Veinblossom, part 2 by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Feb 7, 2011 ====== 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 vamp magic toys caution ====== The cabin was old and mossy, looking much as if no one lived there, but for the disturbance of the dead leaves and the footprints in the loam. Gloomy trees hung low over it from one side, the other looking out over a half-wild old garden. The place looked small from the outside, but it had deep cellars, carefully tunneled out by its current inhabitant to make space for his more clandestine operations. Malryn paced back and forth restlessly in the musty gloom, the light of an oil lamp illuminating the parchments that he leafed through. Veinblossom sat cross-legged upon a rickety wooden stool nearby, clad in nothing but a device that resembled a chastity belt, but whose purpose was to hold two specially crafted plugs inside her, the faint pulsing of the toys making her insides squirm subtly in response. The imp-girl showed little outward awareness of the device's tease, her small hands investigating a human skull that she had plucked from one of her Master's shelves. "Must you play with him?" Malryn chided, glancing at her over the edge of a parchment. Wide crimson eyes turned to look at him, the little imp distracted from her morbid reverie. She could tell that the skull's former owner had been chained to this plane, had tugged at the spirit leash and almost coaxed the old shade to appear for her, but it was reluctant to answer her summons and the imp's power was yet weak. "Do you command me to cease?" she asked with an inquisitive cock of her head, adding before Malryn had a chance to answer, "Who was he?" "My teacher. Now pay attention and attend on me." Veinblossom kissed the skull's forehead lightly before placing it back on the shelf and slipping from the stool, a soft giggle in her throat as she moved to Malryn's side. The warlock, for his part, continued to shuffle parchments as the imp placed a cheek on his hip with a soft purr, her head-tendrils swaying gently. His bony fingers handed down one of the sheets. "What do you make of it?" Veinblossom grabbed the parchment and began to scan it. It wasn't writing, per se, but an arrangement of arcane symbols. The little blood-red lips, needing no lipstick, pursed contemplatively as she crossed her eyes. The girl's brain that she had been given initially thought it all a lot of strange nonsense, but instinct moved her hand from beyond the amnesia of incarnation. Squatting down and letting out a little gasp as it made the throbbing plugs shift inside her, she began to claw duplicates of the symbols into the packed earth of the cellar with one sharp little fingernail, rearranging the glyphs and scratching some arrows between them as she muttered bits of explanation in one of the old tongues. Pausing when finished, she glanced up at Malryn's gaunt face, its shadows deep in the light of the lamp's flame. He saw the plea for approval in the large crimson eyes, and he nodded, offering his finger against her lips and letting out the slightest groan as needle-sharp teeth pricked into it, nimble tongue lapping the drops of blood as tendrils swayed contentedly behind her head. Withdrawing, the hand caressed her head, the little fleshy tendrils that stood in place of her hair slender and silky-skinned, yet resilient enough not to be harmed by the handling, a few arching up to stroke her Master's hand in return. Malryn took a moment to turn to his writing-table, jotting down what the imp had decoded with a raven quill upon one of his fresh parchments, making sure everything was neat and in order before dousing the lamp and turning back to his familiar. Taking Veinblossom, he lifted her with a bony hand under her bottom and another supporting her back, her limbs moving to climb him in assistance of his efforts until her arms were wrapped affectionately around his neck, the soft, eerie humming of her pleased melody meeting his ears as she responded to being lifted by the one to whom she had been bonded. Carrying her, Malryn ascended the steep wooden steps through the trapdoor into his bedchamber. Like most of the cabin, the room was rather the worse for wear, but effort had been made here to give it some sense of style. The covers of the bed which the imp was set next to were out of place in their luxuriousness, a deep red with a hint of purple, like a mingling of blood and wine. The bed frame itself was darkly lacquered wood, the legs of the piece each carved in the likeness of the paws of a fierce beast. The whole thing was cleaner than most of the cabin as well. Malryn dusted his robe off carefully, then removed it and hung it upon its peg. He washed his bare feet with a damp cloth from a nearby bucket, doing the same for Veinblossom before lowering himself onto the comfort of the bed. He was a warlock of the Secret Chains of Blood, and that meant a certain amount of pride and contempt for "lesser" orders of mere necromancers, like the Order of the Graven Skull or the Circle of the Living Crypt. They were, at least to Malryn's haughty consideration, crawlers in decay and experimenters with the foul flesh of the recently dead. He, of the Secret Chains of Blood, worked in squalid conditions only out of necessity, not choice, and his line of tutelage (so he believed) traced back to the Elder Nosferatu themselves, their secrets hexed and tortured out by the first warlocks of the Secret Chains with daring and guile in the face of fates worse than death should their captives break free. One day, he had vowed, he would work in a castle of his own, as befitted a mage of the high circles. The feeling of Veinblossom's lithe body with its barely noticeable curves drew Malryn away from such thoughts. The imp had climbed into the bed and pressed herself firmly to his thigh, her own legs spreading so that she could drape one over his to inch even closer, her blood-red lips brushing lightly at his side. The warlock lived as reclusively as he could, despising the bustle of the market places that he had by necessity to frequent at times, and the touch of another being--much less another being that was not his old mentor--was still alien to him after his years in solitude. The mere touch of Veinblossom's body, now that he was no longer focused on his mystical formulae, sent the warm flow of blood coursing into his loins, his cock stiffening. He could have commanded his blood to flow otherwise if he had wished, but he did not. It had been a mere fortnight since he had shaped a body