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Mitch's breath hitched when the finger breached his rim, his inner walls instinctively clenching around the digit. Though, this seemed to help in Emery's favor, his hole holding on to the sac and allowing the finger to slip free. A shiver followed as the chill of the glue pressed against the sensitive skin of his rear, quickly starting to dry and adhere to his entrance. It was an odd feeling, but he was sure the sensation would be forgotten about by time he got to the enclosure.

The boy had no answer for Emery's sarcastic remark, so he didn't give one, just quietly accepting his defeat as he fixed his clothing. Five hours seemed like more than enough time to get what was needed. He was pretty sure an Imp wouldn't be hard to please.

He obediently followed behind the other man, still a bit conflicted but not enough to try and run or hinder the process. It would be a quick in-and-out process then he could go back to his room. It wasn't worth it to put up too much of a fuss and lose out on his payout. "That's fine, privacy would be better anyway..."
 
Emery hums, silent now until they reach the imp enclosure. The window of this one looks into what can basically be described as a grey stone cave, with lush ferns around the sides. Furs are piled in the center of the relatively small room, and off to one side, what appears to be a half finished meat dish.

"Imps have enough intellect that they can be taught to speak. However, I didn't have time for that, so mine are quite feral." Emery pauses, looking down at Mitch. "Well, they understand some English commands. Nevertheless, they can be quite lazy. So, you'll have to do some convincing."

Mitch opens the door with his key card, then ushers Mitch in. With a brief good luck, Emery closes the door behind him and can be seen walking past the window again, leaving. The enclosure appears to be empty at first, but as moments pass, something moves beneath the furs at the center of the room.
 
Mitch offered no resistance, but he didn't look enthused about having to entice the little fiends. It was easier to have this happen to him, where he could just divorce himself from the action and let the imps and Emery take what they wanted. If he had to actively participate, he had to focus on it, acknowledge what he was doing. "That's... fine..." It wasn't.

The boy stepped into the cave, nodded silently to accept the good luck offered, then watched the man leave, waiting until he was gone to investigate the enclosure. The room was much too small for the imps to be hidden somewhere innocuous, the soft shuffling of the furs and pelts in the middle of the floor a dead giveaway of where they could be.

Mitch tentatively approached, crouching by the furs. "Hey, uh, just letting you know I'm here, don't bite me or anything." He spoke, almost like one would do a bear, making his presence known so the monster wouldn't be spooked into attacking. Then, he gently lifted some of the furs to reveal what was underneath
 
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What at first seem like only one purple skinned creature, sooner becomes apparent to be two, and the pair of imps beneath the furs uncurl from around each other. Both have soft purple skin, small bat-like wings that don't look like they would be of much use, and thin tails ending in pointed triangles. Each Imp also has a pair of tall, straight horns poking up from shaggy black hair. Both are naked, having relatively human anatomy aside from being well endowed. The only noticeable difference is that one has completely white eyes, and the other has completely black eyes.

The imps blink up at Mitch, eyes adjusting to the light of the cave enclosure after having been hidden beneath the furs. The black eyed imp grins and reaches out his hands like a needy child. The white eyed one is clearly a little more reserved, choosing instead to reach out with his tail and wrap it around Mitch's lower leg.
 
Mitch blinked as the imps uncurled from each other like sleepy kittens woken up from a nap. He had spent plenty of time reading about the more aggressive subspecies, just in case he had to deal with something more feisty, but it seemed he got a pleasant surprise with more docile ones. The white-eyed one was even a bit demure, his plea for attention much less demanding than their companion. Mitch would never admit it aloud... but it was kinda cute.

"Alright, let's get started, yeah?" he stated, the tension dwindling from his tone as he started to shed his clothes. The fact he was giving himself away and not being taken kept his stress low, though hints of embarrassment still showed through as he bared himself to the imps.

He discarded his clothing to the side, getting on all fours to attend to the fiends. The white-eyed one had reached for his leg, so he shifted his lower end towards them, a quiet offering to touch or look where they pleased. Simultaneously, he used a hand to reach for the black-eyed one's groin, slowly as both a warning and to seek permission before grasping their cock. He needed to get them hard enough to work with, but he was still a bit awkward, unsure just how utilitarian he should be. As much as he wanted to get them off as quickly as he could, they were more sentient than a plant, they might get pissy if he just used them...
 
