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Subject: {ASSM} World Beneath ch.5 by Rachael Ross (FM+/f, Fantasy, Mast, Oral, Vamp, First, Rom, Horror)
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The World Beneath

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: MF+/f, Fantasy, Rom, Mast, Oral, Blood (vampirism),
First, Violence, Horror

The World Beneath
by Rache

Part 5 - The Initiate

I woke up without knowing if it were night or day but a feeling in the
back of my mind was telling me it was time. Rather like if you've
become used to the alarm clock going off at a certain time everyday,
after awhile you'll wake up just a moment or two earlier, waiting for
it to go off and enjoying those five little minutes that are yours
alone. So it was there, in the dark shelter of our bedroom lair.

I was on my side, with Valentine behind me, cupping me with his body
and I enjoyed the feel of his strong arms around me, just beneath my
breasts. I could feel his penis, not hard, but still a presence,
pushed up against my bare sex. I sighed softly, smiling to myself and
wishing that he was hard, and inside me then, making love to me while
we slept. I might have woken up to feel him deep and throbbing,
spilling his seed inside me the way he had the night before. It was a
nice thought and I couldn't help but move, just a little, rubbing
myself against him, but he didn't stir.

The bodies of the two girls we'd killed and fed on over the last two
days had been pushed rudely from our bed. I couldn't see them heaped
on the floor, but I knew they were there. I could smell them and we'd
have to do something about that. The schoolgirl in particular was
beginning to take on a bad scent, having been dead for two full days
and nights now.

Tonight I was going to be initiated and I pondered that as I lay
there. Valentine had confessed, almost apologized to me for how
quickly things were proceeding. In the past, he'd told me, it had
taken several months, even years for some of the members, before
they'd been accepted and initiated. That it had taken me just a few
days was largely due to Sylvia and Julia, and their conviction that I
was the thirteenth member the Society had been waiting for.
Valentine's insistence on turning me into a vampire as soon as
possible had influenced the decision as well, although he tried to
explain that he hadn't really turned me into a vampire at all, he said
that he'd merely hastened the inevitable.

Some of what they'd told me, Sylvia and Julia and the others, had made
sense, a little, but in fact I was very much confused by it all. The
only thing I knew for certain was that they were not regular people.
They were exciting and different and seemed drawn from my deepest
desires, as if all of my dreams had somehow sprung to life. There was
no denying what I was. I'd felt the change, I'd killed and drunk
blood. I was a vampire and every time I told myself that I felt a
thrill run through me. The idea that Valentine and I were the only
ones though, that still stumped me and I tried to reason it out.

Obviously the vampires of myth and legend were based on some facts,
some knowledge of our existence. It seemed to me unlikely that
Valentine by himself could have inspired all of them. I was no expert,
but I'd done more than my fair share of research, given my peculiar
interests, and very nearly every culture in human history had vampire
myths of one form or another. Western, or Eastern, it didn't matter.
The Germans, the Japanese, African tribesmen, or old Mayans...They all
recognized vampires by different names. Of course some of that could
be attributed to creatures like Julia and her sisters, who were
Succubi. They seduced men in their beds, making love to them even as
they stole their very lives. Certainly vampires may have been blamed
occasionally for that, but still. It didn't make a lot of sense unless
there were dozens, even hundreds of them scattered around the globe.

No, I decided, there had to be more of us. If not now, then certainly
in the past and that led me to conclude that either Valentine was
telling me the truth, and I had no reason to think otherwise, and that
only in ages past had vampires been more common, or he was lying to
me. But why would he do that, I wondered, just for the sake of
argument really. He was possessive and Julia had told me he'd been
alone for a very long time. Was that by choice? If there were other
vampires, could he be an exile perhaps? An outcast for some reason? He
wouldn't want me to know about them if he were, would he? Did he fear
offering me a choice? If he were lonely enough, desperate enough...

