The Necromilf (Patreon)
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This' a mix of a lot of things at once. It's a little femdom, a little bit of bimbofication, technically... just what if a witch made a zombie just for her sexual pleasure?
I kept it a lot in the zombie's perspective for a kind of being under the woman's control point of view of the reader. Just being a beloved and mindless fuck slave is clearly what a lot of people would love. There's a lot of touches from other stories in here, like The Goblin and the Necromancer or Zombie-Chan Dead and Loving It, but it's got enough of its own voice that I really liked it. It was fun keeping Zelda as a kind of inept and bossy lady with a soft spot for her creation.
I also remember some excuse in the guy who made Dragon's Crown and those games that his necromancers were always huge-titted mommies because they're not so much death mages as they are giving new life, making them mother figures. I didn't really run with that much in here, but if there's room for big tits why not make big tits?
The young man woke up flat on his back looking up at a gorgeous and busty woman. She had pale skin and bags under her eyes as if she’d barely seen the sun, dressed in a broad-rimmed and pointed hat and long, loose robes. A gold necklace tipped in an ornamental skull rested between huge breasts that bobbed over his face for a moment before she sat upright, her short black hair flowing behind her as she looked towards some large book. The guy briefly thought he’d died and gone to heaven from the looks of the overly busty woman.
It turned out he was half right. He tried to move but was immediately stopped. He barely budged as his eyes rolled wearily over to see his arms and legs bound to the slab. The witchy woman clicked her tongue as she fingered through the book.
“That should be enough… rise and shine, handsome!” she ordered in a sultry voice.
She flicked her wrist and the bonds came loose. With the sound of creaking and dirt settling, The slim, shaggy-haired man sat upright on the slab. Everything felt a little stiffer than he remembered… not that he remembered much. He remembered this being his body, and…
His eyes rolled and he froze in place, his head flopping to one side.
“Hoo boy! Fuck fuck fuck,” the woman cursed.
She hurried over to her creation and steadied him in place. She lifted up his ratty old shirt and with a quickly muttered spell, her hand passed through his chest like it was made of water. She wrapped her fingers around his cold, dried up heart and squeezed it softly, coaxing it back into a semblance of a heartbeat.
The zombie didn’t have much for context, but it felt amazing. His body was stiff and cool, but she was warm and soft all over. Her big bosom rested against his body while her warm fingers stroked a fresh imitation of life into him. He started to groan softly as his brain started to sputter back into its basic functions.
“Okay. Maybe a little heavy on the magic to begin with. The power’s one thing, but that pea brain can’t handle that much at once just yet. We’ll work on it,” the brunette woman assured him.
She removed her hand from inside him and slid back a pace, snapping her fingers expectantly. The zombie’s head creaked over to face her. Apart from his hair being unkempt and long, he was a fairly fresh corpse. Almost no rot at all apart from the bit of grayish-blue tint to his skin that came from reanimation. Zelda smirked at her handiwork as she dusted some lingering dirt from his coffin off his broad chest and shoulders.
“Good boy. Senses seem sharp enough, all the same.”
The zombie smiled serenely. Her touch had clearly given him life, and it was so warm and pleasant compared to his own. He felt an intense connection to it, however much was magical and how much was just his limited perception adoring her sexy figure and strange sense of care for him.
“Well, first things first. You’re going to need a new name. Most of your memory should be a blank slate, and I don’t want the coppers overhearing the name at the wrong time… so you’re Ellis now. I knew a friend’s dog who was named that. Dumb thing but sweet as could be. You got that?”
The busty witch braced her hands on her hips as she looked at him. Ellis strained his face in a moment of effort.
“Ruhhhh…”
“What? No, come on. You should at least be able to make a word. Speak, Ellis,” Zelda said impatiently.
“Mmmmrrr…”
“That’s not what I meant. How about a ‘yes, master?’ A ‘happy to serve, mistress?’ A ‘thank you for all the magic giving me life and movement, my lady?”
Ellis sat there, still sorting out how air was going through his body when it really wasn’t. He grumbled as he shook some more dirt from his hair and ogled his unlife-giver’s large, bouncing chest.
“Ma… mom…” he gurgled out.
Zelda rubbed her chin with a finger as she inspected him.
“Well, I suppose that’ll do for a start. At least until we get you in proper minion mode for fetching things and eating intruders. So come along.”
