The Shadow Tendril spell forces her to obey

"No," protested the fully-sized Tar'oth imp but Aaralon fully expected that. He had done his research, he knew even minor demons such as the Tar'oth slut would resist, wrangle, cheat, trick and fight their way to freedom for as long as they could.

It would take a great deal of strength, of **** and control to bring the imp fully under his control. Once there, though, it was unlikely the imp could break free. Only the larger demons could do that without assistance.

"Yes," his reply was simple. Better that way. Keep it easy. Even as he spoke the Tar'oth hiked herself up and scooted to the far edge of the table. She glared at him malevolently. She wasn't shy, she didn't care that she was naked, that her perk, young, breasts were plumped up by her pose.

"No..." the imp tried to retort but Aaralon's next spell drowned her out.

"Akar zai, morao, rii mouah-ma, zek liop cee'sa, tia hai poiu kyo pai gee!" magic bubbled on every word and the ambient light died down, almost as if Aaralon was using the energy to fuel the spells.

Aaralon's fingers grew. His fingers oozed forward, elongating and turning a shady black, turning quickly into eight long and flexible tendrils. Aaralon retained his thumbs, a strange quirk of the spell.

The imp must have known the Shadow Tendril spell. She turned to leap of the table and hide. But the imp was too slow. Just as she turned to face away from Aaralon the first of his finger-tendrils, shadows-made-solid, caught her by the neck. Aaralon smiled as he flexed a shadow tendril and completed the magic collar around her neck.

He would fuck her. Aaralon was looking forward to this and could already feel energy flicker back down his fingers from the demon and to him. He could sense her demonic core. The Tar'oth strained against her new leash, pulling forward and against the tendril. Aaralon slipped a second tendril between her legs, letting it slide across her fur covered backside and push between her goat-like legs from behind. Aaralon curled the tendril up to push its tip into his captive demon-slut's cunt.

"Yes," coo'd Aaralon, "You're mine to play with... and I can sense that you quite like that idea." He wasn't finished, even as he started slide the shadow tendril in her cunt back and forth, using his magic to fuck her, he eased another tendril tip against her anus. Tendrils wrapped around the five foot tall imp's body, one snaking around her small hips, four more reaching and grasping at her tits. Aaralon used two tendrils to secure her wrists, pulling them away from her body and holding her fast.

Aaralon considered his choices; he could fuck her backside with a tendril, her mouth, both, or he could fuck her himself.