He rushes out of the church and back to the farm. When he arrives he sees the house in on fire. He rushes around the back to find the imp sitting on a cart laughing. Instead of underwear her outfit changed to a black skirt, a tight belly shirt, gloves, boots, and white leggings.
"Mr. Hero! You've returned," the imp shouts excitedly.
"Going to tribute more to me?"
Furious Blake pulling his sword lunging forward. He swung at the imp who dodged easily. The imp laughs as Blake tried to hit her. He keeps up a fury of slahes but she can simply dodge them all. He tries to back her into a corner but the imp can easilyskirt around his attempts.
She was just too fast for Blake, he could hardly keep up with her and was getting tired quickly.
He thrusts his sword forward but she steps around towards him planting a kiss. As his head went fuzzy again he dropped his sword. Her magic was so potent this time it caused his whole body to become numb as he falls to his knees.
She wraps her hands around his head tilting it upwards as she waterfalls saliva into his mouth. She licks her lips admiring her work. He tries to resist, but his body doesn't move, he can only sit there letting the imp take control. He looks into her red eyes as they suddenly have a glimmer of silver from the angelic powers she got from him.
"How pathetic. are you going to tribute me again, Mr. Hero? Not that i mind i acually love messing with little losers." She taunts. She grabs him by the hair shoving his face into her crouch. She moans loudly.
"Go ahead loser." She says between heavy breathes. "Tribute like the loser you are." Drugged up from her magic he reaches down and starts stroking. She closes her eye loving the feeling of rubbing the heroes face against her privates as he offers up more power to her.
The humiliation is too much for him and he cums all over her boots. Leveling her up to level 18. The drain was now much stronger bringing Blake down to level 3. The imp steps forward into a squat as she intensified the grinding.
He tries to push away but the strength difference was incredible. He was left stuck on his knees rubbing her crouch with his face. He couldn't even breath as his nose was pressed against her.
The imp moaned and shivered in pleasure. She never imagined she would be able to use a hero as a toy but it was so much better than she could have imagined.
As she moans and rubs her crouch against his face she was so distracted she doesn't notice the farmer sneak up behind her.
He swung and hit her were her shoulder meets the neck but barely caused her to flinch. She uses one hand to keep Blake pinned against her as she used the other to punch a hole through the farmer's chest. As the sword fell the papercut it made on her neck healed almost instantly.
She let go of Blake who fell backwards to the ground. Then she notices the amulet around his neck."O what's this?" The imp said as she yanked the amulet off him. "Such a lovely gift, Mr. Hero," she laughed as she held it up and examined it before putting it around her neck.
When she put it on the amulet changed to a perfect fit for her. The orb usally a perfect white now now bits of black in it like oil floating in a pool of white liquid.
She leans forward and grabs Blake's hair lifting him up. She puts her hands around his head and pulls him into a kiss. This time instead of drugging him Blake feels his power being suck up his throat into her mouth like she was drinking his energy from a straw. She takes and takes and takes until he's about to vanish, "come back when you're stronger and I'll gladly let you tribute more to me." The imp giggles as he fades away.
Blake was still there without a body. As he was forced to to watch as the imp changed growing to 5'5" while keeping her petite figure. Her clothes morph as her top and skirt merge to create a flowing black dress. Then she looked at him. Blake thought it was a coincidence that she looked his way but her grin widened as she stared straight at him. She walks towards him with a grin. Her face becomes shadowed as she blockes the light of the burning house and Blake sees her eyes shine silver with angelic energy, the energy gifted to heroes.
She reaches out and grabs the little spirit orb. "Well, well what do we have here. Looks like the little loser didn't want to leave. I wonder what I should do about that. Should I punish you?" She gives a squeeze and Blake feels like she'll break him. Maybe I'll be nice." She licks the orb sending a shutter through Blake. "I can keep you like a little trophy, start a collection of little loser heroes. There are really so many options."
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