Consult an imp

Vestra the imp of arcane knowledge shivered as Futaba reopened the book and paged to her entry. The tiny imp was practically vibrating as the stupendous shortstack tapped on her monitor. Mommy Magdoria had really gifted her with a lot to work with. Vestra adjusted her neck manacle flicking her chain necktie between her modest curves. Unlike the mistress of the tome Vestra did not have massive milkers. Instead she had a lithe body of a dancer and unlike Magdoria dressed the part, she had teal skin with darker blues under her glowing yellow eyes. The silk harem dancer outfit that covered and concealed absolutely nothing. Her slim feminine body with a prominent bulge that swelled obscenely. She didn’t really miss being Keisuke that much, a new name a and nature did wonders for that, especially if she could play pranks of get sexy.

She did feel a tingle as a tendril of Necronomicon seemed to slide into the screen as Futaba typed, the persona reaching out to the imp instinctively.

“Hmmmm this is hard,” remarked Futaba…

The tentacle began to caress Vestra wrapped around her tiny body as the teeny tech junkie started to code something. The imp moaned aware that the knowledge Futaba sought was being molested out of her as the tentacle wrapped around her cock dragging it from her flowing skirts and jerking back and forth. Visible to the imp, Necronomicon smirked and squeezed the imp draining arcane knowledge as the redhead coded naughty things.

“She’s going to summon you soon,” purred the tame shadow, “I want you nice and ready,”

Vestra moaned in her high pitched voice as the tome’s runes where played through Futaba’s new…. Had Futaba somehow loaded something onto her phone? A demon summoning app?

Vestra gasped appearing out of the screen in a burst of data the pleasure of manifestation and the sudden disappearance of Necronomicon’s tentacles making her burst all over Futaba’s face, basting her in imp juices.

A thin chain appeared leashing the imp to Futaba’s phone. The imp stood there panting as futaba sat there frozen. Her face dripping with imp icing.

"That felt amazing mistress? How may I serve?” She squeaked grinning mischievously noting Futaba’s ears were starting to point.