Veinblossom
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Jul 24, 2010

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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/g cons piv oral anal a2m vamp magic caution

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Standing in the candlelight that lit the hidden catacomb, the black-robed
figure of Malryn crouched and began to chant in a deep, resonating voice,
speaking from memory.  In the elaborate magic circle etched and painted in
the stone floor before him, the powdered bones of a virgin mixed with semen
were laid out in the ordained pattern.

Gritting his teeth, the ebon-haired warlock slowly drew his razor-edged
athame across his left wrist, shadowed eyes lidded as he reached out so that
the fresh blood dripped into the bone dust, and the mixture began to steam
slightly.  Carefully controlling his excitement, Malryn swept a lock of
greasy, dark hair away from his eyes and fixed his gaze upon the summoning
circle.

The candles set at each point of the star-shaped pattern flickered, and a
bubbling and writhing arose from the center of the elaborate pentagram, the
blood moving with life of its own as the warlock continued to chant.  After
a moment, the bloodstained mixture seemed to coalesce into a feminine hand
that reached forth, ashen pale with shiny crimson nails.  Malryn grimaced at
the malodorous smoke of his burning, still dripping blood, but held firm,
his eyes fixed on the emerging figure as he continued to chant the formative
words.  The hand was joined by another, and together they grasped the floor
as the imp began to hoist herself through the seething red goo, the molten
material that dripped down her body forming abdomen and legs as she rose.

In the shadows, Malryn's lips curled into a vile smirk as he watched the
creature emerge as summoned.  Her skin was like snow under moonlight, the
pale lattice of delicate veins showing faintly through it.  The warlock's
gaze flowed over her as he took in her petite, yet graceful form, clad only
in the air of the subterranean chamber and silverish-white all over but for
the deep red of her lips and her eyes, the color of the blood that had
served as the catalyst for her incarnation.  Completely hairless, her scalp
instead grew into many slender, fleshy tendrils, marked with intricately
coiling stripes of white and crimson.  Some fell across her face as she
lifted herself to gaze at him, the sensitive appendages swaying slightly of
their own accord.

The imp was bound to silence until he were to acknowledge her, but Malryn
did not yet give her the privilege.  His dark eyes looked back into her
moist, red ones sternly as he considered her form.  Child-like, her body's
smooth and simple lines looked immature, yet sensual in the way it hinted
rather than declared her feminine nature, a sleekness with nothing wasted
and no encumberment.

"From blood and bone, a body is made flesh." spoke the warlock in his ritual
tones.

"So summoned to the vessel, a mind awakens." she murmured in response, her
voice soft, meek and sweet despite the tiny milk-white fangs that showed
hungrily between her deep red lips as she spoke, her eyes alight with
malevolent eagerness.

"The passion of the embrace burns within a new heart."

"The patience of the grave churns within a new brain."

"By a crimson kiss, the birth is sealed." completed Malryn, lifting his
bloody wrist to the to the imp's lips, red meeting its matching red as she
wrapped her mouth over the cut and began to suckle gently.

The petite creature rose as she drank, body arching sensually towards him so
that the little nipples on her sleek chest were exposed fully to him, and he
caressed each with the flat of the athame with slow, deliberate movements.

Though the man was nearly two heads taller than her, she showed no fear when
her blood-red eyes gazed up towards him.  The imp's face could have been
considered angelic, were a different personality looking through it, but
this being seethed with lust, darkness, and raw hunger, such that her gaze
seemed to throb with a pulse of its own when it was trained so intensely
upon something.

Malryn felt his own throbbing, not only in his heart but in his loins as he
regarded the creature he had brought about.  Thus far, she seemed every bit
the ideal assistant that he had hoped for.  Taking the collar which he had
constructed for the occasion, he snapped it in place about the creature's
neck, withdrawing his wrist from her mouth as he did so.

The bleeding soon stopped by virtue of the imp's saliva, and she gazed up at
him with smoldering desire, still hungry as her lips parted and she panted
slightly, her little fangs once more showing as the delicate tendrils of her
head wriggled in subtly coordinated patterns.

