Just Go!

You've already stalled for enough time and with the sun rising higher and higher into the dreary and hazy skies, you realize you want to get your journey going.

"No time, Imp!" You reply as you do your best to get as much of his cum off the grass and dirt ground as you can.

After coating your gown with the remains of the wasted sperm you push yourself up off your knees and straighten your back, looking towards the Abbey one final time. You ball up one of your hands in a fist and grip the Sword of St. Magdalena in the other "Goddess of the Burning Rose, guide me safely onto Victory Road. Light the path to Gerlangen and allow safe passage to my fellow sisters. Please answer my prayers and protect me from any unforeseen consequences. You are the one, the holy, the almighty, the words of wisdom, I pray to thee. Amen."

You hear the Imp behind you give out a growl, clearly he doesn't like the prayer you whispered under your breath as you mentally prepared yourself with your journey.

"Sister follow!" The Imp flies ahead of you, staying low and sneaking by the boulders.

Crouching down, you follow him as best as you can. Dodging, rolling and crawling between boulders until the ground slowly becomes more and more grassy. Then, instead of going between boulders, you are going, as the Imp said, what your vagina isn't, in bushes.

Surprisingly with the darken skies, the Imp guiding your way, your sneaky movements and the cum of your demon friend coating your gown, you attract no unwanted attention. The way from the top of the hill down to the beginning of Victory Road was long and it probably took well over a few hours of hiding and dodging other demons before the Abbey of the Burning Rose was only barely visible in the distance over the trees.

Still, you didn't stay on the road and instead hugged the side of it. Keeping yourself off the open pathways and using all the trees, bushes, vines and weeds to keep yourself in cover. The Imp didn't seem to care as he flew ahead of you and a little higher up, keeping a watchful eye out for other intruders.

After traveling at least half the day, you come across a small lake in the distance, just a little ways off Victory Road. Knowing you have been walking none stop for many hours, you were tired, your feet were sore and truthfully you needed a break. With the Abbey so far behind you already, you felt it would be good to take a pit stop.

"Imp!" you say a little louder, garnering the attention of the Imp "Let's take a rest, over there." you point towards the lake "My feet are sore, could use a rest."

The two of you make your way to the lake and carefully pull up some fallen leaves and brush to give yourself a little extra padding from the ground when you do eventually rest.

You lean forward and set the Sword of St. Magdalena down at your side and just stretch your legs out, bending yourself over and touching your toes before standing up straight and lifting your legs up, stretching out your thighs. "Mmmm..." you groan as the slight pulling sensation sends pulses of pleasure into your body.

"Sister sexy!" The Imp mutters out as he watches you stretch and twist the aches and pains out of your body. He can't help himself as his hand immediately goes to his crotch.

"Mmmm..." you release a pleasure filled moan as you finally sit down on the makeshift bed. You begin to rub your ankles with your thumbs before kneading the balls of your feet in circles.

The Imp lowers himself from the skies and lands gracefully down by your feet. "If sister feet sore! Imp can help!"

You look at the Imp with curiosity and then form a perfect idea "Sure Imp, you can rub them..." you smile, thinking you just caught the Imp off guard, "A massage on my feet would feel great!" you chuckle with happiness as now hopefully the Imp will give you a foot massage.

"Yes! Yes! Imp agrees!!!" he replies almost instantly as his left hand begins jerking himself off with faster acceleration.

"W-What are you doing?!" you ask, thinking maybe he misheard you.

"Sister say Imp rub feet? Yes?"

"Yeah?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Imp rub feet..." his tiny little tongue pokes out and coats his lips with a thin layer of saliva "WITH COCK!"