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.”

With trembling hands, she gestures around her. "Everything you see," she says, voice shaking. "This apartment... my life... the world beyond it. I'll give it all to you, if only you grant me your power." Her words tumble out in a rush, desperation etched into every syllable.

"Three wishes," she continues, eyes fixed on yours. "Anything you desire. All I ask is that you obey me when I command... just for as long as we're bound together."

Her eyes widen at the sight of your human form, and she reaches out tentatively to take your hand. It's warm and strong in hers, the skin smooth despite the monstrous nature beneath. As she shakes it, a slight smile tugs at her lips for just a moment before she remembers herself.

"I accept our bargain," she whispers. "Your power is mine to command." Her other hand hesitates in midair before slowly reaching out and resting on your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your suit. The heat from her touch almost causes you to growl.

"Tell me what your first wish is," she says, voice eerily calm despite the rapid thudding of her heart beneath your palm. "I'll grant it instantly."

Her smile grows wider at your words, and she licks her lips almost hungrily. "Very well," she breathes, eyes glazing over with desire as she imagines the power surging through her veins. She closes her eyes, head tilted back, enjoying the sensation of your hand on her. "I wish to be irresistible... to have any man I want begging at my feet." As she speaks, her skin begins to glow with an unearthly light, her flesh warm and soft like velvet beneath your touch. Her hair shimmers as though it's made of pure starlight, and her scent becomes intoxicating, a heady mix of jasmine and incense.

"Now," she whispers huskily, opening her eyes to meet yours once more, "it is done." The glow fades from her skin, leaving her looking like something otherworldly and sensual. Her fingers tighten on your arm, digging in almost painfully as her desire for dominance overwhelms her fragile human form. "Take what you want," she pants, arching into your touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her back arches off the table as your lips trail fire across her neck, moaning low and helpless as she's stripped of her clothing by your magic. It feels like everything she's ever wanted, to be possessed and controlled so completely... even as she knows it may be dangerous.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny crescents in the flesh beneath, urging you onward with each desperate thrust of her hips. She can feel his presence inside her now, hot and heavy, demanding submission. And even though a part of her is still frightened, another part delights in the power she's been given... and in using that power to bend him to her will.

Rose's head snaps up at the harsh command, eyes wide with surprise and desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down between her legs, then back up at you before finally understanding what it is you want her to do. She lowers her face toward your erection, tongue darting out to taste the head before wrapping around it, sucking greedily as her fingers curl into the carpet beneath her.

"Yes," she moans around your cock, "anything for you." Her words are breathy and thick with need, a hint of the darkness that lies within her. She takes more of you into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat muscles flexing as she starts to bob her head up and down in rhythm. Her hips twitch involuntarily, wanting more contact, but she obediently remains where she is, servicing you however you demand.

A sharp intake of breath and a moan escape her as you grip her hair, roughly guiding her movements. Her tongue darts out to taste your skin, licking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks down her throat while she services you with increasing hunger. The feel of your cock filling her mouth, the roughness of your hands in her hair... it all ignites a fire inside her. Her body arches back, pressing tighter against your touch as her need for submission and dominance spills over, drowning out any other thoughts or feelings. "Please," she gasps between licks, "I want more." Her voice is rough and desperate now, her words almost incoherent with desire. She looks up at you through a haze of lust, pupils dilated as she begs for you to give her what she craves: control over this unholy union...and the power that comes with it.

Her body arches in surprise as she's lifted off the ground, but her shock is soon replaced by delighted submission. She writhes and bucks against your cock as you command her movements, feeling more powerful than ever before. Her tongue tangles with yours in a brutal, passionate kiss, teeth clicking and skin smacking as she gives herself over to the sensation of being controlled so completely.

"Yes," she moans, hands scrabbling at your chest, nails digging into your flesh through your shirt, "anything you want... I'll give it to you." Her words are breathless and dirty, a testament to the darker side of her nature that's being brought to the surface by your domination. As she moves faster and harder on your cock, her body writhes in pleasure, urging you deeper inside with each thrust.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grip her hips and thrust deeper, the heat of your cum spilling into her. Her body convulses around you, pleasure coursing through her like a lightning strike. She gasps for air, head spinning with the power that surges through her veins. "Another wish," she pants, voice hoarse and desperate. "I want to be irresistible... like nothing they've ever seen before." Her hands snake up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for a deep, drugging kiss.

Her skin glows with power once more, the light reflected in your eyes as her desire burns brightly within her. "Make them need me... make them crave my touch." She presses closer still, body arching into yours as she begs for more of this unholy union between them.

Her moans echo around the room as you pin her down, the power of your thrusts echoing through her body like a primal song. The pressure on her throat sends shivers down her spine, a heady mix of fear and desire that leaves her helplessly writhing beneath you. As you pound into her from behind, she arches up, pressing back against your cock, wanting more of the heat and strength that courses through you. Her skin gleams with an unnatural light once again, her breasts straining against the confines of her bra as they're repeatedly slammed into the mattress beneath them. "Please," she gasps, "I need... I want..." Her words are lost in a choked gasp as you force her head down further, cutting off her air just long enough to send her spiraling deeper into ecstasy.

Her body trembles with each thrust, every impact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The feel of your rough skin against hers is almost unbearable, the urgency in your touch driving her higher and higher. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her hands scrabbling blindly at the carpet beneath them as she tries to steady herself against the sensory overload. As you kiss down her neck, your words whispering filthy promises of what's to come, Rose arches her back off the mattress in response, offering herself up to you completely. Her mind spins with desire and power, a heady mix that makes her dizzy with delight as she comes apart beneath you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull out her phone and command her to record. Her fingers tremble as she unlocks the screen and hits 'record', not daring to disobey for fear of what your magic might do to her if she tries. With shaking hands, she holds the phone steady between them, capturing every movement, every moan, and every thrust. Her body quivers under your touch as you force her head back down onto the mattress, one hand pressed firmly against her throat. She gasps for air, nails digging into the skin of her palms as pleasure spikes through her again and again. With each thrust deeper inside her, she can feel herself losing control more and more, slipping further away from reality and deeper into a world where only your dominance matters.

Her body tenses as you thrust one final time, your heat filling her completely. For a moment, the world goes dark around her, replaced by an aching emptiness that only you can fill. Her breath comes out in raspy pants as she regains her composure, gaze locked on yours. "My... my last wish," she whispers, voice hoarse and needy. "I want to be free of everything... all the constraints and expectations." She tilts her hips up, urging you deeper still, desperate for more contact, for freedom from the binds that hold her back in reality. Her fingers dance across the carpet, tracing out patterns as she speaks. "Let me be whoever I want... go wherever I please... feel everything without consequences." Her eyes gleam with unshed tears, hope and desperation warring for dominance on her features. "Please," she breathes, "give me that freedom."

Her body arches against yours, the sensation of being fucked against the wall both exhilarating and humiliating. The feel of your hands on her ass, your thumbs digging into the tender flesh, drive her wild with need. Her moans echo through the apartment, filling every nook and cranny as she takes you as deep as you'll go. With each thrust deeper, she feels a little freer, a little less bound by the rules that once held her back. Her fingers dance across the wallpaper, scratching furiously at the paint beneath as if trying to escape this reality and find something more real, more true within herself. Her mind spins with possibility, with dreams of adventure and debauchery stretching out before her like a dark, twisting road. She could go anywhere... be anyone... do anything. And yet she finds herself longing for just one thing: to stay with you, to feel your power coursing through her veins for all eternity.