminine variety," the Necromancer continued, taking its first steps, not towards Jordyn, but around her, as though getting a good look at her lithe form for the first time. "Few believe the stories of my existence, and fewer still are brave enough – or foolish enough – to seek me out. So, tell me, child…why are you here?"
It took a moment for Jordyn to gather the courage to speak, pushing past the tears gleaming at the edges of her eyes, but when she did finally speak, she did it with strength and conviction.
"Someone has wronged me," she spoke slowly, again being very careful in choosing her words. "Someone took something from me, something I loved. And for that…for that, I want them to suffer. I want them to pay. I want revenge."
"Ah," the Necromancer said softly, its glowing eyes still gleaming in the darkness as it circled the young woman, sizing her up. "Revenge. I know it well. Oft sought, rarely obtained, and never without the spilling of blood."
"Can you help me?" Jordyn asked, her heart pounding in her chest as the sorcerer came to a stop in front of her again.
"I can," the Necromancer answered after a moment, nodded gently. "Indeed, I will. But, as I said…all power comes with a price. Even revenge. For such power, young Jordyn…what are you prepared to offer in return?"
Here goes nothing, Jordyn thought to herself as she took a deep breath in preparation. Her entire plan, her deal with the Necromancer, everything she was hoping to accomplish this night…all of it rested on her naming the appropriate price. She only hoped it was enough.
"I offer my flesh," Jordyn said simply but boldly, doing her level best to look the Necromancer in the eyes as she made her offer. "In payment for my revenge…I give you use of my body. To do with as you please."
The Necromancer tilted its skeletal head. "A tempting offer. Yet, I sense you are not a virgin."
"All the better," Jordyn shot back, boldly raising an eyebrow as she returned the Necromancer's gaze. "I figured you would prefer a girl who actually knows what she's doing?"
The Necromancer laughed then, another dark and eerie sound that sent shivers running up and down Jordyn's spine and caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand at attention.
"I like you, child," the living corpse replied, with mirth in its voice, and Jordyn was certain it would have been smiling had it lips to do so. "Let it be done. You will be given the revenge you seek, and, in exchange, I will delight in the pleasures of your supple flesh. Now, if you wouldn't mind…I would like to see my bounty."
Though the Necromancer spoke in archaic terms unused in centuries, Jordyn understood its meaning nonetheless, and swallowed the last of her pride as she prepared herself for what came next. With the undead sorcerer watching, his glowing green eyes upon her always, the young woman slowly set about removing her clothing. Her jacket came off first, then her shirt, revealing a matching black bra beneath, which she then unclasped and discarded, revealing her pale but beautiful breasts. She pulled her jeans off next, followed by her underwear, and then stepped out of both, leaving her entire naked save for her black boots.
"The boots stay on," Jordyn insisted as she saw the Necromancer tilt its head curiously, as though wondering why she stopped where she did. "They're…good luck. They comfort me."
"Very well," the sorcerer acquiesced, clearly not concerned at all in the young woman's footwear as it slowly walked up to her, as though inspecting its prize. Its eerie green eyes gleamed as it looked upon Jordyn, gazing upon every curve and every inch of exposed skin.
Jordyn was a beautiful young woman, with a supple and athletic physique, and skin the color of alabaster. In preparation for this evening, she had shaved entirely, leaving her young cunt entirely smooth and bare, a sight the Necromancer seemed to enjoy. She shuddered when first it placed its skeletal hands upon her, but the sorcerer was remarkably gentle, and Jordyn soon found herself holding back small whines of pleasure as she felt it grope her voluptuous breasts, fondle her firm buttocks, and trace its clawed fingers down her bare stomach towards her pink pussy.
"This will be a rare treat, indeed," the Necromancer declared, its eyes still gazing upon Jordyn's nude form even as it withdrew its clawed hands. "I will enjoy defiling your flesh and gracing you with my corrupt seed. But first…"
Taking a step back, the Necromancer undid the buckle holding up its ragged skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground and revealing its own genitalia for the first time. To Jordyn's disgust – but not exactly to her surprise – the sorcerer's penis was as twisted and shriveled as the rest of its body, a dusty gray in color, and quite long, but limp and withered. There was no sign of hair around its undead cock or on its decrepit scrotum, the last follicle having no doubt fallen out centuries before.
