It's real.

Without giving himself the opportunity to hesitate and second guess himself, Rook took a deep breath and opened the door. The fresh steam and flowery scent of soap and shampoo immediately bodied him.

“Who—” he heard his sister ask through the fogged glass of the shower stall.

“It’s me,” Rook said, shakily. This was it, the moment of truth. His sister’s reaction to this sudden entry and announcement would prove the impossible.

He was on edge, his anxiety was going haywire, and what didn’t help was the silence he was getting from his sibling.

“Huh,” he heard her say, “I guess that’s fine, then.” There was a hint of surprise in her voice, like even she hadn’t expected to come to that conclusion. “Well, the fuck do you want?”

“I’m here to take a piss,” Rook announced, still a little shaky. He could believe that through some strange series of circumstances that his sister came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter if he walked in on her in the shower. However, there was no way she would feel the same about him taking a piss in the same bathroom while she was in there. Not unless his notebook was the real deal.

There was another long, agonizing silence. Then she said, “Hurry up, then.”

Holy fuck, Rook thought, it’s real, it’s fucking real. But he decided the time to freak out was later; he actually needed to pee and it would be even weirder at this point to make that announcement and not follow through.

After lifting up the lid, he unzipped his denim skirt, fished out his half-hard member, and aimed the tip into the toilet bowl. It took him a moment to relax; there was an undeniable stage fright in this situation given that his own sister was naked and would have been within arm’s reach if not for the partition separating them. He could even see her vague silhouette behind the fogged glass, a pale, thin shape topped with a ginger blur of hair moving around as she went about her cleaning ritual.

But finally, he managed to let loose the stream he’d been holding in, and a wave of relief came with it. Tagging along for the ride was a sense of wonder, his brain was finally coming to terms with his newfound power, and he was eager to exit the bathroom and return to his new Wish Note to see what else he could conjure.

After finishing his business, Rook left the bathroom and immediately walked back into the kitchen. His two other roommates were still in the living room but were actually paying attention to the TV now, no longer making out but just cuddling together. For once, he wasn’t too interested in them anyway; he needed the notebook. He walked to the counter and snagged it up, trying to hide how excited he was as he walked from there back to his room in the apartment.

He pushed open the door and quickly closed it behind him, feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Hail, wishmaker,” a sultry voice said.

Rook jumped in place, nearly dropping the notebook on the floor. His eyes were wide as they gazed at the intruder in his room, sitting on his bed. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing an enchanting smile on her darkly colored lips and a black, silken gown that was split up the side to show off long and sexy legs. Around her neck and shoulders was a mantle of crow-like feathers, and her eyes sparkled like amethysts.

Actually, it took Rook a second to realize the stranger wasn’t a woman at all. Thanks to how tight the dress was, he noted a flat chest and a small bulge between their legs.

“Who the fuck—”

“I’ll make it fast,” they said, lifting a gloved hand and snapping their fingers.

Rook’s mind felt like it was torn asunder, the knowledge of the true nature of the universe flooding in without warning. He understood everything he needed to; the universe was far vaster than he had ever imagined, in fact, his universe wasn’t the only one. The entirety of Rook’s reality was just one single bubble in a vast and infinite ocean of seafoam, each bubble its own universe with its own rules and laws.

He became aware of the concept of beings with incredible power, of which there were many, some of whom could travel between and even command these many different universes as celestial gods and goddesses or as demonic abyssals. The person in his room right now was one of the latter. He was the ruler of shadows, concubi, and trickery. His name was Ilvaneth, Queen of the Moonlit Vale.

All of this knowledge came so suddenly, and almost without context. However, he did not disbelieve it, he found it impossible to. It made sense to him on a fundamental level, something deep within the core of his psyche understood the truth of these visions, and any attempt to question their veracity felt hollow and small-minded, even in his own brain.

This experience took place in the span of a split-second, but to Rook it felt like a whole day had passed. When it was done, he was momentarily disoriented and shook his head wildly.

“What the fuck,” he said.

“From ‘who’ to ‘what’,” Ilvaneth chuckled charmingly. “You know, I’ll never understand why more deities don’t do that to mortals that they happen across. Especially in worlds like this one, where the fantastical is typically limited only to fiction. It’s so easy and avoids all the unnecessary drama of trying to convince mortals of the reality of their situation.”

Rook had to admit, the guy had a point. He didn’t feel the need to question any of what was happening right now. Even his own previous comment had been more an exclamation of surprise than one of confusion.

“Then again, I see you’ve already figured out how real this is by yourself. You’ve even done some experimenting with my book.”

“Y-your…” Rook gulped; the Wish Note felt a little heavier in his hands.

“Oh, don’t worry, those are—as someone from this world might put it—a dime a dozen.” To emphasize this, Ilvaneth snaped his fingers again, causing Rook to reflexively tense himself for another mindfuck, but instead a new, identical copy of his Wish Note appeared in the abyssal’s hand. “I can make and distribute as many as I want.”

“Oh,” was all Rook could manage to say.

“You’re welcome to keep that one and do whatever you want with it. I’m just here to let you know more about it. Oh, and to give you more toys to play with.”

“You’re just gonna let me use this to do whatever I want?” Rook asked, disbelieving. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, unless you consider the newfound knowledge of the sheer scope of your universe a consequence.”

“Fair, but why me?”

Ilvaneth stood up and sauntered up to Rook, smiling as he went. When he arrived, he grabbed Rook by the chin and pulled him into a deep and aggressive kiss.