I bit my bottom lip hard, drawing blood and it was punishment for
letting my thoughts go where they had. I trusted Valentine, and beyond
that I loved him. Totally and without regret or reservation. If I
allowed myself to continue with those thoughts it would only hurt us,
it would make me suspicious and I didn't want that. I was being a fool
and Valentine didn't deserve that. I pulled his arms tighter around
me, wriggling my butt against him and closing my eyes. I pushed those
stupid thoughts out of my head and concentrated on the whispers, the
bird-like voices in my head. They never went away, but I'd quickly
learned to ignore them, I wondered if I could concentrate hard enough
to actually hear them, to understand what it was they were saying.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mr. Raines..." I smiled, and this time we did hug. I let him envelope
me in his arms, wondering just what he really looked like beneath that
human facade. It was hard to imagine that I was embracing an angel,
and even more so when I considered the fact that I was a vampire.
There was something very wrong with that picture.

"You'll have to call me Edward now." He stood back smiling, holding my
arms just below my shoulders.

"Mmmm...That'll be weird." I laughed.

He greeted Valentine casually, but Edward was obviously focused on me,
concerned perhaps as he took me by the hand and walking with me into
the church.

"How do you feel?" He asked me, his voice echoing faintly through the
empty basement.

"I feel good." I shrugged. "I'm getting used to it."

"Are you?" He paused, turning to look into my eyes and I thought I saw
some small sadness in his.

"Are we enemies now?" I asked him, half-joking, but serious too.

"No." He shook his head. "Just...Opposed in some respects." We
continued walking slowly, moving towards the stairs leading up. "After
tonight I won't see you for a long time." He said and I looked up at
him, but he said no more and I didn't ask.

We paused outside the closed doors, Edward stopping short and
squeezing my hand to keep me there a moment. "Jenna, I was..." He
sighed and seemed to consider what he wanted to say and I could feel
Valentine growing impatient behind us.

"What is it?" I asked him, searching his face.

"I'd hoped that we were wrong about you." He set his jaw then and
opened the door, much as he had on my first visit, which seemed so
long ago now.

"Fucking angels." Valentine whispered in my ear as he put his arm
around me, so that we walked into the room together. I ignored him,
smiling as Julia, Sylvia, and the rest of our Dark Circle greeted us.
The other seven members of the Society, including Edward who joined
them, were standing apart, talking amongst themselves.

I kissed all of them in turn, smiling and feeling welcome as always
and I asked Wendy what was going on, gesturing with my eyes towards
the others.

"They're just a little reluctant." She laughed lightly. "They've never
been comfortable when we've initiated a new member."

"A Dark member." Julia clarified for me. "Sylvia was our last and that
was a long time ago."

"And Mona after her." Wendy said. "They weren't nearly so reluctant
then."

"They sacrificed a goat." Valentine made a face.

"A lamb." Julia corrected him. "It was fine."

"Fine for you maybe, it made me sick."

"Oh Val, enough already." Christine was taking my hand. "He's been
complaining for the last two hundred years about that goat."

"It was a lamb." Valentine said sarcastically, grinning at Julia.

"We need to get you ready." Christine was pulling me gently behind her
and we made our way through a side door, into a part of the church I'd
never seen before. "I think the choir uses this room." Christine said,
turning on the lights. "Looks like it anyway."

There was a long wooden rod with white robes hanging from it, white
shoes on the floor, and a small vanity with some makeup; neutral
lipstick, bobby pins and brushes. I stood there, looking around,
wondering what I was supposed to be doing to get ready. There was a
case in the room, a black satchel that looked out of place. Christine
went to it, kneeling so that she could open it up and I watched as she
retrieved a small clay jug with a cork stopper. She set that aside and
next removed a linen cloak that looked old and worn, mottled grey in
color.

"Go ahead and take off your clothes." She told me. "You need to be
anointed and then you'll wear this." She stood up, holding the jar in
one hand, and the robes in the other.

"Okay." I shrugged, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

"The robe belonged to Elizabeth Malet, she wore it while imprisoned by
her future husband." Christine smiled at me, watching as I bared
myself slowly. "Do you know who he was?"

"Mmmm..." I made a little face and giggled. "Should I?"

"No, it's not important." Christine laughed. "Elizabeth herself,
however, she was a young woman, a wealthy heiress, who had her
innocence stolen, raped violently by a man she would later forgive and
marry. She was wearing this when it happened and so it represents both
submission and dominance, as well as love and redemption."

