How did that idiot manage to beat his test scores, anyway?!?

"Go find Gartok. I wanna know how that bastard beat my test scores," said Aaralon.
Saralith nodded and flew out the window, her wings creating a rainbow shimmer behind her.

As Gartok's window was directly across the courtyard form Aaralon's , it didn't take the diminutive imp long to find it. She flitted in and settled on the bookshelf, only pausing long enough to turn invisible.

How's this, Master? she sent through the link.

Through her eyes Aaralon could see the reason his test scores had been surpassed.
Gartok was banging the Headmistress' aide. And the Headmistress.

At the same.. fucking.. time.

His tongue was busy flicking the aide's clit, occasionally dipping between her dripping lips while the Headmistress rode his cock, twisting and grinding as she bounced and moaned.

That BASTARD!

Aaralon seethed for a moment before he noticed something.

Saralith was masturbating again. Her arousal raced across the link, mixing with his own, inflaming it. He pushed it away long enough to find the proper spell.

Saralith! She jumped, startled as his call echoed in her head.

Y-yes, Master? Her mental voice was a guilty squeak.

Come back to me. I have a present for you.

She quickly launched herself off the bookshelf and out the window. As the imp came in through window Aaralon closed it behind her and she landed on the small table between the window and the bed.

"Master? You said you have a present for me?" She looked up at him, her smile fading as she saw his expressionless face. "Master?"

Wordlessly he picked her off the table, prompting a pleasured gasp at his touch before depositing her gently on the floor.

"This might feel funny," he said flatly.

"Master, please! What're you do-"

Before she could finish Aaralon forked his fingers at her and muttered tersely.
"Bendis...velicia... demastessa!"

In a spray of golden light Saralith was enlarged to human size.

Within a second she stopped growing, and he noted with satisfaction that she was a few inches shorter than him. "Master, what... why?"

His only response was to take a step towards her, and another. Saralith stepped back, bewildered at his actions and more than a little unnerved at the expression on his face. After a few feet she bumped into the table and inched herself back. He leaned forward and placed his hands beside her hips, a strange smile on his lips.
His grey eyes stared into her black ones for a timeless moment.

Blood of the gods, but he wanted her! He wanted her so badly. He was torn between taking her, right then, right there whether she wanted it or not and... not. Pursuing a more... gentlemanly way of doing things. In a moment he made his choice and struck.