<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History of Witchery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Monday, September 7th | Conjuration Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Conjuration Laboratory<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dori, Cassie, Tessa| OPEN |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Failed her Summoning. Possessed by this Imp (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/de/e1/90/dee19099473d5b0679db55f615735a6d.jpg) (Name Unknown), who is trying to tempt Cassie. Also summoned  This Imp (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/0b/04/c50b0482314cdb7ddd6aab4f956ac6f0.jpg) (Name Unknown), who is trying to 'tempt' Dori.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The two imps seemed to be enthralled by the medley of meals around them. The one occupying Helena's body – The more cunning of the pair – was enjoying the little lamb in Cassie, who was trying her best to be assertive, despite seemingly not having an assertive bone in her body. Was her idea of 'deal' really to get everything for nothing? Diplomacy was like good sex; it required a bit of give and take, push and pull...<br/><br/>Thankfully, there was a second contender who was more understanding of the game. Cassie might have been the sweet lamb, but Tessa came off like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The way she played up for the camera, flaunting the embarrassment of her fellows and helping guide them on the path of debauchery...The Possessing Imp suddenly had a very real urge to try and get into Tessa's head instead. If only the Contract had been a little looser...If only Helena had been sloppy, as well as having her work tampered with. Sadly, a clause in the contract meant that they could only directly interfere and alter her mind and body without further deals and contracts. Likely part of an initial desire to form a mental link between what was meant to be a salamander.<strong>“Formality isn't so bad; like a nice collar, or a sweet set of bindings. Of course it can be bad if misused, but with the right person holding the leash? It can feel oh-so-sweet..</strong>.” Her eyes glanced between Tessa and Cassie, eying both of them up; they were like the contrast of Cotton Candy and Cayenne Pepper. How she longed to taste both. “<strong>...to let go.</strong>”<br/><br/>Sadly, Cassie was soon left alone with the possessed Helena, who harrumphed at Tessa's decision to dart over to the well-endowed dryad. “<strong>Spoil sport.</strong>” She said, huffing at the sight of the Red-head's retreating ass, before focusing on Cassie instead. “<strong>Still...I suppose it's only fair to try before you buy.</strong>”<br/><br/>Helena, or at least the creature wearing Helena's form, sashayed forward, one of her arms draping around Cassie's shoulder and gazing deep into the woman's eyes. “<strong>You must have love for this sister, little Lamb. She means something to you? Perhaps you like how she looks? She is sweet, and tender, and so full of life...</strong>” Helena's other arm moved low, wrapping around Cassie's waist very casually, and pulling the two women's hips together. The pair sandwiched close together, breasts pushing against each other as hips touched softly. It would be no struggle for Cassie to pull away, if she so wanted. “<strong>Have you fantasised about her, perhaps? Wondered if this little Gothic Gem might grrrrrrind against you? Dreamed about how her lips taste? Hungered to know how she moans when you touch her? Now's the time to find out. Now's the time to take a chance...</strong>” Helena leaned in, nose touching Cassie's, tempting and close as her lips lingered millimetres away from the 'Little Lambs', so as to try and lure her into the carnal distraction Tessa was setting up.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meanwhile, Dori had required very little pushing from the Imp, and even took the initiative in a most daring way. Busty Red was seemingly smitten by the sudden streak of forcefulness, and momentarily fluttered and melted into the kiss, only to regain some level of composure as her claws started to explore the Freshwater Freshman, Claws at her back moved to try and find a weakness, something to hook onto. Despite having literal rending talons, the Imp's claws never broke through clothing. Heat rose with the deepening kiss, as the lusty beast tried to literally heat up the hottie in front of her. Wetness dripped freely down the Imp's fat thighs, barely covered by some dark cloth.<br/><br/>Finally though, when she heard Dori's moans as her bubbly butt was given the ample attention it deserved, the greedy Imp grinned with glee befitting a devil. Within moments, the Imp's hands slid underneath the layers of cloth that made up the Lovecraftian Lover's lower garments. Scalding hot hands now touched the bare ass of Dori's rump, gripping and kneading flesh with sharper claws that pinched and tantalised. The wicked imp pulled back a little from the kiss, reluctantly pulling her tongue back as her talons racked up Dori's bubbly bum, scratching it with evil intent. “<strong>Mmmmm~ Moan ffuh meh pwet</strong>.”  Mumbled half-words through a tongue still trying to tie itself with Dori's sort-of made sense. The perverse little imp was too frazzled to try and steal a deal from Dori just yet, instead pushing her wet thighs close to Dori's as she tried to push the girl over onto her bum and straddle the girl's lap instead.