Cope with the Tar'oth in a different way

"No," Aaralon said with a smile, his hand still around his cock. "I won't."

The Tar'oth blinked and took a step back on the table, "What?" She asked, "You can't disobey me. You will not disobey me!" Her wings flapped uncertainly.

As he brought his thumb up to rub the bell-end of his penis Aaralon shudder in pleasure and said, "But I can and will." He was enjoying masturbating in front of the tiny but tricky devil; she was no threat and no reason to stop.

"I'm well prepared for you, bitch!" Aaralon continued; his voice spiked with pleasure and command, "I know just what sort of tricks you might try. I've various spells running already to protect me from you. Now I know you want Janna's ruby emerald. That's interesting. I'll investigate that later - after I've finished fucking you!"

He came. His orgasm catching him quickly and almost by surprise. Aaralon silently noted the extra thrill of exhibitionism. His orgasm caught the imp by surprise, the Tar'oth unable to leap clear of Aaralon's milky seed. His spunk splashed the creature, thick globs of jizz covering her face and almost all of her torso.

"Wha!" the imp spluttered, trying to wipe Aaralon's sex seed from her face.

"I like the idea of having you large enough to fuck," Aaralon admitted, wiping his hand on the back of his trousers, "I'd prepared a wrapper for the chant I knew you'd try and trick me into casting. Here's how the wrapper closes?" and stepping back, Aaralon picked up where he had left off and finished closing the imp's magic in the second half of his.

"Moasudsi, isatoth, moaath, ranki, teuram, vindicatea, soriach!" his voices echoed with pulse of the arcane.

On the table the Tar'oth began to grow. She gasped, "No!" struggling and twisting while the magic pulled and warped her body, "You tricked me!".

"Come now," Aaralon countered, "You wanted to be larger."

It took less than a minute. The Tar'oth was transformed; the same but taller. Taller but not tall, once Aaralon's spell had worked its magic the imp on the table was five feet tall. She sat on the table, her legs - still covered in fur - dangling off the end. She held her self up, arms behind her back for support, naked chest thrust forward and with her bat like wings idle.

"Nice pose, " Aaralon quipped with a sly smile, "You just need to spread your legs wider..."