Gemorian Ascendant Ch. 03

"Your seed nourishes us."

"Gives us your essence and gives us more magic."

"Fills our tummies and makes us stronger."

"We love it and we want it."

"We crave you, summoner, please give us your seed."

"What? So like...succubi? But you're pixies aren't you?" Part of me wondered if I'd garbled my summoning ritual somehow.

There was a flurry of giggles. "We are pixies, yes."

"Tricksy little pixies."

"But we are Gemory pixies."

"All Gemory enkons feed on lust."

"Her lust is our lust, and your lust gives us power."

"Oh. So not just you five...anything I summon from Gemory..."

"Will be made more useful to you, more powerful for you, by your own lust and power. And the more you increase your skill and magic, the more your lust and power will grow." Maëlys completed my thought and answered the question within it all at once.

"I guess I hadn't thought about the fact that the pact I signed was with a Duchess of Lust. I just knew they were a major power of the Netherrealms. I'm, uh, going to have to be kinda picky about what I summon then."

Maëlys chuckled, and the pixies all giggled at that. "Well, yes, it's definitely important for you to make the right choices. But don't worry too much; for one, many of us can shapeshift to one extent or another, so even the more bestial of us can be quite fetching when we need to be. But second, I am here to advise you, so trust in me and you will have no problems fucking your way to power."

The two pixies that had been by my face each gave me a kiss on a cheek. "And now you have us too."

"And you can fuck us to power all you like."

The other three resumed their routine on my dick, licking, kissing, and rubbing their faces, the smooth skin of their torsos, and tiny titties all over it. "We will make our summoner feel so good."

"Let the beasties be hungry."

"Feed your pretty pixies."

I groaned. The feeling and sight of their writhing bodies all over my dick was quickly pushing me towards the edge, and their chorus only increased in intensity. "Feed us!" "Fuck us!" "Cum, sir!" "Cover me!" "Please sir, please!"

But it was Maëlys that finally pushed me over, as her throaty, sultry voice appeared behind my ear. "Ohhh, give them your hot thick cum, sir, make them your cum slaves, cover the pretty little beauties all over with your big load. They need you so bad, they want it, begging you for your cum. Shoot your powerful seed so you can fuck us all to glory with that wonderful thick cock!"

That did it; my cock swelled and exploded. The first rope shot into the air and landed on the frantic, squealing, squirming pixies thrashing on my cock. The second splattered mostly on my stomach and chest, while the next few were mostly intercepted by the face of whichever pixie was now claiming the spot of prominence as they jockeyed for position at my cockhead as I released. The two pixies which had been at my face licked and sucked at the cum that had landed on me, as the other three alternated between trying to milk more dribbles out of my still-pulsing cock or licking up what covered them and my crotch both. They worked with feverish, desperate enthusiasm, sucking and licking up all the cum they could get with remarkable efficiency.

It wasn't long before they were mostly just cleaning up each other, licking up the residue of my cum off of each other's faces, the skin of their bodies, their tiny breasts. As I fully sat up, it became evident where that was going. Sure enough, once their tummies were indeed full of my cum and only the barest residue remained, they enthusiastically began to kiss and play with each other's nipples and dripping little cunnies, laughing and moaning at the attention they lavished on each other as they sank down on the platform to fuck each other.

"They sure are...lively little things, Maëlys."

"Mmm, well you did a wonderful job of charging them up. It's fun to watch you play." Then she chuckled and added, "And watching them seems to be getting you ready to play again quite effectively."

She was right, of course. My cock had dropped to half-hardness, but now it seemed to be back on an upswing. I licked my lips as I watched the pixies intermingling with each other in a writhing heap, mouths on breasts and pussies and asses, fingers doing the same, and here and there a deep, ravenous kiss being exchanged. One of them, the one with blue hair in fact, went into a shuddering, whimpering orgasm as two of her companions both lapped at her pussy. After, the two turned on each other, kissing and licking pussy juice off of each other, while the blue haired one took a moment, shivering still. I reached out to her, opened my mouth and...

"...uh...blue? Bue pixie? Um. Wait, what are your names?"

The blue pixie looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and smiled. "No, summoner. You formed us.."

"When you summon our essences from Gemory's realms, you make us new," added the pink one.

"We are nameless," said green.

"But you could name us," offered the yellow.

"And give us your name, summoner," finished purple, an eyebrow arched.

That last part didn't sound like a good idea at all, especially with the look she was giving me. Though considering how naive I was back then it's probably best that she wasn't very good at hiding her mischievousness. But I did need to give them something to call me as much as I needed to give myself something to call them. That would probably hold true for all the Gemorian beings I summoned, I thought to myself. And so it struck me.

"Ah, uh, well, you all can call me Master Gemorian, or just Master. I am Gemory's agent in this world, and we will take power in her name, long may her unholy reign be." As I went, I began to find my voice. "So, my creatures, halt your play and come forth, line up and receive the appellations your master bestows upon you."