The imp twins watch as Mitch strips down. They're not strangers to sex, and have an understanding that when a person comes into their enclosure, it's to breed. So when Mitch kneels down and approaches them, they respond willingly, if not eagerly.

The white eyed imp sits up first, shifting onto his knees as Mitch turns his rear towards him. The tail coils higher, around Mitch's thigh, as small hands reach out to touch the young man's back. His hands are slightly cold, but not uncomfortably so, and soft, skin like silk. His wings flutter, as though anticipating something.

The black eyed imp grabs onto Mitch's wrist as the man's fingers fold around his cock. There's a small whimper sound, but the imp makes no move to stop Mitch, remaining laid out on his back before the man. This one wraps his tail around Mitch's arm, above where his small hands grasp.
 
The black-eyed one allowed for his touch, so he continued, gently stroking up and down his length. He imagined Emery wouldn't want anything going to waste, so this was more to keep the one at his front content and occupied. At least until he could get one sample of each collected.

The soft yet chilled touch along his back sent a slight shiver up his spine, glancing over his shoulder to the imp while his hand continued to play with his twin's shaft. There was a pause, like they were waiting for something. "You're fine, you can go ahead- er... well..." Mitch hesitated. After a second, he shifted his weight to his elbows, allowing him to use both hands and inadvertently arching his back. The boy wet two fingers with saliva, reaching behind himself to lubricate the silicone covering his rim. It wasn't much, but it was a little something to aid the both of them and perhaps acted as a non-verbal cue to what he wanted. "Ok, now you're good." He wiggled his hips a bit before instantly cringing internally. God, he felt like a whore...

He turned his attention back to the first fiend. With his lower position, he could offer a bit more than his hands, dragging his tongue up the side of the imp's cock. That... probably wasn't necessary, his hands were enough to keep one twin occupied while the other gave him a sample... but no one was watching. Maybe it was ok if he indulged himself just a little bit.
 
The black eyed imp mewls, back arching upward. His legs spread wide, cock twitching and coming to hardness in Mitch's hand. His tail slides up and down the boy's arm, still coiled around, but loosely.

Behind Mitch, the white eyed imp moves closer when he drops to his elbows. The curve of Mitch's back beneath the impossible hands is enticing, but he doesn't do much yet. He isn't hard yet, despite his interest. His hands slide across Mitch's back, over his hips, then up again. Almost as if just playing with the feel of the boy's skin.

It's as Emery had said. It would take some convincing to get the imps to breed with him. Unlike more animalistic species, imps have a modicum of humanoid logic, rather than just existing on instinct.
 
The imp at his rear was definitely wanting, his soothing touches a sign of that, but would need a bit more attention. He supposed a human would need more than eye candy to be ready to go, humanoid imps were no different.

The boy shifted his tactics and his body, rolling his lower half onto its side so that he was laying in a more lounged position and so he could reach behind himself easier. He used a leg to coax the shyer of the two a little closer, within reach so he could use his free hand to gently grasp their cock, stroking the two imps in tandem.

Mitch tried to forget his situation, instead attempting to let himself fall into routine and impulse, like they were human partners and not a subject he had to extract a sample out of. Just for better results and to ease his mind a bit. He wasn't going to get much of anywhere if he expected them to act like a dog doing a trick...
 
The white eyed imp had been happy with Mitch's position, so this new one has him hissing and grumbling. Instead of complying with what Mitch is doing, the imp flaps his wings agitatedly, fingers grasping at the boy's hips. Now, Mitch would discover the sharp claws on each of the imp's fingers, as those claws dig into his skin. The imp is trying to pull Mitch back up on his knees, but being that he's smaller than the boy, he's also not as strong.

The black eyed imp picks up on his twin's agitation. He growls softly, clawed fingers digging into Mitch's forearm where he grips it. His knees rise from the furs, thighs pressing in against Mitch's arms. He bares his teeth, gaze going back and forth between Mitch and his twin.
 
Mitch yelped at the sharp pinch of claws. "Ow! Damn, fine!" Even if the imp weren't strong enough to pull him back into position, Mitch was quick to comply with their demands regardless. "Picky bastard... Better?" he huffed. Little red lines of irritated skin were left behind where the claws scraped against it. He normally didn't mind a bit of roughness, but there was a difference between sensual scratches and sticking his arm in a box full of angry kittens.