for his imp by the dark rituals that he'd researched so painstakingly. He was only beginning to become accustomed to her, his hand stroking along the line of her spine with less conscious thought than before as he caressed her. He'd had his doubts about the suitability of the vessel he'd chosen for her, in fulfilling the sexual duties that would be demanded of it. He might have chosen, had he felt safe in doing so, one that would have fuller breasts, plusher hips; an older girl, blooded, on the brink of womanhood. But as he sat Veinblossom up to take in the sight of her once more, those doubts were gone. The imp lit fires in his loins, the false innocence of her face, with the imp's sluttish demeanor behind the mask of cuteness, awakening in him a new appreciation for youth-kissed girlish beauty. The imp could feel her Master's heated admiration, and her body arched sensually in his gaze, offering herself like a little harlot, her little chest pushed towards him, with its mere promise of breasts that had never, would never have a chance to grow into a woman's bosom. The warlock's bony fingers reached out, pinching and stroking the offered nipples lightly, making the imp purr, her tendrils rippling with enjoyment. "Hmmmm..." she purred, shifting to grab her Master's steely shaft in one small hand, her wide eyes examining it as if for the first time, crimson intensity and intellect drinking in every vein and wrinkle of detail as greedily as she lapped up the treats of blood she was offered. Rolling his foreskin down slowly, she ran a small fingertip over the opening at the end of the purplish cock-head, her eyes lidding, sly now like a contented cat as she ran slow, gentle fingers over the exposed flesh and around the crown of the head. Malryn chuckled and stroked the small of her shapely back. The imp's hunger glittered in her eyes, and sperm, while not as nourishing to her as blood, would offer her some sustenance. He tickled the little dimple where her buttocks joined her back, then let the hand trail lower, patting her shapely rear and making her wriggle subtly as she stroked his cock with slow, firm pulls. His shaft remained hard and warm in her grasp, throbbing with life, the imp's sensitive hand feeling every beat of the pulse there. Shifting, the imp straddled Malryn's bony knee, grinding her hips against it and making the plugs trapped in her churn, eyes pleading to her Master for their removal that they might be replaced with warm flesh. He teased her a bit longer, pretending not to see the desiring pout of her lips and the craving in her wide eyes, then, slowly, he unlocked the belt from her, her tight little orifices clinging to the plugs reluctantly for a moment before letting them slurp free, a pair of gaping little holes flexing a bit before drawing tight once more. "Ahhhh..." murmured Veinblossom, arching her back, eyes lidded, body shuddering at the sudden emptiness after having worn the device for hours. Malryn's fingers caressed her tight alabaster peach slowly, diddling the little nub and making the imp squirm and gasp, her little hand tightening around his cock, forgetting to stroke for a moment. Sitting up, the warlock drew his familiar into his lap, letting her pale back rest against his gaunt chest, his hands guiding her into place so that the head of his cock nudged upwards at that tight little slit, drawing a hiss of anticipation from her before she lowered herself slowly down, her tendrils tickling his shoulder as she leaned her head back, large red eyes gazing sideways at his face as she was slowly, slowly spread open to his penetration. The little hole gripped Malryn's cock tightly, silky flesh already gooey with desire as she moved her hips, her lush outer labia slowly stretching tight around him as she worked herself up to being able to ride, little hips rocking, then bobbing, sliding down a little further with each movement until the entire shaft was buried inside her. "Mmmmm..." Malryn rumbled, his greasy black hair swaying as he began to move, bouncing the imp in his lap, slightly at first, then more vigorously as the heat in his loins began to climb. Mewling, the familiar rode him eagerly, his hardened shaft filling her little body up so very full. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding on tight for balance as her movements grew wild, the tendrils of her head squirming and swaying, casting a miniature gorgon's shadow on the wall as she bucked and wailed. Malryn gritted his teeth, his gaunt body flexing as he moved along with the imp, a hiss of air passing from his mouth as the pleasure coiled through him, his eyes lidded, his hands reaching out to stroke the imp's back, trailing fingers down her spine. Veinblossom licked her crimson lips, a wanton expression on her face that warred with the illusion of innocence normally given by her features. "Feed me, Master!" she mewled hungrily, body alight with sensation as she rode faster and faster, hissing, fangs showing as she became all the more agitated, "Feed me!" The warlock held her back, hands on her shoulders, pumping vigorously into her from below, then he seized her around the waist with both hands and lifted her from his lap, pushing her down onto her back and straddling her little frame, pushing his cock to her gleaming ruby lips. Veinblossom responded eagerly, sucking him with fiery passion, tasting the mixture of his musk and her juices as she wriggled beneath him, both little hands grabbing his shaft to rub and coax. It didn't take long for Malryn to climax, primed by his familiar's ever so tight little cunt, his eyes rolling back as he cried out, his shaft heaving and gushing hot, sperm-laden jets into Veinblossom's mouth. Hungrily, the imp slurped seed from his gushing cock, swallowing every jet with gusto as her crimson lips wrapped tight around the head of his shaft. She purred around the warlock's cock, savoring the warm feel of nourishment as her body took what life essence his sperm could offer, her crimson eyes lidded like those of a contented cat. "Mmmmm..." rumbled Malryn, caressing the imp's head as she slowly let his cock fall from her mouth, every last trace of his seed licked and sucked away. Veinblossom grinned at him wickedly, then moved to take her place at the foot of his bed, perching on watch like a pretty little gargoyle while the warlock curled up in the worn covers, closing his eyes contentedly. There was much work to be done, but they were off to a good start, Malryn mused as he drifted off, but there would be opposition. That much was certain. ======