You take a jaunt outside Arkus

You awake in pitch darkness to rough shaking from your head maid's hands, far from the pleasant morning that you're accustomed to. Zalreanne blanches at your deadly glare, but nonetheless persists despite your attempts to roll over and ignore her.

"Master, Kakkchal is back. He says it can't wait."

Not seeing much alternative, you groan and push yourself upright—as much as you'd like to consider yourself independent, the dragonkin represents the queen of Imporne and your de facto overlord. When you reach your throne room, you find the regal envoy standing in the doorway with his staff held high. Your two junior maids flank him on either side, rubbing their eyes and holding back yawns. You groan and sit down, pulling the dark elf on top of you. The dragonkin bears a serious expression on his face fitting his rugged body, and strikes his staff twice against the stone before beginning to speak.

"Greetings again, lord of the tower." The dragonkin dips into a deep bow, holding his staff upright throughout the process. "I and my lady are glad to see that the recent **** was not too hard on you."

"Good to have you again!" The enthusiasm doesn't quite reach your face. "Missed these lovely ladies these past few weeks?" The two maids blush and do their best to look scandalized, although given their outfits do nothing to hide their assets it's hard to take them seriously.

"Now, on to business—" he continues as if he didn't hear your greeting "—I am afraid my lady demands that you make for the peak at once. She will not take no for an answer." The messenger straightens up, his tall form and regal staff giving off an air of majesty appropriate to his position.

"Oh, what's this about? Surely we can take a day or two like last time?" The two maids step forward and take the herald's arms, pressing their breasts into him, but he brushes them away.

"I am afraid that this cannot wait. It has come to your majesty's attention that several monsters in the area have allied themselves with adventurers in pursuit of some sort of wondrous artifact, and that you are one of them. She demands that all of you visit the summit at once, and bring your adventurer allies. She of course has no wish to meddle in your affairs, but must ensure the well-being of her other subjects and that your feud will not engulf all of Imporne. Are the adventurers nearby?" You nod. "Very well. Prepare your things: we will set out in an hour."

"Rea, if you could fetch Selena's group? Also Aethane, she'll want to come along. Let the others rest and tell them where we went in the morning: we'll be back as soon as we can." The lavender elf gives a deep curtsy then turns to leave, her ass swaying hypnotically as she does. "Annie and Cindy, if you could see to our guest's needs for the next hour? I'll..." the world suddenly goes dark, as if you've fallen asleep in your chair. Given the time that wouldn't be a surprise, but you still seem to be conscious. At least, this doesn't feel like a dream. But if it isn't a dream, who's doing all the chanting?

Flames flicker in the corner of your eye, then your vision gradually begins to return. Glowing red lines around you form a pentagram, and you can now make out the chanting as coming from four or five feminine voices in a circle around you. As your vision adjusts to the darkness, the figures around you sharpen. Three women stand in your field of view, hooded black robes slightly parted at the front. Judging by the tantalizing flesh that peeks through, they're wearing little or nothing below. Acrid fumes from burning incense fill your nostrils. Some sort of smooth, tan substance makes up the walls: it's like nothing you've ever seen.

There's a loud gasp from behind you and the chanting suddenly stops. The two women to either side of you look up, and then recoil a bit in shock at the sight of the daemon in front of them before steadying. You turn to take in the rest of your surroundings, making out five figures total. Each at one of the points of the pentagram, clad identically to the rest. One of them lifts her hood to reveal long black hair and Asian features, only a hint of surprise on her face.

"Azazel, we have called you here to bargain." She takes one careful and confident step forward. Her voice is familiar, although you can't quite place the resemblance.

"Look, ladies, I'd love to chat but I really have somewhere to be. Could we pick up this conversation some other time?" You try to take a step forward but your limbs only respond sluggishly, as if held by the profane rune on the floor.

"All the more reason for you to be reasonable. We can hold you here for a full day, although I trust that won't be necessary to come to an agreement?" The Asian summoner smiles, any surprise her lips showed now replaced with confidence.

You take in more and more of your surroundings. Some clothes bundled in the corner look totally alien: they have a slight sheen that can't belong to cloth or leather. Right, the summoning book. You restrain the urge to smack your forehead: you aren't really a night daemon. This must be the other world—the world of adventurers.

"Who has summoned me, mortals?" It's perhaps a bit late for the formal aura, but you'll have plenty of time to refine the process for later summonings. Hopefully when you're actually awake. The tardy pomp only elicits a snort from the woman who addressed you earlier.

