Chastise him, while you stroke him

Your eyes flick to Glenda, who is sleeping softly with her back turned to you and the imp. You look back at the beady-eyed little beast. Rather than pulling your hand away, you slowly clasp your fingers around the shaft of his cock.

"You are a horrible companion," you whisper as your hand tightens around his warm cockflesh. "Always creeping about and demanding attention when you least deserve it."

"Yes, yes," agrees the miniscule daemon with a moan. "I bad. Sooooo bad. Worst friend."

You begin to stroke him, working his foreskin over the bulging tip of his cock. In moments he is fully erect and straining eagerly in your grasp. You watch an oily drop of precum form at his tip and you quickly smear it over his cockhead with your thumb. The imp twitches and lets out a soft groan of lust.

"After the way you behaved in that lighthouse, you think I would suck your cock?"

"I not deserve," agrees the imp. "But feels so god. Pleeeeeease..."

You wank him a bit faster and more forcefully. His balls shift beneath his fat cock, tightening in their sack. The imp whine and thrusts his precum-slicked cock into your grasp. His long tongue lolls from his mouth and he nuzzles his head against your breast.

His beady eyes stare up at you as you work his cock with your hands. The worst part about stroking him, worse than the shame of the act itself, is that you can feel your arousal burning hotter and hotter. His clawed feet squirm against your thigh and he turns his face against your breast and kisses it through your borrowed gown.

"Ohhh hand is good," whines the imp. "Mouth better."

"I'm sure, for you. But why would I put that awful thing in my mouth?" you scold, giving him a hard squeeze that makes him wince. But the imp is not so easily tamed. He snarls and pulls down the neck of your gown, his mouth opening wide and latching onto your nipple and breast. He sucks eagerly at you and thrusts his cock between your fingers, rubbing his drooling tip on your thigh and smearing his pecum all over your leg. "Ohhhh! You horrible beast!"

You resist the urge to cry out as his tongue laps at your nipple and the suction of his mouth pops against your titflesh. It hurts and feels good in equal parts and you finally shove him off of you and roll him onto his back. You sit up in the bed beside him, regaining control as you wank him vigorously, your hand slipping wetly over his slime-covered cock.

"Close to make seed," he whines. "Please. Suck out. Suck with mouth."

He thrusts furiously against your hand and you smile down at him, glad for once to have control over him. His eyes seem to plead you for even greater pleasure as he desperately approaches his orgasm.