Summoning and Submission

((OOC: This thread is closed for myself and kittenofdeath))


Thunder boomed outside the stone walls of the tower, wind howling and causing the roof to tremble at it's force. Crysania's deep purple eyes glanced out the thick uneven glass at the night sky outside as lightning cracked, briefly illuminating the countryside far below. There was power in the air... and a lot of it. This was the night... the perfect night.

She'd been an apprentice mage until very recently, with the death of the man she'd been studying under. Funny, how one could wield such powerful energies and handle such complex spells and tasks that would tax even the strongest of men... but at the same time one could fall prey to something so small as illness.

The book was laid out in front of her, the large leather tome dusty from years of not being used... Until now. The old master had always warned that these magics were forbidden, and the tomes only kept here so that he could guard them from those who may try to use their secrets for ill.

Despite all of his warnings, however, she could not keep herself from picking them up. Spells and rituals for summoning... binding. She'd chosen the one that appeared to be the easiest, designed to summon an imp that she could bind to her and who would obey her every command.

She wore a long flowing purple robe, deep in color and a contrast to her fair skin and blood-colored hair. Long sable lashes surrounded her eyes, and delicately formed lips were perched on her angelic face, making her seem more an angel than a magic user.

She looked out over the binding circle she'd drawn on the floor in red chalk, just as the book had told her to do. Everything was perfect... she'd spent months studying this spell, and waiting for the right night to cast it. Kneeling in front of the circle, she laid her hands on the two power runes before her, closing her eyes and concentrating, focusing her energy into the runes below her palms as she began to murmur the text in the book.

The light in the room seemed to disappear, sucked up by the circle, which gave off an eerie black-red glow, and the air around her seemed to move, swirling. It flipped the pages of the book, lifting her hair around her, scattering the papers that had been on her writing table around the room, but still she kept her eyes closed, murmuring and concentrating.

And then suddenly, she felt as if the circle were pulling on her. She'd expected that... but nothing to this degree. Her heart sped up, her breathing became labored. Something was wrong... very very wrong. Forcing her eyes open, she stared in wide-eyed horror as the gate cracked to life in front of her, dreading what was due to come out of it.

The gates slowly began to open, each inch they did made the air feel heavier, until it felt as if a house was on the girls shoulders, the other side of the door was shrouded in shadow, looking in to it showed nothing but a wall, until two glowing yellow eyes appeared, both fixated on the girl.

“Such a fragile creature” an eldritch voice sounded from deep within the darkness as tendrils of shadow creped out and snaked their way around the girls limbs lifting her in to the air and turning her around “don’t tell me you actually expected to be able to bind and control me, im surprised that such a flimsy thing managed to survive summoning me” the tendrils pulled her closer to the doorway until her eyes were inches away from the glowing yellow ones before her.

“this will be fun” the tendrils threw her back a few meters as the eyes disappeared, the door began to rumble and dissolve, a form stepping through it, still shrouded in shadow. Horns jutted from the head, a spinney, chitinous tail sprouting from behind as the two yellow eyes opened, the shadows slowly fading, revealing the great demon, almost 7 foot with white hair down to its waist with only a loincloth covering him.

He walked over to her and sized her up, holding her down with is foot “im going to give you a choice, serve me or die”

She felt faint, the room weighing down on her. What had gone wrong? An imp should never have required this amount of energy... and... Those eyes... The voice rocked her to the core, making her tremble from both fatigue and fear as she stared back at them in wide eyed horror. When the tendrils came for her, she couldn't find the strength to fight them off, as the gate was still pulling from her to stay open.

Lifted into the air, she was suspended by the tendrils of shadow, whimpering as one moved over her shapely body encased in it's rich velvet robes. It wasn't until after the tendrils threw her back and she hit the wall, sliding to the ground, that she seemed to snap out of her daze enough to think....

