By answering questions

Futaba felt a tingle as she licked the slick seed off her lips, it tasted sweet but also slightly different from what she had thought it would taste like. She stared with surprise of the tiny delighted looking Imp Vestra the Guardian of an arcane knowledge had emerald green eyes that shone like pools of mischief out of her face midnight blue hair terminated at her pear-shaped rear and if it wasn’t for the massive member jutting out like the prow of the ship Futaba would probably have thought they were quite innocent.

Vestra couldn’t help but grin mirroring her new mistresses delightful gremlin smile with her own. She’d never met someone who could do what Futaba had already done normally they invaded the dreams of the latest user of the book they never got an opportunity to play in the real world any more, there were too many rules now with humans she looked down at the ethereal chain connecting her to Futaba’s phone.

Futaba moved her fingers like windshield wipers wiping her glasses before letting the imps fertile seed linger on her lips. She already was looking at Vestra with a distinctive air of desire about was holding himself back for now.

“You could start by answering my questions, what are you? You better not lie to me,” compelled the tiny tech junkie.

Vestra nodded her tiny head in acknowledgement. While she was compelled to tell the truth she could omit things unless directly commanded. The idea of the girl currently holding her chain transformed into an Imp really appealed to Vestra

"I'm an imp mistress, as you saw, I am Vestra the master of mischief magic and arcane lore of imps." she said batting her massive emerald orbs.

Futaba was trying hard not to start fingering herself again, she had some pretty dirty fantasies on this imp had just succeeded in giving her one of her most unrealistic. She’d never admit it publicly but the pintsize pervert had always fantasised about living inside a Hentai doujin.

“You called me mistress, does that mean that I control you?” She asked rubbing more imps semen into her skin and clothes unaware that her skin was starting to shine with a slight orange sheen that would become more pronounced every time she was exposed to imps.

Vestra nodded she couldn’t wait for Futaba to join them in the tome.

“That’s right mistress,” so long as you possess art home we are your humble servants, “we will do whatever you ask, but we enjoy perverted and tricky situations,”

Futaba licked her fingers the nipples painfully direct as she tried not to look at Vestra’s massive member how would it feel to have that thing down her throat? Maybe she could ask the ember to be her personal…. Futaba tried to shake the image of riding the Imp out of her mind.

“You mean like how you gave me this awesome rack?” She asked placing her hands on top of her breasts and letting them bounce.

“I didn’t grant you those, mommy Magdoria did that for you,” squeaked the Imp starting to cover up the impressive erection but not showing any modesty at Futaba’s lingering gaze “but yes, we imps exist to bring our masters desires to fruition, tell me there isn’t someone you would rather play within a perverted way.

Futaba put her finger on her chin, she did in fact have a few options. It wasn’t like it hurts to be sexy as all heck maybe she could play a trick on Ryuji or that stupid Inari, she wondered what perverted secrets Makoto might be hiding to. The girl was too straitlaced after all.

Futaba was already quite **** to temptation so was only natural now that she was hatching a plan with her Imp companion completely unaware of just where it would take her.