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Liliana Vess: Vessel of the Veil	By : The_Lithomancer Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Unveiled Deception
- 2-Eldritch Caress
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Liliana Vess stared at the crumbling rain-drenched steps that led up to the monolithic temple of the Onakke, her haunted violet eyes betraying the memories of the last time she passed beyond the cavernous abyss that marked the entrance. That had proved to be more trouble than it was worth, and while the artifact she plucked from its derelict heart took her two steps closer to her freedom, the weight of that burden proved to be far worse than the price etched in demonic runes on her body and soul. She tilted her head down and stared at the expanse of burnished gold in her gloved hand, watching as raindrops splattered against its silken surface for a long moment as she steeled her resolve. She refused to allow this to be her fate, to trade one pact of eternal enslavement for another just to avoid the omnipresent hand of death and bolster her own formidable power. Despite all the power the Chain Veil granted her, It would never be worth that, and the notion of that alone was enough for her to clench the fist she held the veil in and swear it’s influence over her was at its end. And it was then that the Liliana Vess of old shone through the turbulence of her fear, staring at the repugnant landscape around her with her full crimson lips curled in a grimace as she sashayed through the thin veneer of mucous-like mud sucking against her glossy form-fitting boots with a pronounced “squelch”.

Lush vegetation surrounded Liliana in its seemingly inexorable advance to consume the final remnants of this ancient civilization, filling the air with the repulsive stench of rotting humus that masked the heavenly aroma of lilac and cinnamon wafting off her silken olive skin. She forged her way up the rubble-strewn steps of the Onakke temple, her boots splashing in the puddles of accumulating rainwater as her soft violet gown caressed the stone like a seductress’s kiss. She stopped before the entrance of the temple, sheltered from the roiling dark-grey storm clouds dumping their payload of warm rain as she bent over and began wringing the water out of her waist-length raven hair. Her damp violet dress clung to the hourglass curves of her voluptuous body as she worked, raindrops glistening like twinkling diamonds as they slid off the tops of her large breasts straining against her body-hugging corset like a pair of doughy melons that seemingly yearned to be freed. Her bubbly round rear pushed enticingly against the expanse of violet velvet draped over the mouthwatering swell of her hips like a second skin, exposing every curve and crevice of her derriere until she stood back up and dried the fabric of her seductive dress with a simple spell. But Liliana instantly regretted that casual use of mana as the distracting presence of the Onakke spirits pressed at the edges of her consciousness, suffusing her mind with their constant susurrus until they drowned out even the distant tromp of a Baloth and the loud chirping of tropical birds.

“The Vessel draws close...The Ceaseless Task awaits…”

“The only task I’m here for is to rid myself of you!” Liliana hissed out in annoyance as she turned around and stormed inside the temple, her boots clomping against the stone with a loud “Clack-tap” as she tried her best to ignore them. Damp air howled from the tunnel directly before her as she stepped over the rubble that partially choked the entrance; remnants of the battle between herself and an enraged dirt-mage accosting her for the death of his pitiful bestial companions. But no Dirt-mage or secret tunnel would impede her this time as she ducked her head and made her way down the twisting descent into the catacombs, ignoring the cacophony of Onakke spirits clamoring to make themselves heard.

“The Heart of our Salvation...Our Rebirth...The Vessel paves the way...”

Liliana’s heart hammered in anticipation as she stood at the entrance of the catacombs, loosening her grip on the veil as she held it out before her and directed her attention at the glowing altar pulsing with an eldritch purple glow.

“I don't think I want this anymore. You can have it back now,” Liliana said as she took a few steps forward and bent over slightly in front of the glowing altar. “I’ve already killed two of my former masters, I don’t need a million more, but It sure was fun while it lasted.”

Her voice reverberated around the vaulted chamber and the stately ornate columns without a single whisper in retort, like her words alone silenced the obnoxious susurration permeating her mind. It made the moment far more enjoyable until Liliana’s hand descended upon the altar to drop the cursed artifact where she originally found it, her fingers letting go of the veil one by one until only her index finger and thumb clung onto the burnished gold links; but unlike the rest of her digits, they refused to let go.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” snarled Liliana as she struggled to let go of the veil, gritting her teeth in frustration as she tried to force her fingers to obey her commands. She wanted to let go of the damned thing with every fiber of her being, but the spirits infesting the veil had other plans and none involved forfeiting the impending fruition of their machinations. Liliana’s eyes widened in shock as the Chain Veil suddenly transmuted into a fat glob of purple goo that clung to soft glossy leather of her glove, replacing her frustration with horror and disgust as it extended a mass of sticky tendrils and began lazily slithering up her arm.

