Thank You, Sir!
Blitz was just down for whatever, happy to feel that tight imp ass clench around his dick.
Maldrasen the Slaver, Chapter 2
She screams as the imp bites down hard on one of her overly large nipples. she tries to pry its head from her chest, but the imp hangs on stubbornly, jerking its head to the side even as she digs the gloves' blades into the imp's face.
The Fighter - Chapter 5-
"you called them imps. that's an accurate description." he tells her before taking a sip of the whiskey. "and what did they want with me? something about their master wanting me." she replies. "imps rarely are without masters.
Chapter 5
Well that, and the imp that was currently sitting in the middle of the clearing. the imp in question was a dark color, almost brown, although nate could see it was actually orange.
Amaterasu Drained
In the fight with the two green imps, she took several blows to her face and body, but it was not enough to stop her. with her divine mirror and power slashes through use of the celestial brush there was only the yellow imp left to defeat.
Chapter 9
He knelt down with a blush, and gave the imp a short hug.
Blood & Carrots - Episode 25
The imp gave me a smile and nodded. "thank you for your understanding." val rested a hand on her head, rubbing at her straight black hair. i saw the imp relax her stance and sigh happily.
Chapter 13
Chiboom sighed as she watched the imp commander go off to speak with his troops, being fairly certain it was, in fact, an insult directed at her. "the orc part of me is telling me to go beat the crap out of that imp."
Playing with Fire
All of the energy that had formed in the runes rushed into the center abruptly and slammed into the imp like a bolt of lightning.
Chapter 8
Zathoom had noticed nate's peril and flown up to stand above the alchemy imp before simply stopping flying entirely, landing on top of him and holding him down. he glared at the other imps and spoke sternly. "he. is. off. limits.
Extreme Hoarding!: The Dragon
Isselmet's cavern - day isselmet is holding an imp, and stroking its head as if it were a pet. isselmet (coughs while petting the imp.
The Pink Moon
While he coughed, regaining what little composure he thought he had left, the imp remained exactly where he was, not a single snarky comment or quip passing his lips.