The Necromancer's Daughter (open to felidae36 and VampLestat only)

[VampLestat]

James Storm stood in the center of his private library, a small but well appointed room lined with books and a variety of other "trinkets". A large fireplace dominated the eastern wall and was flanked on either side by large stained glass windows. A large tapestry hung over an ornate mantel and it seemed to depict several grotesque, other-worldly creatures engaged in unspeakable and perverse acts of sexual depravity with humans, who seemed to revel in these unnatural couplings. At first glance, this scene would not strike the average person as strange except maybe for the unsettling content of the Medieval tapestry . However, upon closer inspection, one would notice immediately the peculiar nature of the leather bond tomes that sat upon the multitude of walnut bookcases. Some, obviously, to provide information and data of a factual nature while others unintelligible because they were penned in a language that would be indiscernible to anyone...anyone that does not possess an in-depth understanding of the dark arts of necromancy that is. For you see, James Storm is no ordinary man, he is one that has spent a life time and a fortune delving into the mysteries of the other side, daring to peer into the darkness across time and space to force all that dwell in those ancient and evil places to give up their dark secrets. Over these countless years (nobody really knows his true age)he has developed both the constitution and the iron discipline of the mind necessary to carry out these endeavors for the sole purpose of accumulating a vast trove of arcane knowledge. He possesses the power and the innate ability to use all of his faculties to bend those dark entities to his will. Now, one would certainly be correct in thinking that in forcing those dark, malevolent beings to carry out tasks and to provide knowledge no human has the right to possess would be sheer madness, but James Storm has a reason for delving into the dark arts and one reason only. His daughter must must be protected at all costs.


The preparations were complete, the protection circle with all the necessary runes had been drawn upon the floor and the cauldron beside him was filled with the substances required to carry out this most dangerous of summonings. Storm understood completely how powerful he had become, but even one of his awesome and terrible abilities just doesn't force the king of demons to appear unless he or she is fully prepared for anything to go wrong and thus be condemned to an eternity of pain and suffering. Iszuzu, worshiped at the dawn of human civilization by the Assyrians, Babylonians and at Jericho was indeed beyond anything Storm had ever attempted. He was not fully confident Izsusu would come but he did now possess an ancient artifact that would help-the sword of Akron. He looked down at his hand and whispered in a language that had not been used in two thousand years. Sweat immediately began to bead on his forehead at the strain of using the power. A faint bluish nebula began to simmer and pop around his hand and then to take shape. The sword was not overly long, but the rune encrusted blade hummed with power. The sword of Akron was his one defense if the circle failed. He knew that if attacked by such a powerful entity, his only hope for survival was the sword and even then he could only hope to wound the demon enough to drive it back to it's plane of existence. He could not die, not yet, not until the necessary preparation where made for Talian and Iszuzu was the first step in that process.


It was time...


He began to speak the ancient and terrible words that would open the portal to the underworld. His large book of spells sat open in front of him inside the circle and he continued to read and chant the incantation, his voice shaking and almost faltering at the magnitude of what he was attempting. Red runes began to appear in the air just outside the circle. Faint at first but continued to get brighter and more defined as Storm continued. This was a good sign because the runes looked to be those of the royal house and found upon Iszuzu's personal crest. It was then that the runes began to merge to form a burning line. The very fabric of time and space began to split open as a large humanoid shape began to step through the portal. It stood before the circle, raised now to it's full height of eight or more feet. It looked roughly human in shape, in that it had arms, legs and a face but that would be where the resemblance to humanity would abruptly end. Small horn-like protrusions thrust menacingly out if it's face and on it's muscular chest and arms at regular intervals. It's skin was blueish-gray and covered with strange rune-like patterns and it's eyes were as black as midnight and could peer into your soul to ascertain that which most terrified you. It was unclothed, it's enormous penis swung grotesquely as it shifted it's weight and crossed it's arms in an inpatient manner as Storm finalized the ritual. But something was wrong...
It's voice boomed like a thunder clap, "what have you done you insignificant insect? Why have you brought me here? Oh child of man, do you not understand the suffering you have brought upon yourself and to every other person you know or have ever known. I will rip you into pieces and cast your soul into oblivion. I will take great pleasure in fucking your females for an eternity before I grant them the peace of the grave. Yes little man, only now do you begin to understand the price of this inexcusable transgression."

"SILENCE!!!"

