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The Exorcist Imp-eded

For Aggron

By Draconicon

Aleph enjoyed his job, for the most part. Most people said that they did, but Aleph honestly found a great deal of fulfillment in the process of dealing with demons. There was something inherently right about what he did, never wrong. After all, what else could you call the process of banishing demons but right?

The tan-scaled dragon worked out of an office on the edge of the waterfront, something that he had saved up for over the course of multiple years of freelancing. Something about being near the water just felt part and parcel with the job of investigating and exorcising demons; something about looking out the window at the water, hearing the soft rush of the waves in the distance, having those sunset evenings with fine young men that walked through the door and dropped their problems in his lap...

Such was not the case tonight, unfortunately. Aleph looked up from his desk as three men in suits stepped in, a trio of Dobermans that had bright red faces and suits that looked like they had been changed into rather recently. The smell that came off them was a mix of sulfur and cologne, both applied heavily in a vain attempt to cancel out a third smell just under it all.

"A demon had his fun, I assume?" the dragon asked, leaning back in his chair.

The Doberman in front of the other two - the youngest and least-embarrassed of the three - nodded. Aleph nodded back, shaking his head sympathetically. He stood up, pulling his coat together and pulling the button at the top together. As he pulled open a drawer in his desk, withdrawing a large tome that he kept stored for jobs like this, he cocked his head at them.

"What kind of demon, if I might ask?"

"An imp," the Doberman said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Popped right into the new offices downtown."

"That is unfortunate, and you have my sympathies. But at least it wasn't something more serious, like a greater demon, or one of the Demon Lords."

"Hmmph. It was bad enough," one of the other dogs said, only to be shushed by the one in front.

"If it doesn't embarrass you gentleman, could I trouble you for a description of his powers?"

"It does embarrass us."

The front Doberman rolled his eyes, but Aleph nodded in understanding. Imps were, after all, known for inconveniencing those that gained their attention. The young men probably hadn't had the same sort of experience that the other two gentlemen had gone through. He wouldn't push his luck.

"Would this be a standard exorcism, or would you like some wards installed afterward?" he asked.

"I think we can handle it," the Doberman said.

"Are you sure?"

"...Mostly."

"Ah. I understand." Budget considerations, more than likely. The company wanted to just have the imp banished, and then deal with any later fallout themselves. After all, wards were expensive, and that tended to involve a long-standing contract once they were installed. Otherwise, you were hiring one company to scrub the wards away and another to install them again every year. "And the address?"

They were paying him barely more than the asking price for an exorcism. In richer times, Aleph would have been quietly insulted, but considering the quick nature of the job, he supposed that one couldn't complain too much. He was getting paid, after all, and that was a lot better than nothing. Particularly for just an imp.

He stepped into the new offices. As soon as he opened the door, he realized that it was little more than a call center, and he shook his head. The imp would have been drawn here with ease, considering the sheer number of crisscrossing lines of energy, the way that the whole place was built to dial outwards, and how the different dials would be sending signals of all sorts to the other planes. It was only a matter of time until they called something up, and an imp was the least of their worriese, there.

More to the point, the imp itself was fluttering along, gesturing to the different phones in the various cubicles. It laughed to itself as it yammered at them.

"Fucker here, connecting you to mother-fucker. Hee hee. Diddlestickes, sending you to diddle-rump. HA!"

Clearly, it was a foul-mouthed demon that had little interest in the classier things in life. Aleph gave it a quick glance, taking in its appearance. Three feet tall, with tiny wings that were nowhere near enough to keep it floating through the air. That meant that it likely had a fair amount of magic to its name, allowing it to both float and cast spells upon others. It had two horns on top of its head, and its leathery, red skin shone with a faint oil, or sweat. Either one, perhaps both.

Taking a breath, he smelled the sulfurous musk that filled the air. The longer that the little creature stayed here, the more that it would start poisoning the place with its corruption, and the more linked this office would stay with the lower planes. It was time to start fixing that.

Aleph tucked the exorcism tome under his right arm, pulling his cane out from under his left. He tapped the nearest cubicle wall with it, the knock-knock sound just enough to get the imp's attention.

"I do hate to be rude, but I must inform you that you are trespassing," Aleph said as the imp turned around. "Would you be so kind as to leave politely, or must we resort to other methods?"

"Oh? What are you?"

"My name is not important. I'm here at the request of the owners of this building, and I will ask you again, politely, to leave."

"Yeah? And what happens if I want to hang out here? This is a nice place."

"Then I will be forced to take greater measures."

The dragon pulled the tome free, tapping the cover with one finger. The imp's eyes darted to it, then looked back up.

"Huh...you're a demon hunter, huh?"

"A priest, actually, and several other things. Would you like to reconsider your answer?"

"Heh, not really."

