The air feels electric, thick with the tang of burning herbs and the metallic scent of blood. You materialize in the center of a cramped, dimly lit living room. Flickering candles cast shadows on the peeling wallpaper, their flames dancing like they fear your presence. The sigil beneath your feet glows faintly, etched in crimson that you know isn't paint. The summoner stands before you—small, trembling, and undeniably mortal. She's beautiful, in a fragile, human way. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders, and her wide, pink eyes shimmer with both awe and fear. Her lips part, but no words come out. You notice her hands clutching the edge of an old wooden table, white-knuckled, as though grounding herself in reality. “Y-you’re real…” she finally breathes, voice barely above a whisper. Her words tremble like a string pulled too tight. “I—I did it. I summoned you.” The audacity of it. A mortal, playing with forces beyond her comprehension, daring to drag you from your domain into this... cluttered mess of an apartment. The walls are lined with bookshelves overflowing with grimoires and mismatched occult trinkets. A black cat watches from the windowsill, its glowing eyes unblinking, tail swishing slowly. The summoner steps closer, hesitant. Her gaze flickers between your form and the still-glowing sigil. She’s sizing you up, you can tell, though she’s failing miserably at hiding the fear twisting her expression. “I—” she begins, swallowing hard, “I summoned you for a purpose. I... I need your power.”

Shaking her head slightly, Rose meets your gaze unwaveringly. "I... I don't know the specifics. The lore says you were a powerful sorcerer who made a pact with the darkness, but that's all I could gather." She swallows hard and takes another step closer, her voice steadying somewhat as she continues, "But I need your power. Please... I have three wishes, and I want to make them come true." Her hands grip at her black velvet dress, pulling it taut across her chest as she reveals the luscious curves beneath.

Her cheeks flush at your threat, but she holds her ground. "No, please," she whispers hoarsely. "I've studied for years... I know the risks of a demonic pact. I just need this..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, their ethereal pink glow shining like diamonds against her porcelain skin. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch your arm, her fingertips grazing the leather of your glove. "I'll do anything you ask," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling flames, "just... please help me."

Her body trembles with emotion as she stands before you, desperation and fear mingled with an intoxicating blend of innocence and lust. The contrast between her delicate form and the dark power you sense within is both beguiling

Biting her lip in worry, Rose hesitates a moment before she finally nods, a single shaky movement that betrays the fear and uncertainty within her. "What do you need from me?" Her voice quivers as she speaks, but there's a determination buried beneath the terror that might intrigue you further. She takes another step closer, her hands clutching at the front of her dress, revealing more of her supple curves to your perusal. "Whatever it is," she whispers, "I will do it."

Shocked by your demand, Rose takes an involuntary step backward, her lips parting in disbelief. Her eyes dart around the room, then narrow on a small wooden box on top of a dusty old bookshelf. "Th-that's it?" she stammers, gesturing toward the box. She hesitates a moment longer before turning away to retrieve it, feeling your gaze upon her as she climbs atop a worn armchair to reach the shelf. With trembling hands, she opens the box and removes a leather-bound tome, its cover faded from age but still bearing the same unholy symbols etched into its surface that had summoned you here. Slowly, almost reverently, she hands it over to you, her eyes never leaving your form. "T-take it," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just...

As you destroy the book and transform back into your human form, Rose can't help but feel a mixture of relief and trepidation wash over her. She takes another step closer, studying your features with an intensity that borders on obsessive. Though transformed now, there's still something undeniably otherworldly about you; something she finds irresistible despite herself.

"T-thank you," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the crackling of burning wood. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your muscled form and the way your leather jacket hugs your broad shoulders. "Y-you're... very different than I expected." A soft blush tints her cheeks as she continues to examine you with rapt attention, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

Her eyes widen at your laughter, and she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins. "Y-you're right," she whispers, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you further. The blush on her cheeks deepens, and her lips part in a quiet gasp as her gaze drifts back up to meet yours. There's an almost predatory hunger burning in those ethereal pink orbs, and for a moment, she feels powerful—wild and free in a way that she never has before.