Just in time to see the demon stepping from the portal. Oh something terrible had happened... there must have been a misprint in the book! She followed those instructions word for word... She was just struggling to rise to her feet when he advanced on her, pressing her back to the floor with his foot, forcing her to stare up at him. "I... serve... no one..." she forced out through her labored breathing, even as a glowing orb of light formed in her hand and she send it flying at him, hoping to atleast disorient him, if not knock him out so she could get to the book and figure out how to send him back where he came from.

The little globe of magic broke over his head harmlessly, doing little more than making him laugh “a fighter? That should be fun, for a while at least, then I will break you and you will be an obedient little slave” he flick his wrist and lifted her up in to the air, pinning her against the wall.

“Perhaps if you see my true form you would understand just why you are going to lose any kind of fight with me” the book she summoned him with rose in to the air and flew over, the pages flying across until it came to a two page picture of him in his true form.

“You see I can be anything I wish” he started to walk around the room, changing through various forms as he went, first a dire wolf, then a great hulking red brute of a demon, then finally appearing in a form that would be completely human if it weren’t for his glowing yellow eyes “if you think you will not serve, then you are in for a rather… rough, transition period”


(OOC: a picture of his true form http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/258/1/a/The_Final_Demon_by_Lorddragonmaster.jpg)

Crysania let out a soft whimper as she found herself pinned to the wall, struggling hard against her magical bonds, but to no avail. Her breathing was labored from the stress it was all taking on her body, but she didn't give up... or give in. She watched as the book flipped it's pages in front of her, and her eyes went wide at the picture that was displayed before her.

Oh gods... if that was truly what he was... then something had gone terribly... terribly wrong! Panic gripped at her, even a small hint of fear, but despite that, his words kept the defiance in her eyes. Her eyes which, now that he appeared much more human, lingered on his long white hair, yellow eyes...

He was handsome, in a way that seemed to seethe evil, to portray nothing but the darkness from which he'd been summoned. She pulled against at her bonds, a soft sound coming from her that was half a grunt of effort, half a growl of frustration.

"I serve no one! Let me go!" she yelled at him, doing her best to sound more sure of herself than she truly was. She had survived getting him here... could she survive sending him back?

he rolled his eyes in contempt when she yelled, fear and panic were coming off her in waves and she was trying to hide it so badly "gee, thank the gods you yelled at me, or otherwise I might have enslaved mankind" his voice was so sarcastic it was ridiculous "how oh how did you know my one and only weakness?" he swung his arm in a wide arc, the back of his hand connecting with her left cheek with more force than any mere mortal could hope to produce.

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation here, I am either going to kill you, in which case your soul will be mine to torment, or you serve me, either way you do as I say, the latter is a little more pleasant though” he grabbed a small lock of his own hair and yanked it out, the hair quickly growing back. The lock sprang to life like a snake, moving around until it fixated on her neck.

“you are mine, learn to live with it” the hair sprung from his hand, coiling around her neck and started to glow, once it stopped moving and the glow subsided all that was left was a sold metal ring with runes carved in to it, securely around her neck, at first it was too tight to breathe, but it soon adjusted to her neck. He waved his hand again and she dropped from the wall “last chance, will you serve willingly? Or do I get to force you?” a sadistic grin on his face as he finished.

The slap to her cheek made her cry out loudly, pain tearing through her. It would bruise, probably result in a black eye... she couldn't even be sure he hadn't broken her cheek bone, with as hard as he'd hit her. Tears were in her eyes from the pain, sliding down her cheeks as she hung there from the bonds he'd created to hold her up to the wall.

Part of her wanted to give in, to make the pain stop... but she knew what he was. The pain would never stop... not so long as he was on this plane. The only way to make the pain stop was to find a way to send him back to his own plane, after which time she would destroy those blasted books that had gotten her into such a mess.

She glared up at him, despite the darkening bruise and swelling around her eye, tears still sliding down her cheek. "I will never be yours!" she hissed, and in her hand, even as the collar choked her, her hand began to crackle with some hint of power, as if lightning were being created around her fingertips. But she lacked the strength to truly manage the spell, so it simply fizzled out with a soft series of pops and cracks, her body slumping some as she managed to gasp in air, the collar finally loose enough to allow her to breathe.

