Initial draft by Rhys the Mage, refined through several rounds of collaborative editing and embellishing.
"The demon raised an eyebrow at her, a deep chuckle in his throat as he gazed down at the sensually postured elf. "You are bold for a fleshling. Know that I shall take of you as I please. And remember, for a hundred years your flesh shall be mine to slake my lusts, in return for the gift I give of amplifying your magic and protecting your weak body."
Deep inside a forest of huge, looming trees, some with trunks four feet thick at the base, lay a small and hidden glade. Within this clearing, perpetually in the shade of the evergreen forest giants, sat an unusual wood and stone hut. Strange, potent glyphs of warding marked the surface of the hut, guarding against the approach of animals, humans, and whatever other creatures might stumble upon it. A slight breeze passed through the trees, rustling the great expanses of leaves and rattling the hanging pots and lights into a chorus of dings and clunks. This was the demesne of Melinaraami, an elven witch feared by every intelligent being within fifty leagues. Her lust for life exceeded only by her lust for power, Melinaraami had thoroughly earned her reputation.
Though it looked small, the hut was far larger than it appeared from without, though by magic or good construction none could say—none could say, that is, because none were ever invited to look upon it and leave unscathed. The door of the hut opened into a large common area with several doors that led to still more rooms. The entire space was covered with witch markings, no more than an inch separation to be found. It was dim, but lit, at this time, by thirteen candles of varying color. The candles were not made of wax, but some foul formulation created by Melinaraami herself, their flames casting light of an eerie blue-green. They burned for days without failing, offering the witch a source of nigh-uninterrupted light for her rituals and study, which took place day and night.
At this time, Melinaraami was in the middle of a summoning—in fact, her third of the day. In the center of the room was chalked a set of witch markings in the shape of a hexagon, glowing red and gold with power as the elven witch channeled her energy into the lines. There were three sounds in the room.
One was the creaking of the wooden floor boards, accompanied by the dance of dust particles faintly reflecting the candle light and sparkling with different colors.
A second was that of a elven female panting and moaning. In this case it was the sound of Melinaraami, who happened to be on her hands and knees in the center of the glowing witch-sigils.
The third sound was the satisfied grunting of the massive male demon that was even now plowing the witch's fevered cunt with his own huge cock. The demon fucked her willing pussy with inhumanly fast strokes, its enormous appendage driving her steadily toward climax as she squirmed and writhed beneath him. Equally, the demon was approaching its own release. Many long tentacles, each ending in what was the size and shape of a rather normal human prick, extended from its body as it neared its peak. The demon bellowed with pleasure, morphing further as it grew two additional arms to grab Melinaraami by the hips, holding her tightly to its own. Lifting her, it spun her around and laid her on her back. It knelt between her widely spread thighs, pinning her limbs to the creaking wooden floor with its four arms.
A tentacle found her ass, wriggling deep into the tight, flexing hole and adding to the elven witch's sluttish pleasure. Others stroked her abdomen, trailing her skin with sticky slime. Another found her mouth while yet others stroked the sides of her face, leaving her cheeks sticky with demonic precum. All at once, the demon allowed itself to climax. Its otherworldly semen, nearly hot to the touch, flooded her pussy, her ass and her mouth at once. She gulped like it was warm creamy soup and came with enough force that she nearly squeezed the beast's shaft from her cunt. The demon bellowed with pleasure, spewing its foul seed all over the witch's breasts, belly and face. Still pinned to the floor for the demon's use, her peak reached a new height as her demonic lover continued to fill her, feed her, and cover her. When it was at last done with her, the beast reluctantly retracted its appendages in unison from its witch-slut partner. He stood over her the witch's breathing returned to normal and she sat up, her face inches from his now flaccid, but still huge, cock.
"I admit it, witch," the beast said in a huge voice, "You have served me better than any other mortal. And now that you have summoned me three times in one day to take my pleasure of your fleshling body, as was the arrangement, I agree to grant you a boon."