"Is it magic?" I asked, bending slightly and balancing on my left leg
to remove my panties.

"Perhaps." Christine shrugged. "Although doubtless Sylvia could find
some use for it, for me it's merely an old bit of cloth, stained with
blood and time. This was chosen carefully for you, after much
consideration and a rather lengthy search. We had a hard time finding
it."

"Do I put it on now?" I asked her, standing in front of the woman
naked, feeling no shame at all, no sense of humility.

"In a moment." She put the cloak on the vanity. "First this, Argent
Vive, the first force in the search for truth."

Christine unstopped the clay jar and stepped close to me and I watched
as she placed her palm over the opening, tilting the bottle so that a
measure was poured into her hand. She spoke softly, in Latin I
believed, although I could barely hear her and my own skills in that
language were limited to reading, and only then slowly. She pressed
her hand to my face, across my mouth, smearing the oily liquid over my
lips. It tasted salty and faintly bitter, and there was the definite
and almost overpowering taste of vinegar, but it was unlike any
vinegar I'd ever tasted before.

She poured more into her hand, still speaking, watching my face,
caressing my breasts and particularly my nipples. I felt them hard and
a warmth began to grow, in my mouth first, but then everywhere she
touched me. My breathing grew shallow and my pulse quickened. I could
feel myself changing as Christine's tender hands began to arouse me.
She tilted the jar once more and I gasped as she pressed her wet
fingers between my thighs, entering my sex without warning and cupping
my vulva while she spoke.

My eyes grew wild and my teeth long, I could feel the energy of my
change as I released all pretension at being mortal. My skin fell
white, growing pale and translucent, so that thin blue veins were
visible on my arms and breasts. I shivered as my cunt clasped eagerly
to Christine's fingers, and I moved my body just slightly, wishing for
more pressure. My clitoris throbbed and my nipples burned. I felt my
hunger as well; the voices, the whispers in my head growing louder.
They made little sense, but they were human and I blinked as a shadow
door appeared and I had a vision in my mind, a destination, but I
shook my head to clear it.

When Christine finished, she stepped back, corking her small clay jar
and smiling at me. "You're ready Sister, almost...Put this on now,
draw the hood tight."

She helped me, slipping the robe over my shoulders and I could smell
the blood of Elizabeth Malet, dead 500 years. Her virginity imprinted
forever on the ragged hem. It tied loosely around my waist and the
hood fell low over my brow, as if I were a monk of old. I adjusted it
carefully, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked very little like
the person I'd been just a few days before. I was beautiful and
menacing, changed from a pretty schoolgirl into something sensual and
seductive. I hadn't seen myself in vampire form until then and I
hadn't realized the subtle but dramatic changes becoming my true self
inspired.

By the time I'd finished admiring myself Christine had changed into
her own robes and she stood beside me with her hood drawn so that I
could only see her bright pupil-less eyes, like molten gold above her
smile, which was filled with gleaming pointed teeth. I could smell her
as well, that irresistible aroma that clouded my senses with desire,
but I was stronger now and changed into my true form and her demonic
charms filled me with hunger as much as desire, for they are ever the
same to us. I looked into her eyes and willed the woman, the demoness
to give herself to me and for just a moment, brief eternal second,
Christine lifted her chin and turned, her mouth falling open as she
waited...

But the moment passed and she recovered quickly and laughed, a
terribly beautiful sound that only dying men should hear.

"Oh, but we are dangerous, Sister!" Christine told me, taking my hand
in hers which was soft and golden now, with long talons. "Are you
ready?"

"Yes." I nodded.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The ceremony was held in the church proper, for no other reason than
it was convenient, but also, I later came to suspect, because everyone
there had no small taste for the dramatic. If the Society had a
collective weakness, that was it, our egotistical need for the
theatrical. That may be understood and forgiven if you consider some
of the members have been on this earth for several thousand years -
Very often it is only the theatrical that can alleviate the suffering
of boredom. As such, the ceremony could have been performed anywhere
to the same effect since we honored neither God nor Lucifer, but the
universe itself.

