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A Castle Necros Full Chapter Special: Marc's Headmaster

Image by WikiImages from PixabayProfessor Brian Godfrey's love for cosplay and striking physical resemblance to Oscar Wilde does nothing to quell Marc's amorous feelings for him
Noticing the tears in Marc’s eyes, Professor Godfrey softened his approach. His long, slender fingers softly caressed Marc’s ruddy cheek.
“Ah, my dear, sweet, sensitive Marc,” he sighed. “Perhaps I came on too strong. Your gentle heart has borne the assaults of a rough world for too many years. I so wish I could unconditionally guarantee you safe haven here in Castle Necros, but, alas, such a promise is not mine to make. Come, my long-ago pupil, there is nothing for you to feel ashamed of. I approached you with too much zeal because I always felt camaraderie and, shall we say, fonder feelings where you were concerned. I acted in haste, and I am intensely sorry.”
“There’s nothing to feel sorry for, Professor Godfrey,” Marc sniffled.
“Brian, please. We are peers now. You have nothing to be ashamed of, my friend. Tell me, why does your heart ache so?”
“I feel as though my life has been a joke,” Marc explained, anger rising in his voice. “I feel as if I was some sort of cosmic joke. I was never handsome, and, although I enjoyed my studies well enough, I was never particularly intelligent. I was a plain-looking B to C student. I passed my classes and no-one regarded me as hideous when looking at me, but you would never have heard anyone say: ‘that Marc Cuming is one sharp cookie,’ or ‘Marc Cumming is one sharp dresser,’ or ‘Marc Cumming is so fine.’ On one hand, being unimpressive one way or another left me safe from being challenged because I was so incredibly non-threatening. On the other hand, being a nobody can be quite a depressing and lonely existence.”
“As it happens, I don’t think of you as a ‘nobody.’ I never did. I understood how you felt because I was always a rather retiring soul myself in my younger days. You impressed me, Marc. You had a zeal for discovery that I found refreshing and the fact that you actually heard what I said pleased me to no end. Most of the young men in my classes were far more interested in the girls than they were in a theatre geek who loved dressing in period costume.”
“I loved your passion for the subject matter,” Marc declared, his face brightening as he recalled his younger days. “Yes, it’s true that I had a crush on you, but apart from that, you made me want to learn. You were good at your job, Brian. You were, I think, the best teacher I ever had.”
“I have a confession to make, Marc. I think my wish that I could see you again may have ended up drawing you and your companions here.”
“Then it was a mutual wish because I think of you every day. I’m glad I got to talk to you again.”
Marc trembled as it seemed that his longtime unrequited crush on his favorite professor was about to be reciprocated. But just as Brian’s lips gently caressed Marc’s cheek, a blood-curdling wail filled the air.
“Crap! That’s my partner, Dale!” Marc exclaimed. “Come on, we need to find him!”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Prompts Used:The Daily SpurWeekend Writing Prompt
Notes:This is a chapter from Naughty Netherworld Press' WIP, Castle Necros. Marc Cumming is a middle-aged secret agent. Professor Brian Godfrey was his literature teacher during his senior year in college in 1984. The Professor has revealed himself to be a demon.

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“Lucifer?” the startled Lleu retorted. “I wasn’t summoning Lucifer! I was attempting to summon a minor demon called Rhys who owes me one. I thought he might be able to help get us out of this mess.”
“Unless your Rhys understands rocket science, I doubt he’d be much more useful than you are!” Leah snapped. “Perhaps you ought to try summoning Mr. Spock.”
“With all due respect, Leah, Scotty would be the better bet,” Marc countered. “He was the Enterprise’s chief engineer.”
“It does not matter if their chief engineer was that charming little fellow who talked about the nuclear wessels!” Leah railed. “In a moment, we are all about to find ourselves in the stratosphere, and I do not know how to fly this thing any more than I know how to stop it from taking off!”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~



Notes:After falling through a wormhole when Base Lust-69 exploded at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, Voodoo Priestess Leah La Sirene finds herself playing den mother to a haphazard sextet of men who couldn't be less helpful if they tried.

