No

...but to do all those naughty things would mean Mira was already broken. She didn't want that. She looked away in the last moment, and began to fidget uncomfortably
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"I will wait for you" that wasn't Mira. Mira was a paladin, a paragon of honor and courage, a fearless warrior that embrace the chance to quell evil . She felt ugly inside, ashamed,and wondered if she would ever feel the same.

"Just behave... normally. And endure. I will try to find a way to get you out of here." He leaned forward to kiss her, and Mira though how his chicken pox marks were far more handsome than a goblin. Or a cave orc. Goddess, she couldn't kiss him.

"I will be here" Mira said meekly, trying not to meet his hurt puppy eyes. He left, leaving behind her tray. She was so angry, why couldn't she say anything nicer to him?

The solitude was maddening. Her sex still ached, of course, but merely from the ****, not an uncontrollable urge to fuck anything that moved. She tried not to think too much that also earlier she wasn't under the effect of Marus damned ****. Finally she couldn't take it any longer. She reached for the silver bell and clanged it.

A goblin walked inside, already down to his breeches. Mira wondered if it was one of the buggers that came earlier. She decided yes. This would be far more satisfying like that.

"Come here boy.. were you this timid before?" Perhaps it was the way she said it. Or perhaps it sensed the danger. It tried to turn and run, but not fast enough. Mira jumped on the goblin, her greater weight crashing him into the ground. She began to hammer him down with her clutched fists, until her blows began to draw blood. It felt good, and the goblin was knocked cold.

It was an altogether different sort of lust. it was blood lust. She clanged the bell again, and didn't hold back on the second goblin. Neither on the third, or the forth. On sixth time no one came... Her room was a mess, she was a very stinky mess. So she rang the golden bell, ready to meet Marus.

The Demon Lord was far less than pleased. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked his would be prisoner. If it was only him she would have shown him what exactly that was, but there were three more guards, all armed and armored. It would have been suicide.

"Cleansing. It is what you and your ilk deserves" She spoke with righteous anger, it didn't feel right, but it felt great. "You can do whatever you want with me, Marus. But I swear. My spirit will not break. My Will will not break. I shall strike down with furious anger when you least expect, and lay my vengeance upon thee." Mira felt like laughing, it was working. She was basically naked, they were four, and they still were scared of her. At least she though so,until she met Marus eyes.

Hazel, with a taint of red. He didnt shy away from her. She try to focus on her anger, on the rush of the kill, but it didnt shy from her. It invited her to dance. Goddess, how she wanted to fuck right now. He had such manly chest. She wondered how much punishment he could actually take. How long he would last if she hadnt been struck from behind. Plan to stall be damned, she really wanted to find it out.

"So... the dove found her hawkish claws again. That is fine. I will let you fight. Lets see how long you will last."

Mira spat on the ground.

"You know I will let anything that can beat you fuck your brains out" The incubus leered.

"I will not loose."