Aaralon finds himself attracted to the demon

"Return to me, so that I may equip you for my next plan." Aaralon had a talisman in his possession with some very peculiar powers. He'd originally intended for the demon to plant it on Emerald, but the scene he'd just witnessed caused him to reconsider. Perhaps it would be better put to use with Jenna.

As the imp made her way across the courtyard, Aaralon thought back on the sight of Jenna impaling herself on her wooden phallus. Unbidden, his thoughts drift to the sight of the Tar'oth imp frigging herself. He should have been put off by the sight of her furry legs, but strangely, he found himself quite aroused.

As the demoness neared the window leading out of the women's tower, he caught a glimpse of her body reflected in the glass. The student wizard's cock twitched involuntarily.

He was finding it increasingly difficult to put the little six-inch body out of his mind. Was he truly considering fucking an imp that size, or was the little demon trying to influence his mind?

Aaralon began to imagine the Tar'oth imp wrapping her arms and legs around his cock. In his mind, her furry legs tickled his jewels, while her nipples rubbed up against the underside of his shaft. He imagined her licking the head of his member with her tiny tounge.

No, this couldn't be right; it wouldn't even be possible to penetrate her. Or perhaps not, he thought. There wouldn't be any room inside a half-foot girl, but she was made purely of magic. Even a miniature succubus would require the ability to fuck her victims. It would be a strange sight, but the idea began to appeal more and more to Aaralon.

The window closed behind her with a squeak. Aaralon looked up at the demoness as she looked down at him. The sight of himself staring at himself unnerved the wizard, so he broke the visual link.

"What is it that you require of me, master?" asked the little imp, gliding down to rest on the table in front of Aaralon.

He greedily took in the sight, staring at her unnaturally pert breasts and her inhumanly narrow waist. Her broad hips flared out, covered in a fine brown fur. The fur between the imp's legs was matted with her own juices. Aaralon was stirred quite deeply by the sight.

The Tar'oth imp seemed to sense her summoner's unease as he looked back and forth from the talisman on the table to her body. He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Master? What do you desire?" she asked, turning slightly to show her fur-covered bottom.

Was it a trick? Wasn't she completely in his control? Couldn't he do whatever he desired? Aaralon wondered. His plans for Emerald or Jenna could wait, if he so desired.