Zagiles (One Shot, Complete)

“Zag! Open up!” Nadia pounded her fist against the heavy oak door with enough force to send splinters flying off, the entire frame shaking under the force. He’d missed their rendezvous, and she had destroyed sturdier doors than this for less.

There wasn’t any response for a long minute, but before she ripped the door off its hinges, her sharp ears heard light footsteps approaching. Not Zag’s footsteps… the rogue could wear a belt of bells and he still wouldn’t make a sound. Besides, a much shorter gait than Zag’s long strides. Shorter than a halfling even, almost like a...

The door swung open, and an imp looked up at her with a big smile on her face. “Hello! Is there something I can help you with?”

The imp was very nearly naked! The only genuine article of clothing she was wearing was a white and dark blue apron so narrow the sides of her breasts and the entirety of her wide hips were on full display. Other than that, there was only the golden collar with its golden leash dangling between her breasts and the dark purple stockings… no, looking closer, those weren’t stocking, but the natural coloration of the imp. It was altogether an obscenely indecent display of...

“Like what you see, do you?” the imp asked with a giggle.

“...!” Nadia hadn’t realized she’d been staring, and she took a step back, caught off guard. “I… of course not. I just wasn’t expecting…” She shook her head, trying to regain her focus. “Is Zag here?”

“Oh, the Master?” The imp turned around, her big, wide round bottom just as bare as Nadia had hoped suspected. The imp’s hands cupped the ass and lifted it, let it drop and bounce, “Right this way, please.”

Nadia’s nostrils were flaring as she followed inside. Master? Just what nonsense had Zag gotten himself into this time?

The rogue had always been good with money, and rather than investing in esoteric magic items, had spent his share of loot on practical items like the well-furnished home he lived in. The imp’s thighs flexed enticingly as she ascended the foyer’s staircase built against the wall, and Nadia followed after her. Her eyes were focused intently on the small dimples of the imp’s backside, darting away lightning quick whenever the imp would turn around to make sure she was still following.

As they approached Zag’s open bedroom door, Nadia could feel the blush all the way to her ears when she heard the man moaning. His voice was deeper than she’d imagined. Louder too. She’d thought he’d show more restraint in her fantasies, picturing in as she lay in bed under the covers and…

“Zag! What the hell are you doing? Making pacts with demons?!” Nadia bellowed as she stood outside the door. There was more than moaning going on in there, and she didn’t think she was mentally ready to figure out just what those wet, soft noises were.

There were at least two sets of high-pitched, feminine giggles coming from the room, but they went quiet as Zag answered, “Oh, Nadia? Hey, what’re you… oh no. Was that ruin exploration today?”

“Yes! And under normal circumstances I’d give you a good thumping for leaving me on my own, but right now, I’m much more concerned about why you have a naked imp answering your door and… and…”

“Three more imps in here,” he helpfully provided.

“Three more imps servicing you!” Nadia screamed, covering her mouth after. The neighbors could have heard that one.

“My lady, perhaps you’d like some tea?” The leashed imp asked, stepping in front of Nadia.

“Tea…?” Nadia grit her teeth charged into the bedroom. “No, I want an explanation from my friend about why he—”

“Why oh why did you not cover yourself up when you knew I was here?!” Nadia shouted at the obscene scene she was seeing.

Zag was sitting there with his back against the headboard of the bed. Leaning on his shoulder was another imp, slowly feeding him white grapes, rolling them around on her tongue before passing them through their lips. Sitting in his lap—no, not sitting. She was straddling, and from the bulge in her belly, the two were connected—was another of these purple imps who smiled at Nadia and just kept rolling her hips. The final imp hadn’t even noticed Nadia come in. She was lying between Zag’s legs, licking away as his large balls, her hips shaking side to side like she was wagging her tail.

“Hey… I would have, but… I mean, look at ‘em. They’re having so much fun and… it’d be rude, right?” Zag gave her that dumb, sheepish grin of hers. Why did it have to be so charming?!

