“Well well. Hello pet.” A voice says.

Bonsai looked up as a purple skinned demonic creature suddenly appeared as if from nowhere in a sulferous puff beside her. It stands the same height as her and is naked. It is obviously male and he struts with an air of superiority about her leashed form on his sharp cloven hooves, his large batlike wings furled about his lean shoulders like a cloak, tiny ram like horns curling out of his lustrous black hair, his stinger barbed tail curling menacingly behind him.

It isn’t master but the creature appears to have the same authoritative air about him. “Hello Bonsai. I am Druzil... Bargle’s Imp familiar,” the imp introduces himself as he regards her kneeling and utterly aroused form. He grins and grips his own cock, stroking it erect. Bonsai stares fixatedly on the large purple member that is at eye level. “You look like you need some help getting off... and I can assist you. For a price...” Druzil grins, sharp teeth showing.

“A price?” She whisper. That cock looks perfect. Her urges overcome any sense of reserve or judgement.

Druzil grins as with a flourish he produces a contract. “A trifling thing really. Just your soul... sign here and I assure you that anytime you need me I shall be there...” the imp promised. In truth he would happily screw the little slut but he came here to corrupt souls and gather them to the hells... so mixing business with pleasure was more than acceptable.

“My soul?” She asked. She seemed to balk at the idea.

Druzil rolled his eyes. “Is there an echo in here... perhaps a little taste...” he gripped a handful of leaf green hair and pulled her head to his erect cock. With a muffled gasp his head pressed against her lips and slid into her mouth.

Bonsai found the taste... yummy.