I don’t remember my name; it was lost in history as I used so many aliases to protect my identity. I was born somewhere in Europe around a hundred years before Jesus Christ. I don’t know the date or who my parents were. I was told my mother died in childbirth and my father then left me on the doorstep of a neighbor. I lived there until I was kicked out due to my special gift, a gift that is both a curse and a blessing, for I am a Necromancer.

How does it work, you may wonder? Well, there are two types of necromancers. The ancient ones, like myself and the taught ones. I and my ilk can simply by touching the dead person’s heart and brain read its thoughts that linger in the dead once their soul has left the body. Sometimes we could reach the soul, but we prefer not to do it as it stops it from moving on.

The taught necromancers use spells, sacrifices, and such, not a very pretty sight and not very exact. I have always thought it was a bad idea to teach people the art of Necromancy. If you are not gifted with it, you shouldn’t be meddling in such dangerous and sometimes emotional work.

I have worked for kings, queens, emperors, farmers, merchants, and anyone else who might need my services. I don’t do it if I feel there is malice in play. Some do whatever they are paid for but I try to keep some ethics and morals in my work. To invade a dead person’s most private thoughts and feelings is invasive enough; one doesn’t have to be a dick about it as well.

This is the first of many stories I will tell you from my adventures, some will be happy, some sad, but all will be filled with sex and wild experiences from across the world and through the millennium.

The Nun

I was in France just after the French Revolution. It was a time of upheaval and many dead. I was thriving as so many wanted to pay me to find out where the dead aristocrats and landowners had hidden their money. I wasn’t cherishing this kind of work but a man has to eat, drink and survive so I did what was asked of me.

One day, as I was walking along a country lane enjoying the evening sun setting over the fields of wine. I came upon the body of a nun. She was young and lay by side of the road. Her robe neatly around her body and her hands clasped over her chest. I bent down and touched her bare skin, feeling her body heat. She had been dead for a few hours only. I felt around her body and realized she had either been run down by a wagon of sorts or trampled by a horse. Whoever had been involved had had the decency to put her to the side, but not to contact the authorities, a coward.

She had a pretty face, oval in shape with almond eyes and a dark complexion. I figured she was of mixed blood, maybe a bastard child sent to a cloister. I gently pushed my hand in under her robe to where the ribs end while placing my other hand on her head. Gently I began to push and squeeze my fingers and my nails slid into the tissue of her front and through her skull into her brain.

I shivered as I made the connection to her memories. Her name had been Marie and she was just twenty-one years of age. My eyes rolled back as I immersed myself in her memories and a smile played on my lips as I learned about her last days of life.

“Marie, Father Luis is coming today and you need to clean up the guest room.”

She hated the voice of the old hag, screeching and dry. Mother Christine was as old as time itself and never said a kind word to anyone. She ran them like her personal slaves and between her and the praying, there wasn’t much time to be by oneself.

“Yes, mother. I will get right to it.”

She walked up the three flights of stairs and entered the guest room. The dust had collected on the stone floor and on the rough table. The crucifix on the wall above the bed wasn’t straight. Marie began to clean and her mind drifted off to Father Luis. He was a kind old man, and she looked at him like the grandfather she had never known. He would tell her stories of his travels to the holy land and beyond, about peoples and tribes far, far away that didn’t believe in the Holy Church or Jesus Christ. His work was the most important to him but whenever he was back in France he took his time to visit the nuns and monks in the area where he lived.

Marie collected her broom and went back downstairs and when she reached the bottom she heard the lunch bell ring. She dropped off the broom and rushed to the dining hall where most of the other nuns were already seated. Mother Christine gave her a harsh look before saying grace. The food was a thin soup with potatoes and other vegetables from the garden. To drink there was water. Marie had never tried wine or juice made out of apples or pears.

“I’m so excited, I wonder what Father Luis's sermon will be about this time,” said Sister Anna who sat opposite Marie. She was the same age and had been sent to the cloister when her father had found her in the stable with the stable boy doing dirty and unholy things. Marie had never dared ask exactly what Anna had been doing. But she had one more year left before she could go back home after being there for three.

“I have no idea, probably about being a good human being, tender to the poor, the usual.”

Anna drank from her glass. “I guess. But he is such a wonderful old man.”

After lunch, the nuns cleaned up the dining hall and then went to their rooms for prayer and rest. During the afternoon they were divided up into groups, some tendered the garden, others made trinkets that they sold in the market. Marie loved to be outside so she always offered to work in the garden.

Father Louis arrived early the following morning and all the nuns and Mother Christine were outside to greet him. He didn’t travel alone due to his old age and his assistant, a young monk named Albert helped him off the horse.

“Welcome, welcome Father Luis,” gushed Mother Christine and kissed his hand.

“Now, now, stand up, and let me look at you. Still looking like the day we met, you haven’t aged a year, Sister.”

Mother Christine actually blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. She might be rough with the nuns but she was like melting butter in the hands of the Father.

When he saw Marie he walked up to her and put his hand on her cheek. “My child, I am pleased to see you are in good health. Why don’t you and I take a walk later in the afternoon? I have much to tell you.”

Marie watched him go inside followed by Albert and Mother Christine. She was so excited that he had chosen her over all the other nuns. She and the others went back to their work. Marie was ecstatic as she worked along with the others and wondered what exciting stories the old man would have to tell her this time.

As the sun began to set she met Father Luis at the gate and they began to walk towards the little river a few hundred yards away. The Father liked to sit there and look and listen to the water floating by. It was a warm evening with no wind and the birds were chirping in the bushes and trees.

