In Her Crypt by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Dec 4, 2009 ====== This story contains descriptions of an adult nature. If you are a minor or person offended by such materials, you should not read further. This story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and should not be taken as reality. Codes: M/F, Mdom, rough, piv, anal, a2m, ds, caution ====== With a ripple of the tomb's cold, still air, he slipped back into being, his crimson eyes gazing down upon the female figure lay in the obsidian crypt. The cold air lapped over her alabaster skin from the draft of his passing, barely a sign of breath as she lay sleeping. She slept as quietly as the dead, until hunger came again--hers... or his. Her lips were like fresh upwellings of blood, crimson and shiny when moonlight fell upon them, though no moonlight could reach this place. The rest of her was pale as a ghost--even her long, lush eyelashes were white. Those lashes fanned across the upper edge of her cheeks, her eyelids covering the eyes in a face that seemed perfectly soft and angelic when she rested. Reaching down, he caressed those blood-red lips with a fingertip, awakening her from her dreams. Her body was still sluggish as her colorless eyes opened like a pair of sparkling diamonds. His light, the false light of his essence, illuminated her body with its faint caress, his eyes gleaming in the darkness of his face as he gazed at her with a satyric smile. Her eyes ran down his body once again, as if seeing him for the first time, though by now he was more familiar to her than life itself. An Adonis of obsidian, so he seemed to the first glance, and taller even than most tall men. It was only after taking in those chiseled features that she drew in the more unsettling aspects of him, the leathery wings that grew from his back, the finely-sculpted horns that curved back from his head. His eyes glowed like smoldering coals, full of the heat of lust, and his mouth as he smiled down upon her was full of sharp teeth. Sometimes he came to her in still stranger shapes with which he experimented, but usually he came in what she considered his natural form, though in truth he had no such thing, his body always sculpted to the form he thought best for the moment. So different from each other they were, and yet so alike--creatures focused on their lusts. They did not share the same lusts, but she was his, had been his from that first meeting on. In a way, she could say he had made her. Certainly, he had made her what she now was. "My slave." he spoke in a voice so deep and rich that it was like the finest chocolate, allowed to melt and flow across the tongue. She didn't smile back in response to his smirk, her lush ruby lips passive, the splash of color like fresh blood on the snow as she arose, her bridal white garments flowing after her as her silken white curls cascaded down her back. Shorter than him by nearly two heads, she had to look up to his face, not quite meeting his gaze. She didn't reject his advance--after the first time, she never did, knowing she'd scream with pleasure along with him when he took her. The thought even warmed her pallid, hairless loins as she looked upon him, but this was his lust, his obsession, not hers, her own burning low in her belly with her awakening--not to be sated at this moment. "Master." she murmured, coming forwards to stand on tiptoe, kissing his muscled chest with those luscious lips, flicking her tongue across his nipple as his mere presence warmed her snow-pale body. His hand ran through her hair, and hers caressed his buttocks, affectionately, yet respectfully. They'd dispensed with names from the outset--she'd never known his, and she'd been stripped of hers in their first meeting. But she was bound to him, bound tight, and she would obey. For his part, she fed his cravings, that was all he asked of her. Seductive though she sometimes made herself, she never particularly enjoyed laying in union with another male than he, not because he had forbidden it explicitly, but simply because she had little desire to. It was part of belonging to him. "Undress, slave." he spoke, his smooth voice taking an even more erotic tone as he warmed to her. He did not have use for such things as clothes, his long, thick cock growing rigid in her presence, anticipating what was to come. She did so, and the white dress, with its translucent cloth and elegant lace, fell away like a wisp from a ghost, her hands curving under her breasts, lifting the soft curves up to offer them to him. On her stomach below them, purer white on the white of her skin, but nearly invisible in her pallor, were the scars that claws had left when they'd cut deep into her. His claws. She remembered it so vividly, gazing up at him, the passion and the pain etched in her memory. But now, his fingers ended only in short, simple fingernails, perfectly cut and smoothed. Fingers that caressed her silky skin now, his head tilting back slightly as he savored a deep breath of her scent, his fingertips gliding down over her stomach down to caress the smooth, wettening cleft between her legs. Lifting her, seemingly effortlessly, he ran his tongue over her stiffened, pale nipples, first one and then the other. