Conjuring a Knight

Rena sighed and let her gaze drift toward the hourglass in the corner of the classroom. Grains of sand trickled down, steady and slow, marking the final minutes before winter break began.

Around her, students shifted impatiently. The professor's lecture had dissolved into background noise--something about the ethics of necromantic summoning--but Rena had already checked out. Her mind was elsewhere.

She wasn't going home for the holidays.

Unlike most of her peers, Rena had nowhere to be but here. And for once, she didn't mind.

The grounds of the academy would be hers alone. Quiet halls, an empty library, no distractions. She had plans.

She had a secret.

Rena was a third-year sorceress at a secluded all-women's magical college tucked into the woods of upstate New York. Late-blooming powers had kept her from starting until she was twenty--two years older than most of her classmates.

It meant she didn't quite fit in.

But it also meant she knew herself a little better.

Maybe that's why she dared to do what no one else would.

Back in her dorm suite, Rena watched her roommate zip up her duffel.

"Don't get into too much trouble while we're away, roomie!" Sandra grinned, tossing her curls over her shoulder.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Rena smiled faintly. That was a pretty short list.

As soon as the door clicked shut, she went to work.

Beds were shoved to the corners. Books stacked against walls. A thick wool rug rolled and folded, exposing the hardwood floor beneath.

She knelt and took a stick of enchanted chalk from her drawer. The summoning circle she drew was precise--carefully measured, rune-aligned, and traced from one of the more forbidden texts in the restricted section.

And in the center of the circle, she etched one name:

Ser Cedrick.

He was the subject of every chivalric fantasy she'd ever nurtured.

According to the old histories, he had been a war hero. A knight of unmatched skill, beloved by nobles and commoners alike. He rescued princesses and peasant girls. He rode into battle for causes of honor. And--more than once--he made passionate, secret love to the ones he saved.

The texts always emphasized his gentleness. His lovers, it said, wept when he left.

Rena wanted to see if the stories were true.

She lit her candles. She placed her offering--rosewater, silk ribbon, a drop of her own blood--and began to chant.

The air shimmered. Candle flames brightened, flared, then turned an eerie shade of red.

The chalk glowed. Then blackened.

A crack split the circle.

And from within it, smoke began to rise.

Thick, twisting shadows of crimson and coal-black poured upward, swirling in unnatural currents. The air grew heavy.

Then came the voice.

"Hmmmm. So I have returned. Summoned... by whom?"

It was deep. Dark. Laced with power and amusement.

Rena's breath caught.

"That would be me," she said, trying to sound braver than she felt. "Ser Cedrick... I'm Rena. I'm a third-year at the Academy. I read about you. I wanted to meet you. To spend time with you. Just for a little while before I send you back."

The smoke thickened. And then, he stepped forward.

Fully formed.

Fully naked.

And nothing like the stories.

He was enormous--well over six feet. Muscled, scarred, and far older than the dreamy illustrations in her books. His face was bearded, his dark hair cropped short, and his body...

Rena's eyes dipped.

His cock hung heavy and thick, swinging between his thighs like a weapon of its own.

Even soft, it looked almost impossibly large.

And he was looking right at her.

"Send me back?" His lips curled. "Do you even know what spell you cast, little witch?"

Rena took a step back, heart pounding.

"I--I followed the instructions. I thought it was just a summoning. Temporary."

He laughed. It was not a kind laugh.

"You combined conjuring with binding you silly little witch." He closed the distance between them, each step slow and deliberate."I am yours now. As long as you remain in this world, so do I." His hand lifted to her face, brushing her hair aside. "There is only one step left. Say it," he said.

Rena swallowed. Her voice came out small.

"We have to... complete the bond."

"And how do we do that?" Cedrick said.

"Make love?" she tried.

He chuckled.

"Oh, sweetling. That's not what's in store for you."

The air seemed to pulse with heat as he loomed closer.

"If we don't finish the ritual soon, you and I will both be dragged back to the realm I came from."

His voice turned sharp.

"And believe me, little witch. You would not survive there."

Rena trembled. But a strange current stirred within her. Excitement? Fear?

Desire?

She looked up into his eyes.

"And if I say yes?" she asked. "If I complete the spell?"

"Then you live."

He tilted his head.

"And you belong to me."

Rena took a shaky breath and lifted her chin.

"I choose the land of the living," she whispered. "Let's finish the ritual."

A slow smile spread across Cedrick's face.

"That's my little witch."

She tied her hair back, hands trembling, then knelt before him on the cool hardwood floor.

Up close, his cock was even more intimidating--thick, veined, already beginning to stiffen as he looked down at her.

She reached out, wrapping both hands around the base.

"Gods, you're huge..." she murmured.

