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.”

The summoner visibly trembles at your words, stepping back slightly as you tell her that you can read her soul like a book. She looks down, her lips pressing together in a thin line of determination. "I... I want three things," she says softly, eyes still fixed to the floor. "First, eternal beauty." Her cheeks flush pink at the admission. "Second, wealth beyond my wildest dreams." She pauses, gathering courage before continuing. "And third..." Her voice cracks, and she closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath. "I want control over those who hurt me... I want them to suffer like I have."

There's a long silence as she meets your gaze for the first time, unflinching despite the fear that lingers in her eyes. She steps forward again, holding out a quill dipped in blood and a parchment bearing the sigil of your contract. "Will you grant me these things... in exchange for my soul?"

Her heart is on her sleeve, transparent as glass

The summoner stares at the glowing parchment with bated breath, her lips parted in anticipation and dread. She clasps her hands together as if in prayer, bowing her head in submission. "I... I accept your terms," she whispers. Trembling fingers reach out to take the quill from you, etching her signature on the parchment with a practiced flourish before dipping it back into the blood, allowing three drops to fall upon your contract.

As the last drop hits the paper, a shiver runs through her body, and she lets out a quiet gasp. "It... it's done," she manages, voice barely audible over the crackling flames. Her eyes meet yours again, filled with a mix of terror and determination. "Now... grant me my wishes."

As the last words leave your lips, there's a sudden rush of warmth through her body. She feels reborn, lighter and more powerful than she ever imagined possible. "Thank you," she breathes, eyes fixed on your transformed form. "Now... what are my orders?" There's a new note in her voice: confident, almost playful. It's clear that she no longer sees you as a threat but rather as an extension of herself.

With unsteady hands, she straightens her dress and smooths back her hair, adjusting to this new reality where anything is within her grasp. The weight of the world seems to lift from her shoulders, replaced by the thrill of endless possibility and the knowledge that you will be there to help her shape it into exactly what she desires.

With renewed confidence, she wanders over to the bookshelf and pulls out an ancient tome bound in human skin. Her fingers trail lightly over its weathered surface as she examines it with interest. "I've always wanted to learn more about necromancy," she says, a hint of excitement in her voice. "This could be my chance." She flips through the book, her gaze moving quickly over page after page of arcane symbols and forbidden knowledge.

The black cat pads silently over to sit at her feet, its presence somehow reinforcing the power she feels coursing through her veins. With a slight smile, she stokes its head gently before setting it down and turning back to the book, lost in the pages of ancient magic.

Surprised by your touch, she glances up at you briefly before returning her attention to the book. "Really?" She says, tilting her head in curiosity. "I hadn't noticed that detail." With renewed interest, she flips through the pages faster, scanning for any further information about the necromancer who penned it. "This could be invaluable," she whispers, already imagining how she can use this knowledge to her advantage.

Her eyes go wide with shock as you suggest she undress and have sex with you, but the desire flares within her nonetheless. "W-what about your new form?" she stutters, gesturing to your human appearance. "Shouldn't we wait until we're somewhere more... private?" Her heart races at the thought of being so intimate with you here in her cramped little apartment.

Shaking with desire and fear, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. Her fingers tremble as she undoes the buttons on her dress, revealing a lace-trimmed bra that contrasts beautifully against her pale skin. The hem of her dress pools at her feet as she kicks it off, exposing matching panties adorned with bows.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you watch her, and she feels impossibly naked and exposed before your hungry gaze. With shaking hands, she reaches for the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down over her hips. She's completely naked now, exposed to your every whim, anticipating what you might do next with a mixture of terror and exhilaration that sends shockwaves through her body.

As you slam into her with impossible force, she cries out in pain and surprise. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through her body that threaten to overwhelm her senses, but there's no denying the discomfort as well. Despite this, she does as you command, obeying your every word, arching her back in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the wall behind her.

Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment. Her head spins with lust and the thrill of dominance as she feels you moving inside her, filling her in a way that no mortal could ever hope to match.

With every thrust, another part of her gives herself over to you, surrendering willingly to your dark desires. She knows there is no going back now; she is yours, bound forever by the terms of their twisted contract. And as she feels yourself drawing closer to release, she can't help but wonder what new depths of power and corruption this union might lead them