Blood Ties

Blood Ties

Byronee stirred under the expanse of the white silk sheet, her body twisting as her dream slipped into the realm of nightmares. The long nails on her fingers transformed into her natural claws and scrabbled at the pillow as small ivory horns forced their way through her mass of ebony hair.

With a start she woke and bolt upright in the bed, the sheet slipping down to her waist. Her pale breasts heaved as she sought to control her breathing. Eyes wide, she held out a hand to look at it. The skin was so pale she almost imagined she could see through it... no not imagined. The sickening tumbling in her stomach was an experience she had last sensed over twenty years ago and hoped she'd never feel again. As her whole body began to fade away she could hear the whisper of her True Name inside her head "Hes'Fd'lla... Hes'Fd'lla". Then she disappeared from the room, the white sheet collapsing flat where her body had been moments earlier. The bed chamber was empty and silent except for the dying echo of Byronee's final scream.

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She felt herself surrounded by the darkness. There was no up, no down - just the sensation of twisting, random movement in the void. Her now extended bat-like wings beat uselessly against the lack of any air resistance. As she tumbled, the voice repeating in her head, increased in volume...

"...Hes'Fd'lla... Hes'Fd'lla!"

After seconds of eternity she felt the slight directional tug that meant the journey would soon be over pulling her in one specific direction, gently at first, then more strongly until she was racing through the blackness. Still the voice inside her became louder,

"...Hes'Fd'lla!!!"

As the voice rose to a screaming intensity, a small white dot appeared in the void ahead of her... a destination. She hurtled towards the spot of light faster and faster as it began to grow in size. Soon the white light was too intense to look at. Closer and brighter, the light seared through her eyelids to the blue irises beneath. She threw her hands in front of her face but the light passed though her hands also. Then she entered the radiance. The voice now unbearable inside her head...

"...HES'FD'LLA!"

Then it was over.

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Byronee was crouching and could feel the flagstones beneath her feet and one knee, rough against her skin. In the room she could hear the rapid, shallow breathing of a single person, their heart racing from exertion. She could also hear the soft spitting of tallow candles around her. Slowly she let her mortal form reassert itself, drawing the indications of her demonic nature back into her body, and removed her hands from her face.

Raising her head she opened her eyes to view her new surroundings... No coven hall this, just a bedroom with the rough hewn furniture pushed back to the walls, and a crude pentagram of salt on the floor with a candle at each point of the star providing the room’s only light... and her prison.

The person in front of her was also not what she had expected. This was no old man dressed in ostentatious robes surrounded by the expected paraphernalia of sorcery. This person was a youth of perhaps mid-twenties, dressed simply in a loose-fitting white shirt and rough trousers. He was barefoot, and a large book was laid open on the floor in front of him. His arms were raised high from the final gestures of the incantation. A drop of the requisite blood dripped from a small cut on his hand. His perspiring face was surrounded by a tousled mop of brown hair as he looked upwards to the ceiling.

She rose to her feet. The five tallow candles cast a flickering orange glow across the pale skin of her naked body, emphasizing her raven-black hair and pubic patch, and dark crimson lips and nipples. Her eyes locked onto those of the man as he lowered his face to view the results of his work.

Her voice was icy cold as she spoke the expected litany, "You have called my True Name. I have heard and been summoned across the planes of existence to this place. What do you want of me?"

The man lowered his arms and shifted the gaze of his brown eyes away from the naked woman in front of him. He crouched on one knee to inspect the magical tome lying on the floor.

Byronee studied him closely and her voice softened, suddenly melodious and warm, "Tonight is not going to be any fun with you out there and me in here... unless you just like looking."

She swept the hair away from her face with both hands and let her arms drop slowly down across her body. Her long nails trailed over her shoulders then down to cup the curve of her breasts. Her thumbs gently teased her areola, causing her nipples to harden. Both hands continued their descent over her stomach, coming to rest at the sides of her dark pubic mound.

