Breaking Taboos

~Breaking Taboos

Lina poured over the musty tomes, somewhere in here had to be something more. She managed to spirit the zombies away from the graveyard to her home in the woods on the outskirts of town, and managed to keep them hidden and out of sight. But as much as she enjoyed her time with them, with their chiselled features and their gigantic members, there was something missing…
Her personal library wasn’t all that expansive, it also had massive gaps. She pressed her fingers to her temples and sighed. What was missing was a mind. The zombies were eager to please as always but they were merely toys, things to be commanded. She wanted a companion, someone who could appreciate this mortal coil with her.
She glanced around the tiny room, there was nothing on her shelves about making an undead with a mind that wasn’t bent on eating everyone. Ghouls had a mind, ate people for their memories, skills and powers. Vampires had a mind, simply ate people because they needed to eat. She needed something a little less… visceral.
Her eyes scanned over a title that she’d long neglected, one regarding autonomous golems. Her eyes widened. One of the sickest, blackest and darkest magical arts was the grotesquery, or ‘flesh golem’ for those who couldn’t pronounce it properly.  She pondered, perhaps that could work, but human sacrifice was not really something she wanted to toy with.
Her eyes widened, all death is a sacrifice provided they were in the magic circle. She wouldn’t have to kill anyone, there were plenty of old fogeys in town just waiting to die. She’d just have to inscribe a circle out of sight and wait. At the very least, she’d have to spend a lot of time in preparation, the sacrifice is useless if the body isn’t ready.
She slammed the book shut, the noise making her jump. She grabbed her coat, there was work to be done.

***

The graveyard was abandoned as always. It was new moon this night, good for slinking by unseen. Lina slipped through to the latest coffin in the mausoleum. She paid the gravedigger a decent sum to hold a ‘pretty new arrival’, aside for her. She should have known that he would use his owns standards.
Instead of the hunky miner she wanted, she instead got a woman’s corpse. Raven-black hair, breasts so large they could smother a man, hips that drew all the attention everywhere she walked… Lina knew of the person in life, a new arrival in the town. A party-goer few hobbies other than drinking like a fish, she predicably died of alcohol poisoning. No one missed her, the three people who came to her funeral were shooed away by the priest when it became apparent they just wanted to fuck the corpse while it was still warm.
Lina was saddened when she remembered the gravedigger telling her that. She wondered if she would be missed upon her own death. Lina shook these thoughts out, no point dwelling on it when there’s a life to live. She turned back to the coffin. She at least had a subject for her new grotesquery. Normally grotesqueries were a messy stitched up pile of shambling flesh, but that’s also mostly to do with the fact that completed corpses were usually wasted on projects like that, offcuts were more practical as they let the necromancer stitch it up however they pleased. Still, it wasn’t the shell that was important, it was the soul. Now she just had to find a way to work around the whole human sacrifice taboo…

***

Lina didn’t hurry home, closing on midnight there wasn’t anyone likely to bother her. Fatigued, she dragged her feet, head still tilling over ideas on how to accomplish this. Breaking into people’s homes to inscribe the circle on the off chance that they’d keel over was too much of a time-consuming nightmare to consider, even if she only focused on the elderly.
Her musings didn’t last long however as she heard a scuffling of feet behind her. As she turned, she was met with a two-by-four to the face. Blackness took her.
She woke up on a bloodied wooden slab, bound by the hands and feet, a black-clad figure leering over her.
	“Nice to have you with us… We can’t start the show when the star is sleeping on the job now.”
Lina blinked the blurriness away. When her vision settled, she glanced about, taking inventory of the room. The mounted female human trophy heads were incredibly creepy, it didn’t help that the glass eyes were realistic or that each of them had been so lovingly preserved. It didn’t help that there were so damn many.
Great. She was in the basement of a serial murderer. She was sinking into herself, feeling a little more hopeless and helpless with each passing moment. This kind of morbid fascination, exactly what kind of powerful necromancer did she enrage?
	“You know, lovely girls like you should never play with dead things… Should have left that to people like me…” he produced a scalpel, “but that’s a lesson that’s too little, too late…”
Wait, this murderer was mundane? Lina burst out laughing, taking the man by surprise, “Oh this is just too perfect! Either someone downstairs loves me or lady luck took a shine for once.”
	“What are you blathering about!” the man sprang on Lina, pointing the tip of the scalpel close to her eye.
The physical contact made the rest so easy for Lina. A swirl of green energy erupted around the man. He backed off, staring at his hands which glowed a sickly cast. He was growing feeble, withering with the spell.
	“I can’t believe it, I was just musing about how I was going to collect a soul for my grotesquery and lo and behold, the gods grant me one that’s completely guilt free!”
His eyes were alight with fear as his body gave out from under him, the life drain spell had enfeebled him to the point where he couldn’t even hold up his own weight.
With the temporary surge of strength, Lina snapped free of her binds and stood over the murderer. She chanted as she inscribed the circle on the ground with a fingertip. The man tried to claw his way towards Lina, but his body didn’t want to respond to his requests.
The necromancer happily chanted as she finished the circle and straightened. When her incantation finished, she grinned, “You just made my whole life just that much easier!”
The man tried to plead but his voice was drowned out by the roar of energy surging from his body and into Lina’s.
	“Thanks again,” murmured Lina as she relaxed in the warm glow of the cannibalised life-force.
As the man expired, his body compressed down, blood, bone, viscera and all, into a tiny purple gem. Lina delicately plucked it off the floorboards.
She looked about the room she was in. It was likely that there were restless spirits as a result of these crimes. She grimaced, there was going to be some tough work ahead of her. She looked upon the spirit shard. At least, she’ll get this grotesquery on its feet first.

