Comfort and power

"I'm not happy," announced Ryllia, "This is a run down, dusty, and all but abandoned tower... and I'm in one of the most opulent abodes on this Plane. Do you know they have pools of mana here? Imagine that my little imp; bathing in a pool of mana!" Ryllia strode across the now rune covered floor, her naked feet not quite touching the stone and her black wings swishing lazily.

"Yes, yes... " she scowled the Tar'oth before the imp even had a chance to say anything. "I do know that mages powerful enough to banish even me - and certainly you - are quite common here too."

She turned to face the Tar'oth, "That's twice you've doubted me; once with your voice and once with your mind?" Her beautiful face was lined with cruel anger. "Shall I give you to the Naurin Aaralon?" Ryllia waved a hand and the Tar'oth found herself lifted off the ground and floating towards Aaralon.

The undead Aaralon watched as the imp was levitated towards him. He knew what he had to do. He had to **** her. The undead Aaralon watched as the imp was spun around in the air, turned face down and angled so her fur covered backside presented to him. He would fuck which ever hole he could get his dick into first. But Aaralon couldn't move. He was still held in place by magic.

The imp flinched as a penis shaft slapped against her backside. It wasn't Aaralon. Ryllia smirked playfully as she manipulated the **** object. "There..." she cooed, "See how unwise it is to displease me? Feel how good it can be to please me." The Tar'oth squirmed in pleasure as the archdemon teased her with the magic summoning and then set her down at Aaralon's feet.

"We need better lodgings..." Ryllia returned to her musing, "More comfort and better defence. Let's concentrate our efforts near the bottom. We've already have a student to play with... so let's focus on one of the newest teachers here. Someone with a bit of power, someone easy to defeat, someone who's quarters we can take over and cast low level magic from without attracting attention."

The Tar'oth nodded her head in approval, pulling her tail away from the danger zone around the Naurin Aaralon. "Shall I scout someone and somewhere suitable, mistress?"

"Go," Ryllia waved a hand and the tower door opened, "Be quick but make no mistakes." The demon waved her hand again and shrouded the imp in shadows.