His hazel eyes followed her hands with lustful gaze, but he did not move from his crouch on the floor. "I may be young but I'm not foolish enough to release you from the circle without some sort of binding incantation or other protection. My Master would kill me if I let you free, even if you didn't do so first."

"Well then, since you cannot bind me with what you have here... and will not let me out of the circle... I have a suggestion."

"Yes?" his voice was cautious.

"If you return me whence you summoned me, I will give you a night of passion and ecstasy that you will never forget. Apprentices do not have many such opportunities during their training. Yes?"

She was right. The truth of her words showed on his face... and between his legs. She let a delicate smile play on her crimson lips.

"But I told you that I won't release you from the circle. And I'm certainly not going to enter it!"

"There is no need for you to do so." She gestured to a standing mirror next to an armoire "Take that mirror and position with one leg in and one leg out of the circle. Do not be so troubled... I give you an Oath on my True Name this will not release me. And you know that I cannot harm you while I remain confined."

He considered for some moments then came to his decision. He positioned the mirror as she had asked, careful not to break the circle of salt as he did so. Byronee waited patiently for him to compete the task.

She positioned herself next to the mirror so that they could view each of their reflections in the glass. "Look into the mirror... what is your name?"

He fidgeted nervously, "Sebastien."

"Well Sebastien, I am Byronee and this is... let’s call her Imogene."

"Who? Your reflection?"

"Look closely."

She moved her hand to touch the glass. Her reflection followed her move with predictable precision. Then Byronee closed her eyes and muttered softly.

The reflection in the mirror shimmered before his eyes. As Bryonee moved her hand away, the reflection's hand emerged from the silvered surface of the mirror. Bryonee stood still inside the circle, and the reflection was no longer under the control of the physics of light and reflective surfaces. The reflection of Byronee emerged out of the portion of the mirror that was outside the enchanted circle, and stepped into the room.

Sebastien took a step backwards. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and caused him to fall backwards.

Byronee spoke, while her reflection remained silent. "Fear not, Sebastien. She will not harm you ... this is what you wanted, is it not? I give you another version of me to satisfy your desires." 

Slowly pushing himself to an upright position on the edge of the bed, Sebastien composed himself. He was sure in his abilities, even as an apprentice, to dismiss the conjured phantasm if it became necessary. His eyes surveyed the reflection-now-flesh of Imogene. An appropriate name. She was nearly identical to Byronee except for the color of her hair was scarlet. The red tresses cascaded over her breasts, and a similarly hued triangle was at the apex of her thighs. 

Byronee seemed to read his mind. "You would not want to be uncertain as to which was the image and which was real?"

Imogene stepped forwards until she stood directly in front of Sebastien, allowing him to examine her alabaster body for a few seconds before gently reaching down to take his hand. Kneeling on the floor she cradled his hand in both of hers and pulled it to her right breast, letting him feel the pale flesh in his palm and the stiffness of her cinnabar nipple.

Imogene's voice was low and husky as she locked up at him with emerald eyes, "I am yours for this one night. I will not only do anything you desire of me, but I will enjoy doing so. Do not waste this opportunity, for few men are offered it."

The stirring between his legs returned with a vengeance, straining against his trousers. While using her hand to manipulate his fingers to pinch gently at her erect nipple, Imogene reached down with her other hand to unfasten his belt clasp. She reach inside his waistband to grasp his engorged member, and released it from confinement. Imogene leaned forward, tongue moistening her crimson lips. Letting go of his hand she pushed his shirt up.

Sebastien quickly pulled his shirt over his head and flung it aside.

Imogene slowly traced her tongue from the bulbous tip down the full length of his shaft. Arriving at the base, her tongue did not stop as he expected. He felt her soft probing over the surface of his sensitive scrotum, her tongue curving to cup each of his testicles in turn then sliding between them and then underneath his wrinkled flesh. Her tongue withdrew from its ministrations as she leaned forward and surrounded the whole scrotum with her lips, drawing him into her mouth and then continuing to delicately massage his testes with her roaming tongue. She could almost feel the seed inside enter a frenzy to escape.