Storm's voice rang out with the force of a blacksmith's hammer striking an anvil, commanding utter obedience from the thing that now leered menacingly at him. Hate imitated from the demon as a strong, putrid odor began to flow throughout the small library. "You will submit to my will demon, you are bound to do my bidding because you came when I summoned you and because I wield this sword. I will make this most unpleasant for you if you resist me" The demon's eyes narrowed as Storm held the weapon aloft so it could see it clearly. "Where did you get that accursed blade child, I will feast on your flesh and suck the marrow from your bones for possessing that abomination!" With the reflexes of a cat, Storm thrust the blade into the smoldering cauldron beside him in the circle and the demon screamed with earth shattering intensity as it doubled over gripping itself. "As I said, this can be most unpleasant for you and I can make your discomfort last a long long time, now who are you demon, state your name and swear you will always carry out my commands whenever I call upon you." The demon stood again, a terrible smile began to form, exposing sharp rows of jagged teeth. "Do you think yourself the equal of my lord that you could force him to attend you, with your pathetic trinkets and your narrow understanding of our magic, you disgust me little man. You are nothing more than a water filled sack of meat to us, you are a before dinner appetiser at best little human. Your kind is good for nothing but providing my kind with carnal pleasure, and a good snack afterwards." Sweat soaked the richly adorned robe James Storm wore, one he always used in these type of summonings. This was certainly not the average summoning however fore this creature was unlike any other he had encountered. It was smart, very smart and was slowly but surely breaking down his mental defenses so as to force him to make a mistake--a mistake that would cost him and his daughter their lives. Again, the arcane blade penetrated the white flame emanating from the cauldron and again the creature bellowed in pain, a scream filled with hate and a dark lust for revenge. "Tell me your name creature and swear your Fidelity to me by placing your mark in my book of pacts, do it or the pain will continue." The creature had fallen to it's knees, panting heavily and a light sheen of sweat had appeared, making it's skin shinny as the unnatural light from the cauldron reflected off it's smooth skin. " I am called Mythgar." "What is your position at court Mythgar, how do you serve your lord?" Mythgar slowly raised himself to his full height once more, and with a air of unmistakable pride he answered, "I am Supreme Commander of my lord's southern legends, I am also his top military advisor... and I am engaged to his only daughter." "You are indeed powerful Mythgar and you are in an excellent position to help me my friend, and in return I will aid you when you are in need, against your enemies if you understand my meaning?" Yes James Storm, I do understand but know this man-child, I will destroy you if ever the opportunity arises!" "I am under no illusions that you would not move against me if provided with the right chance, so swear fidelity to me Mythgar, burn your mark onto the pages of this tome and I will tell you how you may serve me." Mythgar was tired and his body hurt from the magics of that accursed sword, he was ready to return home. This was no ordinary man he was dealing with. The last time a human dabbling in dark arcane lore had called him from his home over three hundred years ago, he had exacted an immediate and terrible retribution from that pathetic human, but this one was different. Both powerful and driven, what could possible be his motivation Mythgar wondered? Where did his ability come from to use such powerful magics to be able to call someone of his stature to this plane?" He was not sure, he had never dealt with any human like this before, he would have to discuss this with his lord immediately upon returning. The necromancer raised the heavy tome in one hand, "make your mark lord Mythgar and I will repay you well for your services." Mythgar made a quick motion in the air with an extended finger and a large curved dark purplish rune mark appeared on the page of the tome, it was done. "You have chosen wisely Lord General, Storm whispered, now listen well for this is what I command and require from thee. Mythgar, I bind you to the service and protection of my most precious treasure, my daughter Talian. Upon my death, you are to return to this plane of existence to live as a man and to be my daughter's constant companion, ally and protector for as long as she might live. You will permit no one, not of this or any other extra dimensional plane to cause her death. If you permit this, either through inaction or ignorance, your existence will be terminated and you will be cast into the abyss forever!" Mythgar roared with rage, his eyes turning red and the rune tatoos on his body glowed. "You dare bind me to this, do you know what you have done? Do you know what lord Iszuzu will do to me when he finds out I let you do this to me?" You have cursed me necromancer and caused my downfall and I will repay you in kind if ever I can!" "Yes, I know you will Mythgar, you and all of my enemies if and when they can, but it is a price I am willing to pay. I have already lost the love of my life because of my damnable pride in believing I could completely control the forces I could wield, I will not allow my daughter to suffer the same fate!" Yes my dark friend, hubris is my shortcoming and has ruined everything I have striven to achieve. Now I command and adjure thee Mythgar, Supreme Commander of the Southern Legends, leave this plane and return to yours, cause no harm to me or mine...Venite, Venite Submiritillor and remember well our pact, forfeit on it and eternal agony shall be yours!" There was a bright flash of intense light and color and the portal, along with the creature were gone. Storm fell to his knees and pitched forward onto the floor. The strain of the binding caused blood to run from his nose and mouth and before slipping into unconsciousness he smiled and whispered, "I have done it, by the gods I have done it, she is safe."