The elf witch wiped the mask of the demon's semen from her face and fluttered her eyes open as she left the still glowing hexagon and the demon within it. "You agreed to amplify my magic, and now I want to be able—"
The demon roared and threw its head back, the huge curled white horns glancing off the ceiling and sending a fresh cascade of dust into the room. "Insolence!" the beast howled, shaking the walls of the hut but not appearing to faze the nude witch in the least.
"You agreed," the beautiful witch said calmly, licking her fingers and noting the demon's cock was already starting to lengthen again.
The demon snorted as it watched her craven display. "Proceed," it said slowly.
"I want the power to take life and harvest its energy," she said, pressing her breasts together with her black nailed hands.
The demon's eyes narrowed. "Insufficient."
"I want to take the life force of another and turn it to my use."
"Greedy," the beast said, still not taking its eyes off the witch, "But I cannot grant this to you."
For her part, Melinaraami was not yet sated, even after the vigorous fucking dealt by the demon. She pressed a finger inside her well used cunt and confirmed her hunger, then she smiled at the beast still bound within the ring of power. Melinaraami sat on the floor and spread herself, lewdly displaying her perfectly hairless pussy between her outstretched and black leather boot clad legs. "Cannot? Or will not?"
It watched her, the expression on its face unreadable. The demon snorted, "Know that I find your flesh quite enjoyable, but your presumption tempts me to end our contract."
The witch licked her black stained lips and inched her ass closer to the glowing markings. "Then we tempt each other. Tell me what I want to know."
The demon sat on its haunches, its huge ebon cock once again ready for the witch. Thick knobs stood out along its sides, eliciting an expectant moan from the witch as she thought about how they would feel when she sheathed him inside her for a fourth time. "Perhaps I will help you, wench, in a way, but only with you on this side of the circle." He rumbled a low laugh, "And mounted properly."
With an air of superiority she likely should not have felt, Melinaraami sat up and moved her chest into the circle while her legs remained outside. "Why should I trust you?" she asked.
In a flash the demon captured her black tinged nipples between his claws, and pinched just shy of drawing blood. Reflexively she pulled back, nearly tearing the skin from the sensitive nubs as the demon held them fast. "It's not about trust," it said. His long snake like tongue moved over the orbs of her breasts, drawing out a moan even as she moved into the circle. Once fully in the circle the demon let go of its painful hold on her nipples and seized her upper arms in an iron grip. He saw the smile on her face as he positioned her ever hungry cunt over his shaft. He ignored it. "It's about use," he said, pulling her roughly onto his huge cock in one swift movement.
He continued to hold her by the arms, lifting her and slamming her down on his cock in a blur. After only a little while, her head snapped back and her mouth popped open. "Ayyyyeehhhhh," she yelled, cumming again. Still the demon continued to fuck her, and she came yet again, and again, impaled on the demon's cock and screaming in orgasm. Outside the hut, birds took flight, the beating of their wings momentarily drowning out the cries of the elven witch-slut inside.
After long minutes of pleasuring and abusing her, she saw the demon's penis-tipped appendages once again sprout from its body as it neared release. One of them buried itself in her ass, stroking through her flesh against the much larger counterpart pummeling her pussy. Others wrapped themselves around the pale orbs of her breasts, squeezing them together around yet another that stood ready to fuck her cleavage. As another neared her mouth and readied to fill it, she blurted out, "Tell me!"
Finally the demon howled in release. Its huge cock pumped the elf-witch full of its hot seed even as the smaller cocks in her mouth, ass, and between her breasts pumped more of its spend onto and into her body. Unable to move more than the muscles engaged with the demon's pricks, Melinaraami came one final time as her body was literally flooded with the essence of the beast. Firmly lodged in her womb, deep in her ass and down her throat, the demon came in her, on her, and all over her face. The overwhelming obscenity of it all pushed her peak higher, and her vision dimmed.
