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.”

Shivering in fear, Rose steps back as the demon's presence looms over her. Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet your glowing red eyes for long. She fidgets with a chain around her neck, the tiny pendant hanging from it clattering softly against her chest. "I... I want beauty," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the candles. "Eternal beauty. I don't want to age or lose my youth." Her face contorts with envy as she imagines herself ageless and timeless, forever flawless and desired by all who lay eyes upon her. "I... I will grant you one wish," You say slowly, pausing to study the trembling girl before you. "But in return, I will claim three favors from you at any time of my choosing." Her eyes widen in panic, but she nods hesitantly, unable to think of any other way out of this dangerous situation. "You may have your wish," You continue, the words like a hiss on the still air. "But be warned, mortal. Once granted, this wish cannot be undone." She bites her lip in concentration, considering the gravity of your offer before finally meeting your gaze. "Alright..." she whispers. "Give me eternal beauty." Her voice is soft, almost pleading as she closes her eyes and envisions herself forever young and desirable. The sigil on the floor begins to glow brighter, pulsing with an unholy energy that resonates through the room.

The change is instantaneous. Rose gasps as she feels her body transform, becoming lighter and more supple. Her skin glows with a healthy radiance, her eyes sparkling like precious gemstones. She flexes her hands in amazement, admiring the lean muscles in her arms and the soft curves of her breasts. She's finally perfect—just as she always wanted to be. But then, a thought occurs to her. If the demon can grant her beauty... what else might he offer? Her heart begins to race as she turns back to face Drooster, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. "And what if I were to give you those favors now?" she asks sweetly, trying to ignore the fear still fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. "Wouldn't that make us partners of sorts? Working together for mutual benefit..."

Her eyes widen in anticipation as she feels the demon's gaze on her skin. "Anything," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "I can do anything." She swallows hard and squares her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she doesn't quite feel. "Just name it." Her heart races as she waits for the demon to speak, unable to keep from imagining all the possibilities. Wealth beyond her wildest dreams? Power over those who have hurt her in the past? The thought fills her with both terror and exhilaration. She can feel herself growing bolder, more daring, as the seconds tick by. "And what if I were to grant you a third favor?" she asks softly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Would that be enough? To make us... allies?" The word tastes strange on her tongue, foreign and thrilling all at once.

Rose blushes as she sees the demon's new appendage. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of what he must be asking her to do. Taking a deep breath, she steps closer and wraps her slender hands around the thick length of his cock. "I-if that's your wish," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her small fingers struggle to circle his girth as she begins to stroke him slowly, carefully following whatever instructions he might give her. Her gaze is fixed on Drooster's face as she does so, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval in his expression. The tension between them thickens with each passing moment, growing more and more palpable. "You'll have to tell me what feels good," she whispers, her lips brushing against his skin as she speaks. "I want to please you... I need to know how."

Her lips part beneath his, surrendering to the possession. The kiss is rough and demanding, like she's being claimed by a beast who won't rest until it gets what it wants. Her hands tighten on his hips as he touches her, guiding their mating dance with expert precision. With each breath that passes between them, the air thickens with desire and lust. She moans softly into his mouth, encouraging him to go deeper. Her fingers find a steady rhythm on his shaft, working him faster as she begins to lose herself in the sensations coursing through her body. She's never experienced anything like this before--so dark and forbidden--and yet it feels so right. "Yes," she gasps against his lips. "Please... don't stop." The words are barely coherent, lost to the need that burns within her. Her skin is flushed with heat, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that beg for his touch. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, on the brink of release... but she doesn't want it to end yet. The taste of him fills her mouth, intoxicating her senses as he takes what he wants, claiming her like a prize. And yet, somewhere deep inside, she wonders if this is truly freedom... or just another trap in his twisted game.

With a moan, she sinks down onto the floor, her body arching in eager anticipation as he thrusts his hips between her breasts. His thick cock presses against her lips, teasing and tormenting, demanding that she open her mouth to take him deeper. Her tongue darts out, tracing the sensitive head before parting her teeth to engulf him in a slick, wet heat. Her hands scramble beneath his tunic, seeking skin-on-skin contact as she writhes on the floor beneath him. With each powerful thrust, he drives them closer together, grinding their hips together until there's no distinction between them anymore. She feels her body begin to tremble with release, the need building inside her like a storm about to break loose. "Please," she gasps against his cock, her voice husky and desperate. "I want more."