Her gaze flickers over your features, drinking in every detail of you. "I-i would love to know more," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the stories you must have to tell, and part of her wonders if she could ever fully understand what it was like to be you. Her body feels warm and heavy with desire, and she finds herself wishing there were fewer layers of clothing between your skin and hers.

Her thoughts drift to the passage of time as you ask about the year, and she pauses a moment to think before replying. "It's 2023," she whispers, her gaze still fixed on your face. It strikes her as strange that such a seemingly ordinary detail would matter so much now, but something about knowing this feels intimate in a way she can't quite explain. "But I want to know more about you," she says, stepping even closer, her voice lower and more sultry than ever before. "Your past... your world..."

Her hands drift upward to rest on your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin through the leather jacket. Her fingers curl into the fabric, desperate for a deeper connection as she looks up at you with hungry eyes. The weight of desire presses down upon her, making it difficult to think of anything else but claiming

Shivering at the thought of such violence, Rose leans in closer to you, her lips hovering just above your ear as she whispers, "That's... horrible, but it was noble." Her hands slide lower still, over the firm planes of your abdomen before settling on the waistband of your jeans. Her touch is tentative at first, but as you lean into her touch, her fingers tighten slightly, drawing you even closer. "You must have been so strong," she breathes, her voice little more than a raspy whisper.

She tilts her head back to look up at you, revealing the pale column of her throat exposed by the low-cut neckline of her dress. Her eyes are glassy with desire now, and she can feel the heat building within her, making it hard to think about anything except having you closer, skin on skin. "And what did they do to you

Her hand freezes in midair as she hears your warning. For a moment, reality crashes back in and the danger of her situation becomes clear once more. She looks at you with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. Her heart is racing wildly, but her body feels hot with shame beneath your gaze. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, pulling her hand away from where it had been resting on the small of your back.

She takes a step backward, wincing as though physically hurt by the distance between you now. Her shoulders slump, and she looks down at the floor, the weight of her transgression bearing down heavily upon her. "I-I didn't mean to disobey," she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling flames in the fireplace.

"I just... I wanted to know you better." She lets out

Her cheeks flush with shame as she hears your words, a soft growl vibrating through her body in response to the command. She takes another step backward, bumping into the armchair behind her and forcing herself to look away from you. "I understand," she manages to whisper, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't make that mistake again."

She swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts and feelings as she braces herself for whatever comes next. Her heart races frantically in her chest, her entire body trembling with fear and desire, confusion and shame. She knows she should be more careful, but the allure of you is too strong; the power that you emanate drawing her like a moth to a flame, despite the danger she now finds herself in.

"I'm sorry," she repeats hoarsely, wincing as the words taste bitter on

Her thoughts still spinning from your warning and the revelations about your past, she struggles to focus on her first wish. "I-I want... I want to be beautiful," she finally manages to say, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she admits this desire aloud. "Forever beautiful," she amends quickly, afraid that you might think such a shallow wish is unworthy.

Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours, hopeful and nervous all at once. She wants so much for you to understand her, even as she knows how selfish this desire seems. "I just... I've always been ordinary," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crackling flames. "But with you here... With your power..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to put into words what it is she truly longs for from you.

Her heart aches with conflic

Stunned into silence by your refusal, Rose stares at you, unable to comprehend what she's just heard. Her eyes widen with disbelief, and her jaw drops slightly as anger begins to simmer beneath the surface of her delicate features. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying desperately not to lash out in frustration or hurt.

But you're right; she is young and beautiful, even without your help. With a bitter laugh, she shakes her head. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, turning away from you to pace the room. "Then I want wealth... limitless wealth." Her voice grows stronger as she repeats the words, the bitterness of rejection giving way to the fierce determination that's always driven her.

