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The Department's Resident Dead Expert

Chapter 2

by Draconicon

It wasn't precisely that Jaceb had no desires towards sex; for all that he was a necromancer, he was still living, and that meant that he still dealt with the same urges that most other living beings felt as a standard desire to procreate the species. The fact that Aisha was taller than him, more muscular than him - and frankly, terrifying - did not take away from that. As a matter of fact, if the mole had been watching her from a distance, it was entirely possible that the police officer would have embedded herself in some corner of his mind, later to emerge as material for fantasies and other such things when he was alone.

However...

He hadn't expected her to say yes. The unstated 'demand' to sleep with her in order to be her consultant on this...this murder case, to speak with the dead and cause someone pain, had been meant as a means of getting her to back down on the whole demand. He'd thought that, if he just said that he would need something that extreme, she'd back off and say that he was -

What? Worthless? A pervert? Too selfish to be relied on?

The unspoken jabs that somehow felt easier to deal with than the idea of sleeping with someone that he had only just met piled up, leaving him hunching his shoulders as the hyena stood up and stripped before him. He couldn't help but stare at her even as his glasses started fogging up with the blush on his cheeks, too, and he bit his lips as he realized that this might actually happen.

It was even harder to look away as her shirt came off, revealing a tight bra that looked just old enough to have been bought when she was at a lower size. Her breasts, certainly, pressed against the utilitarian thing like they were constrained too tight to her chest, and he bit his lips as she worked at the links at the back of the thing. He could just barely make out the little dark disks of flesh around her nipples, and he looked down and away as he felt a slight stirring between his legs, pressing his thighs together tightly.

"Well?" Aisha asked. "Are you going to get those off?"

"I - I -"

"Or is that part of the deal, too?"

"Th-that's n-n-not -"

"Heh. Oh, I get it."

"G-get what?"

"Heh. No more talking."

He bit his lips as he clicked his jaws shut, just staring as she kept taking her clothes off. Her bra fell to the ground, releasing a pair of breasts that were big enough to fill someone's hands but not so heavy that they'd sag into them. Her nipples were - he didn't know how - already hard, and she was looking at him like there was already some...some small desire. How? Was this - was this an act, or was she -

No, no. There was no way that she felt -

Then her pants hit the floor, and his cheeks burned all the hotter as he saw the dark spot in the white panties pressed tight to her groin. He tried to look away, but his head didn't want to move, and neither did his eyes. Despite the fog creeping up his glasses, he could still make out that obviously wetter spot.

Nipples get hard with the cold, it does not mean anything. But that...

His doubts warred with him, his fears pushing the idea that this was just some trap, some hunter's trick to get him to let down his guard and let her do things to him that would get him hurt, or in trouble, or something worse. Yet, there was that tiny part of him that was getting...intrigued, for lack of a better word, and he shivered as he realized that this take-charge style was getting to him. He felt more...aroused...than he had for years.

Then again, it was the first time that someone that wasn't dead had shown interest in him for approximately the same amount of time. And the dead were not so...well, it wasn't a physical thing. This was.

She dragged her panties down, stepping out of them with a smirk. As she stood there, a naked giant of muscular femininity, it was everything the mole could do to not just leap out of his own skin in embarrassment and fear of what might happen next. She stepped closer to him, standing right in front of the couch, her wet pussy on eye-level for him as she rested one hand on her hips.

"See something you like?" Aisha asked.

"I...I..."

"Heh, first time I've seen anyone this speechless. Maybe you'll be a decent lay, after all. I mean, you asked for it."

"I...have a question..."

"What? The cock thing?"

Jaceb nodded.

"Not all hyena ladies have one that natural. Some of us go more 'normal', something about genetic drift or something; can't remember the terms that they used for it in health class."

"Oh."

"But I ain't bringing out the strap-on. This time. Takes a couple days of pills to get something like that to pop out for a while."

It was a medical thing? She could -

Jaceb yelped as the hyena officer shoved him backward, leaving him flat on his back on the couch. As he scrambled to grab his glasses as they threatened to go flying off his head, she grabbed for the base of his robe, throwing the brown cloth up and over his head. The mole blushed worse as he scrambled to try and shove it down again, but his futile attempts were useless against her firm hand.

"Ah, ah...Let me look at what we're dealing with here..."

Everything was exposed, and he stopped trying to push his robe back down, instead pulling the hem up and over his head to hide under it as the hyena stared down at his crotch. It was the first time that he had been exposed to someone living since arriving in this world; he didn't know how to handle it.

