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The Summoned

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Arji’s ritual summons not one but ten tickler succubi, who strip him, bind him to the bed, and coat him in lotion for their sport. They promise his dream of endless tickling is just beginning—and their healing magic ensures he can beg for mercy all night long.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Arji

A man in his late 20s with smooth, well-maintained skin that feels like silk under the succubi's fingers. His dark hair is tousled against Vonny's lap, and his expressive eyes—wide with a mix of terror and exhilaration—betray the thrill beneath his desperate pleas. His body, now glistening with scented lotion, is a map of sensitive points he offered up in his ritual.

Vonny

The undisputed queen of the coven, with midnight hair cascading over shoulders that hold a regal grace. Her eyes are pools of molten amber, holding a knowing, merciless kindness as she cradles Arji's head in her lap. Her fingers, tipped with nails like polished obsidian, dance with predatory gentleness over his neck and throat.

Angel

A vision of deceptive sweetness with cascading blonde curls and eyes the color of a summer sky. Her smile is a radiant, innocent curve that utterly contradicts the merciless intent she whispers. She hovers over Arji's left side like a beautiful, vengeful cherub, her hands poised like feathers over his ribs.

Lifa

With fiery red hair and emerald eyes that spark with playful malice, she is a living flame. Her touch is electric and impatient, already skimming the territory Angel claimed, as if she can't wait to join the feast. Freckles dust the bridge of her nose, giving her a mischievous, girlish air.

Tika

A sly, slender succubus with a sharp black bob and eyes that gleam with clever mischief. She moves with a dancer's precision, her initial poke to Arji's waist a calculated probe to find the most reactive spot. Her smile is a quick, secretive thing.

Nadya

Ethereally beautiful with silver-white hair and cool, moonstone-gray eyes. Her touch is initially reverent, almost clinical in its appraisal of his skin's softness, as if admiring a fine canvas before defiling it. Her elegance is icy and poised.

Myka

Athletic and powerful, with a strong, toned build and warm brown skin. Her hands are strong, kneading his thigh with a masseuse's confidence before shifting to a lighter, more torturous touch. Her dark eyes hold a promise of stamina.

Raisya

Exotically beautiful with rich, dark curls and eyes like warm honey. Her touch on his left thigh is one of genuine, awestruck discovery, her fingers tracing the smooth skin with a artist's fascination. She smells of jasmine and sandalwood.

Acha

A woman of few words with intense, kohl-rimmed eyes and a severe, beautiful face framed by straight, jet-black hair. Her smile is a small, private thing that speaks of deep, silent satisfaction as she immediately attacks the sole of his foot, bypassing all preamble.

Chika

Petite and playful with a pixie cut and large, sparkling eyes. She mirrors Acha's actions on the opposite foot, but with a bubbly energy, her touch fluttering and unpredictable. She seems to vibrate with barely-contained glee.

Elina

The anchor of the torment, positioned at the epicenter of his vulnerability. She has a serene, almost maternal beauty, with soft chestnut hair and calm hazel eyes. Her fingers resting on his stomach are deceptively still, a latent threat. She smells of lavender and ozone—calm and magic.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Long Night Begins

Arji’s scream died in his throat, swallowed by the first, shocking wave of sensation. Vonny’s lap was soft beneath his head, her scent of dark roses filling his lungs, but her fingers on his neck were electric—light, teasing strokes that made his muscles jump and his breath hitch. The ritual circle’s glow still pulsed behind his eyelids, but the real magic was the ten pairs of eyes watching him, ten beautiful smiles promising exquisite torment. His body, slick and gleaming with cool lotion, was a naked, offered feast, and the first giggle that burst from him was equal parts terror and pure, helpless thrill.