She was going to kill him.

Fury welling up inside of her, Nadia jump over the bed like a pouncing tiger, fist wound back and ready to knock his head clear off of his shoulders.

The imp riding and suckling on him didn’t even seem to notice, but the one that had been feeding him grapes bared her fangs at Nadia, then bounced from the bed to meet her in mid-air. There was a loud sound like wood cracking on wood.

When Nadia opened her eyes, she was no longer in Zag’s bedroom. She was lying prone on his couch, a warm throw blanket draped over her body while a chillingly cold bag of ice was resting on her forehead.

“...nngh… wha…”

“The only thing Nalda likes more than sex is a good brawl. Well, a good brawl while having sex trumps both of those, I suppose, but it’s gotten harder to arrange the stronger she gets.”

Nadia turned her head towards the voice and saw the maid imp who she'd first met was sitting perched on the nearby chair, reading through a book with a rather cute pair of eyeglasses on. The apron from before was missing, making Nadia immediately twist her gaze back to the ceiling.

“Then… I’ll get a cleric… I’ll bring the whole Church here if I have to. I’ll save Zag and…”

“Oh, please don’t be so dramatic! You have nothing to worry about from us. We’re just showing the Master…” The imp blushed, coughed into her hand, then continued, “...ah, your friend Zagiles, some gratitude for rescuing us. As soon as he wants us to leave, we’ll go and find someone else to carry our book.”

“Book?”

From there, the imp explained the situation to Nadia.

The Tome of Imps was an ancient magical artifact created by an ancient and powerful sorceress. The imps were bound to the book. While it was open, they could freely leave its pages, but only for a short distance, less than twenty feet. While within a Domain—the imp had explained it as most occupied buildings, including Zag’s house—their range extended through the same magical principles that kept vampires out when uninvited.

Closing the book would seal the imps back inside, and the imps themselves were unable to touch the book; while open it acted as a portal to a small demiplane, and while closed they were trapped inside.

According to the imp telling the story, more than a hundred years ago a nobleman had come into possession of the tome. They had kept him company for many years, but one day his wife had found it and closed the pages, keeping them sealed inside all these years.

Vee, the only name the imp had given for herself, concluded with, “...and then Master Zag found us a few days ago in the forbidden section of a completely different noble’s library, and that just about catches us up to where we are now.”

“Right. ‘Master’ Zag. So you have to do whatever the owner of the book says?” Nadia asked, not hiding the suspicion in her voice. Deals with devils rarely were so one-sided.

“Hm? Oh! No, no, no.” She giggled, a delightfully musical sound. “I just really love acting the part of an obedient slavegirl. It’s… ah… roleplay. The other girls aren’t so submissive, but after being trapped with only ourselves to keep us company for so long, he’s a wonderful change of pace.”

“Right…” Nadia pulled the bag of ice off of her forehead, then slowly sat back up, rubbing the tender spot. She’d fought ogres with softer skulls than that imp.

With a wave of the Vee’s hand, the bag of ice winked itself out of existence, and with another, a steaming hot cup of tea on a small dish took its place, floating in front of Nadia. She accepted and breathed in the smell of fresh mint and honey. Nadia was impressed; it was rare that a wizard could perform such precise magic with so little movement and no incantations.

“You know, if you wish to sleep with the man, we’re more than happy to share.”

Nadia choked on the tea, coughed it back out, and took a half minute to compose herself to speak again. “What makes you think I want to… with a pig like… I’m not a…”

“You’re not a paladin, are you? Because let me just say, they always regret spending their best years keeping themselves locked up and tortured.”

“No. I just... I’ve only known Zag for a little over a year now. We held hands once, and there was that time at the Harvest Festival when we hugged, but… to lay with an unmarried man, is just…” Nadia could feel ten times the volume of steam pouring out the top of her head as what little her tea cup was producing.

“Wow… for a big girl, you’re a very delicate flower.”

