The now tall Imp smiled as she though of a perfect plan to take down Mistress Janna. She and Janna went way back, further back then most humans can imagine. Janna was originally the one. Janna was the one who originally shrunk her down. You see around a 100 year ago Tar'oth user her power to seduce some of Janna greatest soldiers. She made them all her slaves and led them to take down the city. The fight was brutal and lives were cost but Tar'oth failed. Janna magic was greater and her people stood by there.
Tar'oth was punishing. A huge amount of her power was taking away and so were all her castle. She was shrunk and sentence to a hell pit. She had been gaining power over the time was she was sitting down there in the hell pit hoping for some fool to say the words that would free her.
She was currently mounted on top of the boy who freed her. She was topless and tan. Her pussy wrap around his newly grown cock like a vice, sucking out all her energy. She looked down at him with a smirk. Her wondrous smell filled Aaralon nostrils. "Now we much think of a plan my love, I need to seek an army of people to take them down. We must meet my old friends. There other women and men in prison that have my... Unique way of thinking and you will help me free them, but at last it may be dangerous, not sure I should risk myself. Better to send my new pet hmm isn't that right pet" she said running her hands trough his hair and riding him harder. She then thought for a minute
"Then again you could mess this up. Should I risk my plan that is a 100-year in a making on you or take the risk and go with you?"
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