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Everything looked good. The circle was unbroken, all the required wards were in place, and repeated on the perimeter of the triangle. All the reagents were arranged properly: a lump of fresh bee's wax, a roll of birch-bark, and a trimming of cactus. None of them made sense to Johnathan, any more than the bane did, but they were all in their proper locations. He had the bane in his back pocket, easily accessible. Everything looked perfect, but John still couldn't stop his jitters. He combed back his hair once more, mindless of the white chalk dust on his hands, which went to join the earlier streaks discoloring his normally chestnut brown hair. He felt good reason to be nervous.

To start with, he hated being underground, deep in a corner of the palace cellar with some unholy number of tons of rock and dirt just waiting for a chance to fall. No matter than the palace had withstood a half-dozen sieges in as many decades, and no sapper had managed to collapse the place yet. It was cold and damp here, and it smelled like rot.

As if that unease wasn't enough, he had to constantly keep an ear out for the sound of anyone approaching his forgotten little room. The door had been so covered with moss that it was obvious no one had opened it in years, but it would be just his luck if some over-zealous watchman picked tonight to check on the old cellars. Should that occur, John would either join the last summoner in exile, or end up in a gory public execution. Summoning demons was highly discouraged, and to no surprise. The consequences for a mistake in summoning could make that execution look trivial.

The most likely of those events would be the summoner ending up on the wrong side of some sort of contract. That could be bad, or it could be really bad. Many of the lesser creatures, like the one John was summoning tonight, were more mischievous than malign. They would likely get him thrown in jail, but no worse than that. Some demons didn't follow that rule though, and would take every opportunity to possess a body and do all sorts of dark deeds with it. The worst of the fates though was being dragged back to whatever nightmare realm the creatures came from. It was almost enough to make him rethink this whole plan.

He shook the fear out of himself, his young, unlined face tightening and his cool blue eyes growing hard.

"Stop thinking about the risks!" He ordered himself. "I know the risks, I've taken the precautions. It isn't even a real demon, just an imp. A little trickster." He continued to whisper encouragement to himself as he moved his candles around the triangle. He wanted the creature to be fully visible, while hiding himself as much as possible. He held one candle to himself to light his path. He didn't want to accidently disturb the chalk lines while stumbling around in the dark. The room wasn't large, so he hadn't been able to leave a lot of room in the circle, just enough for him to sit down comfortably. He crouched down at the top of the circle, where the last sigil needed to go, the final piece of the summoning. It didn't look like much; just a couple random shapes and squiggly lines. He had to force his hand not to shake and misdraw it.

With the sigil drawn, it was time to issue the call. Right next to the bane in his pocket was a tiny glass vial with a handful of drops of his blood, taken the last full moon and kept from solidifying with an equal amount of spirits. He gave the vial a thorough shake and then uncapped it onto the sigil he just finished. The blood pattered quietly against the stone floor.

"Kahilbrai, I summon you." He said firmly.

He held his breath, waiting for something spectacular. Or something subtle. Anything at all really.

"Damn." He finally muttered wretchedly. He didn't bother repeating the call. He didn't have any more prepared blood, and it wouldn't do any good. Johnathan was not so new to magic that he didn't know the rules of summoning. A call was not voluntary. If it was at all within Kahilbrai's ability to respond, it would have. The imp was probably already bound somewhere, or perhaps even dead.

"Damn." He said again, realizing that he'd have to go get a broom and sweep up the evidence. It was only a few turns and one long stairwell up to a small servant's closet, but it felt like he was trudging for hours in his disappointment. So much work and time spent to summon one little imp, and it didn't even respond. It was more than wasted effort though. It was all of his hopes for victory tonight being dashed in that clammy little cellar. Broom and rags in hand, he headed back down.

