Message-ID: <11678eli$9805272320@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: inkubus@shima.demon.co.uk (Inkubus) Subject: NEW STORY: "Blood Ties" (MFF (demon), cons, v.mild pain, goth) - please comment Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <896315206.28599.0.nnrp-02.9e98e3cf@news.demon.co.uk> YE STANDARD DISCLAIMER This story contains acts of an explicit sexual nature which are described in pretty graphic detail. You should not read this story if you are not considered an adult by law in your country ('cos I'm not taking any responsibility if you do). No resemblance to any persons or demonic entities is intended or implied (though if you infer it that's up to you). You can distribute freely, 'cos I wrote it, as long as you don't sell it ... Oh yeah, and include this bit, eh ? Content: MFF (demon), v.mild pain, goth This is only my second story (a follow-up to "Last Night Together", my first), so any _constructive_ comments or criticism is welcomed (inkubus@shima.demon.co.uk or on the appropriate newsgroup) Enjoy, Inkubus };-> 'Blood Ties' by Inkubus Byronee stirred under the expanse of white silken sheet, her lithe 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, suddenly bolt upright in the bed, the sheet slipping down to her waist revealing her firm ivory breasts heaving as she sought to control her breathing. Eyes wide she held out a hand in front of her face; the skin was so pale she almost imagined she could see through it ... no not imagined. The sickening tumbling of her stomach was an experience she had last sensed over 20 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 was gone from the room, the sheet falling through where her body had been moments earlier onto an empty bed. The bed chamber was empty and silent except for the rapidly dying echoes of Byronee's final scream. She felt herself surrounded by the darkness; no up, no down, just the sensation of twisting, random movement in the void, her now extended bat-like wings whipping uselessly against the nothingness, with only the voice repeating in her head for companionship, increasing in volume all the time, "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 ... Hes'Fd'lla" As the voice rose to a screaming intensity a small white dot appeared in the void ahead of her ... her destination. She hurtled towards the spot of light faster, faster, faster until it began to grow in front of her, soon becoming so intense that hurt to look at the light. Closer, closer, brighter, brighter the light seared through her eyelids to the cornflower blue irises beneath. She threw her hands in front of her face but the light burned though them too as she entered the radiance, the voice now unbearable inside her head, her senses overwhelmed to the point of collapse. Then it was over. In her crouch she could feel the flagstones beneath her feet and left knee, rough against her skin. In the room she could hear the rapid, shallow breathing a single person, heart racing from their exertion and the soft spitting of the 5 tallow candles that surrounded 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 in front of 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, a crude pentagram of salt on the floor with candles at each point of the star providing the room’s only light ... and her prison. The man 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 but a youth of perhaps mid- twenties dressed simply in a white loose fitting, tie-fronted shirt and rough trousers, bare-footed with just a large book open on the floor in front of him. His arms were still raised high from the final gestures of the incantation, a drop of his required blood dripped from the small cut on his palm and his perspiring face, surrounded by a tousled mop of brown hair, looked upwards to the ceiling. She rose gracefully to her feet, the candles casting a flickering orange glow across the pale skin of her naked body, emphasizing the dark of her raven hair and pubic patch, and deep hued crimson lips and nipples. Her eyes locked onto those of the other figure in the room 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 tore his brown eyes away from the vision in front of him and crouched down 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 and let her right arm drop slowly down across her body, running the backs of her long nails along the line of her shoulder blade then down the curve of her left breast, gently scraping over the erectile tissue of her areola causing it to harden. Her hand continued its descent over her flat stomach, coming to rest to the right of her dark pubic mound against the pale, creamy flesh of her inner thigh. His hazel eyes followed its track 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 usually have many such opportunities during their training I believe ?" She was right; it showed on his face and, she noticed, between his legs. She let a delicate smile play around her full lips. "But I told you I won't release you from the circle and I'm certainly not entering it !" "There is no need for you to do so. Take that long mirror from against the wall and place it half in and half 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 manoeuvred the mirror as she had asked, careful not to break the circle of salt as he did so, while Byronee waited patiently for him to compete the task. She positioned herself by the mirror so that he could view her reflection in the glass, while he fidgeted nervously. "Look in to the mirror, ... what is your name ?" "Sebastien" "Well Sebastien, I am called Byronee and this is ... let’s call her Imogene" "Who ? Your reflection ?" "Look closely" She moved her hand up to touch the