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On a warm night down a dark and winding alleyway where few eyes ever dared turn from the main street, a shimmering hole tore in the air, a cold chill rushing through the entire city for just a moment as a short fanged figure stepped into the shadows, the tear closing just as fast as it had appeared. A brown furred imp stood upright, stretching and yawning, baring sharp fangs from his rodent like face, his forked tail lashing behind him before he settled in place, mouth set in a mischievous grin. There he stood upon taloned toes, his bright purple eyes flashing in the darkness as he took in his surroundings. Often the imp by the name of Golte had cut through the same place in the veil again and again to take what he desired from the human world. Meat and wine could only satisfy him so much when to grow stronger he needed the energy of living creatures. Back at his forested home he could have kidnapped a fae or sprite and done as he pleased with them, but their energy did not fill his gut as much, did not taste as sweet, especially if the human had a talent for magic. As he rubbed his bare stomach with clawed digits he wondered if tonight he would find that rare treat? He savored the taste of small remnants of power left behind by conflicting emotions that were so common in human cities, and yet, he felt something different in the air. His ears and nose twitched as he shuddered, feeling upon the air a powerful source, and yet so small, so hidden as if belonging to one who had not awakened to it just yet. Licking at his chops he began whispering to the air his spell, an illusion spun like a web in the alley, a string from that spell searching for the source of that power, a young girl walking home upon the city sidewalk, her head turning towards the alleyway as she heard the faintest of whispers, "Help." The trap had been set and sprung.

"Help." The girl heard again, a pathetic whimper sounding off from the alleyway as she paused and stared into the darkness where the light of the street lamps dared not venture forth. For a moment she thought to call someone to join her in helping whoever had uttered such a cry, but something compelled her to begin moving, her green eyes growing half lidded as she found herself moving in a daze, a force pushing at her back and tugging at her legs to continue on. At the same time a sort of fog spilled forth from the alley, the mist covering her and sinking to the ground, people moving past the girl without a second glance, their own eyes growing heavy as they too fell victim to the imp's spell and ignored the alley where a feast was about to begin.

As the girl stepped into view, the imp whistled, fearing no prying ears or eyes, for his magic could fool godlings into drinking piss over wine. He stepped around the dazed girl, a clawed hand feeling over her body as he did so. She was shorter than most humans he had taken with soft freckled cheeks and a precious mane of red hair. She looked so weak, so frail, and yet he could feel the gentle buzz of power coming from her body. Her hips and legs were strong, thighs thick and with a rear to match, she'd be perfect for bearing children. Her breasts lacked just a bit, but they were perfect for his hands. While he examined the girl his other hand gripped at his sheath, working out his knotted cock, purple and curved at the tip, excitement and arousal building.

Normally he would tear into his prize, breaking their clothing and minds alike immediately, but this one was special. He could drain her and let her go so he could take her again another time, train her body and mind to respond to his call, make her a thrall, and so Golte whispered his foul influence to her mind, calling for her to strip with the sweetest of words.

Visions of honey and sugar dripped through the girl's mind as shadowy tendrils flowed from the imp's claws, coiling around her, whispers vibrating through the air. The girl heard the call, felt the influence pressing against her malleable mind. Everything felt good, the air upon her skin causing her to let out a sigh of content as her slender fingers moved to push her shorts and panties down in one go. Afterwards she was about to remove her socks and shoes when suddenly she felt something compel her to stop, the fabric of her long striped socks against her skin feeling far to good to take off, and yet something felt off. She was semi-aware that she was standing in an alleyway, and that she had been looking for someone calling for help. Why was she stripping? Even if it felt good she should have been looking for the person calling for help, or at the very least being more wary. As her thoughts turned further and further away from the illusion, her eyes began to grow, the alleyway becoming clear as she saw the imp standing below her, his massive cock twitching, his slit pupils flashing and staring into hers. For a moment she opened her mouth wide to make a noise, but nothing came, instead the shadows grew thicker, the night grew cold, her body shuddering as again she fell under the magic of the imp, her body kneeling before the imp though she now tried her best to struggle. Futility incarnate.