Talian lay on her bed in her large bedroom located in the west wing of her family's expansive mansion listening to the storm raging outside. Something was strange tonight, there was an electricity in the air, a sense of foreboding she did not like but as usual, she began to think about her father, who had began to act stranger than usual of late. Things had been strained between them every since her mother had passed away unexpectedly and with no explanation. She knew she would leave for good once she turned eighteen, but that was a ways off and there was no use in contemplating the inequities of age at this time so she must busy herself in other ways for the time being...

 

[felidae36]

Talian

Talian cannot sleep. She lay in her huge bed, her small frame seemingly lost in a sea of white linen. She can hear the storm outside her window, but it is nothing in comparison to the one that is raging inside her. Giving up any pretense of sleeping, she raised herself to a sitting position. Her room lies dark: the heavy bedroom furniture merely shadows. Once in a while the darkness gets illuminated when lightning cracked the stormy skies. She took deep breaths, working hard to bring her racing pulse down. She can feel a strangeness in the air, and once again, she knows that her father is dabbling with his magic again. Her senses are heightened, her heart beating a little too fast. With discipline that she had developed through her younger years, she imposed her will on her body, forcing herself to relax and be at peace. As her traitorous heart and pulse went back to normal, she breathed a sigh.

As her body was brought back to control, Talian allowed her mind to wonder, and dispassionately study her current dilemma. As the daughter of a man who has made the study of the dark arts his main purpose in life, Talian had a unique childhood. Although James Storm had kept most of his activities secret from his family, it didn't take much for a precocious child like Talian to wander unnoticed and discover her father's library. She had been fascinated with her find, a trove of arcane treasures filled with dangerous secrets and forbidden knowledge. She had applied herself, soaking information like a sponge, never once questioning why she was able to read texts written in languages long gone from this world. As she grew in years, she came to the conclusion that her father is a powerful man, a being who has mastered the art of necromancy. Pride and fear warred inside her, but she schooled herself never to let him know what she has found out.

To most people, Talian was a charming, intelligent little girl, possessed with a lively sense of curiousity. The servants were used to her strange disappearances in the mansion, only to discover her in some empty room, her head buried in some large volume. Her mother, though loving, was strangely aloof, and her father, busy in his outwordly pursuits, tended to leave her alone. During her 6th birthday, his father had given her a kitten for a pet, and it has become her constant companion. The sight of her sitting by the window, reading, the tiny creature snuggled in her lap became a familiar picture. So it was a great tragedy, when one day in the courtyard, a rabid dog attacked Talian's pet, leaving its little body mangled and lifeless. She was totally heartbroken, her frail body racked with sobs.

The servants buried the dead cat, while Talian mourned her loss. In her young mind, death was the enemy, stealing her dearest companion. A week after the accident, alone in her room, Talian was overcome with her loss, that all she can think of is having her dearest pet back to life. Lost in grief and anger, she felt a tingling in her skin. Her heart began to beat rapidly and her pulse raced. She can feel energy pulsing inside her, as images of the tiny kitten danced in her brain. She can feel her chest constrict, her body warm. Power surged in her being, crackling the air. Talian, frightened, forced herself to stop. She dried her tears and went to bed. When she woke up the next day, the first thing she saw made her give out a blood-curling scream. As servants raced to her room, she can only stare in confusion at the corpse of her pet lying on her bedroom floor, its body already decomposing. Nobody can explain how it got to her room, but Talian's quick mind remember the previous night's event. Had she unwittingly called her dead pet back to life? She had never told anyone her suspicions but vowed to find out on her own.

