Chapter 4
by 
Sixth
How does the ambushed imp react?
The imp tries to secretly cast a spell of her own
"Sure," replied the Tar'oth, changing her tune quickly and settling back on the table. She let her legs fall open, bending a knee slightly. "This should be fun..." added the demonette, trailing a hand over her breasts, down over her stomach and down to her fury pussy. The imp pushed a finger into her pussy, then a second and then a third. "Oooo. Hmmm..."
It was a pleasant show, Aaralon admitted, the imp was an exotic creature and he had heard rumours that drinking Tar'oth sex juice added years to your life.
It was a pleasant show but Aaralon was not falling for it. Even as the imp squeeze a forth finger into her cunt and said, "I'll fist myself for you... I want to imagine what it'll be like to fuck you big cock..." he could sense the sly build up of magic in the background.
