What does the Imp say?

“I’m sure you can think of something,” he said.

Beth knew what he was referring too an smiled, “You haven’t had enough?”

He shook his head, “Of your beauty, never.,” he paused before pulling a coin from apparently nowhere. “Tell you what, anytime you need some work done, or a group of Imps to, shall we say care for you, take this coin out and you can summon us, well me, and if you want the others to let me know.”

He handed the coin over as Beth smiled, “So to thank you, you would like me to summon you to fuck once in a while?”

“Oh no, what I would like is to spend a night and a day, just you and me until you are begging for me to stay. But I will be content with an occasional rollick.” He jumped and fluttered up to land nimbly on her shoulder. “And trust me when I tell you that I could make you beg for me to stay,” he whispered into her ear, “Tell you what, when you have harvested some magic, and feel that powerful swell, you summon me, and I will use the magic you hold to give you such pleasure that you will want to come home with me or have me stay with you for good.”

His voice held a note of truth to it, and Beth suspected he did not lie. “Now,” he suddenly said much louder, “easiest way for you to get some magic will be to harvest some of that corrupted cum, the magic will be syphoned into your new clothes. Though if you get down to where the Nexus is, be careful, there is a creature there, feeding on the magic, and it is something of a monster.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Beth told him.

“Oh, one last thing,” The Imp said hopping down, “if you need any other help, I’m sure we can come to an arrangement, like if you want a little help or an artifact from the demon realm, I would be happy to provide, for a price.”

“Wait, artifacts from the demon realm?” The Imp nodded, “Are you trying to play me?”

He shook his head, “Negotiate.”

Beth looked down at him, “What if I wanted a branch of a Jurlung tree? Would I have to fuck all of you again?” She asked, feeling more aroused at the question than she thought she would.

“Jurlung trees are rare, even down there, but I might know a guy. And no, not all of us.”

Jurlung trees were powerful pieces of demonic magic, forever bound to the demon plane. Even the most inept mage could banish a demon if they had a branch from a Jurlung tree. With it, Beth could wave the stick and send any demon away without any problem. “What would it cost me?”