“I’m not delicate! I just… Well, when you are walking around naked all the time, I think maybe you have no right to judge what’s decent and what isn’t!”

“Honey, please. I’ve spent more than five hundred years outside that book. I’m a fine judge of things.” Vee sipped her own tea. “And here I was going to offer you some help.”

“Well, I don’t make deals with devilspawn, so even if you did offer, I wouldn’t be…” All it took was five seconds of Vee’s teasing smile before Nadia gave in, “...what sort of help?”

“I know you’re feeling shy, but what if you could see what you’re missing…” Vee floated through the air towards Nadia, coming so close she could smell the imp’s cinnamon-scented perfume. “...and no one has to ever find out about it?”

“No way. No. Not going to happen. Never!”

Nadia was putting her foot down. This perverted nonsense had to end now!

“Come on… what’s life without a little risk?”

Nadia did not trust that demon’s eyes one bit.

“Harder! C’mon, Ziggy, if I can shout like this, that means you’re not squeezing hard enough!”

Zag did his best to comply, wrapping his other hand around the imp’s throat, his muscular arms flexing as he did his best to choke the imp currently bouncing her extra-large ass on his cock.

“That’s it… put your back… hkk!… into it!” Her voice had quieted down to a stage whisper, but he had to wonder just how much of an effect he was having on the durable imp. Regardless, the harder he squeezed, the faster she bounced, the tighter her pussy clenched.

“Nyaaahnnn!!!”

Her whole body heated up another ten degrees and started vibrating as she came, and even though he’d been trying to satisfy the insatiable imps all morning, Zag couldn’t withstand that kind of stimulation and not fill her up with a fresh load of cum. If not for Vee’s vitality spells, he’d have been a mummy by now.

“Not bad, mmm…” The imp he’d just filled was prone on the bed now, curled up like a cat, but you could do better. It’s all those acrobatics you do, I bet. Hanging from ledges and pulling yourself up, it’s great exercise for strengthening your fingers.”

The imp lifted her body into a handstand, not easy to do when they were so tiny and the mattress so soft. She gave Zag an upside-down smile as his cum began to flow down her well-toned stomach. “You should practice walking on your fingers too though.”

Zag was still catching his breath, but couldn’t help but chuckle. “You want me to train my grip just so I can squeeze your throat harder?”

“Well, not just that.” Still walking on her hands, she closed the distance between them and gave his softening cock a kiss. “Okay. Mostly that. But trust me, an adventurer won’t ever regret having a strong grip.”

Zag recalled one heist in which he’d been forced to hang by his fingers from a windowsill while the guards walked past, only for them to take a break to smoke their pipes. By the time he’d been able to pull himself back up, he was amazed the fingers hadn’t fallen off.

“You know, Nalda. You might have a point.”

“Ehehe~ Course I do!” The imp pounded her fist into her palm again, the loud crack just as alarming as the last time. “Just you wait, a decade or two with me and you’ll be a legend.”

Ten years? He wasn’t sure he was going to last that long. Not with how insatiable these girls were.

“Master~, is there anything I can do for you? Your humble slave just loooves serving her Master.”

Speaking of the literal devil, there was Vee, coming in with a steaming tray of hot food. Between her service and her spells, he was afraid he might not be able to leave the bed. He hadn’t realized just how much time had passed until Nadia showed up to remind him.

“How is Nadia? She’s not seriously hurt, is she?” Zag asked as he made the effort to get out of bed and make his way to the small table next to the window. The bed was enough of a mess by now without adding to it with the steak and eggs drenched in brown sauce Vee had prepared.

“Master’s little friend? She’s fine, of course.” Vee reached up to set the tray down before giving him a curtsy.

“Well yeah. Of course I’d hold back on a human.” Nalda scoffed, offended at the very idea that she’d do serious harm to someone just because they had a little freakout.

“Please enjoy it while it’s hot, Master. Though your most loyal slave would be more than happy to heat it back up for you again. Or go and cook you something else~! Or perhaps Master would like a bath? Or maybe Master wants… me?”

