The imp’s ears perked up as a disembodied giggle reverberated through the halls. His ears listened attentively for a moment, before lowering his guard.And then, he heard it again. An “oooh!”. An all-too familiar sound. His brow furrowed as he struggled to climb up to his feet from his cushion in the reception hall. The imp hopped down the hall, looking through the various doorways for the succubus. “Slut demon locked herself in the kennels again, I bet…” the imp grumbled.<br/><br/>Suddenly, his yellow eyes bulged as his jaw fell limp. He nearly uttered a syllable before quickly clamping both hands over his mouth. On the one hand, the imp found the scene of the gorgeous succubus ravishing the half-elf incredibly erotic. The imp could quickly feel his heart racing and his loin cloth beginning to stir as his eyes were glued to the succubus’s oh so kissable lips, pressed hotly against the half-elf’s. And the way the succubus’s hands caressed the elf’s figure, her expert hands slowly growing more bold with each minute, beginning to slip off the fragments of fabric… the imp shuddered as he followed the gorgeous demon tail that was wrapped around the half-elf’s thigh, stroking her inner thigh like an attentive lover.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the imp could feel the jealousy gnawing at him. He had propositioned the succubus so many times before, only to have been rudely shot down each time! It should be him being lavished with hot kisses, not that worthless half-elf!<br/><br/>It was a momentary struggle, as the jealousy won a decisive victory over his lust. He wanted the succubus for his own, and he had seen the slut demon seduce the pretty elf apprentice before this one. He much preferred being a voyeur with those two.<br/><br/>The imp softly backpedalled from the pair, before making his way back into the main hall. He quickly broke into a quick hop as he raced up the spiral staircase as quickly as he could. “Master! Master!” The imp cried shrilly in his excited tone. “Ya aren’t going to believe what I saw!” The imp burst through the doorway, huffing and panting from exertion.<br/>Lethtendris placed down the oversized scroll marked with countless red quill scratches, a frustrated and impatient look on his face. “What?”<br/><br/>“AbigailisseducingthenewapprenticealreadyeventhoughItoldhernotto!” The imp gasped for air as he excitedly tried to expel all his thoughts in a single breath. “I said no, Master gets first dibs! Master always gets first dibs on new apprentices!<i>Especially</i>the pretty elfy ones!” The imp lied boldly -- he had become quite practiced at it. The imp raised its voice as if in imitation of the succubus. “She said, beat it wimpy imp! I don’t care what Master thinks! I make all the apprentices into my pets!”<br/><br/>Lethtendris furrowed his brow. He knew his steward was prone to exaggeration, but he was quite unsure just how stretched the story was. “Did you tell Abigail I’ve ordered her to stop seducing my apprentices?” His eyes narrowed; his succubus had been problematic in the past; she always wanted “play time” when he had more important work to do.<br/><br/>“Of course, of course!” The imp fibbed. “She won’t listen, Master! Ya want me to go discipline her for ya?” The imp asked helpfully, though he couldn’t resist rubbing his hands together in a mixture of glee and anticipation.<br/><br/>Lethtendris’s frown only deepened; the warlock was clearly not one that would be disobeyed… least of all but his own<i>slaves</i>. The imp knew the warlock was nearly at the breaking point with his slutty succubus, and helpfully added more kindling to the fire. “She’s trying to corrupt ya new apprentice, too, Master! Make her lazy and undisciplined! Can’t even do her own chores! Maybe time to find a new one?” He added helpfully.<br/><br/>“No. Bring them up here. Both of them. They’re going to see what happens when they disobey their Master.”<br/><br/>The imp smiled happily as it bounced back down the steps, whistling a melody. “Oh Abigail!” It cried out. “Bring ya new toy up here! The Master has a few choice words for ya!” There was a sinister deviousness to the imp’s shrill voice that hinted at just what those words might be...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>