He opened the door into the summoning room and felt his heart jump clear to his throat. The smell of mildew and wet stone was long gone, replaced by the heavy scent of blossoming fruits and floral things. The temperature had climbed to an almost uncomfortable degree. Neither of those things were what caught his attention though. In the center of the binding triangle was a small padded stool, and upon it sat a beautiful young woman. To his credit, he didn't falter at the sight of her silk-smooth skin, only barely covered by a nearly sheer gossamer cloth at the waist and breast. He ignored the raven dark hair and coy smile and jumped straight to the middle of the circle, throwing the broom and rags behind him.

His body may have acted, but his mind was in chaos. This was not the short, cackling imp he had expected from the description. He didn't know what he had summoned, and the only thing he could determine from that was that he was in incredible danger. He was lucky the wards had even held it, though it was clearly exerting influence beyond the boundaries.

The woman's delicate lips parted with the tiniest of licks, a barely noticeable gesture that still made John's blood come to his face. "I was wondering when you would come back. I hate sitting here all alone" Her voice was as smooth as her skin, and every syllable sounded like a taunt and promise both.

John forced his mind back on track, pulling his eyes away from the smooth curve of her tanned thighs, one crossed over the other to hide what the tiny cloth skirt certainly would not.

"Who are you? You are not Kahilbrai."

"No, I am afraid not. That doesn't have to ruin our night though." She cocked an eye at him, "I'm sure I can offer anything that the little imp could have promised. Tell me darling, what mischief were you planning on getting up to?"

John knew that she was playing tricks with his head. He loved women as much as the next man, but he had always had the discipline to ignore even the most charming of the court ladies when they were trying to pull him into their own plots. He had too much ambition to end up as a pawn to some noble daughter or wife. This time though it took every ounce of that discipline just to pay attention to what she was saying, instead of the infuriatingly tempting way she casually curled her toes, or the idle way she rested her folded hands on her thighs, caressing herself lightly right where he wished his own hands could rest.

He shook his head with a grunt, looking down at the crumbling stones under his feet. His toes were bare inches from stepping on that essential sigil. He hadn't even realized he had stepped forward. If he were to accidently break that sigil, he would break any hold on this creature and he would certainly be lost. The burn of adrenalin surging into him quickly cut through the fog.

"Answer my question! How did you answer a call that wasn't for you?"

She gave a genuine smile this time. "Well, you dear tenacious man, maybe you should have more carefully studied the crest that you drew." She idly traced one finger through the air, and where it moved a softly glowing line hovered like a golden thread. In a matter of moments she had traced the sigil at John's toes. "You see, this is the sigil you drew. It is my personal crest. I made it specifically to look so much like the one you wanted to draw." She put two tiny dots into the drawing. "This is Kahilbrai's sigil."

John felt his heart spike up again. He had gone and done it now: he had botched the summoning. Every book on magic he had ever gotten his hands on had warned that summoning demons was incredibly risky. The creatures were canny and often used the laws of a binding to their own advantage.

"You know dear, I've done this a few times, and you're the first that had the presence of mind to resist this long. Everyone who's fallen for this trick before is eating out of my hand by the time they closed the door. Even the women." She gave a smirk at that, leaning back slightly so that her chest pushed just a little more forward, the veil slipping so that the tops of her breasts were visible.

"You must be very stubborn. Or perhaps you simply like men."

He knew better than to respond, he really did. He knew that he should have kept asking for information, trying to pry up anything to help him turn this back to his advantage. What he knew he should be doing though, was not what he did. Instead he bit down nice and hard on her bait. "I'm not gay." He blurted.

"So come prove it!" It wasn't a command, or a question; it was a challenge. She reached behind herself and whipped the strip of cloth away from her chest, baring her bosom in all its glory. John felt the immediate physical reaction at the vision. He had been with women before, some more shapely than others, but this female put them all to shame. The size seemed to be perfectly proportioned to her frame, deliciously firm and round. They were just large enough that if were to reach out, he was sure they would fit nicely in his hand. "Come on my lovely young man, just a couple steps and you can have all of me." She discarded the shawl and ran both of her hands slowly over her chest, the two wonderful orbs giving a soft bounce of vitality as she passed over them, rubbing over her navel and stopping at the hem of her skirt.