Changing position was clearly off-limits and the black-eyed twin had claimed his hand for his own. Instead, Mitch had to press backward, grinding his rear against the imp's groin to try and give them some type of stimulation. He kept his eyes on the white-eyed imp, looking for approval. Unlike a human partner, they couldn't just tell him what they wanted...
 
The white eyed imp purrs as Mitch moves back into position, happy to have him back in place. It's almost as if he's the shy, yet strict twin of the two, whereas the black eyed imp is just happy to be touched. A creature of routine versus a carefree creature. With Mitch pushing back and rubbing against him, the white eyed imp finally has the desired reaction; a hardening cock and contented moans.

The black eyed imp settles down as his twin relaxes, letting his thighs spread wide again. Feeling forgotten, however, he croons and moves his hands into Mitch's hair, tugging. The earlier lick to his cock had been enjoyed, and the imp is trying to pull Mitch's face towards his groin again.
 
Feeling the imp stiffen against his rear gave him an odd sense of accomplishment. Finally, he thought, even if it was perhaps a bit unfair towards the imps. They were probably used to people more aware of their wants and how they operated. The imps weren't little robots who would get hard the moment he walked into the room.

With his efforts to appease one twin, he had accidentally left the other without attention, a fact the black-eyed imp was eager to bring to his attention. Mitch hissed at the tug to his light brunette hair, pulling him back down between the imp's legs. The young man did his best to multitask, gently butting back against one while offering his mouth to the other, his hot, wet tongue washing over their shaft. He gave little licks and suckles, at times taking the tip into his mouth as a treat before going back to just his tongue once more. He wanted the imp to enjoy himself, but not too much. The sample wouldn't do much good if he swallowed it.

Mitch could feel some of his own arousal start to pool between his legs, but he ignored it for now, keeping his focus on the imps instead.
 
Both imps are enjoying themselves now, one rolls his hips against Mitch's ass, the other pushing his groin up against the boy's face. The white eyed imp leans over Mitch, hands skimming along his skin. A moment later, the imp properly mounts Mitch, sinking his cock into the boy's body. The silicone sack stretches like an internal condom, and its thinness means Mitch can feel the heat of the cock inside him.

The black eyed imp seeks to get more needy as his twin starts thrusting against Mitch. His hands tug again at the boy's hair, a small whine pulling from his throat. His tail coils around Mitch's bicep and shoulder, the triangular end resting with the pointed tip against the boy's neck.
 
Mitch slowly allowed himself to get lost in the sensations. The cool hands tracing over his skin, the taste of the imp as he dragged his tongue up and down their hefty length, it was all so good. A low groan rumbled from his throat when the white-eyed imp began to press at his rim, the ring of muscle opening up to accept the thick, warm cock slipping deep into his confines. His hips moved on their own, pressing back against the imps rutting to try and feel them a little deeper. The grinding against his inner walls caused his own shaft to jump and throb. It was so unfair how blissful these beings felt. It made it so hard to hate his job.

The black-eyes imp's needy whimpers called his focus. He knew what he wanted, the boy's lips suckling at the head of the fiend's cock. He really shouldn't... but maybe it was ok if he just stopped before the imp reached climax... and the imp's desperation was hard to ignore... A part of him knew he was making excuses at this point, but that didn't stop him from swallowing a little more of the tempting rod in front of him. Mitch bobbed his head, taking another inch with each descent, the hard shaft sliding over his tongue. This was so wrong, willingly giving in like this... but Mitch lacked enough self-control to let it hinder him.
 
Behind Mitch, the white eyed imp croons, happily meeting the boy's push-back with with deep thrusts. Short, tight to stay deep, the imp bucks against Mitch's ass. His hands continue exploring up and down Mitch's back, as though encouraging Mitch to grind back on his thick cock.

The black eyed imp moans, a high keening sound, as Mitch takes in more of his cock. The hands in Mitch's hair press a little on the back of his head, urging him on. The imp even flips one leg over the back of Mitch's neck, trapping him from pulling away. His hips push up, trying to bury his cock deeper in Mitch's throat.
 
Mitch was too lust-drunk to protest anymore, internally or externally. He shivered from more than just the imp's touch, his arousal and pleasure undeniable. Pleasant drones and moans hummed from his throat, vibrating around the shaft in his mouth, filling the small cave enclosure with a chorus of pleasure noises as the imps mewled with him.

