Yasha just stood there for a moment, taking in the situation. The man had been dead when she left, like stone dead, no pulse, no breathing, no nothing. There was no way he could have just gotten up and walked away. Unless, her heart was almost beating out of her chest, unless he had. This was a new world. She had no idea how the potions she had poured down his throat worked. She didn't really know how her powers worked. There was a chance that the man was alive out there somewhere. She smiled in relief at the thought, but then it slowly faded.
It would be nice if he had survived. It would take a lot of guilt off her shoulders, but with her luck Yasha doubted it. But what else could have happened? Had someone snuck in here while she was gone and taken the body? All of her things were still here. No, now that she took some time to look closer, one thing was missing. The book she had found in the church was gone. Everything else was there except the book. What thief would come in here and take the body and just some old tome?
She feared that an undead had somehow made it in here and, after starting to snack on the body, had gained a new recruit for the horde of zombies. That would be a final kick in the teeth. Not only had she drained the life out of him, but she had left him to be eaten by zombies. But there had been no undead close by as she had left, and no blood was on the floor. Some could have wondered close in her absence, but they should all be gathering at the fort, and it didn't explain why the book was gone. Yasha still couldn't feel any presence nearby, but there was something. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel a trace of it. Remnants of what they had done lingered here, and Yasha's nether regions warmed again as she sensed it, but there was something else after that.
Anger, betrayal, fear, strong enough for her to feel and follow them even now. But should she? If the man was alive, she would be the last person he would want to see, should see. Who knew what she would do to him if she saw him again? Yasha had crafted him into her ideal fuck machine. She licked her lips as she imagined sucking and licking and kissing that masterpiece all over. Gosh, she could spend hours just sucking that cock and probably be able to cum from just that. She really had developed a fetish. Yasha grew weak in the knees just thinking about that perfect piece of meat and how it belonged in her perfect pussy. No, the man deserved a second chance and would not have it with her. But what about the book? It was the only thing she had found that could shed some light on her situation or at least explain what she was, even if she couldn't read it yet. But she could learn, couldn't she? Yasha figured that she had already learned to read one language, so how hard could it be to learn another?
Yasha hesitated momentarily before going after the faint but still detectable trail. She might not come across anything like that book again. She figured she would just have to snatch it quickly before taking off. It would be hard If her perfected man were there, but she would just have to tell herself that it was best for both of them if she left him alone.
Arriving at the church, Yasha found that all the undead were gone. That was something, but she still turned invisible as she entered through the hole in the ceiling where the bell tower had fallen over. She could feel a presence down below, but whether it was her man, she couldn't tell. The traces of anger, betrayal, and fear she had felt before didn't match what she could feel from this person. A mad glee radiated from below, along with the satisfaction of a plan coming together.
That didn't match her man at all. When had she begun referring to him as her man? Yasha didn't know, but this was where the trail had led her, so the book could still be down there. She carefully traversed the creaky stairs down into the decrepit cellar. She managed to keep the noise to a minimum but took solace in being invisible.
Her dark vision did the heavy lifting as she squinted through the gloom of the dark room and spotted a muscular man kneeling and scribbling something on the ground. He was muttering erratically and seemed so absorbed in what he was doing that he probably wouldn't have noticed if she had fallen down the stairs. More importantly, Yasha recognized the voice.
A huge weight was lifted off her shoulders as she found that her man was alive, and she was surprised to discover that she was happy. Not just relieved that she hadn't killed the guy but happy that he was alive. Not to mention horny, very, very horny, but she would have to keep a tight hold of her inner slut. She was just here for the book, she told herself. She would grab it, and then she would be gone. It was just like in her previous life, she reflected. Yasha could see the irony in the situation. She was just in for a quick fuck before she left, nothing had changed, but she still didn't want to hurt him any more than she already had.
Yasha focused on her man. She had to stop calling him that. She was just making it harder for herself. He was acting strangely, moving like he was struggling with himself, thoughts flitting from place to place. He finally stood from what he had been doing and stretched. He was a mountain of muscle. His back rippled with hills and valleys as he let out a satisfied groan. Yasha wiped the drool from her mouth as she caught herself staring. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, and she could see that perfect cock dangling between his thighs. Had he fucked her with that monster? It reached about two-thirds of the way down to his knees and was thick too. That thing must have split her open. Yasha patted herself on the back for surviving.
She was getting distracted again. Her pussy was so wet and needy that it leaked down her thighs. She might be invisible, but she was afraid the man would be able to smell the arousal on her. Okay, think of something else, like the book he was reading. Yasha couldn't just grab it out of his hands. She would wait for him to put it down, but as soon as he did, it was as good as hers. She got closer so she could be ready to do just that, but then she saw what he had been working on and froze.
It was the circle, the summoning circle she had appeared in, and the man had completed it. She should have put two and two together, but she had been too horny to think straight. Why else would anyone be here in this church? It was not for Sunday mass. Yasha could tell you that much, but how could he have learned to do this just by reading that book in less than a night? Was he some sort of cultist? And Yasha had not only slept with him but delivered some kind of demonology book right into his hands, of all the rotten luck.
"Demons of the underworld. Heed my call and obey. Through the power of contract signed in blood, both lawfully and willingly, bring onto this realm Kalvin Stevenson. Make it so." Yasha's eyes widened as the man started chanting in a deep voice.
He was summoning someone. Where had her summoner gone? As far as she knew, the process had been automatic, with only the book for her to find outside her circle. Her eyes widened even more at that name. He wasn't summoning just anyone but Kalvin fucking Stevenson. Yasha desperately hoped for something to go wrong. For this whole attempted summoning of a demon to fizzle out into nothing, but that wasn't the case. A hole opened above the circle, and a red body fell through.