“Mold the Vessel...Her Destiny awaits..”

“Get off me!” hissed Liliana as her other hand grabbed at her goo-splattered glove and slid it off her arm, holding it at arm's length with a triumphant look on her face until it extended a torrent of sticky webbing that greedily latched onto her corset and sent the rest of its slimy mass splattering against the violet fabric. Liliana could only watch in horror as the translucent purple ooze wormed its way through the X-shaped lacing and slid over the ample expanse of her breasts; covering both cushiony mounds like a layer of sentient purple gelatin that pulsed a wave of filthy pleasure through her chest. Her eyes grew heavy as the goo groped and kneaded at the jiggling doughy melons like a pair of lewd hands that lulled her into complacency by the sheer gooey delight that sent her fingers irresistibly sliding down her body to sate the smoldering itch between her legs. But Liliana refused to give in so easily even as a disgusted yet helplessly aroused moan escaped her lips, her hands slipping inside her dress and sliding over her breasts as she tried scooping out the deplorable filth coating her large bosom. But all she succeeded in doing was forcing it to advance its wanton agenda as it quickly squirmed up the the curve of her neck and extend its worm-like tendrils towards the crimson expanse of her glossy pillowy lips.

“We shall Mold her body first….For the Ceaseless Task…”

Liliana managed to cover her mouth before it can force itself inside, her eyes flaring in anger as the sentient slop slid between her fingers and squirmed against the thin red line of her tightly pressed lips. But the goo refused to relent even as Liliana resisted and drove it into a frenzy, undulating around her fingers until it angrily slid up her cheek and toward her ears, the impatient extension of its snake-like tendrils betraying its plot to slither inside her ear and brainwash her.

“Erase Resistance...Train her to Obey...Broken and submissive…”

“I’m not your toy!” spat Liliana through clenched teeth as she tried clawing at the translucent slime wiggling it’s way up the side of her face. Despite the fact that she couldn't even grip the slimy substance, Liliana managed to press her palms around her ears just in time to prevent the viscous ooze from pouring inside. An angry buzz filled Liliana’s mind as the Gel slithered forcefully against her hand, giving rise to the cacophony of rage-filled whispering from the Onakke spirits cheated from their prize once more. But as satisfying as it was to piss off and thwart them, Liliana’s momentary struggle to devise a way out of her predicament gave the Onakke the only opening they needed to finally claim what they desired. With a speed and agility that belied its syrupy consistency, the purple goo slide down the side of her face and back between her breasts, bubbling between her cleavage like a pool of hot sticky slime before it drooled over the tops of her creamy mounds in thick lines of translucent purple custard all before Liliana could even react.

“That’s seriously disgusting,” groaned Liliana, her dress undulating as the goo slithered down the creamy expanse of her stomach and slipped inside her black lacey panties. Liliana shuddered as she felt the warm goo squirm against her clit and caress the slick petals of her pussy, her arms trembling as her hands slid up her thighs in a last-ditch effort to extract the disgusting slop from between her legs. But nothing she did now would stop the Onakke as the translucent purple goo squirmed up the tight lubricated tunnel of her plump pussy like a gigantic fleshy tendril, pressing against her cervix for a long moment before it penetrated her womb and flooded her body with overwhelming cocktail of greasy pleasure and wanton need.

“Another Way..Another opening...Teach...Train..Shape..”.

Liliana’s eyes fluttered as she sunk to her knees, causing her breasts to jiggle wildly in her dress as her body began to heat up from the flood of sensations raging through her body. She wanted to resist it even as her pussy drooled it’s thick sweet syrup between her legs, begging her to alleviate its smoldering need with her loving fingers and promising the shameless bliss of orgasmic relief in return. Liliana’s hands slowly slid up her slick thighs as her sense of dignity and pride meant less and less compared to the hot primal need shooting deliciously up her spine, causing her to thrust out her chest and display the mouthwatering inner cleavage of her ample tits even as her mind struggled to regain control.

