Reanimated-Darlings-1
WARNING..: This is a dark fantasy with gay erotic and graphic content.
**
Please consider giving Nifty a donation to cover costs and makes stories you're interested in available to read for free.
**
Donate here at:
** > > http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html > > **
1
Alex
Scattered about the kingdom of Desmont, the foot soldiers of Lord Castworth were given the night off to enjoy their hard work preparing for battle planned in two days' time. Alex was such a man of Lord Castworth's who that evening was enjoying dark beer with comrades.
The tavern they favored was filled with smoke from a large welcoming fireplace, noise was mostly laughter, the smell was a mix of food, which made Alex's stomach growl, and beer. The place had become a comfort to Alex. His small village didn't have taverns.
"Ye not know this area well then Alex if ye guess such a thing about here young lass." Captain Dan said manhandling a barmaid as she tried to flee their table. "They be not like country wenches."
The girl pushed him away while rolling her eyes. "Aye Dan, you would be knowing won't ye," she said with a wink to Alex before moving onto the next table.
Alex mates laughed at their captain's embarrassment. His cheeks turned dark red. They knew him to be more talk than action with women folk. "Wicked wench, " Capt. Dan said rubbing his crotch. The tabled laughed louder.
Once the laughter died down Ted said across the table from Alex. "Being proper soldiers, before entering the field we need to talk and make a toast while we can still put two words together," Ted was older than the rest of them by several years. A good man as much as Alex could tell.
"Aye," several around the table murmured. The good mood had changed to something more serious.
"Being a country lad you may not of had much dealings with Death Lords," Ted said to Alex.
"My pa took me aside before the Lord's men brought me here. He said some things about them. Not much," Alex said, shrugged his shoulders, pint in hand.
"Good. You heard of them at least. The kingdom has several here. One is currently without companions and he is well-liked by the common folk. Said to be fair and honorable. Most lords of his kind are not. If he finds his way onto our battleground should we have fallen you will certainly be picked by him." Ted said, his face grave but kind. Men around him nodded their heads in agreement.
"What does that mean?" Alex said confused.
"Don't refuse him or we be permanently dead," Capt. Dan said firmly.
"Aye, that be true mate," one of the men Alex didn't know well said. "I choose Capt. Dan's team because you were assigned to him. Folks here know what he likes. Rumor is Lord Castworth himself wanted you in his regiment. Tis luck in the next world to have a chosen companion in our rakes."
"Here, here," Several said lifting their mugs. "We did likewise."
"Why?" Alex said even more confused.
"The one I speak of is young but very powerful. His elixirs do things others don't." Ted said giving the captain a meaningful look.
"Aye, I heard that as well. Don't be concerned lad about the particulars. Tis tradition here to cover all bases before a fight. Now be a good lad and promise to serve him should he happen upon you," Capt. Dan said. Alex could tell behind his pleasant face he was serious that a pledge be made.
"I promise I will, but how will I know it's him?" Alex asked.
"He is very pale, fair and thin as a maiden. His hair is cut short to his head but is white. It'll look like fuzz." Ted said.
"Aye, he is. I saw him once being carried by the biggest man I ever did see. Carried he was through the market. Not a soul said a thing negative only to wave happily as children ran behind the odd sight." Capt. Dan said and stood. "Now a toast that should we fall, which I doubt, may our broken bodies give life to our chosen brother and may ye be well-fed!"
The group of men rose and cheered "Aye, ye well-fed on our strong flesh and bones!" The men sounded as if it were a tradition they did before every major fight.
Alex went along but felt uneasy about serving a Lord he never met or didn't know let alone eating his friends. However, all was forgotten when the barmaid returned with a tray filled with mugs. Drinking began in full measure.
Thomas
Thomas walked among the fallen, tightening his overcoat against the cold brisk early morning air. He held a scented plain handkerchief to his nose against the putrefaction of death. Rot had started sooner than it should have. The battle had begun at dusk and the temperature was on the cusp of cold. He noted to himself to collect samples from this area. Something was off.
The pale light of dawn filtered through the mist making his task easier. A moment ago in the dark, he stepped on several bloated noble peers and their guards, barely missing turning his foot wrong.
Up ahead Thomas spotted better specimens strewn about in the middle of the field. This is where the two armies first engaged. Foot soldiers were often the first to die, used to weaken the front line of attack. Peasants bred to be strong, unintentionally making them superior to his inbred noble cousins.
He reached the center of the battle and was relieved the bodies here had yet to go bad like the others on the outer rim had.
Several feet ahead Thomas spotted movement from a combatant on his back, legs spraddled. Thomas' eyes traveled up the wounded man's body. Shirt bloodied at the stomach and blood marked several places along the hosiery of the man's thick firm legs. Wavy carrot red hair spilled about his head. A handsome man of about twenty years. Sharp blue eyes watched Thomas make his observations.