A few scant strands of hair descended down and wrapped around the front of the collar, lifting up so he could get a good grasp on her chin lifting her until her eyes were staring straight in to his "your tired? Out of breath perhaps?" his voice was mocking yet there was something else, perhaps pity for the weak

"I could make you powerful" he switched to a different tactic, instead trying to appeal to her lust for power, she must have one, why else would she have opened the book? "You lust for power" he leaned in to her ear and smelt death on her, someone must have died, he lowering to a whisper "you master just died and you already loot his forbidden materials, do you truly believe that you wouldn’t end up in the hells the way you were going?”

He pinched her nose until her mouth open to breathe, quickly moving in with a rather aggressive kiss, his demonically long tongue invading her mouth as he let his own dark energy pour in to her, charging her up to the point at which she glowed with a black light and pulled away “you taste like dried Redvine”

She whimpered as she was pulled up by the newly formed collar, forced to look up into his eyes, tears in her own. A few fell, sliding down her porcelain cheeks. Her entire body was trembling, and his words made shame sweep over her. She'd just been curious... she'd just wanted a companion... Did her thirst for knowledge truly make her power hungry? A whimper left her as she hung there, being held up my the collar and chin, her shame clinging to her like a wet blanket.

What had she done? She'd released this beast onto the world and now, all she could truly hope for was that he'd leave her alive, keep her as a toy and not go out to kill other innocents. Her own pain she could deal with... but not the everlasting torment her soul would feel knowing she was responsible for all those lives being lost.

His fingers pinched her nose suddenly, and she looked up at him, confused, holding her breath until finally she was forced to open her mouth and gasp in hard. His mouth came crashing down on hers, and she let out a squeal of alarm, followed by a sound that seemed to border between a whimper of fear, and a moan of desire.

The feel of his essence being pushed into her, coursing through her, was intoxicating. She wanted more... Her body pulsed with that black energy, it seemed to snap and crackle in the air around her as he pulled away, and there was an unusual, unfamiliar tingling forming between her legs. Her nipples grew hard, rubbing against the velvet of her robe. What was wrong with her?

He watched as he body trembled with the unnatural feelings, delighted by the response it got “does that feel good? That’s probably more magical energy that you could hope to experience in your life, but its nothing to me, I have more than I know what to do with” he let go of her and let her fall limp down to the floor, the energy now starting to dissipate without his touch.

“I could go on a rampage, obliterate the entire mortal coil, that might be fun for a few days, apocalypses always are” a cushiony throne appeared from nowhere at the wave of his hands, he sat down and crossed his legs, leaning on his hand as he tried to think of something else to do with his power “say, you’re a local, you should be able to think of something I can do with my power” he leaned over to get closer “maybe you could take some off my hands, you would have to earn it though”

When he voiced her fears, she let out a sob, looking up at him. "No, please... please don't hurt anyone else. I'll do whatever you want, I swear... just don't hurt anyone else."

Her body was still trembling, the after effects of the energy he'd pushed into her, violated her young essence with. Pushing herself to her hands and knees, she crawled over to him, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her as she forced herself to move, to make her way over to where he sat on his throne.

Collapsing at his feet, she whimpered and curled up, looking up at him through wide, sorrowful eyes. "Please... please don't hurt anyone else." She laid her head against his knee, her body slumping against him weakly. Her eyes were fluttering, threaten to roll back in her head as she expended more and more of what little energy she had left.

So tired... her inner voice mumbled softly, and then her body fell limp at his feet, exhaustion claiming her.

A grin spread across his face, he had won "and what do you suggest I do?" he lifted her up on to his lap, her limp form laying across him, he lifted her head up and pressed a finger to her forehead "from this moment on you are my property, I wont slaughter innocents as long as you manage to keep me occupied, now lets see about getting you more active"

he flooded her body with energy again, her body contorting from the rush of power "feel the darkness, let it flow through you" he pulled his finger away and licked the tip, running it down the front of her robe, a thin trail of smoke rising from it before it burst open, her breasts bouncing in to view.

