Imp Take Control!

"Sister sister sister!" The Imp babbles out "What about plan to escape?" he teases, knowing full well you have no desire to follow through with that plan anymore.

"E-Escape??" you glance the Imp a questioning look "Why would I...Mmmm... w-want to escape?" you continue applying pressure over top your panties on your quim.

The Imp flutters his wings, rising to his feet and coming over towards you as you lean back on your rump playing with yourself. He lands his claws on the top of your bosom, eliciting a moan from your body. His cock, still engorged and just inches from your face.

"Y-Yes!" you lean your head forward and wrap your lips around his shaft once more, sucking down his cock into your mouth.

"NO!" The Imp bends forward and grabs a fistful of your crimson hair in each of his claws and pulls your head back. You grunt in disapproval as his cock and his juices leave your mouth from his ****.

"Just, J-J-Just let me suck you off again, p-please?!" you look at him with wanton eyes "J-Just one more t-time please?" you lick your lips as you beg for the Imp.

SMACK!!

"Ahhh..." you whimper in slight discomfort as the Imp releases one of your claw-fulls of hair and slaps you hard across the cheek. The pain coursing through your body only made your vagina quiver and constrict ever so slightly.

"Sister control self!" he hops up and down on your tits "Imp true to word! Imp get sister safe! THEN!" his hand points high in the air "THEN Imp get sister tight hole!"

"No, I can't wait, just use me now. Plea..."

SMACK!

"Ahhh..." you yelp in pain as your face gets slapped hard again. "P-Please Imp, why won't you..."

SMACK!

"Mmphfff..." you grunt, your pussy leaks more juices as the pain is actually turning you on.

The Imp flies off your chest leaving you seated on the floor as he goes up to the small wooden table and lands on it. Your eyes don't even care to follow his own but instead stay glued on his amazing cock that was now fully erect and leaking fluids. "Sister come!" he stomps his foot down ordering you to the table.

"Y-yes, I can cum! M-Make me cum! P-P-Please!" you lick your lips before rolling to the side and crawling on your hands and knees to the Imp again. "J-Just let me, let me cum, please! I-I need it! I need this dick. Need it so bad! Please! Please!!!" you grovel.

He throws his hand into his face and slowly rubs it down his eyes, nose and mouth before letting out a very deep, annoyed sigh. "Ughhhhhhhh..." he groans out. "No cum on face but cum in belly! Demons still notice Imp scent and should leave sister alone."

"What, alone?!" you question the Imp with need "No, not alone, I need to be filled, I need to be!" you reach up and grab the rock hard shaft in your grip "Yes! Y-Yes!" you squeal as your left hand reaches under your gown and starts to play with your hanging breast "Fuuuck I need this! Just give me that dick, please give me your dick!!" you tweak your nipple between your fingers "Mmmm!"

"On feet sister!" he orders.

"Y-Yes, sir!" you follow his command, pushing yourself to your feet hoping he'll tell you to bend yourself over the bed.

"Turn around, sister!"

"Yes, s-sir!" you lick your lips while turning around, knowing that soon your desire to be fucked is about to come true.

As you turn, you slowly pull your gown up a bit, allowing the lower rounds of your buttcheeks to appear from underneath the gown, hoping to seduce the Imp even more with your sight.

You hear the fluttering of wings before two claws grip down hard on your left shoulder. They dig in, puncturing into your skin causing a tiny bit of blood to stain the cloth gown. You groan in both pleasure and pain while turning your head to look at the Imp. His cock is still fully erect, the veins look so luscious, the shaft slightly pulsing with need.

Licking your lips you go to stick your tongue out, to give his shaft a quick once over from the side but you feel his other hand grip the back of your crimson hair and pull hard, forcing you to keep your head looking straight. "Walk sister!" he laughs "Follow dick! It points the way!" he thrusts his hips forward. "When we escape, sister gets to cum." his voice rules.

His dick, hard as can be, pointed forward like an arrow as he stays perched on your shoulder. "March, sister march!" he commands again with a thrust of his hips.

With the Imp on your shoulder, your hair in his grasp and your need to cum washing over your body, you listen to the Imp and march forward toward the door to exit back into the hallway of the Abbey.

You misunderstood how powerful a demon's venom was as you had no self control anymore. You would blindly follow this Imp to your **** if he commands you too. But with your eyes glued to the head of his cock, following it as it points straight ahead, like a carrot on a stick, a dribble of cum leaking from it, you walk forward, hoping to eventually catch a taste with your tongue.

With every step you take, that's one step closer to getting out of the Abbey, one step closer to your escaping with the Sword of St. Magdalena, one step closer to Gerlangen and most importantly, one step closer to that hard delicious dick being buried inside your asshole again...