The pews had been removed and the vaulted hall was lit by candles, a
great many of them lined the walls around us, leaving the center dark
but for a great brazier which burned dully red. How it had been
transported to the church, or even brought inside I had no clue.
Doubtless it involved some form of magic, just as the removal of the
pews had, and I had to remind myself once again that these were not
people around me, these were angels and demons, a witch and a
sorceress and I was vampire. The world outside did not exist, it had
no influence upon us, placed no bounds are our desires. I felt myself
as a goddess and the lust I felt in my heart was not that of a 16 year
old girl, but of an ancient soul born of hellfire and birthed into
this innocent age.

Christine had led me in and now she took her place, the twelve members
of the Society forming six triangles around the brazier, and those six
formed three greater triangles, as you would find in a Star of David,
with members at each apex and intersection, but this was obvious by no
means. I had only some small sense to guide me. There were no
instructions, or not that a mortal would easily recognize as such.
Instead you may imagine that there was a will which formed my
movements, guiding me into my proper position, before that great fire
in our midst. I knelt and though I was close enough to touch the rough
cast iron shell of the thing and I felt its blistering heat, I felt no
pain, I didn't burn. I'd been baptized with Argent Vive, the first
force of nature and the foundation of existence. It was a protection
against such fires as this.

They were chanting, my brothers and sisters of our exclusive faith,
weaving a spell to call forth that which is neither holy, nor unholy,
but neutral in all respect. He would not care if I was evil, or what
cause I had served previously. The warmth that washed over my flesh
without consuming me was a purifying force, an aspect of that which we
served. It cleansed me completely and prepared me as my fellows opened
the way for the Master's coming.

I opened my robe, and there seemed a breeze, becoming a wind and then
a tempest, but it disturbed nothing else, my brothers and sisters were
unaffected, the candles did not flicker. But my cloak billowed around
me, my hair was tossed and I was forced to close my eyes and purse my
lips tightly as my body shook in its fury. I lifted my face, sensing
his presence and he was there, the spirit of all that was material,
all that could be felt and seen and touched. A portion of the universe
itself, composed of earth and fire and water and air, and formed into
a great wyrm, a dragon of myth rising before me, writhing in the
leaping flames of the brazier.

He was beautiful, so much so that I should weep blood before I have
again looked upon anything so fair. I am laid bare to the beast, the
storm that surrounds me ripping away my cloak, and he draws me to him
without hesitation or fear, taking me in his claws and pulling me up,
off my feet and into the flames. This is a dream, I think. It must be
for none of the others have seen this, they're unaware of what is
happening. I am laid upon a bed of fire, or so it seems to my feverish
brain. My heart will not pause, it doesn't beat, there is no pulse, it
merely vibrates within my breast. I can feel my nipples rising hard
and long, stretching for his long serpent's tongue as it whips from
those gaping jaws. My sex is ablaze with desire, the heat within my
tender walls equaling that without. I catch sight of the dragon's
penis, long and thick and prehensile as it seems to curl around my
vulnerable form.

The creature's tail was also moving, insinuating itself around my
limbs, feeling metallic and liquid, like golden mercury given life. It
was smooth and warm and the flesh of the beast caressed my own even as
it bound me within its tender coils. I was caught as a willing victim,
bending my body to him, offering myself with every part of me being.
The dragon entered me, the sharp tip of its penis resembling more the
nib of a giant's pen, flaring like a spade near the base and drawing
to a thin malignant point upon which I was suddenly impaled.

My sex was split and great waves of pain and pleasure fought for
dominance as I lent my shrieking voice to the furious gale around us.
He plunged deep into my womb, spearing the innermost part of my being
and holding me there, locked tightly upon that bitter-sweet
penetration. And I felt his ejaculate pouring forth, a flood of fire
which my body could not contain. My belly became swollen with it,
distending as if I were suddenly pregnant. I gasped as a great orgasm
stole through me, and another and another and there came to me an
understanding, an alien communication which defied simple words. This
was the conjunction, the coupling of my spirit with the universe.

"O Luna," I sounded with trembling lips, "by means of my embracing and
sweet kisses,
Thou art made beautiful, strong and mighty like as I am." And that
voice which came from my mouth was not mine, but his.