John swallowed and struggled to remember that this creature might very well butcher him on the spot if he broke the wards. "What are you?" There was something like a surge in the room that pressed in on him, almost willing him forward, and he knew then that he was feeling the workings of her spell coming apart.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the wanton act faded, and the heady fog of lust over his head cleared like magic, leaving behind only the painfully obvious erection in his pants to prove it had been there at all. There was still a very attractive half-naked woman sitting a few feet from him, but now she was no more difficult to resist than any ordinary woman.

"Oh my, you do have a head on you. You have no idea how much effort I put into those spells, and I've had men break without even needing them. Just the illusion is enough half the time." She didn't seem upset at all to admit that he'd defeated some of her best compulsions. She was even smiling, and this time there didn't seem to be any act behind it. That hardly made him feel safe though. With his head clear he was fully aware of the implications of what she'd said.

"If that's an illusion, what are you really?"

"Oh no, you've impressed me, but it's still too early to go about telling all my secrets." She stood up, casting the skirt away. Even with the spells gone she did it with a flourish that left his eyes momentarily glued to the smooth swell of her sex. He forced his eyes back upwards until they locked on the merrily green eyes watching him carefully.

"How about this little boy; entertain me with what dirty deeds you had planned tonight, and then I'll think about telling you what you've managed to reel into your little trap here."

He didn't have to think long: there wasn't a lot of choice. Summonings lasted until an agreement was made. The only way to send a demon back was to use its bane, but since this wasn't Kahilbrai the bane he had in his pocket may as well have been apple cider for all the good it would do him. So until she was satisfied enough to go back home, he was stuck here.

"Fine. I needed to summon him to help me out with spying on people in the court. I am not a powerful enough magician to scry." He tried to give as little information as possible.

"Why do you need to resort to such tactics? Surely a handsome, sharp witted young man like yourself can get ahead on his own merits."

"Hardly. I am the middle son of a merchant-noble. My family spends much of its profits simply keeping that title of nobility. All of our more wealthy competition has the resources to pay for professional help in court espionage. Good looks and sharp wits can only go so far when it comes to outsmarting a man who can afford to hire a sorcerer to spy on all of your purchases and shipments."

She looked oddly sympathetic to him. As sympathetic as she could be anyhow, bare naked and idly stroking her breasts.

"So what was the exact deal?"

"Why?" He asked, justifiably suspicious.

"Maybe we can work something out. You see, it's been ages since someone has actually lasted long enough to make a deal with me. I'm curious."

He sighed. There wasn't any way a demon of this magnitude would be willing to settle for the pittance that Kahilbrai would have accepted, but he didn't know what else to do.

"The imp was supposed to like sweets, and shiny trinkets. I thought it might settle for a couple jars of honey, and some jewelry, along with the temptation to steal whatever it found in the noble rooms and make a nuisance. In return I wanted documents, notes, diaries, gossip. Anything that would give me the edge in trade or in court."

"And how did you expect the little devil to accomplish all this?"

"He can shape shift into common vermin. Rats, sparrows, snakes and the like."

"Poor dear," she cooed. "You put so much into this, and it would have worked too I'd wager. I don't know that you would have gotten anything spectacular, but you would have had your deal. I almost feel bad for ruining it for you." She smiled seductively, running her hands down her body again, resting them so that they just barely covered her modesty. "Let me make you a new deal, a better deal; spend the night with me. Show me your passion and I will give you everything you wanted and more."

John hesitated. "I still don't know what you are." The idea of coupling with some bloated and distended fiend came to mind and was nearly enough to kill his arousal. Nearly.

"You'll just have to trust me love. I can't promise that I will please you as much as this illusion has, but that's the deal. One leap of faith and a long night, for all your dreams come true."

"If I chose not to accept?"

She shrugged, spinning her back to him, looking over her shoulder. "I suppose you can walk away, but I don't have to leave. Sooner or later someone will come back in here. I wonder if they'll stand the enchantments as well?"

"And you promise I won't be harmed?"

"Oh, there might be some bruises or scratches, but nothing you haven't felt before I'm sure."

