Price.

Beth laughed, “For a price,” She said before standing, she concentrated and drew on her demonic energies then with a short incantation she cleaned herself of dirt and demon cum and made several lengths of cloth which failed to bind together and fell to the floor. Beth panted and leant on the book table for support, exhausted.

The imp nodded and came closer, “Yes, for a price dear one, but it looks like you are not strong enough to do a lot, I’m amazed you even managed to cast that bolt.” It fluttered up onto the book table, “Tell you what, we can, as you say for a price, make you some very nice clothes, fit for a demon, or partial demon, queen. We can also, afterwards, protect you, give you a safe place to sleep. Recover.”

She looked down at the little demon, “An individual Imp can’t do that much that quickly and certainly can’t protect me.” She said.

The imp smiled and fluttered up to land on her shoulder, politely holding its erection away from her, “No, but forty can.” It replied. Beth looked at the creature and then quickly looked around the room, “Oh don’t worry, we have no intentions of harming you,” it explained.

Beth cleared her through uncomfortably, “So you want to make me some clothes and look after me while I rest?” The demon nodded.

“We can make you a hard wearing set of clothing, showing off your best features keeping you warm and even,” it paused for dramatic effect before raising both hands in excitement allowing it’s erection to bounce free, “store magical energy.”

Beth’s eyes widened, she could not hide her surprise, magical robes, magical clothing was indeed possible but was so expensive and difficult to make that even the wealthiest arch mages rarely had a set. “I’m assuming your price has something to do with that?” She asked looking at the creatures erection.

The imp had the decency to look embarrassed, “Well yes, you know imps just enjoy having fun, often by prank, but…” He left the thought unfinished.

Beth frowned, “Just you?” The imp shrugged, “There are forty of you!” she exclaimed.

“Well, what better way to get ready to sleep then to be exhausted by some very attentive lovers?” The creature asked.

“I could only service two or three of you at a time, I wouldn’t get any sleep.” She tried to protest.

The imp smiled, “Not exactly true, I think, with the addition of your wings, you could service five of us at once, and believe me, you will enjoy all the sensations.” It’s smile widedned, “And don’t worry, our cum is not addictive, nor magically corrupt, not that I think there is anything wrong with how you look right now, in fact," he looked down at his cock, “I find you rather fetching."