fairly soon it's going to be something more noticeable. Something that's going to upset people." She picked idly at the tattered sleeve of what had recently been a chic Sonia Rykiel dress, "Clothes aren't a problem. People seem to wear any old thing nowadays, but I somehow don't think they'll be able to handle the sight of your nose dropping off!"
"Don't say that!" Maxi grinned ghoulishly, "You know it makes my flesh crawl."
"Maxi! Please!" she replied, torn between admonishing him for his tasteless humor and loving him for trying to cheer her up.
Dear sweet Maxi. He was a treasure, one of her most brilliantly designed re-animates. His face was exquisite and his body superb -- for the time being -- and he had a cock between his legs like the branch of a lusty young tree! He was the lover to end all lovers, and what was more he had a gentle, caring personality to match. They
had
to solve their dilemma for his sake; it would be a crime to watch such a work of art decompose.
Something which was what would happen quite soon if they didn't find themselves a sorcerer.
*** *** ***
Wesley was scribbling furiously. He had never had a story gel so quickly, and it was going so well that he had almost forgotten his erection. Well, almost forgotten it.
The story was a mood piece -- his specialty -- a simple evocation of the events and impressions of his journey. A lonely traveler had been thrown together with the undead -- in the form of a pair of infernal but beautiful lovers based on the rag'n'bone couple he had just seen. In reality, they would probably be tickled pink to know that a complete stranger was writing a story about them, and for a moment Wesley considered using it as a chat-up line. It was such a damn shame that she was already "taken".
Oh God, what about a threesome? A real, sexual
menage a trois
? He directed the notion to his story. Yes! The lovers were the two corners of a triangle in a relentless search for a third.
Yes yes yes!
The solitary writer was the missing element but he didn't know it. He had the same power that they did, but it was latent, undiscovered.
His red pen raced across the page. He could hardly wait to get home and get all this onto disk. If only he didn't have to go up North.
He glanced around quickly, half expecting the weird and wonderful travelers to be gone. To his relief they were still there, sitting just behind him: their two pale faces close together and the fatigue of some desperate worry written heavy on their fabulous features.
*** *** ***
"But we always knew this might happen," said Maxi philosophically.
Luciferia smiled. She had originally patterned her paramour magician as a frivolous, pleasure-loving creature, but right now, he was proving to be astoundingly sensible and mature.
Mature? That was a bitter twist! They were both well past their "sell by" date now, and soon it would start to show. She felt a flash of cold anger at their fate. "If Serena Black wasn't dead already, I'd kill her!" she muttered darkly, "We had a nice thing going there, the three of us, but I might've known it wouldn't suit her. She never could bear to share."
"I liked that arrangement too!" Maxi smirked, and then flicked his hand absently over their coffee cups. The murky fluid promptly disappeared.
"You would, you randy bugger! It was the best triad of all from your point of view: one male and two highly libidinous females. Non-stop pussy. And don't do
that
! We're low enough on power as it is!" Maxi steepled his errant fingers to preclude any further tricks. "It was a bit tiring though, sometimes," he observed innocently.
"That, Maxi, is because you're such a lazy creature! How can it be tiring when you lie back and let the woman ride you? It's no wonder you've got more power left than I have. I've used up all mine pleasuring you!"
She had done it again. Lost her temper with the sweetest, kindest familiar she had ever resurrected. "I'm sorry, Maxi darling, I didn't mean to snap at you.
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