"I'm Sophie, although you probably know me as Alastra." The others leave their circle to step behind her. "This is Sakshi, who you've met as Vash the alchemist." The woman immediately to her left removes her hood to reveal a gorgeous, chocolate brown face surrounded by a mane of wavy black hair. Her face is ponderous, somewhat unsure of the situation. "Carrie, who you've met as Circe the enchantress." The woman to her right reveals a pale, plain face with blonde hair. Barely contained excitement covers her features. "Sun, who you've met as Hecate the witch." The woman to Sakshi's left removes her hood to reveal Asian features with flawless skin, carefully manicured lashes, and deep red lipstick. Her straight hair cascades behind her, black with a ribbon of alabaster. "And this is—"

"I'm Jen, and can I just say this is so cool, Mr Azazel?" The woman to the far right practically throws off her hood. Her pale, pretty face is framed by shoulder-length, pitch-black hair. Thick black makeup rings her eyes and covers her lips. She's noticeably younger than the rest of the group—the other four are middle-aged, while this one can't be more than a year or two past twenty.

"Your fifth group member? I don't remember seeing her." You smirk a bit at the last member's drastically different demeanour.

"No, we just found her at the university since we needed one more for the ritual." A sigh escapes Sophie's lips. "No matter. So, are you ready to bargain, or do we need to hold you for a few hours from whatever engagement you have?"

"Fine, what do you want?" You cross your arms and lean back slightly.

"What are you waiting for?" Sophie addresses Jen and gives her a light shove, causing the young woman falls on her knees in front of you. After stabilizing herself, the enthusiastic newcomer looks up at you expectantly.

"What's this about?" You look down at her, confused.

"The offering?" Sophie replies in an exasperated voice. Oh, right, You did get the abishai to add in that little clause. Wouldn't want to spoil things now.

"That's all well and good, but I don't get the impression that she's the one that wants to make a deal." Despite your protests, you extend your rod, and the goth woman lets a bit of drool escape her lips before going to work. "Did you really go to all this trouble to help someone you didn't even know summon me?"

"Ugh, no, of course not. The ritual wasn't specific about who had to make the offering, though, just that it had to be made." Sophie punctuates her statement with a victorious smirk while you try to recall exactly what modifications you had the abishai make.

Right: you'll have to fix that little loophole if you make any more copies... or maybe it isn't so bad. She hasn't won as complete a victory as she thinks she has, though. "So only one of you wants to make a deal, then? I see you aren't stupid, but I believe it was quite clear that one contract means one offering."

"Well, she can just make four offerings, then." You give her a look that says 'really,' and she frowns. "Give us a moment." The adventurer turns away, motioning her three companions to the other side of the room. The inexperienced but enthusiastic ministrations of the groupie between your legs are a welcome start to your day, so you leave them to their scheming. The four women whisper just quietly enough that you can't make out the words, but the annoyed gestures and pointing fingers make it clear that the discussion isn't a friendly one.

The hisses continue endlessly, and you find yourself growing bored of the squabbling and of the inexperienced blowjob. Taking matters into your own hands, you grip the you woman's head, pounding in and out of her throat. Jen's eyes go wide with shock as she chokes slightly around your member, but she makes no attempt to resist. Instead, she seems positively enthusiastic: her hand parts her robes to access her bare slit. It only takes a minute of pounding before you bring yourself to a climax, dumping a load down her greedy throat, and her eyes roll back in her skull as she shudders at the sensation. When you loosen your grip on her hair she slides off your member with a happy gurgle and collapses to the ground. A slight trail of cum leaks out from between her closed lips as she lies exposed on the floor.

Accusations continue to fly across the room, so you stoop to the exposed flesh in front of you. You're about to explore some of the other orifices on offer when the four finally turn back to you and march over. Sophie wears a triumphant smirk while the others glare at her. "Okay, daemon, the other three will pay the tribute. Let's get this over with. Who should go first?"

You point at the ground in front of you, but they merely cast confused glances back. "All three of you. I won't bite." Sakshi steps forwards first, slowly dropping to her knees in front of you. She takes your shaft in her hand and gives it a few pumps before bringing her face to it, giving it a hesitant lick and then taking the tip between her lips. Her tongue swirls around a few times, collecting any last traces of your last ejaculation, then she moans around your shaft and begins to move up and down the length in earnest. While she can't match up to Rea, she's no amateur, and you can't help but moan from her efforts.

Sophie's other two lackeys step forward shortly thereafter with hesitant yet slightly intrigued looks on their faces. Not quite sure what to do they part their robes and approach you to either side. Carrie's small and firm breasts feel just as nice pressed into your left arm as Sun's large bounty do against your right. You earn a few moans as you explore their depths with your fingers, then reach up and press gently but firmly on their shoulders. They descend to their knees, each giving your shaft a few licks from the side. Sakshi starts to withdraw to give Sun a turn, but place your hand on her head to keep her in place. She looks up in confusion, then shock as you extend your two other shafts to either side of the main one. All three of the adventurers pause for a moment, unsure what to do at the sight, but after guiding the two newcomers' heads to their respective treats you soon have three experienced mouths servicing your lengths.

"Okay, that's better. So, why have you summoned me?" Sophie doesn't catch your question at first, transfixed on the sight in front of her, then tears her eyes up to meet your own.

"Right, daemon. We have a business proposition for you. You see, there's a powerful artifact called a Radiant Soul hidden somewhere on or near Imporne. It allows adventurers to pass the level 50 cap, but only if they've been permanently summoned to Imporne. There are rumours that adventurers who pass level 50 can achieve truly legendary feats, and—" you wave her off with a hand.

