I cleared my throat, though my hands were still inches away from Zeraphis's glistening skin. The air in the room was a thick mix of Deborah's floral perfume and the sharp scent of Zeraphis's arousal.
"Deborah," I said, trying to find a tone that sounded more 'Lord-like' and less 'caught-red-handed.' "This... isn't exactly what it looks like. Well, it is, but it's for the sake of the bond."
Deborah's face went from pale to a shade of crimson so deep I thought her robes might catch fire. Her gaze darted from my hands to Zeraphis's heavy, exposed breasts, then down to the pile of black armor on the floor.
"My Lord..." Deborah stammered, her voice an octave higher than usual. "The High Seer sent me to... to check on the mana synchronization. I didn't realize the synchronization required... physical intimacy with a Tier 3 calamity."
"It's the Second Law, isn't it?" I said, stepping back slightly but keeping my eyes on Deborah. "The Balance of Will. I'm testing the limits of her obedience. If I can't control her at her most vulnerable, how can I trust her on a battlefield?"
Zeraphis let out a low, mocking chuckle, her violet eyes dancing with mischief. She deliberately shifted her stance, letting the firelight play across the curves of her hips and the dampness between her legs. "The Master is a very thorough teacher, Little Mage. He was just about to explore my... internal architecture."
Deborah winced, her fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt. "The bond of 'Internal Ownership' is rare, Karl. It creates a feedback loop. What she feels, you feel. If you... if you engage with her like this, the mana resonance could become volatile. You're playing with a solar flare."
Despite her warning, Deborah didn't leave. Her eyes kept drifting back to Zeraphis, a flicker of curiosity—perhaps even a bit of envy—crossing her features. She was a scholar of magic, after all, and she was witnessing something that hadn't been seen in centuries.
"If the resonance is volatile," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I looked between the two women, "then maybe I need a second anchor to stabilize it. Someone who knows the theory as well as I know the practice."
I snapped my fingers. The command was silent but absolute.
Zeraphis's smirk vanished, replaced by a momentary look of shock as her physical form dissolved into a swirl of violet mist and black shadows. In an instant, the oppressive, heated weight of her presence was gone, leaving only the cooling armor on the floor and the faint scent of ozone.
"Back into the Void for now," I muttered.
Deborah let out a long, shuddering breath, her shoulders finally dropping from their defensive hunch. She avoided looking at the pile of discarded armor, her face still flushed a deep pink.
"That was... one way to handle her, my Lord," she said, finally finding her voice. She smoothed her robes and regained some of her professional composure, though she still wouldn't meet my eyes directly. "But we cannot rely on your natural dominance forever. Zeraphis is ancient; she will find cracks in your will if you don't reinforce it with technique."
She stepped further into the room, her expression turning serious. "The High Seer has authorized your formal education. Training begins tomorrow at dawn in the Outer Sanctum. You will be joining my other disciples."
"Disciples?" I asked.
"The Sisterhood's most promising summoners," Deborah explained. "They have spent years learning to coax a Tier 1 familiar into existence. Seeing you with a Tier 3 will be... an adjustment for them. But you need the structure. I will personally oversee your progress. We will cover mana-circuiting, the linguistics of the Void, and most importantly, how to command without losing yourself to the spirit's essence."
She started to turn toward the door, but then she paused. As if reading the lingering heat in my gaze, she turned back, her eyes locking onto mine with a sudden, soft intensity.
"Will His Lordship require my services tonight...?" she asked, her voice dropping to a silken whisper.
Before I could answer, she reached for the silver clasp at her throat. With a deft movement, she loosened her outer robes, letting the heavy fabric slide from her shoulders to pool silently on the stone floor. Beneath, she wore only a thin, translucent silk slip that left very little to the imagination.
My breath caught in my throat. This was exactly why I hadn't spent a single second looking for a way back to Earth. The "Lord of Convergence" wasn't just a title of power; it was an invitation to a world of absolute indulgence.
"Our purpose as Pillars is to serve you, Lord Karl," Deborah said, stepping into the warm glow of the hearth. The candlelight danced over the generous swell of her breasts and the soft, inviting curve of her hips. "That includes fulfilling your deepest desires, whatever they may be."
Her lips parted, pink and glistening, as she closed the distance between us. She was close enough now that I could feel the radiant heat from her skin and the floral scent of her hair.
"You don't have to force your summons to quench your lust, Karl," she whispered, her hand coming up to rest gently on my chest, right over my thumping heart. "Zeraphis is a weapon. But I... I am yours."
She leaned in, her body pressing softly against mine, a stark contrast to the cold, hard steel of the knight that had stood there moments before. "Let me show you how a daughter of Vandera honors her Lord."
Our lips locked in a hungry, desperate heat. Her tongue met mine with an eagerness that shattered any remaining professional distance, her breath hitching as my hands finally claimed her. I explored every inch of her—the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, the firm curve of her ass, and finally, the slick, burning heat of her pussy. She let out a jagged moan against my mouth, her body arching into my touch as if she'd been starved for it.
In a blur of motion, she pulled back just enough to strip the gown from my shoulders, her eyes widening as she took me in. Even though she had seen me during the bonding ritual, the sight of my cock now—thick, throbbing, and fully aroused—seemed to mesmerize her.
"Divine..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
She pushed me back onto the plush silk of the bed, her hands pinned to my chest as she climbed over me. She settled her weight on my thighs, her knees flanking my hips. The candlelight caught the sheen of sweat on her skin as she reached down, guiding my length against her wet, sensitive folds.
She let out a long, shuddering breath as she rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, teasing herself until she couldn't take the tension any longer. Then, with a slow, deliberate tilt of her hips, she lowered herself.
"Ah... Karl..."
A loud, melodic moan escaped her as I slid inside her, filling her completely. The fit was perfect—tight, hot, and overwhelming. She threw her head back, her throat exposed and her breasts heaving, as she began to move, setting a rhythm that promised to make me forget every other world but this one.
"Will the good Lord be able to handle his most humble maidservant?" she teased, a playful, hooded look in her eyes as she leaned forward, her hair brushing against my chest.