Rook’s eyes went wide, but his surprise was quickly overshadowed by pure, unfiltered pleasure. It surged through his body like an electric shock that made his hair stand on end and made him feel the best kind of tingly. Within a second, his cock was rock hard, in the next second he felt an orgasm coming.

He wanted to react, but the kiss was so wonderful, so immensely satisfying and intoxicating, that he couldn’t bring himself to even try to stop it, so instead he felt himself ejaculate inside his panties. A dark spot quickly began to form on his denim skirt as perhaps the most intense orgasm in his life rocked his body.

Holy shit, was all he could think, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the abyssal’s mouth.

Ilvaneth did not relent, he continued the aggressive and frankly sloppy kiss like a predator feasting on its prey, like he was eating Rook alive starting at his mouth.

And he did not stop. The kiss lasted for at least three minutes and Rook did not cease ejaculating through the entire thing. His skirt, panties, and thigh-high socks were now soaked in a thick layer of his pearly white spunk, and a puddle had begun to form at his feet on the hardwood floor.

So, this was what it was like to make out with a divine being.

Finally, Ilvaneth parted lips, grinned at Rook, and finally answered his question, “Why not you? You’re cute and I’m bored. I want to see what kind of trouble you can get into.”

Rook’s legs gave out completely. He collapsed onto the floor, propped up against the door, panting and dazed from the intense climax, and he was still going. His rock-hard erection was still erupting with cream, but he was too exhausted to care.

Ilvaneth stepped toward the bed again, where Rook could spy a silk drawstring bag laying, and continued, “I am widely known as the Mistress of Mischief, do I need a better reason to give someone from a totally mundane world implements of unimaginable power? Isn’t that the sort of thing a ‘trickster god’ might do in your fairy tales and old stories?” He grinned.

Rook imagined that even if he was in a proper state of mind to do so, he would be unable to argue that point either.

“Oh, and I hope you’ll get used to that feeling. It’s not going away,” Ilvaneth added, gesturing toward Rook’s groin.

“Wuh…” was all Rook could manage, but he looked at the femboy abyssal with confusion.

“I just gave you my ‘blessing’. I’m the Queen of concubi, that was a the kiss of an incubus, it’s not going away. You’ll probably be ejaculating for the rest of your life, now.”

Rook’s eyes widened, and oddly, his biggest concern in this moment was how he was going to keep everything clean.

Reading the panic in his eyes, Ilvaneth laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the mess.” He snapped his fingers for a third time. A shiny, silver ring appeared between his digits, it was too large for a finger. Then it vanished, but in that same instant Rook felt something the base of his cock suddenly become wrapped in something metallic and snug.

Then Ilvaneth waved a hand and all of the cum at and around his legs and groin vanished, even his clothes were completely dry. Three of the empty water-bottles at his desk that Rook hadn’t tossed were now suddenly full of a suspicious white substance.

He was still ejaculating, but no new fluid was coming out.

“Now, on to more important matters. That book, which you have adorably dubbed the ‘Wish Note’, functions pretty simply. You write your desires within it, and the book will try to make them manifest. I say ‘try’ because it can’t do anything, it has limitations. Chiefly, it can influence only that which is statistically possible. For instance, it can’t make the sky turn red, but it could—as you’ve noticed—cause your roommates to realize they don’t really mind the idea of making out with each other when they’ve got nothing better to do.

“Actually, the one kind of desire the book can influence most reliably is the behavior, personality, and choices of other individuals. If what you’ve wished for is just for another person to react differently to stimuli, it will happen, and it will do so in such a way that will make the affected individual believe it was their idea to begin with. That’s what happened in the bathroom a moment ago, when you entered, the book made your sister have the epiphany that she didn’t really care that you had just barged in and relieved yourself.

“Aside from being unable to accomplish statistically impossible things, the book will also take much more time to fulfill very complicated wishes. The more complex the request, the longer it takes. That’s why it took about five years for the book to give you a feminine body, that was a change that was possible, albeit very complicated. Does all that makes sense?”

Rook nodded, the erotic haze clouding his mind beginning to fade. Seemed simple, the wishes had to be stuff that is technically possible no matter how unlikely and behavior stuff was the most reliable.

“Good. I’ll make it even easier for you, though. If the Wish Note can’t accomplish a particular wish, it will be erased the moment you finish writing it. I’ll even get rid of all of the wishes it hadn’t granted up until now just to keep things clean and tidy. A little star will be drawn into the margins of wishes that will take time to achieve which will disappear when the wish has been achieved.”

“That’s great,” Rook said. He stood up, uneasily. His head was clear again, but the constant ejaculation was making his legs very wobbly. That would definitely take some getting used to. “What am I supposed to do about this situation, though?”

“The constant erection and orgasming? You’re a clever kid,” Ilvaneth said, shrugging, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out. The Wish Note would be a good place to start.”

“So, what’s in the bag?” Rook asked, standing up straight but needing to steady himself on his dresser.

“I’ll leave you to figure that out. I’ve left some key instructions in your Wish Note, but they won’t tell you everything. It’ll be fun to discover some of these things on your own, no?” He chuckled mischievously, then blew Rook a kiss. “I look forward to seeing what you accomplish. Bye-bye, for now.”

With that, Ilvaneth seemed to fade into the shadows behind him, becoming more and more translucent before disappearing entirely.

Rook’s eyes were left gazing at the basketball-sized black silk bag left on his bed, wondering what might be within it.