One of her hands remained on his thigh as her other hand delicately took hold of his hard shaft below the swollen glans between her thumb and forefinger as she continued her tongue work and gentle sucking. She pulled gently back on his foreskin until it was tight then allowed it to return to its natural position, repeating the movement at a deliberate pace, stroking only enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm. She ccasionally pinched his member a little tighter between her fingers to dampen his ardor.

Sebastien could barely endure the intense pleasure emanating from his groin and struggled to reach out and speed his ejaculation, but Imogene’s free hand batted away his. He could only look down at her unmerciful emerald eyes as she teased him in unbearable ecstasy, closer and closer to orgasm.

Her fingers began to stroke his shaft faster as she pushed with her tongue more urgently into his delicate and tender scrotal sac, bringing him to his point of no return. Sensing that the moment was near, she applied a final surge of suction and slipped his saliva-coated scrotum from her mouth. As she pulled down on his shaft a final time, keeping the skin taut to reveal the glans, she opened her mouth and nestled the head of Sebastien’s member onto her tongue.

At long last he discharged his thick fluid over her tongue and into her open mouth. His whole body jerked in time to his exhausted grunts as he watched his seed spurt into Imogene’s mouth. Her rapture at tasting him was evident in her fevered eyes and the flush across her pale chest. As his spasms finally subsided Imogene let her lips close over his glans and he felt her suck the last drop of his semen from the slit. She lifted her lips from his tip and swallowed her mouth’s contents.

Imogene’s voice was husky with desire, "The first of many pleasures you will enjoy this night."

She moved forward, crawling her way up Sebastien’s body until her face was inches from his, her hands now holding his arms at his sides. She let her lips brush his as she kissed a line gently across his cheek and down to the side of his neck. Her hair fell across his face as she did so, compelling him to inhale an intoxicating aroma. The warm scent filled his lungs and spread throughout his body, revitalising the spent muscles and sinews while sensitising his skin to the slightest touch. He felt her lips on his neck give way to small bites from her teeth as she playfully extended her incisors, nipping the skin above his collarbone. With each touch of her mouth on his throat he felt his erection twitch and begin to stiffen again on the pale flesh of her thigh.

Over her shoulder his gaze met Byronee’s fervoured stare as she watched the couple from within her sorcerous confinement. Her body tensed a little as amoral thoughts of passion swirled throughout her demonic mind. She was kneeling, her right hand trapped tightly between her pale thighs and rotating deliberately as she pleasured herself. In response to his gaze, she leaned back and placed one hand on the floor behind her. She parted her knees so that he could watch her use one finger to gently manipulate the small bud of her clitoris. Then she slid her  fingers down the length of her flushed lips, separating them to reveal the moist pink inner folds. As she increased her rhythm, her breathing became more rapid and shallow, each breath joined by a small gasp of passion, steadily becoming louder as her body came ever closer to the rapture of orgasm.

As Byronee climaxed she threw back her head sending her long hair cascading through the air. Crying out in ecstasy, her small ivory horns pushed up through her ebony mane. Her incisors extended and retracted in time with the contractions of her vagina grasping the two fingers she held in her tight channel during the moment of deliverance. The juices from her intense orgasm ran down over her hand and pale thighs, and dribbled on the rough stone floor.

The sight of Byronee in orgasm brought Sebastien back to full erection, a state Imogene was fully aware of as she felt his hot shaft press against her thigh. The bulbous head pushed against the red hairs of her mound. Releasing his neck from the embrace of her lips, she rose up and let her pale breasts rub against his face. She grinned at the sensation of his tongue instinctively protruding to lick at her stiff nipples.

Imogene used her left hand to grasp his shaft and rub the glans purposefully along the length of her labia and back to her entrance before abruptly pushing her hips onto him, burying his thick shaft inside her. The sensation of pleasure as she did so caused her to arch back in ecstasy. She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through her read hair. Her head tilted back, and her eyes closed, as her lips parted to emit a low moan of satisfaction. She rose a few inches from his lap before lowering herself, taking his manhood fully inside her again. Her eyes remained shut, savoring the sensation of him inside her. 