"O Sol," I replied to him, and this time in my own trembling voice,
"thou art to be preferred before all light,
But yet thou needest me, as the cock does the hen."

And I heard the others around us, their voices clear now as they
unveiled themselves, shedding their cloaks and basking in our union:
"Conception changeth the blood, which before was as it were milk.
The pale things wax black, the red diffused things shine
By themselves they are dissolved and by themselves are brought
together,
that they which were two, may be made as it were one body"

It seemed an eternity before I woke from that dream and I had no sense
of what was real and what I'd imagined. The winds were gone, the
dragon and the fires. I pressed a hand to my stomach and found it flat
and empty, and more to the point I still wore my cloak. I was
kneeling, but the brazier was cold, the fire gone. I shivered and
looked around, hugging myself against that confusion. My body was
still hot, and I was damp with sweat, my hair wet and matted to my
neck and cheeks. My sex too was soaked, as if I'd been making
passionate love for hours. My thighs were slick with my arousal and I
could smell my recent orgasms plainly.

The others were gathered around me, still robed as well, and Valentine
helped me to my feet, giving me his strong arms to lean on as I cast
my gaze around them one at a time. They were normal now, Christine who
had changed into her true self before my eyes now appeared human, as
did Valentine when I pushed his cloak from his head. I felt myself
weak and weary and I had no words for my experience, but it was
unnecessary anyway. I understood that all of them had gone through
that same experience in the past, or something very similar. Only the
form was different from one of us to the next, our Master's aspect
conforming to our expectations and desires, but the significance of
the event was common to us all.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was allowed time to rest and I was grateful to have it. I sat with
Valentine, the others keeping respectfully away from us, and I was
laying on the sofa, with my head in his lap, comforted by the feel of
his hands stroking me.

"There was a dragon, made of flames." I was saying, all of my thoughts
and memories seeming jumbled, the way a dream will when you try to
express it upon waking. "I was pregnant, I mean he was inside me and
it was like a knife, except bigger, sharper. Like the sharpest thing
in the world..."

"Did you enjoy it?" Valentine was smiling down at me.

"It hurt but, yeah." I laughed softly, snuggling with him. "He was
holding me and we spoke, I mean I spoke, but it was him too. And all
of you. I saw them..." I glanced across the room at the others,
remembering what I'd seen. "...Edward was so beautiful and he held a
sword. He was 8 feet tall, ten maybe and shining like the sun and..."

"Shhh..." Valentine bent and kissed my temple. "...rest a little bit,
in a short while we'll go back inside."

"I feel so hungry" I sighed.

"I know." He whispered, "You'll feed, its part of the ritual, the
sacrifice. You'll need your strength though."

"Okay." I nodded weakly and closed my eyes, not sleeping, but just
remembering.

I'd seen them all, the members of the Society unsheathed from their
human forms. None had surprised me so much as Mr. Raines, Edward my
old teacher. He really was an angel, hiding in the world and moving
through it as a short ugly man. I didn't know if that was by ironic
fate, or his own choice. I had little to say about my own appearance,
I could only change the superficial, my hair, makeup, my clothes. I
hadn't decided how tall or short I would be, how thick or thin, I was
just me. Was it the same for all of them, I wondered, feeling that it
must be. I felt just a little bad then, in a childish way perhaps,
that Edward who was so perfect and beautiful in truth, moved through
this world in such a mundane manner.

It was not a far leap to consider everyone then, everywhere, the
mortals who lived and breathed and died. Doubtless many possessed a
beauty as well, hidden within and revealed only to those who were
willing and able to see it. I felt a great sadness then that I would
never know those people, the teeming billions around us and I didn't
understand that emotion at all.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"It's time." Valentine whispered in my ear, kissing me softly and I
murmured something, wondering how I'd fallen asleep.

The others were gone already, back into the church proper I assumed
and I rose and stretched, looking at Valentine who was watching me
patiently.

"What do I have to do?" I asked him.

"You'll know." He promised me, taking time to arrange my cloak,
pulling the hood up. "Just remember Jen, it's a sacrifice."

