Summoning

In Matilda’s mind, her older self suddenly seemed insubstantial; the room around her started to fade, as her body seemed to dissolve into nothingness. However, that was only because I had removed the blocks holding her in her dream, and now her body was calling her to awareness, as it built closer and closer to climax. As she blinked open her eyes, finally in full control of her body, she thought for a moment that she was still in the dream, but had suddenly become her younger self, stuffed with cock at each end. It was only when she looked up and saw me smiling back at her that she realized that this was the here-and-now…and that two men were actually fucking her in the living room of someone else’s house.

More than that, her body was writhing in approval, finally getting the fucking she had denied it for over 18 years.

As she realized that not only was she awake but also that she was totally in control of her mind and body, tears sprang from her eyes. They were followed almost immediately by the first vaginal orgasm she’d experienced since college. She screamed, and would have bit down on Tricksie’s cock had I not reached out and mentally kept her from doing so. The boys had no instructions to the contrary, so they kept right on fucking her in perfect rhythm, sliding in and out as if joined at the waist, which, if you counted Matilda, I guess they were. She shouted again as orgasm number two took her; moaned as she reached five; mewled when the count reached eight.

I lost track myself just past 12.

Of course, after a bit, she wasn’t aware enough to even tell she was cumming, so I decided to override the boys’ programming and have them put on the brakes. As she knelt between them, their cocks still inside both her mouth and pussy, she drifted in a blur of thoughts and emotions. Mixed in with the still fresh feeling of erotic completion was just a tinge of sadness. ‘God, I’ve been so stupid,’ she thought, as the 18 years of denial and self-hatred she called control flashed through her brain. Again the tears began to leak from her eyes.

I was happy to see those tears. I had pushed her toward absolute surrender, as a means to force her to reconcile her desires, her fears, and her hatreds. Now that she could face the pain of the past without forgetting the pleasure that could be gained, I had some hope that she might actually start living again…instead of deriving all her pleasure from watching from the sidelines.

For tonight, I was content to let her play with Richard and Tricksie, knowing that she – and they – would not remember anything about the specifics come morning. She would wake up the next day knowing she had a wonderful time, and looking forward to participating more at the next meeting. More importantly, she would feel the need to start seeking out a sexual relationship more pleasing that the one she had always enjoyed with her fingers.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I set the boys back into motion, adding one last command to their one-track minds…to cum when Matilda had her 12^th orgasm this time around.

As I turned to leave the room, I couldn’t help but wonder whether if, after 18 years without, the taste of cum would still send Matilda into the thrashing orgasms of her youth. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t wait around to find out. I still had other people to deal with tonight, and they all were waiting for me in the converted garage they all called the dungeon.

END PART FOUR

PART FIVE

“What you have to understand, lad,” Merlin said, “is that I had been alone for quite a long time from a human standpoint, with no hope of ever seeing another human face again. There was no need to talk, for there was no one to talk to. Instead, I read – history, literature, fiction…whatever the text, I devoured it from beginning to end, absorbing vast amounts of knowledge in the years that passed without number. Therefore, when Olympias appeared to emerge from the sea without any mode of transport save her own legs, I thought that I had at last succumbed to the insanity that I had always feared would claim me.

“She was not a beauty in any objective sense; not tall, but not short; not fat but not thin; not well-endowed, but not flat-chested. She had olive skin, and iridescent eyes that glittered in the right light, but her nose was too flat, her chin too firm and wide for her to be labeled beautiful. Yet, had she stood among a hundred other women, she would have shone brightest among them. It was not her looks that set her apart, but her bearing, her manner. She was, to sum everything to one word, regal.

“And yet, as she sat drinking my tea in the kitchen of my home, she was not cold or distant, not aloof or haughty. She was quiet, but that was the awkwardness of trying to find some place to start a conversation; she smiled and complimented my tea, and declined my offer of something to eat, as if she knew that there was very little in the larder that could be considered a suitable companion to afternoon tea. I looked at her in somewhat fuddled amazement, and she looked back as composed and calm as if we were longtime friends doing something completely routine. Yet still, she didn’t speak.