The pixies grinned and seemed excited at the prospect, though one or two lingered fingers or caresses on bodies of whatever companion they had been with before flitting over to me. They all floated in a line before me, hovering in the air on their iridescent dragonfly wings.

"Let's keep this simple." I walked up to the blue pixie, who was first in line. Her blue eyes were bright and eager, and I could see the dampness between her thighs and the residue of my cum in her hair. On impulse, I reached my hand to her, and ran a finger across her soaking cunny, which caused her to shiver and moan. I brought my finger to my mouth for a taste, then said, "You are Cerulea."

She smiled brightly and said "Thank you, Master Gemorian."

The purple pixie was next in line, and as I came to her she spread her legs and with her hand spread her glistening folds apart, showing me her pink. I wasn't sure what to make of this ostentatious show of deference, other than to embrace it while staying on guard. But, when I slid a finger in her offered pussy, it caused her to hiss in pleasure and her altitude to waver lower as she rolled her eyes back in her head. Apparently, she had just been close to orgasm and wanted a little help getting there, spritzing my hand as she did. The others giggled as she finished, but she quickly regained her composure and slid up and off my finger. As she shot me an impish smile, I licked her juices off my hand and finger. "You are named Porphyra, and you'll owe me for that one."

She snickered and bobbed her head. "Thank you master."

I sighed and shook my head, but moved on to the next pixie, the blonde. I was caught again by her golden eyes, which were looking unflinchingly into mine, though her smile was demure. I frowned, shooting her a disapproving look, and after a moment she withered and her eyes dropped. I took a strict tone. "You threw me for quite a loop. That could have been bad."

She bit her lip, suddenly unsure. "I'm sorry, master. I didn't know what was happening." She looked up at her companions in the line, maybe expecting them to support her, or chime in like their usual chorus. This was clearly different, though, and the rest of the pixies all looked away and kept silent.

I crossed my arms, continuing to stare her down. She was quickly shriveling under the scrutiny, hovering lower than the others, and that lower lip began to tremble. It was gratifying seeing the effect I could have on her, especially considering the effect she had had on me. "Turn around," I intoned.

She blinked up at me, her eyes suddenly glassy with unshed tears, and her lower lip trembling in earnest. I felt a pang; she truly looked pitiful. "M-master?"

But this was a pixie. Who knew what was actually happening behind those amber eyes. And this was a key moment. I held her golden gaze, keeping my face as impassive as I could. "Turn. Around."

She audibly gulped, and spun in place, facing away. I grinned at her compliance, staring at her tight, rounded little buttocks. I pursed my lips in thought, then nodded. Taking a step forward, I reached back and swatted her little ass sharply. She yelped, and dropped down to the ground. Her hands reached back to cover her quickly reddening cheeks. "Owwwie!"

"Move your hands. Move them or you will get double the punishment."

This elicited a scared squeak, and she dropped her hands to her side. As soon as she did, I leaned down and gave her cheeks a sharp underhand swat. She yelped again, saying "ohhwwie master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master Gemorian, I promise I never give you the dusting."

I quickly swat her again. "You are mine, little pixie. You aren't dusting anyone without my permission, and you will dust anyone I tell you. Understood?"

"Ay! Yes! Ayay! I give what master wants, always!" She hopped up and down in pain, and her cheeks were proper cherry red. I heard her sniffle, and let out a sob.

I patted her head, and she turned and rushed to my leg, hugging it tightly. I rubbed her back. "There there. Be a good pixie, and serve me well, and we will have a lot of fun."

"Y-yes, m-master." She sniffled again, and I'm pretty sure she rubbed her snot off on my leg.

I rolled my eyes, then caressed her blond hair. "Go on, join the others. But do not forget what punishment by my hand feels like. And the rest of you, do not forget what it looks like. You must all abide by my wishes."

A chorus of "yes master" answered me, and I nodded. As my yellow one rejoined her companions, I nodded at her and said, "Take heart. Your name is now Aurea." She nodded back and gave me a little smile in response. That...was rather fun, I thought to myself.

I licked my lips as I moved to the pinked-haired pixie, her red eyes seemingly torn between expectation and trepidation as she watched me come closer. Then she looked down at my cock, which was now on the rise again, and she licked her lips. That brought a smirk to my face, and helped me continue to harden. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked up at me through her lashes while still glancing down at my dick. "Ready to be named, little pixie?"

She shook her head up and down vigorously, eyes wide. "Oh, yes master."

I smiled widely. "Good. Then let's do it." I reached out my hand to her supple little body and trailed a finger down from a dark red nipple to her soaked little cunny and rubbed it in a small circle. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned appreciatively. I brought the finger to my lips and tasted her. This little interlude was definitely working me up. "You are named...Rosa."

She smiled prettily and fluttered her lashes. "Thank you, master. I love it."

"I'm sure you do." I glanced over at my green pixie, now the last one left. "And that brings us to you."