glass, her image following her move with predictable precision, then closing her eyes she muttered. The reflection in the mirror shimmered and blurred before his eyes then as she moved her hand away the image's hand followed it out of the silvered surface into the room. The image, no longer under the control of the physics of light and reflective surfaces, stepped slowly through the portion of the mirror outside the enchanted circle and into the room. Sebastien stumbled backwards, the backs of his knees reaching the edge of the bed causing him to fall backwards. "Fear not, Sebastien, she will not harm you ... this is what you _wanted_, is it not ? Another ‘me’ to satisfy your desires ?" Slowly drawing himself up to an upright position on the edge of the bed he composed himself a little, sure in his abilities even as an apprentice to dismiss the conjured phantasm if it became necessary. His eyes surveyed the perfect contours of the image ... Imogene, how appropriate. Almost identical to Byronee in build the obvious difference was the colour of her hair; scarlet, it cascaded down onto her firm breasts and formed a neat, similarly hued triangle between her legs. "You would not want to be uncertain as to which was the image and which real, would you ?" ... Byronee seemed to read his mind. Imogene stepped forwards slowly until she stood directly in front of Sebastien allowing him to examine her flawless, alabaster skinned body for a few seconds before gently reaching down to take his hand. Kneeling down on the rough floor she cradled his hand in both of hers and pressed it to her right breast, letting him feel the firm yet yielding flesh against his palm and the stiffness as blood suffused her cinnabar areola under his touch. Her voice was low and husky as she locked his gaze with her emerald eyes, "I am yours for this night alone. I will not only _do_ anything you desire of me, but more than that, I will _want_ to do so. Do not waste this opportunity, for few men are offered it" The stirring between his legs returned with a vengeance, straining uncomfortably against the material of his trousers. While using her right hand to manipulate his fingers to pinch gently at her erect nipple, Imogene reached down with her left. Dexterously releasing his belt clasp and reaching inside his waistband to grasp his engorged member, she released it from its confinement and leaned forward, tongue moistening her crimson lips as she did so. Letting go of his hand she carelessly ripped his shirt asunder and flung it aside then pushed him back from his upright seated position so the top half of his torso rested back against the stone wall from where he watched as she slowly let her tongue trace the full length of his shaft from base to bulbous tip, then back down again. Arriving at the base of the shaft her tongue did not stop its downward journey as he expected and he felt its soft probing over the rough surface of his almost unbearably sensitive scrotum, curving to cup each of his testicles in turn then sliding between them down underneath his sac. Her tongue withdrew from its ministrations for a moment as she leaned forward a little and surrounded the whole scrotum with her soft lips, drawing it into her mouth and then continuing to delicately massage his testes with her roaming tongue until she could almost feel the seed inside enter a frenzy to escape. Reaching with her right hand, her left remaining on Sebastien’s hard, flat stomach (but in no way obscuring his view of her oral attentions) she 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, masturbating him only enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm and not over into release, occasionally pinching 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 lean forward, to reach out and speed his ejaculation, but Imogene’s left hand held him firmly against the bed and he could only look down into her unmerciful emerald eyes as she teased him in unbearable ecstasy closer, ever closer to orgasm. Her fingers began to pull progressively faster on the skin of his erection as she pushed with her strong 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 allowed his balls to slip smoothly from the velvety hold of her mouth, applying a final surge of suction as she pulled away and lifted her head, hair falling back from her face. As she pulled back on his shaft a final time keeping the skin taught she leaned to take the head of Sebastien’s member into the entrance of her open mouth. At long last he discharged his thick fluid between her lips onto her tongue and into the back of her mouth, his whole body jerking in time to his exhausted grunts as he watched his seed enter Imogene’s open mouth between full crimson lips, her rapture at tasting him evident in her fevered eyes and her flushed heaving breasts. As his spasms finally subsided Imogene let her lips close over his glans and he felt her tongue gingerly lick the last drops of his semen from its eye and the slight suction as she swallowed her mouth’s contents and released him from the soft, warm prison of her lips. "The first of many pleasures you will enjoy this night", Imogene’s voice husky with desire, her body tensing a little as amoral thoughts of passion swirled throughout her demonic mind. As she spoke Imogene moved forward, stalking her way up Sebastien’s still reclining body until her face was only inches from his own, her hands now holding his arms down by his sides. She let her lips gently brush his as she kissed a line gently across his cheek and down to the side of his neck, her hair falling across his face as she did so, compelling him to breath in its intoxicating aroma, the warm scent filling