Through the years, Talian has a nagging suspicion that she might be one of those rare individuals that possess magical powers. Not the kind of power that one get from chanting spells or using magical objects, but powers that lies deep in a person's soul, latent and natural. She researched hard about such anomalies but the information available is few, even in James Storm's vast library. Still Talian kept her emotions in check, remembering her feelings the night when they rage uncontrolled and the unpleasant result the next day.

Her reverie was disturbed when a loud crack of thunder shook the skies. Talian brought herself to the present. Her eyes are filled with unshed tears for her mother's death, her fear of her potential abominable powers preventing her from truly grieving, frightened at the possibilities. She can feel her youth and her inexperience weighing upon her. Her mother's sudden death and her father's withdrawal bother her. To steer herself away from the danger of her emotions, she resolved to apply logic and reason to find out what really happened to her mother and what is her wily father up to. Satisfied that she has everything in control, she allowed her tired body to drift off to sleep.

 

[VampLestat]

It had been over a year since he had summoned the demon Mythgar and bound him to be his daughter's protector upon his death. Talian was growing more beautiful every day and Storm sensed that she had indeed inherited

power from him. The ability to tap into a natural wellspring of arcane magic deep inside of her. The situation with the kitten was unsettling, she had managed to partly resurrect the tiny animal by simple calling to it, without the use of a spell or any artifacts. Indeed she was powerful and must therefore be trained to use her natural abilities and the training must start before something terrible happened by accident. There was no telling what manner of creature she might call forth, so the training would have to start immediately he thought to himself. He gently rubbed his temples as he closed his eyes and as always, thoughts of his wife drifted into view. He missed her terribly and though she was occasionally overly critical of his desire to understand and unlock ancient arcane lore, he knew she loved him passionately and would have remained by his side forever. Oh how he cursed that awful day and why had he not spent more time ensuring the entrance to his private library was completely hidden and why on earth had she entered when she accidentally discovered the door. He knew he would never know because she was gone. While he could never replace his wife, he did attain one small measure of revenge on the creature that took her from him...


He sat back on the leather sofa, and whispered, "Angel." The lights in the room began to flicker and directly in front of him everything began to warp. A small sliver of light appeared, grew larger and began to take shape. There was a snapping sound and a rush of air, and before him stood a girl. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty years old, had deep red hair that flowed around her delicate face. Her eyes were large, a deep forest green tint that seemed to be able to stare through you. She had large breasts, a small waist and full lips. She stood in front him, outfitted in the clothing the maids of the estate wore, but she was much more than a "hired hand". She stood with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips, and a slight smirk on her face. "Yes my lord, what is your bidding", she spat these words at him like acid. "Why did you do it Angel, you did not have to take her life. She knew nothing of your kind, she was innocent." A slight smile began to creep along her face, "no one who stares into the amulet is innocent master, surely you know this?" Yes, Storm knew this all to well. There had been something there, inside his wife that enabled this creature to use the amulet to create a portal onto this plane. The "Eye of Set", an amulet that legend contended belonged to Nostradamus and gave him the power of foresight, had been lost for many hundred's of years until Storm himself unlocked the secret to it's whereabouts and retrieved it. It was this artifact that his beloved had picked up, a curious trinket to her, not knowing what terrible power it could unleash in the right hands. Storm had felt it's coming, the tearing of of the fabric of time and space, the portal appeared and Angel stepped through and as creatures of the dark are apt to do, she "played" with what she found. Agatha Storm, while somehow able to link with the power of the amulet and thus enabling Angel to manifest on this plane, had no knowledge of necromancy and therefore had no power to stop the vicious onslaught the creature unleashed. It was over before Storm was able to open a portal and transport himself into the library. With all the power of his being, he subdued the creature and bound it magically so he could tend to his wife but it was already too late. "Do not fret my lord", the creature cooed, Angel can make it all better." The beautiful young woman standing in front of him had some similarity in appearance to the creature he had found that horrible day, but in binding her to this plane he forced her to take on human form figuring servitude and living as a human would be the best form of revenge he could take on her. Angel knelt down and positioned herself on her hands and knees, she began to crawl forward. All Storm had wanted from her were answers, but Angel had other plans for this encounter. "I can take you to heights of pleasure you have never experienced, all you have to do is agree to release me. Remove your rune mark and unbind me!" She crawled up to where he sat and began to stroke his legs, her tongue playing along her red lips. Slowly she began to move her hands to his inner thigh inching ever closer toward his crotch. It had been almost two years since he had been with a woman. He had been overcome with grief and guilt, so he buried himself in his work intentionally leaving no time for any other woman, even his own daughter he thought bitterly. Having a beautiful young woman, even if her beauty was an illusion, touch him in this way was intoxicating. He felt the blood rush and his cock began to stiffen. This was all wrong, this thing took that which was most precious to him, but the primal portion of his brain took control. He made his decision in an instant. "So you want to fuck, is that what you desire? You want to taste me and feel me inside you Angel, tell me you fucking want me!" His hand shot out like lighting grabbing the back of her head. He slowly laced his fingers through her hair, grasping a large hand full and forced her head toward his. He thrust his lips over hers, opening his mouth and sucking her tongue onto his own. She purred seductively and began to fumble with the zipper of his slacks. "Stand in front of me master, drive your fucking cock down my throat!" Her words set him on fire with primal lust, forcing him to lose any measure of self control he had left. He quickly stood, unzipped his pants to free his manhood. "Stare into my eyes Angel and tell me what you want to do to please me."

