It might have simply been their leaky windows, but it was the middle of the summer. The chill sent a shiver up Logan's spine, and he started to wonder what they had just let in. The absolute last thing they needed in their place was an evil entity causing problems. His landlord already had that role covered. 

       “Welp, I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.” Rafe yawned, looking as if nothing had happened and all was normal. “Summoning a demon really takes it out of you! Time to hit the bed!"

         Rafe wiped the blood off his finger onto his pants before he turned around and shuffled off toward his bedroom. As he walked, he whistled a happy tune and nearly skipped across the floor. Logan tried not to cringe as each of his footsteps creaked and threatened to break through the old wood of the floor. 

      It was a bit strange because, even though it wasn’t that late, his body told him that it was time for him to head off to bed, too. Was this one of the side-effects of summoning a demon? Not that he cared. For a twenty-something like himself, sleep was a pastime. 

      He sauntered across the paint-stained hardwood floors of their apartment. Once he finally reached his room, he pulled off his clothes and tossed them onto the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Then he hopped up on his twenty-year-old mattress and got comfortable. He hadn’t stared at the hole in our ceiling for two minutes before he was out like a light. 

      The next thing he knew, the sound of rustling coming from across his room jarred him from sleep. Logan squinted to see if it was a mouse or cockroach that was causing the ruckus, but the room was only illuminated by the sharp red glow of his alarm clock. It read 3 A.M. The witching hour. It couldn’t be. Could it? As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he scanned the bedroom for any sign of an intruder and reached under his bed for good ‘ol Bessie, the baseball bat he kept around in case he found him self in this exact situation. Through the neon glow of the clock, he could scarcely make out a figure standing in his doorway. 

        “Who the fuck are you? I’m warning you! Get the fuck out of my apartment or I’ll--” Logan started to demand as he climbed out of bed and readied the bat. 

     His words caught in his throat when he saw her. There was a naked woman standing in his doorway. Her long black hair ran all the way down her shoulders and barely covered her exposed nipples, which were pink and erect. Her eyes shone through the darkness with a purple haze, illuminating her beautiful sharp features. If not for the unusual glint of her eyes, Logan would have just assumed she was a regular woman. Was he dreaming? Or was this what he thought it was? Had Rafe actually been right…? 

      The dark-haired woman took a step forward, gently placed her

hand on the bat and stared passionately into his eyes as she lowered the weapon. The  violet orbs of her eyes were somewhat hypnotizing as they reflected off the shiny metal of the baseball bat, illuminating her beautiful face in the darkness of the night. If he didn’t know better, he'd have thought she was an angel. 

      “You won’t be needing this,” she purred seductively. “My name is Abina. I was sent by Brethil to serve you, Logan.” 

          Before his mind could attempt to process the situation, she playfully pushed him back onto the bed. As the springs groaned from the impact, the woman sauntered over to where he lay on his back and climbed on top of him. Then, with a sly smile, she pulled down his boxers. 

    "Okay, human or do you like master? I want to give you the best night of your life. Deal?" 

                Logan groaned. "Deal." 

                   *********************"

   The next morning Logan awoke to the sensation of Abina's soft skin snuggled up against his own, her head on his chest, and her right leg wrapped around his waist. Words couldn’t even describe the exhilarating sensations that her body felt over the course of last night’s three-hour love-making session.

      The dark Elven had fulfilled most of all his wildest fantasies at least those that includes mouth. Abina was a forceful yet sensual lover. She wasn’t one to dominate, but she knew exactly what she wanted, and she was going to get exactly what she wanted in any way possible. The beautiful naked demon finally stirred and rolled over away from Logan's body as his stomach let out a loud growl. She needed to refuel his exhausted body and stamina. 

     He carefully slid out of from beneath the Dark Elves and tossed on a pair of sweatpants to cover his lower half. As he tugged on his pants, he admired the woman’s curvy body again. Was he still dreaming? He thought about pinching himself, but Abina began to stir. 

         “Good morning, Master” she mused. 

      “Morning,” Logan ran his hand through the woman’s dark hair lovingly. “Would you like something to eat? We don’t have much, but I’ll gladly offer you some cereal and a cup of coffee.”

         “That sounds marvelous,” she purred, flashing her sharp teeth. 

        As Logan slowly strutted out to the kitchen, he wondered if Rafe had the same luck as he had. Maybe he was able to summon the perfect stoner dark Elven, if there was such a thing. He laughed to himself and pulled out a couple of white ceramic bowls from his cupboard and two spoons to go along with them. 

      “Hello again handsome,” Logan heard her say after he finished pouring the coffee, and he looked up to see her standing in the doorway of his room. For half a moment, his head spun as he took in her perfectly naked body, and he could feel his heart hammer inside my chest as if it was a train engine. 

      “Uhhh, h-h-hi,” he stuttered as he forced himself not to stare at her nipples. Instead she focused on her purple eyes as the room began to slow its spin. “I just finished making breakfast.” 

