Right on in, as the Imp sets the stage.

Kersat was pleased with the work he had upon Denise. His skillful insertions into her thoughts were among his best work. He had twisted the nexus of energy that bonded her to Adam, manipulating their repressed desires towards each other to build upon the impression his patron had left in her mind. The foolish humans hiding their feelings from each other had made it so easy to twist. It did not matter that she did not recognize Adam as Aida yet; the energy that connected the two remained and could be woven by a master such as him.

He wondered how she would take the discovery of Aida being Adam. The shock of the encounter, and the realization of the summoned devils, could cause her mind to push back the changes made... Or it could feedback onto their connection, perverting it further, pushing her further then he had...

Delightful!

Regardless of what happened a surge of energy between them was almost assured. Within his realm his form reached down, grasping for the iron ring adorned in the tip of his imphood. A bit of energy and he separated it from his form while filling it with his imp aura, his very essence, and his desire to push things forward. The ring started to elongate, meant to adorn a much more vital part of a body, as the gathered energy within would make it mold perfectly onto the girl.

“Heu, heu!” He let out a soft laugh, his thoughts losing their clarity with the expense of his energy, while what remained gripped the bonds flowing out from the girl, the ring-opening then closing fast around them. The leashing of her bonds through it would also connect through other people, possibly corrupting how she saw them or perverting how others saw her depending on the person.

It was risky, many would-be summoners would sell their soul for it, while witches would inflict curses with what he was giving to this pet. The perverse corruptive **** could alter any part of the persons life, far more than the simple mental alterations he had done, and only one with talent, skill, and willpower could control it. Something little Denise lacked in all areas. She would be but putty to this power.

Imps were creatures of corruption and perversion, and he would attach that very essence to this human girl. She would be bound to the imp, and he to her, for as long as she wore it. Imps were insatiable, feeding on the energy that made them smart and powerful, and obsessed with spending it and lulling themselves to blissful stupidity. She might just be able to provide him with a constant source of energy for some time, providing ample opportunities for fun and mischief, by being his avatar in this dreary little world.

Denise did not even notice the weight increase around her neck or the slightly tighter grip against her neck as she stepped forward. The iron ring materializing within the latex collar, snug against her neck and never meant to remove. She was now bound by iron to the imp. A warm feeling spreading in the tips of her ears as the unseen impish aura wrapped around her, a subtle and perverse ****, slowly seeping its way into her being.

Direct was the best approach, Denise told herself, Cory really did not have any good means to stop her from entering a school bathroom, and since he was trying to keep his nose clean for a possible sports scholarship he wouldn't dare do anything that might reflect badly on himself. Nothing she knew of him suggested he would try to stop her physically.

He looked up at her as she rounded the corner,

“Hey-” He paused as recognition shined in his eyes, “Denise, right? Your Aida's friend?”

She paused. Did he mean the strange girl? Is her name Aida? Such a pretty name, And he thinks I'm friends with her! She looked at him, excitement visible in his face at the prospect of talking to one of the girl's friends.

Run with it! She thought to herself before nodding towards him.

“Yes, besties, is she alright? She seemed a bit shaken earlier.”

She couldn't help but study him as he started to talk. The football star was rather handsome and built well. She had not gotten a good look earlier, Aida had taken most of her attention, but she wondered how well endowed he might be. He must be, Aida deserves the biggest! The Biggest Tits, Biggest Booty, and access to all the Biggest Dicks! Her mind was turning to the image of nuzzling her face between those ta-tas while kneading that wunfully badonka ass with her hands as Aida rode this guy hard.

“-sure why, but I'll do anything for her!” She zoned back, her face a bit flush and a little drool hanging on her lip as she realized that thinking about Aida caused her to zone out. She was a little glad that she was still attracted to him, though not nearly as much as Aida, and she considered flirting a bit, even if she was rather bad at it.

She only really flirted with Adam before, but it either felt awkward, or he failed to notice and reciprocate. It might be the year and a half difference between them, but they never could seem to escape the friend zone with each other. She had been starting to worry that they might not see much of each other after she graduated. Might be for the best though, she wouldn't want to break his heart to get to the cewt Aida grrl.

“Well, let me see what's up. She'll talk to me!” Denise tried her best to sound confident, while her heart was all aflutter. What if Aida hates liars? She feared making the girl hate her before they had a chance to know each other... she did not want to come off as a weird girl obsessed with her, even though it might be true, and she had no idea if she could hold herself together if rejected.

She heard a faint squelching sound as she stepped in with what might have been a suppressed gasp. Denise paused for a bit in the hall between the door and the bathroom proper. She knew Aida was likely cleaning up... but thoughts of the girl touching herself in the bathroom after the earlier display... Denise licked her lips, her mind seemingly conjuring up a sort of phantom taste to the action, her mind remembering parts of the explicit dream from last night.

Visions of a black latex-clad figure hovering over her. A smell of latex, sweat, and cum from the dream, and recognition of the same smell lingering in the air around her.

Need It Lick It Love it

The thoughts passing through her head unbidden. Or had they been there all day?

Need It Lick It Love it

Did it mean those puffy lips against her face or the sticky globs of...

“Ugg, Christ.”

The voice from the bathroom snapped her out of it. Was that Aida's voice? It was not as... pretty as she hoped. Still, she needed to meet her and know her. She stepped forth eagerly, hoping this would be the start of a truly intimate friendship. She would do anything for their relationship to be perfect after all.