Thomas crouched down to the wounded man to see if he could talk.
"Ye a death lord? The dying man murmured in a whispered rasp.
"I am," Thomas said giving him a warm friendly smile.
"My pa said I was a fine buck of a man..." He coughed. "A death lord was sure to come collecting should I fall in battle captain said. Papa said don't turn it down...half a life is better than none, even if you be buggering a man...me captain said you be a good lord to have," With this last bit of effort the man's eyes lost focus and stilled.
"I hope to be a good lord to you," Thomas said reaching into a pocket of his coat, retrieved a clay vial, unstopped a cork and poured a small amount of liquid into the dead man's mouth. The elixir provoked the dead man's throat to swallow. The body convulsed, arching its back. Nearby a badly mutilated body was conveniently placed for Thomas. He helped himself to a severed arm, brought it to the reanimated fighter's face. The man became aware of the arm, snatched it out of Thomas' hand and commenced to devour it. Color began to fill the man's ashen face.
Thomas put away the vial and retrieved a knife from his belt. He cut away the man's shirt. He was well built and the flesh it was consuming started to heal deep lacerations in its stomach and chest.
The man jumped up and closely sniffed Thomas. It returned its nose to the body the arm was taken from and immediately began aggressively assaulting the corpse, feeding in a frenzy of ripped flesh and crunching bone. The more it ate the stronger it will become. New life from being dead was often brutal.
Once it finished with its current meal it would start work on another body continuing to gain muscle and height until its body could not consume any more. Thomas didn't see anyone worth reanimating in the immediate area but were decent enough for his new man to transform from. Soldiers understood if a Death Lord should descend to a battlefield they would either be granted new life or be food for his chosen. By the looks of it the men around him knew it was a lost cause and fought to keep the man Thomas was likely to chose alive as long as possible. The kingdom must know his preference well.
While it ate Thomas found two additional men to restore. He set them to consume horseflesh while he retrieved his first acquisition. It had doubled in size. The elixir collected muscle material consumed and distributes it to the reanimated. Bone was converted to height and bone density.
It stood in a fighting stance covered in gore instinctually searching for threats. Scattered about it in roughly a twenty-foot radius lay nothing but half-devoured skeletons. A large erection was noticeable as it was level to Thomas' face. It looked painfully strained against incredibly tight hose. Its powerful bare chest heaved panting. The sounds of spittle and bloody froth foamed in its mouth. Wide-open eyes eventually acknowledged him.
Thomas raised his hand slowly, made a calm down motion. Its breathing slowed and it stood up straight, legs slightly spread, hands collapsed behind its back, chest out, head and eyes locked gazing straight ahead.
"What is your name, " Thomas asked.
It looked confused for a moment then said as if it didn't fully remember, "Alex of Wheathaven."
"It will take a few days for you to fully remember. However it will take longer to adjust to your new life," Thomas said.
Alex's gaze became more focused and he fell back into a fighting position and growled.
Thomas turned to see what Alex had reacted to. Two massive built men came charging toward them fast. It took a moment for Thomas to recognize them as the two he found after waking Alex.
"Calm. They are with us." There was an abundance of prized horses the senior cavalrymen rode into battle. The two foot soldiers he risen had been dead for a while making them useless other than for mindless duties. In his peripheral vision, Alex relaxed a bit but was still on edge.
The two barreled up to Thomas, abruptly stopped, dropped to their knees then to their hands smashing the dead under them, heads bowed. Their clothes were completely ripped off from their massive bodies. They've grown to twice Alex's size making Thomas about as tall as their knee caps.
Thomas' resurrection formulation not only heals and strengths, it also gives the characteristics of whatever is eaten. He is careful what he feeds his new creatures. After twenty-four hours their forms are established once the formula fully seeps into their body.
Thomas raised the head of one by its blood-caked chin. Its head was longer than normal, having a horse like quality. Its eyes a honey liquid brown, its black hair long and straight. The other's hair was brown. Arms powerfully muscled, skin thick, Stepping over bodies he walked to its side. They were fine beasts. He would not touch them as much as he would have liked since they were covered in blood, bits of meat mixed with yellow-green fluids. He was pleased to see their dicks were down to their knees. The tips tucked safely in foreskin, would have touched the ground if it weren't for the bodies their cocks limply rested on. Their testicles where half the length of thier dicks'. Thomas excitedly thought of the fun he will have with them.
To give them back some intelligence and give their faces some humanistic features he found a sword and hacked the skull off several corpses then directed the two to eat them. They should be able to learn basic commands and talk to some degree once finished.
Alex sniff, curious about the new treat.
"Not for you. You will be confused enough with the body memories of your comrades. You don't need their recollections added as well," Thomas said.