"Well, yeah." I smiled, maybe even laughed, but he was very serious.

"Remember the true definition of the word." He told me. "You're giving
up something of value for a greater purpose."

"Okay." I bit my lip a little, nodding and I wondered at his sudden
gravity. Did he think I would change my mind? I'd murdered already,
whatever or whoever I was going to sacrifice tonight would bother me
very little, I was certain.

He led me into the church and the pews were returned to their proper
places, the brazier gone, although the candles remained. It was very
quiet and our footsteps sounded loudly on the hard tiled floor. The
others were seated in the front row, the four members of the Dark
Circle, five as Valentine left me to join them, were on the left. The
Circle of Light sat silent on the right, and I walked slowly down the
center between them, towards the short dais and the alter which sat
upon it.

I could see a form there, a body on the alter, and behind that stood
Steven, who was neither Light nor Dark, but something else entirely, a
true Neutral in his soul. The Master's avatar, as I understood it. He
was chanting, his lips moving in the shadow of his hooded cloak, but
there was no sound coming from him. He had his arms outstretched, much
as if he were Christ himself, I thought. I glanced about and saw the
cross and the stained glass windows, which were dark and barely
visible, but there was little else to see and I locked my gaze on the
alter.

I stepped up one step and then another and I saw her bound and naked.
Her mouth was gagged with a strip of linen, her wrists and ankles tied
with the same. She was shivering and pale and I felt my heart lurch
into my throat as I recognized my mother, the woman that had birthed
me 16 years before. I felt frozen for a moment, my feet unable to move
and I frowned at her, and then at Steven. I turned my head to look at
the members sitting behind me, staring at them as if I could determine
the purpose behind this cruelty.

But there were no answers to be had and all I could think of were
Valentine's words. If she should have been anyone else, anyone, this
would not be a sacrifice, I realized, but only murder. But that
knowledge did not ease my apprehension and I closed my eyes, unable to
bear the sight of her there, cold and frightened with her eyes wide.
She was my mother and I'd had very little use for her in my brief span
of years, but she was my mother. She'd treated me as a pet more than a
daughter, a burden more than a joy. She'd taught me nothing except how
to hate. How to fear.

But she was my mother.

What greater purpose would her life serve? I couldn't see it yet; all
I had were vague promises and innuendo. Could they be lying, these
people behind me? Did I trust them so far as to truly damn myself, for
if I wasn't already, I had little doubt that this would loose me from
any hope of heaven. Or was this a test, to see how far I might go and
once I'd began, wouldn't Stephen stop me? Wouldn't Edward or one of
the others who professed themselves 'good'? How could they not? Did I
dare do this?

I'm a vampire, I told myself. I have no earthly attachments, I am
dead. I was murdered by the man I love and after my death I became his
lover. I'm not this woman's daughter, if I ever truly was. Her
daughter is dead. I hardened my heart, refusing to feel anything for
her. She'd never loved me, of that I was certain. Not the way I'd
loved her, if only for a short time before I knew better, and that
child was dead. I was dead. And standing there, looking at my mother,
I told myself that she was dead as well.

There was a long curved knife on the alter just beside her, and I
picked it up, feeling it heavy in my hands, and cold. I felt the
weight of it upon my entire body, crushing me. There was no crash of
thunder; nature did not give dramatic punctuation to the moment. There
was only silence but for the faint sobs and pitiable scratching of the
woman's fingers across the rock beneath her.

I caressed my mother's face for a moment, holding the knife at my side
and smoothing her hair. There were many thoughts, many wishes I'd not
expressed over the years, knowing that she wouldn't understand,
wouldn't care. We'd lived together, yet separately. There was no
umbilical between us and our blood was weak and did not flow between
our hearts as a true mother and daughter's might.

A bit of Blake occurred to me then and I whispered it into her ear:

"Every morn and every night
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night."

I kissed her then, tasting her fear on my lips and I wrestled briefly
with the knowledge that this was our first kiss, our first tenderness
in many long years. I stroked her hair and then grasped it in my
hands, pulling my mother's head back, exposing her thin neck and I
fixed my dilated pupils on her artery, distended and pulsing clearly
in time with her beating heart. I felt the hunger and I began to
change, growing stronger and more determined as the woman's face
filled with the horror of my unmasking.