"Then I'm afraid that I -"

"Ey, I think I know you."

"...It is impolite to interrupt someone."

"Nah, nah, I know you." The imp chuckled, the various phones that he had been floating through the air suddenly shooting back to their desks. "See, I just needed a moment to think about it."

"Has my reputation preceded me, then?"

Aleph smiled as genteelly as he could. As skilled as he was, he always preferred to find a more amicable resolution to these little conflicts. Considering the demons were often pushed by some urge that they could not control, he had his sympathies for them. Not great amounts of sympathy, to be fair, but some.

The imp nodded, floating around him. This close, it was impossible not to miss that the demon was completely naked, the little red imp flitting about just close enough to show off his dangling member. It was oversized for his three-foot frame, but it was still smaller than some of the shafts that the dragon had seen in this line of business.

"Yeah, I know you. You're the Foot-Fucker."

Aleph blinked, but the imp was faster. Even as the dragon sputtered in utter shock, the imp flitted upwards. No longer looking the imp in the eye, he found himself face to feet with the little demon. He stumbled back, hitting the door -

"MMMPH!"

Only to be pinned between them and the imp's large, surprisingly smooth feet. They were firm and smooth, and the undersides damp enough that the sweat immediately soaked into his scales, leaving the musky scent of demon sole behind. There was something else, too, something hot against his face, something warmer than mere flesh could -

He swept his hand out, almost knocking the imp back. He wished he could say that he had batted it from the air, but no. The little creature flitted back before he could make contact, sending him spinning sideways. He groaned as he stumbled several feet to the side, turning around just in time for the imp to flit before him again, once more showing off his feet.

The dragon's eyes dropped, staring at the shimmering soles for a second or two...then a third, and a fourth. His eyes were almost locked on them -

"Yeah, that's it, Foot-Fucker. I knew it when I saw you."

"What are you..." Aleph gripped his cane that much tighter, and the feeling of the cool orb at the top pulled him back. He ripped his eyes away from the imp's dancing toes, looking the little creature in the face once more. "What are you attempting to do, hellish thing? Your tricks will not work on me."

"Oh, I think they already are, Foot-Fucker."

He noticed that same heat flowing out from his face again, and realized that the warmth had been spreading each time that the imp had repeated that name. He groaned, shaking his head and holding a hand to his forehead. Whatever was going on, he needed to banish the imp before it got worse. As soon as it was exorcised, the whole situation would resolve itself. He'd been too generous, giving it the chance to leave peacefully. It was time to take this -

Thump.

His book hit the floor, kicked free of his hands while he wasn't paying attention. Even as he dived for it, the imp stood on it, as mischievous and 'innocent' looking as one could like, even as the little demon's damp soles started soaking through the cover.

"Oh, my, what's the matter, Foot-Fucker? Losing control?"

"Give me that!"

He yanked at the book, but too hard, as the demon leaped away just in time. The extra force sent him falling backwards, almost hitting himself in the face with the book. He fell over, hit the floor, and the imp followed him down. Those oversized soles rested on his face, grinding slowly along his cheeks, the soft musk that clung to the foot flesh permeating his face scales and rubbing into them.

The more that he breathed in that smell, the more that he realized that something else was starting to react. Even as the imp's heat spread down his cheeks, running along his neck like some poison in his blood, his dick was coming to life. He stared down at the feet rubbing his cheeks, his nose, his snout, almost covering his eyes with the toes, and he realized that this must have been what the imp had done to the others.

Lust imp. Able to draw on libido and place lust-curses on others...

No wonder the Dobermans had been humiliated. They had likely been forced to go through quite a few little things for the imp's amusement. And now he -

"How's it feel, Foot-Fucker? You want to hump my feet, hmm? You want to feel these big, soft soles pressing against your dick? You going to get good and hard for them, like a good little Foot-Fucker should?"

The corruption of the curse was hitting him hard, and his cock was definitely getting harder in his pants than he wanted to admit. It was throbbing good and firm by now, and it was pushing the front of his trousers forward just enough that it was showing through the opening of his coat.

"Nnngh..."

"Go on. Let's take a little taste, hmm?"

"No..."

"Come on, Foot-Fucker. Open up."

One of the imp's toes pressed against his mouth, and he gasped without even thinking about. A split-second later, the toe was inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and trapping it in place. The taste of that soft flesh, the hint of sweat on it, sent a lightning bolt of pleasure right down to his cock, making it leap forward against his pants. A firm outline of his shaft shone through, and he moaned before he could stop himself.

"Hehehe, that's it, Foot-Fucker. Enjoy that, Foot-Fucker? Yeah, you're going to be a good little Foot-Fucker, foot-loving and foot-humping."

