Aaralon binds the imp to him and explores her new powers

Aaralon rolled the imp over and caressed her bare back and buttocks.

"You will be my eternal servant then, imp, and do my bidding?"

The imp was on her hands and knees in Aaralon's palm, pushing her bottom against his stroking finger, moaning in delight. "You are my eternal master!"

"Then tell me your secret name."

Without hesitation, the imp said, "Lift me to your ear."

Aaralon did so, and the imp whispered her name to him.

Aaralon nodded and held the imp in front of him. "Then by that secret name, I do bind thee to me."

A golden aura surrounded the tiny imp, and she shivered with pleasure. Aaralon grinned. "Since you are my tiny servant, it does not seem fit that I should merely call you imp. By what name should I call you then?"

The imp looked at herself and actually giggled. "Well, it's true that I don't look like an imp anymore. Whatever name pleases you will please me, master."

Aaralon thought for a second, then said, "How about Saralith? It means Gossamer Beauty in the ancient tongue of my people."

The imp giggled. "Saralith! I love it! Ummmmmmm, I love that too!" That, in this case, was Aaralon running a finger gently down Saralith's back.

"So, Saralith, do you have your old abilities?"

"Let us see, master." With a though, wings sprouted on Saralith's back. These, though, were not the demon wings of old, but butterfly wings with a rainbow of colors on them. Saralith gave them an experimental flap and quickly found herself flying around. Then suddenly, Saralith was gone.

"Saralith?"

Saralith reappeared with a giggle. That light, airy giggle was another attribute that seemed to have come with Saralith's new appearance. "It seems that I am able to move with more stealth than before, master."

Aaralon concentrated, and found himself looking out what he considered Saralith's eyes.

"Shall we go scouting, then?" Saralith asked her master with a sly tone to her voice.

Aaralon nodded. He knew just who he wanted to spy upon.