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her tight cunt against his hardened abs, her eyes closing once more, their feathery white lashes once more caressing her cheeks. Her hips bucked slightly against him as his strong arms supported hers and the ebon lips met crimson ones, a long, lingering kiss, as passionate as might be seen from any lovers. She felt the way made her burn inside, and wriggled against him more eagerly. That burn of hunger flowed through her until it almost covered over the deeper, more instinctive burn in the pit of her slender belly. She'd gorge herself once she'd recovered from his use, but for now she surrendered to her Master's touch, her body warming against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as he held her up. His fingers slid lower, cupping her bottom and beginning to tease at her tight hairless cunt, the ebon digits caressing the pallid folds of her nether lips slowly and sensually. Thus they danced, her entranced heat growing stronger and stronger as she writhed against him, gripping tight to him with her pale, fit legs. Soon, she felt the thick prod of his cock pressing into the soft, warm cleft of her cunt, black and white skin contrasting as he thrust into her with a deep, hungry growl. She could feel herself stretch around him, her eyes closing tightly at the sensation as he thrust deeper into her, her back arching slightly. He entered, his strong arms gripping her tightly, and his lips found hers, the crimson and the ebon meeting in passion. Once again, memories of the first time bubbled unbidden in her mind, the steely hand clapped over her tender mouth in the dark of the night, before her eyes could penetrate the gloom, the massive cock entering her untried cunt from behind, pounding into her eagerly while that deep, seductive voice murmured to her that everything would be all right... Her glassy eyes snapped back into the present, once more alight with their malevolent colorless gleam as she peered up at her Master's face once more, moaning again as the familiar massive shaft pounded up into her, the memory of its pain back then mingled with the pleasure she felt now. Hissing softly, she curled her lips in a snarl and bit at the skin of his shoulder with her sharp, pearly teeth, finding only the bitter black ichor that she knew would be there. A deep, feral part of her brooded darkly at such a defeat, but the rest of her let go, allowing her to drift on the waves of sensation as she drank the strong bitter draught that her bite had tapped. The great ebon male continued to thrust into his mate even as she bit him, rumbling with pleasure at his slave's vigor as his thick cock stuffed her tight little cunt easily, his strong arms holding her aloft as she clung to him. Suddenly slamming her back down onto the polished obsidian with a force that would have bruised her delicate body all over before his arrival, the massive ebon creature adjusted his position to mount his mate, thrusting into her with renewed vigor with the new angle of his hips. She whimpered slightly as his cock's head pounded against the bottom of her cunt, her long snowy lashes fluttering over her eyes as her crimson mouth twisted in mingled pain and pleasure. Leaning over her, her Master extended his long, flexible tongue, tickling over her nipples with its pointed tip, then bending closer to bite each nub, just the light grip of his teeth, teasing her. She grabbed tight to his muscled shoulders, her eyes ablaze with a light akin to that of the moon, her body flexing, pumping to meet his thrusts, feeling pain at the size of his member and yet pleasure at the way he took her so savagely. Still leaning over her, he kissed her ruby mouth with his sensual lips, his blazing eyes alight as his tongue found hers, his strong arms moving around her slender body as they intertwined in passion, her breasts pressing to his powerful chest. Feeling the strength of him against her, she remembered those indelible moments, moments of ending and beginning. Death no longer held fear for her. The only thing that ruled her now was her Master, and that hunger within. Orgasm crashed through her, an unearthly caterwaul escaping her, like the wail of a lost soul, as the rush of pleasure filled her, carrying every glittering sparkle of pain along with the flood as it ran through her. In the haze of sensation, the remembered images boiled up all the more