Helena stepped out of the swirling portal from the bathroom mirror and into her apartment. She shrugged her muscles to get the travel stress out of them before she walked into her bedroom. She noticed the tall elaborate vase on the bedside table and grinned. She would have to thank Xandra later for her help with her preparations.
All she needed to do now was add the final ingredient, her blood. She stepped over to the table and picked up the curved ceremonial athame with ancient symbols etched into the blade. She ran her fingers over the delicate engravings. Bracing herself, Helena quickly slashed the blade over her wrist. The symbols began glowing brightly as she allowed her blood to spill into the urn of black ink that swirled with power.
As soon as the first drop of blood touched the surface of the ink, the intricate design work on the vase began to glow, flaring brighter with each drop of her blood. As soon as her blood stopped falling into the vase, she flicked her glowing tail still encasing Hunter's soul, up and grasped the base with her hand.
The heat of Hunter's soul energy scorched her palms as she pushed her hands up her tail coalescing his spirit. Once her hands reached the barbs, she let go and flicked her tail behind her. The blazing light gathered into a solid orb as it hit the ground. Soon it spread across the smooth floor as Hunter's body materialized from the illuminating glow of his soul.
Hunter's eyes fluttered open and he groaned as every nerve in his body burned with stress and tension. Slowly, his eyes focused as he took in his surroundings, flames flickered on torches hanging at angles from the wall. Elaborate black marble ran underneath him with intricate grey and silver veins. Then he saw Helena's tail on the floor, he blinked again then looked up.
Helena grinned at Hunter and said, "Welcome back Hunter, this is my home, I hope you like it as much as I do." she licked her lips at his sprawled naked form.
Hunter groaned as spikes of pain stabbed him as he tried to sit up, "Well when you said it was going to hurt I thought you meant the teleporting device."
"Living beings can't cross through a realm portal, it doesn't work, so I did what I had to do, but unfortunately it's not over yet. I think you would be more comfortable on the bed," she grinned and reached down and helped him to his feet.
Hunter stumbled over to the bed and sat down, "I at least need to lie down, feeling dizzy."
"It's only going to get worse, it's the soul call. Unless I bind yours to mine, you're going to feel an unstoppable pull to leave this realm and go up to heaven with the stuffy angels," she said.
"Well get on with it Hel, I can take anything you throw at me," he said with a sly grin.
"Let's see then, shall we?" she grinned deviously. She turned to the glowing vase, picked up the athame and dipped it in the ink. She submerged it up to the hilt before withdrawing it. The blade crawled with a malefic blackness as she approached him.
"To tell you the truth Hunter, I have no idea how much this is going to hurt. She cautioned him as she approached him. She hovered the blade over his shoulder and pressed the blade to his shoulder, picturing the majestic dragon she had spent most of her time constructing while waiting for him to decide to be hers.
Sheer agony burst over his skin as the ink flowed off the athame and spilled onto his body, streaming like a river of molten lava over his flesh.
Helena gritted her teeth and tightened her hold on the blade. It pulsed with furious intensity as the ink cascaded off the blade and flowed over his skin. Keeping the image of the dragon in her mind was taxing as the blade drew energy from her. Hearing Hunter's cries of agony as the sea of black coursed and pulsed over his skin was almost enough to break her concentration. It came as a surprise when the blade suddenly stopped moving.
She looked down at him and grinned, a black claw hung over his shoulder. She looked to his face and was relieved to see he was still conscious. They were still not done. There was one more task that needed completing.
She reached out and ran her nails and her palm up his leg to his thigh, stroking him tenderly. He watched her with darkening eyes as passion flared in his stormy blue depths. "Damn, demons certainly have a thing for pain," he said huskily as her nails continued to stroke his thigh.
She grinned deviously and said, "I know, it's so much fun though, adds an extra spice to things. One more thing needs to be done."
He gasped as she reached up , seizing his thickening cock, stroking it gently, her nails running over him. Her other hand stroking and fondling his balls, his breathing increased as she licked her lips and leaned over him. She sucked one of his nipples and nipped him making him groan.
"I bet I can guess what that is," he said breathlessly.
She smirked and said, "Of course." She leaned down then and inhaled his cock to the back of her throat.
He gasped and jerked against her sudden attack, chills rippled over his skin as she teased him to full hardness before she pulled back. He whimpered softly as she grasped his thighs and pushed them open, she slid up his legs groaning as the hair on his legs brushed against her legs.
