Summoning and Daddy Issues (Plot Heavy!)

“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, watching as the dildo hit the floor, rolled, stopped, and stood impossibly on end, facing me. I shut the window and muttered a word of power which flew out and closed my gate, turning the sign to read CLOSED as Lilly vanished back into the street beyond.

When I turned back around the dildo had grown and taken form, now a black wolf stood before me, scrawny, demonic yellow eyes boring into my own and I felt the inexplicable urge to kneel. I did not.

“Father?” I asked tentatively, holding out a hand towards the beast incase it became aggressive and I had to banish it in a hurry.

“Johan,” the wolf didn’t speak so much as open its mouth and a voice issued forth. A deep, low, growl of a voice that vibrated every cell in my body. “So, my most treacherous child still lives, how does it feel to be the last of your kind? Still running away with your tail between your legs?”

I felt the power of his will, pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. But, I hadn’t survived the last three hundred years by being a pushover and I managed to keep his godlike **** from driving me to my knees. His eyes flashed with anger.

“There is a difference,” I had to grit my teeth to **** the words out as the **** pressed against my chest, almost keeping me from breathing. “Between running away, and sound tactical planning.” I grimaced, muttering a minor counter spell and taking a slow, deliberate breath. “Something you and the others never seemed to realize. Sometimes, most of the time, brute **** is not the most efficient path to victory. That’s why you lost so badly, against mere humans!” I coughed, pounding my chest as my heart faltered. I could taste blood in my mouth.

My hand fumbled inside the pouch at my hip as I dropped to one knee and spat blood.

The wolf smiled at me, stepping closer.

“Cowardly words from a cowardly son,” he growled, “pathetic.”

“Says the god…” I gasped, “hiding in a sex toy…”

“Nice last words, though I will thank you for removing me from that bitch Rose’s sanctum and freeing my essence. As you die now at least that’s one thing you managed to do right, stupid child!” The wolf’s eyes flashed brightly and he leapt forwards with impossible speed, fangs reaching for my throat.

But I had been goading him on purpose and as his feet left the ground I pulled the charm I’d been reaching for out of my pouch. It was a simple silver pin in the shape of a rose and as his form crashed into me it flashed with holy light.

“What! What is this!? Release me!” The dildo hit the ground, bounced twice of its own volition, and turned to face me. “You dare use the magic of the enemy, on me, Fenrir! I shall—”

“You will shut up,” I grumbled, my heart finally starting to beat normally again as the oppressive presence left the room, “and stop being the arrogant prick of a dad you always have been…” I pulled the small vial of womanly juices I’d collected from Lilly’s first orgasm out and held it for him to see. “Or I’ll banish you back to whatever abyss your true body is hiding in, savy?”

“Is that…”

“First cum, yes, willingly given, of a Red Riding Hood no less, collected by me.”

I could feel the confusion, the conflict raging inside the artifact.

“That’s not possible!” it finally said, “no Red Riding Hood would ever cum for one of my sons, they’d rather die… their ever-watchful Goddess would never allow it!”

I sighed, “amazing what a few hundred years of prior planning and actual research can do for you, isn’t it? And this is only the first, soon I’ll have many samples just like this one, from fully fledged initiates to the head mistress herself, if needed.”

Fenrir, or whatever part of him inhabited this artifact was, for once, silent.

“Now,” I sat down, “obviously I can’t let you stay in there or be a part of my plans. Please don’t take too much offense, father, but an old wolf can’t learn new tricks and I can’t have you hanging about to mess up my carefully laid work. But…” I hesitated as I felt anger building in the artifact again, yet it held back and remained silent. “But… if you’d like to help me bring down dear cousin Rose’s Holy Ordos and the whole realm of men with it…” I remained silent as Fenrir’s presence washed over me, deciding what to do.

Finally there was a frustrated growl and I felt him give in.

“Fine… I cannot dispute your results… regardless of my opinion as to the methods.” The dildo turned over once in the air then settled to the ground again. “What can I do to help, son?”

“Give me all the power you’ve stored in this artifact, all the magic, I’ve had hundreds of years to build up my own but this will allow me to seriously move up my plans. Then go, I don’t want even the faintest hint of your essence to remain. No voices in my head. No conscious magical artifacts. No watching. No peeking. No interfering. You’ll have to trust me.” I quickly continued before he could object, “and… in exchange I will give you periodic updates using the old ways.”

“And I was having such fun with that girl’s lewd mind too…” the artifact mumbled.

“What…” I bent down and hissed at the thing, “did you do… exactly…”

“Don’t’ get huffy with me,” he growled back, “just some harmless mental fucking, she won’t remember a thing. But,” I could feel him smiling from whatever dark corner of the universe he was hiding out in, “she built the fantasy herself, and it was about you, punishing her with your cock. She was willing even.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, for once my dad hadn’t screwed up. In fact he had given me useful information.

“Do we have a deal?” I asked, exasperated.

“We do,” he agreed, “but these updates had better be juicy! I’m damnedly bored out here!”

I smiled. “Oh… they will be. They will be…”