 

[felidae36]

Angel

In the demon world, nothing is hated more than humans who practice necromancy. A being who can summon them from their plane of existence to another realm, and possibly bind them for servitude is considered the vilest of creatures. So when Angel was violently sucked into another plane, and came across a human female holding "The Eye of Set", a powerful amulet that has been fashioned by demon kind but has been lost through the centuries, her first reaction was to destroy. Amazingly enough the woman used no magic against her and she was able to defeat her quickly, her body lifeless in an instant. Too late she realized there was another presence in the room, and before she could perform a counterattack, the powerful words have been spoken and she was stripped of her powers and bound to a human form. Her captor was a tall human, his eyes stricken with grief, an emotion that fascinated her, as she watched tears fall down his cheeks, as he marked her, sealing her captivity.

For a period of time she languished in solitude, unsure of her fate, until she found herself brought back to that massive library where she had experienced defeat. She found her human form interesting, the feminine features, the voluptuous curves, the sexual sensations arousing her own demonic nature. Instinctively, she knew her new Master had summoned her. "Yes my lord, what is your bidding" She heard a voice, anger in the question, "Why did you do it Angel, you did not have to take her life. She knew nothing of your kind, she was innocent." She pondered that question, failing to see the significance. "No one who stares into the amulet is innocent master, surely you know this?"

As she watched the human that had bound her, his eyes staring at her with unspoken hatred, she realized her well-being rested on his goodwill. Calling on all her cunning she spoke out loud, "Do not fret my lord, Angel can make it all better." Watching him closely for his reaction, she continued, "I can take you to heights of pleasure you have never experienced, all you have to do is agree to release me. Remove your rune mark and unbind me!" Hearing no protest, she assumed the submissive position and crawled on her knees towards him. She could see his arousal through his pants, and she felt a deep feminine satisfaction. Without warning, she felt him grab her hair as he rasped out loud, "So you want to fuck, is that what you desire? You want to taste me and feel me inside you Angel, tell me you fucking want me!" She felt his mouth on hers, sucking on her tongue. Sexual heat flared into her. She hurriedly fumbled for his crotch, eager to release his erection. "Stand in front of me master, drive your fucking cock down my throat!" she purred. She could see lust building in his eyes, as he stood up and released his cock from its confines, knowing that she is taking him in her own territory. Demons are sexual animals, and Angel is no exception. Her eyes glittered in triumph, when she heard him say, "Stare into my eyes Angel and tell me what you want to do to please me."

She gazed at him through her green-colored human eyes, "I will do whatever you want, Master. My body is at your disposal, to be used in whatever depraved manner you want. I am your ultimate sex slave, designed only for your pleasure, until the day you are done with me, and release me back to my world" She raised her hand and wrapped it around Storm's cock, as she slowly slide it up and down. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and slowly engulf his erection in her warm, moist cavern. She found an erotic rhythm as her head started to bob up and down, her talented tongue exploring every ridge and vein of his cock. She could hear his raspy breathing, as his hands clutched tightly a fistful of her hair, the pain adding another element of sensation to the sexual play. As her body began to response to the scent of sex in the air, her eyes transformed back to her canary-yellow demon eyes; Sex might be her way to escape this enforced prison, she thought, as she happily serviced James' Storm's cock.