“”Who are you? Where did you come from? Is anyone else still alive there?” The words came pouring from my mouth like the fire comes to the dry brush in the dry summer. She smiled at me, amused, and then began speaking with a distinctly non-English accent.

““There is no one left alive anywhere on this planet save you, dear Merlin; had there been, I likely would not be here now. You are the last human born on this planet, perhaps the last that will ever be born here. As such, you are the last to whom I may give the gift that has been entrusted to me. More to the point, you have a destiny to fulfill, one that you do not know about, but one which I have waited hundreds of years to bring to you. I shall tell you about that before too long.

“”As for me, my name is Olympias, queen of Macedonia, wife to Phillip II, queen mother to Alexander the Great.” Seeing my jaw drop even further, she laughed, a rather harsh sound to be sure. “You look at me and wonder how such a thing could be, that I could come to you still young had I been alive before the birth of Jesus all those centuries ago? The answer is simple…my son cursed me to live through the centuries as caretaker to this…” she held out her left fist, palm up, and let her fingers uncurl. Inside was a ring…” he held up his own left hand, indicating the ring of Solomon “…this ring.

“Olympias looked at me in silence for a moment, as if contemplating where to start unraveling something complicated. Apparently, she decided to start from the beginning.

“”In the days after my marriage to Phillip, I began gathering to me the avatars of the metaphysical world…witches, sorcerers, psychics…those that could divine for me not only the future for myself, but for the heir that I intended to produce for Phillip’s throne. In the midst of all those I called to my chambers came one from the heart of the desert of Africa. He had uncovered, in the ruins of a temple that bore Solomon’s name, a scroll…and a ring. He had thought to bring it to the religious scholars of the East, but, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how far he set his course by the daily rising of the sun, he found himself traveling north.

“”It was only when he reached the Mediterranean Sea that he encountered a Macedonian trading ship bound for home, and he was captured by those men and brought in bondage to Phillip’s court. Hearing of my search for divinity for my son, he begged for an audience with me, and soon had me convinced that the ring might have belonged to Solomon himself…and that the scroll was the key.

“”But he had buried the scroll and the ring near the shore where he was captured, before he encountered the ship. With Phillip away on yet another mission to conquer the rest of Greece, I used the power of the throne to send the same merchant ship back to shore of Africa, to search out and bring to me the ring. The dark skinned man of the desert went with them, saying he would unearth the treasure I wanted, if they would allow him to return to his home. I told the captain of the ship that, should he keep his bargain, the man should be freed…” here, Olympias’ lips twisted into a cruel grin “…then killed before he could ever breathe word of the ring to a soul.

“”Six months passed, until finally the merchant ship returned from its mission, and the captain called upon me privately in my chambers at the palace. The captain knelt before me and presented both the ring and the dusty, tattered scroll to me. I thanked him and promised him great reward and the favor of the king.” Again, she smiled cruelly. “Within the week, he and his crew were charged with high treason and collaborating with the enemy, and were summarily executed. And I only had to pay such a little money to have the evidence of their “treason” snuck onto their boat as they drunkenly celebrated the ‘favor of the king.’” She laughed, a cold, hard sound that matched the winter in her eyes.

“”I took the ring and the scroll to the witches I had brought to Pella to advise me on the future of myself and my son. In turn, they took the scroll to one of the scholars of the Talmud who lived by trading and lending money to the sailors at the docks. The translation was slow, but gradually the scroll emerged as the writing of Solomon himself. In it, he described how he had used the ring to glorify his God, and to complete the temple as God had commanded him. Having bent the demon’s to his will with the ring, he placed it and the scroll inside the temple, never again using or even touching it until the end of his life.

“”Though the translation offered no instruction on a way I could use the ring, the witches saw that, by using the dark arts of their kind, they could summon a demon known to have been in the ring’s power…the one known as Ornias. And, once they had summoned it, they thought that it could give them the key to unlock the ring’s power.