He knew what she was seeing, too. His penis was completely out of practice, and due to his chubby build, he knew that it didn't look like much. Maybe three, four inches while soft, and he knew that it didn't get a lot bigger. A little thicker, yes, but not much more than that. She rested her hands on his thighs, and he wondered - but not enough to pull the hem down and look - what sort of expression was on her face. Disgust? Amusement? Something that looked down on just how pathetic he was? He didn't know, but he could imagine each one.

"Heh, what's the matter? Tall girls don't get you off? I thought you wanted this."

"Nnngh...I, um, I -"

"Heh, scared? Oh, I can take care of that."

He felt the soft huff of warm breath before her mouth proper, and the mole nearly seized up as he felt lips - actual lips - pushing down on his shaft. His breath caught in his throat as she went down to the base of his meager length, and he grabbed for something, anything to stifle himself. Eventually, he found a cushion and shoved it against his face, whimpering into it as the edges of his glasses ground against his face from the pressure.

She groaned and moaned against his cock, and his toes curled against the couch cushions as a forceful tongue and talented lips forced him to erection. And it was forcing; he had no intention of getting hard, but she was making him fulfill the request that he had never really wanted. She bobbed her head back, sucking at the head and forcing his cock to stretch out with the pressure of her lips behind the tip. The tight pressure there, combined with her flicking tongue, was like torturous pleasure forced down his cock, making him whimper and try and pull his hips back.

Of course, that didn't work. There was no escape from his hyena. She had him pinned, and the couch wasn't going anywhere.

Up, down, up, down, slowly forcing his flaccid shaft to get hard, making him feel just how much more intense another person was than the whispers of a ghost while he touched himself. She deliberately forced her teeth out, he was sure, making sure that he felt the edge of her fangs every so often. It was never enough to hurt, just enough to tease, and oh, it teased, keeping him scared and keeping him aroused all at the same time.

Nnngh...mmmph...nnnnnnngh!

The lewd sucking sounds that got past the cushion only made it worse. He couldn't pull back, he couldn't stop blushing, and he couldn't get his dick out of her mouth without trying to use magic that he had no focus for right then. This - this couldn't be -

But with the pressure she kept on him, with the hunger with which she attacked his dick, with everything that she was doing, she was showing him that she was going to get him off just as much as she was in charge. His cock belonged to her at this moment, and she wasn't letting him get away with not giving her what she wanted. Up, down, up, down, tilting her head to grind his cock against the of her mouth, bouncing his cock around with her tongue to give it a little more texture-play, it left his head spinning and he honestly couldn't tell up from down as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Mmmmmm..."

"G-g-getting...close..."

He managed to get that warning out, but it was a barely sufficient thing. It wasn't just 'close'. He was there. The embarrassment of his penis not quite reaching the back of her throat, of being small enough that he couldn't quite fill her muzzle, of being pounced and sucked and teased by someone so much more than him -

It was too much. Far too much.

Jaceb bit down on the cushion so hard that he was half-sure that a tooth was going to break, his jaws aching as he swallowed his moan just as the hyena swallowed what he was spurting out. Aisha gasped around his cock, snorting and swallowing, and he wondered what other men might have felt; at least their seed would have been right in her throat, spitting down into her stomach, while his little thing...well, it was just landing on her tongue.

He felt embarrassed.

He felt humiliated.

And yet, he felt...content. Physically satisfied, at the very least.

Aisha stayed where she was for the whole time, sucking gently as he finished shooting, and he kept expecting to hear something angry, something to remind him that he had done something wrong. Yet, the silence continued, even as she pulled her head back, lips pursed tight around his shaft and pulling at it, sucking the last bit of seed in the shaft out with a soft swallow. He groaned as she finally took her hands off his thighs, and he slowly pushed the cushion down to see what she was thinking.

She...was smiling.

"Well...can't say that I expected you to have that much for me..." Aisha shook her head. "Damn. Do all necromancers cum that much?"

"N-no," Jaceb said, shaking his head. "Just...long t-t-time."

"...How long?"

"..."

"Days?"

"..."

"Weeks?"

"..."

"Months?!"

He nodded.

"Jesus Christ..." Aisha shook her head, rubbing her throat. "No wonder you almost drowned me."

"S-sorry."

"Heh...it's okay. It's...kind of weird, but...interesting. And besides, not often that I get to..." Aisha slowly trailed off, shaking her head. "Anyway. That counts."

"...Wh-what?"

"That counts as sleeping with me. So, now you have to follow through on your side of the deal."

His side of the deal. Talking to Alice. Seeing what she remembered. Jaceb slumped forward as he sat up, slowly pushing his robe back down around his ankles.

It will hurt. I'm going to...hurt her...

