Veinblossom, part 2
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Feb 7, 2011

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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.

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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.

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