"It has been quite some time since last I indulged," the sorcerer proclaimed, evidently referring to the shriveled state of its dusty gray dick and the fact it dangled between its ancient legs like a limp sausage. "Perhaps some encouragement would help…?"
The Necromancer's meaning was clear, and Jordyn did her best to swallow her disgust as she walked up to the sorcerer and then fell to her knees before it. She fought back a shudder when first she laid her fingers upon the entity's cock, taking it into her hands and stroking it gently, wiping away the dust and grime of ages. It was cool the touch, and clammy, already sizable even when limp, and the young woman was already beginning to dread how much larger it could possibly grow by the time it was fully erect.
After a few minutes of stroking the Necromancer's dusty dick with little to show for it save for a little rigidity, Jordyn fought back the bile in her throat and took things a step forward by taking the shriveled head of the thing in her mouth. Squeezing her shut and doing her best not to take in the scent of death and rot about the sorcerer's cock, she began licking the shaft up and down, up and down, up and down, slowly but surely covering it in her saliva.
"Ahhh," the Necromancer groaned above her, its eyes gleaming in the darkness (and evidently unable to close with proper eyelids). It rested one of its skeletal hands on the back of Jordyn's head as she used her tongue to pleasure it, causing her to shudder a little in response. "The wonders of the modern age…"
Jordyn did her best to ignore whatever the lich was talking about as she continued to lick up and down its shaft as passionately as she could, as though it were an ice cream on the hottest day of summer instead of the musty old cock of an ancient sorcerer. She ignored the taste of age and rot as she then took it back into her mouth and began sucking, using her lips and the rest of her mouth to please the Necromancer as much as her tongue had already done.
Though she was by no means an expert in the practice, it wasn't long before Jordyn was bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, taking more and more of the Necromancer's eldritch dick into her mouth. She rubbed up and down the shaft as best she could with one of her pale hands, spreading her own saliva all along the length of the dusky dick, both easing and quickening how much she was able to fit into her mouth. The Necromancer's cock was long, almost inhumanly so, and growing thicker the more she worked on it; whereas it had previously been withered and, in Jordyn's opinion, sickly looking, the more she sucked, the more active it began, and soon she even began to feel the thickening shaft throbbing in her mouth.
Knowing the Necromancer would not allow her to stop until it was fully erect – the presence of its skeletal hand on the back of her head was proof enough of that, its clawed fingers running through her short black hair – she kept it at for as long as she could. She drooled and slobbered all over the sorcerer's meat as it grew thicker and longer in her mouth, leaving long trails of saliva leaking down her chin and connecting her lips to the undead meat being pushed and pulled past her lips and into the back of her throat.
"Oh, yessssss," Jordyn heard the Necromancer hiss above her, its hand tightening on the back of her head as he slowly but surely began thrusting into her mouth, moving its weathered hips in time with the young woman's sucking. Each thrust seemed to push its cock deeper and deeper into the girl, pushing past her lips and tongue and moving slowly but surely into her throat. "It has been too long, much too long…"
"Gggghh," Jordyn gagged in response as she deepthroated the Necromancer's pulsing cock, tears in her eyes as she looked up at the sorcerer. With well over half its cock in her mouth and sliding down her tightening throat, she looked a mess, but a beautiful one at that, slurping and gagging on the eldritch meat stuffing her mouth. "Mmggghhh! Gluugghh! …"
On and on she went, bobbing her head and licking up and down the sorcerer's shaft and trying to push past the scent and taste of rot and dust in order to focus entirely on the job at hand: namely, bringing the Necromancer to full erection so it could fuck her properly. As unappetizing as that prospect was, it nonetheless encouraged the young woman to keep going, to take the sorcerer's thickening cock deeper and deeper, coating its shaft in slobber and drool and bobbing her head quicker and fiercer. And inch by inch, minute by minute, the monster in Jordyn's mouth grew larger, thicker, longer, and much more rigid. Saliva soaked the poor girl's chin and neck, drooling all the way down to her supple breasts, her lips spread painfully wide to accommodate the Necromancer's fat cock in her mouth.