He took a long moment to consider. "Fine. You have a deal."

Her smile became absolutely ecstatic. "Wonderful." She turned to face him again, looking terrifyingly smug.

"I think it is time I introduce myself then. My name is Lililethan, Elder Wyrm and sovereign of the Blazing Coast and the lands to the north. You may call me Lily."

It took a brief second for Johnathan's mind to click with what she had just proclaimed. A dragon. He'd summoned a bloody dragon. A creature legendary for its capability for destruction, and he'd brought one of their eldest right into the heart of the city. The wards, the circle, everything; this entire ordeal had been a sham. As this epiphany crossed his face she stepped over the chalk lines. The candles in the room began to flare slowly, building brighter as she stepped right up to him, holding his gaze with hers.

He felt that same overwhelming pressure that he now recognized as her magic. A hurricane filled his ears as the firelight finally grew so bright he had to close his eyes. The instant he did so, he felt a sudden lurch, like someone had just pulled a rug from under him. The sound and pressure died out immediately. He stumbled for a moment, opening his eyes. It didn't do any good; the room had gone completely dark.

He stood there and listened and looked around to no avail; all he could hear was his own pounding heart. Then his hair prickled as he felt a presence move up next to him. He turned to face her, and was rewarded with a gust of warm breath on his neck, flapping the collar of his shirt. He took a step back, and she took a step forward, following him, the breath repeating on his neck. He could swear he could feel the smile as Lily stalked him. Finally he stopped and straightened up. He had to swallow to clear the lump in his throat.

"Fine, you brought me here. Stop toying with me."

"Oh I don't think so." Her voice was changed slightly. There was more resonance to it, and a different quality of the volume, but he knew it was still her speaking softly mere inches from his face. "This is half the fun. You tremble now, because you think you have an idea of what I am and it frightens you, but the fear won't last." She began to move around him. He could barely make out the shuffle of her footsteps, but even as quiet as they were he could tell that the gait was wrong for anything walking on two feet. "Soon enough, you will become curious. You'll get tired of standing there all rigid and afraid, and then curiosity will take over. You will wonder, what does a dragon look like?"

She gave a short, bubbling laugh. "Of course, I'm not going to let you see, not yet. Your hands will be your guide for now. At first, that may be enough. Then you'll get comfortable, and again curiosity will overcome you, then we'll see what other body parts you can use."

It wasn't possible to bind a dragon to a deal magically. They weren't anything like demons. The agreement they had reached was a simple, mundane verbal exchange, but she seemed to have every intention of holding him to it.

John held his composure. He wouldn't be taken in by her game.

Lily was right though. It took a few minutes of her orbiting around him, sometimes so close she brushed his clothing, but eventually his fingers curled. Certainly it wouldn't hurt to just touch her. After all, how often in history had a man been presented the chance to interact with a dragon safely?

As soon as he reached up though, she halted in place, becoming perfectly silent. And there was the burning of that infuriating smile again, snickering, 'I was right!'

Lacking the reference of her footsteps he was left to grope blindly in the pitch dark, finally coming into contact with something off to his left, at shoulder level. He jerked his hand back for an instant, then more slowly reached forward. There was an instant jolt of recognition as he laid his hand on something warm and humming with life. He ran his fingers gingerly over Lily's hide. He knew she was scaled, his fingers slid over her like glass, individual scales only barely discernable, but she was so warm and surprisingly soft. He felt a powerful throbbing pulse under his fingers, and her muscles shifted slightly with every breath. Feeling slightly braver he cupped his hand and followed the curve of her hide down and around.

Her neck! He realized when he felt her throat clench and swallow. She wasn't that large then, almost his own size.

John hesitated. He had touched her, and nothing terrible had befallen him. He should take advantage of this, find out what he could. Having justified it to himself, he placed both hand on her neck, slowly rubbing upwards until he was cupping her jaw. He slowed down here. Poking her in the eye would surely be disastrous. With minute and precise movements he began to explore her face, trying to visualize it. She had a muzzle, her fleshless lips twitching in an enormous grin. He felt up around the tip of said muzzle and was greeted by the smooth wetness of her tongue curling between his fingers.

