The Deep woods where as dark as ever this night. Trees where large and thick, and a mist lay over the ground. A nature that was pristine yet foreboding. In the distance a light burned in a small clearing. A woman, tall and slender, spat a nasty mixture of liquids at the fire which in turn burned brighter and now multiple colors “we haven’t got all night you stupid whore! The moon will disappear behind the clouds again!” the tall slender woman swore at her sister, a shorter but equally slender Witch. “orc teeth set, boiled eyeballs, hair of a banshee, essence of specter” the short one paced back and forth, her ingredients set at an altar of stone infront of her “ shit what am i forgetting, WHY ISNT IT WORKING!?” the taller of the witch had now made her way behind her short sister, and with a flash she conjured a dagger, “blood of kin is needed” she stated coldly and drove the dagger thru her sisters back. The short witch gasped and her eyes widened at the cold steel that had been driven thru her heart, and with a final exhale of breath she fell upon the altar. “good riddance you dumb cunt” the tall witch snarled “ you didnt think i would leave it to you to control such a powerful demon? Hah, laughable excuse for a summoner.” The altar started to rumble, the short corpse ontop of it had bled out an impossible amount of blood now. Blood and teeth and other ingredients started to vibrate, the tall witch stood back with wide eyes and readied her mind for the demon to come. She would need all her wits and strength to bind it. With a sudden violent movements the corpse shattered and ripped, everything on the altar suddenly swirled into the air and exploded “BOOM”.

“what was that?” A templar named Rhona thought to herself. She had been traveling these woods for a few days now tracking two sisters wanted for the murder of a reagents shop keeper. She stood up at her campfire. Rarely did she take off her armor while traveling, but she had been preparing to sleep so this time was an exception. Flickering light dancing on her gorgeous athletic body, her majestic ample breasts covered only in tightly fit cloth. Her dark brown wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, her brown eyes stared into the distance where she thought she had heard a great noise.
Her clumsy horse had heard it aswell, it trotted nervously in her direction. “shh baby, its ok” she patted the horse on the nose and smiled, revealing her cute dimples. “Give me a moment to suit up, and we will be off”

“Fuck!” the tall witch said and she tried to not lose consciousness. The explosion had knocked her yards from where she had stood infront of the altar. The fire that had been burning so bright before was now in tatters, the slightly burning cinders providing little to no visibility. She managed to stand and maintain equilibrium. Not sure if her summoning had worked her eyes darted nervously around her surroundings, her hands ready to cast a spell of binding. Darkness, smoke, and mist covered the clearing. Suddenly a great flash! With that she was blinded and thrown back, still to stunned to mutter a spell in her defense she attempted to regain her stance and rubbed her pained eyes. Squinting she could barely make out a figure in the dark “A…..a boy?” hovering off the ground a few feet from her a dark figure emerged from the mist, its eyes glowing bright blue. Little by little her sight adjusted, soon she was able to see it clearly. Some sort of being with body that resembled a lean and muscular boy floating in mid air hands stretched to his sides. “What the fuck is this? Where is the demon of hellfire I was to tame?!” the mist parted more from the figure. She noticed that it was very toned for a boy, abs and muscles altho not big, where very defined. Also that it had dark grey skin, she could not yet see its face for the brightness in its eyes kept it hidden. She postured herself cautiously, deciding not to strike out in anger simply because she needed answers. “look boy, kid… Whatever you are” she squaked “the ritual was supposed to bring a powerful demon of flame, I nee-” a small but sudden flash of blue startled the witch and she threw a ball of flame at the figure “Well fuck you then!” she screeched as she maintained a flame throwing affect on the boy. “You like flashes do ya!? Ive had quite enough of that for one night, now roast you little shit!” she cackled maniacally for a few moments as she continued to maintain her spell. When she finally stopped fire had spread to nearby wood and grass and they burned lightly, but to her surprise the figure seemed to remain. She took a few paces backwards as the smoke settled yet again. “impossible” she muttered as the figure seemed to be completely unscathed. The figures eyes slowly got brighter. Again she prepared a spell and posture. “you want to go little man? Come on bitch im ready.” but it did not move. Blue light had started to travel from its eyes. Two glowing blue lines traced down from its eyes down its face, neck, then shoulders to its hands. Runes on the top of his hands went bright blue, but the line continued from its shoulders. Down its pectoral muscles and outlining its abs. She gasped as she observed their path. Bright blue lines finally connected to the rune encircling something she hadnt noticed earlier. Its dick. The witch had been so busy trying to read its face that she had ignored the large limp dick and balls it had, now illuminated by they bright blue rune that seemed as if it was tattooed around the thing. “I…you…” She seemed to be at a loss for words, nowhere had she seen such a long, thick, and albeit attractive dick. Narrowing her eyes a bit she noticed it twitch “the fuck?” the dicks forskin that half-covered the head started to ride up, the whole penis had started to stiffen a little. “you have got to be kidding me?” The figure was rapidly getting a hardon. Snapping out of her trance she realized that she was the only female in within a large radius “What is it you expect to happen here you little shit? Ill make you cut that thing off once im done with you” she rasied her hands and started chanting her spell of binding, soon the figure would bend to her will. Infront of her the figure started to loosen up. Where before it had been completely stiff like a statue, it was now showing some animation. Its glowing eyes fixed directly to hers. She suddenly got very intimidated and she sped up her incantation “the stones of the Gould gate and spirals of vixar! My, I mean your… SHIT!” the figure, still floating, started to hover closer. Her eyes now fixated on the fully erect large penis it had, slowly bobbing up and down. “Stones of Gould gate!! Spirals of vixar?! Your soul is mine to con-oooo! AUU! UNGF!?” her jaw locked, her mouth agape. The boy figure’s hands had come out and seemed to be telepathically controlling her face.