He laughed.

"No wonder they called you the Conqueror."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. It was already wet with precum.

Cedrick groaned.

"Stroke me, pet. Show your knight some respect."

Rena did as he asked, hands sliding slowly up and down his shaft, tongue flicking out to taste him.

"You're bigger than any boy at the Academy," she said, half to herself.

"I'm no boy."

She looked up at him.

"No. You're not."

She opened her mouth.

Cedrick growled his approval as her lips wrapped around him.

"That's it. Take me. Train that pretty throat of yours--mmm, yes, just like that."

He slid deeper, one hand bracing the back of her head.

She gagged but didn't stop.

The heat, the power, the danger of it all sent adrenaline surging through her limbs.

"Arch your back. I like a nice view while training a new throat," he said.

Rena complied and arched her ass back and up for her. Her school slid up a bit to expose her white lace panties.

"Hmm lace huh? You were planning on being bad werent you?" Cedrick said as he groped her exposed flesh and slapped it. "Now, when i slap, you count" he moaned.

Slap, "one," Rena mumbled against his cock, Slap, "two." With each slap Cedridk thrusted into her throat. Rena counted to 10 before coming up for air.

When she pulled back for air, strings of spit connected her lips to his cock.

"Wait," she gasped. "Can I ask you something?"

Cedrick arched a brow.

"While I still have air in my lungs," She said.

He smirked.

"Go on."

"I read that you were... chivalrous. That you saved women. Protected them. Was that all... fiction?"

Cedrick chuckled, low and dark.

"Oh, sweet thing. I killed their captors so I could take them for myself."

His voice dropped to a purr.

"They always offered to repay me. We always came to some sort of agreement."

Rena swallowed.

He reached down and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

She squealed as he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass.

"You summoned me," he said. "You want a knight? Then you'll be treated like a prize."

He carried her to the nearest bed and dropped her onto it.

She bounced slightly, legs splayed, skirt bunched around her hips.

"Now my little toy..." he growled, kneeling between her thighs. "Let's get you ready."

His mouth descended onto her skin--kissing, tasting, biting.

He grabbed her breasts, fondling them through her shirt, then yanked the fabric aside and latched his mouth onto one nipple.

She gasped.

His hand slid down her body.

Then two fingers slid between her thighs, stroking through her soaked panties.

"Already wet for me," he said approvingly. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?"

He yanked the fabric aside and buried his face between her legs.

Rena arched off the bed.

His tongue was relentless--circling her clit, then licking broad strokes along her slit, his fingers working her open.

Her moans grew louder.

"Cedrick--I--"

He stopped suddenly.

She whimpered.

"Not yet, pet. Save your cum for my cock."

He rose, thick shaft in hand, glistening from her arousal.

He pressed the tip against her entrance.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Rena nodded.

"Yes."

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her more than she thought possible.

She cried out, legs trembling.

"You feel that?" he growled. "That's me claiming you. Filling you."

Once he bottomed out, he stilled.

Rena had never felt so full. So completely possessed.

He began to move.

Slow at first. Then faster.

The bed creaked beneath them.

Her cries filled the room.

Cedrick grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.

"This pussy is mine now. For eternity. You understand?"

She nodded, barely able to speak.

"Say it."

"It's yours," she moaned. "You own me."

He slammed into her harder, her body bouncing with each thrust.

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails.

Candles flared--blood-red and emerald green--casting wild shadows.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Good. Mark the spell. Cum on my cock as I fill you."

He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back, exposing everything.

"Look at you. Taking every inch. It's like you were made for this."

Rena screamed as her orgasm hit.

She clenched around him, squirting helplessly.

Cedrick groaned, then grunted as he came--filling her with thick, hot seed, spilling into her until it dripped down her thighs.

He collapsed on top of her, panting.

They lay tangled, bodies hot and slick.

The candles dimmed, flickering back to their natural glow.

Rena turned her head, eyes dazed.

"Did it work?" she whispered. "Are you... bound to me now?"

Cedrick rolled onto his side, propping himself up.

"I feel... present. No more pull to the underworld. You've done it, little witch."

She smiled faintly.

"So... does this mean we're together now? Just you and me?"

Cedrick laughed softly.

"Oh, sweet girl. Do you think you can satisfy all my needs?"

Rena blinked.

He sat up, eyes gleaming.

"I plan to rebuild my harem. And now that you've bound me here, you've given me the perfect hunting ground."

His gaze flicked toward the empty beds in the room.

"Three other roommates, yes? Girls? Magic-blooded?"

Rena sat up slowly, blood still pounding in her ears.

"What are you saying?"

"I think you'll do a fine job convincing them to join us."

He grinned, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

"Don't you agree, pet?"