His black-eyed partner craved more from him, a little more than he could give easily. The boy tensed up with a gag when the fiend pushed deeper into his mouth, his throat clenching uncomfortably around the intrusion. Mitch attempted to pull back, but the leg lock kept him in place. He was stronger than both of them, and perhaps if he were not drunk with lust, he would have just wrenched himself free and dealt with angry claws, but he didn't.

Instead, his hands gently clutched the purple thighs of the imp in front of him, a quiet reminder not to go too deep.
 
The black eyed imp croons, pushing his hips up again despite Mitch's protesting grip. Again, that leg keeps Mitch from escaping. The imp arches his back, tail moving to coil loosely around the boy's neck. His throat bulges as the imp thrusts his hips up a third time, whimpering in pleasure.

The white eyed imp picks up on Mitch's discomfort before he can struggle. There's a series of noises that can best be described as babbling, but are the closest thing the imps have to language. The black eyed imp seems to understand, though, and releases Mitch's head from his leg and hands with a whine.

More babbling from the white eyed imp, and the black eyed twin grins. He pulls his legs together and shimmies himself beneath Mitch, until Mitch is kneeling over his hips. His hands grasp Mitch's hips next to his twin's hands.

The white eyed imp moves his right hand from Mitch's hip to his twins saliva wet cock. Both imps pull Mitch's hips down, the white eyed imp adjusting his position to stay buried deeply. As they're pulling Mitch down, the black eyed imp's cock is pressing up into Mitch alongside his twin's, stretching Mitch, and the silicone collection sac.
 
Another thrust upward earned another cough and gag from the young man. He wasn't completely inexperienced, but it was a struggle for him to take such a thick shaft so deep into his mouth. Mitch was about to make his suggestion a demand and forcibly hold the imp's hips down, but the small fiend behind him offered him some assistance.

The black-eyed imp let him go and Mitch brought his head up to gasp and cough, clearing his throat. The imps were still blabbering a gibberish he had no hopes of deciphering, but the creature below seemed to instantly lighten up at whatever he was told. Mitch raised a brow as he started to shift and squirm into a new position, giving a shocked "oh!" when he realized what the two were up to.

For a moment, the boy wasn't convinced he'd be able to take both... but if he could take the plant's vines and its seeds... Mitch felt compelled to try. He whimpered as he started to sink onto the second imp, his rim stretching around the other cock to slowly accept him along with the first. He groaned in discomfort, then in pleasure when the extra length ground against his prostate as the black-eyed imp joined his twin. He felt so full, his breath shallow and quick with pleasure. "Fuck," Mitch huffed, his tone saturated with lust and need.
 
If Mitch's lower abdomen hadn't been bulging out before, it certainly is now. Two thick cocks buried deep in his body, ass stretched tight around their girth. The white eyed imp wraps his arms around Mitch's torso, chest pressed to back. Claws curl and indent the skin of his chest and stomach.

The black eyed imp is crooning, claws digging into Mitch's hips. He's less patient in waiting for Mitch to adjust, and bucks his hips upward into the boy. He plants his feet for balance and control, then sets a steady, but not slow, rhythm of thrusting upwards.

The white eyed imp croons, mouth trailing Mitch's shoulder. When his twin starts moving, he moans at the friction of cock against cock inside the tight sheath of Mitch's body. He matches his twin's pace, pulling back when the black eyed imp pushes in. This way, there is constantly one cock buried deep, and constant movement within the body.
 
Mitch had never been stretched so taut in his life, his ass tight and clenching around the duel cocks shoved deep into his body. The boy panted, letting out a soft whimper when claws pressed against his soft flesh. It was far from the angry scratches they had given him earlier, the pinch of sharp keratin more erotic than painful.

He expected a small pause to let him adjust to the girth, a pause one imp was willing to give, but the other didn't. A sudden thrust pulled a gasp and a groan from Mitch, the large stretch just as discomforting as it was pleasurable, his own nails starting to dig into the enclosure flooring beneath him. It was so much, too much, pleasure and ache mixing together in an addictive concoction.

It only took a few forceful thrusts to push Mitch over the edge, his shaft surging to coat the black-eyed imp below in a glaze of seed. The brunette trembled in bliss, whimpering moans leaking from his lips, his inner walls squeezing the two lengths within him. It was so good, the thoughts of what he was doing completely pushed out of his head.
 