           “Ohhh, good,” she said with a sly smile, and then she sauntered across the kitchen and took a seat at the table. 

    Logan passed her the bowl of cereal and the coffee mug. Then he sat in his own chair, raised the spoon up to his mouth, and tasted a familiar, stale crunch. Normally, breakfast time him thought about how much he hated his job and how much he wanted to just leave and start a new life somewhere else, but today all he could think about was Abina and the incredible night they'd shared. 

     “I wonder how they are doing?” Logan asked as he looked at Rafe's door. Did his dream come true like his had, or was he just sleeping in until noon like we always tended to do? Rafe tended to stay up late, taking hits from his bong and watching internet videos about conspiracy theories or mythology. Waking up at the crack of the afternoon was pretty normal. 

     “I’m sure he had just as great of a night as we did!” Abina laughed as she realized where his mind had gone. The black-haired Elve giggled. “Your friend is very well. I was accompanied to Earth by one of my sisters, and I know she was intended for the other man who summoned us.” 

     “So there are two naked Elves in my apartment right now?” Logan laughed. “I must be the luckiest man on Earth. Wait your sister?" Logan asked.

       "Yes. I have six sisters. With me making seven and we are the Queen's concubines that she usually sent to realms where we have been summoned." She gave him that sly smile of hers again. 

    Logan didn't know what to think, thankful out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rafe's door open. Though he heard small, hurried footsteps race out of the room, he couldn’t see who they belonged to. 

       “Did you hear that?” Logan asked as he sat down his bowl. 

    “Looks like they are up,” Liby said, but as he got up to investigate, he nearly tripped over a tiny creature who bolted around the corner of his table. 

      Logan stumbled backward as the small creature tumbled across the floor and smacked into the cupboards below the sink. The small being stood about three feet tall and had dark green skin and atop his head sat two horns, each looking like they were made of jet-black polished stone. He lay there for a moment in a daze before he shook himself like a tiny dog and leapt to his feet Bruce Lee style. Then he ambled toward Logan like he owned the place. 

       “Sorry about that,” he said with a shrug. “Not used to these legs yet.” He gave me a knowing look as he gestured at himself. Then the creature looked up at Logan with its beady black eyes in bemusement. 

       “What the fuck?” Logan gasped as he reached out and grabbed the butcher knife on the counter to defend himself. The little being just looked puzzled. 

       “Please tell me you didn’t eat the last of the cornflakes,” he said as he drummed on his belly. “I’ve worked up an incredible hunger.” 

        “What the fuck did you do with my friend? Are you the dark elve that he summoned last night? Did you take his soul?” Logan demanded as he waved the knife in front of him. 

         “Chillax, Logan” the creature yelled as it held up its hands. “It’s me!” 

       “What the... Wait, Rafe?” Logan asked as his mind tried to get a handle on what was going on. “Is that really you?” 

        “Duh, bro. I pay half of the rent, don’t I?” Rafe retorted while he eyed his knife fearfully. 

      “Depends on the month,” Logan hissed at the creature. “What the fuck happened to you?” 

      “What do you mean, Logan?” Rafe looked at Logan curiously. 

       “You’re literally three-foot tall imp with green skin and horns hooves!” Logan gestured at him in disbelief. 

              “Actually it goblin. And…?” Rafe raised his eyebrow at my concern. 

        “And that should freak you the fuck out!” Logan said in horror. 

    “Look at you! Oh God, you look like you belong in a fantasy novel and you're the villain!” 

       “I take that as a compliment,” the goblin snickered. 

        “We need to change you back right away!” Logan clenched his fists. “Where is the other Dark Elve? She’s gonna pay for what she did to you…” 

    “No can do, Logan,” the goblin shook his head back and forth. “I am one-hundred percent satisfied with my bargain.” 

      “What the Hell are you talking about? What bargain?” Logan scoffed. 

     “This is what I wanted, my friend,” the goblin chuckled as it scooted over to the breakfast bar and hopped onto one of their wobbly black stools. “I totally asked Brethil to deliver me this awesome new body.” 

        “Wait,” Logan shook his head as his tried to make sense of Rafe's words. “You went through all this trouble to order a book from the Russia and summon a super-hot elve woman, and you didn’t even ask for sex?” 

      “Bro, I got my priorities in order,” the goblin giggled as he flexed his tiny arm muscles. “You’re telling me you don’t want to be a badass being like me?” 

           Rafe shifted his body for a moment to get comfortable, grabbed an apple off the counter, and devoured it in a single bite. He leaned back as far as his miniature body would allow and savored the flavor of the fruit with a long “mmmm” of satisfaction. 

       “Dude, we have to go talk to your elve and figure out how to get you changed back.” Logan stood up to walk toward Rafe's room. 

    “No way, bro! I’ve never felt better!” Rafe shrugged and his glittered. 

      “Could you guys keep it down?” Logan heard a soft female voice call out from across the room. “A elve needs her beauty sleep. Especially when they didn’t get their nightly fill and had to perform such powerful magic."