With a look of pure amusement and glee the imp felt over the cheek of the girl who had tried to break free of his spell, his claws brushing strands of hair away from her face so he could see her in full. The human's struggle shouldn't have been surprising as this girl was a rare treat, one with plenty of magic simply waiting to be tapped into, and he would be the one to take advantage of it, not her. While he didn't want to completely break the girl, he decided to toy with her, leaving just enough of her will intact so she could see what was happening to her, feel every little thing he did to her mind and body, what was the harm in it? She wouldn't remember it after all.

Curious about his captive, his mental grip upon the girl slipped deep into her mind as she shuddered and tried her best to struggle to keep him out, but she was untrained, unaware of her own power, and far too easy prey. Lauri was her name, a simple human's name and from her memories he could see that she had herself a nice boyfriend and a loving family. A happy life devoid of magic. She would perhaps never learn that she had such power hidden within herself, or that an imp was taking advantage of her, no one would see his impression. She was perfect to be made into a thrall, into cattle to be fed upon again and again. Growing bored with her slight whimpers and occasional shudders, he tightened the hold upon her mind, instilling a sense of pleasure upon her as he spoke the words aloud, "Take hold of my cock...Service me with both hand and mouth."

Lauri scoffed at the thought and grit her teeth, but before she could understand what was happening, her fingers were coiling around that thick thing, foreign thing, her entire body filled with a sense of pleasure that trailed down her spine and brought a bit of warm arousal to her pussy. She shuddered, her eyes wide as her fingers moved along that thick member, the little imp moaning and thrusting his hips at her as if he were her lover. Already she could feel tears wetting her eyes, but she could do nothing but service this strange creature she had never seen before, and worst of all was that it felt good to obey.

Lauri shut her eyes and whimpered as she leaned low to kiss the tip of the imp's cock, his hand upon the back of her head providing a strange sense of comfort as he whispered to her ears, "Lick it all."

Those words, her actions, the entire situation brought a heated pleasure to her body that shouldn't have been there, that shouldn't have touched her, and yet there she was, her tongue sliding down the length of the imp, her mind fluttering between pleasured submission and defiant struggling. As her tongue touched his fuzzy balls, she felt her own fingers move without her permission, two digits stretching apart her pussy to push in and prepare for her master, or rather for that filthy demon that was controlling her. She had to resist, she could not succumb. Even as her fingers moved in deeper and deeper providing herself with a mixed pleasure that was almost too good to resist, she fought back against it, but she had never encountered anything like the imp's power, his presence, and worse he was toying with her.

There she knelt, there she fondled the cock of a demon, and there she fell. Her eyes were focused upon the task at hand, and yet her mind was shuddering and splintering, her struggle finally turning into a submission from the barest of holds from the imp's powerful magic. Her breath turned warm as her tongue trailed each orb, even going underneath to reach to his taint while the imp purred and stroked through her red hair, his other hand feeling over her freckled cheek as he inspected her foggy gaze.

Golte knew that he had at least broken her resistance and his spell had fully coiled around her mind and spirit. Already he could feel her energy draining into his body, a succulent feeling of warmth filling his form, making his eyes and the tip of his tail glimmer just a bit. While he reveled in his conquest, his hand moved to the back of the girl's head to pull her up to the tip of his cock, her tongue obeying, her moans sounding off and echoing against the walls of the alley. She didn't even seem to mind the fact that he yanked at her hair, or the fact that she was licking up every little drop of demonic pre he had to offer. In fact she looked positively lost in it, loving every second of it, and that made him shudder. To see his own spell in action, controlling and tugging the human as if she were doing it of her own will brought him a swell of pride in his abilities. At the same time he almost wished she would have provided more of a challenge, more of a struggle before his magic had taken full hold again.