Deep, dark green eyes glanced at me then looked away, looked around, looked at the other pixies and occasionally over to the altar where Maëlys's ephemeral form still silently floated, watching me deal with this. Her fingers fidgeted, tapping and twiddling. "Nervous, little pixie?"

"Boooored, master, let's do something, let's play, let's fuck more!" She virtually vibrated with energy, wings fluttering too fast to see even as she bobbed up and down hovering in place.

I laughed, seeing I had misread this one. "Alright, fair enough. Patience isn't your strength. But it must be learned."

She pouted, crossing her arms under her small breasts. "But I dunn wannaaaa," she whined.

"I know, but sometimes you must. It's part of learning to obey."

She started to frown, but then looked over at Aurea, and with a resigned face nodded her head dejectedly instead. I almost laughed, her expression was so dramatic. "Chin up, chin up. A new name for you, and we can get back to playing."

She looked at me expectantly and nodded more enthusiastically, hands clasping and fingers twiddling again.

"Alright then." I ruffle the green hair on her head, run a thumb across her little nipples, hard as pebbles, then feel her whole body vibrate as my index finger slides across her bare, wet pussy. "Welcome to the world, Verda."

"Verda!" she squealed, then took off up to the ceiling and looped around the chamber twice, laughter tinkling around us as she flew. I sighed, but couldn't keep a smile off my face as she enthused. She flew to Maëlys's apparition and did a quick, floating curtsy before her face, said "How do you do, I'm Verda," and flew off again as Maëlys laughed.

Finally, she flew into a laughing Cerulea and they hugged, giggling as Verda said "Hi I'm Verda," and Cerulea replied, "Hello Verda, I'm Cerulea." The rest soon got in on the act, "Hello Aurea, I'm Rosa." "Hi Rosa, I'm Aurea." "I'm Porphyra." "Hello Porphyra, I'm Cerulea." "Hi Cerulea!"

Round and round they go, each introducing herself to each other one several times, before I finally had to interject. "Excuse me ladies. I'm very happy you're all quite satisfied with your new names. But I'm afraid we do have other things to do."

Verda looked up at me, dark eyes shining. "Yes master! Time for more play!"

"Time for fun!"

"Time for fuck!"

"Yes, let's fuck master!"

"We will fuck you so good for our nice new names!"

I chuckled, looking at them dubiously. "I love the enthusiasm, ladies, but uh...if you mean actually fuck, I'm not sure that will work?"

"Master is very big," said Verda, nodding.

"But it's not impossible," said Rosa, raising a finger.

"But we would need more shifty magic," said Aurea, frowning.

"But we don't have it yet," countered Porphyra.

"But we can do it together," finished Cerulea.

They all cheer at that, while I furrowed my brow, not sure I had followed what they meant. "What do you mean not impossible? Or doing it together?" I was intrigued, to say the least, both intellectually and carnally.

"Oh, we are tricksy shifty pixies," Aurea replied, tapping one of her little horns.

"Some fun shifty shifting magic, and you could do us littles with your big big mmmm," said Verda, eyes closing as she "mmm"s for emphasis.

"But it's stronger magic than we have so far," said Porphyra, voice sad.

"But there is a magic we have now that will do!" Cerulea said, smiling in triumph.

"What magic is that?" I asked.

"We puts our mana together!" Cerulea said.

"And we are our mana," Aurea added.

"So that will make us a five-pixie," said Porphyra with a nod.

"And then master will fuck five-pixie so so good," said Verda

"Master will love fucking five-pixie," finished Rosa with a wicked grin.

"Hmm. I'm not entirely sure I get what you five mean. Maëlys?" I asked hesitantly.

"I think you'll like it, master. Let them go ahead. You'll see," she said.

"Alright then. Go ahead."

The five pixies cheered again, then formed a circle, joining their hands. They closed their eyes and chanted, voices higher, shriller, than was normal even for them. I could only make out some of their words, as it didn't seem to be entirely in the typical arcane language, and the words flew by incredibly fast. After a minute or so, the chant came to its climax, and there was a multicolored flash, causing me to shield my eyes and turn away.

When I turned back, I blinked again at the sight before me. Then I rubbed my eyes to be sure. But no, I saw what I thought I saw. Rather than five one-foot tall pixies, standing there was one five-foot tall pixie, grinning triumphantly. Her hair was a purple-blue-green-blonde-pink rainbow; her two small horns peeking out from under her bangs. Her eyes shimmered in many colors while promising mischief. Her wings likewise seemed to reflect and amplify the dim light like prisms. Like the pixies, she was slim, slender hipped and small breasted, but exquisitely formed. My mouth watered as I took in her nude splender, and my cock came to full attention.

"Oh. Shit."

She giggled and leaned forward, holding her hands out behind her and cocking her head to the side. "You like, master?"

"I do."

"Yay! We can see your big big likes us too. We can't wait to make him feel good. Can we give you a wonderful fuck for our wonderful names now? Please master? We want to sooo bad."

"Oh yes, it is definitely time for us to fuck." I grinned, already thinking of ways to enjoy this eager, petite treat. And that's exactly what I did.