"I dub you Veinblossom. Now, I, your Master, shall guide you." the warlock
murmured, stroking the imp's chin lightly.

"As I am your artifice, so I am yours... Veinblossom serves, heart and
brain." she said in a liquid voice that oozed sensuality, even while
retaining its submissiveness.  He watched her glossy lips as they formed the
words, their flesh blood red and gleaming as they parted slightly to show
the tips of teeth like pointed pearls, her chest heaving with the intake of
her breath after speaking.

"Display yourself."

She shifted upon the floor, her legs spreading to reveal the bare, hairless
skin of her female flesh, her back arching slightly as she knelt on the
stone floor and leaned back to show her chest and the fleshy peach-shaped
slit of her cunt, so like little girl flesh.  Malryn had chosen the grave of
a girl not yet blooded to defile instead of a woman's, in hopes to ensure
that the ritual would not fail through accidentally using the bones of a
non-virgin, and as the grimoire had warned, the imp had adapted her body to
match the bones used.  The warlock found that he did not mind the appearance
of his new familiar at all, so long as the body she'd taken served when put
to the test.

In fact, he could not deny the stirring of his arousal, and with curiosity
he reached out to touch his new familiar's nipples, slowly stroking them and
teasing them to see that they responded as he expected.  Veinblossom let out
a soft breath of response at the sensation, lips parting farther as her eyes
closed, showing dusky silver lids.  Continuing to stroke, he trailed down
her stomach, noting the detail of the dainty navel before trailing down to
stroke those plump outer labia, feeling the silken smoothness of skin to
which hair was an alien thing.

Parting the lips, he peered at her pale sheath, the imp watching him with a
wicked grin of playfulness as he sampled its fresh, almost nonexistent scent
and then extended his tongue to lick the flesh he had crafted, sampling it. 
Veinblossom writhed slightly, back undulating as her tendrils wriggled
sensually, a soft sound escaping her lips, but the warlock did not continue
after the initial check.  Taking hold of her and turning her onto her
stomach, he parted her buttocks and took a close look at the crinkled
opening of her tiny anus, the orifice needless for the creature's own
purposes, but quite useful for the warlock's own.  Again he drew in her
scent and then licked the tiny hole slowly, drawing another wriggle from the
newly-created imp before he withdrew.

But it would not do to be caught here. Malryn growled slightly, setting his
jaw as he rose to his feet and commanded the imp, "Dissipate the circle at
once and follow me.  We should not linger here."

Veinblossom nodded, her eyes still blazing with hunger, and complied,
tracing over the circle that no longer channeled power and hiding it with
magically accumulated dust and dirt so that it looked like naught but a
filthy catacomb floor once more.  That done, she rose with a spring in her
step to follow the warlock, who turned to move briskly towards the exit of
the catacombs, his hard shaft bulging in the front of his ebon robes with
anticipation.  Once the danger of being caught defiling the tombs was out of
the way, Malryn intended to enjoy his new familiar much more fully.

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A pair of figures shadowed in the fog met Malryn's eyes as he emerged from
below ground into the graveyard.  Suppressing a curse, he crouched low
against the rocks of the entryway, Veinblossom pulling close as he moved. 
The guards of the graveyard must have some suspicion of his presence, or
they would have stayed nearer to the gates.  He put the imp on his
shoulders, letting her cling to him there.  He didn't have the strength of a
fighter, but Veinblossom was lithe and petite, easy to carry even for the
bony warlock.

Together they lurked in the shadow of the crypt entrance, watching for the
right moment to bolt.  Once the silhouettes of the guards in the fog seemed
to pass, Malryn made his break, carrying Veinblossom with him as he ran,
focusing what magical energy he had left after the incarnation of his
familiar to help his feet skim the ground without leaving footprints.  When
they reached the stone wall, he ran along it just long enough to find the
entry point he'd chosen, where the spikes atop the wall had rusted and were
easily knocked away to leave a safe path.  Vaulting over with a last burst
of magic, he escaped the graveyard, continuing to run despite his growing
exhaustion.