 

[VampLestat]

Should he allow the creature that took his beloved away to bring him such pleasure? He was unsure but the feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of her moist mouth was exhilarating. It had been far too long since he had been touched in this manner and while he felt intense guilt at what was happening, he could not bring himself to stop her ministrations. She was a talented cock-sucker, her full red lips working the underside of his cock bringing him intense pleasure. He watched in amazement as she greedily inhaled the full length of his penis, gently extending her tongue messaging his scrotum while keeping his cock buried in her throat. He watched as she withdrew his dick from her wanton mouth, a long thread of saliva connecting her lips to his erect phallus. He looked down at the creature, past his erect cock and stared into her seductive yellow-tinged eyes which were telling him that she enjoyed what she was doing and that she wanted more, that she could take his full length down her throat easily and that she craved the taste of the pre-cum that coated her lips. "Fuck my face master, I want to taste your seed!" These obscene words fired his imagination and he felt a fire deep in his loins that he had never before known. He was on fire with lust for this creature made flesh by the magics he wielded. She was his and he realized, with much satisfaction, that she would go to any lengths to satisfy his every sexual desire. He stood transfixed as she once again inhaled his cock, inch by inch it disappeared into her eager mouth. He not only saw her lust, but heard it as she loudly sucked on the head of his penis, gently caressing it between her lips before once again forcing him into her throat. He was amazed at her skill and at the heated passion she demonstrated. "Eat my pussy master", he heard her utter as a smile crept expectantly upon beautiful face, "I know you want to taste this young cunt, spread my lips and suck the juices from me, they run freely now, down the inside of my thighs just for you...you make me so wet master." He looked intently into her eyes, she had the face of an ancient fertility goddess of the forest, but spoke like a bitch in heat. It was what she said next that drove him to action, "please!" he heard her growl and he watched as his hands grabbed her shoulders, lifting her and pushing her to the couch he had been sitting on moments before. It was as if he was removed from his own body, like a voyeur peeking through a closet door, he was amazed at his own passion and at the intensity at which he attacked her womanhood. He knelt in front of her, spread her muscular thighs and lowered his head to her exposed vagina. Her odor was intoxicating, strong but sweet, not unlike the scent of a red rose after a strong spring rain. Her labia was swollen in her excitement as she panted directions to him, "spread my pussy wide master, stick your tongue inside me, suck my clit into your mouth, make me cum hard and I will be your slave for all eternity." He did as she instructed, using his index finger and thumb to spread her lips wide as he drove his tongue into her as far as he could. He lapped at her opening like a man who had spent many nights in a scorching desert and finally had discovered water. He watched as she arched her back, her full breasts falling to either side of her rib cage as he caressed and sucked on the tiny bud that extended out from between the moist folds. The driving force of his tongue combined with the sucking action of his lips brought the desired effect, he felt her grab each side of his head, forcing his face deeper between her legs as a piercing scream issued from the depths of her being, "I am cumming!" While it was almost impossible for him to believe, she arched her back even more as her entire body began to quake. A shock wave erupted, starting from her pussy and extending to all areas of her body. She screwed her face up, an expression that looked as if she were in pain, but James Storm knew better. She was in the throws of a powerful orgasm, her hips driving into his face with a force that almost knocked him backwards...and then it subsided. Her hips continued to gently hump his mouth as she loosed the powerful grip her hands had held on each side of his head. She looked at him, her yellow eyes glowing with unholy intensity. She opened her mouth to speak and he immediately noticed the change. Her teeth, which had been perfectly shaped were now long and jagged reminding him of some large predator. She leered at him, extending a forked tongue like that of a serpent. She spoke and her voice had become deep and guttural and resonated throughout the room, you WILL fuck me now master, I need you inside me. I want to fill your seed coat the inside of this virgin cunt!" Her tone, the expression on her face and the deep base of her voice unnerved him, but there was no turning back now, he had to have her no matter the cost. He crawled up her body and positioned the head of pulsing cock at the opening of her moistness and began to push. He heard Angel laugh softly as he buried the entire length of his manhood inside her.