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“And from where exactly am I getting this instruction, Child?” Leah demanded. “In case you have not noticed, I am flying by the seat of my trousers!”

As the others gathered around Leah attempting to cheer her on, Lleu stepped off to the side, took a piece of chalk from the pouch that he wore around his waist, and began drawing sigils on the black tile floor. He opened the gris-gris bag given to him by a Voodoo practitioner named Belen when he was visiting the French quarter and sprinkled a pinch of ash and a pinch of jade-colored dust over the sigils.

A wondrous puff of quince smoke billowed through the room. As the room’s occupants coughed and sneezed, Dale Dicking blinked the smoke from his eyes and froze to the spot as he realized the identity of the being that Lleu had summoned.

“Are you mad, Man?” Dale demanded. “Why in the name of all that’s holy have you summoned Lucifer?”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes:In this snippet, Leah and the boys have entered the ominous dark tower. A computerized voice is now counting down, and Marc has made the statement that he believes with proper instruction, Leah should be able to manage things. The preceding chapter excerpt can be found here.

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“Well, I don’t see why not. After all, it isn’t as if they’d have any reason to disbelieve us.”

“Lleu, go with Marc,” Leah ordered. “See to it that he doesn’t manage to get himself killed off before he has a chance to become undead. Dale, my dear young fellow, as usual, you are bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders. There is no need for you to do so. Share the burden, and we will shoulder it together.”

“Thank you, Leah,” Dale replied, squeezing the Voodoo priestess’ slender dark hand in his powerful, pale one. “You look like the toughest broad in any town, but you’re actually one of the sweetest people I’ve met. I appreciate you using your magic to take us away from the base before we all got blown to smithereens.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes:This is an excerpt from Castle Necros, the sixteenth book in the Carnal Invasion series. It is due for release on Halloween 2019.When the volcano containing Base Lust-69 erupted at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, those within the base were thrown through a myriad of wormholes. The wormhole through which Voodoo priestess Leah La Sirene and her bevy of variably obtuse male companions fell landed them in a thick, deciduous forest complete with an ominous dark tower and hair-raising howling.

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“Just the same, I was hoping perhaps we could hurry into that kind of dark and foreboding castle over there. It might not be the most welcoming place, but it probably doesn’t have werewolves in it. Man, look at that spire! It looks like a rocket!”

Before the others could respond, Marc took off running towards the castle.

“Damn it, Marc, slow down!” Dale demanded. “If we just bust in there, the inhabitants may think we’re plundering them, and they aren’t going to take too kindly to that.”

“Well, we’ll just explain that we’re trying to get away from the werewolves!” Marc replied.

“Just like that?”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes:When Base Lust-69 exploded at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, Voodoo priestess Leah La Sirene and a group of naive, obtuse, and oblivious male vampires and secret agents fell through a wormhole which deposited them in a foreboding forest with a dark and mysterious castle. What terrors and delights await them in the dark and phallic tower?

