Perhaps, but she doesn't

With a flick of her wrist Cassia sends the silver coils back around your forearm, and as if they knew her mind the coils tighten once again until you cannot move more than a hand in any direction.

"Well, well, well." The gentle tone you've come to expect from your companion is a little lower, and a little darker too. "Looks like whoever left this room for us knew that I'd have to administer some corrective actions for a young man who let his dick do his thinking for him."

"Cassia," you begin what you hope is a convincing argument that what happened was beyond your control, but before you start this once sweet young companion slaps you sharply on your inner thigh.

"Ow!" It is not so much the pain of the slap, although your leg still stings, as the surprise at this unexpected blow.

"Did that hurt, Dick-brain?" Cassia's voice is a sweet and caring as ever, but before you can answer she smacks you again, this time on your other thigh just under where you scrotum hangs. "Good, I hope this hurts too!" You don't cry out as she alternates her blows, the beatings you received from your master and his men made this seem almost pleasurable. In fact, - oh no! - as the pale flesh on your scrawny thighs turns dark red, your cock begins to thicken and grow. "What's this then?" Cassia laughs vindictively as her fingers wrap around the throbbing shaft. "I thought you already spent your seed rutting on the ground with that whore!" Squeezing softly on your member she continues her verbal assault. "Maybe this naughty boy thinks he can get off like this too?"

"No, oh gods … please, Cassia." You whisper hoarsely as her other hand joins the first on your cock.

"Please what, Adonis?" Cassia mocks you as she strokes you even harder. "Please stop, or please fuck me, like that demoness fucked you!" Her lower hand leaves your shaft and slides confidently past your sac until her finger finds the puckered star between your asscheeks. "Maybe that's what this naughty boy needs to learn his lesson." Her eyes scan the room searching for something that she seems to know she'll find. The cruel sneer on Cassia's otherwise pretty face looks more like the demon's leer than anything like the Cassia that you know, and - remembering the mocking accusation of the succubus, you finally admit the truth - love. This sudden revelation is made even more difficult by the way your body is responding to the hard pumping of your shaft, and the probing of her fingertip as it pushes slowly into you.

It's not right, what should have been a loving and caring moment is neither of those. In fact although Cassia hands are bringing you closer and closer to a climax, her cold demeanor and aggressive manner makes you wish you could somehow turn off the physical response; this is not Cassia, at least not the Cassia that you've come to love.