"Not bad mortal" he pinched the already hard nipples, his touch letting more energy flow, so much that they visibly swelled "but now there better"

His words brought a soft sob of defeat from her, but she didn't argue with him this time. This was how it had to be, she knew... If she didn't keep him busy, he would have his way with the rest of the world... and they didn't deserve that. No... this was her mistake, and she would pay the price for her crime.

When the energy was forced into her body, she cried out, letting out a sound that was half exhilaration, half pure pleasure. It was tainted, the stuff he was putting into her... but she didn't care. It felt amazing, and the tingle between her legs grew stronger, her nipples tightening to grow harder beneath her robe. She closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations, her body trembling and convulsing as the energy manipulated it.

And then her robe burst open... she didn't even noticed that he'd burnt it in order to open it himself, and her large, perky breasts came into view. His hand found her sensitive nipple and she cried out, eyes flying open to look at him with fear in her eyes as he forced more energy into her, making the already large globes swell all the more, her nipples straining for further touches.

She whimpered softly, the tingling between her legs growing still stronger. Gods, it was incredible and frightening all at the same time. "What are you doing to me?" she whimpered, her eyes unsure, lacking any understanding at all of what was happening to her body, why he was feeling the parts of her that had until now, just been ignored by herself and, as far as she knew, everyone else as well.

He leaned over her and laughed “its quite simple really, if you would stop to think you would figure it out, but its not like you can concentrate in this condition” he slipped his hand under her robe and felt the skin he couldn’t see, his fingers releasing little pulses of energy as they explored her body

“ill make it simple, its lust, pure uncontrollable lust for what I can give, you’ve been a little book worm, learning magic as your life’s work, you ignored the pleasures of the flesh, but now they’ve stopped ignoring you” his hand slid down to her ass, grabbing a cheek and letting the energy flow spike for a second

“im sure you know of how to play” he pulled his hands from her, leaning back in his chair and resting his arms ont the armrests “you’re a bright girl, figure out how to draw more energy from me, or go cold turkey” he chuckled as the energy began to dissipate from her body and he wondered what she would do.

His hands on her skin, beneath the skirts of her robe, made her shiver, body coming to life as the energy pulsed through her. Her sex grew moist, it's walls tightening around something that wasn't there, and she looked more confused than ever. And then his hand found her ass, squeezing one tender cheek as a shock ran through her, making her gasp her. "Oh!" she cried out, eyes closing as her body trembled and spasmed.

But then he pulled back, telling her to figure out how to draw the energy from him. Whimpers left her, her body growing cold without his touch, his energy and essence inside of her. How was she supposed to draw on him? What on earth did he mean by play?

More whimpers left her, and she looked up at him. "Please... please don't stop... I feel so empty without it..." she pleaded, her hands moving over him, searching for a way to pull the energy from him. She was confused, she didn't understand. Why was he toying with her? She'd never even truly thought about the sins of the flesh until now, and he wanted her to understand everything?

Shifting, she knelt with her knees on either side of his lap, leaning in and kissing his lips in an almost desperate manner, her breasts pressed to his chest and her sex pressing down on his legs without her even realizing she was doing it, hands moving all over his body, searching, pleading with him silently for more.

He sat back, unresponsive as she searched him for any source of the energy, he let a little trickle in to her as she desperately kissed him but nowhere near enough to satisfy her "your close" he pinched her nipple, twisting it slightly but there was no energy in his touch "think lower"

he put a hand on top of her head, forcing her down till she had to get off the chair and kneel before him, his cock starting to twitch beneath his loin cloth "if you want energy, then this is where you will get it, if your skilled enough" he rubbed her head and eased her closer, stopping when her nose was touching the tip of his cock.

He gave her just enough to tease her, to make her hunger all the more for what she knew only he could give. She could feel the tell-tale signs of withdrawl going through her, her body trembling with want for that all too precious stuff that he was no longer pushing into her.

When he broke the kiss she whimpered, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as he pinched and twisted her nipple, making her cry out. Biting her lower lip, she moved as he directed, sliding out of his lap and off the chair to kneel before him, gazing up at him as he rubbed her head, speaking of her getting the energy if she was skilled enough.