They found the spot and Father Luis slowly sat down on a tree trunk and Marie took a place in front of him on the ground. He took a few breathes and then began to speak.

“I have known you since you came here so many years ago and I have seen you grow up to become a good Christian and a human being. Mother Christine, though she can be an old hag always has kind words about you when I asked. No, no, don’t look surprised, I know her well. I have a favor to ask you, and I want you to think about hard, but fast.”

Marie felt immense joy as the old priest had so much faith in her. “Of course father Luis, I will do anything you ask of me.”

“Good. I have been told that I’m gravely ill and I don’t have much time left and it is the wish of this old man to feel the warm and naked embrace of a young naked woman before he dies.”

Marie sat quietly trying to understand exactly what the priest was asking of her and then it dawned on her. “But Father Luis, if you take a woman while being a priest you will surely go to hell!”

Father Luis shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe, maybe not, I can always ask for forgiveness on my death bed and as far as you go, I will bless you after mass this same evening. What do you say, will you make me happy?”

“I... I don’t know, I have never been with a man, I don’t know what to do.”

“I do, I have seen people fornicate like animals, like wild dogs in heat!”

Marie pulled back. She didn’t like the sound of doing something animals did. “I’m not sure I am the right girl for you. Maybe talk to Anna, she has fornicated.”

“That little whore, never! I want a virgin, just like you.”

While he spoke his hand was digging around inside his robe and before her eyes he pulled out his manhood that stood straight up.

“Does it please you? I had a witch in Italy make me a potion so I would be hard from you and I saved her from the fires as a thank you.”

Marie stared at the hard cock in front of her. It had a head like a mushroom and dark read. It seemed to be something leaking out of the tip and the shaft was thick and heavily veined.

“Come, don’t be shy, come and touch it,” said Father Luis holding out his hand.

Marie got up and took it and he pulled her close so she was sitting on his lap. She looked down at the thing and was afraid to touch it.

“Don’t be shy now. The commoners call it a cock and women all around the world enjoy one. Trust your instincts and just do what comes naturally to you.”

Marie felt something stir deep inside her, something that had laid dormant her entire life but now came awake with a vengeance. She grabbed the shaft in her hand and instinctively knew what to do. She stroked it up and down while watching in wonder how the clear liquid began to flow out of the tiny whole. She slid down on the ground and opened her mouth wide and then lowering it.

Father Luis watched in fascination as the young girl took his cock in her mouth and when her lips closed around it and she began to slide up and down, he raised his head and hands to the sky. “Lord in heaven, how you can be so cruel? How can you let your simple worshippers, the ones who dedicate their lives to you, not at the same time experience this wonder, this divine experience?”

He closed his eyes and the next thing that came out of his mouth sounded very different. “Oh, oh, yes, suck it, suck it, you horny little nun!”

Marie wondered when she would know when it was time to stop. Would Father Luis tell her or should she know by instinct? As she pondered over this the father suddenly moaned loudly, grabbed the trunk he was sitting on, and then Marie’s mouth was filled with a hot gooey liquid. She tried to swallow but most of it run out along the shaft and pooled around the base.

Father Luis took a few deep breaths and then gently pulled her up. “We are almost done, my dear. Lean against the trunk and show me your bottom.”

Marie did what she was told and before she knew it the shaft came poking at her holy place. She gasped as it pushed inside and when she felt something rip inside she yelped.

“Lord, all-merciful Lord who is in heaven! I am willing to go to hell and back for this!” moaned the Father.

Father Luis grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out. Marie had to steady herself or he would have pushed her over the trunk. It didn’t last very long and this time her holy cup was filled with the liquid squirting from the shaft.

Father Luis quickly put his cock back, adjusted his robe, and began the walk back, leaving Marie alone and confused. He then turned and called, “Come to confession and I will forgive you in the name of our Lord and savior.”

At 5 PM that evening Marie was lying on her bed. She had a crucifix in her hand and she had been praying constantly for the last 30 minutes asking God for forgiveness for what the old father had done to her but most of all the guilt she felt for enjoying it more than she should have. She knew her life would never be the same again. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and just like Eve she had given in to the snake. In this case a cock which she thought must be what the snake metaphor meant. She sighed and was about to begin praying again when she heard a commotion outside and running feet.

When she looked outside into the corrido nuns were hurrying back and forth like stirred ants. “What has happened,” she called to Anna who ran up to her.

“Oh it's horrible sister Marie, it’s Father Luis.”

“What about him?”

Anna sobbed. “He is dead.”

Marie stopped breathing and felt herself sink to the floor with her hands clutched to her chest. Without his absolution, she was heading straight to hell. The next time a priest came to take confession would be in a month and she couldn’t wait that long. Her only option was to run down to the village church for their six O’clock mass. She got up and ran down the corridor, out the doors, across the yard ignoring the others calling for her to stop. Out the gates she ran as fast as she could, heading for the road to the village.

She had time; she could see the church tower with its clock so she slowed down a little as she rounded a bend in the road. There was a sound behind her and as she turned to see her eyes opened wide and her mouth formed a scream but it was too late, the horse slammed into her and she hit her head hard against a rock, and Marie was no more.

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I let the young woman go and gently caressed her cheek. Such a short life rubbed out by a stupid accident. I had been with many women in my lifetime and in some way I was happy Marie had the opportunity to have sex before she died. I stood up and then began to walk away, looking back at the still body on the ground I wondered if she had gone to heaven or hell. Only God knew.