I brought the edge of the blade to her throat quickly, slashing deep
and her blood poured forth in a crimson fount. My mother arched her
back and gave a muffled gasp, perhaps surprised that what had been
inevitable had finally happened. I pressed my mouth to her wound,
unable to restrain myself and I did not bite her, there was no need. I
simply drank, and not even that so much as bathed my lips and tongue
and cheeks in her streaming blood. She who had given my life was now
giving me life anew, sacrificing herself unwittingly that I should
become more than she could have ever imagined.

Desire filled me, as it always did during feeding, but it was not for
her, not for my mother. My horrific sins did not extend to incestuous
lust, but only matricide and for the moment I felt no guilt or despair
of it. Only the desperate need to sate my hunger which had very little
to do with blood just then. Valentine knew this, and of course he'd
been drawn irresistibly to the scent of a life being spilled. He was
near me, his hands finding my body, drawing down my robes stained with
mother's scarlet milk.

He wasn't gentle by any means, but primal and he took me there, atop
that now lifeless form and the alter pooled with blood. I turned my
head, pressing my tongue into his mouth, sharing with him the blood
caught upon it. And his cock was swollen and stiff, stabbing into my
cunt without warning so that I seemed to convulse in his tight
embrace. He fucked me hard, dragging his cock out completely from my
protesting sex, and then forcing it back in. It was painful and lovely
and I delighted in that sweet discomfort, begging him with every
breath I could muster to fuck me harder, to drive himself into the
deepest parts of my womb.
I'd murdered my own mother and I shed no tear while I made love upon
her corpse. Had I sacrificed her, I wondered, or had I sacrificed
myself? I was lost now, to everything and everyone but the creatures
in that room. If that was their purpose, they'd succeeded admirably.

The others joined us as even as I wrestled with those brief thoughts,
but not all of them. Those of the Light would not take part in our
violent revelry. They had observed, as they were required to do, and
now that the sacrifice had been made, the bonds complete, their part
in this affair was over. During such times, I would later understand,
the alliance of good and evil in our purpose was strained, but they
understood also that there is no explanation for evil, as Maugham once
said, it must be looked upon as a necessary part of the order of the
universe. To ignore it is childish, to bewail it senseless.

Julia lapped at my mother's blood as it dripped from the alter to the
floor, laughing as she caught the languid drops upon her tongue. She
was beautiful with ruddy skin and golden eyes, her nipples bright red
and standing erect from her swollen breasts. Julia rubbed her cunt
slowly while she did this and her fingers were soon replaced by
Wendy's, and then ultimately the lamia's mouth found her sister's sex
and Julie writhed beneath Wendy's tongue and teeth and lips.

Sylvia had joined us as well, only she alone remained unchanged
physically, but perhaps the changes were simply too subtle for me to
appreciate right then. She was naked and beautiful with her red
flowing hair and soft blue eyes, and she wore a medallion around her
neck, silver with a blood red stone which seemed to pulse with a life
all its own. Sylvia presented herself to me, crawling upon my mother's
body, to give me her sex and Valentine pushed my face to her roughly,
although I needed no encouragement of any sort. I was starving for
her.

I lapped at her sex, tasting Sylvia's excitement and then I took her
between my jaws, mouthing her vulva and pushing my stiff tongue
between her soft labia. I closed my mouth on her and felt my long
fangs sinking into her plump flesh, stabbing deeply through the fat
and muscle to draw her blood and she moaned then, her fingers in my
hair as she hunched her hips upward. I could feel her sex around my
tongue, the velvet walls of her vagina clasping around me and her cum
filled my bloody mouth so that I could drink all of her.

Above me all I could sense was the presence of Christine. She was
kissing Valentine while he fucked me, pressing her body against both
of us and her hands were cool upon my flushed skin as she stroked my
back and thighs. I felt her fingernails like razors across my skin,
slicing into my flesh and leaving long bloody ribbons of pain and
pleasure. I could smell our blood, all of us becoming injured as we
made love. The cloying scent of demonic ichor filling my senses and
lifting my passion to ever increasing heights. Someone was mouthing my
breasts as they hung suspended beneath my body. Julia perhaps, or
Wendy, and I felt sharp cold teeth tearing at my hard nipples,
reopening barely healed wounds from my first innocent visit to their
arms.