Just as she was about to black out, the demon whispered to her. For several more moments the beast filled her and covered her, then, growing weary of the mortal plane at last, it withdrew from her and faded back across the barrier, leaving the exhausted witch alone and dripping on the floor of the hut.
All to herself once more, the beautiful elf witch with the long black hair, black tinged lips and indigo shaded eyelids removed herself from the circle and traced the outlines of the glyphs to seal the portal. Sated at last and with a smile on her lips, she fell into a heap on the dusty floor and passed straight into sleep, the demon's seed cooling and drying into a perverted second skin that covered most of her body.
Melinaraami had traveled for three days to reach the castle ruins that lay before her. At one time it had been a magnificent structure; an ancient painting of it hung in her hut, depicting its glory days long ago. Even now the size of it was impressive. Built upon a place of power and rumored to be haunted, no one lived within a league of it. Perhaps it was haunted, but it was definitely not deserted. And it was for that reason that the black witch found herself there.
She checked the sun and estimated she had an hour before sunset. An hour to get into the ruins, find the object of this odd quest and put her plans into motion, such as they were. She whirled her black silk dress around her, its gold and blood red accents shimmering in late afternoon light, then she cautiously entered through a break in the massive walls.
From the painting she knew where to locate the shrine. Her face twisted into a devilish grin as she thought there could be no better place for a vampire to be than in a once holy place. Her shoes clicked on the stone floors as she made her way through passages, gaps in the walls appearing here and there as she descended. The sound of dripping water coupled with the faint sound of a breeze as the only noises aside from her steps. With uncanny accuracy, the elf witch moved through the decayed building, making no wrong turns and proceeding directly to an entrance to the shrine itself.
The outside light finally having faded, she spoke a few syllables of power and the area around her lit up with witch-light. She ran her hands over the smooth stones, seeking to find any trace of protective magics. Her senses revealed no glyphs, no sigils, no wards. Melinaraami was a bit surprised at this, given that the expected denizen of the shrine could only defend itself during the night. Perhaps this indicated a certain confidence, a certain power, but she moved through the entrance and into the shrine without thinking on it further.
Her sense of location was excellent, and before her stood a low, flat altar of the purest white stone. The stone was tinged with brownish traces, dried blood no doubt. But if the blood had not defiled the altar then the supine creature upon it surely did. It had the shape of a huge man, one that had stood perhaps nearly seven feet. The creature was dressed in a pair of dark boots, black pants and a black cloak. Its lower arms, hands and face were the only skin visible, and they were even more pale than those of the witch that looked on it now. The nails on its hands were perfectly shaped, with identical lengths to all of them. There was no indication that it was breathing. Unable to stop herself, Melinaraami moved to the altar and stood over the vampire, amazed at his beauty in spite of herself.
Certain now that she was in exactly the correct place, the dark witch moved several feet from the altar and dropped a small bag to the floor. From it she withdrew five candles, a vial, and a bottle. She set the candles, each a different color, down on the floor around the altar. With a word she lit them all at once. Removing the top from the bottle she went about tracing her spells on the floor and around the candles by dipping her index finger into the golden liquid and using it as a brush.
First to take shape was a pentagon connecting the candles. If one were to measure, the angles would have proven perfect. Arcane symbols of power were then placed inside the lines, a complex pattern of interwoven signs selected for specific purposes. In this case, to repel as well as to contain. Melinaraami did not know with certainty that there were no other vampires in the ruins, but she did not want to be disturbed if there were.
She removed her shoes, checked her work, then jumped over the pentagon and landed next to the altar. Closing her eyes, she began to chant the oral part of the spell, weaving her own will and power into the runes painted on the floor. The golden liquid gave the appearance of hardening over, and then it began to glow, growing in brightness until it was brighter than the candles.