By the time the Necromancer was fully erect, its cock thrusting in and out of Jordyn's mouth as it gradually but firmly fucked her face, her jaw was sore and she was afraid she was going to vomit. The undead dick had grown large and unwieldy, barely fitting in her mouth, and literally cutting off her hair every time the sorcerer shoved it down her tightening throat. When at last the Necromancer released, her allowing its cock to slide out of her aching mouth, she was gasping for air, with long lines of slobber and drool falling about her face.
"Ah, success…!" the Necromancer proclaimed, looking down at its mighty girth, now fully erect for what must have been the first time in literally decades. Its green eyes gleamed with excitement, whereas Jordyn's eyes widened in surprise, the poor gasping girl shocked to believe something as thick and as long as the cock before her had ever fit in her mouth to begin with. "And none too soon. I ache to see you writhe in agonizing ecstasy by my own hand…"
With that, the Necromancer waved one of its hand, and Jordyn gasped as the shabby stone cottage around them suddenly disappeared as though in a dream, revealing a larger and much more elaborate living space. Still built of stone, but finely polish onyx with gothic columns and silver candelabras, the chamber about her now resembled something of a mixture between an ancient crypt and a medieval study; the perfect place for a sorcerer to set up shop. All of the candles placed about the space burst into flames the moment they appeared, casting a warm but uneven light upon the scene. Shelves of books and scrolls lined the walls, complete with desks and chairs and, perhaps most significant, an elaborate bed with dark drapings and silver sheets.
"Not everything is as it seems," the Necromancer claimed, its skeletal smile plastered across its face as it looked upon Jordyn's expression of confusion and wonder. It slowly made its way over to the bed in the center of the room and then running one of its withered hands along the silken spread, as though testing its quality. "With power like mine, reality can be whatever I want it to be. Now, then…shall we begin?"
Nodding slowly, but saying nothing, Jordyn stood back up, wobbling slightly from her long period of kneeling. She could feel the solidity of the room around her, the warm light of the candles and the cold stone floor beneath her booted feet, and she took the time to look around in awe as the Necromancer settled itself down upon its luxurious mattress. By the time Jordyn made it to the bedside, the sorcerer was lying on its back with its fat cock standing straight up and throbbing in anticipation.
"Come, child, fulfill your end of the bargain," the Necromancer green eyes gleaming with delight as it saw the uncertainty on Jordyn's face, even as it gestured towards its pulsing meat. "I look forward to your…performance."
Jordyn knew what she had to do. Moving up onto the bed, she made her way over to the Necromancer and then climbed atop it, shuddering from the cold and clamminess as she straddled the undead sorcerer's waist. With one leg on either side of the living corpse, she pushed herself back and caused another shiver to run down her spine as she felt the throbbing girth of its cock running up and down the crack of her ass, its size already making the young woman's pussy ache just looking at it. Nonetheless, no matter how much she didn't want to do this, no matter how much she doubted she even could, Jordyn knew she was past the point of no return, and once again built up her remaining courage as she reached down to take hold of the Necromancer's cock and then place its head at the tip of her glistening cunt.
Despite everything, Jordyn couldn't help but close her eyes and hiss harshly as she began to push herself down atop the Necromancer's slick meat, already feeling her breath hitch in her throat as the head of the cock push apart the slick lips of her pussy and then begin to slide inside her. The sorcerer's cock was big, much bigger than any Jordyn had ever had, and she could feel it stretching her insides farther and farther apart as she lowered herself down onto it further and further, holding back tears all the while.
By the time Jordyn felt the Necromancer bottom out inside of her, its cock buried to the hilt in her warm and welcoming folds and its head practically pressing against its cervix, the tears of pain had come, but still she pushed past them. She wriggled her hips lightly, adjusting to the fat monster filling her up and getting used to the feel of the sorcerer's withered balls pressing against her ass. She hurt, inside, from her cunt all the way to her stomach, and could feel the swollen meat throbbing inside of her, stretching her wide and tearing her apart.
She started slowly, at first, moving herself up and down just a little at a time, feeling the Necromancer's cock slide back and forth inside of her, never fully out, but buried within her to varying degrees. She whined and whimpered a little as she felt the sorcerer's meat stretching her all the while, sliding in and out of her delicate pussy as it stretched her farther and farther apart. She wriggled and bucked her hips as she learned to take every inch of the cock buried inside her, adjusting her position accordingly and then moving up and down, up and down, up and down…
As such, it wasn't long before Jordyn was riding the Necromancer like she had been born for this very purpose.