“Vee… please… you know my name is Zagiles, right? And my friends call me Zag? And seeing as to how I owe you my life and you and your girls have all been great to me, I think the world of each of you, so you don’t have to call me Mas—”

“Of course, Master. Whatever you wish, Master~” Vee said with a blushing, impish smile.

Zag let out a sigh, giving up on the matter for the fifth time. “That’s good that she’s okay. Is she still downstairs? I want to talk with her.”

Vee folded her arms, gave out a high-pitched “Hmph!”

“I explained everything to her, that we’re not really her competition—”

“Competition?!” Zag choked on his very first bite.

“But when I invited her to join us in her fun, she flat out refused and left. So rude! The people of this day and age are just so repressed. You know, seven hundred years ago it wasn’t unusual at all for people to walk around wearing nothing but a tabard. And I mean one that only covered the front, with nothing in the...” Vee kept going on, delivering a lecture on the absurdity of these modern day taboos, but Zag had tuned her out.

“Jeez…” Zag ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair. “She’s gonna kill me. I should go and find her, apologize for all the—”

“Yes, yes, yes, you should definitely go and do that very soon!” Vee interrupted, jumping up from behind to hang off his shoulder, pulling herself up to whisper into his ear like the devil she was. “But first! Master, there’s one more imp I’d like you to meet.”

“Huh? Another one? How many more are there?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’m starting to feel a bit overwhelmed here.”

“Oh, this is the last one, Master! Promise. You see, this imp is just a little shy. She wanted to watch you for a long time before feeling that the two of you would be a good fit. She’s very shy and nervous and just the absolute cutest little thing.”

“Huh? What’re you talking about? There aren’t—” Before Nalda could say anything else, Vee gestured towards her and magical latex bindings shot out of the open book, slapping across her mouth to muffle her, then dragging her back into the book.

“Sorry about that, Master.” Vee gave another curtsy. “Nalda tends to run her mouth just a bit too much, and I don’t want her to embarrass your final imp pleasure slave more than she already has.”

Zag rolled his eyes. All the imps seemed to be insatiable, but he was starting to wonder which of them was the real pleasure slave. “It’s fine. So where is she?”

Vee hopped back down from hanging off his shoulder to the floor, then walked over to the doorway. “Right here, Master!” She wrapped her arms around the air, and the air made a squeak. “Just a bit of invisibility so she could watch you.”

“But enough standing on the sidelines. Time for you to join the fun, right?” Vee reached up and squeezed something that made the invisible voice squeak even louder, and slowly another purple shape started to fill in before his eyes.

The first thing Zag noticed were her breasts. Not that it was overly important to him, but he couldn’t help but notice that these seemed slightly bigger than the other imps, topped with two dark purple nipples. They were perky, too. Her waist was narrow while her hips flared out, with thick, soft thighs leading to the golden shinguards wrapped all around her calves.

She had a round face with red eyes, soft and inviting features that made him feel relaxed, even if the imp herself was looking anxious, biting down on her lower lip. She was almost familiar, the way she was looking at him…

“Um… I’m not so sure this is a good idea after all…” the new imp said in a quiet whisper.

“Don’t be silly! You’ve not even done anything yet!” Vee started pushing the new imp towards him, and Zag stood up to meet them. Both of them were so small, they didn’t even come up to crotch height. Vee’s overzealous enthusiasm and the new imp’s bright, blushing nervousness turned out to be a powerful combination, and he could already feel his flagging cock starting to wake up.

“Oooo… very good, Master! I knew I could count on you to be ready to perform.” Vee said as she nuzzled her button nose against his shaft. “Even with my Vitality spells, a lesser man would be dead by now.”

“Wait… what?” Zag was starting to think he should have asked more questions about Vee’s magic and its side effects. He’d never met a sorceress with such a wide variety of magic, as well as such precise control over it.

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to my beloved Master. We’re here to serve you. Isn’t that right…?” Vee looked to the shy imp.