Her internal clock told her she had only minutes before sunset. She removed her dress, laying it below the altar, and climbed on to the altar astride the huge undead being that lay there. Holding the vial in her teeth, she unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down, their owner still unmoving. Melinaraami's breath caught as she spied the largest human, or at least one time human, cock she had ever seen. She hefted it, noting it was the same temperature as the altar touching her knees and toes. She planted her rapidly wetting pussy onto that equine shaft and readied herself for his awakening.
Once again, her timing was perfect, and less than a minute later the creatures eyelids snapped open. For a moment nothing appeared to be behind those eyes, but then recognition showed and the eyes narrowed. A second later its pale brows furrowed and it seized her arms with an iron grip.
"Why have you trapped me here?" said a deep male voice.
"I needed to keep you here. I am Melinaraami, elven sorceress and—"
"I know who and what you are, witch. Answer so that I may have no questions on my mind when I drink my fill of your essence."
Melinaraami felt the huge shaft beginning to harden, but it did not distract her. "Obviously, I have a purpose for being here that does not include suicide," she said.
The massive arms pulled her forward, and his cool cockhead nestled at her opening. His eyes looked through her, no pupils evident in the black pools she saw. His expression became one of the purest lust as he placed his hands on her hips and thrust her firmly onto his solid prick. "Purpose," he laughed, "There is no purpose. Only the curse of the hunger." He pumped her on his cock, eliciting a moan from the delightfully impaled witch. "Now, speak before I lose my mind to the hunger brought on by the," he forced her legs apart and brought her down deeply on his shaft, "Mmmmm, by the female flesh and blood you have delivered to me."
Quickly, Melinaraami drank the contents of the vial and cast it away from her. It impacted the invisible barrier formed by the pentagon and vanished in a burst of sparks. "And what would you be willing to give if the hunger could be eased...to completion? Lord Varan?"
"I am not surprised you know my name. Mmmm, you do feel wonderful, elf. But the curse upon me is to always hunger and never to be gratified. All vampires feed on blood, but there is never enough to satisfy for any length of time. But worse, as you seem to know, is that I could, and absolutely will, fuck you to within an inch or your life without ever being able to finish myself. That, more than anything, may be what drives us to madness."
Then the vampire, once Lord of the entire Northlands, moved her up and down on his shaft like a ragdoll, not stopping until he felt her clench around him and her breath seize in her lungs. Then he held her tightly to his groin and pulled her tiny body to his. "At first all I feel is desire. But then, then it will change." He pushed her upright, "And then I will have you." A twisted grin came over his face; he felt no qualms about sharing his plight with the lovely elf, for curse or no curse, he felt certain she would not survive the encounter. None of the other adventurous types who had disturbed his suffering had been able to resist his charms for long.
Melinaraami placed her hands on his massive chest and undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing the shirt and the cloak aside before pressing her bare breasts to his chest. "I have an offer you would very much like to hear, Lord Varan." She started to ride him, the room temperature nature of his prick not dampening her ardor in the least. He nodded, but did not speak.
"The potion I just drank will allow you to regain that part of your humanity for a short time."
The vampire scowled skeptically, "What do you mean?"
The witch-slut continued to ride the undead Lord as she spoke. "A combination of my blood," she seductively ran her hand over her neck and down to her breasts, "And the right word of power, will bring you a full and glorious climax." She stilled and squeezed her pussy around his massive shaft. "Mmmm, how long has it been?"
The hunger burned in the vampire's eyes. "Over two hundred years. What you offer is enticing, of course. But no doubt you ask a price for this word."
"True," the witch said, "There is a price, but only I can make the spell work. Killing me will not help you."
The hunger consumed him. "Speak the price so we may be done with this," he grunted as she resumed fucking him.
"I need your semen."
Varan grasped her hips and held her down on his cock. "If you can deliver on your promise, there is no doubt you will have it. What else? What is it you seek?"
"I seek the power to take another's life and turn the power to my use."