vividly, the dark claws piercing her heart and the blackening of the end--and then her new beginning, here in the darkness, slave to his desires and to her own craving. Writhing, she put her index finger in her mouth, biting down on it so that she would not cry out again, even with only him there to hear. She could feel her battered body healing itself of his bruises, knowing she'd be hungry after she'd rested. Looking up to his face, she saw the silent laughter there, the demonic mirth that told her he was far from finished. Setting her back on the slab, face down, he brought his cock against the tight star of her anus, the coating of her juices all that aided his entry as she gritted her teeth against the sensations she knew would soon come. The slow entry hurt, and though she was beyond worrying about any injury that might come of it now, the pain still affected her, her eyes clenched shut as he pushed into her slowly but surely. Reaching down, he grabbed two handfuls of her hair, using them like reins as he worked his cock into her and then began to ride, pounding her tight ass with his massive black shaft. He growled with lust as he did so, pulling tight on that long silken hair so that she let out another wail, her eyes shut tight as the feeling of him inside her tightest sheath made her shudder, as it often did. Though it was painful for her, taking that massive shaft up her rear, she bore it as well as she could, knowing that it pleased him. She even began to massage him with her tight little anus, the pale ring of flesh clamping around the ebon invader in the way she knew he liked. Growling, he reamed her tiny asshole with savage vigor, stuffing her with his massive girth as she lay below him, shuddering with the sensations as he basked in the exquisite pleasure of fucking his slave's rear entry. His ebon skin shone as if wet, his aura of false light illuminating the whole scene in shadowy light as he savored in her. The perfect, youthful curves of her alabaster buttocks framed his onyx shaft as he pounded into her, delighting his eyes as he watched himself fuck her. Tossing his head back, he roared his pleasure in deep, unearthly tones, wings spread wide, but still he hammered into her, not yet climaxing. Her eyes closed, and her full lips slightly parted as a moan of mingled pain and pleasure escaped her. Her arms felt weak, forcing her to lean her breasts down against the cold stone as she lay her upper body down, her rump raised in offering to her Master. She pushed back to meet his thrusts as much as she could, her teeth gritted, framed by her curled crimson lips as her eyes shut tighter. Leaning far over her, he placed his elbows to either side of her upon the obsidian surface of her resting place, his head turned down so that he could watch those exquisite expressions of pain-pleasure on his slave's face as he reasserted his claim on her. The heat within him grew, his mighty hips moving with greater vigor as he continued to thrust, drawing screams of passion and pain from her as he reamed her tiny asshole, each stroke within her making his pleasure grow greater and greater until he could hold it no more. With a cry of ecstasy, his seed gushed forth into her as his mighty cock throbbed within the tightly-stuffed passage of her rectum, the flood of his unholy sperm washing deep into her bowels. His roars echoed in the dark tomb as he tossed his head back and pulled firmly on his handfuls of her hair, the silken white strands held tight in his ebon fists. He remained in her for a few moments more, savoring in the afterglow of their union, then he slowly drew back from her tight anus. She fell back, moaning and panting heavily as he withdrew, watching him with her silvery eyes as he moved in front of her, his pleasured cock bobbing half-erect before her as he came to a halt. With abject devotion she kissed the dribble of seed from his cock's head, drawing the goo between her crimson lips and swallowing it hungrily before opening wide to engulf him. The blood-red rim of her mouth slid sensually over the total black of his skin, tracing over each vein and detail as she suckled him. Taking care not to scratch with her sharp teeth, she drew every last drop of his load from him, swallowing the rich seed as her hands caressed his balls reverently. Finally, he gestured her to stop, his semi-erect cock dropping from her hungry mouth as he caressed her silken hair. He licked his lips, his crimson eyes gleaming as he gazed down at her with a wicked smile before departing, then his form melted back into the dark shadows of the crypt. Shuddering, she lay upon the obsidian slab, her hair disheveled as the light faded, and she new that after this, she would need to sleep deeply. She knew, too, that after that rest she'd be hungry... and then the bloodlust would begin. ======