his lungs and spreading throughout his body, revitalising the spent muscles and sinews while sensitising his tanned skin to the slightest touch. He felt the pliant lips at his neck give way to small, delicate bites from her teeth as she playfully extended her incisors, just nipping the soft skin above his collarbone. With each touch of her mouth around his throat he felt his erection start to stiffen to its former glory against the soft, pale flesh of her thigh. Over her shoulder his gaze was caught by Byronee’s fervoured stare as she watched the couple from within her sorcerous confinement. She had retaken her kneeling position, her right hand trapped tightly between her long, pale legs rotating deliberately as she pleasured herself. In response to his look she parted her thighs so that he could watch her use her fore-finger to gently manipulate the small bud of her clitoris occasionally letting the other digits slide down the length of her flushed lips separating them to reveal her moist inner folds. As she increased her rhythm her breathing became more rapid and shallow, each breath now joined by a small gasp of passion steadily becoming louder as her body came ever closer to the rapture and release 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 pushing up through the ebony mane. Her incisors extended and retracted unconsciously in time with the contractions of her vagina grasping the two fingers roughly driven into the tight channel at her moment of deliverance, the juices from her intense orgasm running down over her hand and pale thighs to 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 thick member press hard against the pliant flesh of her thigh, it’s bulbous head rubbing against her dark red pubic mound. Releasing his neck from the embrace of her lips she leaned further forward, letting her firm breasts rub against his face and enjoying the sensation of his tongue instinctively protruding to lick at her stiff nipple. Liberating his left wrist she reached down to guide him towards her moist, awaiting channel rubbing the glans purposefully along the length of her labia over her sensitive bud and back down to the entrance to her vagina before abruptly pushing down onto him, burying his thick shaft inside her. The sensation of pleasure as she did so caused her to arch back in ecstasy releasing his other wrist as she lifted her hands to her hair and ran her fingers through the deep red strands, head tilted back, eyes closed, her lips parting to emit a low moan of satisfaction. Slowly she rose a few inches from his body before lowering herself deliberately again onto his manhood, her eyes still shut, savoring the fulfilling sensation of him inside her. Opening her eyes she reached out to his shoulders to steady herself while she leaned to her left slightly and manoeuvred her supple right leg out from under her to wrap it around his back followed swiftly by her left. Pulling him towards her so that he was sat up on the edge of the bed she smiled approvingly as his hands moved to her taught buttocks and he spread his legs to allow her to slip down his shaft before he puled her back onto him. Again he let her fall away from him, again pulling her back strongly onto his unyielding erection, and again ... and again ... Her gasps of pleasure and sheen of perspiration revealed the sensations traveling up from between her legs as repeatedly he allowed her slide down his shaft then drew her back onto him, thrusting himself inside her; a slight change in the position of his hands to the small of her back offered her the support to release his shoulders and arch backwards to heighten the sensations she felt. Sebastien too was feeling familiar sensations 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 his next lunge he held her for a second while she writhed her hips to heighten their pleasure, feeling their coarse pubic hair grind together, his hard pubic bone sending sensations from her engorged clitoris to the pleasure centers of her brain. Before the sensations overtake his control he leaned forward and forced the strong muscles of his thighs to work, his hands holding Imogene tightly in the small of her back he stood up, lifting the svelte demon as he did so. Imogene’s arms fell around his neck as her legs wrapped around him, 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 rough stonework writhing in ecstasy on Sebastien’s shaft buried deep within her. With the extra support offered by the stone he could start to thrust into her again, his strong jerky lunges returning a 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 satanic vitality ... though the emerald fire glowing in her eyes as she neared her moment of orgasmic release was more than enough to give her away. As he felt his strength finally begin to wane he steadied his stance a little to allow him more purchase on the stone flags, obliviously knocking aside some bric-a-brac on the floor behind him. Resuming his steady rhythm he drove himself deep into Imogene as she continued to squirm in pleasure at his forceful penetration of her stretched passage. Quickening the pace he heard her breaths become more laboured, coming now in gasps to match the soft grunts he himself uttered in the back of his throat each time he entered her; thrusting one last time her forced her hard against the wall with the weight of his body and felt the orgasm rip through him, forcing his fluid deep into her. At the sensation of him coming inside her Imogene felt her own release and cried out in rapture, her clawed nails digging into his back, her vagina fibrillating the length of his shaft adding to the explosive sensations both were experiencing. Eventually