Lord Varan hissed at her and bared his teeth. "You must know I cannot give you the power to make vampires such as I am—we are not the nosferatu lords. We have only been touched by their power, only able to create only weak and mindless thralls when we raise our prey to serve." Though knowing no climax was forthcoming, he moaned at the pleasure the elven witch brought him as she continued to ride his member with professional prowess. A sudden thought intrigued him, he said "But you must know this, so what you ask for is something else, then... what exactly do you have in mind?"
Melinaraami halted, then squirmed on his prick, teasing the already long-suffering vampire with a delectable torment. "We may speak of it later. And if you agree, I will see to it you are able to cum not once, but three times this day."
Varan lifted her up, then plunged her back down, holding her fully impaled on his rigid shaft. "Very well slut. I agree. And if you do not deliver, you will not live to see morning." Varan released her hips, licking his lips as his vampire sight traced the warm lines of the rich, pulsing veins beneath the skin of the elf-witch. Surely the witch was mad, for though he had been no mage in life Varan could see no other explanation for her actions.
The elf-witch with the painted eyelids and stained lips immediately resumed riding the white horse of his prick. "Then our bargain is concluded. You will deliver your seed to me three times in the manner and at the time of my choosing."
"Mmmm," the vampire growled, "Very well. But if it is all the same to you I should very much like to make the first delivery as soon as possible. It has, after all, been a very long time."
The witch shifted her knees so that he could better lead their coital dance. He took her cue at once and began fucking her with long rapid strokes of his massive organ. Melinaraami could tell she was only moments from her next orgasm. She pulled his head up as he drove into her, "Now," she panted, "Sip of my blood."
Though she could not see the glee on his face, she did feel his lips touch her neck. Soft as a caress, as demanding as the cock splitting her nether lips, his mouth settled on her neck. Just as she felt the first pinch of his fangs, she uttered the word.
His teeth penetrated her neck and she exploded in the ecstasy promised to all who feed the vampire. Her blood, tinged with some unknown chemical and bearing an unidentifiable taste, entered his system and at once caused a sensational reaction. Delicious—she was so delicious! The warm elven blood, laced with her carefully brewed potion, slid down his throat like a spicy-sweet elixir of life, warmth radiating out from his stomach to travel up and down his spine. Lord Varan's eyes flew open as he felt a surge in his loins; the heat spreading there and working its magic. A long dormant feeling came over him and he bucked his hips rapidly as he felt his cock swell in anticipation of a long denied climax. As his muscles tightened and his cock began to pulse and fill her womb, he reflexively pulled still more from her neck as his moan of long-denied ecstasy was muffled against her throat. As he regained his thoughts he vowed he would see out her offer and not drain her just yet—the fact that she could overcome the curse even once gave him hope that perhaps there was truth in her offer, after all.
Still on her feeding induced high, Melinaraami felt the total queerness of the moment as the tepid spend of the vampire was pumped into her pussy. The debauchery of it all sent her orgasm still higher, and she clutched the vampire to her neck as he fucked her through their mutual climax. Then she turned her head to kiss his bloody mouth as he released his hold of her, the metallic taste of her blood laced with that of the herbal brew she had quaffed earlier to prepare herself.
Varan withdrew from her almost completely a short time later, and sank back onto the cool stone altar with just the tip of his shaft inside her. For a moment his flesh did not appear as wan as it had only just before. Melinaraami felt the tinglings of a power she had not known before, and noted the ancient liege between her thighs appeared a bit older. She smiled broadly, partly in sexual satisfaction, and partly because she knew her demon patron had spoken truly.
Melinaraami sat up on the vampire Lord, sinking down on him once again and enjoying a feeling of deepest penetration. She fluttered her pussy muscles and noted with pleasure that he was still as hard as ever. "I have never done this with a vampire," she said. "Do you need a moment?"
