Ignore the sound of the flute

Something about the haunting sound of the song is sending shivers up your spine. The better part of you says to stay clear of the flute song. You take a deep sigh of disappointment and continue on your way, trying to distance yourself from the sound of the flute.

You continue on for a couple more hours before you arrive at a small clearing. You slow down, noticing a small rundown stone structure in the middle of the clearing. There is not much there, as it's been long abandoned and the old stone has fallen apart and overgrown with moss. It looks like it was a small shrine perhaps, being too little for any kind of building. You walk up to it, looking around. Your eye catches an old bird bath. Walking up to it, you notice that it's full of fresh, clean water from a recent storm.

"Oh, thank you," you thank the heavens as you walk up to the bird bath and bring several deep handfuls of water to your mouth in order to drink. You instantly feel refreshed after only a few deep sips.

Your thirst has finally been quenched; however, your slight pause in travel has made you aware as to how sore and hungry you've become. What's more, the sun looks like it's setting in full, as the view of the sky from the clearing has become dark. You decide that this place is as good as any to rest for the night. Your hunger can wait another day.

You sit down under a stone overhang to assure that you won't be rained on during the night. Your eyes feel instantly heavy and begin to close shut. Just as you're about to fade to sleep, you hear a voice above you.

"Mighty dangerous to just be going to sleep around here."

Your eyes go wide open and you look up. You're met with a small flying creature. It resembles a small, skinny human, but with horns, a pointy tail, and flapping bat wings. Its skin is a dark red, and its only clothing is a small rag wrapped around its bottom half. It reminds you of a creature you've heard about in tales: an imp.

"Am I dreaming?" you ask yourself.

"Nope, not yet, hehe," the imp replies in a mischievous tone. He continue to hover over you, his wings flapping.

You quickly get up and hold your spear out in caution.

"Wow, there." The imp flies back out of reach. "I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to help. Look." The imp reaches for a satchel on his side and pulls out half a loaf of bread. "I know you're hungry, you can have this." He throws the loaf to you, which you haphazardly catch.

"How do I know this isn't some trick?" you reply. You've heard stories of how mischievous imps are, and you have no reason to trust him now.

"You don't, but I can hear your stomach growling from the next forest over. Besides, this would be too easy of a trick to play. There'd be no fun in trying to poison an already suffering person."

You look at him with suspicious, then at the bread.

"Like I said. I'm here to help, and this is just a sign of my friendship," he says.

"You probably want something in return then," you say.

"For the bread, all I ask is simply for your trust and the knowledge that I can honor a bargain. You see, us imps are stuck in a difficult situation. We exist mainly based on deals, exchange. I have some other things I'd like to help you with, but for those, I expect some help back. And trust me, right now you'll need all the help you can get trying to survive this forest."

You look at the imp with further suspicion, but your growling stomach reminds you of your hunger. You reluctantly take a bite of the bread. It tastes delicious, and without much self control, you finish the bread in a few more bites.

"There, wasn't that tasty? Now hear me out. I know about your situation. You've been run out by the orcs from your village. You're on the run to safety," the imp says.

"How do you know that?" You take a step back, feeling shivers of uneasiness climb up your spine.

"You can think of me as a guardian angel of sorts. And as a guardian angel, I'm here to help you stay safe. Now here is my little deal to you. How would you like it if I take that spear of yours and make it magically enhanced so that no matter how clumsily you use it, it will always find its mark?"

"You can actually do that?" you ask, still feeling wary of the imp.

"Why yes, it's quite easy. However..."

"You want something in return," you finish the sentence for him.

"Exactly. Like I said, we imps are cursed to forever live a life of equivalent exchange."

"And what is it that you need?" Your heart starts to beat faster. You're unsure what kind of demands the imps will request of you.

"Nothing that's too demanding," the imp says with a smirk. He suddenly tugs at his lion cloth, which makes it drop off him toward the ground.

Your face turns red as you see his exposed member. Its size is almost that of a normal man's. But because of his small stature, it looks huge compared to his body, reaching almost to his knees.

"All I ask is that you pleasure me sexually. I'm not even asking that we rut, just your mouth will be enough for me."

Your eyes are fixated on his cock. It's slowly growing under your gaze, twitching to life. "I... I can't..." you say quietly.

"Please," the imp asks. "I've been needing release for some time now, and doing it myself never leaves me satisfied. I need you to help me, just as you need me to help you make it through this forest safely."

You weigh the options in your head. Would you stoop so low as to put your mouth on the filthy cock of this creature? Still, having an upper hand with a magical spear could be invaluable in your journey. Nobody would even know that you pleasured a demon and your virginity would remain untouched. Aside from the accompanied shame, what harm could this do, you wonder?