It's Marus' decision

"Enough! I am not a child! No need to display it any further. I accept defeat—I will allow you to use my mouth as you wish." Mira's voice trembled with rage, yet she bore the weight of her loss stoically. Breaking a promise wasn't something she would do

Marus chuckled, "You lost a promise to suck me, not have your face fucked, darling. A blowjob means caressing a man's cock, doing active work; familiarize yourself with the term." His grin widened, anticipating the submission. "And no, I won't deny myself the view of your cousin and friend succumbing to pleasure while you worship my demonic manhood."

The demon made a gesture to one of the guards, releasing Mira from chains. Her wrathful gaze met his, filled with fury and defiance. Yet, she held her word, bound by honor.

Listening to Tara's moans, Mira descended gracefully onto her knees, cheeks flushed crimson from anger and embarrassment. Tears were glistening in her eyes, her blond hair cascading around her like a halo, enhancing her angelic beauty. However, despite being in the presence of an Incubus, despite earlier pleasure, Marus couldn't sense a hint of arousal coming from her. Instead, he faced raw emotions – hatred, fury, humiliation, and above all, disgust.

And it was tarnishing the perfect triumphant moment. Demon's agent managed to seduce Princess Taras, but Mira's **** tainted the victory. Marus craved her desire, longed for a total victory, for a true submission of the paladin.

Mirra broke the silence, addressing the demon firmly, "What do you demand next, monster?" She challenged him, leaving the choice to Marus whether to seize the current opportunity or strive for an even sweeter conquest and wait until Mira was ready to do such things willingly.