“”Their summoning was successful, but for months, Ornias refused their entreaties to give them a way to bind the power of the ring to a human other than Solomon. Finally, in desperation, I went to the dark cavern where the witches chanted while Ornias hissed and screeched to be dismissed from their imprisonment. I walked up to the mystical chamber in which it was imprisoned, and yelled into its face “What do you want? What will make you give me what I want?” It stopped screeching, and faced me directly, standing to its full height inside its trap. “What do I want?” it asked menacingly. “I will release the power of the ring to you, or to the one you wish to have it, but only for a price you will never pay.

“””I want you.” And it shrieked with laughter as I turned away, enraged, with no intention of granting its wish.

“”But, as the days passed, Phillip grew closer to winning his campaign to unite Greece under his rule, and I knew that when he returned, he would desire me to join him making his son and heir. So, as that day approached, I again returned to the cavern, and began to dicker with the demon as to what agreement we might reach.

“”In the end, the bargain we struck was as hard fought as the war Phillip had just won, and it would cost me as dearly individually as it had cost his men in blood and effort. The demon would have me, but would not have use of me in its demon form. Instead, it could inhabit the body of another mortal, and use me until its desire was satisfied. If even this was too close to it for my own security, I could also inhabit the body of another, though it would be one of the demon’s choosing. And, there would be one final condition – it could not have me until I had watched my son fulfill his destiny as king and ruler of an empire…or, should it come to that, until after I had seen my son die.

“”The bargain struck, I used a sacrificial blade held by one of the witches to prick my finger, and watched as one drop fell from its tip into the circle which held Ornias at bay. The demon caught it before it touched the floor, and, using it as ink, affixed its symbol to the contract that would bind us together once my son’s destiny was fulfilled. Then, saying only “It is done,” the demon disappeared in a thunderclap, leaving behind only the contract…and the ring.

“”I left the cavern behind quickly, leaving my bodyguards to complete the assignment I had given them; no wagging tongue could be left behind to tell of my deal with the demon, which meant that all of the witches had to die. Their screams and curses chased me to my horse, which I rode at a mad pace back to the palace. Once there, I hid the ring in a secret place, a slight hollow underneath a brick in the floor of my chambers. There, the ring was to sit until I presented it to Alexander on his 12^th birthday, after which he tamed the stallion Bucephalus, the horse he rode even to his dying day. I told him the same things that Ornias had told me about summoning the demons controlled by the ring, and as he grew, so did his control of the demon horde. Finally, he began to send the off to do his bidding as he chased his destiny across Europe, Africa, and Asia. He fulfilled virtually every wish I had ever had for him…except one.

“”He died before he could ever stop to enjoy the fruits of his conquests, to relish the role of empire builder and legend. To sit on the throne of his father and know that he had conquered parts of three continents, and to make plans anew to conquer more. In that way, my dreams of his destiny were dashed when I realized that the power of his ring could not save his life.

“”Then, he called me into his tent, just moments before his death. And, putting the ring in my hands, he told me that I had given it to him to because I had planned his destiny, pushed him into it without choice or voice of his own. And the ring had only kept him on the path that I had chosen for him, pushing him forward by giving him victories he did not deserve, conquests he could not have achieved without some aid from the demons of the ring. In his heart, he blamed me for how he was dying…having used all the power at his disposal to further my grandiose dreams, and having none left to heal himself.

“”But, he still had some control over the ring, and, using it one final time, he bound my destiny to it, making me its keeper. I can never wield its power, but I can give it to those who I feel can use it to fulfill a greater destiny within themselves. I can never die, for the ring cannot be destroyed, and I will exist as long as it does. I am alive, but with no need for food to stay that way. I can change my appearance in an instant, to better survive or fulfill my purpose as ring-giver, but I will never age in body beyond where I was that day my son died in Babylon.”

