Morning Brings... A friend.

By the time you finally wake up, the sun is high overhead. You blink several times against the bright light, then try to roll over to escape it. Your entire body groans in protest, and you groan from the pain it's relaying to you. That's enough to bring the memory of that delicious... that damn barbarian back to you. You whimper softly just remembering it, and where that left you. You're almost afraid to, but you **** your body to move enough to look down at your cum-splattered self.

Your body is actually quite clean. You're as naked as a feral, but there aren't any fluids left on you. Or under you. Come to think of it, you're on your back, too; even if most of yesterday is a hazy blur of being pounded by that blissful... You shake your head. Even if... that, you can vaguely recall landing on your stomach in her cum. And given how much it hurts to move your sore body even now, there's no way you subconsciously did so during the night.

It's too early to solve complicated questions like this. For now you make the daring move to stand up--and immediately find your body vetoing the suggestion. You barely get your head off the ground before your abdomen screams to stop moving. You drop back onto the soft moss beneath you and let out a sigh of relief as your body calms again.

"Mistress?" a timid voice beside you asks.

Sore everything notwithstanding, you almost jump off the ground. The fright was enough to tense every muscle in your body, though, and you groan again as everything hurts.

"Mistress!" the voice shouts in alarm. A face appears above you, and two small hands grab your shoulder. It takes a moment for you to focus on the face, but you quickly pick out the short horns atop his head that mark him as a demon. An imp, you quickly amend based on his size. In everything. The horns are small, his body is small (just like yours was, yesterday), his penis is small--and then you find yourself staring at his loincloth, wondering how you know that even though it's entirely covered.

"Are you okay? What should I do? Do you need food? Water?" he's asking in a panic. Your eyes don't leave his groin. As he mentions food, you do feel a rumble inside--but it isn't from your stomach. Not quite. It's an appetite you can't really define, but you know how to fill it.