Aleph was all too aware of the magic running through his body now, the heat of a Hell curse already affecting him further than he would have normally allowed. His hips hunched before he could stop them, and his mouth started watering for those feet right over his face. He groaned every time that he took a breath and inhaled their unique, distinct musk again. His cock started to ooze, dripping through the fabric around the zipper.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Oh, don't worry, Foot-Fucker."

"Mmmph!"

"Yeah, you love your new name, don'tcha? Oh, you're going to love this, then."

The little imp all but did the splits, keeping one sole on the dragon's face while bringing the other -

"MMMPH!"

Aleph groaned as the imp's toes tugged at the throbbing erection in his pants. Even though there was no direct contact, he could feel the pleasure of those digits working over the tip of his shaft, teasing it harder, making his dick feel all the more...needy. He groaned, his head rolling back. The corruption curse was running through him at full speed, now, almost like the demon's split had allowed it to complete a circuit, sending more down through his face, and then drawing it out through his dick to send it down and through him again. His head eyes rolled back in their sockets as the pleasurable heat started to pulse through his cock, answering the dancing digits that stroked him through his ever-dampening pants.

He panted for breath, each little puff of it drawing more of that musk-taste, sweat-taste, foot-taste into his mouth, feeding his nose the smell that came with it. He shivered, knowing that he was being corrupted and unable to do so much as whimper against it. His hips twitched again and again, toes tapping his tongue and his tip in equal measure. It was like the imp's power was drawing the pleasure right out of him, keeping him right on the brink and milking him of pre-cum as much as it was milking him of his willpower.

I'm going to...I'm going to...

The imp looked down at him, smiling with as teasing a grin as the dragon had ever seen. The little creature pushed down, almost but not quite stomping the dragon's cock through his trousers.

"Cum, Foot-Fucker."

And that was all that Aleph needed to hear. He arched his back, thrusting up, feeling the contours of the imp's foot against his cock as he slammed against it. The sweat soaked his pants, and his pre-cum turned to cum, bubbling up through the tiny little holes in the fabric. He moaned out loud, the sound barely stifled by the toes in his mouth. He panted, shivering, groaning even as the imp hopped up and away, landing on the edge of a cubicle a few feet back.

The dragon remained where he was, groaning as his orgasm tapered off a few seconds later. His shaft twitched, oozing, dripping into his trousers, bubbling slightly through it still. He looked away from it, glancing up at the imp.

The little devil pointed one foot at him, wiggling his toes. The dragon groaned, his cock immediately throbbing back to life.

"Oooh, Foot-Fucker likes it, huh? Don't worry, little priest."

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone. Not that a priest has a thing for demon feet, hehehe."

"You are...going...to be..."

"Exorcised? No, no, I think you wanna hump."

That word went right to his dick, almost making him thrust himself right back to his feet. Certainly, his hips left the ground before thumping right back down. He groaned, slowly rolling to his side -

"Hey!"

The imp had darted down and grabbed him by the ankles. He kicked backwards, only to feel one, then the other of his shoes being ripped away. He turned, glaring after the imp...

Only to see his own bare feet, his own bare soles. They were soft, creamy, and just a little damp from the warm day, and...and...

Hump...

The thought of his own, larger soles pressed against his shaft, the thought of humping between them and grinding on them and leaving them marked with even more of his seed than the inside of his pants had been...

It was the power of the imp's curse, he knew that much, but it was...surprisingly different to what he had experienced before. The other imps that he had dealt with had either been completely ineffective, or they had been overwhelmingly powerful, the next thing to proper demons with their spells able to obliterate minds. This one...this one was doing something different. Annoying, but not necessarily horrifying.

With all the willpower that he could summon - as well as the help of his book, just barely in arm's reach - he managed to take his attention off his own bare feet, getting back to a standing position. The imp floated just out of reach, swinging his legs back and forth, giggling to himself.

"Something the matter, big guy?"

"What...what are you doing?" Aleph managed to ask. "You aren't doing...what imps normally do."

"Oh, I'm just having fun. Don't you want to have fun, Foot-Fucker?"

"Mmmph..."

"Because you're gonna. Gonna flood those robes again and again, make your pants soak so much that you're going to dripping when you leave here. I'm gonna make you have so much fun that you can't think of anything else but fun when you leave."

The imp's eyes were all but glowing red, and the smell of sulfur and feet was growing stronger and stronger. The imp's power was not through yet, and Aleph...Aleph's cock was hard as could be, throbbing and spitting pre-cum in his pants.

This was going to be a much harder exorcism than usual.

The End

Summary: A dragon goes to exorcise a demon. It doesn't go well.

Tags: M/M, Imp, Foot Fetish, Dragon, Curse, Musk, Sweat, Teasing, Forced Orgasm, Command, Corruption, Semi Mind Control, Cum, Cum in Pants,