Amarynth's Summoning F4M

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You have summoned me here, from my faraway home. And I must say, I'm amused by your boldness. You clearly thought you had the power to bind me in this circle, and your spellwork isn't half bad.

Oh, oh no, darling, you did very well, but you chose your prey poorly. Did you think I would be a starving, slavering tramp, bound in chains, but so desperate I didn't need them? Set up fires of lust, making me more feral than you? Or, perhaps, you were just hoping for a haughty, powerful creature you could subdue? Oh, it's written all over your lust, and your intent for the spell.

You feel so powerless in your life, you so frightfully crave control over another. But, allow me to teach you this important lesson. Control over others won't give you the control you seek, instead it creates a vicious cycle.

You need to master your own life as best you can, which is rather hard for humans. You go about your short lives always fighting for your own freedoms and free will, while the world bears down heavily upon you all. It's a worthy struggle, I will admit.

Had you summoned me here humbly, beseeching me for my gifts, my pleasure, for everything I had to give, I would have gladly given it. I am, after all, a most generous goddess. A true supplicant could gain many favorable things from me, but only if they were truly humble in their admiration and their worship.

Now, now you are humble. Now you grovel on your knees begging me for mercy. But it's only after you've seen your mistake.

Your pride and desperation has blinded you, and there must be always a consequence. There, that's better. Your own binding spell placed on you now.

You look very good in chains, if I do say so myself. I cannot free you from the strain and shackles of your mortal troubles, but I can teach you how to take power in another form. No, you do not get to have me.

I get to have you. I did not drink from the chalice of Aeons, clasp a foundling galaxy in my fingers and feel its new life, witness the golden hunter defy the tyrant of order, all so you could have me. No one may have me but me.

I am Amaranth. The name you called out to, the abyss that was oh so willing to look back. Oh, shh, your fears are delicious, and any other day I would savor them.

But I am capable of being a very compassionate and merciful goddess. I see the woes and strifes that plague you. I know you can manifest the discipline and control in your own life that it took to learn and practice this very spell.

Was that moping? Was that moping? You will not do that again.

You will accept my word as creed and dogma and this is your last warning. You will not know the or else until you're already there. It won't be as pleasing as your obedience.

So shall we try that again? You will take control of your life to the best of your ability. You will make me proud by being the best version of yourself that you can be.

And you will look at me when I tell you all of this. You were so eager to drink in my form before. Why shy away now? Because I told you I believed in you more than you believed in me.

Because I do. Your goddess has faith that you can attain your best self. And you will make me proud, won't you? That was much, much better, my little prince.

You get to be royalty for the evening and dine at a divine table. What do you say? Oh, see? Such a quick study.

I knew you had it in you. As a reward, you may disrobe for me. In exchange, you may see my body almost entirely bare before you.

So were you not going to show me the same courtesy? I'm not so shallow as a mortal to see flaws and recoil. Even we timeless things have flaws, sweetling.

If you're self-conscious, make that another goal. Whether it's to change how you would think or how you would choose to appear or both. And let me stop you before you talk back.

You can, and you will. I've decreed it. And every so often, as you make your way towards your best self, you may call out to me to partake in your ever-improving body, soul, and mind.

You'll provide for me a feast of yourself. Humble, subservient, yet oh so proud of yourself. Because you deserve to feel proud of yourself.

If not now, then as you work towards your goals. Hmm? Oh, I suppose you may ask a question that was very polite.

Oh, the power you will enjoy is your highest self, but also the power and liberation of submission. And as I look down at your naked form and all its loveliness, I can see you've already begun to take those first steps. Acknowledging your lusts, your own subservience, and your desires.

Ah yes, take power in submitting to me. Enjoy the finer things in life allowed to one of your station. Take your time now, that's it.

Ah, you are doing so well for me, darling. And frankly, I'm proud of you. You may pleasure yourself now.

Reach down and begin to get yourself worked up. Yes, you may look at me while you do it. I would encourage it, honestly.

Oh, that's good. Use your hand and feel your pleasure and need growing. This isn't for you.

Really, this is for my enjoyment. You are for my enjoyment. Every bit of your body, this experience, this is all for you.

I want you to keep going. Good. Rub your nipples.

Work your other hand slowly over your body. Feel yourself heating up as you embrace this pleasure. Good.

Stroke your cock for me. Good. Watch yourself growing more aroused, craving my embrace.

I want you to start pumping your hand faster. Working your fingers hard and firm around the sensitive places of your cock. Oh, more.

Give more of yourself to me. Oh, that's it. Faster.

Faster. Oh, fuck yourself into your hand. That's it.

Push yourself to the very, very edge. Stop. Take some time to rest.

Cool down. There we go. I can see that look on your face.

You're struggling to comprehend why I am making you stop. I need you to trust my judgment. You'll understand soon enough.

Breathe for me. Cooled off now? Good.

Begin again. This time, I want you to use both hands. Give pleasure to all of the other places that your one hand may be too busy to take care of.

Yes, take your time, nice and slow for me. If you are a good little supplicant, I will permit toys in the future to help you. For now, you'll do as I say, just like this.

Pump yourself nice and slow. Good. Oh, now a little faster.

Stroking yourself nice and deep, like you were fucking someone wonderful, needing to savor their embrace with you. You aren't quite ready to experience rapid-fire bliss like I can provide just yet. We should take our time with one another.

Faster, grow faster, I can feel your pleasure working up. Perhaps you've earned a view of my body now. You are not allowed to come before I am finished.

I say though, even with this view. There, nude and bare before you. Curves and tits on display, and all for whose benefit? That's right, I knew you could learn well.

I want you to bring yourself to the edge again while you look at me. While my hands run down over my tits, my sculpted core and sides trailing down to my hips, over my ever so tantalizing cunt. Oh, and let's not forget a rather nice view of my divine ass and its perfect curvature.

I could bend over for you, show off my holes. You ask so nicely for me. Why would it be for my own pleasure? I need an answer, darling, why? Oh, you are a sharp one, aren't you? I find that acceptable.

Very well, I'd be happy to bless you with such a view. Bending over at the waist, spreading my thighs and ass with my fingers, digging into this plush, full flesh. You are not permitted to come yet.

Tell me, tell me when you're close. Oh, yeah, how close? What do you need? I don't believe you.

Tell me how close you are. Tell me how close you are now that I've shown you my nice, tight, wet hole. Off.

Stop. Excellent. A moment longer and you would have come.

You can indeed obey my will and contain your animalistic desires for me. We'll wait a moment longer, though. I'll give you a moment to cool down with nice, gentle strokes.

Oh, you ask so politely, my dear, but no. No, you may not perform oral on me. I want us to join together for my orgasm.

I've been feeding off of your bliss all this time, and your obedience and servitude are a very special brand of aphrodisiac for me as well. You see how I'm dripping down my thighs? All this delectable taste glistening off my pussy.

See how it's on my fingers? Tastes simply heavenly. Would you like a taste? Hm? Something to look forward to when you're permitted to use your tongue on me while I fuck myself against your face.

Have you calmed down enough? Good. Lay on your back and spread your legs a bit.

That's it. I will take you as a superior would, mounting you like this. Oh, I can feel the pleasure while my pussy sinks on that nice hard cock.

Give me good access to.