To join in!

You strip off the loincloth you were wearing (honestly, maybe this time you'll just leave the ratty thing off) and move over to the rogue's head. She looks up at you with lust clouding her eyes--and instantly her gaze hardens to a glare. "Bitch! I'm gonna-!"

Rather than let her finish that, you cover her mouth. With yours. You press your lips into hers fiercely, reaching one hand behind her head to pull her tighter into it. She tries to push you away, but she can't find anywhere firm to push against. Finally one hand grasps your perky breast and pushes forcefully, just enough to break the kiss. "What the Hell do you think you're doing!?" she demands, though with more shock than anger. That's progress!

"We want to help you, love. That's why, all of this. We'll save you from this dickhead you're so afraid of."

"He's not a dickhead, his name is Dick! Well, okay, he is a dickhead, but so are all my other teammates. Nothing new there."

Seriously? Not that you'll disagree all heroes are dickheads, but you had always assumed monsters were the only ones who thought so. Who knew they all thought the same of each other, too? Why in Hell's name they would choose to spend all their time together anyway was probably one of the great mysteries of the universe.

"Then we'll keep you safe from all of them," you promise, bending down to reengage the kiss.

"That's not wh-" she tries to object, just before her words are smothered. This time she doesn't push you away. She waits for you to pull back from a long, deep kiss. "Not what I meant," she finishes, much more subdued now.

And quite lucid. A glance between her legs tells you the imp hasn't been doing anything but watching you since the first kiss. "What did you mean, then, love?" you ask sweetly, slowly undoing her leather jacket.

"Dick's favorite fucktoy ran off; if I can't get it back for him, he said he'll turn me into his new fucktoy. That's why-!"

"That's why you shouldn't go back to him," you interrupt, placing a finger on her lips to shush her. "You should stay right here, with us."

You flick your imp with your tail. He gets the message; immediately he resumes his ministrations to her snatch. You can see the pleasure begin building again on her face. You pull her jacket off and begin fondling her through the lacy bra she wears--a pure white that contrasts sharply with the black leather that had been covering it. A small whimper escapes her lips.

"I can't live out here forever. I'm a hero; I'll have to go back to the city."

"Aren't there other cities you could go to?" you ask innocently, dragging your tongue across a nipple.

"If I had a higher level, yeah," she answers with a small whimper. "But I'm barely level 8. I'd die in the mountain pass. It takes a level 15 to make it through alone."

"Then. Let us. Help you," you urge, planting kisses along her neck between words.

"You'll...help me?" she asks breathlessly.

"Of course. First with this," and you reach down to tweak her pleasure nub, eliciting a sexy moan, "and then with reaching the next city."

She whimpers and moans, happy and lustful. Any resistance she had is gone; she submits herself entirely to your ministrations. A river is already flowing from between her legs, so you give the small imp the go ahead to enter her. He presses his throbbing erection in slowly. The rogue beneath him moans; he almost collapses. Even just this much is still a lot for the inexperienced imp.

"That's right!" you exclaim, then turn a sultry smile down on the rogue. "You're his first. Doesn't that make you happy?"

"Really?" she asks, a happy smile on her face.

"Really. So enjoy him as long as-"

*SPURT SPLURT*

"-he can," you finish, a little disappointed.

The rogue isn't. She arches her back and a shudder passes over her from head to toe. From the moans she makes--and the reciprocal moans the imp is letting out--you can tell she's climaxing, clenching around his member to milk it of everything it has. Your own pussy tightens up in envy, wishing it had something hot and hard to squeeze down on.

Alas. For now you content yourself with watching the pair lay together in the afterglow. Somehow, they look like a sweet couple.