““But there is one more thing.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “The demon Ornias was enraged by Alexander’s last action, but could not claim me while I held the ring in my possession. Our agreement said it could claim me once Alexander’s destiny was fulfilled, and as long as I held the ring, that destiny could not be finished.

“”However, whenever I gave up the ring, that gave Ornias power over me. Once it rested securely on the finger of another, my body would fade, and I would find myself in someone else’s body, at the cruel command of some man who Ornias had taken possession of. And he would use me again and again, day and night, until the destiny of the ring wielder had been fulfilled, and the ring came back to me again.

““But that brings me back to why I am here. Even though you are the last man left alive on Earth, I do not have to give the ring to you. I imagine that, if I did not, you would die and I would be left on this planet, alone, until another human being dropped from the stars and I decided whether his destiny was somehow intertwined with my own.

“”However, while that could happen, there is one last thing that must be said, so perhaps you can understand why I am standing before you now. You see…you and I have met before. In the year 637 A.D.

“”In the court of King Arthur.”

“And, that, lad, is when my jaw finally hit the floor.”

Leaving Matilda and the two will-repressed men to their fun and games, I turned toward the dining room…and saw, just before I completed my turn, a slight movement. Reaching out with my mind, I felt a presence there, one that desired to quickly return to the dungeon before I noticed him. With virtually no effort, I reached into his mind and locked his muscles, so that his flight from me was arrested mid-stride. The resulting “Thump!” that reached my ears was explained seconds later when, rounding the corner, I spied a man lying in a heap next to the countertop that separated the dining room from the kitchen.

“Steven! Fancy meeting you here!” I said to the paralyzed body, legs still cocked as if to take a step forward.

By my way of thinking, Steven Howard was my Public Enemy Number One. From the first time Sara had brought me to this house, he had been cold and distant, and over a few months, that distance had had turned to contempt and hatred…and I really couldn’t understand why. I had politely rebuffed his few invitations to top him in the dungeon, but I had done that with everyone else, since Sara was the only one I had ever planned to play with inside this house. No one else took it as the personal affront Steven did, and I often wondered if the love Sara and I displayed openly only made Steven’s peevishness grow more quickly.

Of course, when Sara made it known that she and I were through, no one took more happiness in the announcement than Steven. But all the venom he apparently had for me became apparent in what had happened two months before…at the last monthly meeting I had come to before this one.

Sara and I had been broken up for a month at that point. I had skipped the meeting before that, still too wrapped up in my own misery to even wish to be around anyone. But, perhaps seeking one of those Cheers moments, hoping I would walk in the door and everyone would shout “Daniel!” in hearty bonhomie, I had driven to Gerry’s home and walked into the living room as usual.

I could have heard crickets chirping, had there been any in the room. The feeling of having 12 people suddenly drop dead silent when you walk in the room, staring at you like you’ve just dropped the f-bomb in the Queen’s presence…well, I should have turned around and left.

But I didn’t.

I smiled bravely, paid my meeting dues and signed in as normal…and was thusly ignored by all present. Even Sam kept his distance, though I did see some stirrings of sympathy in his eyes, on the few occasions he made eye contact with me. It was as if everyone had gathered for my wake, but I, the corpse, had had the indecency to show up alive.

Like Iago watching the downfall of Othello, Steven reveled in my discomfiture. I’m sure if he had thought of it, he’d have rubbed his hands together with glee, the villain seeing his evil plot coming to fruition. But even then, he wasn’t quite finished. As I sat pondering the depths of a plastic cup full of Diet Coke, he walked up to me, and stood as if posing for a picture, hands on hips and standing at his full height. It was only later that I realized his stance blocked me from the rest of the room, so no one could see me fully…could see what, if anything, I did in reaction to what he said.

I continued staring into my cup, ignoring him. I suppose this must’ve infuriated him a bit, since he wanted a confrontation with me – something I didn’t know then, but which made itself apparent quite quickly. As I stared at the bubbles that occasionally broke the surface of my soda, something white and gooey dropped into the cup from above. I looked up, just in time to see Steven sucking a line of saliva back into his mouth.