The next few moments were a blur of combat that were as much a graceful dance of death as they were trained combat manuevers.  Her spear swirled in a wide deadly arc clipping one imp before cutting down a second.  She felt the tingle of the imps lust spells washing over her, but they didn't seem as bad as they once were.  Several spear swings and jabs later and Reimu stood victorious.  Panting from a combination of battle lust and her own building sexual arousal, Reimu could feel the tight pull of fabric at her crotch, the feel of scale metal on her nipples, and realized that she liked both.  She was changing in more. Than just body.