 

[felidae36]

Angel can smell the rising heat of desire in Storm's body as his cock swelled in her mouth. She continued her ministrations, laving his phallus with her tongue, taking it deep in her throat, imploring every skill designed to get the maximum amount of sensations. When she released his cock from her mouth, she looked deep into his eyes, gauging his reaction, as she edged him further with her dirty rhetoric. "Fuck my face master, I want to taste your seed!" The words must have excited him because he became more brutal in his actions, ramming his cock deep in her human throat, causing some pain, while her demonic sensibilities gloried in the violation.

Her own sexual nature aroused by the feel of Storm's rigid cock in her mouth, she hoarsely asked, "I know you want to taste this young cunt, spread my lips and suck the juices from me, they run freely now, down the inside of my thighs just for you...you make me so wet master." Seeing his hesitation, and remembering her position, she added, "please!" With actions that were quick and agile, Storm had positioned her on his couch, spreading her thighs as if she was some feast he is going to enjoy. When he started to lap and suck the juices that were oozing out of her wet cunt, Angel can feel intense pleasure roaring in her veins. Intent on her satisfaction, she heard herself moaning, "spread my pussy wide master, stick your tongue inside me, suck my clit into your mouth, make me cum hard and I will be your slave for all eternity." Prodded by her own words, her master raised the intensity of his attention, sucking harder, as Angel felt her body crested and shattered into a powerful orgasm. The force of her climax was enough for her to regain some of her demon nature, and she can feel a mild but definite transformation in her body. Smiling within herself, she knew she is on her way to freedom.

Raising her head, she looked at James still hovering between her thighs, his face still strained with his passion, and demanded, "you WILL fuck me now master, I need you inside me." She can sense his battle between his mind and his body, as he obviously recognized the physical changes on her and the significance of it. But his body is raging for release, and as if a man in a trance, he positioned his huge manhood into her moist, welcoming opening. With a powerful motion of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her. They both groaned in satisfaction. Storm did not pause a beat and started a rapid thrusting motion, each push stronger than the first. His body was ramming her cunt, as if he was riding a wave of anger, hatred and desire. Angel cackled at these feelings, deriving pleasure twinfold: the physical fucking, and the evil emotions. She can feel her body responding again, knowing that soon she will be release from this human form. Storm was lost in his physical frenzy, as if by pounding this demon, he can release himself of all his guilt over his wife's death. They both rode the crescendo of lust, and as they reached their peak, he felt claws scoring his back, as her cunt muscles clenched his cock in a powerful spams, wrenching his climax out of him. Angel felt another orgasm as Storm's cum spurted deep inside her. In an instant, with a burst of light, she was sucked away from the arms of the necromancer back into her own world, his hoarse cry of release still ringing in her ears.

 

[VampLestat]

The young man stood quietly in the well furnished parlor, his eyes darting around the room exploring the many finery's housed there. He had never been in a house as large as this and while he knew that James Storm had acquired a fortune, he never realized the true extent of that wealth. He had often heard his mother speak about her reclusive and extremely odd ex-lover and that it was in fact a mystery where and how he had amassed such a fortune, but at the end of the day, Steven Bane did not care. His only concern at the moment was how he was going to impress this man enough to guarantee him a place in his household as a member of the immediate family. Even though he had never laid eyes on his father, he knew he looked like him and even acted like him, according to his mother. But being the bastard son did not earn him an immediate welcome and therefore made him nervous about this meeting, but not overly so because with the recent deaths of his parents, and the fact that James Storm was his biological father, he knew the outcome of the meeting before it even took place. He would charm his father, play on the emotions he felt for an ex-lover and then live better than he ever had. A smile played a long his lips as he heard the door to the parlor open. Bane turned and was taken a back, his mouth hung open and he found that his breathing had grown heavy. A young lady stood in front of him, her dark eyes seemed to be looking through him as she sized him up. He felt unsure of himself, which was an emotion he was not used to. Ordinarily he was extremely self confident and found it easy to charm and seduce any woman he wanted, but this one was different. While she was petite in size, she seemed to radiate energy and confidence to the point where he felt he stood in front of a queen. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and he felt himself becoming excited by her presence. That is when it occurred to him, looking at her was almost like looking at himself in a mirror and he realized immediately that he stared at his half-sister, and his lust for her increased as did the size of his manhood. He knew it was wrong to be this sexually excited but the fact that it was taboo and perverse made the situation more electrifying for him. He could not help his emotions but forced himself to calm down. His throat was tight and his lips were dry but he forced himself to speak, "good evening, my name is Steven Bane and I am here to see James Storm, I believe he is expecting me?"

