Testing and talking

"Oh, so your body is protected and I can't put anything inside? What a shame; I had hoped to enjoy you today." Marus sighed, his eyes still blazing with lustful fire. "But can I touch?" His words were a low growl as he reached out to cup Mira's breast. "Yes, no pain, this protection of yours doesn't extend to touching."

His fingers traced from her breast down to her crotch. "Can I touch here, too?" His voice was a seductive purr as he inserted the tip of his finger into her folds and then pulled it out just as quickly. A faint smoke curled up from his fingertip. "Considering that my finger is smoking, may not the best idea," he chuckled. "And I probably won't test this with my tongue," he added, licking his lips as if to tease her.

"Well, I guess we will have to find another way to entertain ourselves." Marus had no trace of his anger left. "Why so silent, my guest?" His voice was silky smooth as he stroked her cheek with a single finger. "If we can't fuck, why shouldn't we have a little chat?."

Mira didn't respond. She was too busy trying to process the situation she found herself in and figure out a way out of this mess or how to face **** with dignity. She knew that playng demon's games is unworthy of a paladin.

"You better not anger me because you are not that well protected, Mira," he purred. "I can order my mortal slaves to fuck you, and I doubt your protection works on them. Or I can use some interesting tools." His voice trailed off as he gestured to a table full of whips, paddles, and other assorted items of pain and pleasure.

"Or I can use other slaves while you watch and envy them." His eyes glinted with malicious glee as he added, "And last but not least, I can bring you to heaven without inserting anything in you. The choice is yours, my dear."