Summon the power of the Burning Rose

You will smite this fiend with the power of your patron goddess. The Burning Rose beats in your pure heart and she will surely aid you in the defense of the abbey devoted to her teachings. You mouth the words of the prayer against defiling creatures and stretch out your hands towards the cackling imp and his obscene behavior.

"Ohhh, you want to get your hands on me?" The creature laughs. "Give us a wank then, lovely. Come and give us a stroke."

You feel the glorious light touch you and build within your body. Power upon power, more than you have ever felt before crackling through the holy circuit of your pure flesh. A blinding white light fire from your fingertips and you pour the fur of the Burning Heart into the attack. It is surely overkill for a pest like the imp. The sweet smell of incense boils away the stink of the imp's brimstone and, for a moment, the entire room is filled with the white light of your power.

Utterly exhausted, you drop to your knees and have to catch yourself with your hands on the smooth stones before you pitch forward. Your head drops and you let out a ragged breath you did not even realize you were holding.

"Hee hee hee," cackles the imp. "Didn't work! Didn't work!"

How?! It was the most powerful channeling you have ever mustered. Unless the imp has some sort of ward against good...

You lift your head and see the arcane symbol of the ward glowing in the air above the imp, still charged with the fury of your power. Whatever traitor summoned the imp within the walls of the abbey also prepared him for doing battle with one of your order.

The imp swoops down and jabs you in your shoulder with the stinger at the end of his tail. You try to swat him away, but instead spill forward onto your face on the ground, too weary to effectively fight.

The imp pulls his stinger out of your shoulder and lands several feet away. His tiny eyes stare at you curiously?

"Feeling nice, fire-hair? That is good feeling. That poison. It will make you sooooo happy!" He claps his little hands together. "Then I give you what you really want."

He fondles his cock again, stroking it and hopping from foot to foot as he waits for his venom to take hold. A warmth and curious tingling begins to suffuse your body. You writhe with the heat of it, like a dream of pleasure, like a fever that focuses between your thighs and causes your womanhood to grow slick.

The imp comes closer, wagging his cock, which seems luscious and nice now. You smile at him, a shudder running through your body. You tear at your gown. Your desire demands to be quenched.

"Come...come here....imp. I know what I want..."