their bodies returned to their respective plateaus from the peaks they experienced and after giving himself a moment to regain some semblance of physical composure Sebastien stepped backwards a pace and let her legs unwind from around his torso and unhurriedly slide down the outside of his to the floor as his penis softened and slipped from within her. He felt a trickle of blood seep down his back (not painful but an ache that reminded him strangely of the pleasure he’d experienced receiving it) and looked at her face, radiant from her exertions. Her emerald eyes glanced down to look at the floor behind him, a small smile catching 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 swum into his vision; his eyes trailed up the perfect ivory skin of the attached leg, up over the slim waist and past the firm, retrousee breasts to gaze into the unforgiving, steely blue eyes of the liberated Byronee. Wings snapped out across the room, blowing out the remaining candles, her face, still visible in the shaft of moonlight slipping in through the high window, was thunder and storm clouding diabolic beauty. A tongue slipped from between crimson lips and over now visible extended canines, her voice dripped chilled water down his spine "I Am Free ..." "... so now what shall we do ?" the icewater melting as the honeyed warmth returned to her lips, the malice in her cornflower eyes replaced by lascivious mischief. Sebastien jumped as he felt the soft stroke of a finger slip down his back along the line of his still tender scratches. Nervously grabbing a glance over his shoulder he met Imogene’s green eyed gaze as she lifted the finger from his skin and brought its now sanguine tip to her mouth. Sliding it sensuously between her lips, her eyes never leaving his, she sucked his blood from its tip and, leaving her finger between her teeth smiled broadly at the fearful look on his face as he turned back to see Byronee take a step closer; caught between Imogene’s devilish grin and Byronee’s deep, blue eyes. He saw the two pass an unspoken message and felt Imogene lay her hands on his broad shoulders and gently apply pressure, guiding him to his knees before Byronee’s as yet unfulfilled naked body. Byronee spread her legs a little as Imogene gently pushed his head towards the dark triangle between them, the hair still moist from her earlier self ministrations, the aroma causing the lust to return to his body as he submissively extended his tongue and began to gently lap at the pink flesh visible below her pubic thatch. Delicately he parted the hair around her sensitive labia with his tongue, separating her delicate suffused lips to reach the aromatic nectar within her. Exploring further with his supple tongue he searched out the small bud at the juncture of Byronee’s labia and began to probe gently at the erectile tissue as she moaned her satisfied approval from above him. Imogene released his shoulders confident that he would proceed of his own volition to pleasure the raven haired beauty before him, and leaned forward over him to gently run her lips over Byronee’s, her tongue brushing between them mirroring Sebastien’s lower down. Byronee ran one hand into the hair of each of them pulling Sebastien’s tongue into her aching crotch as she pulled Imogene into a rough, deep lingering kiss to which Imogene replied by letting her right hand slide up across Byronee’s thigh and stomach to cup her left breast and began to gently squeeze the pliant flesh, occasionally running her long clawed nail over the sensitive crimson areola at its tip bringing it to a stimulated state within moments. Her left hand meanwhile reaching around into Byronee’s long black hair to pull her in for a yet deeper kiss, both tongues probing, thrusting and wrestling inside the combined space of their mouths as a third tongue pushed insistently at Byronee’s sensitive clitoris. Byronee felt the unmistakable pressure of orgasm begin to build writhing her body as the sensitive flesh was stimulated by her two lovers and her still extended wings began to thrash agitatedly at the air as her body sought its fervoured release. Her left hand closed over Imogene’s and squeezed it hard into the firm flesh of her breast, pushing Imogene’s nails into her erect nipple and sending a bolt of sexual pleasure down from her breast to her clitoris as it too was tongued with ever more vigour as Byronee pulled Sebastien’s head as hard is she dared into her crotch, bucking against his eager mouth. Sebastien reached his hands round to grasp at Byronee’s firm buttocks to give him more control over his aim as her crotch writhed away under his lips and tongue, only to have his left wrist grasped by the enraptured demonic woman and his fingers pulled further between her taught globes to the constricted entrance of her anus and guided until his index finger penetrated within causing a delighted (but muffled) high pitched yelp from deep within her throat. With a final kiss of Imogene’s willful mouth she felt the red haired demon’s hand slip from her hair and down to the sensitive spot between her wildly thrashing wings and claw brutally against the flesh, joining the spasms of ecstasy within her into a triangle of internal pleasure from her breast through her wildly pounding heart across to the spot where Imogene aggressively raked her nails, straight down her spine, spreading out across her quivering buttocks, and back between her cheeks to her gently stretched anus onto her tormentedly sensitised clitoris and finally up through her vaginal passage to explode inside her brain in a white soundless explosion of orgasmic euphoria. Falling barely controllably to her knees she