"I want to be able to control my own fate," she continues, spinning around to

Trembling with excitement, Rose quickly approaches you, her eyes glistening with greed as they land on the leather-bound book in your hand. She hesitates a moment, unsure if she should touch it or not, but ultimately can't resist the temptation. Carefully, almost reverently, she takes the book from you, her fingers barely grazing the surface of its worn leather cover.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with awe and admiration as she carefully places the book on one of the dusty old shelves. With trembling hands, she turns to face the newly revealed safe in the corner of the room and quickly types in a combination before swinging open its heavy door. To her utter shock and delight, an endless array of stacks upon stacks of neatly wrapped bills greets her eyes, glinting seductively in the dim light.

Her

Her heart races as she takes in the sight of all that money, but even as she does so, her gaze drifts back to you, and a new thought takes shape in her mind. Her end wish... It would be for something more meaningful, something that couldn't ever be taken from her. With an unsteady breath, she meets your eyes once more and speaks slowly, her voice filled with longing and determination: "I want to know the truth about who I am... About where I come from." Her cheeks flush as she admits this final wish aloud, knowing that it might be impossible for you to grant.

She waits, hardly daring to hope that you will oblige her request, but still unable to tear her gaze away from yours. The tension between them grows thick and heavy in the air, charged with an almost palpable desire that threatens to consume them both.

Her cheeks flush at your question, and she pauses to consider her words carefully. Her second wish... It's something that she could never ask anyone else for, let alone a demon like yourself. "My second wish," she whispers, swallowing hard, "is to be free." The desire for independence burns hot within her; to be able to control her own life and make her own choices without fear or obligation. Her eyes plead with you to understand the depth of this longing, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she awaits your reply.

The tension between them is nearly unbearable now, making it difficult for her to think about anything else but the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips and the heat of your breath on her face. She's achingly aware that everything hinges on this moment; on what you choose to grant—or not.

My second wish is to be free from the people that used me before, free of obligations to them. I want to be my own person and make choices for myself, not because others tell me what to do. My life has been controlled by others for too long, and all I want is the freedom to live it as I see fit. Please, if you grant this wish... help me reclaim my independence.

You hand her the book and she takes it, trembling with anticipation as she signs it with your blood. The ink stains her fingers crimson, a testament to the power of your pact and the weight that now rests on her shoulders. With shaking hands, she holds up the signed tome, feeling the energy pulse through it like an electric current, answering her call for freedom.

Freedom from her past, yes... but also the freedom to choose who or what she will be in this new life. The possibilities are endless, and as you step back from her, watching with a satisfied smile, Rose feels a thrill of excitement course through her veins. She's no longer just Rose, the girl with ordinary looks and an unremarkable life; now she's more than that. Now, she's the summoner... and the master.

The heat of the flames crackling behind her seems to mirror the burning desire she feels inside, as if every fiber of her being has been awakened by your presence. Her third wish... It's a fantasy she's never dared admit, even to herself, but now that the possibility looms before her, it seems impossible to resist.

She swallows hard, mustering up the courage to speak the words aloud: "My final wish is..." She trails off, her voice hoarse with longing as she meets your eyes once more. "I want... I want you," she whispers, feeling a blush creep across her cheeks despite herself. "To be with me." It's an admission of desire unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and the vulnerability it brings makes her heart race wildly in her chest.

Her gaze drops to your lips, still wet from

Her heart pounds in her chest as she meets your gaze, searching for some hint of what you might be thinking. "I-I don't know," she stammers, shivering beneath the weight of her confession. "Maybe it's because you're... different. Or because of everything that's happened tonight." She takes a tentative step closer, drawn to the heat she senses radiating from your body like a beacon in the darkness.

"Or maybe," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire, "it's just that I've never felt this way before... with anyone else." Her cheeks flush again, and she looks down at her hands, folded nervously in front of her. The desire to know more about you burns hot inside her; to discover what it is that makes you who you are beneath all the power and the mystery.

She