The imps don't seem to care that Mitch has reached his climax, beyond both moaning and the black eyed twin gripping the boy's hips tighter. The white eyed imp also tightens his arms around Mitch; its as though both seem to think Mitch will try to pull away now that he's finished. But they aren't done with him yet.

The imps keep a matching pace, even as they pick up speed. Mewls of pleasure echo around the cavern enclosure, accompanied by the muffled slap of two pairs of hips hitting Mitch's ass. Somehow, the black eyed imp sits up, sliding arms around Mitch so the boy is surrounded completely by the two purple skinned creatures.

Shorter, harder thrusts lead into deeper pressure. The imps are panting, each one licking and biting at opposite sides of Mitch's neck with sharp teeth. Then both imps pull Mitch down, deep onto their cocks. Heat rushes out, their combined seed filling Mitch's insides within the thin membrane of the collection sack.
 
Mitch didn't expect them to stop, but he did expect them to slow, at the very least let him catch his breath before they continued. However, their hips never dwindled in their pace, leaving the human whimpering as they drilled into his well-stuffed hole. His recent orgasm lit his nerves alight with sensitivity, and Mitch squirmed fruitlessly to try and lessen the sensations.

The black eyed twin wrapped around him and the brunette boy instinctively did the same, his hands curling around to their back, his nails digging in. He couldn't help the lewd cry of pleasure that followed when the dual cocks shoved deep into him, surging and filling the sac inside him.

Mitch huffed, slumping a bit in the imps' embrace. "Am I allowed up now?" he teased, though he didn't know how much the small fiends would understand, tentatively pulling upward in a more tangible inquiry. The boy was exhausted and just wanted to lie down on the soft furs he had pulled the imps out of, preferably without their shafts keeping him plugged.
 
A chorus of mewls had accompanied the twin imps' orgasms. Now still, the imps' hands are running cross Mitch's skin, as though petting him. His words are heard, but not understood, at least not entirely. Simple, blunt phrases work better in communication with them. But when Mitch starts to pull himself upward, understanding reaches them. The black eyed imp releases Mitch from his arms, and the white eyed twin supports Mitch's hips as he moves.

Both imps seem eager to help Mitch relax into the furs. They curls up around him, fingertips tracing marks they'd left across his skin in various places. The white eyed imp even leans down to lick at the bite mark he'd left on Mitch's shoulder. They're content to cuddle up to the brunet, as if intending to keep him as their own. The white eyed twin eventually pulls the furs over the three of them, like a blanket, blocking out what dim lighting there is.


Mitch had been entangled in passion with the imps for nearly two hours. Another three hours later, Emery comes to collect him. With a quiet hiss, the door slides open and the tall man strides across the stone floor. He's careful when he pulls back the furs, not wanting to anger the imps. They had fallen asleep around Mitch and, now woken up, hiss at Emery. But seeing who he is, and knowing the routine, they shrink back against the furs, away from Mitch. "Come, on your feet. I need to move you to the lab so I can retrieve the sample."
 
Mitch shakily settled down atop the furs, his legs weak but aided by one of the imps. He was a little surprised at how tender they were, offering a small bit of aftercare with gentle licks and snuggles. The boy was too tired to protest it, silently craving the affection after the impersonal touches of Emery and the plant. He didn't mention it, as though not putting it into words would make it less obvious, but he held the little fiends close to him, his eyes drifting shut. He could rest his eyes for a little bit...


'A little bit' quickly morphed into three hours, the exhausted man not moving from his comfortable spot on the furs. The darkness and warmth were comforting, but an adjustment to their comfortable nest to allow the dim light to leak in. Mitch groaned as his companions hissed, grogginess slowing his reactions. He wanted to pull the furs back up and complain, but the moment weary eyes rested on Emery's face, recognition drained away his fatigue. Red, hot embarrassment flushed his cheeks, the imps pulling away from him to allow him to stand.

The rest had strengthened his limbs, the boy remaining silent as he stood as though not acknowledging the cuddling suddenly meant it didn't happen... How much did Emery see anyway? He looked up briefly for cameras but decided against searching too thoroughly, not sure if he wanted the answer. He collected his discarded clothes, sparing the imps a quick glance before sheepishly following the other man out of the enclosure.
 
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