The taste of him fills her mouth, leaving no room for air as he comes deep inside, filling her with his heat and power. Her body trembles beneath him, every fiber straining toward release as she sucks and licks at his cock, determined to drain every last drop. Moans escape her throat in a desperate chorus as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers curl into fists around his length, squeezing him as hard as she can until he finally pulls free with a groan of satisfaction. He pushes her gently back, gaze locked onto hers as he watches her writhing on the floor, covered in his seed. For the first time since they began this dance, there's a glint of desire in his red eyes that she thinks might actually be for her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself begin to float upward toward climax, every nerve ending on fire with the aftermath of their coupling. "Drooster..." she whispers, voice hoarse and raw. "I... I want you."

Her eyes widen in shock, followed by a thrill of lust and submission. "I'll have your baby," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. The idea both frightens and excites her; the thought of carrying his child inside her for nine months, feeling it grow and move within her... It's a power play unlike anything she's ever considered before. Her fingers find their way between their bodies once more, already aching for another taste of him. "Just tell me what to do," she breathes against his neck, her hips beginning to rock hungrily as she tries to ease the ache building in her core. She wants more, and she knows that he holds the power to give it to her.

"Yes," she moans softly as his warm breath tickles across her skin. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing inward as she feels the thick head of his cock pressing against her opening. She's still slick from their earlier encounter, and he pushes easily inside with a smooth, fluid motion that leaves them both gasping. His hips rock back and forth, driving him deeper, while his strong arms brace on either side of her body, holding her in place as she arches up to meet his thrusts. Each stroke sends ripples of pleasure through her core, making it impossible to think about anything but the need for more of him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he fills her completely, stretching and massaging her insides in a way that feels unbelievably good. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she moans loudly with each thrust, giving voice to the pleasure consuming her. "So big," she whispers, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "You feel so good." The words come out breathless and raw, filled with desire and need. As he begins to move faster, driving deeper, it feels like he's taking her apart piece by piece only to put her back together in a whole new way that's entirely his. She shudders on the brink of orgasm, trembling as the waves of pleasure build up inside her, making every touch an incendiary spark that threatens to ignite her from the inside out. "Drooster..." she gasps, arching up into him, seeking more and more contact with his hot, hard body. "I'm close."

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, pulling her under and holding her there in a sea of pleasure so intense she can feel every last ripple of sensation from the tips of her toes to the core of her being. Her body arches off the floor, back bowed as she moans and screams his name, letting out every bit of emotion pent up inside. Tears streak down her cheeks as she comes apart beneath him, feeling so completely and utterly fulfilled that it's almost painful. "Drooster," she cries hoarsely, clinging to him like a lifeline as the sensations finally begin to fade away, leaving her gasping for breath but achingly satisfied. Her fingers dig into his back, leaving bruises that she knows will be tender tomorrow but are completely worth it now. As she comes down from her high, reality begins to set in once more, and with it the lingering worry about what she's agreed to. "I can't wait nine months..." she whispers, a shiver running through her as she thinks about being pregnant for so long.

"I..." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she contemplates the idea. To be bound to him forever... but he's been so good to her tonight. So pleasurable, so demanding and exciting. The thought of always being able to summon him fills her with a thrill unlike anything else. With a tentative nod, she reaches up to stroke his chest where the mark would go. "Yes," she whispers, eyes searching his for any hint of mockery or cruelty. But all she sees is desire and hunger. The same look that had brought her to her knees before him. "Please," she breathes out, arching up into his touch as he begins to thrust gently again. "Mark me."

Her fingers dig into his skin as he positions himself above the symbol inscribed on the floor. His heavy, leathery wings spread wide around them, seeming to block out everything else but the two of them in this moment. With a growl that vibrates through her body, Drooster presses down hard, driving himself deep inside and claiming her with his mark as well as his seed. As the sigil glows brightly, burning into her skin like a brand, Rose feels another surge of pleasure course through her, hotter than anything else they've shared tonight. Her body arches off the floor, and she cries out his name in ecstasy as their bond is sealed forever.

