Straggler imp

A quick search about, Doomgal caught sight of an imp behind a large boulder, catching its breath. When the imp saw her, it grunted and tried to flee but wasn't fast enough, when it received a boot to the back sending it sprawled out on the dirt. As the imp tried to crawl free, Doomgal pressed her boot onto the imp's skull.

"Unf!" Doomgal grunted as she lifted and flipped the imp around with little effort, so its terrified face could be seen. She looked the demon over and saw that its limp dick was just below average compared to a human man. Reaching down, she grabbed the thing with an iron grip and feel a terrified twitch, the dick engorging and growing larger, though still smaller than a human.

With one hand, she began to pump the dick for all that it was worth, squeezing just enough for the imp to feel good, moving at the right pace to make the demon squirm with agonised pleasure. She had dealt with so many demons back on mars, bigger, badder, and stranger than this; imps were rather pathetic compared to the other demons, they more than made up for it in speed and numbers, all swarming for a hole to fill, a lurid and unending gangbang if a girl or guy wasn't careful; when alone, however, they were no better than any trained marine of her old platoon.

Doomgal saw that the imp was now thrusting in desperation, ready to explode from just her hand. So she squeezed with all her might and heard a whimper issue from the imp's mouth. She held tight for a long while, savouring the agony flashing on the demon's face; the way it bit its lip and scrunched up its face, it made a look of defiance, and if it were anyone else, it would've worked; however, feeling that needy throb against her hand and fingers, and the involuntary humping, she knew better.

After a long minute, Doomgal relaxed her grip and began to furiously jack the imp off, grinning as she say the defiant expression falter immediately as it humped in time with her hand. This time, the imp threw its head back, and again she squeezed so tight to halt the shooting of demon seed all over the place. Panting and drooling, the imp still tried to appear defiant, but the façade was cracking for every second it couldn't cum.

Satisfied with the time elapsed, she resumed the handjob, this time, using a mix of fast and slow, to send the imp groaning with watery eyes. Again she felt the build-up and again she cut off the flow. This time, she could see the imp trying to ply her hand off its dick, its eyes pleading for a release, tongue lolling from the mouth. Enjoying the squirming, she held just a little longer and tighter.

Then she resumed, repeating the process of stopping and starting a few more times, before Doomgal's hand became a jackhammer, the imp mewling for release, putty in her hands. Then, she let the imp shoot its load, a huge fountain of demon cum jetting out of the dick as the imp squealed with delight, before it went limp, completely exhausted and glassy-eyed with pleasure.

Doomgal, not done with the imp, let the webs of sticky thick batter drip all over the demon. Opening its mouth, she stuffed her hand in the mouth and making the imp suck her fingers clean, eating its own stuff with out even realising it. When she was satisfied with her work, she left the cum covered, defeated imp and wandered toward a strange structure in the distance, clean and sleek, just like the ones back on mars, a stark contrast to the burned ground and the burning red skies above.

She was just finished with her warm up, and was more than ready for more demons to dominate.