She swallowed, nodded her head up and down rapidly. “Y-yeah! That’s right… um… Master?”

“Come on, dearie. Actions speak louder than words.” Vee grabbed her hand and pulled the shy imp closer. A hand on the back of her neck and she was pulled closer still, so that Zag could feel their hot breath on both sides of his cock; imps ran about five degrees hotter than a human, and the extra warm breath felt good in the slight morning chill. “Give it a kiss.”

“Mmmgh…” The imp was blushing brighter than ever, but she managed to lean forward, puckering her lips, and pressing them against his shaft. Those lips were soft and moist, and when it made his cock twitch in response, she squeaked, taking a step back.

“Good girl. But relax! It’s not going to bite you. Now, repeat after me.” Vee lightly grabbed his cock in her tiny hand, then began to flute it, her hot tongue lapping at it from the base to the tip, taking the helmet into her mouth when she reached it so she could swirl it around before taking another trip to the base.

“Wow…” The new imp’s face was still flushed, but Zag didn’t think it was only from embarrassment any longer.

Vee pulled back, her hand still stroking his cock up and down lightly. “Alright. Your turn.”

Without saying anything, the not-so-shy imp leaned forward, mimicking her mentor. Her grip was softer, like she was afraid she might hurt him, and her tongue was more careful, afraid to spill any drool down her chin. Rather than take the head of his cock into her mouth, she only pushed her lips against it and ran her tongue against it. But the moan she let out as she tasted him spurred a groan from Zag. He could feel the raw desire coming off of her, and it hit in a way Vee’s matter-of-fact demonstration hadn’t.

As the two imps started working together, Zag clenched his fists together. “You girls think we can start the next lesson?”

“Of course, Master? What should I focus on next? Proper foot massages?” Vee was speeding up the strokes on his cock, and in the few days since he’d known her, she knew it better than he did. From the gleam in her eyes as she continued, she knew just how much of a tease she was being. “How to prepare your tea? Oh, I’ve forgotten all about housecleaning. Maybe we should—”

“Actually, maybe I ought to take the lead on this one.” Zag grabbed the other imp and lifted her off the floor. Just like the others, he’d lifted house cats that weighed more. This close, the soft features, good smell, and gentle warmth were stronger, making him harder.

He put her feet down on his lap, which put her at the perfect height for kissing. Her lips were even softer than they looked, and after her shock faded, the imp returned the kiss eagerly, pushing him back in the chair as she attacked him with her lips and tongue. His grip went to her waist, his other hand grabbing a big handful of her extra plump ass and squeezing it hard. That set off another one of her moans. The sound of it was driving Zag wild!

“You think you’re ready for the next step?” Zag asked while their foreheads were pressed together.

“Yes please… hahhh… Zag, I need it… please…” The imp reached down, both of her hands grabbing his cock that was less than an inch from her dripping pussy. She lowered her hips so that he was spreading open her puffy folds. “Oh fuck… can this thing even fit?”

From below, her nose pressed against the base of his cock, Vee reassured her. “We’re surprisingly flexible. And elastic. And sex feels soooo much better.”

Zag was about to ask if this imp was somehow a virgin, but then Vee gently sucked one of his balls right into her mouth and started juggling it with her tongue, and he let out a grunt, one of his legs having a small spasm.

It wasn’t on purpose, but it was a surprise that knocked the imp who had been balancing on his thighs off-balance. She lost her footing and gravity took over, his cock impaling all the way inside of her while her legs were spread wide.

“Hiiiiiiiyah~!” she cried out, her teeth clenched, eyes shut tight, and her back and neck arched impossibly back. For a terrifying instant, Zag was worried that he’d seriously hurt her, but when the imp opened her eyes, he saw that those large, red jewels each had a glowing, pulsing pink heart overlaid on top of it. “Oh fuck… Zag, how are you so fucking big!?”

Zag laughed, half from relief, half from just how damn cute she looked right at that instant. He gripped her bottom in both hands, pulled her halfway up the shaft, then let her drop again. “Maybe you’re just too tight?”