 

[felidae36]

Talian

Talian was on her way to the library, when she spied a male figure in the parlor. They rarely received visitors, and her curiousity was aroused, so she decided to see who it was. Her entrance to the waiting room was quiet, that at first the young man did not hear her, allowing her ample minutes to study him without being aware.

He is tall, nicely built with dark hair. He seemed to be intrigued by his surroundings, as he observed the different items displayed artfully around the room. When he finally turned around, and saw her, her breath caught in her throat. It was liked looking into the past, a youthful, handsome version of her father. There is no doubt in her mind that they are related, but how, she wondered.

Both of them stared at each other, recognizing the familiar features. To Talian’s surprise, she also felt a sudden surge of attraction, a intense physical fascination, as she allowed her eyes to wander all over the young visitor’s tall frame. Her inspection was interrupted when he spoke, "good evening, my name is Steven Bane and I am here to see James Storm, I believe he is expecting me?"

Talian gave him a quiet smile, unsure yet on how to deal with this turn of events. Instead she let politeness guide her, as she extended her hand, and replied, “Talian. I’m sure Father will be down as soon as the servant had informed him that you are here.”

She watched him took her small hand in his grasp, feeling her skin tingle at the contact. Surrendering to impulse, she quickly ask, “How are you related to Father? You looked almost like him.”

 

[VampLestat]

The Meeting

"How am I related to your father?" Bane pondered the question for several seconds, how should he reply to this beautiful creature-tell her the truth or evade the question all together he thought to himself. He decided to gamble, "you have a keen eye for detail, but I would have expected nothing less from my...sister." He saw, with some satisfaction the surprise register on Talian's face and he could not help but smile. "Yes Talian, I am indeed your brother, well half brother to be accurate and I am most pleased to finally meet you in person. I have wanted to for so very long and I hope we can become friends, even good friends if you are willing. We have so much time to catch up on. I know you have questions for me, as I do of you but they will have to wait, I must speak with our father...

"Then your wait is over Steven, why are you here and what do you want?" "Well father, I expected a more cordial greeting, I am family after all." There was a long silence as the two men looked at each other. Talian did not understand why the situation had become so intense, "why are you acting this way father, he is your son. Only a blind man could miss the resemblance, he even stands like you...answer me father. "Talian, there are things you do not know or understand, there are reasons I have not spoken of him, things you would not understand. Bane knew of what Storm was referring to and he smiled to himself. "You see Talian, my mother, our fathers former lover was involved in some less than savory activities and tried to use father for her own personal gain. He was rich, handsome and "talented" in many ways." That is enough Steven, she does not know of that which you speak and I will not tolerate that conversation in my home!" "Yes father, I understand, all I am saying is please do not judge me based on mother's short comings." Storm gazed at the young man and at hearing these words, he knew his son was right. He looked at his daughter and saw in her eyes acceptance as a smile crept along her small mouth. She encouraged him with her eyes to do the same. "Yes my son, indeed you are correct and I do apologize for my rudeness. Please accept my apology, now come, both of you, let us sit down and have lunch together...like a family. As the older man and his daughter turned to leave the room, they did not notice the other's smile. A smile that was not from being happy, but one that was sinister and disdainful.

 

[felidae36]

Talian couldn’t hide the surprise on her face when this tall, handsome stranger who looked so much like her father admitted that he is her brother or half-brother to be exact according to his words. His eager confession that he hoped that they will get along well struck a chord within her, making her realized how alone she had felt ever since her mother had died. Now all of a sudden, she has another member of her family aside from her father.

However, before she can voice a reply to Steven, her father’s voice rang out through the hall. The rude curtness of his tone amazed her, and she tried to intervene, hoping to ease the tension. Still there was a living antagonism between the two men, as more words were spoken. Talian tried to understand what is going on, but her request for explanation was met by sullen refusal by her father and sarcastic taunts from Steven. Still when James’ declared enough, Steven has the grace to concede that he be judged in his own stead, not on his mother’s faults.

Talian’s eyes found her father, and James, somehow seeing something in hers, maybe an eagerness to have another person in her life, finally relented. He grudgingly offered a welcome to the boy, earning him a grateful smile from Talian. As he took her arm, leading them towards the dining hall, she can feel her heart beating in excitement. A brother, she has a brother. The words keep repeating over and over in her head.