Confusion reigned over her face. She didn't understand... what was he talking about? He pushed her closer to his loincloth, until her nose was brushing something firm beneath it, something that bulged out from his body slightly. With trembling hands and an uncertain look in her eye, she pushed up the loincloth to reveal his hard member.

A gasp left her, followed by wide eyes looking up at him. Was that what men were supposed to look like? And were they all that size? A whimper left her as she looked down at his cock, biting her lip, unsure what to do. One hand slid up his thigh, fingertips brushing him lightly, as if unsure, afraid of what might happen. "I don't... I don't understand...."

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her when she looked at him, laughing at how she reacted to the sight, he gave her a few second to get used to it before he put his hands on either side of her head "its fairly simple, start slow, maybe a kiss at first" he pressed her lips to the bulging purple head of his cock, more energy trickling in to her to ease the cravings

"Now open your mouth as wide as it will go, and try not to let your teeth get in the way" he slowly pulled her down on to him and let her taste the power, a low moan escaping his mouth, he stopped only halfway down, it was all he could fit in to her with hurting her "now massage it with your tongue" he said as he began to pull her up and down.

“Aren’t you a good girl? A whore for dark energy, now these are the kinds of things that you have to do for your rewards” he started pulling her down further now, but still far from the base “if you want to feel good, then I have to be kept happy, if im not happy, you don’t get to feel good and if I get angry… then you will feel pain”

Crysania whimpered as he grabbed her head, closing her eyes as he made her kiss the head of his swollen member. A whimper left her, but she did as she was told, opening her mouth wide, curling her lips down over her teeth some in an effort not to let her teeth hit him as he pushed her down on him. Her eyes opened, looking up at him as her tongue worked him, her hands resting on the chair to either side of his legs.

She was fine at first, savoring the feel of the energy pulsing through her, working her tongue over him, suckling gently on his length. But then he began to push her down further, and she found herself gagging slightly with each downward push he put on her head, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

Tears welled in her eyes, her hands gripping the chair tight as her body spasmed slightly at the gagging. Soon enough, the tears were sliding down her cheeks and she was trying to push back against his hands, trying to lift her head, get him out of her mouth so she could breath. Pleading whimpers left her as she looked up at him, gagging once more as he pushed her down on his cock.

He smiled as tears began to slide down her cheeks, he picked up the pace "quit your whining, you not going to suffocate, a dead body is harder to use" he wasn’t lieing, as long as he pumped enough energy in to her little body she could survive just about anything.

He pulled her even further and faster, still about an inch or two away from the base, violently fucking her throat and moaning "there’s still more to go, but you can take it, you better be able to anyway" he slammed it righting to her, burying himself in her mouth right down to the base, holding her there for a second before pulling her off so that only the tip was still inside her, then slamming right back in.

He went in and out with reckless abandon, it would break her neck if he wasn’t feeding her so much energy she would be able to hurt him if she tried. He pulled himself in one last time and exploded right down her throat, pulling out and squirting in to her mouth as he did, then holding her head just in front of him and spraying his seed over her face before dropping her like a used rag and leaning back "acceptable I guess"

He was going to kill her, she was sure of it. Everytime he thrust into her throat, she felt like he was trying to kill her. Her nails clawed at the throne he sat on, panic coming off of her in waves that were almost strong enough to rival the energy he was pushing into her.

And then something happened... he swelled, growing larger, making her sure he would rip her throat in two. And then he was pulling out, leaving a curious sensation running down her throat before spraying a load of sticky white stuff all over her face.

She was tossed to the side, landing in a heap at his feat, coughing and sputtering and gagging, gasping for breath and just thanking the gods that she was still alive. What had he just done to her? And why? What had she done to deserve such punishment?

Crysania knew the magics she'd used to summon him weren't for the feint of heart, but she had never intended to bring something quite so powerful onto their plane. Infact, she never intended to bring anything nearly as powerful as he was. He just came, and she found there was little she could do to stop him now that he was here.