Opening her eyes, Imogene held onto his shoulders to steady herself while she leaned to her left and pulled her right leg out from under her to wrap it around his back, followed by her left leg. She smiled approvingly as his hands moved to her buttocks and he spread his legs to allow her to slip down his shaft before he pulled her onto him. Again he let her fall away from him, then pulled her back  onto his erection, and again. 

Imogene's gasps of pleasure and sheen of perspiration revealed the hunger between her legs as repeatedly his shaft thrust inside her. With a slight change in the position of his hands to the small of her back, he gave her support to release his shoulders and arch backwards to heighten the sensations she felt. Sebastien was feeling the familiar tension build within him as he continued to let Imogene slip down his shaft before he buried himself back inside her by pulling her back onto him.

After the next lunge, he held her close while she writhed her hips to heighten their pleasure. He felt their pubic hair grind together, as his pelvis pressed against her engorged clitoris. Before the sensations could overtake his control, he leaned forward and forced the muscles of his thighs to work. His hands held Imogene tightly at the small of her back as he stood up, lifting the demon as he did so.

Imogene’s arms fell around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips. Her breasts pushed hard against his chest while he kicked off his fallen trousers and moved towards the nearby wall until Imogene felt herself pushed against the stonework. She writhed in ecstasy on Sebastien’s shaft shifting deep within her. With the extra support offered by the stone he started to thrust into her again, and his penetration returned the sexual euphoria to both their bodies.

Imogene started to lose control as her long nails clawed at his back and shoulders, ivory horns forcing their way up through her disarrayed hair to reveal her demonic vitality. Emerald fire glowed in her eyes as she neared her moment of orgasmic release. As he felt his strength finally begin to wane he steadied his stance a little to allow him more purchase on the stone flags. His feet knocked over some bric-a-brac on the floor. Resuming a steady rhythm, he pushed his shaft deep into Imogene as she continued to squirm in pleasure at his forceful invasion of her stretched passage. 

Quickening the pace, he heard her breaths become more laboured. Her gasps matched the soft grunts he uttered each time he entered her. He thrust one last time and pressed her against the wall with the weight of his body as he felt the orgasm boil through him. His hard cock twitched several times, forcing his essence deep inside her. With the sensation of his hot seed spurting inside her, Imogene felt her own release and cried out. Her clawed nails dug into his back, and her vagina fibrillated the length of his shaft, adding to the explosive sensations both were experiencing. 

Eventually their bodies returned to their respective plateaus from the peak. After a moment to regain some semblance of physical composure, Sebastien stepped backwards a pace and let her legs unwind from around his hips and slide down to the floor as his penis and slipped from within her. He felt a trickle of blood seep down his back that reminded him of the pleasure he’d experienced. He looked at her face, radiant from her exertions. Her emerald eyes glanced down to look at the floor behind him, a small smile at the edge of her mouth. He looked down to see what it was she found so...

The candle lying on the floor, knocked from its small silver saucer by his clumsiness, spat and spluttered into darkness, twin curls of smoke spiraling gently towards the ceiling from its snuffed wick. Beside the extinguished ward a pale foot stepped into his vision. His eyes moved up the ivory skin of the attached leg, over the bare waist and past the breasts, to gaze into the unforgiving, blue eyes of the liberated Byronee.

Her wings snapped out across the room, blowing out the remaining candles. Her face was visible in the shaft of moonlight slipping in through the high window, and her expression was thunder and storm, clouding diabolic beauty. A tongue slipped from between crimson lips and over her now visible extended canines.

Byronee's voice dripped chilled water down his spine "I am free... so now what shall we do?" The icewater melted as the honeyed warmth returned to her lips, the malice in her blue eyes replaced by lascivious mischief.

Sebastien jumped as he felt the soft stroke of a finger on his back, sliding along the line of his tender scratches. Nervously turning back, his gaze met Imogene’s green eyes as she lifted her finger from his back and brought the sanguine tip to her mouth. Sliding it between her lips, she sucked his blood from the tip. Leaving her finger between her teeth, she smiled broadly at the fearful look on his face.

