‘Do forgive me, My Lord, for addressing you incorrectly.’ I was distraught for not realising who he was. ‘Well, Miss Smith, as we were in such a...close embrace for a while I do believe that we could dispose of silly titles and with your permission I would like to call you Adelaide, which is a lovely name and perhaps you would call me Rupert. What do you say?’ ‘Surely, My Lord that would be inappropriate.’ ‘Only if we were not to meet again. I would count my life most empty if we do not meet. “We have very little control over that, but I can try.” answered Melanoche. Most of my ‘field of view’ was already gone.“Uhm Mel, don't you think he's gonna need some extra enticement to deal with those OP as fuck bitches?” asked Carnachias her sister.“I intended to bestow him with immortality and the ability to step in between the planes were he to succeed,” replied Melanoche.“Uhh, yeah no, he can get that just by walking out of here and drinking from the fountain, hahaha I've got it.”. Before I had a minute to say anything else, he was on me. His weight pushed me into the leaves and grass. His breath was hot in my ear and I could feel his hardness pushed up against my ass. My pussy got wetter and I arched my ass up to grind into his cock. ‘That wasn’t too smart Maddy.’ He whispered. ‘I am going to have to teach you a lesson.’ He grabbed both my arms and stretched them up over my head. He held them there, holding both wrists in one hand, as he ripped my shorts and panties. Maybe it was supposed to be cold. The lemures had been the spirits of the dead. Their touch had been cold, so why wouldn't their cum be as well.Why didn't I brink back-up cum? Just in case.“Journeyman Mage Faoril Lesibourne,” Lord-Mage Alorian said stiffly. “You have been invited to demonstrate your skills at magic.”“Thank you for the invitation,” I answered, my stomach roiling. I wanted to throw up.“For your first spell, you shall summon an eldritch horror. You must master it and keep it.