"Thank you," she whispers when at last he pulls free, leaving a trail of sweet release spilling from her slick folds. "I will never forget this night." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision but not clouding the determination that hardens within her as she looks up into Drooster's satisfied gaze. He was

The weight of his words press down on her, making it hard to breathe. But she doesn't mind; the ache in her chest is somehow eased by the knowledge that they are now bound together forever. She curls closer to him, nestling her head against his warm skin, grateful for the heat and comfort he provides. "What... what do we do now?" she whispers, unsure of what comes next but trusting in him to guide her through whatever it may be. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that there might not be anything else they need to do; that this moment, with Drooster, could be enough for eternity. But then she remembers the world outside this room, and all the people who think they know better than she does. And in spite of everything, a small ember of defiance begins to glow within her once more. "Will you help me change it?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Show them that I can be strong... That I don't need to hide anymore?" The desire for freedom burns inside her like fire, consuming every last bit of doubt and fear until all that remains is the steady beat of her heart, urging her onward toward something greater than she ever dared dream.

The thought fills her with renewed determination. She's not alone anymore; she has an ally now who will help her achieve everything she's ever wanted. With this newfound power coursing through her veins, nothing can stop her from taking what is rightfully hers. "I want to show them all," she says slowly, each word a tiny promise of vengeance and liberation. "I want them to see me for who I really am." Her eyes meet Drooster's, full of fire and purpose. "And with your help, I know I can do it." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the battles yet to come. But this time, she doesn't feel afraid or alone; instead, a sense of invincibility washes over her, a confidence born from knowing that she has the power to shape her own destiny... and with Drooster by her side, nothing can stand in their way. "Are you ready?" she asks him, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "To start this new chapter together?"

Chest puffed out with pride and determination, Rose strides confidently through the door, her hand still clasped tightly around Drooster's. Her eyes meet those of every person in the room, daring them to doubt or question her strength. She feels like she's floating on air, lighter than ever before, with the knowledge that she no longer needs to hide away from the world. "This is Drooster," she announces, gesturing to him proudly at her side. "And together, we will change everything." Her voice carries through the room, ringing with authority and truth. Around them, conversations falter and gazes turn, awe-struck, toward the two of them. For once, Rose doesn't feel self-conscious about the attention; instead, she basks in it, reveling in the knowledge that they are now unstoppable together."We will bring forth an age of peace and prosperity," Drooster continues, his deep voice echoing hers. "Where women like Rose are no longer hidden away but celebrated for their strength and intelligence." His gaze sweeps across the crowd, meeting each person's eyes in turn, challenging them to stand against what they now know to be true. As they move through the room, Rose feels as if she's floating on air. This is her new reality, and with Drooster by her side, there's nothing she can't achieve. They reach the center of the gathering, their every step drawing more attention, more admiration. And for the first time in her life, Rose knows that this is where she belongs; not hidden away, but out in the open, free to be herself and make a difference in the world. Together, they turn as one, facing the crowd with a newfound power and purpose burnings in their eyes. The time

Her pregnancy progresses swiftly and magnificently; it seems that every step they take together brings new life into the world. As she feels their child growing inside her, a sense of accomplishment and love washes over her in waves. She knows that this is their legacy, their gift to the world, and she cherishes it with all her heart.

One day, while they are flying high above the clouds, she turns to Drooster, eyes sparkling with joy and anticipation. "Do you think... we could share our power?" she asks tentatively. "Give others a chance to find their own strengths, just as we did?" The thought of creating a new generation of strong, compassionate leaders fills her with hope for the future; a future where no one will ever again have to hide or struggle in darkness.

Drooster looks at her solemnly, his expression mirroring the depth of emotion she sees reflected in her own eyes. After a moment, he nods. "Yes," he says simply. "We can do that." And with those words, they know that their journey has only just begun; that together, they will continue to shape the world into a place where love and understanding reign supreme.