He felt her body shaking with suppressed laughter. "Yes, very hilarious," he said, his eyes rolling even though she couldn't see it.

He wiped his hand dry on his trousers before he continued to carefully probe around her eyes and brow, touching the bases of two horns. Lily gave a slight gasp as his hands found her ears. He cocked his head at the sound and repeated his action without thinking, tracing his fingers along the velvet edges. This time her whole body shivered, pressing into him, her head nestling into his neck. "Oh, that feels very nice." He felt a peculiar mix of emotions. Part of his mind stubbornly maintained that this was purely a scientific study, but a growing dissident faction of his brain begged to differ. Something in him found the noises she was making and the feeling of her warm body pressing against him very pleasant. In the confused mix of motivations he couldn't think to do anything other than continue to caress the sensitive membranes.

"Ah!" He gave a yelp of his own as her warm tongue tickled wetly down the front of neck, diving below the ruffles of his shirt. John's face warmed as he endured the tongue bathing. That small minority of him that was still resisting quickly began to crumble as he realized that this whole thing was making him very excited. The idea of a night here seemed less and less of a chore. His train of thought was interrupted as Lily progressed from just licking to giving the tiniest of nibbles across his collar, resulting in him wrapping his arms around her neck involuntarily.

"Oh hell." He said in defeat as he felt her smile against his throat. It took a few minutes before she finally ceased the affectionate attention to his throat, nudging him lightly.

John took this as his queue to continue his search, and ran his hands back down her spine. He quickly found her shoulders, and had to stop there for a moment to explore the unique double joints and the impressive cords of muscle that anchored her wings. He was completely unsurprised at the lack of breasts when he moved down onto her front. What did take him by surprise were her hands. He had expected something more crude for a creature that walked on all fours, but when he felt down one arm to the bottom she lifted her hand and twined the fingers with his.

Every inch that he explored made him just a little more at ease and a little more excited. Yes it was a mind-blowingly strange scenario; it was also a chance of a lifetime to share a connection this amazing person. Suddenly John stopped. He had never considered himself a romantic man. He hadn't been cruel to any past lovers, but most of his dalliances had been out of a shared lust or as an exchange of favors. Standing there, holding her hand, his concepts of physical attraction had been thrown out the window here and replaced by something else. He didn't know that he would call it love, but it was new, and he liked it.

Lily's wings were folded neatly across her back so as not to interfere with his roaming hands. He coaxed her to unfold one of them, but even with both arms fully extended he couldn't touch her shoulder and elbow joint at the same time. Such a massive search would have to be done when she allowed light again. Finally his fingers graced the top of her hips where her tail began. At that moment she rolled away from his touch, leaving his grasping for a moment. The soft thud of her weight hitting the ground bounced through his feet, and then her hand was grasping his again. She pulled him slowly down to kneel beside her, placing his hand on her stomach.

He tried to take his time and linger on the smooth expanse of flesh, but each time he lingered too long in one area Lily guided his hand a hair lower. "I thought you said the play was half the fun." John teased with a grin of his own.

"Yes, when I'm playing with you. Right now though, I desire something a little more, direct." With the final word she pushed his hand down right between her thighs and released it there. John knew by the blazing heat and gentle curve of her body that he was very close to her sex. There was a tiny moment where he considered stopping here before he decided that he was looking forward to this as much as Lily was. He just wanted a better position. He left one hand pressing there between her legs and used the other to balance himself as he climbed over to straddle her stomach, allowing him much better access.

Her lips were puffy to the touch, covered with a very light sheen of silky moisture that gave off an oddly sweet aroma as he touched it. Her stomach tensed and clenched under him when he pressed oh so tenderly around her vagina. While his right hand lightly stimulated her, his left continued to roam. A few inches lower he found another small grove in her bottom that he touched only briefly before he realized what it was.

"Don't be shy," she said playfully, "Everything down there is clean."

