Enter Meretrix

Hrm. Hrmm...

The voice seemed to tut at her. Denise felt the Imp weakly probing at her with power. The ring kept most of its power at bay and focused on whoever wore it, at least if Denise did it right, but it still pulled both at the vessel and Denise looking for weak points.

“Meretrix!” Denise started, she needed to be confident, and she forcefully tugged on the presence in her mind to get as much information as she could, “You have my terms! Comply, lest you be banished to a witch's arse for a decade!”

Denise cringed immediately. She was trying to speak like this Kersat, but she knew it was not quite right. She tried to pull more of the presence into her mind, but she was only getting some inclinations and faint impressions. They were like phantom thoughts she could only register if she didn't focus on them directly.

Demens Puella! Kersat, What did you do!?

The voice pulsed with judgment. Denise forgot to consider the Imp had bonded with her Kersat, those invisible strands she felt that connected people and the implet suddenly tried to push hard through that connection. However, Denise felt a surge of power as it pushed into Kersat's essence, as mingled as it was with hers, and she pushed back with the stores of power she suddenly felt. She didn't think about how she shaped the power but felt her internal Imp simply mold it itself.

The ring glowed.

Ah. Fool, fool, Kersat you fool! You power-drunk gluttonous moron! How dare you get yourself stuck like this!

Denise, for lack of a better term, pushed the implets essence down hard to the floor.

“Trix! Lady of Debauched Scandals! Hearken back to to the peasant wench ye portrayed as Catherine for all to see, as she lay mounted upon a steed? That was us, you foricae, comply!”

Ugg. Just... Stop talking like that.

Denise drew a breath of relief. She was absolutely positive she came across as an idiot, trying to use Kersat's words but failing to recall most of them. She willed the contract she had embedded into the right into, again, for lack of a better word, Imp's metaphorical face.

Right, Kersat's a dumbass, but i've got no love for the succubitch. You want me to play nice and help? Sweeten the pot, Demens Puella.

Denise was pretty sure she was being insulted, but she would shelf that for google later. She brought the ring up to her face and squinted at it.

“You help me with Aida and the succubus, and I'll help you get that delicious energy from corruption. As the sweetener, I'll get you into something much better than this ring later and help you get access to your pick of teachers or students at my school... excluding Aida and me, of course.”

Why would that entice me? She was trying to hide it, but Denise could clearly feel the eagerness of the implet. A feeling that the implet had been denied access to the human world for quite some time. Denise could feel literal hunger through the connection, a hunger that she didn't understand but resonated within herself as well.

“Tricky Meretrix, we both know nothing tastes better to you than taking someone's carefully earned reputation and corrupting it with debauchery, perversion, and whatever twisted things you can think of. Be a pair of gloves making a religious prude play with herself every moment, a tight thong that forces a valedictorian to expose herself to who she sees as inferiors, or a pair of gym socks making a gymnast eager to play footsie with the chest club at lunch.”

There was a trick Kersat used with this implet when cajoling her around his fingers. Entice her with what she loves, and feed her a stream of energy to affect her decision-making. People made bad decisions when hungry, but a gluttonous imp lost almost all their impulse control the more energy they fed off. Hungry imps were crafty; fat powerful imps were halfwits.

Fine! Fine, fine, fine! I agree to help with your foolishness, Demens.

She gave. Just like she always would with Kersat. Denise's grin never left her face as she scrambled carefully back towards the master bathroom. The shower was still running, and as she peeked she could see slight movement behind the curtains. She wondered if she needed to do the... magic thing she did earlier, but the voice of Trix pipped up.

Relax, Puella. She is still overwhelmed by magic. Humans today have such fragile spirits. Habits and instincts come back first. Perhaps we should take a peek?

It felt very tempting, but Denise was unmoved as she started to put the ring down.

Are you sure you won't? I mean... shouldn't Aida take after her mother's best characteristics to be... perfect as possible?

Denise bit her lip as she looked at the shower curtain. If Adam was to be properly Aida, then shouldn't she take after the best parts of her mother? She only wanted Aida to be what she should have always been and... well, if Denise was to fix the cosmic mistake of Aida being born as Adam, then Aida should be sculpted to the strengths of her genetics. It was clear the Imp was tempting her, but it didn't ruin the point that Denise glimpsed in her words. Nothing was more important than Aida afterall.

She tipped-toed over to the shower curtain and, after a brief hesitation, pulled it to the side quickly.

Adam's mom was not a tall woman, even standing a few inches above Denise, but she had a motherly figure. Her chest was large, not quite as gravity-defying as Aida's fake latex chest, but still large with ample firmness.

Her nude body was still soaking in the spray of the shower lathering herself with soap wash in a daze, staring numbly ahead. Denise bit her lip, her thoughts mentally comparing the woman with Aida's current body. Aida's fake tits weren't as firm and felt a touch unnatural, but Denise felt like she could picture the best way to mold them if she could use her mother as a model. A touch more firmness, only slightly less jiggle, and they would look... well, unnaturally beautiful instead of unnaturally too much.

Denise had to stop her hand from reaching out, testing the mature woman's tit-flesh to compare it with the mauling she had given Aida's chest back in the school bathroom that morning. She wanted to know how it felt if compared with both Aida's real growing chest, and Aida's latex boobies. It would give her a sense of the perfection she needed to find for Aida.

She tasted a tinge of coppery blood from how hard she bit her lip, licking it, as she thought about how much better she could shape Aida than the succubus had so far. Sure, underneath that fake latex skin Aida was still in the process of being shaped from Adam, but the succubus hadn't used the mom as a guide for creating the perfection that Aida deserved to be.

“I'll make you perfect, Aida.” Denise mumbled to herself, her eyes tracing downwards.

Adam's mom blinked and snapped her head towards Denise in surprise.

“W-what are you doing!” The older woman said, her eyes wide, as she stared at Aida's perving friend.

Denise jumped back in shock, “I-i-i...” she started in shock, her words faltering as her seized in fear.

Oh dear! Guess she wasn't as deep as I thought. You might be in trouble, Puella! The ring mocked her from the counter, the Imp's voice somehow rocking her voice and intensifying the feeling of a deer caught in the headlights.

The older woman went from shock to anger as she turned towards Denise. Denise, feeling knocked off her newfound confidence, could only panic and scramble from the room. She didn't even consider trying to use the spell to mentally stun her again in her horrified shock. Just like Meretrix hoped for.

The imp was gleeful as she felt the outrage from the woman as the older woman snatched the ring while getting dressed. The most displeasing part of this whole mess was being stuck in a dull disgusting wedding ring. Faithful to one person? Humans could be so boring! Meretrix mused that she would have to teach the older woman to have some real fun.

She started poking around in the woman's mind as she stormed after the panicked, wannabe imp teen. She needed something spicer than this ring, something she could use as a focus to channel her power out of this drab ring. Gloves, lingerie, and even socks could be interesting.

The crazy girl had given her some fun suggestions after all. The imp might bail her out after some fun.