Aaralon was nervous; he was not only disobeying conventional wisdom by attempting a summons but he was flaunting the strict rules of the boarding school by doing so. He was twenty years old and had been in College of Light Shadow for the last fifteen of them, he couldn't really remember what his parents looked like and all that really seemed to matter about them was that they'd given him to the college the very week he'd first shown the spark of magic. He was the brightest pupil the College had seen for centauries, normally he could expect to earn his freedom once he had reached thirty years and had proven to the Master and Mistress that he was a capable wizard. He still had ten years of study to go, ten years of being locked up in a giant library but he was sure this little experiment into forbidden demonology would add a little spice to his life.
The tome of fire flesh was an unassuming leather bound book. It was not until you had flicked past the first few pages of mathematical formulae and warnings against foolish summonings which got out of control did the content really start to get interesting. The bulk of the book was filled with pencil sketches and notes on a wide range of otherworldly entities. Some of the demons detailed therein had inherently practical uses, some of them were clearly best suited for war or assassination but quite a few entries related to succubae and insucubae; sex demons. He planned on starting small - quite literarily - the Tar'oth Imp was a mere six inches tall. She looked rather cute in the fire flesh tome, a little fairy with bat wings and pert breasts but it was a shame that the hair of her goat-like legs covered up her cunt. Trust a female demon to have hairy legs. Aaralon didn't imagine that the Tar'oth would be able to do anything for him, he simply wanted to see whether he could summon, control and banish her successfully.
The night sky held little cloud cover and through the skylight of the long forgotten attic room in which he had sequestered himself for tonight's experiment in illegal magic he could see the full moon had reached its apex. It was know or never. Aaralon drew the blade of the curved knife over his palm and tilted his hand so that the drops of his blood fell into the bowl of ingredients below. The fetish talisman was complete. Aaralon read from the tome, "Osau R'eia Myoth Hgaor T'ros Uya's..." He had completed chants which had lasted longer than this before but had to admit that the thirty minutes of this summoning rite was the most taxing he had attempted yet. Aaralon closed the "borrowed" book and sighed. Nothing had happened; he must have made a mistake.
"Awww, the little boy looks lost," the voice was very quiet and came from somewhere behind him. Aaralon span around and there was his Tar'oth, just as the book pictured. The imp gave him a twirl, spinning around to show herself off, "Like what you see? I bet you fancy a fuck... too bad that I'm way too small for you. You silly bugger; you read the words wrong. If you'd summoned me right I'd be nearly six feet tall." Tiny hands caressed her breasts, "Imagine how good these would look if they were bigger. This is what you do, I'll tell you the extra words to chant and they'll grow me to my real size." The imp flapped her wings and flew up to Aaralon's face, "Then, as a reward, I'll grow your cock by an inch and suck it for you. I wont be able to call you little boy then. So, ready to repeat these magic words?" |