Kalythia has wondered when this day would come, it is spring after all. She unfolds the regally sealed letter bearing the mark of Pheon, a devilish canine. The Hellhound enjoys himself the life of a noble, a status befitting a Principal of Hell. In beautiful calligraphy written is an invitation, he once again requests the presence of the finest Dragoness on this side of the continent. Kalythia licks her lips as her thoughts drift off to the last encounter, indeed she will heed his call.

The white marble structure Pheon resides in has garnered its nickname “The Ivory Tower”, a somewhat not so ironic name, given the nature of its denizen. Kalythia enters the Hellhound’s chambers where he eagerly awaits her arrival. Pheon stands with his arms crossed behind his back, eyeing his esteemed guest with his baby blues, a vulgar gaze that could pierce her clothing.

“Hm, I had wondered when you’d remember me.” Kalythia speaks first with a nonchalant tone, “I see you didn’t bother getting dressed this morning.” Her eyes closely follow the contours of the Hellhound in all of his naked glory. The canine from the Hells, his light black fur gives way to a gray-blue midsection pristinely groomed, accentuated by his unmistakably devilish horns, its color shared by his nose and claws. Pheon shakes his head with a smile, “I knew you would appreciate a good view.” He looks to the side, out of the balcony, playfully implying he means the indeed gorgeous view out of his chambers. A warm spring breeze brushes against Kalythia’s light clothing, giving it a flutter as he returns his attention to her. “Especially when you would grace me with a delightful view myself.” He continues and slightly tilts his head, pointing at her garments. It elicits a chuckle from Kalythia, who has now fully entered his room and without hesitation moves to undress herself.

Keeping the tone of playful intimacy, she presents a small show, each clothing item undressed with intent, each move and wiggle for him. Pheon starts to move closer in response, his paws caressing each curve as it is revealed before him. “What does your grace have in mind today?” Kalythia asks coyly, looking out the balcony to a breathtaking sight of the coast below. “Hmm, I’m feeling… pent up.” He speaks as his hands gently brushing a strand of her hair. “These mortals have been rather obnoxious lately, so some way to vent my frustrations seems appropriate.” Pheon continues and his voice trails off as Kalythia feels something envelop her neck. A collar, fastened with an intricate rune snap into place. The Dragoness exhales with anticipation and he continues, “I hereby offer you a contract for this day. You relinquish control of your body to me, and in return, I grant you carnal pleasures beyond this world. Do you accept?” Kalythia’s heart starts to pound, the excitement coursing throughout her body as she answers, “Yes, I accept.”

- Story written by Dzahlus