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“Stare as long as you like, oh master. I’m not going anywhere, after all. You did go to great lengths to summon me, now, didn’t you?” The imp smirks, arms crossed over his pierced chest. His spaded, deep-red tail flicks about behind him. “It would be rude to disappear before, mm, hearing out your request.”
The imp’s stature is small, but his body is muscled and lean. Despite his diminutive frame, his presence seems big. The gold piercings through his ears and horn look almost brass in the still dissipating, fiery light of his appearance and his eyes are nearly aglow. Yet somehow all you can focus on is the large, jutting spire that points directly towards you from between his legs, twitching with his infernal heartbeat.
Disproportionately fat, the heavy girth looks like it’s as thick as one of his thighs. Deep and dark red flesh pulses slowly, a near-black glans glistening just within his leathery foreskin. The imp’s hanging balls look like they would outclass the average person’s by no small margin, either, and given his sinful nature you can’t help but imagine that the volume he surely erupts must be dizzying. A red firehose waiting to go off.
“Of course, you will need to pay for my services,” he says almost offhandedly, extending one arm and glancing down at the black claws that tip his fingers. As though examining them for flaws, he shuffles his bat-like wings while an ugly purple light coalesces near his claws, marking the protective edge of your summoning circle. The imp grimaces at the boundary of his freedom, then replaces it with that coy smile again. “Nothing comes free – not in this world or the next.” The imp buffs his claws on his hip, then glances sidelong at you. He flashes you a proper smirk. “But I have this niggling little hunch, dear master, that we can come to a mutually agreeable price.”
He smiles at you with all the oozing, oily charm of a used car salesman. He lowers his hand to his jutting, uncomfortably thick cock and then gently spreads his index and middle finger around the base of it, as though framing it. It bobs slowly up and down in front of you. “Don’t you think?”
Slowly a copious, steaming dollop of translucent white precum oozes out from his urethra and begins to pool in his foreskin, only to start to dribble and drip down towards the ground.
“After all, I’m no mere imp, oh master. I am Xinthix, imp lord and you… are oh so lucky that today? Today, I have a very low asking price for my services.”
Xinthix smiles, then casually takes a step forward.
The protective circle around him shrieks an alarming colour of purple and then falls permanently silent as he waltzes unhurriedly through its inadequate protections. He closes the gap between you and then gazes appraisingly up and down you, as though assessing a piece of meat. He flashes you a big, approving smile.
“Just one itty, bitty little thing, hmm?” he says, lifting one claw to lightly press against your chest.
“Kneel.”
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MemberThe character art is wonderful. i wish there was more art about him
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