He didn't stop until his legs could no longer carry him, his imp clinging
tight to his neck and shoulders all the way.  Catching his breath, the
warlock settled his new familiar upon the forest floor, the gloomy trees
looming overhead, laden with strands of lichen that gave them a decaying
look much like the graveyard they had fled from.  Eyes closed, he lay back
against the trunk of an ancient tree and sipped from the potion bottle he'd
brought along, the bitter taste of foul herbs washing across his tongue as
he gulped down a dose and lay shivering, the restorative effect slowly
clearing his mind and returning the flow of energy to it at the cost of a
sick feeling in his stomach as it churned with the bitter brew.

He wasn't sure if he'd dozed, but when he opened his eyes, it was at the
gentle weight of Veinblossom's body upon his chest, her slim arms slipping
around his neck, her lips almost touching his.  Her tendril-hair swayed and
rippled with crimson bands in a comfortable rhythm fueled by sexual
interest.  When her legs shifted, he could feel his imp's wetness on his
skin when the robe was pushed open, and he leaned forward to run his lips
lightly over hers, not quite a kiss.

Shifting Malryn's robes open further, Veinblossom brought her wet, youthful
cunt closer to his cock, a little hand reaching down to stroke him, coaxing
him to harden as her crimson eyes gazed lustfully at him.  The warlock's
breath grew heavy once again, still tired from fleeing the guards in the
graveyard, but his shaft responded quickly to her touch, veins straining out
on the hard surface of his cock as it grew for her.  She stroked eagerly,
then slipped his foreskin down to expose his cock's head as she pressed her
childish slit against it, eager for him to impale her.

"Bond fully with me, Master... The work is not finished." she breathed,
gritting her sharp little teeth against the tightness of the penetration.  A
little spot of the dark ichor of her assimilated blood showed itself,
smudging across Malryn's cock as he responded to her and began to drive it
between her plump, tight labia, setting the tendrils that passed for her
hair to rippling more intensely.  The flesh and brain crafted for the imp
were new to this, but the spark of dark unlife within her knew it well,
craved it, her flesh yielding to his as much as it could to welcome him, to
fill her with the warmth of life.

"Ahh!" she gasped breathily, feeling Malryn push into her more fully,
stretching her tight little cunt out for him as he pushed deep into her. 
Raising his upper body so that he could look into her face, he gave her a
wicked smile, her lips finding the edge of his chest, sharp teeth nipping to
taste a little of his blood once again while he began to thrust into her,
reaming out her brand new cunt.  She drank a little from him, then drew back
with a sensual hiss, bucking on his lap as he lay back against the tree to
watch her.  She was tighter than anyone Malryn had sampled before, her inner
walls clinging slickly around him.

Letting out a moan of pleasure, Malryn grew more animated despite his
fatigue, his eyes glittering with lust as he watched the little imp bounce
upon him.  Soon his own hips began to move, keeping time with her bobs,
trying to work his cock deeper inside her with every downward press. 
Veinblossom moaned, the warlock's cock feeling massive to her in her tight
little cunt, the bald lips stretched and slurping wetly around his girth as
they fucked.  Leaning forward, she put her hands on his chest, pressing her
red nails against his skin a bit as she gazed down at him hungrily, her red
tongue licking red lips framed in the paleness of her face.  The wideness of
those red eyes would make her seem innocent were it not for the wicked gleam
set in their depths, the imp's lust for sex and blood glinting there.

She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest, gazing into his eyes
hungrily as her tiny cunt gripped him.  Her girlish hips bobbed eagerly,
each firm press downwards trying to cram as much of him into her as
possible, the smooth head of his cock pushing against the ceiling of her
cunt.  Pushing his robes wider open, her little hands felt his lithe chest
up and down, her lips edging closer to his until they were locked in a
passionate kiss, tongues twining in time with the movements of the manly
cock and childish cunt locked in union below.

