Aaralon wanted that bag. He'd already taken a few risks tonight, what was one more? Besides, the ability to seduce any woman he wanted was too much to pass up.
The Tar'oth obviously got the message, as she began to cautiously approach the bag, moving slowly and carefully and presumably doing whatever she could to sense enchantments. Fortunately, it seemed that Alysia didn't count on tiny demons raiding her stash of magical marbles, and the Tar'oth was able to grab the bag easily.
Aaralon could still hear the intense sounds of the girls making love above him. Intermingled with soft moans and delicate sucking noises was Alysia's sweet, lust-filled voice.
"Oh, that feels so good, my beauty..."
The Tar'oth gathered up the bag and drew the cord tight at its neck to keep the spheres from falling out.
"...no one licks my breasts as you do, sweet ladylove..."
Still moving slowly and carefully, the demon crept with her load around to the opposite side of the tub, away from Alysia's line of sight.
"...your touch is magical, you make me wet with your touch, with your kiss..."
The exit was in sight. With a sudden lurch, the demon lept into the air with the bag, and tore at full speed toward the window.
"...kiss my lips, lovely one..."
Alysia's voice fell silent as the Tar'oth zoomed away from the dormitory, back to where Aaralon waited for her priceless cargo. He could see himself in through the demon's eyes, waiting at the window.
All at once his perspective snapped back to normal. He was looking out his window now at the approaching whirr of wings. The Tar'oth flew up to the window - and stopped, hovering in midair.
"Well?" said Aaralon, impatiently. "Let's have the goods!"
The demon smiled evilly. "Some ground rules, first," she hissed.
"What?" Aaralon shouted angrily.
"Not so loud, boy," the demon admonished. "Do you want the whole world to know you're talking to a Tar'oth up here? Let me lay the matter out for you. You want the spheres, there's a price. I'm six inches tall. I want to be human-sized - say, about five-foot-ten. You can make that happen for me. The deal is, you have to perform the spell that will make me grow, and I'll give you the bag. Refuse, and I'll drop it. Did you happen to notice that this window looks out on the pond? You'll never get them back, they dissolve instantly."
Aaralon shook his head. "You must be insane," he said. "I have no guarantee that you'll keep your word. I could grow you to human size and then you'll destroy the spheres anyway. Besides, what makes you think I won't banish you for this right now?"
"Banish me, and there won't be anyone holding up this bag," the demon pointed out. "As for keeping my word - I swear upon the Ninth Circle that if you perform the spell that enlarges me to human size, I will immediately give you the spheres."
No demon could lie after making such an oath - Aaralon knew this to be true. Still, he hesitated. Demons were very tricky creatures.
"I can't hold this bag forever," the demon said. "Decide quickly, or I'll be forced to drop it."
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