Artifacts of the school, or…

“Hmm,” the little imp thought, “Well there are things in the school I could do with, or you could offer me some, time.”

Beth licked her lips, both of her breast and her face, “Time?” she asked slowly pulling him closer to her face, she was both aroused and convinced that she could improve her negotiating position by pleasing him.

As his cock brushed her lips he sighed, “Yes, for a Jurlung branch, one hundred and forty hours,” the last went up in inflection as Beth sucked his cock into her mouth.

She sucked on him gently for a few moments before pulling back and guiding lifting him down to her breast so they could talk while she used her second mouth on him. “One hundred and forty hours of me pleasing you?” she checked. He moaned an affirmation as he gently humped her tit. “That seems like a lot, what if I could get you ten hours with six different women?”

The little imp laughed, “I don’t find human women attractive, typically. But I could be persuaded to take a little less in the right circumstances.” He reached over and gently pulled on the fresh piercing in her nipple.

“Oh,” Beth sighed, “and how would I do that?”

“Well, it would be one hundred and forty hours, of pleasure, with you deciding what kind. I could give you a discount, if I could decide what kind, more if I could decide when and even more if you would come back to my realm.”

Beth leant down and kissed the little creature, “I am not going back to your realm. But if, and I mean if, I was to agree to the rest, how much of a discount?”

He stopped his thrusting and looked up at her, “Any time I want, any way I want?” Beth nodded, “I’ll halve it.”

As he started again Beth thought, she didn’t want to be this creature’s plaything for seventy hours. She needed a counteroffer. Then she had a thought. “Done, but as soon as we are out of danger I’m getting these changes reversed.”

As predicted the creature stopped his thrusting, “No, you can’t do that, you are gorgeous!” it demanded.

“OK, well I will stay like this until I have repaid my debt, but it will only be,” she thought for a moment, “Twenty-four hours.”

The Imp grumbled, “Twenty-four hours? That’s hardly worth my time, and what’s to stop you from going back on your word?” He pulled out of her breast and Beth felt momentary disappointment with his withdrawal.

“OK, we will do an oath bond. You will swear to it and I will, we will bind it with magic and if either of us breaks our word there will be a penalty,” Beth was quite proud of her negotiation skills.

The little imp took a moment to think. Then he nodded, “Deal if I forfeit, I will double your delivery of Jurlung. If you change back, you will double the total time you are mine, and, “he emphasised raising one little hand, “if you do not please me how I want when I want, then an hour is added to your tally.”