The sun had climbed higher and the mist began to thin. It was time to leave before others came to strip the fallen clean.
Alex
Pain seemed to be all Alex could feel other than the aching cold. Before the pain was the surprise of his friends shielding him as if he was Lord Castworth himself.
From half-sleep, the sound of foot steps woke him fully. Adrenaline flooded his body. Was it someone picking goods from the dead or perhaps finish him off?
A man stepped into his blurry sight dressed all in black. Through the blur, Alex could tell the man must be fair because without the clothes he would have been hard-pressed to say what the person's gender was.
Alex tried to speak but wasn't sure if he was heard. The man's replies seemed kind, almost friendly and then the pain left him. A heavy blanket of sleep covered him then his throat burned and felt good.
He was filled with hunger. He felt completely empty. Something moved close to his nose. The smell was incredible. He had to get it inside him. He took it in his hands, brought it to his mouth. His eyes opened. He was eating an arm. He knew it was an arm but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was feeding the burning hunger, to put the fire inside him out.
His strength returned enough for him to stand up. A man was near him. He smelled familiar but not what I needed to feed the ravenous drive to absorb cold meat. The man point to the ground. Alex turned and he knew where the arm had come from.
He ate and ate more than he thought possible. Intense pleasure, the power it brought to his body pushed his to feed on everything around him. Then the hunger quit. He was left with a sense of being renewed, made whole.
The smell changed from appetizing to something he should be concerned about. It set him on edge. The man returned. The one who he was strongly drawn to. The man is so small and delicate. He gestured something at Alex. It calmed him.
Two raced toward the little man. He's important to me. I will protect him.
He said no. Friends. I remember what friends are. I don't like them rushing at him. I will wait and judge for myself.
The two were much bigger than me but they are passive to him. I will tolerate them for now.
Thomas
In his tower, Thomas contemplated six men he had animated once. One set of three he modified a hundred and twenty years ago and the other men sixty years later.
Slumbering between life and death they lay in the dungeon's soft damp earth, face and penis exposed for Thomas to administer a special nostrum once a month and attend to their erections if he judged them a bodily response or a desperate need to release.
Thomas granted them their rest after 60 years of companionship. Should either they desire to stir again or his own wish to have them again they could easily be restored. Since Death Lords live a thousand years or longer, Thomas will never force a loved one to live if they truly wished to die but he's found rest and solitude are more beneficial than the finality of death.
Since Thomas is fond of giants he commissioned his tower to be built in the style of them. It consists of three floors, the first housed his giants while the remaining floors were for servants and research laboratories. A dungeon where he stood at this moment is a place he visits often.
Servants of the tower are the reanimated dead who purchased their resurrection. They are allotted service on rotation. Many trade a six month stay with their loved ones or working on personal ambitions then six months of fidelity to their Death Lord Thomas. He has numerous more servants than the typical Death Lord for the simple fact that he cares little for the personal activities of his retenue as long as they serve faithfully.
The nature of Death Lord elixirs is that all who return from death are completely and utterly controlled by the reanimator. The true nature of a lord is revealed by the use of their power granted over others. He has gained a reputation and a large following because he does not oppress those who serve him.
Alex
The man Alex liked was gone. He said he would be back but I was to go with these five men. They were taller than the man but not as big as me. They showed me to a room. Next to it one of them pointed to a door and said it's the Lord's room.
Inside they washed me while I stood then had me lay in a large tub of warm water. Two were on either side washing and massaging my arms and legs. One was washing my hair.
They spent some time doing this then had me get out. As I stood several had towels that patted me dry.
A new man was there. He had a string and was measuring me. Once he was done with that he brought a white slick material, the man called it silk, and slipped it up my dick. He called it a sock. He said since the dick was so long and that the leather pants I will wear will be tight the sock will give it some freedom to move. He tucked my balls into the sock and tied a ribbon around the base of the dick including the balls then tied it between the balls and dick.
Next he brought a pair of red leather pants. He compared the measurements he had made against the pants and cut several areas on it.
"His Lordship's preference is virtually on the mark. There will scarcely need to be any alterations." The man said as he had me step into the leathers. As he pulled them up he paid particular attention to what side my dick favored. Inside the front was a lining of silk that had an opening inside. The man handled my dick into the opening and placed it toward my left leg. Once the pants were in place the man gently grabbed my bulge and slightly adjusted it.
"Now you try it. Adjust it to where it's comfortable." The man said.
I did and it was easy to move.
"Very good young master. Since the difficult part is over let's work on a shirt then you'll be taken to the giants. They're getting the bedding ready." The man announced while picking up a red silk shirt.
(o~/|\~o)
All rights reserved. All parts of these documents are copyright 2019 Willy Red. Readers may view/download any or all parts of this story for their own personal use. Do not share or publish said material without the author's consent. Thank you :)
redwilly93@gmail.com