As she began taking his cock into her mouth he wondered, he thought, what if he toyed with her some more? He could release the spell and apply it again, coiling and uncoiling those shadowy tendrils upon her mental state to bend her and mold her to his will again and again, and yet there he would risk breaking her, he would risk damaging his cattle, and her life force tasted too good to be true. With a shuddering sigh he brought more of her mouth on his cock as he pondered, her little gags intermixing with pleasure moans. As he shut his eyes he grinned and decided to test himself, to see if he could toy with the girl's mind just a little bit more without breaking her. What a challenge that would be.

Golte felt over the girl's head, whispering his spell again letting it loosen just enough so that Lauri's eyes widened with fright again as her mouth moved over his cock. She could feel her mouth burning with that throbbing thing inside of it, gags sounding off as it grinds against her throat. No longer could she feel the pleasure of worshiping the imp, no longer could she feel the pure bliss, and yet she could not stop what she was doing. She was still entirely under his control. As both of his hands moved to the top of her head she tried to shake her head, tried to say no, but it was too late the imp was impaling her mouth upon his cock.

She gagged with every thrust and every push as her lips kissed the knot with every tug and pull of the imp's hands. He taunted her as he violated her mouth, cackling aloud as he tried to force more and more of that overly thick thing into her mouth. At the same time the pleasure that she had felt before was slowly starting to creep back into her mind, his influence toying with her in every possible way. Her fingers refused to stop, her mouth refused to pull away, and her mind was again succumbing to his will. Lauri tried her again, concentrating on the presence invading her, trying to push back as much as she could, but she could only ever manage the barest of struggles against the mental assault of the imp.

Again heat and pleasure ran through her body, her fingers doubling in speed inside of her pussy as she whimpered, still trying to struggle, her mind growing so small so weak. She heard the voice within her mind as her lips closed in on the imp's knot, "Wouldn't it be better to just give in again? Remember the pleasure that I can give you...That I am giving you...You only need to submit, give in fully, give your entire self to me and I can make sure that you are happy. I'll even let you forget all of this once I am done with you. Become my thrall."

Lauri's eyes widened, before slowly shutting. The imp had given her rest, her entire body shaking as her lips were suddenly free to pull away. She even realized that the mental hold that the imp had was weak enough to where she could simply get up and run, and yet if she tried she knew he would hurt her, he would take her, and most of all the prospect of forgetting it all sounded so good, so while her fingers worked at her cunt to continue stretching it for his cock, her other hand cupped his balls. There the imp stood with a grin, his eyes flashing in the darkness as the girl began sucking his cock on her own, and more than that she was trying to take his knot into her mouth. Again and again she brought herself down to try to take all of his cock, and as a result she was filled with an intense rush of pleasure, her entire body shuddering as she moaned out. Submitting entirely felt far too good to be true, and the demon before her, her master provided so much.

Again his hand moved to the tip of her head to force her further, her mouth taking the knot of his cock inside so that her nose was firmly secured against his crotch. Her eyes were foggy, her body shook, and the imp let out a howl of triumph as his seed poured forth from his cock, filled her throat to the brim with his hot cum, that sticky substance touching her tongue as well. She felt herself drowning in it, but could find no pain in taking so much, instead she swallowed every drop dutifully, shivering in pure ecstasy as she felt the pleasure of her master mounting.

Finally he pulled his thick knotted cock from her mouth, the purple tip twitching, his entire length still hard. Lauri herself had just finished swallowing everything, her mouth open wide and groaning out weakly as she awaited the next move of her master. His fingers clamped upon her chin, shutting her mouth slowly as he leaned to kiss her cheek for a job well done. Golte could feel the power rushing through him, the simple contact between their minds feeding him her energy, and though he could have drank more deeply, he needed to end their little game before she was entirely bone dry.

