The traditional way... well, almost.

Tammy sputtered as she backed away from the little demon and her trall. She wasn't that afraid of a small demon like Tar'oth, as she knew dozens of ways to get rid of it, but an Aaralon (heck, ANYONE) who was under the complete control of ANY demon spelled trouble.

"Wha... What do you want?" she asked, secretely preparing her magic. If they made any threatening moves, all bets were off.

The imp floated in front of her with the evil grin, her tiny breasts bounced to her wing's rythmatic beat. "Well dear, you know I'm only a lowly Imp, and any magician worth their salt would be able to banish me or make me do things I don't want to." She tried to seem meek when she said that, but it wasn't very convincing. "But Aaralon here stupidly cast the wrong spell and gave me power over him, and I've decided that I want to stay here and enjoy the world, so to speak. Of course, to do that, I need to disguise myself..." She peered at Tammy with a sly grin.

Tammy however, didn't get it. "What do you mean? What does that have to do with me? And don't think I didn't catch that last bit about harvesting."

Tar'oth just grinned wider as she swayed in the air. "Oh, don't worry. I just need something... special to disguise myself. In fact, it should be quite pleasurable to you since the thing I need, only a woman has..." Tammy blinked sluggishly as she tried to figure out what Tar'oth meant. She suddenly realized what it was when the imp confirmed it. "You see, I need the womb of a virgin to begin my transformation."

At that, Aaralon, who had been secretly moving around to Tammy's blind spot while the imp was speaking, grabbed hold of her arms and knocked her legs forwards so that she was kneeling on the floor and unable to use her hands. She squirmed and shouted, but a fog seemed to have enveloped her thoughts and she reacted sluggishly, unable to muster up a spell for her own defenses.

Tar'oth swish-swayed down to the floor and told Tammy, "Relax. You're going to enjoy this, and since nobody is going to hear you anyways, you might as well save your breath and throat. Now, I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse. I'm willing to give you all my magic in return for this little favor. All you have to do is sign a pact that you won't let it out that I'm in your womb, and you'll have all the magic that I am." In her confused state, Tammy didn't catch the subtle hint of what Tar'oth planned, nor could she remember the classes she had on demonology, or she'd remember that demons were mainly made of pure magic. "If you don't agree... well, you should know what's going to happen." The imp grinned as Aaralon tightened his grip on Tammy, causing her to gasp in pain.

"So, what will it be?"