"There is more of your body that should be bonded to me..." hissed Malryn
after a while of her riding, his hands rising to caress her chest, feeling
its barely-present curve and teasing her nipples.  Veinblossom curled her
lip as he lifted her from him, not wishing to lose the feeling of his cock
inside her, but interested to see what the warlock had in mind.  He turned
her back to him, and she looked over her shoulder at him with feigned
innocence, her smirk not fully contained as she anticipated his intent, her
hair tendrils undulating a little faster as he lowered her back towards his
thick, waiting cock, smeared with her juices.  From the second bottle he'd
carried, he sloshed some herbal oil that he'd brought for the purpose onto
his shaft for good measure.

As he lowered his imp onto his lap once again, the bulbous head of Malryn's
cock came to bear against the crinkle of Veinblossom's tiny anus, teasing
there for a few moments before drawing a sharper and more vocal "Ahhhh!"
from her as he pushed in firmly.  As he thrust to the hilt in her, her
rectum enveloped his cock like a silken vise, gripping skintight to his
flesh.  She wriggled atop him, the muscles of her abdomen spasming a bit as
she was stretched open swiftly, her body trembling.

"Oh yes... bugger me..." she breathed in a bare whisper, her infernal nature
taking hold as she began to milk at his cock with the taut muscles of her
ass.  It hurt, and if she were the little girl whose remains she had been
built upon, she would likely have bawled at the feeling of the warlock's
hefty girth in her tiny hole, but the perverted imp lapped up the pain,
loving even that when it was in service to her Master.

"So you agree that your anus needs bonding to me as well?" Malryn's slimy
voice spoke with a hint of amusement, interspersed with suppressed gasps of
pleasure as the imp's vise-tight bowels caressed him.

"Yes... bond it to you... it belongs to your cock." hissed the imp, lip
curled with the pain of stretching as her Master's oiled cock slid in and
out of the intimate little sheath.

Malryn groaned with pleasure more intensely then, gripping Veinblossom's
hips and thrusting up into her with greater vigor, the little pucker of her
asshole stretched into a skintight O around him.  She hissed and writhed,
head tossed back sharply when the warlock's fingers began to toy with her
pussy, fingering the bald lips and the little nub of her clit.

Rippling her inner muscles, Veinblossom made her flesh undulate around her
Master's cock, her bowels stretched tight around him, flesh stroking oiled
flesh in passion within.  Her anus squeezed and gripped rhythmically, urging
Malryn's shaft to higher and higher pleasure as she mewled passionately for
him, saliva gleaming on her glossy lips, hair-tendrils undulating and
rippling in time with the rythm of his deep thrusts.

The tight grip of his imp was almost too much for Malryn to bear, and he
felt his seed percolating within him, its outpouring drawing nigh.  Great
pleasure coursed through him as his cock delighted in the tightness of the
imp's body, his steely length throbbing with hot passion.  Veinblossom,
sensing the impending culmination of her Master's arousal, cooed to him
hungrily, "My mouth!  Let it loose in my mouth and feed me!"

Drawing out of the imp's perfect anus, he lifted her to her knees and thrust
firmly between her lips, her sharp little teeth held carefully in check as
she sucked him vigorously, tongue swirling around his cock as she glanced up
at him with wide crimson eyes, her tendrils undulating eagerly.

"Ahhhhh..." moaned out Malryn in ecstasy as he watched her suck, his cock
heaving in her mouth and spewing forth torrents of his seed into her throat,
making her gurgle as she gulped greedily at it, her cheeks drawing in as she
sucked hard with the subsiding of his jetting cum to draw the last bits of
it from the head of his shaft.  Releasing his cock, she swallowed loudly and
let her mouth loll open as she looked up at him adoringly, showing him that
all of his semen in her mouth was gone.

With a greasy smirk, Malryn caressed the top of Veinblossom's head, then
lifted her to his shoulders once more as he adjusted his robe, rubbing out
his tracks and beginning to move in the direction of his lair. 
Veinblossom's porcelain body seemed alight with life as blood and sperm
energized her, the smirk on her lips matching her Master's as she
anticipated the passions of service yet to come.

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