pulled back Sebastien’s head and fell exhausted on his neck, canines extended as she punctured the tender flesh letting her orgasmic pleasure flow through the wound into him as she released his carmine fluid into her mouth. As she did so she felt her own soft, white flesh penetrated at the shoulder as Imogene’s fangs dug into her and shared the rapture through Byronee’s hot, 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 fully satiated bodies and after sharing the warm afterglow of their passion finally slipped from each others grasp, all breathing heavily from their exertions. Byronee was the first to speak as she lifted her head and stared deep into the still fervoured but still frightened eyes of her recent 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 his recent physical exertion. There was no chance of escape past Byronee and her flame haired image who now stood by the exit from the small room, silent yet alert, the perspiration still glistening on her naked skin. He rubbed his hand nervously over the fresh wound in his neck, staining the tips of his fingers with the blood still seeping slowly from the small punctures. His final fate, he knew, was all but sealed ... a final night of pleasure 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 be ... unharmed" "Anything, yes. Have it and leave as you ... Why don’t you just take it ? Why don’t ... the clasp! You can’t touch it until I remove the clasp !" His voice betrayed his relief and excitement as he realised he had one more card left to play ... and the card was true Major Arcana. "If you leave without the book my master could simply call you later and bind you to his will." "Not simply; I just would rather not take the chance" His mind raced, his eyes feverishly bright, yet his words were measured and slow, "If I give you the book I’ll have to flee this place ... I’ll have nobody to teach me, nowhere to stay, nothing" "Except 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 price. 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 able to exist on this plane ?" "I swear on my True Name that, with your help, I may do so" "Then she can remain with me, teach me, help me. This will be our contract ... I shall remove the clasp that protects the book from your touch in return for which you shall help me carry out the ceremony to make Imogene able to exist on this plane permanently. After this you shall perform a binding ritual ... ", Byronee’s posture stiffened at his words, her eyes again becoming cold, "...so that she will not harm me. It is, after all, only your reflection that I wish to remain with me, not yourself" "Are you certain of your wishes ?" His eager eyes danced swiftly over to where Imogene stood, a smile now adorning her lips, then back to Byronee. "Oh yes, I’m sure" "The Contract Is Agreed" --- The ceremony at last reached it’s climax, a full six week’s travel back to Byronee’s mansion then two week’s preparation and eight hours of conjuration and ritual was about to reach it’s conclusion. The mirror shimmered as Byronee’s reflection again shimmered and Imogene stepped forth from the recently enchanted mirror. Sebastien stepped forward and slid the sharp silver blade across his palm to complete his part of the binding ritual and release his enough of his life energy into Byronee’s control to free Imogene from the ‘other world’ and allow the image to be bound to him. He reverently handed the blade over to the flame haired vision, the edge smeared with his lifeblood; taking it from him she ran her tongue gingerly along its edge, tasting his sanguine acquiescence to the contract. Turning with a somehow brutal grace she plunged the knife into the mirror and felt it splinter into inter-dimensional shards beneath her callous penetration of the planar link ... her invisible cords to the netherworld beyond the silver mirror finally broken. Sebastien allowed himself a small smile of relief as he felt her link break and his own reach out towards her ... No, NO ... beyond her towards the myriad of images in the splintered mirror adorning the floor and hanging loosely from the ornate golden frame. Something was wrong, something had failed ... he tried to shout out to the strangely sombre 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 ... --- Byronee sat naked at her ornate dresser running the silver backed brush through her long hair, letting the stiff bristles rasp gently across her skin at the finish of each stroke. Through the open door Imogene entered, a long azure cloak clasped at the neck with a golden heart brooch around her shoulders, over a frilled white linen shirt and snug riding britches. Her entrance had been heralded by the sound of her high riding boots echoing on the stone flagged floor of the corridor. "Are you leaving so soon ? It has only been three weeks" "I think it is for the best. I have to make my own life on this mortal plane of existence, as you have. I cannot rely on you for ever ... even though it was you brought me here. You have enabled me to remain here rather than returning to the Abyssal Domains and now I must explore my new home" "Stay a little longer, for Sebastien’s sake if not my own. I do not think he really understands yet and could not have performed the ceremony without him" "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 dresser and spoke softly, "Sebastien, my sister wishes to speak with you" Sebastien’s teary eyes stared back at hers from the silver surface of the tall mirror, his head mutely nodding his understanding from behind her reflection, and he listened ... Inkubus Demons are a ghoul's best friends -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----