Yes, and the poison takes effect immediately!

You lunge forward frantically as Clémence clambers over the rocks in her path. Your dangerous barbs, glistening with powerful toxins, unhinge themselves before impact, glowing an unpleasant green in the murky light. A shrill whistle pierces the still air as your tail whips outwards. Clémence lets out a surprised, pained cry as it lodges itself squarely in her thigh, where the barbs unfold instinctively into the exposed flesh, instantly reacting to the warrior’s touch. Before Clémence can even turn around, you release a huge quantity of potent venom into her blood, enough to overawe all her natural defences, both physical and mental. She turns rigid a split-second after, almost collapsing onto the outcrop beside her. A tad overkill, perhaps.

It is a few more minutes before you manage to extract the young bounty hunter from the tunnel and bring her once more to the clearing that marks your home. Hindered by your small stature, it was not really possible to drag her away. Nor, given the overpowering amount of poison coursing through her veins, was she especially responsive to your urging. Eyes unfocused and tinged green, her only thought appeared to be grasping the impish cock dangling before her, like a woman possessed. Now, you flutter before her, patiently waiting for some semblance of intelligence to return. Eventually you see a glimmer of consciousness enter into her irises. She stops swaying and regains her balance. You wonder what that means. Is she aware of what she is doing now? A question for another time. Whether she knows it or not, Clémence is, at least for a few hours, yours to enjoy.

You allow yourself a final, satisfied assessment of your prize. Toned, pretty and blessed with wide, birthing hips. But why hurry to the main event? Today is a good day to be an imp.