An Imp-osing One

"Say, Harmony?" you ask, "This might seem a random question but do you know any spells or potions that would require the use of Imp cum? Like, a lot of it?"

Harmony narrows her eyes at you in befuddlement. "That is a strange question to ask of me," she replies before looking her sex stained body over and adding, "And why ask something like that of me now?"

You shrug. "Post-nut clarity making me realize I might not be able to pick the brains of the most book smart person I know until a lot later?"

Harmony smiles at the "book smart" compliment, though her expression grows more troubled. "You actually have encountered one before. An Imp's... essence is necessary for the potion that Pon-- Pegasus girl tried to **** you to ingest."

"I was afraid you'd say that," you grumble in thought.

"If I may ask, My Lord, why is that... specific ingredient important to you?"

You think about how much you should tell her and decide on, "I think Tara may have stumbled across one on campus the other night and when I asked Professor Hobbins about it, he mentioned about how they're popular poaching and slavery targets. So I was thinking if there's one on campus..."

"It likely has a master holding its leash and using it to produce the ingredients," Harmony mutters as she finishes your thought.

After several seconds her eyes narrow and she sighs. "And anyone with the resources to bring one in past security and keep it hidden is either an administrator or, more likely, a member of Phoenix House using their family's connections."

She suddenly looks at you sternly. "And before you think anything of the sort, the Ashcrofts do not condone the practice of slavery," she says.

You can believe Harmony believes that at least but decide not to make an argument of it right now.

"If you'd like," she says, "I may be able to make some covert inquiries. Or at least see if any rumors have been floating about. Those who like bringing in such exotic fare usually cannot help but brag to their friends."

"Maybe just stick to listening for rumors," you say, "I don't want you getting too deep into this. I'd feel terrible if you got hurt because of my troubles."

She gives you a lopsided grin and licks another glob of your cum off her lips. "As if your troubles do not already involve me? And I can take care of myself if need be."

You sigh. She does have a point and at this point any hint will be helpful. "Alright. But I mean it," you say, "stay safe. If it looks like ANYTHING dangerous might happen, you back off. Got it?"

That lopsided grin grows larger as she replies, "As you wish, My Lord."

With that, she stands up, grabs her cloak, and tosses it over her. From the "empty" air near the door, you hear her say, "And if you forget the rope, I will not."

Then she is gone and you have a little time to recover before heading back to your own dorm.

When you get back, you come upon a sight you have seen once before and did not like the first time. Liam is looking towards your study desk in concern and when you enter he looks at you and says, "Your fairy's acting weird again."

When he sees how alarmed that makes you, he quickly adds, "I don't think she's hurt or anything this time! Just all of a sudden she ducked behind those books and has been there ever since. She looks up now and again but I dunno what she's looking for."

With concern on your face and in your voice, you approach the dragon fairy's hiding spot. "Hey, Tara? You okay? I'm here now."

Your Advanced Psionics book, suspiciously standing upright, rattles slightly before Tara looks out from behind it. Her eyes are wide, she is shivering slightly, and when she spots you she flies up to your face and grabs onto your cheek, hugging it tightly. "What's wrong?" you ask in a soothing coo, reaching up a hand to stroke your forefinger against her hair, "Liam wasn't bullying you, was he?"

"Hey!" Liam protests, though not in a serious manner as he sees Tara momentarily smiles through her fear at your joke.

After a few moments of getting her nerve back, she points to your bed and when you and your roommate turn to look at said bed you both are surprised to find there is now something on it. You look over at Liam and he says, "Before you ask, no. I didn't put that there, I've been here reading for the last half hour, I didn't leave the door OR window open, and if someone sneaked in somehow or used some kind of teleportation spell, I didn't hear anything. So I couldn't tell ya what the hell."

Approaching the item, you find it's an incredibly old fashioned mini-cassette recorder like the kind you had seen a few times at your grandfather's place and which he explained he had once used to record interviews or take statements when he had been a newspaper reporter. Plugged into the recorder is a more modern, but still wired, pair of earbud headphones and both items lay on top of a piece of paper with your name on it in purple ink followed by the words, [I'm sorry to give you this message in such an indirect manner but it was the only way I could work up the courage to say it at all. Please listen to this alone. It's too embarrassing to let anyone else hear these words!]

Instead of a name, it is signed with a small heart.

You look at Liam, Tara still holding onto your face as he looks back at you with a shrug. "If you think the headphones aren't enough, I can step out for a minute," he says.

"I don't think I'm going to be listening to much of anything tonight," you reply, pointing to where Tara still refuses to let go.

"Gotcha," he says with a grin, "Well, if you need any help, I'll be right here."

He goes back to his desk, picking the book he was reading back up and going back to his studying. This lets you turn your attention fully to Tara, stroking and whispering to her soothingly as you occasionally toss in a yes or no question to see if you can get some information out of her about what happened. Unfortunately, all you can suss out is that someone else HAD been in the room but they were no longer there and when she became very **** to respond at all to the few random names you throw out, you figure out that whoever this person was must have given Tara some kind of silent threat that the fairy was taking VERY seriously.

You growl low in your throat as you think about that. Nobody threatens your cute little familiar and gets away with it. You have half a mind to just toss that tape into the trash without listening to it but if someone went through all that trouble to leave it for you, then it could not be just some really weird love confession, right?

But maybe you should save that for the morning. You are getting really tired after the day of classes and other activities. You change for bed, Tara having finally let go but refusing to go back to her coin bed. Instead, she lays down on the corner of your pillow and gives you puppy dog eyes, begging you to let her stay there for the night. "Alright," you reply, "Just be careful you don't fall off or roll under me, okay?"

She nods and lays down her head, curling up and swiftly falling asleep. You are not too far behind her, and your last thoughts before you begin your trip to the land of dreams is wondering if you might get another dream connection with Tara that might tell you more or some other dream related shenanigans might occur. Those have been happening a lot lately it seems.