The mole wanted to take back what he'd said, to rescind the offer to speak to the dead on behalf of the police. It felt so cheap, so wrong that he had made the bargain when he knew what it would do to the young ghost. She was dead and gone; pain should be something that she had abandoned with her physical body after going through the hell that Aisha and her partner had described.

But...he had made a deal, and more than most, necromancers knew that a deal struck was a deal that one had to keep. He bit his lips, whimpering as he rocked back and forth for a moment, then went abruptly silent.

"...Jaceb?" Aisha asked.

"I...I w-will do it..."

"Okay...okay, good. I'll get dressed, and we'll head back to the station to get Finlay -"

"S-s-stays in car."

"What?"

"He...He...Stays...In...The...Car," Jaceb forced past a tongue that was trying to trip him up again. "Too...Angry."

"But -"

"He. Stays. Or. I. Do. Not. Do. This."

It was bad enough imagining doing this in private. If he had to deal with the violent sheepdog looking over his shoulder the whole time, accusing him of doing the murdering, shouting in his ear and making it harder and harder to focus, this would be so much worse than it was already going to be. If he had to deal with that, then he would do more than just hurt Alice. He might make a mistake and rip her to shreds.

Aisha opened her mouth, but Jaceb just shook his head. He'd said that he would do this; he never said that he would do it her way. And the ghosts deserved their own respect.

Finally, the hyena sighed.

"Fine. Fine. How about this? We stay in sight, but out of earshot. Fair?"

"...Fair."

"Good. Now, let's get going. We're losing daylight."

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It was not a comfortable thing to be put in the back of the car again. The mesh between him and the front seat, not to mention the way that Finlay looked back at him every other minute, told him that he was back to being a prisoner. He wondered if he had been fooling himself that he had ever been anything else, considering that Aisha's dominance had made it clear that his 'freedom' to do things with her had been little more than an illusion. Neither of them trusted him; nobody ever trusted a necromancer.

He sat with his legs curled up against his chest the whole way to the graveyard, tuned out to the world. His shadow twitched beneath him, occasionally looking up from the floor of the car. It gestured occasionally, asking him if he needed something, but Jaceb shook his head.

He had made a promise. He had to deliver.

They pulled up to the edge of the graveyard, and Jaceb looked out the window, already seeing the ghosts that he'd been tending to when he'd been arrested the first time. Their shades saw the car, and more importantly, saw him. Their relief was palpable, washing over him as they sighed and smiled and chuckled at his return.

It made what he had to do all the harder to think of.

Finlay got out of the car and yanked open the passenger door. Jaceb looked up at the sheepdog, not so tall as the hyena, but just as broad.

"I don't know what the hell you're going to do, but Aisha says you can do something. Give us information. How?"

"S-stay here."

"Not a -"

"Fin, stay with me, okay?" Aisha said from the other side of the car. "If he runs, you can chase after him, but for now, just let him work."

"Let the criminal work? Have you lost your -"

"Just humor me."

Jaceb had already snuck past the sheepdog. Despite his bulk, he had long ago learned that the best way to get out of being killed - if you couldn't scare someone off with a sudden exploding flesh-bag, the way that he usually did - was to just not be there. After all, there were ways for even the chubbiest and clumsiest of people to disappear if they knew how to make themselves small and hard to see, and he was good at that. He was very good at that.

As he walked into the graveyard, chased by the shoulder-hunching shout of 'Hey!' from the sheepdog, he looked around for Alice. Her ghost had always been fainter, harder to make out than the others, but she would be here. She had been buried recently, and she wouldn't be gone just yet. Enough people remembered her...even if she would have a hard time remembering herself.

Eventually, he spotted the calico in question. She was seated on the top of a tombstone, running her finger over the petals of the spirit of a flower, fondling it and holding it to her middle. He walked up behind her, sitting on the ground beside the tombstone.

"...Alice," he whispered.

She looked down, and she smiled. The kitten was so young, and she looked so happy now. That smile was a spike right through his guts for what he was going to have to do.

"Mr. Jaceb!" The ghost fell off the tombstone into his lap, hugging him around the chest. "I missed you!"

"Missed y-you, t-t-too."

"Where were you? I thought - you disappeared before we could say hello. I - oh. Oh!" Alice leaped from him, running down to her own grave two spots over. "I made something! I remembered something, something good."

The mole let her do what she needed to do. It meant that he had a little longer before he had to say what he'd come to say, and that was good enough for him.

She returned with the ghosts of flowers. They were already trying to split away, the bouquet of ghostly things trying to return to their living bodies. It was the way of ghosts; they could pull at the spirits of those living, but they could not take them from their bodies without some greater power to help them. It was what happened when people found themselves sliding away, completely distracted, utterly oblivious to the world at large. Some spirit, some ghost somewhere had reached out and touched them, pulling them out of their bodies for a short time. It wasn't enough to talk to them, but in those brief moments, some lonely ghost had a companion that was at least, on some level, with them in a way that the living never could be.