The chesty necromancer held out her hands. Ellis dropped his limply into hers and she helped him stumble to his unevenly placed feet.
“It’ll get easier. One of the simpler things for a zombie to accomplish, even a drooling dopey one like you. Now come on, Ellis. Time to teach you how to use that rotten noggin of yours and put you to good use.”
Ellis entered a short crash course in… well, living. Or pretending to be alive. There were clearly a few things missing, like a body temperature warmer than stone and a vocabulary over a dozen short words, but he felt… happy. His body was largely intact so he didn’t have much to worry about between form and function. The necromancer didn’t seem to have much else to do with her time, so she spent it guiding him carefully along his newfound existence. She could be impatient with him, squeezing his face around to make him form words more clearly or stomping and jiggling angrily when he’d mess up witlessly, but even that was fun for him. The bouncing always caught his eye, and it seemed that not all of his bodily functions had ceased with the rest of him whenever she’d bend over far enough.
A few days in, he was starting to find his stride. He didn’t know what he was before he was reanimated but the thin and vaguely feminine zombie was content with that. It felt like a load off of his simple mind to be able to focus on his work and his mistress.
Zelda stepped into the middle of her roomy, classically wealthy bedchamber, whirling back around on her high heel so fast that her huge tits swept along after her and jiggled to a stop. She was eager to make sure her first reanimation was a success. Ellis watched them closely as he got into position, struggling briefly before he sat down in the chair she’d set out for him.
“Alright. Are you ready?” the necromancer ordered.
“Yea…” Ellis mumbled back, much clearer than he’d been a few days ago.
“Perfect. Then rise.”
Zelda threw out her hands theatrically, spreading out her bust so that it nearly overflowed from her tightening dress. Ellis stared at her chest briefly before remembering her order and shuffling up to his feet rather smoothly.
“Excellent! Such a good boy! Now, you are to bring me that dish. Understand?”
“Yea.”
Ellis reacted as she expected, shambling over unsteadily but staying on his feet. He took the plate of loose fruit carefully in his hands, and thinking hard for a moment, he came back to her holding it upright. He’d knocked over a lot of things when he didn’t think about what direction you should be carrying the plate.
“Very good,” Zelda cooed, rubbing his shaggy, more or less clean hair. Ellis’ dimwitted expression curled into a weary smile as he almost felt his heart start up again. He was a simple creature now, and the simple pleasures of his mistress’ praise were perfect for his sluggish mindset.
“Now feed your mistress like a good boy.”
Zelda leaned over slightly, opening her mouth expectantly. Her lips and tongue parted readily over her pale, massive rack, and some faint flicker of a libido made Ellis’ loins stir. He muttered a vague affirmative as he took a grape and slid it past her lips. She moaned as she closed her mouth firmly around his finger, smiling with joy at her successful lessons.
“Mmm. So good,” she moaned throatily.
Ellis’ mind and bloodflow to his junk raced as much as he could remember them doing. Zelda smiled as she stood back to her full height and hugged him tightly, not caring how her giant bust knocked the plate aside to squash against the zombie’s face and chest.
“You did so good, dear! What a good boy you are! There’s mommy’s good little zombie!”
“Ma…” he mumbled, not that most mortal men would have much more to say in such a suggestive position. He let his mistress celebrate their victory before she took him by the chin, tiling his head up to face her as his jaw rested on her cleavage.
“Now I think you’re ready for some more advanced lessons. Are you ready to learn something much more difficult and much more important?”
“Uh huh,” Ellis rambled softly, unsure how he could refuse his mistress even if he wanted to.
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“UH! UH! UGGGH! MMMM NGGGG YES!”
The groans and grunts were, for a change, not coming from Ellis. She had stripped down before helping her bluish undead femboy do the same and was now pinned underneath him in the bed. It turned out that the simple and repetitive motions of ramming himself inside her was quite ideal for his limited mindset. It didn’t take a clever man to fuck Zelda’s brains out, considering that Ellis wanted nothing so much as to please her.
And to get his hands on her big tempting tits. He’d been staring at them since the day he was revived and he was desperate to wrap his hands and mouth around them. His dull teeth chomped on her swollen and eager nipple while his strong hands molded both of them between his fingers. He sucked and groped them with mindless adoration, going to town like a dog with his toy as he happily pumped his cock in between his mistress’ widespread legs.
