The pounding on the door dragged Worlin up from the depths of unconsciousness back into the unpleasant reality of the waking world where his head was pounding worse than the door, throbbing like his head had been split open by a dwarven strongman's hammer.<br/><br/>"Worlin Heidegger (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1321027)!" The note with which his name was brandished was sharp enough to make him wince. Only two people in the world used his full name like that, and only when Worlin was in trouble. One was his mum. And the other... was Bianca, the tavern owner's blonde wife (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=homare_%28fool%27s_art%29+bianca)... and Worlin's landlady.<br/><br/>As he sat up, Worlin could feel his groin was... uncomfortably sticky. Whether he was wearing robes or breeches, whatever wet dream he'd had while he was zonked out on the floor had made a complete mess of them, and his cock was throbbing and aching nearly as badly as his head.<br/><br/>It was a dream that had gotten him into this trouble in the first place. A weird dream, strange and startlingly clear in his memory, about a book in the library that would let him summon a succubus, the woman of his dreams, to serve at his beck and call. It would have been too good to be true, magic far too powerful for a lowly adept such as himself to wield, so of course, it had all been a dream... or so he'd thought, but upon investigating the library, he'd discovered the very grimoire he'd dreamed of, the ritual scribed in its pages.<br/><br/>Only the ritual... well, he couldn't remember it working. He remembered following every instruction, but as he completed the ritual, rather than having a living wet dream appear before him, he'd felt... dizzy, dioriented, and for a moment, he could have sworn he wasn't standing outside the circle anymore but inside it, as if he'd been the one summoned into the circle...<br/><br/>In fact, that was where he found himself now, sprawled at the center of the summoning circle as Bianca continued to pound on the door, pelting him with shrill calls for him to open the door.