Imp, Part 10

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Summary: A beleagered and underpaid clerk by day, Lyla is doing the thankless work of at least three people at her job. By night she is an aspiring witch. Well, kind of. She's only ever read about spells and rituals until now, as she decides to summon and bind an imp to her service to help with her staggering workload. At first the summoning ritual seems to yield nothing...until, that is, her belly swells and she unexpectedly births her newly indentured demonic servant from the portal now rooted within her womb. Contains: demonic pregnancies, birth, eventual multiples, lactation, magical shenanigans. Idea submitted by Chel.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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“Gangs of small children in multicolored costumes have been seen all over the city,” a news broadcaster announced. “Attempts to approach them have resulted in strange happenings. The mayor questions whether there is some secret convention going on. Few other theories seem to explain the unusual…”

Rose turned off the TV. It had been on the news all afternoon. Imps, she thought, lightly shaking her head.

All morning, there had been reports of sightings of gangs of “children.” Rose wondered if the imps were going to take over the whole city.

But she had other things to worry about at that moment. For the umpteenth time, she looked down at her stomach. She couldn’t believe how rapidly she was growing. In only a matter of hours, she had come to look as though she was five months pregnant.

She needed answers before things continued to progress. She needed some sort of control over her predicament. She did not want to end up like Lyla.

And so, Rose took off her intricate, magical dress, replacing it with an oversized sweatshirt and some leggings. She wasn’t usually inclined to dress so casually, but she needed to exercise discretion for the time being.

She shook her long red hair out around her face and applied some crimson lipstick. She shoved her feet into a pair of running shoes and popped a stick of gum into her mouth before she went to her mirror, carefully looking her body over.

Her pregnancy was completely undetectable in what she was wearing. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Rose grabbed her satchel and left the room.

She was grateful she didn’t run into any of her family members on her way out. Rose went to the driveway, finding that a servant must have straightened out her car for her. She shoved her keys into the ignition and turned the vehicle around.

Rose needed advice, and was hoping she could get some at Voilà, a magical hangout not far from her home. She knew the bartender and got along with all the regulars. Going there was the obvious first step towards rectifying her dilemma.

It was only a short drive. Rose parked her car on the uneven gravel in the back lot. She made sure to adjust her sweatshirt after she stepped out of her vehicle, ensuring that her magical pregnancy was completely concealed. With that, she made her way to the side entrance of the dinky building in the relatively isolated area. It looked unkempt and possibly abandoned.

But the interior was tidy and sleek, with a design pallet of deep reds and blacks. Rose gave a nod to the bartender as she made her way to a room with a plaque labeled ‘Management.’. There was a broad, cozy area within, as well as several other doors along the walls, and a dark corridor that led deeper inside the building.

There was a mini bar, some squishy couches, and suggestive, abstract paintings lining the walls. Perched on one of the couches, lighting a joint, was a young man with messy brown hair. He squinted up at Rose as she approached. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he questioned.

“Oliver,” Rose greeted as she sat down beside him – close enough that they were touching.

Oliver just raised an eyebrow and took a slow draw from his joint.

“Have you been watching the news?” she inquired, fanning some of the smoke out of her face. “Heard about those ‘gangs of kids?’”

Oliver idly put his free arm around her shoulders. “You mean the imps? Yeah, I’ve noticed. Hasn’t everyone?”

Rose drew a deep breath. “What do you think of it all?”

“It’s the end of the world as we know it.”

Rose couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not. “C’mon Oliver.”

“Do you know how powerful even one of those things is? The only upside is that they’re not independently ambitious by nature. Imps are followers, not leaders. But they don’t belong in packs like that. Someone around here has seriously fucked up. Have you spoken to your parents?”

“Don’t worry about my parents,” Rose scoffed.

Oliver shrugged. “Whole thing is fucked,” he said, as though that was the end of the matter.

Rose squirmed. She felt extremely overheated and couldn’t help fidgeting with her sweatshirt.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Oliver pulled her closer. Their dynamic had always been flirty.

Rose couldn’t take it anymore. She felt practically suffocated. So she wrenched off the sweater without thinking.

“What the hell!?” Oliver jumped back as though her skin was suddenly made of live wire. “When the fuck did that happen!?”

Rose’s cheeks reddened as she stumbled for an explanation. “It’s just…er…” She thought and frowned. “What does it matter? You have a problem with it?”

Still goggling her, Oliver mechanically shook his head.

“Then mind your business.” Not as smoothly as she had intended, Rose climbed onto his lap, navigating the awkwardness of her newfound pregnancy. She set her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips, causing his face to twitch. “I need you, Oliver.”

He took one more draw from his joint, flicked it onto the floor, then crushed it under his boot. Slowly, he smirked.

Oliver let her ride him. It seemed ironic that she was putting in all the work now that she had gotten all round and whatnot. But she made do. It was not a lie that she was feeling absurdly needy. She felt magnetized, her groin hot and tingling.

It wasn’t Oliver himself. He was nothing spectacular. There was no deep connection there. He was just a body, but she wanted him.

His hands were gripping her waist as he bit his bottom lip and savored her rhythm.

