Rise of the Lich Goddess

Story by Mistress_Emilia

Anyone who knows me, knows I have a bit of a fetish concerning the undead. Yeah, I'm a weirdo. :p

Anyway, I was inspired recently to start a story based around one of my roleplay characters, Necraia Tyrosis, a former necromancer turned lich turned demi-goddess of undeath, released into an age that no longer had the magical knowledge needed to deal with her abilities.

While her primary concern is forming a utopia she envisions as being populated mostly by the undead, along with the still living who worship her as a Goddess, she is still a rather randy little girl, otherwise she wouldn't be one of my characters. ;)

Anyway, I'm not a terribly good writer, and this is my first attempt at writing anything outside of RP format, so please be a bit gentle with the criticisms, but don't hold them back entirely, either... You know what I mean.

This chapter is a sort of prologue. As such, there's no sex yet, but be patient, it'll 'cum' eventually. Pun intended.

Later chapters will include futa on female, possibly futa on futa, incest, rape, mind control, various forms of undead, snuff, gore, impregnation, human experimentation, you know, all that good stuff. For now, though, it's rather tame, and without the really fun stuff.

Anyway, I now present you with what will probably be a crappy story, but I'll try my best. :D

Rise of the Lich Goddess

Something must have gone wrong. That was the first thought to enter the young woman's mind as her eyes opened, only to close again in response to the sunlight pouring in through the nearby window.

After several minutes of blinking away the tiredness in her eyes, and giving them time to adjust to the light, she finally sat up, only to sway slightly as a wave of dizziness swept through her. The dizziness only served to confuse her more as she looked about the room, attempting to come to grips with all she was seeing.

Everything appeared perfectly normal, which was the primary problem the woman had with what she was looking at. When her eyes eventually settled upon an ornate, full length mirror hanging from the wall, she rose fully from the bed to make her way to it.

What she saw in the mirror was also not what she expected, though not an entirely unpleasant surprise. The woman who stared back at her was tall and curvy, with strait, silken black hair reaching past her waist. Her bright, sky blue eyes reflected the confusion she felt.

"This isn't what was supposed to happen..." She finally muttered to herself, watching the mirror as her lips moved.

Closing her eyes and slowly releasing a breath she'd been holding since looking into the mirror, she allowed her mind to reach back. Immediately, a myriad of images assaulted her thoughts. Further and further back she probed, through more recent memories, of birthdays, days spent at the beach, enjoying the sun, the sand and the surf, beyond days of work, past times both happy, sad, and everything in between. Still her mind continued back, now slipping through memories retained within her body that the mind had long forgotten, all the way to her very own birth. However, her mental probing didn't stop. It continued to travel back, now going through mental images and thoughts at a steadily increasing pace until coming to a stop upon the time period she'd been looking for...

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Power... Immortality... Complete control over death itself. Those were the goals that had kept the lich moving forward with it's studies.

The land outside it's small lair was now being flooded with the fruits of it's experiments into the art of necromancy. Everything from simple zombies and skeletons, to it's more unique creations were gathered about the old tomb, patiently awaiting the appearence of their mistress' enemies.

Yes, it had been female once. A woman enticed by the power of the dark arts, and seduced by the art of necromancy in particular. However, there never seemed to be enough time. Even for practitioners of the magical arts, time eventually caught up. To add to it's frustration, necromancy seemed to actually speed the aging process, rather than slow it down as it did for other mages, the art steadily forcing it's user closer and closer to the very death it sought to control. Twice already it had made sacrifices in order to prolong it's time, to keep avoiding the reaper it hoped to eventually bind to it's will.

The first sacrifice had been it's own, beloved daughter. As it's original body had grown aged and weak, the last of it's strength had been used to place it's conciousness and soul within the body of it's own sixteen year old flesh and blood. The process placed it's daughter's soul within it's old body. It had watched as it's confused offspring took one last gasp before it's life gave out, and after giving a silent prayer for it's daughter's soul, it returned to it's work.

The second sacrifice came about years later, after it had discovered a ritual that would allow it to reside within i

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