I Conjure Thee by Elixa Everett

while, until she was done with her daily visit, but she'd insisted he come. He wasn't sure why, maybe she hoped that he'd see her with the child and return him now instead of when the week was up. And he was tempted to. But he wouldn't, they'd made a deal. In a few days she'd have her son back, but until then she was all his.
    Tears glistened as they rolled down her cheeks and he couldn't keep himself from stepping up to the bed across from her and inquiring what was the matter.
    She sniffed and brought her teary eyes up to meet his. "I miss him, Tony." She grabbed a tissue from the night table and blew her nose. "I don't even know what he's thinking, is he dreaming? I just wish..."
    Tony sighed and looked down at the child and then placed a hand on his forehead.
    Closing his eyes, he began chanting as Clarissa looked on, clearly bewildered about what he was doing.
    Close to five minutes later Tony's eyes reopened displaying red and orange flickering flames, and then in a blink of an eye - literally - they were back to being a deep, dark brown. "He's reliving his birthday. Three years ago. You, him and his father. He was upset because he wanted a big party, but his father had just been laid off and money was scarce. But you managed to gather enough money to buy a basketball hoop and had it mounted on the side of the garage. And the cake, you'd baked it yourself, a huge two tier cake and it had his favourite superhero on the top and a villain on the bottom. The three of you played basketball most of the day, and he kept winning though he suspected you and his father were allowing him to win. It ended up being one of the best birthdays he ever had."
    He watched as the tears fell more freely now and she sniffed once more, which was making Tony increasingly uncomfortable mainly because he was feeling something he rarely felt. Guilt. Guilt for making her wait a week before he woke the child. He reminded himself that if it wasn't for him the child would have been dead by the end of a week, but it still didn't stop the negative feelings from welling up within him.
    Stepping around the bed, he went to her side and crouched down in front of her as she sat in a black plastic chair.
    "Thank you." she whispered lifting her eyes to look into his.
    "We had a deal, Clarissa and what you've presumably read about us is true. We must live up to our end of the deal as long as the human lives up to theirs." He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and gave her a weak smile of reassurance. "You will be speaking to him and taking him home in a few days. I promise you."
    Leaning forward she touched her lips to his. Tentatively, at first but as he responded to her, she became more aggressive, thrusting her tongue past his lips in search of his, igniting his desire for her. He gave in, his tongue stroking hers, fighting to keep control as the fire raged within him and his cock hardened in expectation.
    Tony suddenly pulled away, leaving them both panting, their lips so close that their breaths intermingled. "I should go. I don't belong here. This is your time with him. I'll be waiting for you when you get home."
    Clarissa reached out and touched his t-shirt clad chest. "Thank you, Tony."
    He was tempted to lean over and place a kiss on her forehead, but restrained himself.
    She was a human and he had to keep reminding himself that Infrits did not form emotional bonds with the humans they dealt with. But he was finding it harder than he expected this time, with this particular blonde-haired beauty.
    "See you soon, Clarissa."
    With his final words spoken, he disappeared in a cloud of heatless smoke and fire.

Chapter 6
    Walking though the front door of her small suburban home, Clarissa felt better than she had in a very, very long time. Since her husband's death it had seemed as though life refused to give her a break, but now it felt like perhaps things were going to start to turn around. Jeffrey was still in a hospital bed, but now she knew he