***

Lina was grinning when she placed the spirit shard into the corpse’s ripcage. Her clothes fluttered about as the whirling magics in the room surged with power. Lina chuckled, she was about to build a grotesquery that would be unable to live up to its name. The altar was set and her will about to be done.
The whirling magic poured into the corpse and the shard shattered, unleashing the soul within into the empty shell. Then the magic overloaded. Lina panicked, trying to stymie the flow, but it quickly occurred to her that it couldn’t be stopped, the ritual was moving as it was meant to.
The magic ruptured the body, sending a spattering of viscera all over the room, staining Lina’s clothes.
The whirling ritual subsided, as the corpse opened her red eyes.
Lina blinked, looking at the grotesquery.
	“Hello…” said the corpse.
	“Uhh… hi?” said Lina, surprised, and a little concerned, that she could talk.
	“Who am I?” asked the grotesquery as it tried to sit up.
Lina eased her back down, “easy, easy… something went wrong when I made you. You mind lying down for a bit while I fix you?”
	“Oh, sure…”
She suddenly realised why they were so grotesque, the process of reinforcing the body or patching the mess always worked out… messy.

Over the next couple of hours Lina stitched the new grotesquery back together. She seemed to be a blank slate, the language and reasoning skills weren’t actually because of the manifestation of the soul like Lina was concerned about, but rather an invocation of the ritual. Meaning that Lina was free to teach the grotesquery everything she wanted. They went through a list of names, letting the newly raised construct decide one for herself. In the end, she decided she liked ‘Nora’.
	“Well…” said Lina as she clipped the last stitch, “I think you’re good to go. Try sitting up”
Nora strained a little as she got her bearings, but ended up sitting upright just fine, much to Lina’s relief. The work that went into mending her was insane, she had to reattach one leg at the thigh, the other at the knee, close an exploded ribcage, stitch a gash in the gut, sew the shoulderblades back down and putting rods up the spine to reset it properly.
Lina appraised the flesh golem before her and felt her loins moisten a little at the sight. Those breasts were much better moving, alive and animate. The way they rocked and jiggled at her movement made Lina feel a tiny pang of guilt over how much she was enjoying the scenery.
	“Oh, thank all the myriad gods you’re okay!” Lina threw her arms around Nora.
Nora blinked, “So… umm… mistress?” said Nora, “What am I?”
Lina drew back so that Nora could see her smile, “With any luck, a good friend.”
Nora imitated the smile as best as she could, “This… means happy, right?”
Lina’s smile widened, “yes, yes it does.”
	“Happy… is good right?”
	“I think it is.”
	“I… don’t know happy…”
	“I’m sure I can show you some things that make me happy,” shrugged Lina, “I have a few pretty wildflowers growing in a patch by this place, walking through them always lightens my mood.”
Nora cocked her head, trying to follow Lina’s hungering gaze.
	“Why are you staring at my lap?”
	“Oh, what? I wasn’t…” she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing.
	“Does… staring at my lap… make you happy?”
Lina paused and gulped, “it… it does… I guess…” she scratched the back of her head.
Nora blinked, slowly piecing together an understanding. She swung around so that her legs dangled off the edge of the altar and opened them so that Lina could get a better look.
	“I… uh…” Lina recoiled, gasping.
	“Does this… make you unhappy?” asked Nora.
	“No, believe me it doesn’t!” snapped Lina, “I just… didn’t… expect that…”
Nora blinked, “but you said you like looking there, that it made you happy.”
	“Yes, but now I want to reach out and touch it and…” Lina couldn’t speak, her face was beet red.
Nora nodded, “Well mistress, if touching it makes you happy…”
Before Lina could react, Nora had snatched Lina’s hand and drew it to her pussy. Lina’s heart got caught in her throat as her fingers made contact with the delicate folds. Lina carefully teased a finger over Nora’s clit.
	“Do… you feel anything from that?” asked Lina
Nora let out a tiny cry, “I do mistress. What I feel I cannot say…”
	“Because you don’t understand?”
Nora nodded.
	“What if I told you that it’s something I like feeling? That it makes me happy?”
Nora drew Lina’s hand closer, “Then I’d like you to… make me feel these things mistress, make me feel happy”
Lina grinned as she drew nearer to Nora, rubbing and caressing the clit as she groped one of her massive breasts. She leant in to the grotesquery and pressed her lips against her.
Nora took some time to get used to it, but she slowly closed her eyes and relaxed into Lina’s lead. The necromancer charged a slight tingle of magic into her touch, causing a shiver up Nora’s spine. Lina moved from the grotesquery’s lips and kissed her cheek, which Nora thought felt nice and sweet. When Lina kissed her way to Nora’s ear however, ‘sweet’ stopped being the right word. A small nibble of the ear, a kiss under the lobe, a gentle probing of the tip of the tongue along the rim all caused Nora to gasp and her chest to heave. Lina then started making her way downwards, stitching delicate kisses down the back of her neck.
