The Tar'oth tries to fight but looses.

"No!" screeched the demonic imp, defiant and angry rather than embarrassed by her nudity. "You'll get nothing from me!" Her wings flapped menacingly behind her, "I'll pull your head off!"

Aaralon lurched forward, grabbing one of her furry legs, "Oh? You're sure about that, demon?" The young mage unhitched the front of his trousers, letting them fall down to his ankles, "I think you'll find you've next to no strength when you're put up against me. Yes, I'm afraid I know that protection spell as well!" Kicking his trousers away he **** himself in between the five foot imp's fur covered legs.

"No!" cried the Tar'oth again, "Never!" Bring her fists up she tries to fend Aaralon off.

"Yes!" Aaralon pushes himself forward again, catching the imp's slender wrists in his hands. Forcing the struggling imp back down onto the table, Aaralon traps the beating wings under the female-creature's body and pins her wrists above her head.

"Hmm... keep on squirming," Aaralon coos, "I like the way it makes your chest heave. Your human part looks very young, creature." He only needs one hand to keep the imp **** down on the table. His free hand strokes the length of his cock, angling it towards the Tar'oth's fur covered cunt. The mage surges forwards, thrusting his cock into the demon, **** her.

"Nooooo!" howls the imp, "Nooo!"

Aaralon thrusts again, sliding the length of his cock back out of the creature only to **** it into her again. "Oh yes, you feel so fucking tight!"

"Yees... no!" the imp twists on the table, straining under Aaralon's grip. "Yes!" The pleasure was intense. Being fucked by a mage; his energy crackling through her body, was almost too much to take. The lust, the sex power, bats aside her pride. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me master! Fuck me!"

Aaralon does, pounding into the imp's tiny cunt, "Make me cum, you demon whore!" - and to Aaralon's amazement, he does. The imp's pussy contracts and ripples down the length of his shaft, milking his cock and bringing him off instantly. "Nice..." Aaralon pants, unaware that commands to demons who've submitted to him could be so literal. "I could order you to get me hard again... and I could fuck you again, couldn't I?"

Beneath him, bent back over the small table, covered in cum and trapped the Tar'oth whimpers, "Yes master."