Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Damnit... she responded as the enchantress explained the situation. So, the necromancer hadn't really released control of it? Figures. Now the beast had her in his grip again, his cold fingers once again teasing her pussy. It was a curious sensation, to be so powerless and have her intimate regions stroked like that. They even seemed to twitch of their own accord against the stimulation. If she wasn't so furious, it might almost have been pleasurable. But, she couldn't think about that now. She had to escape, to save herself from the imminent humiliation. There was no way that she knew to wrest control back of her zombie. The spells in her book were only preventatives. Not that it mattered, she couldn't reach her spells anyway. So, the only logical solution was, if she couldn't control her beast, then no one could. Had not she summoned it with her own power? Then certainly she could send it back. Closing her eyes, she focused on the barrier. She could sense the boundary between life and death around him. It was weak, having been breached in his summoning. There was also that connection, weak though it was, between her will and him. That could be easily severed once he was gone, though. A small push would send him spiraling backwards into the abyss. This would be better if she could chant a spell of touch the beast with her hand, but hopefully, the contact between them now would be enough. Gently, she nudged at the barrier with her will, trying to send the beasts' consciousness back. For a minute, the creature froze, his movements halted, caught between the two worlds. Just a little more... just a little more... Then she hit a snag. In her mind's eye, there was a thin line, humming and vibrating brightly. It connected the beast to something else, something else besides herself that was tying it to the land of the living. Dully, she realized what it was. It was the line that tied her revenant to the necromancer. Let go... she growled, unclear who she was addressing. She pushed more, enough so that the line become taught and strained, but it was too strong. If only she knew a little more she could cut it, severed the connection between the two. But she couldn't. She didn't know how. All she could do was push harder and hope it snapped. The more she tried to force it, however, the more she felt that she would be the one to break. The boundary around life and death wobbled from her prodding, a little too much. Rhiannon knew the danger it posed to herself if she pushed it to much, how it could swallow her own soul even as she attempted to send what she had resurrected back. Eventually she was forced to give up. Her head hanging down, she panted, exhausted with the effort. The beast, as if woken from a brief sleep, resumed its actions obediently, caressing the girl's sensitive pussy with his cold fingers. Overwhelmed with frustration, Rhiannon snarled and suddenly bucked against the restraints. Listen you self-righteous, BITCH. Let me go RIGHT NOW. This has gone FAR enough! You think you can get away with this? You can't! You can't! YOU CAN'T The girl's voice became more shrill as her temper tantrum continued. It was pointless, though, as neither her bindings or the beast budged.