Chapter 1 - The Summoning



In the Vasgari Imperium, things of arcane nature, mysticism or the things called…magic, were outlawed. They were things from ancient times, relics of an age when such powers were revered. But as the Emperor proclaimed, they were all lies. The only true power was the Emperor and his Council of Nine, and the power of the Aegis Crown. Or so the propaganda of the Imperium had led most to believe within the many systems of the Imperium, it’s trillions of citizens, human and alien alike. But among the countless conquered races living in the Imperium were still some who worshiped the arcane. Who studied it, practiced it. 


That is how Elias found it…the scroll. Taking it from the hands of an alien he beat to death for mocking him. He had lived his life unloved, unwanted, unneeded. A dreg of society, fit only to scrub carbon grease from the canons of warships of the Imperium, a laborer his entire life. He despised the Imperium and its laws. So when he found the scroll, when he felt it…call to him. It called to him even before he claimed it from the alien, in his dreams. It called out, demanded  he find it! And so when he found the alien living in the alley, in a hovel, and heard the call again…he could not stop himself from acting.


Killing the alien was hard, but necessary. The Scroll began to whisper into his mind as soon as he picked it up. It spoke to his very soul, and he knew he had found something to give him something he needed. Pleasure. That is the word the Scroll whispered to him, promised him, and how he hungered for it with each passing day he prepared. 


The ritual the Scroll spoke of required many things. First, was blood forcefully taken. So he killed for it. Aliens, humans, the dregs like himself who wandered the lower works of the planet Nembur. Then, he needed a place of pain to conduct the ritual. He sought out such a place for weeks, finally finding it in the lair of a serial killer…whom he trapped. The killer was bold, but did not expect his latest ‘victim’ to be a fellow killer. And Elias learned a great deal about killing to get the blood needed. 


Then, the last ingredient was…pleasure. So he brought her. A whore from the Shadow Rooms, a powerful brothel and criminal organization that spanned many systems, both in and out of the Imperium. He took one of their whores, paid her of course, otherwise she would’ve never followed him. He prepared the ritual circle, and for the right price she agreed to let him fuck her inside it. Oh how he drove himself into a frenzy while fucking her. Her moans filled the room, and she didn’t even offer any resistance as he gripped her tighter and tighter. His moans joined hers, and the blood seals the Scroll spoke of around the room began to glow…


Her glow. Her light. Her voice. Her ritual.


“Xisieth.” He called out her name as he fucked the whore. “Xisieth, hear me…my humble prayer…my offering…” His voice was tired, panting, moaning…his spirit in tatters from the sins he had committed, all for this moment. This promise! “Give me what you promised!” He cried out as he came inside the whore, filling her with his seed.


Then, there was silence. The Scroll’s whispers ceased, and dread overwhelmed Elias for a moment. A moment of despair, a moment of absolute and crushing sorrow that it had all been for naught. That was the final component, the one ingredient he didn’t know was needed. And then the sigils glowed brighter, brighter, like they were on fire! The whore laying before him screamed and he stumbled back and out of the circle he’d drawn. The circle glowed brighter and brighter, until it was bursting with flame! The flame enveloped the floor, forming a vortex of swirling fire and shadow and the helpless whore screamed out in blinding agony as she was sucked in! Vanishing in the blink of an eye…


And then….she emerged. Her horns pierced through the flames first, curved upward out of her hair of pure white, like snow….pure snow, pure essence…


She was curled in a ball, emerging like a newborn from the womb of fire. Her wings unfolded next, stretching wide, and she inhaled a deep, sharp breath…that slowly turned into a sultry moan. “Aaaaah, at last….” Her dark eyes turned upon Elias and her lips curled into a smile so loving, so…welcoming. “Good work my dear, perfect even…how hard you’ve toiled for me. To bring me here, to set me upon your world…” The vortex of flame scattered into embers and Xisieth slowly floated down to the floor, her taloned feet touching the cool metal floor. Her long tail swished around and she moaned, touching her bare breasts with clawed fingers. 


“And now….you will fulfill your promise, yes?” Elias asked desperately. 


“Of course, my loyal supplicant.” Xisieth said with that loving, earnest smile. Her painted lips pressed against his own as she pulled him into a sudden, heated kiss. Her claws gripped his shirt, tearing it off with ease as her tail wrapped around his waist possessively. Her tongue, coated in saliva that was sweet…like Jerova Honey, wrestled with his own as it invaded his mouth. He moaned deeply into her mouth as she pressed her naked body to his chest, reaching down to touch his manhood. He’d already tossed off his pants, now he was completely laid bare before her, and he felt…desired. 


Xisieth whispered sweetly into his ear. “Lay on your back for me.” And he obeyed of course, moaning, skin tingling with a spark that made every touch from her like a jolt of ecstasy. So when she lowered herself onto his cock, he moaned out loudly, crying out her name in pure worship as she began to ride him rapidly. 


“Xisieth, oh darling, beautiful Xisieth!” He was brought to tears of joy as she rode him faster, his manhood shivering inside as she brought him to cum again and again. With each release, her moans deepened, and her crimson flesh seemed to radiate an unholy glow. And with each release, her beauty seemed all the more radiant in that glow. She rode him for…what seemed like hours, his stamina never yielding! Then she let him push her against the wall, fuck her up against it, with her legs locked tightly around his waist. He clung to her, sucking her breasts like a newborn babe with such hunger that it made her shiver in pleasure. His cum never escaped her, not even a drop, even after filling her over, and over.


He cried out her name in devotion as he fucked her from behind, gripping her arms as he thrust forward into her warm, welcoming depths. Each climax he felt was like a jolt of pleasure shooting through him, each jolt stronger than the last, making him crave the next! Their coupling went on and on, for days it seemed! But he never hungered, never slept…he didn’t need to. It was only on the third day that he sensed something amiss…in himself, but even then he didn’t stop.


Not until it was too late.


A five days he lasted, five days until he was gone, withered to nothing but a shell of who he was…and even then he still tried to fuck her. But she never got mad at him, she did as she promised and loved him to the last breath. His last breath given to her in a deep kiss. She sighed and smiled at him as the light faded from his eyes. “Such youthful zeal and stamina…such spirit. It was delicious my dear, enough to sustain me in your reality for quite some time.” She kissed his cheek and slowly closed his eyes, licking her lips as she touched her navel. “Thank you…darling supplicant. Now you’re a part of me forever more…to feel my love and pleasure, always.”


Now, she was free to see what this reality had to offer, the pleasures she could have, and the corruption she could spread…

