Imp [End]

Far away from the monster tower, deep in depths of the hells is your new home. your master brought you back as his prize.

He has you on your hands and knees on a velvet covered bed as he ploughs into you and fully claims your body. The imp squats with his feet on your rear end so he can drive his manhood into your tingling pussy. With every thrust you can feel his gigantic balls swing and smack against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure with each contact.

"Oh master!" You cry out as his pace quickens "Fuck my pussy. Breed your ****"

You soon feel master tense up and bury his cock deep within you. Unleashing his infernal seed into your hungry womb. Your eyes roll back as you lose yourself to a mind shattering orgasm.

....

That night master had you branded as his **** and had you recite an oath of service and submission to him. As the ceremony progressed. You could feel the billions of imp sperm seeking out your eggs and had to suppress a moan of pleasure whenever one of them achieved their goal.

....

Corvus never did find out what happened to Clara. He searched high and low on each floor of his tower, but never saw so much as a hint as to what happened to her.

He would have looked into it further, but he soon had an increase in the number of imps showing up in his tower, causing havoc and mayhem as the little pests were known for doing.

If only scrying spells worked across planes. He would have seen Clara pleasing her master. Her belly full of his spawn and their sons filling up their home.