In her time as the Enchantress Exemplar of Earth, Doctor Q had summoned hundreds of spirits from other planes of existence. Perhaps thousands. With good, strong wards and a thorough knowledge of both binding spells and negotiation, Doctor Q could get the exact right entity to do her bidding.
So it should not have surprised her that some other entity might want to summon her. But as Doctor Q knelt, naked and helpless, in her summoning circle, she couldn’t bring herself to resent the imposition. She let out a moan as she waited to learn her summoner’s will for her. Deep inside, she knew that obeying her summoner would feel better than her hottest orgasm.
Doctor Q never realized that summoning was so sexual for the spirits. If she ever got out of this, she’d look on the spirits she bound in a whole new light.
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