The bouquet was beautiful, and he stroked the flowers. They were arranged so skillfully and tied with a wrap of a weed's root, taking the strength of the less-beautiful and making it something that helped the delicate nature of the rest. He smiled.

"B-b-b-beautiful," he managed to say.

Alice beamed.

"I remembered learning this. Flower games. We made them all the time, picking them and putting them together for other people. I loved it. I loved all the flowers, all the little games that we used to play."

This was going to hurt. He didn't know whether it would hurt her or him more, but it was going to hurt.

"Mr. Jaceb? Is something wrong? Did...did I get it wrong?"

"N-no. N-n-n-no. It is...s-so good. B-b-but I..." He breathed out slowly. "I have t-to ask y-y-you a question."

"Oh! Okay. What can -"

"How did y-you..." No. That part, no. No. She didn't need to think about the dying. Not that. Just the part before it. The part where she would have seen who did it. The part when she was still alive. After the other horrible thing. "Do y-you...remember...th-the person...wh-who did th-this t-t-to y-you?"

Alice froze up. He winced as the tiny frame of the preteen kitten twitched, her outline hazing out before firming up again. Her face went from smiling to terrified, then back to smiling, then terrified again, changing at the speed of death and unlife, where only one state could exist at a time, and such complexity threatened the meager existence that the ghost still had.

"No, no, not again...not again...no, please, I'll do better - I can do it - I can do it right this time - please no!"

She wasn't standing, but spread out. Jaceb grabbed her as the first stirrings spread across the graveyard, his fingers glowing with a hint of blue to touch her.

"It's n-not th-that. Please, s-s-stay -"

"I'll be better! I won't - I won't mess up again! Don't - nngh!"

One of the tombstones ripped out of the ground, shooting over the mole's head and embedding itself in the tree. Alice screamed as if she was being -

No, couldn't let that happen. She would relive it enough now that she remembered she was dead. He had to stop it there. He had to.

As splinters rained down, as the earth twitched with the angry, fearful energy of a ghost that was reminded of its end, he spread more of his power across his hands. Blue light glowed brighter across the graveyard as he carefully gathered the little girl off the ground. He pulled her legs together, dragging her across one of his thighs. He rested her head against his chest, wincing as chunks of stone flew through the air.

One sliced through his arm.

Another bounced off his knee.

A third nearly took his finger off, breaking a bone right where it connected at the bottom of the digit.

Jaceb put the pain aside. It was mild, so mild, compared to everything else. Instead, he just held her, letting her lash out at him in a way that she never could against the one that killed her.

As he did, the blue light spread further, filling her out, giving her ghost a shape that even the cops could see. As the blood flowed from him, sliding down his arms, it painted her, giving her red hair against her blue body, staining her where wounds had been. She screamed, burying her head against his chest.

"Not again! I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"N-n-never again...never again," Jaceb managed to whisper. "Th-they w-w-won't...ever...again..."

As he held her, as he let her cry and scream, as he made sure that she knew that there was no danger here, he heard other sounds. Screams from the front of the graveyard, the mechanical wailing of a car alarm, the grinding tear of metal here and there. It was all part of Alice's fear, and rage, and more from her death and being reminded of it.

And yet, as he held her, as he let her go through it, it slowly faded. She went from screaming and crying to weeping, her head hidden against his chest.

"Please...no more...I'll be good..."

"I'm here..."

"Please...Mr. Jaceb...don't let him..."

Him. At least they had that.

"Don't let him...do it again..."

"He w-won't. Who is he?"

"I...can't...can't remember..." She hiccuped. "I can't...he hurt..."

"Never. Again. Promise."

"White fur," she wheezed out. "Had...white fur."

And as he stroked her back, as he held her, as the tombstones and rocks and more fell back to where they belonged, she slowly whispered out other things that she remembered. Horrible things, at times, but all things that would eventually give Aisha and Finlay a chance to find him.

Through it all, Jaceb held her, bleeding and soothing her as much as he could, and hating himself for making her live through this again.

The End

Summary: Jacob's semi-'request' has been granted, and he has to deal with both the sex with a taller, stronger woman, and what he has to do to pay her back afterward.

Tags: M/F, Sex, Hyena, Mole, Jaceb, Chubby, Smaller Cock, Series, Femdom, Embarrassed, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Police, Necromancy, Comfort, Poltergeist, Angry Spirit, Orgasm, Cum, Modern Fantasy,