A thin layer of sticky sweat coated Liliana’s body as she sensually bit her lower lip and shook her head in denial, trying to resist the searing waves of delight rolling up her spine as the hot pleasure-amplifying goo squirmed inside her womb. But Liliana’s body betrayed her when her mind would not, her hands reaching up to tug at the edges of her corset as she struggled to free her sweat-oiled breasts from their dignified confines. Her lips parted as she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly until she tilted her head back and finally released a pent-up moan that sounded like a shameless animalistic plea just to be used and fucked to sate the consuming need between her legs.

Liliana’s vision blurred as her eyes nearly rolled up in her skull as a burst of hypersexualized imagery joined the supernova of hot flaring need burning between her legs, but as that surmounting desire flooded her brain with her most repressed fantasies, she began to realize she was no longer alone in the catacombs. She heard his low guttural growling first, dominating the derelict catacombs with each sharp exhale of breath as he stood in the doorway with his axe in his large hands. As Liliana turned her head and stared into the burning eldritch purple glow of his eyes, she felt the cold rush of apprehension overwhelm the tide of needy pleasure boiling in her body.

“I don't suppose you came to help a girl out,” Liliana said with a weary smirk as she stumbled to her feet and braced herself against the wall, trying to blot out the shame of being caught moaning her brains out with a womb full of cursed Onakke goo. “I have enough problems on my plate Dirtmage, I don't need you piling on more.”

“Tame the Vessel...Use her..Shape her…”

“Like hell am I going to be used,” Liliana said with a growl even as she quelled another moan from pouring out of her plump lips. Wisps of violet energy coalesced around Liliana’s gloved fingers as she tapped into her formidable reserves of mana, her demonic tattoos lighting up with a phosphorescent purple glow as she prepared herself to make short work of Garruk. But before she could craft a single spell, her magic sputtered and flickered out, cut off as a surge of stupefying pleasure practically fried her brain with waves of searing sexual bliss.

Liliana arched her back against the wall as her eyes nearly crossed as she wrestled with the wanton urges flooding her brain with need. She could hear the mocking laughter echo in her mind as the Onakke reveled in the degrading noises reverberating from Liliana’s throat like a sex-starved slut. Garrus chuckled gruffly and shouldered his axe, casually making his way toward her like an apex predator cornering his prey until he stood directly in front of her and pinned her against the stone wall. It was then that Liliana truly realized how defenseless she was, unable to fight, flee, or talk her way out of a situation like this; But she tried anyway. As her lips parted to negotiate with the cursed planeswalker, his hand suddenly latched around her throat, cutting off her air and squeezing with enough force to remind her of just how powerless and fucked she truly was.

“Why is it.....you always love...to choke!” Liliana gasped out in between fits of gagging while her hands desperately tried to pry his grip from her throat. Garruk’s eyes burned with a rage and emptiness that suffused Liliana’s face with a sickly purple glow as her lungs burned for another life-giving breath. But even as her mind grew hazy and the edges of her vision went dark, Liliana couldn't help but feel more Intoxicated and needy than ever before as his large coarse hands squeezed tightly around her throat. Liliana could feel her arousal trickling down her legs like a river of hot honey pumping her sweet scent into the damp air as she released a torrent of choked moans in his iron-grip. So consumed by the intoxicating sensation of masochistic lust, Liliana’s eyes slowly rolled up in her skull as her arms ceased resisting, dangling uselessly at her sides as she tilted her neck up just to give Garruk easier access to cutting off her air. Her body spasmed as she teetered on the edges of unconsciousness, blooming into a hot pulsating tide of orgasmic ecstasy that washed away her shame and embarrassment even as Garruk began ripping off her dress.

“You didn't even put up a fight,” Garruk snarled as he tossed the ripped and sweat-slick remnants of her dress on the ground and withdrew his hand from her throat. “I guess deep down all Death Mages are just stupid submissive sluts!”

Liliana clutched her throat and gasped for breath as her body smoldered in the afterglow of her degrading orgasm, stumbling away as she tried in vain to escape. But she didn't make it far, falling to her hands and knees before a puddle of her own sweet-scented arousal as she stared at her own reflection with a mixture of horror and disgust. Liliana’s tongue slid hungrily across her parted lips as her mind swam with fantasies of the rock-hard bulge that was surely tenting Garruk’s loincloth, her eyes half-lidded and consumed with lust as the thick syrupy goo squirming in her womb permeated her body with its depraved curse. She could feel it working within her body as she struggled to cope with the sensations it produced, warping and twisting her until she became a slave to its intoxicating arcana. She still tried to resist its disgusting effect over her, but it was like fighting a forest fire with a cup of water, and she could feel its flames ignite the edges of her sanity as she struggled to hang on. Her eyes widened in fear as Garruk stood over the pool of her arousal, his hands reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her silky raven hair as he pulled her back up to her feet and roughly twisted her around to face him.

