“I know Sweet Cheeks. That's why I stopped ya. Now c'mere an‘ lemme kiss those melons g'mornin then we can roll out. An‘ who cares what I think about turnin’ all those girls around to join the good guys? I'ma freakin' demon. O'course I'm a cynic." He reassured her making her smile somewhat bashfully at him before stepping over to where he sat on the stand and cupping her large tits for him to play with

The imp wasted no time in sucking one of her offered nipples into his mouth as his hands gently kneaded the soft mounds. Despite his sharp yellow teeth Malika never felt any discomfort when he sucked her tits like this to the point where she suspected he might be able to retract them if he wanted to. After a few minutes he switched his attention to her other boob and finally ran his Long black tongue up between her cleavage. This last move made her yelp in surprise though she found the sensation far from unpleasant.

Once he was done he gave the large boobs a playful jiggle that made

Malika Laugh and then released her.

“If yer talkin’ to that Lot boss then ya might wanna find some clothes.

Wouldn't want 'em to Lose concentration starin' at that whoppin' great rack ‘o yours." Pugward spoke as he turned to Eluria and pointed down to the floor. The purple haired woman rolled her eyes before she found herself involuntarily bending over at the hips with her arms snapping to her sides. She felt the impact on her back as the imp hopped onto her back just below her shoulder blades and he started stroking his fingers through her hair until he had it gathered into two long untied braids which she knew he would use like the reins of a horse.

Malika nodded at Pugward and turned to Look through Eluria's things for something appropriate. Everything the former sorceress had was designed to show off as much flesh as possible whilst covering only the essentials. Malika frowned at the collection before something suddenly occurred to her and she turned to look at the imp.

"I'm sorry Pugward, would you like me to dress like the other sorceresses for you?" She asked as if realising she'd just shown some bad manners.

“What? You mean without hardly anything on? Well not really, no."

Malika's eyes actually blinked in surprise.

“Hey I'm not sayin' I don't appreciate the thought boss but if you really wanna go out there and help people it's prolly best you don't look like a stripper. ‘Sides I ever wanna see the goods, I can always ask right?" He grinned at her from his perch on Eluria's back.

Malika was actually taken aback by that. She had never heard of any demon that would agree to such a thing let alone suggest it. Suddenly she realised that Pugward hadn't actually made her do anything she didn't want to since they had met. After all he'd done for her it seemed she hadn't given him nearly enough back. She would have to make that up to him.

“Th-Thankyou Pugward!" She said before giving a slight sniffle as tears came to her eyes. She rushed forwards and hugged the imp against her tightly, showering his face with kisses in spite of his slightly stale smell and bad breath. His slightly greasy body would have been repulsive to most but to Malika he was indeed a treasure Like no other.

“Er...there there." He didn't quite know what had brought on the burst of affection or the tears but was happy enough to enjoy those big tits once again being squeezed against him.

“Alright enough already, we gotta go impress hot girls. Put me down an’ close yer eyes.”

Malika nodded and putt him back on Eluria's back where he re-took his

‘reins' in her hair. The sorceress closed her eyes obediently and waited. As she did she felt herself being caressed all over by soft sheets of fabric that seemed to wrap about her until finally settling into place.

“Alright now open up an’ take a look."

She did so and looked at herself in Eluria's full length mirror. She found herself stood wearing clothing she had never seen before. A shiny obsidian tiara decorated her head and kept her smooth hair in place Her hands and arms were covered with Long deep red gloves that reached up past her elbows and a matching red corset wrapped about her waist showing a generous amount of cleavage but nothing too over the top.

Beneath the corset a long flowing black silk dress rested about her long legs with a thigh high cut up the side that showed flashes of bare leg as she walked. Her feet remained bare of course but she did feel that beneath the dress some kind of skimpy underwear was in place.