Kivis had not yet found a way to pass the time in the dungeon, after having drained all entertainment value that came from cussing out the summoner that had gotten her stuck in this dank corridor... Which really, was an exercise in futility, as the one responsible for bringing her here seemed to have died a long time ago. She figured, from studying the runes near where she'd been forced to emerge, that the whole ritual had been caused by a faulty, ruined aetheric security system.

On the one hand, this did mean she had no one to boss her around, which was always a plus, magicians and such always were an annoying bunch to listen to drone on and on, always so pretentious too... but that upside aside, a more concerning thought did occur to her: if there was no one directly responsible for summoning her, how was she supposed to be dismissed?

After a bit of quiet consideration, Kivis sat down on the broken, claw-marked chair that once probably had been a very opulent seat indeed. The aetheric system that had brought her here was clearly faulty. It was extremely likely, she thought, that it would burn itself out. Possibly faster if she put more magic through it...

But as mighty as she knew herself to be, she still was an imp, there was only so much she could do... And it was not as though there was much of anything around here to help.

Grumbling, the imp levitated slightly, upside down, gnawing at nothing in particular, her latest attempt to pass time had involved imagining how pretty her palace would be, one day or another (not that she had a palace here and now), although she was getting frustrated trying to pick out whether the curtains should be more white or vividly pink. She'd have to find something else to do...

Although soon enough, something caught her senses, at the edge of hearing, her ears twitching. Steps, armored steps, specifically... Kivis' expression passed through annoyance (Whoever that was had accidentally triggered the security system, Kivis guessed), to curiosity (What could she do with that adventurer?) , to a slowly growing smile (She was getting ideas of what she could do with that adventurer).

Thinking quickly, she focused a bit, the daemonic stuff that made up her body bubbling and smoothing out as she adopted a different form, her texture a shimmering slick, rainbowy glass before finally reaching a new equilibrium as the chaotic reaction finished. A demure-looking slave girl. Inspired by someone she'd met a long, long while ago, but adjusted to be more Kivis-y (such adjustments took place in a way some had called hourglassy). Adding to the whole thing some illusions of chains attaching her to the floor, Kivis practiced her eyelash fluttering and made sure to not let her teeth be too sharp.

Finally, the source of the sound walked into sight. A redhead, paladin-looking gal. Kivis figured this was going to either be really good or really bad for her plan.

Exageratedly sighing as the knight came into view, Kivis called out with her damseliest of voices "Oh, brave one! Please, save me! The sorcerers have sealed me away!"

The woman stopped as she looked at the unexpected girl with surprise, stopping in her tracks.

"...I'm sorry, I huh- Who are you?"

Kivis thought quickly. A name, she needed a name... "I am Keevey, I was put down there by these *terrible* sorcerers, oh, please save me!"

The knight approached, step by step... Kivis watched.

"Oh! A dreadful fate, please, let me, Ydal, save you!"

Closer, closer, closer... just needed to get the jump on-

"Wait, how long *have* you been down there?"

Kivis blinked, then looked around. In hindsight the believability of a random girl stuck in the middle of a dusty corridor should have been put into question. But the girl semed curious, more than suspicious.

"O-oh, I do not know... these foul mages' shackles have locked me in time, forced to watch the world around me slowly change, while I remain helpless!"

That seemed to tug at the woman's strings... She took a few steps closer...

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear! Just give me a moment, I'll make short work of these-"

Kivis knew that there were moments were a monologue was appropriate, but she also knew that that sword was able to hurt True Demons like her, wasting no time, she leapt at the girl, the illusory shackles disappearing as her soft body collided against the redhead's armor, her horns coming back in as her focus on shapeshifting waned.

She wasn't the best at what she was about to do, but she'd seen succubi do it, couldn't be too hard if they managed it...

Puckering up, Kivis quickly leaned in as Ydal grasped her sword, pressing her lips and sucking...

A loud -MWAH- echoed in the empty corridor as Kivis drew back slightly, a glowing pink lip-mark shimmering with wispy smoke left on the girl's pale skin, her sword clattering to the ground as her expression fell to a confused mess "...whuh- wha did-"

Kivis kehehehed, feeling some of the knight's might now flowing through her... she was *tasty*, though something about that taste felt familiar... "Well, you see!~ It's a little trick I learnt from-" she interrupted herself midway through her sentence, unleashing a flurry of kisses on the poor, helpless knight, whose hands needily gripped at the plentiful handholds Kivis' exagerrated form offered. She'd almost monologued before finishing her business...

She could feel it, the adventurer's energy, power, draining with each little kiss, each lick. Heer trepidation, the little twitches of surprise. She was trained for roughness, to defend against blades. When it came to such soft things, she was powerless.

Kivis found it difficult to stop, her body glowing a bit and shifting slightly to accomodate the amount of food she was receiving, how could one middling knight hold so much? Her own strength growing, she pinned the girl down as she grew extra arms, the imp undoing the armor, wanting to properly feel Ydal's warmth, to drink it all in...

Only the sound of the clattering armor,of the ceaseless kisses and smal mewls of lethargic haze that Ydal let out could be heard in the corridor as the girl was left utterly defenseless before the imp, who had, by this point, decided to thoroughly enjoy the meal. With the armor out of the way, she could feel and be felt, have each twitch of the human's strange biological machine be felt, the beating heart, the prespiration forming... it was fascinating. A bit disgusting, a bit silly. But also fascinating.

On Ydal's end, she could feel how strange the demon's skin felt as her whole body was smothered, a constant, dense formation, single-layered. No real fat... just cushionny, marshmallow-like softness... oddly, it reminded Ydal of how some mushrooms felt.

Not that she could really consider it, she could feel her strength draining away, her vision turning pink... she felt...

Charmed.

Paralyzed.

Sapped.

And Kivis showed no signs of stopping.

How long the process took, neither could really tell, one lost in the bliss of consumption, the other in that of being consummed. Still, by the time it was done, Ydal's face was painted in a layer of those marks, and Kivis' horns bristled with magical potential... wiping her lips, the demon grinned.

"Thanks for the meal~ Been a bit since I got 'nough to look that perf, but now I've got to go, think I ought've enough to burn out that aetheric array..."

The knight offered no answer but a weak giggle as the imp's claw extended towards the wall, the tip of it shining bright as a hum filled the air...

Kivis winked "And I'll keep an eye on ya, now that I 'rmember who y'are~"

The air flashed with many colors, Kivis' form turning misty...

And then she was gone.

Ydal remained on the floor, dizzy, giggly and blissed, her arms felt weak, her mouth drooled as she took her time to recover.

Lucky for her that Kivis was the sole security system of the ruins that had actually worked, if this was how she handled demons.

Back in the Boiling, Kivis decided to hold together rather than head into the sea of selves, sitting down on a small imp-populated island with a bit of a pout as her excess energy faded.

So it was that little chosen one...

The imp grinned wide. Now that she had her scent, there was no way she wouldn't go and torment that goody two shoes more later... if it meant another taste~