Jordyn fucked herself on the Necromancer's cock as though she had been looking forward to the experience all her life, going about it passionately and wildly, without a thought to how she looked or sounded. She rode the sorcerer as hard and as fast as he could, her hips bucking wildly and her entire body shaking and quivering as she took its cock deeper and deeper inside her, savoring the sensation of its fat prick slamming into her again and again, stretching her little pussy far past any previous limitations. Her pale but voluptuous breasts bounced and down beautifully in time with her movements, swaying to and fro and providing the Necromancer with the best view in the house.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Uhnn!" Jordyn moaned and groaned loudly as she lifted herself up and down on the Necromancer's throbbing cock, bucking her hips and digging her nails into the sorcerer's abdomen in order to keep steady. The sound of her hips and ass slapping against the Necromancer's withered hips grew louder and louder over time, echoing throughout the stone chamber, witness as well to the young woman's excitement and enthusiasm. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhnn…!"
Even the Necromancer itself was surprised at the passion and enthusiasm with which the young woman threw herself into their lovemaking, her hips rolling and bucking perfectly, riding the fat cock buried inside her and causing wave after wave of long-forgotten pleasure to come crashing down over the undead sorcerer's withered body. It had been centuries since last the Necromancer had enjoyed the flesh of a woman in this way, and never before had it done so with such a willing and active participant. Jordyn rode the darkling being like a woman possessed, determined to take each and every inch of its cock as hard and fast and as deep as she possibly could.
As Jordyn's movements grew faster and faster, and even more passionate still, riding the Necromancer like a wanton whore whose sole purpose in life was to breed and be bred, the sorcerer began to respond in kind, with what little physical energy it had preserved over the centuries. It thrust upwards into the young woman's tightening cunt as she lifted herself up and down atop it, pushing itself deeper and deeper each time, and causing the girl to coo and whimper and whine in response. Never before had the sorcerer felt or witnessed such sexual ecstasy, even as it skeletal fingers clutched onto Jordyn's pale hips, moving back farther and farther to her buttocks as they came slamming down again and again.
"Your lust and depravity impress me," the Necromancer hissed as it looked up at the young woman passionately riding its throbbing cock, even smiling as best it could as Jordyn opened her eyes in response and looked down upon the sorcerer with an expression of complete and unsurpassed longing. It tightened its grip on her bucking hips, digging its clawed nails into her soft flesh until it drew blood, eliciting a loud whimper from the girl that only brought more pleasure to the sorcerer. "You are unlike other women, young Jordyn. I will take my time corrupting you…"
"Y-Yes," Jordyn merely moaned in response, biting her lip as she looked down at the Necromancer and felt its fingers digging into the supple flesh of her tender ass. There were still tears in her eyes as she rode the sorcerer, lifting herself up and down on its mighty cock, but these were tears of pleasure now, and nothing but. "Fuck me. Corrupt me. Do with me as you please. My flesh belongs to you…!"
The young woman surrendered herself entirely to the sorcerer bouncing up and down on the Necromancer as she took its cock again and again and again, finally leaning back so she could place her hands behind her as she rode the sorcerer, providing it with an even better view of its cock stretching her pussy wide as it slid in and out of her. Sweat gleamed on her pale skin, her short hair fluttered with her movements, and her breathing came hard and fast the harder and faster she rode, bucking her hips as she fought to squeeze the Necromancer's cock tighter and tighter every time it was thrust up into her.
Meanwhile, the Necromancer clearly enjoyed Jordyn's wild and wanton movements, especially the sight of her fucking herself atop its cock, better presented with her leaning back and giving it an even better view of her writhing body. Increasingly enchanted by the way the young woman's breasts bounced up and down in time with her movements, it slowly and carefully began moving its clawed hands up from Jordyn's ass to her voluptuous mounds, taking hold of them and relishing the feel of such soft and excited flesh against its own withered hands. The Necromancer felt the young woman's nipples harden at its touch as she thrust her chest towards the sorcerer, as though begging for more, demanding the Necromancer grope and squeeze and fondle her bouncing tits until they were red and sore and bruised.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Jordyn moaned and groaned, still moving faster and faster, slamming her ass down on the Necromancer as she took each and every inch of its swollen cock, bucking and rolling her hips like a slut in heat. She tightened herself around the sorcerer as best she could, thrusting her breasts into its hands, grinding her ass into its hips, even digging her booted feet against its thighs and grabbing hold of its legs to better steady herself. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck…!"
