Decides to have fun with the imp at her present size.

Aaralon just couldn't get the image of the tiny imp riding his erection out of his mind. But he needed to make sure she was completely under his control. He didn't want to take chances with the imp, not with her that close to a very sensitive portion of his anatomy.

Aaralon had just the spell. Searching feverishly through his spell book, he spoke only once to the imp, ordering her to be still until he was ready. The imp looked both agitated and nervous, wondering what her new 'master' had planned.

It didn't take her long to find out. There was an esoteric spell, part glamour, part charm, that Aaralon remembered. It would only work on a subject that was already ensorcelled, and who had volunteered within a night's span to allow more enchantment to be cast upon her. Technically, when the imp had offered Aaralon the words to grow her to full size, she had volunteered to be enchanted. Since that condition had been met, the spell should work.

"Gnisalp T'som Dinf Em Chiw Tath Emoceb!"

The imp screamed in fear and fury as she found herself surrounded by an aura of golden light, and felt her shape changing. "Damn you, wizard, what have you done? What have you done?!"

Aaralon watched with pleasure as the spell worked. The spell was changing the imp's appearance. She still possessed the same narrow waist and magnificent breasts. But her wings were disappearing, the fur on her legs disappearing...in short, she was assuming the appearance the voluptuous human female, but one who stood only six inches tall.

The imp was on her knees, looking at her human hands. "Damn you, wizard, look at me! Look at me! I'm---"

"Beautiful," Aaralon said, as he picked her up. The imp gasped. Her skin had become supersentive to the touch of Aaralon (the second part of the spell), and just being in contact with the skin of his hand was an erotically pleasurable experience.

Aaralon used his finger to gently stroke first one of her tiny breasts, then the other. This produced a very satisfying string of moans from the imp. Aaralon smiled. Thanks to the spell, the imp no longer possessed the "hardware" to do him damage, not the volition.

Aaralon continued stroking the imp's breasts, much to her squiriming delight. When he drew his finger down her stomach, her legs immediately spread apart, waiting for his approaching finger. As soon as Aaralon's finger settled on the soft hair between the newly transformed imp's legs, she loudly moaned in pleasure, arching her hips against his fingertip. Aaralon made the tiniest of circles with his fingertip, which sent the imp into a frenzy of sounds and motions. Finally, an overwhelming orgasm overcame the tiny imp. With a last shriek and thrust of her pelvis, she collapsed into Aaralon's palm. Wizard and imp stared at each other wordlessly until the imp finally caught her breath.

With a wide smile on her face, the imp said, "Bind me to you now, wizard. I am your eternal servant."