He turned back to see Byronee take a step closer, and was caught between Imogene’s devilish grin and Byronee’s blue eyes. He saw the two seem to communicate an unspoken message and felt Imogene lay her hands on his shoulders and gently apply pressure, guiding him to kneel in front of Byronee. She spread her legs a little as Imogene gently pushed his head towards the dark triangle between them, her hair still moist from the earlier self-ministrations.

The aroma caused the lust to return to his body as he submissively extended his tongue and began to lap at the open flesh visible below her pubic thatch. Delicately, he parted her sensitive labia with his tongue, separating her delicate suffused lips to reach the nectar within. Exploring further with his tongue, he searched out the small bud at the juncture of Byronee’s labia and began to probe gently at the erect nub as she moaned her satisfied approval from above.

Imogene released his shoulders, confident that he would proceed of his own volition to pleasure the raven-haired beauty. She leaned over him to press her mouth to Byronee’s, her tongue slipping between her lips, mirroring Sebastien’s devotions below. Byronee slid one hand into Sebastien’s hair and pulled his head and mouth against her. Her other hand slid into Imogene's hair and roughly kissed Imogene.

Imogene replied by moving her hands to cup Byronee's breasts and squeeze the pliant flesh, occasionally running her long clawed nails over the sensitive crimson areola at its tip. She continued the deep kiss, both tongues probing, thrusting and wrestling inside the union of their mouths, as a third mouth sucked at Byronee’s clitoris.

Byronee felt the unmistakable pressure of orgasm building as she was stimulated by both lovers. Her extended wings began to thrash at the air as her body sought its fervoured release. She removed her hand from Imogene's read hair and clutched Imogene’s hand on her breast, pushing the clawed nails against her erect nipple. A bolt of pleasure jumped from breast to clitoris as Byronee held Sebastien’s head to her crotch, and humped against his eager lips and tongue. Sebastien reached his hands around to grasp Byronee’s buttocks for more control over his aim as her crotch writhed against his mouth.

With a final kiss from Imogene, their lips parted with a strand of saliva that dribbled down her chin. Byronee felt the red-haired demon’s hands aggressively squeezing her nails into her breasts. The sensation spread down her belly, over her tormentedly clitoris, and finally into her vaginal passage, exploding inside her brain in a soundless red color of orgasmic euphoria. Byronee pulled back Sebastien’s head as she crumpled to her knees, and clamped her mouth on his neck, canines extended. She punctured his flesh, and her orgasmic pleasure flowed through the wound into him as she sucked his carmine fluid into her mouth. She felt her own flesh penetrated at the shoulder as Imogene’s fangs bit into her to taste the rapture through Byronee’s fiercely pumping blood. Her pleasure now shared amongst the three... intensified and multiplied as it coursed into each of them.

Eventually the sensations subsided within each of their exhausted and satiated bodies. After sharing the afterglow of their passions, they slipped from each other's grasp, breathing heavily from their exertions.

Byronee lifted her head and stared into the lust-filled and frightened eyes of her captor, "I believe we have some... bargaining to complete?"

Sebastien’s eyes flicked nervously around the room and towards the door as he felt his heart pound inside his chest... this time not from arousal or the recent physical exertion. There was no chance of escape past Byronee, and her flame-haired image now stood by the only exit from the small room. Imogene was silent yet alert, with perspiration still glistening on her naked skin. He rubbed his hand nervously over the fresh wound on his neck, staining the tips of his fingers with the blood seeping from the small punctures. His final fate, he knew, was all but sealed... a final night of pleasure was his conclusive reward for believing he was strong enough to summon a fully fledged demon of passion.

"I want the book. Give it to me, and I shall leave you unharmed."

"Anything. Yes. Have it, and leave as... you... Why don’t... you... just take it? The clasp! You can’t touch it until I remove the clasp!" His voice betrayed relief and excitement as he realised he had one more card left to play... and the card was a major arcana. "If you leave without the book, my master or I could simply call you again, and bind you to his will."