“Yes! Harder… little high… YESSSSS! Mmm, just there! Keep going, baby!” Zelda ranted beneath him. Her bust bounced rapidly with his hard humping, his undead strength and bottomless endurance proving more and more valuable by the moment. His stiff movements were more than compensated by the stiff cock pumping inside her. It was slightly cool to the touch at first, which had excited her even further with the teasing locking of their loins, but once she’d reminded him of how to mate he was a natural. Her raging body heat and warm, wet pussy rubbed off on his slamming cock enough that it warmed him up to match her before long.
The witch wrapped her arms around Ellis’ neck, keeping him pressed as tightly as he could be against her. His thrusts just came that much faster and harder as her curvy body wobbled beneath her. Ellis grunted steadily despite his lacking need to breathe, and his eyes rolled up to glance almost sheepishly at her through his shaggy hair.
“Lo… love…,” he mumbled out in his soft and gravelly voice.
The way her eyes lit up, he almost worried he’d upset her. The huge smile that crossed her face showed it was far from upset.
“Very good! Where did you learn that word, precious?” she asked, stroking a hand through his face and hair.
“Uhnuh,” he shrugged in between gasps. He felt his cock swelling and aching inside her, one of the strongest feelings he’d had in a long time.
“Can you say that again, darling? How do you feel?” Zelda cooed, running her hands over the undead femboy’s face and chest encouragingly.
“Love… mom…” he muttered carefully again.
“MM! Yes… fuck, that’s so… such a good boy! Again!”
“Love mom,” he said more confidently. He barely understood it but it made her so happy he was just as glad to repeat it.
“I… lovemom.”
“Yes you do! I can… MM! I can feel that! What a good boy! My dirty dead boy! You’re just dying to love your mommy, aren’t you?”
“Mm!” he squeaked out as her legs wrapped around his hips. She started to slam her pelvis up into him until he could hear some dull creaking and groaning from his musty bones. She grabbed him by the back of his hair and drew him in closer, shoving her tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply as his balls slapped against her chubby thighs. Ellis surely didn’t understand why she did it but it felt too good not to keep going. He dragged his dry, cool tongue over hers and shared her warm, comforting saliva. He was even feeling like he could get hooked on the stuff…
He briefly worried when she let out a shrill cry into his mouth. Her body shook violently and he tried to pull out in case he accidentally hurt her, but her strong grip and tightly clamping thighs forbade it. It kept her wet pussy grinding on his cock like a woman possessed (which was not out of the question given her profession) until she was finished squirting over his cock.
“Oh my… oh by all the devils below,” Zelda panted. “You stupid, wonderful beast you.”
Her hips were still moving slowly, easing herself out of the rapid humping. Ellis picked up enough to slow down to match her, and it still felt that strange, steady warmth of arousal and obeying his mistress’ commands.
But as the busty, naked witch stared up at him, her dark and sweaty hair a tussled mess beneath her gorgeous face, the look of pride in her softening eyes, broad but gentle smile, and the visible pink of blush from her cheeks were what did him in. Ellis grunted hard as he thrust back into her like a stake piercing the earth. He felt his heart flicker in a tiny twitch of activity as a shot of hot semen coated her insides, making Zelda buck and gasp as she latched onto him once again.
“OH! Oh my… did not know you had that in you!” she squeaked out as her overly sensitive clit and pussy were basted in his loving juices.
The witch finally calmed down as Ellis slowed and finished his own orgasm. She had to gently push on his shoulder to make him stop, unsure if he would have gone on forever if she let him between his otherworldly stamina and his mindless obedience.
“You are just full of surprises,” Zelda mused as she brushed the hair away from his dull but adoring gaze. She smiled and giggled as she kissed her prize creation on the nose. He couldn’t blush, but his hunching shoulders showed his awkward sense of pride in his job well done.
“I can’t wait to see what else I can get out of you,” she chimed playfully.
“Perhaps we’ll get into bondage next… or talking. They’re both going to be a major part of your unlife, after all.”
“Yea,” he grunted, forming a crooked little smile.
“Mommy love Ellis,” she said sweetly, kissing his lips again and feeling his stiff corpse of a body relax in her arms.
“Love mom,” he sighed along with her.