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I’d been minding my own business when I felt the summons like a fishhook that snagged me behind the naval and started tugging insistently. Not painful exactly, but not pleasant either.
I sigh. Here we go again.
The world around me begins to dissolve in a haze of red light and crackling flame.
What will it be this time? A madman with his mind bent on domination? A righteous warrior calling me forth for single combat? A tyrant king who wants to consult the knowledge of the world below to make his petty domain more closely resemble mine?
Each would be more tiresome than the last.
But the hook is set, the words are spoken, and I am called, whether I wish it or not.
As the red light flares brightly once more I sense myself being ripped through the spheres, deposited unceremoniously on the planet Earth. I brace myself as I land, ready for anything.
The atmosphere is thicker here, cool compared to the heat of the spheres below. I feel it on my skin, the moisture in the air clinging to me in small droplets that steam away as soon as they form. Soon enough I will cool down so that they can touch me– for now I remain, to borrow one of their phrases, ‘too hot to handle’.
As the smoke and steam begin to clear my eyes dart around. Normally the one who summons me is standing before me, proud of what they’ve accomplished.
Not so this time.
I almost miss her at first.
She is nearly two feet shorter than I am, perhaps five feet tall if she were to stand on her tiptoes. She has chestnut hair that reaches her shoulders in waves and skin that looks deliciously tanned– what little I can see of it anyway.
She wears a white bathrobe for modesty.
It just makes me want to rip it off.
Her skin is flushed from the ceremony and the heat I’ve brought with me.
I can already see in my mind’s eye what she will look like when I am through with her.
“I h-have summoned you.” she stammers, her brown eyes so wide that I can see myself reflected in them– all seven feet of me, with carmine-red skin and curling brown horns, with wings that slowly begin to spread before her gaze, and a tail that flicks back and forth hypnotically.
I want her to see me. I want her to see exactly what she’s brought into the world.
She swallows as her eyes take me in– take in all of me, including the part of me that hangs between my thighs.
Because I’ve seen this kind of summoning before too.
I know how this night will end.
She swallows hard.
“I have s-summoned you,” she tries again. Her eyes are fixated between my legs. “-to do my bidding…”
“And what is that bidding, beautiful one?”
She blushes, and I know then that she has at least read the basics of my kind.
We can twist words and appear to say one thing while meaning another.
But we cannot lie.
She is beautiful.
“I want… I want you to show me… what it feels like…”
She bites her lip, her blush deepening.
“…What it feels like to orgasm.”
She tenses as my cock does too. Even among us immortals there are certain things that never, ever get old.
“Is that all?”
She nods.
Her robe falls open at the neck, revealing the pale skin beneath– The hollow of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts.
“Don’t hurt me,” she adds quickly, “and stop if I tell you to.”
“Of course.”
I wouldn’t do the first anyway– she hasn’t earned that– and she won’t want me to do the second.
“Is that… it?” Her question betrays more than a hint of nerves.
“That is for you to decide. What shall I call you?”
“Avery,” she whispers.
“Avery…” I let the name fall from my tongue like sweet honey. “I am Rigel, but you know that already, don’t you?”
She nods again. The robe opens a little more.
Her stomach tenses– a natural response to seeing me in all my glory.
“Then I think we’re ready to begin. All you need to do is break the circle…”
She hesitates, but only for a moment. The heat from my body seems to have found its way into her cheeks.
I can tell by the way her breathing changes that’s not the only place it’s gone.
Her hand trembles as she goes to mar the chalk circle that binds me within its circumference.
The spell disappears all at once; the fishhook behind my naval popping out of existence as quickly as it had arrived.
I don’t waste any time.
“Let me get you out of this…”
She bites her lip again as I pull the robe from her shoulders. It falls to the floor in a heap.
I can smell her arousal. Another thing that never gets old.
She is warm in my hands, gentle and pliable as I pull her to me, pressing my mouth to hers. She mewls softly as our lips meet for the first time. She tastes of strawberries.
“How many times have you tried before?” My voice is low– it’s just the two of us in this room, but I want her to know that, to know that for the time being, we are the only two beings in all the cosmos.
“I don’t know,” she confesses. “Lots. By myself. With others…”
The thought of her with someone else shouldn’t bother me, but it does. A product of being who I am, I suppose. Of being what I am.
For tonight at least though, she is mine.
My fingertips start to explore her. She tenses, but as I allow her to get accustomed to my touch she eases into it by degrees.
“These others,” I murmur as my hand moves between her legs. “Did they do this?”
She gasps softly as I rub her sex, running a fingertip through her folds and up to the tender blossom of her clitoris.
“S-sometimes,” she admits, her hips moving in time with my touch. “But– not like this…”
“No, I imagine not…”
The world shrinks to just the two of us. My wings encircle her, casting her pretty face in shadow.
“What- what are you doing?” Her voice is uncertain, but her hips cannot hide her need.
“You don’t need to focus on anything else right now,” I tell her firmly. “Just me. Just this finger. Close your eyes…”
She looks deeply into mine first, searching them for any sign of treachery, any sign that I am somehow going to harm her.
But I have sworn not to. And she knows I cannot lie.
And so she allows herself to surrender.
Her eyelids flutter closed as my finger continues to work.
