An Imp's Plan!

You hold the handle of the Sword of St Magdalena in one hand as the other is swinging back and forth at your side. The entire time you can't help but continually look over your shoulder at the demonic Imp who is flying only next to you. Ever since you became a Sister of the Burning Rose you were taught that demons were the enemy and that you should do whatever it takes to kill any and all of them, but this little friend, this tiny flying large cocked thing was awfully friendly, helpful and did everything he could to honor his word and help you deliver this relic to the holy place.

"Imp..." you grumble out as you take step after step, "Why did..." you swallow, "Why did you help me bring this sword to Gerlangen?" you ask as you get closer and closer to your destination, the gravel roads slowly becoming more sturdy and the desolate landscape of Victory Road getting more and more populated from all the farm folk, merchants and civilians of Gerlangen, one of the bigger cities of the lands.

"Well.." The Imp scratches the side of his forehead as he flutters along a few inches from your side, "Imp want sister. Imp want sister real bad!" he exclaims out, "But Imp also want to gain sister trust! Not only from venom! Not only from cum! But want sister to cherish Imp!" he tells you, "If demon stop fucking sister, sister slowly regain focus and will fight back." he nods a few times as his head bobs up and down, "But I want to earn sister trust! I want sister to want Imp!"

Hesitating only briefly you continue with your questions, "But why me?" you ask, "You defended me against your demonic brethren, you helped me deliver this sword to my sisters and with that, it means they will vanquish your leader?" you reply.

"Thoros is strong yes!" he retorts, "Thoros is all powerful!" he nods a few times, "But Thoros is reckless!" he continues, "He think he all powerful! He think he can't lose! He think he beat everybody!" the Imp continues on and on, "I see more important things than conquering world." your friend exclaims, "I see more important things than destroying the human race..." his grin goes wider and wider, "Imp see plenty of females..." his cock gives a pulse, "Plenty of good looking..."

"What are you getting at you little bugger?" you bring your hand up and form a fist, playfully slugging him on the arm.

"Thoros say Imp can only have two virgins!" the Imp grumbles out, "Only two virgins because Imp is such a lowly demon..." he drags those words on, "Well, what if this Imp want more than two virgins! What if this Imp want three! Or Four! Or even ten virgins!!!"

"You haven't even got one virgin yet though?" you smirk at him as he pouts back, "What makes you think you can handle two, if not even more?"

"Well..." he chokes on his own saliva before coughing a few times, "Imp was hoping if sister trust Imp, maybe sister help Imp get virgins?" he raises an eyebrow at you as he flutters along. "If sisters of Gerlangen are as beautiful as fire-hair, Imp can't wait!"

Your mouth kind of drops open for a few brief seconds before you slowly close it back shut, "Was this your plan the entire time? Escort me to Gerlangen, we will kill your master so you can have as many virgins as you want and then while we recoup and recover at Gerlangen, you thought I'd help you seduce my fellow sisters for you?"

"I-I..." The Imp stutters out, trying to think of the best way to answer your question. "Maybe sisters of Gerlangen see Imp for hero! Reward Imp for helping sister! Reward Imp with virgins for helping rid world of Thoros!"

"Wow, so now all of a sudden I'm not good enough for you..." your voice goes sad.

"T-That's not what I..." he immediately replies.

"I'm teasing, Imp." you wink at him, "After we finish our quest and you get your reward..." you coo out as your head turns forward again, "Let's say we'll keep the options open." your lower lip curls in as you playfully bite it, causing the Imp's cock to give another throb. "But enough about that, look!" you come to a stop as you reach the bottom of some gorgeous white marble steps which ascend high up the mountain, directly toward the High Abbey of Gerlangen where the Supreme War Mother awaits. "Come on, we're almost finished!"