Varan shook his head. "No, I do not require rest. Though that was more wonderful than I remembered, the hunger returns, and I would have you again." The huge vampire lifted her legs up and spun her around, keeping her impaled on his cock. He lifted her up and rose from the defiled altar, standing next to it and bending her over. With one large hand between her shoulder blades he pressed her naked breasts down into the cool stone of the altar. His powerful strokes quickly brought her to yet another climax, but the vampire tired not.
The fucking was pleasurable for Varan, but also maddening, as he suspected that despite his first climax he could not possibly cum again. Even knowing that the witch had promised to trip the tightly coiled spring of his manhood twice more this night did not ease his mind at all. Becoming more crazed with each thrust, Melinaraami nearly pushed him too far in her lust filled and selfish pursuit of orgasm after orgasm. Finally, when she thought her battered pussy could deliver her no more pleasure, she panted, "Varan."
The vampire lord did not hear her, or if he did, he gave no indication. Melinaraami found she was wrong about her pussy and she had another climax at the hands of the overly driven vampire. Panting more heavily she yelled, "Varan!"
The vampire yelled in frustration but stopped. He all but screamed at her, "You tempt me to break this bargain! End my hunger!"
"Pull out of me and lay on the altar once more, my Lord."
Grunting his displeasure, Varan withdrew from her suddenly, and Melinaraami's knees nearly buckled as she again took up her own weight. He lay on the dark and stained altar once more, his huge prick glistening with her juices. She straddled his chest and took his soaked member in one hand. His cock throbbed and strained at her touch. She knew he was ready. "And now Lord Varan, you will sate my hunger as I sate yours. Bite me now."
This time the vampire could not reach her pussy, so he settled on her inner thigh as only a skilled lover could. Once again, as she felt the delicate, almost not there pinch of his fangs, she uttered the word. Immediately, before the feeding induced pleasure could induce a climax in her, she took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth and began to frantically and strongly rub three fingers on the spongy underside of his shaft. With practiced ease she squeezed his balls with her other hand, careful not to evoke pain even as she was firm and bold with her grasp.
The result was at once completely expected, on her part, and completely unexpected, on his part—despite what had happened only a few minutes before. Varan howled, the sound muffled by the soft flesh of Melinaraami's inner thigh, as he felt the second climax in as many centuries begin. Sucking with all her might and teasing the spongy part of the massive cock lodged in her mouth, Melinaraami felt Varan's cock swell and swell. No stranger to this act of intimacy, she was taken aback by how much he had swelled as he prepared to flood her mouth and fill her belly. All of this happened in the instant before Varan's teeth and feeding brought on another victims' climax.
Melinaraami was only dimly aware of the sudden and rapid pulsing of the vampire's cock as her orgasm peaked. Then her mouth was full of the vampire's spend and she swallowed greedily, taking all of the dead seed down her gullet and into her belly. Almost of their own accord her hands continued to stroke his shaft and knead his balls as he fed shot after shot into her hungry mouth and filled her belly. Even as the pulses waned she nursed at the shaft in her mouth, only slowing her ministrations when at last he was spent.
Pulling herself away, she said, "And how is the hunger now, my Lord vampire?" Again she noticed he did not appear as pale as before, and there was little doubt Varan was noticeably older, if still unusually handsome, crowned now with silver hair rather than the dark tone it had been before.
The smile that broke on his face wiped away much of the age lines that had just recently formed. She noticed that his cock, which had briefly flagged from its full and ready condition, lurched at her words, once again ready for action.
"I have known many women, Melinaraami, but none as slutty. Not even the bar wenches in the seediest taverns of my county when I ruled as its lord."
The elf-witch wiped the back of her mouth with a hand before she turned away from him and knelt once more astride his hips. Reaching between her legs she grasped his hard and ready manhood and held him straight up. "Mmmm, I am sure that is true," Melinaraami said with a certain pride as she placed her pink rosebud on his slippery prick. "After all, I am the inimitable Melinaraami... what human wench could compare?" And with that she let herself down slowly on his cock with a smirk, not pausing for a moment as he filled her ass with his solid flesh, her warm, silky rectal walls just as well-trained in accepting passionate cocks as her other holes.
