You are compelled to obey him

You raise your torso so that your lips are now on top of the imp's smooth cock head. He is still semi-hard, making it easy for your lips and tongue to wrap around his soiled member. You dutifully lick him up, making sure he's clean of sticky fluids. As you clean him with your mouth, he begins to harden again.

"Good, good," the imp says manically. "You're a perfect little bitch. Now to complete the ceremony." The imp pushes your head off and begins to stroke himself. You look up at his contorting face; he's already ready to shoot off another load on to you. He gives a few additional pumps and groans loudly. His prick twitches again, letting forth a jet of steamy spunk across your pale skin. A string hits your face, another lands on your breasts, and a few more fall across your entire boy. You wonder where he's managed to store so much cum considering how much he came inside you. He continues to fire off jets across your body. He even lasts long enough to flip you over so that he could soil the glyph he drew on your lower back.

Your skin is now covered in the imp's seed. It burns into your skin making you moan in ecstasy. You do not care that the imp has fouled your skin in such a way. After all, your body was no longer yours; it is now his.

"What... what happened to me?" you ask the imp.

"I have claimed your body as my property, and in doing so, I have done that which I came to you for: in order to spawn my child within you."

"Child?" you say as you touch your stomach with your hand.

"Yes. Imps are only born as males, so we must find other species to carry our children. However, we cannot create life without a ritual, and a ritual cannot be performed without a willing host."

"But... but I didn't want this."

"Oh, yes, you did. Otherwise the ritual would not have worked. You spread your legs for me willingly, and in the heat of the moment surrendered your body to me fully. I may have used a bit of magic to heighten my virility and your pleasure, but I did little else to affect your thoughts. Face it, you are a slutty tramp. A slutty tramp that is now pregnant with my child."

"I..." you're at a loss of words. "So you lied to me in order to get me to agree to have sex?"

"No, I did no such thing. In fact, I will meet my end of the bargain. Your spear and clothes will be magically enhanced in order to make you a competent adventurer. After all, I wouldn't want our child to come to harm out here." The imp walks over to your spear and discarded clothes. He draws a glyph in the air, tracing strange shapes with his finger. A wave of mist forms around the drawn glyphs and floats toward your spear and clothes, making them faintly glow with magic.

"And now I must take my leave," the imp flaps his wings and begins to float away. "I trust you'll make a good mother. Oh, and don't worry about any increased sexual craving. That's just a minor side effect of the ritual. Take care now."

"Hey, wait!" you yell out as the imp disappears into the forest. He ignores you, fading away and leaving you alone. "Great... What did I get myself into?" you say to yourself. You rub your belly, feeling the heat of the life brought on by the ritual seep through. A certain sense of motherhood and duty goes over you, making you feel glad for a split second. You shake your head to regain your train of thought. You try to get up, but your limbs feel weak. You crawl over to your clothes on your hands and knees, and slowly put them on your soiled body. You do not care that your body is covered in spunk; you just want to lose the feeling of being naked in the open.

The sun has now set fully, and darkness has surrounded you. You feel that it is now best to simply retire for the night and continue your travels in the morning. You plant yourself underneath the stone structure and resume your initial plan of spending the night here. It does not take long for you to fall asleep. The strange sense of completeness from being impregnated is your last resounding thought.