Nora let out a choked cry as she started shaking from the attention. She was finding it more and more difficult to keep her legs open and the kisses that Lina was leaving on her sank down into something primal that wanted to writhe against her. It didn’t take long for Nora’s deathly pale face to go flushed as she clamped her teeth around her bottom lip.
Before long she let out a shaky moan as her body was sent over the proverbial edge, she started moving her hips, trying to rub into the more abrasive parts of Lina’s fingers for some more sensation. She wrapped a hand around the back of Lina’s head and pushed her face into her neck.
	“M-Mistress… I…” she couldn’t finish the thought between the moans and gasps issuing from her lips.
Within moments however, her body felt like it was settling down. Lina sensed this too as she gently parted Nora’s pussy. Nora didn’t understand why, but she wanted those dainty, delicate fingers inside her more than anything else in the world.
When Lina inserted two fingers inside, it shot through Nora like a spear, propelling the feeling right up into her chest where her dead heart beat with renewed life. The cries she was making before were nothing compared the ones she was making then. Each little twitch of Lina’s fingers were enough to send pleasant tingles up the spine, so when Lina worked inside with powerful ‘come hither’ motions, running her soft fingertips along the pussy walls, Nora could barely hold it in. Her free hand whipped to her un-groped breast and started trying to match what Lina was doing with the other. Lina’s kissing of her neck intensified, disabling Nora’s ability to even speak.
	“M-Mistress…” was all she managed before Lina sank her fingers as deep inside Nora as she could. That last powerful thrust was all it took for Nora to lose her composure entirely. She let loose a wild scream as Lina thrust her fingers, firm and hard, each motion rocking Nora’s world until her body could handle the intensity no more. She fell limp in Lina’s arms, though the necromancer never relented in her groping, kissing and thrusting until Nora’s moans had quietened to a whisper.
	“How do you feel now?” asked Lina.
Nora threw her arms around Lina, “H…Happy…” she smiled.
Lina smirked, “Glad to have shown you something… now…”
Nora slid off the altar and to her knees.
	“Mistress, is there anything I can do to make you feel so good?”
Lina blushed, “Well…” The necromancer quickly pulled her clothes off and approached the grotesquery. Nora smiled as she saw her mistress’s dainty form for the first time.
Before Lina could act, Nora threw her arms around Lina’s legs and started kissing up the inside of her thigh.
	“I was thinking…” said Nora, remembering how nice the kisses felt, “How happy would it make you feel if I kissed you here…”
She leant forward and planted a kiss right on Lina’s clit, causing the necromancer to gasp, “Very happy actually…” murmured the necromancer as Nora got to work. Nora’s little pecks and kisses felt nice, especially with how gentle she was being, but there was something missing.
	“Use your tongue more…” Lina moaned, “get right in there…”
Nora hummed an acknowledgement which sent a shiver through Lina. Within moments, Nora started working at Lina with her tongue, rolling it gently over the surface of Lina’s clit. The necromancer’s chest heaved as Nora slipped the tip of her tongue under the hood, drawing a delicate crescent over it.
It wasn’t long before Lina’s body started disobeying her, her knees got wobbly as Nora lapped at her pussy. Before long, Nora got another idea and gently slid her tongue downwards. A few moments later Nora withdrew her tongue and then thrust it right inside Lina.
Lina let out a cry as Nora tried to emulate what Lina had done to her, only with her tongue. Nora then pressed her face in, rubbing up against the outside of the pussy. Lina’s knees nearly gave out completely as Nora managed to stimulate the clit as well in just the right way.
Nora got firmer with her tongue, her motions more needle-like as she progressed, Lina’s body growing more wobbly, she planted one hand on the back of Nora’s head to force her face in harder and the other hand on her shoulder so that she didn’t fall over.
It didn’t take long for Lina to lose her composure as Nora pressed on, forcing her tongue through the walls of a tightening pussy. Then in one tumultuous cry, Lina’s body relaxed as her juices flowed freely, slowly running down Nora’s chin.
Nora reached up as she pulled away from Lina’s pussy, catching the necromancer before she fell over. She pulled her mistress down and sat her in her lap.
As Lina tried to catch her breath, she felt Nora’s fingers gingerly play their way down to Lina’s pussy.
	“It seems I made you happy mistress...”
	“You did… but I’ll be happier still before too long,” she smirked, “Once you’re feeling up to it, I have a few zombie friends I should be introducing you to…”