Sleeping quarters

The imp grinned as she decided the best place was the sleeping quarters. If she was lucky, she may catch someone off guard and bring them back to her Mistress!

As she neared the dorms, Tar'oth idlely thought that her increased size might prove more challanging while sneaking. But she's not going to just throw away the power she tricked out of Aaralon just because it'd mean she'll have to be more careful.

Slowly landing, she made sure that the place she landed only had windows in front of her. It wouldn't do for her to be spotted and get her Mistress in trouble...

Looking in, she saw that the windows were connected to a hallway and that the rooms were just across from where she was. From the names, Tar'oth realized that all of them belonged to either guest researchers (from the easily removed strips for name tags), or the librarians themselves. Sneaking a glance below the doors, she found that only one of the rooms belonging to a female librarian was unlit.

"Well, that solves that..." Tar'oth thought to herself as she glanced left and right before carefully climbing through the window - her Mistress' spell more than a match against your everyday anti-theft protection; and placed one finger on the door's lock.

"Tela Aku!" She whispered, and with a small 'click', the imp disabled all the locks on the door. This was the main reason why people summoned most Imps: their natural ability to unlock things and get into places they're not supposed to in little to no time.

Quickly running in, she closed the door behind her and reaffixed all the locks she disabled. Looking around, she found that it was a normal enough room with a kitchen, bedroom, and washroom: large enough to live in comfort, small enough that it doesn't seem to belong to someone TOO important.

Tar'oth quickly looked for a place to hide so that when the room's owner returns, the imp would be able to surprise her. The closet seemed to be the only place to hide, but if she's found she'll be trapped in a corner - not to mention the owner may use it; but there isn't a lot of hiding places in a place that small...

The sound of the door unlocking quickly removed all options. Tar'oth dashed into the closet and moved all the random coats and shoes in front of her. She hoped that if the room's owner does open the closet, the coats and her Mistress' shadow magic would hide her well enough.

Moments passed and sounds of movement could be heard from various rooms. After a while, running water could be heard from the direction of the bathroom and Tar'oth thanked her Mistress for her luck: It seemed that the human was going to take a bath!

Easing her way out of the closet, she stealthily moved towards the semi-open door of the bathroom. She noted that the human had placed some books on the table, along with her purse and keys. Slowly entering the bathroom, she noticed that the human wasn't the neatest person around as she had left her discarded clothing on the floor and placed her new set of clothes near the bathroom door.

'Perfect!' Tar'oth thought to herself as she watched the human's shadow move across the bathtub's screen. The woman was humming some tune to herself as she washed, completely ignorant of her impending doom.

Looking around, Tar'oth decided that the bathtub was too small for her to do anything. Looking from the tub to the door, the imp got a wicked idea. She slowly and carefully placed a silence spell at the door to prevent any sound from leaking out. Tar'oth then jumped up, grabbed hold of the ceiling, and used a trickle of her power to nudge the lights out.

The humming suddenly stopped as the startled woman was plunged into darkness. There was a thin shaft of light coming from the slightly open door but with the enhanced darkness of her Mistress' spell, Tar'oth was sure the human can't see her. Unfortunately for the woman, the reverse wasn't true.

Tar'oth watched as the water stopped and the woman took a step out of the bathtub. Waiting until the woman was right below her, she suddenly let go, falling with wings folded forwards like fangs onto the woman.

The human jumpped as something suddenly fell onto her - the imp's wings fell over the woman's shoulders and cupped her breasts, a pair of breasts pushing against her back, arms draped around her shoulders and holding her arms, and hairy legs wrapping around her pussy - hugging it closely and digging into the inner folds. The woman managed the beginning of a scream before suddenly going silent: her eyes wide and mouth open for another second before /changing/.

Tar'oth turned the lights back on giddily and looked at her new body. She normally wouldn't be able to do this, but with the power she had tricked out of the boy and her Mistress' own powers, she had managed to merge herself into this human's body. The best thing was: for all practical purposes, she had already consumed half of the woman's soul. The remaining half was now completely under Tar'oth's control and she decided to leave it for now so she can use it to hide her presence from people who could sense her.

Recalling the woman's memories, she 'remembers' that the body once belonged to Anne Loden (she had to make sure that the name on the door matched the person), 26, and an assistant librarian at the College. Looking into the mirror, the reflection grinned as her slightly red-slitted eyes and lush red lips indicated her dominance of the body. A leathery black band started from her back and over her shoulders to cover her new breasts - slightly larger than what the memories say - and a faint outline of smaller arms reaching out from the top of the shoulders down to the elbow. Around her waist, Tar'oth stroked the fur that bends from the back of her ribs to where her pussy was and disappearing inside her new body.

Posing Anne's body, she realized that her natural mannerism was slipping into the human because of her control. Mentally pushing the woman's soul 'in front' of her, Tar'oth smiled as her face returned to what Anne orignally looked like and all the feeling of her demonic presense disappeared. She frowned when she realized that the leather 'band' that was once her wings, the extra size of Anne's breast, and the fur down below didn't disappear.

"Oh well. You win some, you lose some." Anne said in a soft and polite tone of voice, responding to so smoothly to Tar'oth's thoughts that it was practically her own. The grin on her face was completely the former Imp's, though.