After so much fucking and so many climaxes, Melinaraami was only mildly shocked to feel her pleasure rising again as Varan put his hands on her breasts and pulled her back to his lie on his chest. Her legs dangled to either side of the altar, lifeless appendages belonging to Melinaraami, erstwhile witch-queen of the swamp, at the moment just a warm fuck-doll for the vampire Lord. Holding her pinned to his chest he drove into her ass with long slow strokes, drawing out the pleasure on his way to his last promised orgasm. The elf's tight anus flexed subtly with every pump in and out that he made, the seemingly tiny hole accepting his hefty shaft with ease.
Awash with delectably sluttish sensations and just a moment from cumming, Melinaraami said, "Bite me now, Varan."
"No," came the reply. "Not just yet."
Varan changed strokes, fucking her ass with quick short jabs and readily driving her into and through her next climax, her pulse racing as she once more quivered all over with pleasure, her ass tightening on her undead lover's mighty shaft. Breath catching in her lungs, she vaguely wondered when, or if, he would tire. There was every possibility that he would simply fuck her until she was no longer of use to him. When she tried to move her legs to the altar he thrust them away, then went back to holding her tightly and fucking her senseless. "Varan, bite me and cum inside me once more."
Varan growled, Melinaraami smiled, her expression hidden to him. "Varan, fill me up, cum inside me. I beg you, bite me and fill me again!" Her breathing was labored, but her words had done the trick. Melinaraami felt Varan's too soft lips on her neck. Felt them spread and his teeth settle on her flesh. When she felt their subtle entry, she spoke the word. Reaction was immediate. For the third time the vampire's huge cock swelled to its largest size, stretching her ass even more as she exploded in orgasm along with him.
The clenching of her sphincter preceded the the pumping of his cock with perfect timing—her ass relaxed, his cock pumped. She clenched, he readied. She relaxed, he pumped. On went the dance for several more times, both Melinaraami and Varan giving themselves completely to the pleasure of the last peak between them. Melinaraami felt the cool spend filling her bowel as Varan reveled in the delightfully warm embrace of her nether opening until she had milked the last of his seed out of him.
After his climax was through with him, Varan let go of the elf-witch and put his hands under his head. Melinaraami rose up, then stood on the alter over him, straddling his hips as some of his spend started to leak down her legs. She noticed his cock was softening. He appeared relaxed, calm. Vulnerable.
Standing gloriously nude, Melinaraami quickly extended both hands toward the prostate vampire and spoke a series of arcane words so quickly that she had finished by the time Varan's eyes opened. He looked at her in horror. Tendrils of essence formed near his body and flowed to her fingertips. The vampire hisssed at her, a malevolent sound of hatred and anger, but he could not move. Melinaraami appeared to take on a dim green aura as the tendrils thickened and surrounded her.
Lord Varan began to age by the second as the force that animated his undead being left him and flowed into the dark witch. His back arched, his feet twisted up and cracked under the tension. His face twisted in pain, Lord Varan of the Northlands died for the second and last time.
Melinaraami rubbed her glowing hands over her glowing breasts and along her sides. "I was content to leave you an old man," she said. She spit down into the dust and bones beneath her on the altar, "But no one makes me ask twice."
Dismounting the altar, Melinaraami had now added Soul-Stealer to her long list of nefarious titles. Helplessly grinning with triumph, relief, and a rare sense of complete sexual satiation, the elf-witch disarmed her wards, donned her dress, and prepared to explore the rest of the castle—quite possibly, some of Varan's retinue lay under the same curse as their lord; they would be perfect practice targets for her new ability. Descending into the catacombs, Melinaraami smiled even a bit wider. For the witch it was a good night, indeed.
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