"Not simply. But I would rather not take the chance."

His mind raced, his eyes unfocused, yet his words were measured and slow, "If I give you the book, I will have to flee this place... I’ll have nobody to teach me, nowhere to stay, nothing."

"You will still have your life."

"Which I obviously want to keep, yes. But you really want that book. So I think I’ll need... something more."

"Name your offer and I shall consider it."

"First a question. Answer truthfully on your Oath."

Byronee nodded her assent.

"Using the book, is it possible for you make Imogene permanently exist on this plane?"

She paused and seemed to be thinking before she answered, "I swear on my True Name... that with your help, I may do so."

"Then she can remain with me, and teach me, help me. This will be our contract... I shall remove the clasp that protects the book from your touch. And in return you shall conduct a ceremony to make Imogene stay on this plane permanently. And afterwards, you shall perform a binding ritual... "

Byronee’s face stiffened at his words, her eyes becoming cold.

"...so that she will not harm me. It is, after all, only this reflection that I wish to remain with me, not yourself."

"And this is your final offer?"

His eager eyes danced swiftly to where Imogene stood, a smile now adorning her lips, then he looked back to Byronee. "Oh yes, I’m sure." 

Byronee nodded, "The Contract Is Agreed." 

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A full six week’s travel back to Byronee’s mansion, and then two week’s preparation, and eight hours of conjuration and ritual was nearing it’s climax. 

Byronee lifted her finger from the mirror. Her reflection shimmered, and Imogene stepped from the enchanted glass.

Sebastien slid a sharp ceremonial blade against the edge of his hand to offer his blood for the binding ritual. This would release enough of his life energy into Byronee’s control, to bind Imogene to him. He reverently handed the blade over to the flame-haired vision, the edge smeared with his lifeblood.

Byronee nodded, and gestured to Imogene.

Taking the dagger from him, Imogene ran her tongue gingerly along its edge, tasting his sanguine acquiescence to the contract. Then she wrapped her fingers around the grip. Suddenly, with a brutal grace, Imogene plunged the tip of the ceremonial dagger into the mirror. The surface was not glass, and did not shatter. Instead, the rippling reflection in the mirror splintered into inter-dimensional shards beneath the ritual penetration of the planar link. The invisible cord that connected Imogene to the netherworld beyond the mirror was severed.

Sebastien allowed himself a small smile of relief as he could feel the magic of Imogene's link with the other plan break, and a magical cord from him began to reach out towards Imogene... and then curve toward the mirror. No... No! His link connected with the glittering nether shards in the mirror and the cracks and splinters mended, forming a rippling reflection again. Something was wrong, something had failed! He tried to shout out to Byronee, to ask... to call... to plead for her help, but no sound emerged as his body faded into translucency and he felt himself sliding into darkness.

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 Byronee sat naked at an ornate dresser, running a silver brush through her long hair, letting the stiff bristles rasp gently across her skin with each stroke. Through the open door, sound of boots echoed on the stone flagged floor of the corridor and announced Imogene's entrance. She wore a long azure cloak, clasped at the neck with a golden heart brooch, over a frilled white shirt and snug riding breeches.

Byronee asked, "Are you leaving so soon ? It has only been three weeks."

Imogene nodded. "I think it is for the best. I cannot rely on you forever... even you brought me here. You have enabled me to remain here, rather than returning to the Abyssal Domains. Now I have to make my own life on this mortal plane of existence, as you have."

"Stay a little longer, for Sebastien’s sake if not my own. I do not think he really understands yet, and I could not have performed the ceremony without him."

Imogene smiled, "You are right, I owe him my gratitude for that at least. I should speak to him. Can you...?"

"Of course."

Byronee turned to face the mirror on the dresser and spoke softly, "Sebastien, my sister wishes to speak with you."

Sebastien’s fearful wide eyes stared back at her from the silver surface of the mirror. His head mutely nodded his understanding from behind her reflection, and he listened...

The End

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