Gemory, Duchess of the Netherrealms and commander of 26 Legions of Enkon, had branded me with her sigil, promising to provide me a seneschal that would give me the knowledge and power I desired. But they had departed, and for the moment I was still weak, and exhausted.
Luckily, I didn't have long to wait. The altar began to glow again, and above it a tenuous, wispy apparition appeared. It was beautiful, unsurprisingly, but so hazy it was hard to make out the details. Her pale face was framed by long, luxurious tresses that were an extremely pale, almost white shade of lilac. That face held deep crimson eyes which captivated my attention. After a moment she smiled, an expression of pure mirth. "Well well well, so this is our handsome young summoner who has managed to pull me forth for his service from the Netherrealms."
Her voice was softest silk, a purr just behind my ears despite her manifestation being in front of me. "I must say, I am impressed. But I'm afraid I can still only partially reach out to you. We must complete the binding in order for you to tap into my power. Power is what you need, yes? But whatever for? What does a young man like you need my magic for? What do you hope to take away from binding our bodies and spirits? I'm afraid the Duchess could only give me vague impressions of what I am here for. And I want to hear it from you."
I swallowed, and came to my feet. I felt a bit steadier, and having achieved some measure of success, more eager and more confident. "I-I will use the power to make myself stronger, of course. To summon more minions to serve me, to help me dominate those around me. To bring these lands that have spurned me under my control. With the ritual, we will be bound together and you can teach me the magic I need to accomplish my goals." My eyes stared into her crimson orbs, and I am proud to say I do not think my gaze wavered.
She chuckled softly, fondly I dare say. She tilted her head to the side, studying me closer. "Ambitious, my dear summoner. The duchess said you would intrigue me, and they were right. I admit it." She extended a ghostly, wavering white arm towards me. "Please, let us begin."
I reached out to take her...hand?...what there was of one, anyway. As soon as I made contact though, I felt myself fall backward, the thud of the floor as my back and head hit it. But also, I felt myself floating, her hand in mine, light and painless. I looked back, and there my body lay in the circle, eyes closed, a peaceful expression on my face. I looked back at my companion, a little unnerved.
She giggled. "It is usually better to be seated in a meditative position when you astral project. You'll probably have a knot on the back of your head when you return to your form. Lesson number one?"
Her expression wasn't mocking at all, but that of an old friend sharing a note about a silly mishap. It disarmed me, and I chuckled in response. "Yes, I guess so. So what do we..."
"Names, my eager summoner. Names. They have power. The ones we are called, and the ones we choose for ourselves. They are important." She looked me over again, and smiled warmly, almost shyly. "I am Maëlys."
I smiled back. For a moment, I thought about giving her a grandiose title for myself, reinventing who I was for her. But it didn't feel like what I wanted to happen. Not at that moment. Noticing we still held hands, I brought hers up to my lips and gave the pale skin there a light kiss. "I am Esteban."
She gasped, eyes widening slightly, a light blush on her cheeks. "Oh, you gave me yourself. You are sweet. Gemory said so. We are going to have such fun."
I'm sure I blushed brightly. I definitely felt hot, flushed. Of course, it didn't help matters that as I materialized fully on the astral plane, her form became solid and distinct. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness that surrounded us unimpeded in all directions. Her lustrous white-lilac hair fell elegantly around her shoulders, and her red eyes I could now see seemed filled with burning mana, an indication of her immense magical power. Her lips were a deeper color, a wine-dark burgundy in sharp contrast to her complexion. She stood of a height with me as we looked at each other eye to eye. She possessed a curvaceous womanly body, that I could tell, but it was hidden behind a pure white shift.
"So, um, what now?"
Her smile then was a smile for the ages. "Now we begin." With a sultry laugh, Maëlys slid close to me, pressing her body against mine. Her lips brushed against my cheek, then met my own, a deep soulful kiss that went on and on. Her hand snaked down between us along my naked skin to my rapidly growing member, squeezing it gently.
"Ah, this is eager too, my Esteban," she whispered in my ear. My skin prickled and my penis jumped in her grip. "Now learn to channel that desire. Let's see if you can focus on being master of the magic, while I...manage your arousal, as a good little seneschal should."
Her fingers began to stroke me, teasing, almost a torment, as she began to whisper mystical secrets into my ear. There were words of power, arcane names and ritual terms of calling, summoning, and of course binding and domination. Her touch on me was cool and soothing, but at the same time it sent waves of heat and pleasure flaring through my whole body.
"Concentrate, my dear," she purred. "Focus. Focus on the magic. Let it flow, from me to you."