“God…this feels…good…” Rose panted, even though her movements were taking more effort than she was used to. Yet she felt light and high, her body throbbing and burning as though she was glowing from the inside out. There was something to it…this searing bloom of sensation. Somehow she could feel Oliver’s essence joining in as their bodies rocked closer and closer to completion.

Oliver arched his throat. “What is…that?” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips.

Rose ignored him. She just kept working. The feeling was addictive, his magic almost tangible as it eclipsed her being, and she knew it wasn’t normal. Her body drew the wisps, sucking it in, drinking his magic as her face contorted and her irises glowed. “Nghhhh…ohhhh!”

“Rose – fuck!”

They came, but also cast something. She arched and groaned, her belly tightening with impossible force.

The two cried out almost in harmony, yet were helpless to do anything as Rose’s abdomen tightened and tightened, her belly straining and shuddering, until it visibly inched outward. She didn’t know what the hell was happening to them. Her body felt locked on his. “Errgggghhhh…” she groaned as a sharp jolt reverberated through her, and her belly button popped outwards. Then it was over, her shoulders hunching forward as she and Oliver gasped and tried to steady themselves.

“What the fuck!” Oliver snapped. He threw her off his lap.

As Rose looked up, she was surprised to see a gray streak in his hair that had not been there previously.

“What the hell did you do to me!?” Oliver demanded, staring at his hands. There was nothing tangible for him to look at, but both could feel that something had changed; had been wrenched from him.

“S-sorry,” Rose stammered, feeling jittery. She was drenched in sweat and trembling. She clumsily grabbed her panties off the floor and yanked them on.

“What did you do!?” Oliver repeated, the palms of his hands now producing sparks.

“I — have to go,” Rose managed. She had gotten her pants up. Standing up on shaky legs, she stumbled for the door, not looking back. One of her hands reached out to clutch her belly, which now looked as though she was seven months pregnant. What the hell was going on with her?

When she got into her car, gasping for breath, she bowed her head against the steering wheel. She just needed a moment to think.

The more she interacted with magic, the more she seemed to grow. Her insides were tingling. She had become a parasite…or the baby was. “What the fuck,” she whispered to herself.

As Rose turned on the ignition, she heard a tapping noise on the outside of the car. Blinking, she looked out the window, but there was nothing there. She paused, then rolled down the glass, craning her neck to look down toward the ground.

Gazing back up at her was the imp and she had adopted. “Zade?” she said in bewilderment.

Zade shrugged back at her.

Rose opened the car door.

In the blink of an eye, the imp disappeared, then reappeared in the passenger seat, startling her slightly.

“I thought I left you at home. What are you doing here?” said Rose as she closed the door.

Rather than responding (did imps speak English?), Zade reached behind him, rummaged with thin air, then produced a canteen. He handed it to her.

Rose unscrewed the cap and sniffed the contents. Fruity, but quite foreign. She poured a bit of the fluid out the window, noting the blue color.

Zade grumbled in disapproval.

Rose hesitated.

Though she had never wanted to suffer such a condition, she was still dedicated to doing it properly. Who knew what the alternative could be? Lyla’s way certainly hadn’t worked out well for her. Rose would ensure her own condition matured properly.

And so, putting her trust in the small creature beside her, she brought the canteen to her lips, and downed the beverage in several gulps.

When Rose got home, she hurried inside while hunching down, doing her best to conceal her condition, which was no longer hidden by the sweatshirt she was wearing. Thankfully she didn’t bump into anyone on the way to her bedroom.

She had left the TV on. The newscaster was in the middle of another report about a group of child-hooligans in costumes creating a ruckus around town.

As she climbed into her bed, she thought about Oliver’s remarks on the matter. It truly was unprecedented. Imps were a type of familiar. They didn’t run in packs; they were loyal to one master.

But now there were droves of them, and they were operating in packs. She couldn’t conceive of the outcome.

She just knew how very tired she was at that moment. Magically spent. Rose’s eyelids fluttered down as she slowly dozed off.

When she woke up again, it was dark. She felt as if something was on top of her. A pillow? She moved to clear the object away, but her hands contacted…her own skin.

Rose fumbled to turn on her bedside lamp. Once she had, she found herself gaping down at her abdomen, which had somehow gotten larger since she had fallen unconscious. Her sweatshirt was now skin tight.

Rose tried to sit up, and failed. She felt awkward—like a turtle that had fallen on its shell. She just wasn’t used to navigating this level of — weight — on her body. More strategically this time, she struggled up to a sitting position, finding success. Then she just ogled herself, breathing heavily in stunned silence.

There were now several inches of skin peeking out under her sweatshirt. The garment could no longer pull down far enough to cover it.

Hands cupping her belly, Rose made her way over to her full-length mirror. She grimaced at the awkwardness of her stride. When she confronted her reflection, she found that she looked as though she was late-term in her pregnancy. Maybe eight months or so. She turned to her side and could only marvel at her profile; how far her belly now protruded away from her slim body. This was really happening. She felt a lurch deep inside her, her belly gurgling as she twisted her face. She was incubating a damn servant. She didn’t even want to think about the birth.

Only Lyla could contrive such a mess. Rose cursed under her breath.

Her stomach gurgled again, this time quivering slightly. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Rose, you up?” her brother called.

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