After Valentine finished, his cock spewing lifeless semen into my
womb, he pulled away and was immediately replaced by Christine's
mouth. She spread my distended sex with her claws and buried her
tongue inside me. It was long and thin and forked, reaching as far as
my cervix and I spasmed with my own orgasm as I felt her there, awash
in the hot mixture of Valentine's sperm and my own cum. I lifted my
mouth from Sylvia, bending my head towards heaven and moaning loudly
with delight. Sylvia rose then, sitting up so that she could find my
mouth with hers and she tasted herself on my tongue, kissing me
deeply, biting my lips and holding my face in her soft hands.

Valentine was fucking Julia now, just as he'd promised me, and I
watched them as Sylvia worked her mouth down my neck to my bleeding
breasts, nursing on my tender nipples as an infant to draw my blood
into her hungry mouth. Julia's wings were spread around them, like a
black shroud as she rode Valentine's cock and kissed his mouth
feverishly. Around them Wendy writhed and I only slowly realized that
her body from the hips down had become like that of a snake. She was
long and dark, her scales glittering like jewels, deep dark sapphires
that caught the light and reflected it with breathtaking beauty. She
coiled herself around Valentine and Julia, embracing and kissing them,
and binding them together as they fucked wildly.

Christine had neither Julia's wings, nor Wendy's whorl form; she had
instead the soft furred legs of a goat, curving and powerful in the
thighs, narrowing to thin bony shins below her bent knees. Rather than
feet she now had cloven hoofs, black and white and I caressed the
woman as she moved, watching her still beautiful face smile beneath a
pair of curling horns, smooth and black like her hooves, tipped with
sharp white points. Christine was moving to arrange us so that she
could continue to lick my cunt while Sylvia moved to mouth hers, and I
moved to find Sylvia's sweet sex once more between my lips.

Our bodies were all red and sticky and everywhere I looked I saw
blood, the dull red of my mother's long spilled and drying, the rich
crimson of Valentine's and mine, the black nectar of our three demonic
sisters, and Sylvia's which was sweet and red with life and oh so
human. She alone could I truly drink and she gave herself to me
willingly, letting me draw her immortal life through the torn flesh of
her well-bitten cunt. She would heal quickly, as would we all, and
there was no fear of killing her although I would have enjoyed taking
her life completely, very much so.

We lasted through much of the night, Valentine having several turns in
each of our wombs, while his five brides contented themselves with
each other in between. We were insatiable and both tender and violent
with each other. It was love in the purest sense of the word, based
not on selfless devotion, but on selfish desire. How many sins had
been committed in the name of love? It is not a thing of good or evil,
but a condition of the universe, of humanity. We celebrated that awful
truth and we were greedy and gluttonous in our lust, awash in sins of
the flesh.

At last we were forced to break as dawn threatened and it was with
reluctance that we said our goodbyes with wet longing kisses. We would
part now, and meet later, after many months had passed, perhaps years
as we worked our subtle influence upon the universe. Valentine and I
would remain together, but we were unique among our brethren, and
there was a sadness in that, for we were indeed a selfish lot.

=-=-=-=-=

end of part five

rache696@yahoo.com
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Note: This is the fifth chapter of a multi-part story and at this time
it stands as the final chapter, although I an undecided about that,
For now, let us just assume that it is and if I have further chapters,
I'll post them under a different storyline. Thanks for reading and I
hope you enjoyed The World Beneath.

Additional Note: I was very wary of writing this chapter, largely
because I'm not really fond of magic and sorcery tales and I've had
little exposure to them, I'm more of a 'practical' person when it
comes to writing, preferring the everyday and the mundane world around
us. So writing a chapter centered around a magical/mystical experience
was a real challenge and I'm not certain how well I pulled it off.
I'll have to leave that up to you. Hopefully it was at least
entertaining enough for you to reach this far. Best always -rr

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