"I already know about the Soul and have sponsored my own adventurer. In fact, from what I know, aren't you sponsored by Sahr'rhazad?"

Sophie looks momentarily caught off balance at this information, but quickly regains her confident look. "Okay, good, we can skip the basics. Yes, I'm working with her. However, we're currently having a... disagreement. I want to be summoned first and then get the soul. She says she'll summon me once I have the soul and am level 50." Frustration is evident on her face. "Not to mention she hasn't been clear on whether or not she'll summon my friends or not, and they want to come too."

The friends in question are doing an excellent job, and you pause to release in their three waiting mouths to a series of moans. They start to withdraw their heads, but you guide them back down your lengths and a moment later the three are bobbing up and down once again, this time more enthusiastically than before. "Sorry for the interruption. Anyways, why is any of this my problem? I assume you sought me out because of the guarantee you get with a contract. Trouble is, as I said, I've already signed such a contract with another adventurer, so unless you know of a second Soul..."

"Look, fine—forget the Soul." Despite her words, her face fumes at the news. "We want to be summoned into Arkus, at which point we can pursue the Soul or another one on our own."

"And put you in a stronger position to contest my champion, without any benefit to me if you succeeded at finding the one Soul we all have access to right now?" You groan a bit at your progressively more enthusiastic attendants. "Look, I'd be lying if I said your friends weren't somewhat, ah, persuasive, but I'm not exactly lacking for blowjobs at home."

Aaaaaagh! Sophie lets out a scream of frustration and kicks a tray of burning incense across the room, then paces back and forth. You see no reason to intervene, enjoying her companions as she does, and even give them another drink for their efforts. "FINE! I didn't fly across the country just for a social call. Enough with the games, daemon. We want to be summoned. You can summon is. What do you propose?"

"First, you'll soon learn we've all been summoned to some sort of summit in the Great Wyrm's dungeon. After it's done, you'll lead my adventurers and I to the djinni's lair." You idly guide Sun and Carrie by the hair as you speak, setting their pace to match the woman sucking your central shaft. "When we later attack that lair, you'll put up a fight, but ultimately lose to our invading ****."

"Done. We're through with her anyways. What else?" Sophie paces back and forth in front of you, her hands clasped behind her back and strained concentration across her face. Savouring the shift in the conversation's balance, you draw this out, pausing between each sentence as you enjoy your first day of debauchery outside Arkus.

"Well, how about a little wager? Once the djinni is defeated—just to ensure that you don't find some loophole to sabotage our invasion, you understand—you'll visit my dungeon as guests. At that point you can choose to walk away, should you choose to do so. No harm done. However," you put on your friendliest grin, "you may also choose to be summoned to Arkus as you requested, and then engage in a tournament. My champions against you, one at a time, with time for you to recover in between. Should you defeat every challenger, you go on your way, summoned into Arkus as you desired." You pause, both for suspense and to try to hold back the burning in your loins. "Any of you who are defeated, however, give up their status as adventurers to become servants in my dungeon in a role of my choosing."

Offer made, you groan and release one last load into the slurping mouths around your members, then retract them. "Excellent work, ladies. Be sure to visit my dungeon again if you want another go: you could even throw the fight." You give them a wink and a smile and Sophie scowls. Her three companions hesitate for a moment, dazed looks on their faces. Sakshi wipes her lips and stands, only a half-hearted scowl across her face and a thin trail of white running down her chin. The others follow soon after. "Those are my terms. What do you think?"

"I accept, daemon." Sophie wears a triumphant smirk. The others whisper for a moment then nod as well. "I want this in writing, though. The book was quite clear about your kind's trickery."

"Why, you wound me!" You do your best to put on a mock pout. "No tricks from me: I'm as honest as they come." You produce a quill and parchment in two bursts of flame, and not long after sign four contracts with the terms you discussed, one per adventurer. The moment the last contract is inked, a burning arch starts to rise out of the circle behind you.

"Now, I need to be going. I look forward to seeing you all in Arkus!" The adventurers ignore you, whispering once more amongst themselves. Below you, the groupie stirs on the floor and looks up at you, gasping as she sees the gate opening. "You might not see these fine ladies again, but be sure to call on me again some time! I'd love to meet your friends, and perhaps we could make a deal next time." You wink at her and step through the open portal. Moments later, you materialize back on your throne to the surprise of Rea, Selena, and the rest of your adventurer allies.

"Sorry about that; it seems Alastra decided that now was the best time to summon me to her plane. It all worked out for the best: I'll fill you in on the way to the summit." You walk up to Selena and reach around her, giving her right breast an appreciative squeeze, and she moans and leans in to your side. "And perhaps I'll have time to tell you about what we talked about, too!" You laugh at your joke, savouring the prospect of taking **** on the paladin who allied with the lich Akserrak only a few weeks ago as you make your first steps to the summit of Imporne.