Castle Necros: Fervid

Image by Efes Kitap from PixabayDoes the Marquis really just want to paint Dale's portrait, or does he have a more intimate interaction in mind?
Content Warning:While this post contains no explicit erotica, it does contain adult themes and frank discussions of sexual interactions, as well as a heaping helping of innuendo,  served with a generous side of double entendre.
Back Story:Dale Dicking and Marc Cumming are agents with the U.S. government's ultra-top-secret Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron division. Events thus far have sent them back in time to the thirteenth century where they are now the guests of the Marquis Ciaran Kabral. Marquis Kabral has expressed appreciation of Dale's appearance and asked if he can paint his guest's portrait. Marc suspects that the Marquis is interested in growing more than his art collection.
“Dude, you’re overreacting,” Dale replied dismissively. “The Marquis was far from fervid in his behavior towards me. I mean, yeah, he’s old school royalty, he’s a bit of a dandy, and I’d be far from surprised if he was either gay or bisexual, but I think hitting on me is a bit of a stretch. He just said he wanted to paint my picture. That isn’t the same as wanting to tear off my trousers and bend me over the nearest table.”
“Well, I say you’re just being modest. He wasn’t like: ‘I admire your manly lantern jaw, my good chap. I would be right well chuffed if you would agree to allow me to paint your portrait.’ He was all: ‘You have a most comely countenance, my good man,’ while rubbing his finger all over your face. And I’m telling you, his finger isn’t the only thing he wants to rub on your face.”
“Marc, shut up,” Dale groaned, blushing. “Yes, he’s a fop, and he’s quite probably sexually attracted to men. But touching my cheek is still a far cry from asking me to play sailors and blow the man down.”
“Well, maybe he’s at least enough of a gentleman that he’ll offer you dinner before he makes a meal of you. Look, Dale, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, and I’m sorry if I’m pissing you off, but I’m your friend as well as your professional partner, and I wouldn’t be very good at either job if I didn’t tell you when I think something fishy is afoot.”
“According to your assessment, I’m something fishy and the Marquis is planning to lure me in with his pole,” Dale laughed, putting an arm around Marc and giving him a squeeze. “I’m sorry for being such an ungrateful malcontent of a partner. Everything has been so weird for so long as it is, and in the past three months, the weirdness has out-weirded itself. You know what the one thing I’d like most in the world is?”
“Getting back to our time, rescuing Julie and Sarah, and watching the Indy 500?”
“You forgot the part where you and I bet on the Indy and you owe me a hundred bucks.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Prompt Used:Ragtag Community: Fervid

Castle Necros: The Marquis' Motivation

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay
“Dale, come check out the balcony off this library!” Marc insisted. “Cool place you have here, Marquis. It’s just like a museum!”
Marc’s excitability was nothing new for Dale, but overwhelmed as he was, the manic energy threatened to infuriate him.
“Marcos, I don’t want to be a dick, but could we please cut this short?” Dale begged. “This odyssey has left me tapped and my fuse is short. I know we work for a clandestine government agency which investigates the so-called supernatural, so for us, weird is normal, but these recent occurrences have been beyond the pale. What’s the point of all this?”
“Can’t really say I know the point of anything,” Marc mused as he watched the fire whirls in the sky. “But I do know that the Marquis is hitting on you, and I don’t trust him any further than I can throw him.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
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Prompts Used:Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Fire WhirlsRagtag Community: InfuriateSo PromptWord of the Day Challenge: Odyssey

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With the sounds of the base exploding behind them, Leah, Lleu, Dale, Marc, Miro, and Robert tumbled through a wormhole and landed gracelessly in a pile of leaves beneath a cluster of deciduous trees. As they looked up at the pristine black sky to behold a glorious full moon surrounded by a myriad of stars glimmering like jewels, an unearthly howling caused the hair to stand up on the backs of their necks. “Leah, was that a normal wolf, or was it a werewolf?” Marc inquired. “Because this place and that moon scream ‘werewolf’ to me.”“Could be a werewolf, but why is it a worry to you, Child?” the vermillion-haired Voodoo priestess inquired, patting Marc’s cheek. “You have ingested the blood of a vampire. Should a werewolf attack and eviscerate you at this time, you would become a hybrid. Such an exciting possibility!”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes:This is a snippet from Naughty Netherworld Press' latest WIP, Carnal Invasion XVI: Castle Necros, which is slated to be our big Halloween Release this year.When the dormant volcano which Base Lust-69 was housed in violently awakened and erupted at the end of Carnal Invasion XII: Paraji's Prisoners, the occupants of the base were thrown through various wormholes. Voodoo Queen Leah La Sirene, thirteenth-century vampire Lleu Redgrave, Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron agents Dale Dicking and Marc Cumming, and newly-turned vampires Miroslav Korošec and Robert Cody found themselves in a thick wood near a quite possibly haunted dark tower. What dangers and temptations await our intrepid adventurers in Castle Necros?

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