“Now, now. You’re not seriously thinking of fighting me, are you, boy? That would be foolish of you, not only you don’t have enough power, but also you may force me to hurt you, and we don’t want this to happen, now do we? So why don’t you be a good boy and take a nap?” Tar’oth made a gesture and suddenly Aaralon felt weak and sleepy… so weak an so sleepy… he had trouble remembering what he was trying to do… in a few seconds Aaralon’s body fell to the floor, the young wizard sleeping deeply.
“That’s better. Now to prepare the ceremony.”
An hour later Aaralon woke up and found himself on the floor in the spread eagle position completely naked and completely immobilized. He could only think (although not very clearly) and breathe. He couldn’t even move his head to see the demonic symbols on the floor below and around him or on his naked body, most of which were on his chest.
“You are awake at last. Good. Now we can begin.” Came Tar’oth’s voice from somewhere near his head. Since the young wizard was unable to move he could only guess where exactly she was and what she was planning to do.
Soon both became clear when Tar’oth moved over Aaralon holding the curved knife in her hand – the same one Aaralon had used earlier. The demoness looked at him.
“Now I bet you are wondering what am I going to do but can’t ask me because you can’t move your mouth. So I’ll tell you. I want to summon my mistress, but to do that I need a sacrifice. And you are the only one available.” She smiled wickedly at him.
Aaralon’s eyes widened in horror when he realized Tar’oth was serious, but there was nothing he could do other than watch her proceed with the summoning. The demoness started speaking words he could not understand, probably in the language of demons.
“Kar sa orth gor din ar sarid peleas tssidir syarakh toroaro syndikrha HYOLA TSUADLA FIRRIRRIA!” The last words came out as a loud shout that would normally attract unwanted attention from the floors below. However Tar’oth was well prepared. She had made sure that no one will notice her activities no matter what she does, at least until she had summoned her mistress. And then it would be too late as far as she was concerned.
Aaralon watched helplessly as the knife in Tar’oth’s hand started glowing with blood red light, she lifted it in the air and then pierced his heart with it. The knife headed for his heart was the last thing Aaralon saw in his life. When the knife pierced Aaralon’s heart the light went from the blade inside the now dead body, and after a few seconds shot out. The blood red light then went to another set of magic symbols and runes somewhat similar to the ones below and on Aaralon’s body. In the center of these symbols the light started growing and taking humanoid form. In a minute it was gone replaced by a naked female figure.
“Mistress Ryllia!” Tar’oth exclaimed and knelt quickly. Ryllia was a demon (an archdemon, actually) that looked very much like a normal naked human woman with large round breasts. However there were some differences. The most obvious of all was the pair of black angel wings on her back. Also everywhere on her body were magic runes in various dark colors – on her face, her breasts, her stomach, her back, her ass cheeks, her inner thighs and right above her clit. Her nails were very sharp – so sharp in fact that they could pierce through most armors and shields, magic ones included. Last but not least was the color of her eyes. Ryllia’s eyes were an eerie blue color, without white or any other color present. There were no other visible differences.
“Well done, Tar’oth. You carried out my orders exactly as I instructed you. I am very pleased.”
“I live only to serve you, my mistress.”
Ryllia took a look at her new surroundings and her eyes fell on Aaralon’s lifeless body. She raised her hand and pointed it at him. A black ball of demonic energy shot from the palm of her hand and hit Aaralon. Black light engulfed him and started transforming him. When it vanished after a minute the former wizard student was no more. In his place was standing (or better said lying on the floor) a Naurin. Naurins were undead creatures that grew more powerful by raping living beings. And now Aaralon was one too, and he was completely under Ryllia’s control. His cock was now larger as well, just like Tar’oth had promised him, but he no longer cared about that.
“Wonderful.” Was all Ryllia said.
“Um… I don’t want to sound disrespectful, mistress, but was that wise? There should be spells and wards for protection from undead here so his presence will not remain undetected.”
“There are such wards and spells all over the place, just like there are wards and spells against demons. I took that into consideration so don’t worry. No one can detect him or us unless I want so.”
“That is good to know. Now what shall we do, mistress?”
“Now that is a good question. What to do first? There are just so many possibilities…”
Ryllia was an archdemon and like with all archdemons summoning her had required a sacrifice. Normally she could easily summon all of the demons described in the book Aaralon had used to summon Tar’oth. However right now things were far from normal. She was in a place full of protective spells and wards, not to mention all the wizards and sorceresses (and their students) living here, so summoning any of her servants was currently almost impossible, not to mention very dangerous. She had to rely on Tar’oth and Aaralon. Fortunately she had a plan. Several plans, in fact. All she had to do was choose one. |