Hours of lust and some new jewellery.

As Beth thought things couldn’t get any more debased she felt an imp which had only just enter her cunt withdraw and, using its fellows cum as lube, it slowly pushed its way into her arsehole.

She groaned again, as another entered her cunt and shuddered in pleasure. She now had several male imps fucking her, cunt, arse, mouth, both hands and the cleft of her wings. A small female imp was busy making out with her tit mouth as another male sucked on her left nipple.

She fed the little female imp the cum the last one had deposited and together they chewed the thick rich substance.

As each imp was satisfied and left another would take its place, Beth was lost in the pleasure and attention, loving every minute of it. As they grew rowdier, things continued to progress. Soon she had two imps trying to fuck her face simultaneously and had to take a break from masturbating a couple of others to push the ones in her mouth away so she could start taking turns at them.

Eventually one of those in her mouth came and as he stepped back Beth saw the little female imp was helping prepare some imps which had already fucked her for a second go. She moaned again and realised this was going to last a long time.

As she fell into the dirty pleasure of being gang fucked the imps started to taunt her. They started to call her names, slut, cunt and words in Impish she couldn’t understand. They teased her about her apparent love of fucking inhuman things and it just drove her on more.

She gave herself to them for their use and loved it. After hours of liberal fucking she had received she heard several of them chattering in their language as the pulled and prodded at her wings. She was about to ask them why no one was fucking her wing cleft when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in each of her wings. She pulled her head off the imp fucking her face to scream a wordless cry then she felt a flash of warmth and the telltale tingle of magic and the pain was gone.

“What the fuck was that?” she demanded, keeping the one at her face at bay.

“Jewellery to go with your new outfit,” the apparent leader said coming around to face her, “it will help with channelling magic into the clothes we are making for you.”

“Could have fucking asked,” Beth said in annoyance, “But the pain is gone now. What did you do.”

The imp smiled, “A simple healing spell. Now, some of my fellows are suggesting you should get a few more piercings. Nipple for one, the lips of your breast for another and a second set in your wings. Would you be willing to accommodate?”