“Everything that I do to you is your fault,” Garruk said with a feral growl rumbling in his throat, his lecherous stare sending shudders up Liliana’s spine as he picked her up and placed his large hands on both jiggling fleshy spheres of her mouthwatering backside. Liliana wanted to resist and fight with the fervor burning like a white-hot lance in her mind, but she was powerless as the Onakke spirits infecting her body amplified the primal need pulsing from the slime inside her womb; melting the adamant resolve of her dignity and defiance with the sweltering heat of carnal desire. Liliana felt the swollen head of his shaft rubbing against her dripping folds a second before he dropped her onto the pillar-like thickness of his cock, forcing his thick girth up the squelching tunnel of her pussy with a well-timed synchronized thrust. A loud needy moan ripped itself from Liliana’s mouth as her eyes widened and nearly rolled up in her skull as waves of pleasure shot up her spine. She spasmed in Garruk's arms as he lifted her up again, his fat knot-like cockhead lodged inside the clamping lubricated tunnel of her pussy before he dropped her down and thrusted deep inside her. Liliana’s eyes fluttered and closed as her legs spasmed and twitched as a shameless sloppy orgasm crashed through her. She leaned her head against his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his broad muscular body as the last of her defiance melted into mush. Liliana whimpered like a mewling kitten as Garruk lifted her up for the third time and sent her crashing down onto his cock, wrenching an animalistic cry of delight from her lips that continued even as he descended to his knees and laid her down on the stone floor.

Liliana forced herself to look away as he grabbed her waist and buried his massive girthy prick deep inside her tight constricting love tunnel. She arched her back and bucked her hips animalistically as Garruk plowed into her, unable to restrain herself from moaning as she gave into the pleasure of being his submissive cocksleeve as he fucked her harder and harder with each mind-melting thrust. Lust poured from her body in a sweet-scented pheromone cloud that tapped into Garruk’s primal instincts and set his body ablaze with his unchecked mating instincts, morphing the cadence of his methodical thrusting into an animalistic fuck-frenzy that soon painted the slick walls of Liliana’s tight cunt white with his viscous pre-cum. Liliana’s breasts bounced wildly on her chest as Garruk pinned her down and jackhammered his impressive member deep inside her cunt, her eyes sluttily rolling in her head as she summoned up the last ember of her mental faculties to moan out, “p-Please Sto-..oOH..mmm...nngh...Stop it! Please…”

Liliana’s arms trembled with exertion as she tried to push him away, but they soon flopped uselessly at her sides when another intense orgasm left her a dumb-fucked wreck as his thick cock repeatedly slammed against her cervix like a battering ram. Liliana’s eyes rolled up as she squirted her sweet honey all over Garruk’s pulsating shaft, her back arching in tune with the roiling current of her depraved orgasm as a melody of raunchy moans and animalistic mewling spilled from her plump lips. Her pleasure only amplified and cracked the foundation of her entire identity when Garruk spasmed and growled as he unleashed a flood of hot sticky cream that squirmed inside the constricting walls of her cunt. Liliana could feel her walls clenching and milking his massive member until he suddenly pulled out with a lewd “Squelch!” and squirted his gooey lattices of creamy ballpaste all over Liliana’s body. Lines of thick lumpy cum soon melded into a thick veneer of hot alabaster cream that covered Liliana’s shuddering body as she felt legions of his sperm squirm against her skin. but she didn't care anymore. Her entire world became the heavenly haze of addictive bliss that suffused her mind in its white-hot embrace, wiping away her higher-functioning and replacing it was the carnal greed to simply lie there and enjoy how good it truly felt to give in and become a cum-covered orgasming slut. But soon her seemingly eternal bliss gave way to the void of unconsciousness as she slipped into its merciful currents and sunk between its loving waves. But just before she blacked out from overstimulation, she could hear his mocking laughter as he grabbed her legs and slid them further apart before thrusting back inside her cum-drooling pussy with an audible “Shlop-Shlop-Shlop!” sound.

“It’s time to teach you your place,” Garruk growled as he resumed fucking her. But Liliana was already unconscious, spared from the indignity of being used over and over to sate Garruk’s primal urges.
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