Use the Nightmare again

Dalian had been right. Three days later word spread that the Princess had arrived. She was supposed to be some sort of elf but no one had seen her. Everyone knew where she was. She had been escorted into the Oak Tower, the one that stood in the shadow of arch-mage Sareth's tower, and had been under guard ever since.

Aaralon hadn't had any chances to practice demonology again. The zodiac alignments necessary for the spell hadn't been there but there was a good enough conjunction tonight.

He was ready. Rather than using his room again and risking the mysterious blood on the wall he had returned to the top of the tower which had served so well for the Tar'oth imp test summon. It was well after midnight and so the princess would most likely be asleep. The full moon shone clearly through the skylight.

"Oai'aj poir'ah joi'ap oura'll mro'at" Aaralon wrapped his lips around the incredibly hard to pronounce ancient language necessary for high magic incantations.

There was neither a flash or light nor a puff of smoke. As Aaralon felt the magic course through his body he looked up to see the jet black demonic stallion waiting for him.

Naked, his cock already erect - this must be an effect of the Nightmare, Aaralon thought - he climbed on to the back of the summoned demon.

The challenge was that he did not know the princess' name. However, he knew where to go and he had a clear focus on who his target was.

Without warning the Nightmare lurched forward and carried Aaralon through the wall. He passed through the stone as if it wasn't there and sat safely on the back of the demonic horse as it charged through the sky.

The Oak Tower was in sight in seconds. He had no time to wonder whether anyone else could see him as the demon charged towards the princess. Together Aaralon and the demon plunged through the ancient wooden roof that gave the tower its name.

The princess? bedroom was perhaps just a little larger than any of the standard rooms given to the student high mages. Aaralon could see at once the need for secrecy; the princess was a Drow ? a dark elf. Her skin was as black as the Nighmare who stood above her bed with its nostrils flaring.