Looking up at him, sobs still wracking her body, she whimpered, curling herself into a ball, pulling the top of her robes tight around her to hide her naked torso.

He stood up and walked over to her, she was so weak, so fragile, a common human trait, he hoped he hadn’t broken his new toy already, it would be so sad to have to find a new one so soon, he scooped her up and held her under his arm, if he did any more to her tonight she would be gone.

"where is your room?" she wasn’t responding, he stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her so he could get a clear answer but it didn’t help "fine, I will provide for you this once" he waved his hand and the throne he was sitting in before turned in to an elaborate four poster bed "on you get" he dropped her on to he bed and rolled her in to the middle of the bed "either get in to the bed of freeze to death tonight, its not my problem"

He climbed in to the bed and closed his eyes, he couldn’t sleep, but he did like to rest, eventually she did crawl under the sheets, he snaked his hair under the covers, wrapping it around her and drawing her in closer to him possessively.

She'd tried to answer him, to tell him where her room was, but she just couldn't stop coughing, couldn't get her body to breathe again well enough to do so. Tears were coursing down her fair cheeks, but she was relieved when he said he would provide for her.

The bed he laid her on was soft and warm, and once she managed to stop coughing enough that her body became relaxed enough to allow her to move, she crawled under the blankets to escape the cold of the tower. Mere moments afterwards, however, she felt something smooth and silky but definately alive wrap around her.

Stiffening, she looked down, seeing his white hair wrapping itself around her, but not in a constricting manner. It gathered her close to him, bringing her tiny body to be nestled against his much larger one. Despite herself, she smiled, and her head lay on the pillow as she curled herself into a ball, nestled into his side. A content sigh left her, and she was soon drifting off to sleep, feeling unusually safe next to him.

At least here... no one but him would be able to hurt her... Would they? Would he protect her from others? She couldn't be sure, but something told her he would. If for no other reason than she was his... and his alone.

He waited until her breathing steadied, she was asleep, he closed his eyes and waited for hours, the sun had come up and she was still asleep, he waited another few hours and she was still asleep, he had enough, he got out of bed and waved his hand, the bed disappearing and leaving her sleeping peacefully on the floor.

"Wake up!" nothing, he prodded her with his foot but she only squirmed a little "dam mortals, why must you be so infuriatingly fragile?!" he leaned over and rolled her on to her back, her magically enlarged breasts rising and falling as she breathed, the cum from the night before dried on her face "now you have to wake up" he pressed a hand to her bare chest, a light shock of energy coursing in to her and waking her up.

"Finally" he stood back up, her line of sight going right under his loin cloth, “now get up” he waited for her to rise and continued “now, as I said last night, take me to your room, now” he may have spared her before when she couldn’t lead her to her room, but now he was quite prepared to punish her and his voice reflected it.

She was having a good dream... Crysania whimpered in her sleep, curling up and batting his foot away as he nudged her with it. But then something happened. A spark of energy too strong to ignore shot through her and her eyes flew open. Her gaze landed on him and her world seemed to come crashing down around her, the gravity of her situation hitting her full force once again.

It hadn't been a dream... it was real. The demon from the portal was real, and he was standing right infront of her, scowling at her and demanding she take him to her room. Scrambling from the bed, she clasped the front of her robe shut with one hand, covering her breasts with the tattered velvet, and hurried out of the tower room.

She followed a winding staircase down and down what were probably a few stories worth, but there were never any landings or doors to turn off onto. When she reached the bottom, she turned down a long dark corridor, following it all the way to the end, where she opened a basic wooden door, nothing special about it, and opened it into a small, sparsely furnished room.

The only things in the room were a small, plain bed bare of any luxury, a writing desk littered with parchment and books and quills, showing that study and the pursuit of knowledge had always been her main task in life. The only other object in the room was a chest of drawers, likely holding her extra clothing and such.

Only one window was in the wall, set high and thin, far too small for even her slight form to escape through. Basic red drapes hung over it to block out the sunlight. Standing aside, she looked around the room, then up at him, wondering why he wanted to be here.