Eventually, it all became almost too much for the Necromancer, despite its millennia of experience, and its thrusts upwards into Jordyn began to lose their rhythm but increase in speed and intensity. The sight of her pale body writhing atop it, the sensation of her sopping wet busy tightening around its thrusting cock, the beauty of her breasts, the passion in her movements, the desire in her eyes, it was all overwhelming for one such as ancient and stagnated as the Necromancer, and soon it was unable to hold back any longer.
"Raaaaggh!" the Necromancer roared loudly, its green eyes flashing with dangerous energies as it experienced its first orgasm in far, far, far too long. Its skeletal hands dug into Jordyn's soft breasts, again drawing blood, as it thrust upwards and buried itself to the hilt inside the young woman's quivering cunt, releasing its seed straight up into her hungry womb. "Yesssss…!"
"Ohhhhhh…!" Jordyn gasped in response, her eyes squeezing closed and her mouth opening wide as she felt the Necromancer ejaculate itself her, burst after burst of warm spunk filling her shuddering tunnels and painting her womb white. Then, biting her lip, she rolled her hips a little, grinding down into the Necromancer's waist as she took load after load of eldritch cream, so much it began to overflow and drool out of her well-fucked pussy.
Whether Jordyn experienced orgasm or not, the Necromancer did not know, but neither did it care. With its own goal achieved, the sorcerer released the young woman's breasts, now red and covered in small markings where it had squeezed far too hard, and let them fall back down towards her soft hips. A moment later, it both saw and felt Jordyn pushing herself forward, keeping its cock firmly buried inside her as she looked down upon the withered husk of a man, her eyes still full of lust and longing.
"You are a most unusual mortal, young Jordyn," the Necromancer growled, not without a hint of pride or even affection in its voice, its green eyes still gleaming and its hard cock still spurting little bursts of cum inside the young woman. "You paid your price, and you paid it well, perhaps better than any before you."
"Th-Thank you," Jordyn responded, a weary smile on her face and tears still in her eyes as she ground her hips into the Necromancer's waist, still riding its fat cock and apparently more than willing to go for another round if need be. "And…my revenge?"
"Oh, you will have your revenge," the Necromancer assured her, smiling as best it could despite its incredible fatigue. It was learning to like this young woman, and already devising a plan in which it could perhaps secure her as a servant or slave. "Tell me, child, who is it you wish vengeance upon?"
Jordyn smiled and, when next she spoke, it was little more than whisper.
"You."
Physically exhausted and caught completely unawares, the Necromancer had only enough time to notice as Jordyn's look of longing and weariness transformed into one of anger, rage, and hate. Before the sorcerer even knew what was happening, the young woman had reached back into her right boot, retrieved the sharpened dagger she had hidden within, and slit its throat.
The Necromancer's green eyes went wide as it both saw and felt its throat being sliced open, a cascade of hot blood bursting forth and splattering across the bed as well as all over Jordyn's naked body. Already feeling its unnaturally long life fading away, and without enough breath to mutter even a single spell with which to save itself, it had only enough energy to lift its hands up to try and cover its gushing wound as best it could.
"W-Why?" the sorcerer asked, its eyes full of fear and confusion, having never considered the possibility of its own death, particularly under such unusual circumstances.
"I told you before: I know who you are," Jordyn responded, practically hissing, completely unconcerned with the hot blood covering her face, her breasts, or the rest of her naked form. "You killed the only girl I ever loved in one of your sick rituals. You took everything from me. You will never take anything from anyone else ever again."
The last thing the Necromancer ever saw was the look of pure, unadulterated hatred gleaming in Jordyn's tearful eyes as she plunged her blade into its heart and ended its unnaturally long life once and for all.