The little demon is to much for you...

"What an introduction, pffff!" The little red Imp observed with a nasty smirk, dusting off his wings while studying you intensely with his beady black eyes. His claw tipped feet scraping on the well worn stone floor, as if the little demon is preparing to pounce on him at any time. The little red bastard flashed you a wicked vicious grin, as you stand there looking at priest Bernard with a sickened look on your face. The old man hanging there limply now, only sobbing weakly as his helpless body trembled. "Come along, lets play... hero." The little Imp grinned, a glint of wicked perversion and hunger showing in his devilish smile.

While you have been warned of all kinds of demons in the past, mostly by the priests of the Church of the Equal Brother-Divines. From what you remembered, Imps were mostly known for their trickery rather than any raw aggressiveness. Still you are standing there without any weapons, but at least you are not naked like the Imp. "A male of a few words, I bet you are thinking that is intimidating." The lustful little demon watching, as you circled around the room looking for a weapon. "That's fine with me... I can already taste the Essence within you that I will take." Within less than a second, his wings unfold stirring against the sweat and anal sex scents in the air of the room. "I grow eager to feel your sweet flesh on my organ." The little demon explains with a filthy leer, that makes your skin crawl... and a wave of nausea raise from your stomach.

"Stay away from me." You shout circling around the room looking for a weapon, you see the staff of the Divine laying discard in one corner. The stout polished wooden shaft has a heavy iron circlet with a golden sun set into the middle of it. The would make for a fine weapon, even if it was a bit sacrilegious to use such a thing as a weapon. Leaping across the room you grab the staff, even as a black whip flicks out and strikes the back of your hand with a 'Crack'. "Ouch!" You scream in pain, almost dropping the staff as the nasty Imp laughs manically. The whip has cut the back of your hand lightly, fresh crimson blood oozes from the wound. Spinning you grip the staff glaring at him, as the Imp released a sparkling ball of fiery red light. The magic spell shot swiftly across the room, you try to dodge out of the way however it follows your movements. You realize that there is no escaping the magic, and so brace yourself for the hit. Strangely as the ball flies at you, the staff in your hands quivers. The ball striking the head of the staff, bursting in sparkles all around you without doing harm. The Imp shrieks in disappointment, jumping up and down as he watches. Even as you turn to face your demonic enemy, the sun symbol glittering in the lamp light. You notice that the Imp shudders and looks away from the reflected light, almost like it had some Divine power.

"That toy will not save you!" The Imp squeals, suddenly lunging to the left his whip lashing out at the flesh of your body. You dodge to the side, as the whip snaps loudly just beside your face. The fight take all your speed and strength, as you struggle to get within striking distance with your heavy weapon. The Imp screaming curses at you, flicking his whip at your body in the most sensitive places. While also tossing spells, some of which get by your guard. Each time those fiery balls of dirty red light strike you, a wave of lust and submissiveness wash over you like a blast of filth. You male organ almost instantly growing rock hard... within your thick woolen trousers. Luckily for you the Imp seemed to tire after awhile, his movements slowly down so you could get close enough to deliver some savage hits. Dropping the whip to the floor, the little demon was tossing spell rapidly with both hands now. It was clearly a tactic of desperation, you blocked as many with the staff as you were able. Yet still twice as many got through, each hit making you more aroused and eager for... Sapping your will... making you more and more submissive... eager to please the magic overpowering your mind rather than harming your body.

"NO... I will not serve you!" You shout with one last hit from the Imp, you fall on your back, your gaze never leaving the sneering little demon. His wings fold in triumph, as his huge red cock bounces up and down eagerly.

"Looks like I win this time!" He exclaimed with excitement, his arms spread out, eagerly awaiting the flow of Essence to reach him. A soft white hue suddenly envelops him, and he closes his eyes and groans. "Grrrrr..... Yyyessssss!" His body shivers with pleasure, his clawed hand reaching down to wrap tightly around his demonic cock. "Look at me... with each win I'm slowly becoming a true demon!" With every movement of his clawed hands caressing his sensitive tool, his breathing growing faster. His cock pulsing with increasing need, that mighty shaft bloats a little longer and thicker with each stroke. More veins surge out, pumping the demonic dick into more and more of a beast worthy of the name. The wicked Imp moans in prideful lust, one of his fingers wiping a growing bead of pre-cum from the head of his dick before seductively licking it clean.

"I bet you're aching to have a taste." The nasty little demon teases, his new, thicker member oozing demonic pre. The Imp's lust is infectious! While the remnants of your sanity scream for you to resist and not give into his influence, it's just too hot to resist. You close in on the Imp and collapse to your knees before him. "Hehehe," He chuckles lewdly, as your lust filled body surrenders to his power. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while..." His hand suddenly grasps the back of your head and pulls you in. Your eyes widen as the first drop of his potent pre-cum touches your tongue. It is invigorating in a odd way, yet you can feel the corruption of it. That is why the old priest has gone mad, and soon you will be just as mad if not worse. You steady yourself by grasping the Imp's waist, struggling for a split second with him and your own desires. "Do on... do it.. heheh," The last of your will power breaks, eagerly you press your tongue against his cock slit, licking... lapping like a pet dog begging for more.

"Yessss... you like that, runt?" The little Imp growls. his voice sounds more profound and more dominant despite his size. In silent response, you take his whole massive dick deep into your mouth and throat. Warmth spreads from your core, your body shaking with wicked anticipation. It keeps getting warmer and warmer, like a fire spreading to your muscles and throbbing cock. You feel proud, proud of your endless hunger for pleasure and power; proud of changing and growing until you become the perfect slut.

"Let desire flow through you." The Imp moaned in instruction, his breaths coming quicker as release closes in. With a deep bellow, he clenches his claw tipped toes and arches his back as thick loads of his demonic cum shoot out of his growing cock. You do not waste a single drop of this Imp's tangy ambrosia. Every gulp spreads the heat within you, until it feels like a roiling inferno deep inside. You jerk your own small cock harder and feel it growing thicker in your palm. You gaze up to the smirking Imp who grabs his balls, his ugly face split into a satisfied grin. His ambition is undeniable, this small Imp certainly could grow into something more. As you let his demonic energy course through you, a vision seeps into your mind. You see the Imp, taller than any beast or structure, with muscles massive enough to crush mountains—the ultimate demon of pride, a lord among untamed beasts. The vision is too much for your mind to bare, it soon dissipates into utter blackness as you pass out. You awake sometime later, dangling from your wrists just beside the old priest. You can feel the Imps donkey size organ thrusting up inside your anus, even as you begin to babble in joy at the pain and pleasure it is giving you. Looking down at your naked body you see it is covered in a mix of your and the little demon's cum.