Reginald Arthur Wesley-Smyth the 3rd sat perched on top of a cupboard in the corner of the Elves room in the Inn; secure in the knowledge that since he was invisible there was no way that Llona could know he was there. He knew that Shyne could detect him through their bond, but he was certain that the Wizard had been too distracted to do so.
Reggie liked to think that he was an Imp of the multi-verse, but nothing he had seen in his 347 years of life had prepared him for what he had just witnessed.
It had all started just over two hours before when he was sleeping peacefully on the top of the cupboard. He’d been in the middle of a wonderful dream about the time he’d set fire to a hospital in Candlelight City, when the door had burst open and the Elves had tumbled inside.
At first he was sure that they were locked into a battle to the death; their arms were wrapped tightly about each other as they rolled across the floor. They also appeared to be trying to bite each other’s lips off. Then Llona had managed to break the hold of his master and stand up, before walking over to the door and slamming it shut. She’d then turned to face him and had started to take off her clothes (although why humanoids wore clothing at all was still beyond him. Probably just for decorative purposes only he’d thought to himself at the time).
If Reggie was one thing he was a boob Imp (his wife had 4 of them), so when Llona had finally removed her undershirt it was all he could do to stop himself gasping out loud. Sure they were the boobs of a stinking Elf but, by the Arch-Devil Asmodeus’ pointy tail, they were truly magnificent. Now he finally understood what his master saw in Llona (aside from himself of course).
He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on at that point, but it soon became very obvious when his master also began to disrobe.
Over the next two hours the Imp had been forced to watch the two mate with each other or, in Shynes case, with himself for a brief time while Llona was undressing.
He had desperately wanted to flee the room but was afraid that his master would detect his presence if he tried to. At least that was what he had told himself as he had munched on a dried orcs heart and settled in to watch the show.
Now that their coupling had finally ended Llona rose from the bed and, much to Reggie’s disappointment, began to dress herself. After she was fully clothed she leaned over Shyne and once again attempted to bite his lips, before whispering something to him that Reggie couldn’t hear. As she stood up and started to buckle on her sword belt Shyne attempted to pull her back onto the bed, but she nimbly danced away from his clutching hands. She then casually walked over to the door before turning towards the naked wizard, blew him a kiss then silently slipped out the door.
Shyne collapsed back onto the bed, one arm draped across his face to shield his eyes from the bright moon light that was filtering through the shutters.
Suddenly, without preamble he said “You can come down now.”
Reggie sat bolt upright on top of the cupboard.
“Master?” he said softly.
“I said you can come down now” replied the Elf warily.
Reggie dismissed his invisibility spell then dropped off the cupboard and glided across the room before landing on the foot of the bed.
Shyne propped himself up onto an elbow and looked at his devilish familiar.
“I should whip you for being a pervert but I don’t have the energy” he said with a yawn.
“I didn’t see anything Master” replied the Imp in a surprisingly humbled voice.
“Yes” said Shyne “you did. I could sense your presence through the bond.”
“Well perhaps I did witness some of it Master” said Reggie.
“Gimp…” said the Wizard in a threatening tone.
“Well perhaps I saw most….err all of it” came the little devils response.
“The next time this happens, and I pray to all the Gods in all the heavens in all the universe that it does” said Shyne fervently “make yourself scarce.”
“I will Master” replied the Imp.
“Good. Now go away and let me sleep, I’m exhausted” said the Wizard as he stretched out onto the bed.
“Before I go Master, I have a few questions if I may?” asked the Imp as he shifted nervously from foot to foot, tearing small holes in the sheets with his claws in the process.
“Go ahead” sighed Shyne irritably.
“I could not fail to hear you and your…….companion, talking at the start of your mating” he said before pausing to wait for permission to continue.
“And….” prompted the Wizard.
“I distinctly heard Llona demand ‘Four play’. Why is it called ‘Four play’ when there were only two of you?”
“You know I have no idea” said Shyne thoughtfully “to be honest I’d never really thought of it before.”
“Another question if I may Master?” asked the Imp.
“If you must” replied with Wizard through another yawn.
“What were the little blue pills that she was force feeding you every few minutes?”
“Elfagra” replied Shyne “they are for….never mind” he finished quickly. “Anything else?”
“Just two more questions if I may?”
Shyne nodded his ascent.
“Thank you. I didn’t understand the yodeling and the chest beating. Was that also part of ‘Foreplay’?”
“I don’t know why she did that” replied Shyne “I thought it was a little odd myself actually.”
“And the crying at the end?”
“What can I say?" said the Wizard with a shrug of his shoulders "I’m an emotional Elf. Now it’s time for bed. I expect Llona to be back in a few hours, when she returns go somewhere else.”
“Gladly Master” replied the Imp.
And he meant it.
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