“Your body is a wonderful thing, Avery.”
She shudders as I say her name again.
As I tell her another truth.
“Your body is capable of so much pleasure. You need that, don’t you?”
Her breathing is shallow. It hitches every time she grinds herself across my finger.
“Yes,” she whimpers softly. “I need this.”
“You’re going to orgasm tonight.”
Another truth.
Her knees buckle.
I follow her down, easing her to the floor, my finger never wavering in its mission.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to make you mine.”
A staccato moan slips free from between her lips.
“Keep your eyes closed. Focus on how it feels. Focus on what your body is doing.”
She scrunches her eyes even tighter.
“Good girl.”
Another whimper.
I shift around behind her, my hand never leaving its post between her legs. My cock aches with desire.
Kneeling as she is, it’s a simple matter to wrap an arm around her upper chest and pull her into position. She yields as readily as a willow branch.
She feels like home as I slide into her– warm, hot even. She grunts as my length fills her.
She was ready for me, as I knew she would be. Her arousal coats my shaft. Her inner walls pulse around me.
“Focus on how it feels to be filled,” I murmur into her ear now. My finger still teases her clit, which has grown to a tender nub of nerves and anticipation.
Her hips rock back, seeking more.
I give it to her.
Inch by inch she takes my body.
Inch by inch I take her mind.
I feel her core starting to shake as the head of my shaft presses as far into her as I can reach.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I growl.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck, yes!” Her hands fly to her mound as I pull out, fingers fluttering with the sudden absence of me.
It doesn’t last long.
She cries out again as I fill her once more.
And again.
And again.
And again.
The room fills with the sound of her, a chorus sung by her voice alone.
“You’re going to cum soon.”
No room for argument.
No twisting of words.
Just simple truth.
For some time now my finger has been avoiding her clit directly– circling around it, sliding all the way down to where my cock is entering her and then back up again, but never touching it.
That changes now.
I shift my hips so that the head of my cock grinds against the place on her inner walls that makes her whimper.
At the same time, my finger slides up to her clit, rubbing it gently at first, then harder as something inside her cracks wide open.
She screams as she cums, so loudly that even with my wings muffling the sound around us I imagine anyone walking outside would hear her. Her core clenches so hard she nearly pushes me out– I have to thrust in deep to stay inside her. She would fall over but for my arm that now curls just below her chin, raising her head up so that I can kiss her as her world shatters.
You may wonder why I do this, beyond the simple pleasures of the flesh.
This is why.
For the rest of her life, she’ll remember the feel of my lips on her neck when she orgasms. She may take other lovers, in time. She may even teach them to mimic some fraction of what I have done here tonight.
But she will always feel me when the moment arrives.
That is my price.
As she cries her pleasure to the skies above I feel the magic settle into place. Part of her mind will always be with me. Part of her body will always remember my touch.
“Good girl, Avery,” I purr, as she tries to re-assemble the fractured pieces of her mind. “That felt good, didn’t it?”
I take her silent nod as a compliment. I’d be disappointed in myself if she’d been able to speak.
“Now that we’ve broken the seal…”
“Ah… ah… ah…” Her breathing is labored. My cock is still inside her, throbbing with my own need.
I lean in so that my voice is for her ears alone. My tongue flicks at her earlobe as I deliver the line that will ensure she will never forget me so long as she lives.
“Give me one more.”
Her eyes open wide with shock as I move inside her again.
“I… I don’t know if I can…”
“You can.”
She shivers. She feels the truth embedded in those words. And what’s more, she believes them.
“And you will.”
This time the shiver is more than that. It’s an acceptance. It’s a surrender. It’s an invitation.
I don’t hold back. Her first orgasm was about her pleasure. This one is about ours. My cock slams into her over and over, faster now than before. I know her clit will be sensitive after cumming so recently and so I take the opportunity to play with her breasts instead, focusing on her nipples and bringing them to diamond-like harness between my fingers as they sway in time with my thrusts.
It isn’t long before I feel the familiar ache in my loins. Her body is tensing again too, making up for lost time by driving her to another orgasm so quickly.
It’s a race to see who will be the first to break.
Her ass feels divine against my thighs every time she presses back against me. Her soft breasts are sublime in my hands as I massage her nipples between my fingers. Her voice is angelic in my ears as she whimpers out a series of yesses that rise in pitch and volume with every movement.
Fuck heaven. This is paradise.
I feel her pussy clenching on me in the same instant I start to explode inside her. Together we ascend to a higher place, and as I ruin her I make her whole again too.
Her body knows what it can do now. She will never be the same.
I hold her close to me as I fill her, savoring every moment.
She surprises me by arching her back, her lips seeking mine.
“Thank you,” she sighs. Her eyelashes quiver as my cock throbs one last time.
The memory of most summonings fades in time; the stories become so familiar that they all blend together. The madman destroys himself. The warrior is defeated. The tyrant is overthrown.
But I will never forget Avery. I will never forget the way her brown eyes seemed almost sad to see me go– a rare thing, for a human. I will never forget the way she looked at the end, standing proud and naked and with my seed running down her inner thighs. I will never forget the words she said as the red light bloomed to take me back to my domain.
“Someday, we’ll meet again…”
It was the damndest thing.
It had the ring of truth to it.
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