A plan began to form in his mind, and he began stroking her with more vigor, eliciting a pleased sigh from her. He felt a little disappointed that he could not find a clitoris. Some tender attention to that had always gone over well with past lovers. Slowly he pressed two fingers into her with one hand while continuing the massage with the other. She gasped, and he could tell immediately that it wasn't in a good way by the way his fingers tugged at the sensitive flesh. He had progressed too fast, she was still too dry, and that wouldn't do at all. He extracted his fingers delicately and stuck them in his mouth, sampling the very tangy sugary taste lingering on them. It was a nicely exotic flavor, similar enough to what he was familiar with to make him more comfortable. He licked the remaining flavor off, and then pushed them back into her. They were plenty slick, and all the noises she made sounded good this time.

He gave his other two fingers the same treatment and more before placing them at the much tighter pucker he had found. His usual distaste for this type of play didn't matter now. All that mattered was pleasing his partner. His fingers slipped slowly into her tightly grasping rump, one at a time. She responded very vocally, and clenched her thighs around him. "Mmm! That feels wonderful love. Keep going, you're doing very well." She punctuated her statement by tugging his boots off. A hollow clatter off to one side signaled that they had been discarded. His trousers quickly followed, and he felt a surge of desire as he lay there naked, his stiff member grinding into her firm belly.

The cool air only lasted a moment before he felt her snout press between his legs; that deliciously warm tongue wrapping around and around his shaft, covering him completely.

"Uh!" Was all John could manage to grunt. Her tongue squeezed and writhed in a way that was far beyond anything he had experienced.

Lily was finally getting good and moist all on her own, and he decided to push in a third, then a fourth finger. As his fingers pushed ever deeper into her, he brushed against something stiff and spongy on the roof of her tunnel.

"Oh. . .f-futh!" She cried out loudly into the darkness as she grasped his hips with both hands. The attempt at profanity was ruined by her tongue still pleasuring him, but it was a surprising encouragement to him. He repeated the gesture, and the results were equally impressive. He incorporated that little bump with the rest of his movements, twisting his fingers in her tail-hole back and forth, and licking furiously at her bits. As her excitement built, so did her musk, until the scent of salted melons filled his nose.

John couldn't say how long the lusty back and forth went before Lily wrapped her legs forcefully around him, her ankles crossed over the back of his head. She trumpeted out a cry of victory as her orgasm washed over her. Her passage clenched like a soft vise, smothering his hand, while her tail-hole spasmed wildly. The peak passed regretfully quickly, as it always did, leaving her purring in the aftermath. He slowed his assault, cupping her mound warmly and trying to maintain a gentle stimulation. She seemed to appreciate the contact, stroking down his back with one clawed hand and pulling his manhood into her mouth, giving a powerful suckle. John tried to control his breathing and hold out. It was all too much. The heavy odor of sex, the perverse wet sounds coming from her mouth, and most of all the torture of that tongue!

It was a short stretch later that he felt his loins tighten, and release. He came into the twisting coils of her tongue, a gift which she received with another small chuckle before she let him go. He let his head roll to the side, resting against her thigh as the lights faded on.

John wanted very much to just lounge there in the warm haze, but he couldn't. He had to see her; he had to lay eyes on this wonderful woman he had just made love with. He stood up and took a step back to take her in fully

She lounged with her head resting in one hand, eyes watching him, a glowing smile plastered on her face. She was not hideous at all. Her emerald scales covered a form of elegance and wonder, from her short sweeping horns to the narrow tip of her tail. He had guessed her size about right, and as sleek and streamlined as she was, she couldn't have weighed to much more than him, even with the long, tapering tail twitching behind her.

He smiled, kneeling back down to plant a small kiss on the end of her muzzle. "Thank you. Thank you for asking me to trust you." He chuckled. "I never even conceived the idea of making love to a dragon, but that was amazing."

She leaned forward, grinning wickedly, her lips pressing against his in a much deeper kiss. John blushed at the salty taste of himself still lingering in her mouth. Once her tongue was back in her own mouth she pulled away. "Love, that was just a warm-up."