"Lie back for me and spread your legs as you would for your lover...I want to plant my seed within you." He said, even knowing that the statement was just as dangerous for himself, as it was for her. As she moved to lie on her back, spreading her legs for him, Golte shivered, his tongue licking at his chops as he stepped towards her. To plant his seed inside of a human with talent would produce powerful offspring, would produce a child that would ruin the girl and could be detected by anyone with a bit of magic, but he wanted to, wanted to breed the girl for his own purposes, and so he pressed the curve tip of his cock against the girl's cunt, savoring the heat that had been prepared for him, savoring the feeling of the girl's insides drawing him in deeper. Golte grinned letting out a victorious sigh as he plunged deep inside of the girl with very little care for how she felt, he could only think to pound his massive cock to her pussy again and again to bury himself inside of her wet folds.

Lauri cried out, her body shuddering and full of pleasure as she was suddenly stuffed with her master's massive cock, his knot kissing at her entrance, begging to be put inside of her. She could feel his hands pushing her hoodie up, gripping at her chubby hips, clawing at them as he thrust himself in deeper and deeper. Already it felt as if her womb were being invaded by that purple curved tip, his cock seemingly growing thicker, swelling to prepare another orgasm, to prepare to breed her. She knew from the beginning that he was going to cum inside of her, that he was going to breed her, but Lauri knew she had no choice but to accept her master's cock, her body shuddering in pleasure. At this point she wasn't sure if his magic was working upon her, or if his cock simply felt good inside of her, but she moaned out, moaned out loud as if no one could hear her. Her legs hooked around the imp's waist, pulling him in deeper, feeling his knot grinding against her pussy as she moaned aloud begging for more and more of his presence inside of her. She could feel herself weaken at the same time, unsure of why that was the case, and yet she felt so tired and fatigued, her eyes weak and her body just the same.

Golte breathed out, sucking deep from her power, shuddering as he forced himself to stop, he needed to work his cock off inside of her as quickly as possible so he could resist the urge to drain all of her power, and so he thrust inside of her, grinding against her so he could push his knot inside of her with a wet pop. There he felt his cock swelling as he pushed again and again to her wet insides, his claws leaving marks he knew he should not have made, but his eyes shutting tight as he hissed and felt his orgasm building. He tore himself from her mind as already she was under his control, forced himself to instead focus on the spell keeping them from being discovered and groaned out as he felt his cock twitch out violently, releasing his second load of the evening, demonic seed flooding the moaning girl's body.

Lauri shuddered as she felt cum flooding her insides, stuffing her womb, her body collapsing as she laid there panting, her body and spirit worn out from her master's assault. With her vision fading she heard her master's voice again echoing in the alleyway and in her mind, "Forget about this...This little event...Your impregnation...Your power...Forget it all."

Golte watched the girl pass out, watched her fall under a deep sleep and snorted. She had been easy prey, a girl that could not have possibly won against him, and yet it would be enough for now. Her power had been something delectable, and entirely too sweet. He would come back when her stores had been recharged, or when his child was ready to come out. Most would think that her boyfriend had impregnated her, or that she was simply a slut, he'd have to check on her often to make sure she was safe. After all, cattle must be taken care of properly before being slaughtered. With a grin he went about the business of dressing her fully, kissing her cheek gently and whispering his love to her ears one last time before fading into the darkness. There he would watch her wake, watch as his corrupted seed took hold inside of her womb and his own power whispering his influence to her, and again he would come, again he would find her, again he would take her until finally she was fully drained, or perhaps he would turn her into a demon. There were so many choices, and so much time to decide while toying around with her.

Lauri woke up in a dark alleyway with a start. Sitting up she looked around startled for a moment and stood, nearly stumbling over. Her head burned for a moment before she remembered passing out in the alleyway. She had been overworking herself with studying and her part-time, but why was she in the alley? Every time she thought about it too hard her head pulsed and throbbed, pain pushing aside any suspicion, so instead she sighed and rubbed at her temples. She felt exhausted and in need of a good coffee when she got home. Yawning and stretching out she began walking, a bit fatigued but still alive and able to make it home, not aware of those bright and shining purple eyes that watched her from the shadows. Her fate had been sealed.