The summoning ritual continues. You are single-mindedly trying to achieve your goal.

You continue the ritual purposefully.

Your goal must be achieved, regardless of possible... difficulties.

Every spoken word and every gesture causes pain in your body.

Minute by minute you continue to perform the elements of the summoning ritual.

Your eyes stare into the book, concentrating on each symbol.

There is more and more smoke.

This smoke is getting thicker.

You peer into the smoke, still uttering the words of the spell.

Someone comes out of the thick smoke towards you.

Someone who clearly does not belong to the concept of “human” or to the concept of “creature of this world”.

Vague silhouette...

Hooves instead of legs.

A long thin tail that is covered with small curved spines.

Two protruding, large horns on the head.

Long curved and sharp claws on the fingers.

The look of non-human eyes. These eyes shine in the darkness like little lights of a flame. There are no normal whites in these eyes (instead there is a strange orange-reddish substance). Instead of normal pupils, there is something vertical and diamond-shaped, with a dark purple tint.

Despite the horror in your mind, you monotonously continue to repeat the words of the spell.

The Creature summoned to this world by your spell takes a step forward.

It came almost close to you. Now you see that the face of this creature looks like... the face of a woman. Indeed, this is the face of a very beautiful woman with plump scarlet lips, an elegant nose, and smooth silky skin. Lush ash-colored hair touches the horns.

Your gaze drops a little lower...

You see boobs.

Big tits that are barely hidden by clothes.

The clothes of this... “woman” are clearly not burdened by the need to follow the rules of decency. Small panties, a corset, a necklace that looks like a collar.

There is a smile on the “woman’s” face...

She opens her mouth and... sticks her tongue out at you!

A long red-violet tongue covered with many small spike-like growths.

The gaze of non-human eyes is directed directly into your eyes. It's like you're hypnotized. Your tongue goes numb.

The sound in your head is... laughter.

The laughter of this... "woman"

Laughter and mocking words: “You didn’t even bother to draw three additional protective circles! Ha! Ha! Ha! Didn’t your teachers tell you about using enchanted suspension-blockers to control changes in the aura in their lectures, boy? Or did you prefer to skip lectures? Ha! Ha! Then I won’t even go into detail about the fact that it would be nice to know the true prenomen of the extraplanar entity being invoked and that one must pronounce the words of the spell normally and not confuse the pronunciation of important magical terms!”

This creature summoned by your spell communicates with you telepathically.

And what you hear makes you feel very afraid.

You want to say something, but... you can't. A otherworldly strong will has paralyzed you. You can't even move!

In response to your attempt, the voice in your head sounds again: “You will speak and move when I allow you to, baby! You performed the summoning ritual so well, that now... you are simply my ****! Ha! Ha! You just offered me your soul for free! It's a pity that the vast majority of people are not such lovable fools as you... So you can proudly realize that you are unique! Ha! Ha!"

You are trying to mentally inform this “woman”, every thought is difficult for you: “But I... I called you in order to... I need... I really need...”

In response you hear: “I know all your miserable desires. Your mind is primitive and open to my influence, just as the cunt of a port whore is open to the dicks of all sailors with money! Removing magical paralysis from idiot Patrick... How boring... You can't make me do anything, kid! But I... I can do a lot..."

After these words, you see how the “woman” makes a gesture with the fingers of her left hand...

Streams of black smoke escape from the sharp claws, quickly enveloping your body.

You feel how every part of your body is penetrated by powerful burning pain.

Once in your childhood you burned your thumb in boiling water (you shouldn’t have disturbed the cook in the kitchen...). The current sensations are similar to a situation where your whole body would be poured with boiling water over and over again...

If you could, you would have started screaming by now.

The summoned creature clearly enjoys your pain.

Then she hugs your body, pressing her soft large tits against you, her tongue licking your cheek, leaving scratches.

Probably, this creature liked your pain so much that it began to speak to you out loud (not using telepathy).

The sound of a ringing melodic female voice contrasted with the monstrous non-human appearance: "So... Your soul already belongs to me, dear fool Jorin. Perhaps arrogant idiocy is your hereditary trait! Ha! Ha! But I don't like to break my toys too quickly. You, like an obedient puppy, will have to entertain me for a long time and do all sorts of nice things for me! Therefore, I will fulfill what you so passionately desired! Idiot Patrick will get rid of magical paralysis and will again annoy everyone around him with his alcoholism!"

Streams of black smoke rush to the place where Patrick's body lies.

Then the “woman” comes close to you again.

You have no control over your body at all - you open your mouth obediently.

She kisses you. Her tongue intertwines with yours.

An indescribable combination of pain and powerful waves of pleasure.

It's hard to believe, but, despite all the horror of what is happening, your penis stands up, feeling a rush of blood!

The kiss lasts a minute.

Then the “woman” moves away from you and...

She spits right in your mouth!

The viscous grayish-purple substance bears little resemblance to ordinary saliva...

You are **** to swallow most of this liquid.

The thick grayish-black smoke gradually dissipates.

The silhouette of the creature you summoned also begins to dissipate, as if it were just a strange hallucination.

But even when there is no longer any magical smoke in the room, you still understand that what happened was not a hallucination at all...

The reason is simple - the farewell phrase of “women” sounds in your head: “See you soon, puppy! We will have many exciting meetings! Remember that now you are my property! Property of Mistress Voluptuous Tormentor!”

Your body can now move.

You fall to your knees, exhausted.

Blood drips from small wounds on your palms. But soon this stops.

You are close to panic.

You think: “How could I be so arrogant and careless?! Now my soul belongs to this... creature, about which I know practically nothing! I’m just an idiot with shit instead of brains!”

Your sad thoughts are interrupted by a hoarse voice: "Jorin... Why the fuck are you kneeling in the center of the room? Have you been drinking too, dude?"

This is Patrick's voice.

You look up. This drunkard stood up as if he had never had any magical paralysis.

So this extraplanar creature finally did what you wanted...

Patrick walks to his bed, unsteadily. He even slightly kicked the book that was lying on the floor.

Patrick then falls onto the bed and turns his face to the wall. A minute later, his snoring can be heard.

Alfred quietly approaches you and helps you up.

He says in a trembling voice: “I was so scared, Jorin... It’s so good that everything worked out for you! I always knew that you were a very smart and talented guy!”

You realize with bitterness that the consequences of your action are very far from such a flattering description.

You ask Alfred, “Did you... Did you see anything? Any unusual creatures?"

He shakes his head and says: “I only saw strange grayish smoke. Then I asked you if it was worth stopping the ritual. And the next moment I saw you on your knees, and Patrick struggling to his feet. That's all."

You nod.

Alfred goes to bed.

You carefully take the book and hide it under your bed, disguising it with old wooden shoe boxes.

Then you also go to bed.

So, you managed to save Patrick, but...

What happened was simply a disaster.

Your soul...

You need to try to correct the situation. But the chances of your success are vanishingly small.