“Guh! Mmmph…!!!” Her pussy squeezed down on his cock hard enough to get water from a stone as he impacted her cervix for the second time. “Zag, you ass! You could go slower. This is my… um…”

That made Zag pause.

“Hold on… none of the other imps call me Zag. Honey, cutie, sweetie, stud, Master… Ziggy. But you… what is your name, anyway?”

“Tch, it’s Na—” The imp bit her tongue, and the blush that went to the tips of her pointed ears was back.

“Nahhh…?” The Nadia that Zag knew was covered in tight, powerful muscles and old, criss-crossing scars. She stood a full head taller than him, wore heavy armor, and was harder than stone. She was the furthest thing from this pure, soft, and shy and adorable imp he could think of… but now that he was looking at her closer…

“It’s… Na’meh! Na’meh the imp!” Nadia/Na’meh lifted her hips up, and for a second Zag thought she was going to get off his lap.

Instead, she slammed her ass down on him so hard that this time he was the one with the wind knocked out of him. “Fuh-fuck, Na—”

“Na’meh!” She didn’t relent, bouncing herself up and down on his lap, grinding her hips at the base, humping against him, her face pressed against his chest. “Na’meh the imp who just wants to serve her friend… fuck, her Master, okay!?”

“Nnn…. Na… Na’meh, slow down, you’re gonna make me—”

She refused to give him any reprieve. Instead, she sped up, back arching again so he could watch her large, perky breasts bounce up and down, swinging around in hypnotic circles. “Now shut up and fuck your slutty imp!”

“Gnnn… fine!” Zag grabbed her under the arms again, lifted her up entirely off of his cock, a wet pop as she came off, followed immediately by a groan of frustration. It didn’t last long though as he took her to the window, then pushed against the glass, her breasts flattening against the cold surface.

“I know for a fact my best friend Nadia would die of shame if anyone ever saw her getting fucked up against a window from the streets below… but a slutty exhibitionist imp like you shouldn’t have any problem with it. Right, Na’meh?” Zag teased right before he shoved himself back inside.

“Yessss….!!” Na’meh hissed out. “Make me scream loud enough they can hear it all the way to the guild!”

Zag had no problems with that command. Blood surged into his cock and a fever came over him as he thrust into Na’meh, both of them grunting and moaning and gasping like wild animals. Her pussy was coiling around his cock, sucking it in deeper, even as her stomach was being stretched out by the length each time he bottomed out.

He felt her body spasm, and Na’meh let out that full-throated scream that shook the room and turned heads on the street below upwards, and Zag was at his limit. Cum crashed into her like a tidal wave against the beach, his body still thrusting at full speed even as he continued to cum, unable to slow down until she’d drained every drop.

“Nnngh…” Even though he’d been cooped up for days with the other imps, none of them had made him erupt like that, to the point that he was feeling light-headed. Zag staggered backwards, falling back onto the bed, and as his softening cock fell out of Na’meh, the imp climbed up on his chest.

“Ehehe… see? No way a girl as dishonest about her feeling as Nadia could do something that bold, right, Zag?” Na’meh said as she ran a fingertip up his neck.

“Exactly!” Vee added as she pushed up against Na’meh, making room for herself on top of him. Both were close enough to reach his neck, and Na’meh did, peppering him with affectionate kisses. “Any resemblance between Master’s imp slavegirls and other people, real or fictional, alive or dead, are entirely coincidental.”

“And Nadia is probably angry enough about you having fun with us delicious imps. So you better not mention this to her when you see her,” Na’meh warned. “Or I’ll… she’ll toss you through a wall. Got it?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Vee kissed her way up Na’meh’s neck, making the younger imp squirm. “If Nadia knew just how good sex as an imp felt… she might just get too addicted to stop.”

Zag looked at Vee’s golden eyes, shining with pure contentment and pleasure, like a well-fed cat getting ear rubs.

He had a feeling she might be right.