No, but there's another way

"Wait," Ana called out as she watched the demon's hand tense, preparing to squeeze the man's head until it popped. "There's another way, isn't there? He doesn't have to die to give me his clothes. Let him remove the clothes himself and give them to me, then let him run free."

Sitri laughed, a deep patronizing cackle like a hyena but although it sounded mocking, he really enjoyed her idea.

"So you would trade your embarrassment for his? How deliciously callous of you. Very well. The man can live if he gives you his clothes willingly."

The Demon Lord tossed the young man to the ground. As he rose to his feet the man looked around himself, and Ana could see that he was contemplating making an escape. If Ana could see it, no doubt Sitri could too, but the demon just waited while the man considered his options. He must have known that running was futile. The speed of the Demon Lord meant that he wouldn't get far, especially on foot. Ana had already managed to spare his life once. She was unlikely to be successful a second time.

"Well, are you going to give me your clothes?" Ana demanded, pressuring the man not to make the foolish choice.

"You heard the woman," Sitri said, with a wide toothy grin. "Strip."

With shaky hands, the man began to undress. First, he unbuttoned his over vest, folded it and handed it to Ana, glancing at her face. She smiled apologetically and he tried to look away but ended up staring at her medium sized breasts, which made Ana's face turn red. Averting his gaze completely and looking at the ground, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his bare chest and abdomen. Although he was in fair shape, Ana noticed that the man lacked the same muscle tone of her husband, and surmised that the man's job, whatever it was, wasn't an active or physical one. But it must have paid well because these were nice clothes, well made from good fabric. But the man was still young, so the good life he lived hadn't yet affected his slender figure.

After handing her his shirt, he nervously began to unlace his boots. Because once his shoes were off, he only had his pants and underwear left. Ana wondered if this was the first time that a woman was going to see the rod between his legs. Aron had some experience with women before they met, but he was an adventurer, which seemed exotic and exciting, so, when he unveiled himself to her, he hadn't been shy. But, she couldn't blame this stranger for being nervous, given the situation.

With his boots off, he unbuttoned his breeches and slowly, awkwardly slid them down his legs. His pecker was still hidden behind white underwear though, allowing him to keep some modesty.

"I don't need anything else, I think," Ana tried to convince Sitri as the man handed over his trousers.

"No," the demon disagreed, enjoying the man's embarrassment. "Everything."

Ana offered him another smile before looking away, not wanting to watch as the man tugged at the white cloth. Even if he had to be naked, she didn't have to see it. That's what she would want others to do for her. But the deep hearty laugh of Sitri made her turn around without thinking, and there it was right before her eyes.

Among a mass of black hair, his pecker peeked out, all shriveled and shrunken. Fear seemed to have made it literally fold up into itself. Or maybe it was the cold outdoor air, but whatever the cause, his dick looked no bigger than a wrinkled thumb. She blushed as soon as she saw it, since she had hoped not to further humiliate the man, but as soon as she looked at his face, she knew that he had seen her looking.

"No wonder you didn't want to undress," Sitri mocked him between laughs. "You call that a cock?"

The man's face reddened and his eyes watered.

"It's so tiny and pathetic. How can you ever hope to please a woman with that measly tool?" Sitri looked to Ana. "Tell me, are all human cocks so small?"

"I...I wouldn't know," she said without looking. She thought Sitri was probably lying. He knew exactly what a human cock looked like, but he only sought to humiliate the man further by making Ana join in the taunting. "I haven't seen many to comment."

"You've seen at least one, I know that much," the demon said craftily. "How does it compare to your husband's cock?"

She didn't want to answer but also knew that Sitri would press until she gave one, so in the interest of ending the mocking conversation faster, she replied, "My husband is larger."

"I should think so," Sitri said. "Or I might really begin to pity your sex life."

"Killing you would be a mercy after seeing that little cock. Your life isn't worth much, but I made a deal, so go and live your pathetic excuse for a life." The demon told the man. When he tried to run for his horse, the demon stopped him. "Leave the beast. Let everyone who passes you on the road see your shame."

The man was too demoralized to protest and simply started running. Ana didn't watch him go, but she saw the demon laugh again, and assumed his naked sprint must have been amusing.

"I'll go and change."

"No," the demon ordered. "Here."

"But anyone who comes past might see." she said, looking back and forth along the road.

He approached her, almost threateningly, and she thought she might have asked too much of him finally.

"Then be quick."

With a firm tug, he tore the ropes that bound her to pieces, freeing her up to dress herself. She was also free to run, but she, like the man, knew that running from the Demon Lord would have been utterly futile. So, she set the clothes on the nearby rock and began to dress herself in the man's attire.

She started with the underwear, to immediately hide her cunnie. It felt a bit strange wearing another person's underwear, especially since they were still warm from his body. But clothes were clothes and better than standing around, naked, especially with Sitri leering at her. He watched her every step of the way, as she donned the shirt and buttoned it up to hide her breasts, and as she slipped her thin legs into the pants. The clothing was an uncomfortable mish-mash of loose and tight. Her breasts, although not particularly large, still strained the man's shirt, because they weren't fashioned for the extra meat on her chest. Conversely, the breeches felt loose, and hung low on her waist because her legs and hips were slimmer than the man's.

The waistcoat flattened her chest enough that she felt the shirt wasn't likely to tear under the added strain, and once she had the boots laced up, she stood straight and looked down at herself. It would have been nice to check her appearance in a mirror but she thought the male clothing didn't look too bad. Were it not for her long hair, she thought she might be able to pass as a very effeminate man. She thought it might feel more odd, or wrong, to wear the clothes of her opposite sex, but in truth it didn't feel strange at all, just ill fitting.

"Next time I rob someone, it's going to be a more tight fitting dress." Sitri said with a frown, as he noted how little skin she now had on display.

"You didn't have to mock him so badly," she told him. "That was just cruel."

"You're the one who suggested he strip for your benefit," Sitri countered. "He wouldn't have been embarrassed if he was dead, so your way was crueler than mine."

"Even so, you didn't have to talk about his...thing...like that."

"It's a cock, Ana," the demon teased her. "If you're going to talk about it, call it what it is. A cock."

Ignoring him, she looked to the horse. "Why did you tell him to leave his animal?"

"Because horse meat is delicious. Though I've heard rumors that if you eat enough, it can help your own cock grow into a horse sized phallus. Maybe I should have given it to our small dicked friend. He needs it more than I."

His words made Ana's eyes drop momentarily to the loincloth between his legs that always been to be bulging no matter what. For a moment her thoughts got the best of her and she wondered whether he was really that big, or was he just always aroused. These demons were deeply perverse creatures after all. But, realizing where she was staring, she averted her eyes.

"I was actually thinking that we could ride it."

"I'm as fast as any horse," Sitri said.

"The horse is more comfortable."

He laughed as he grabbed her again, and lifted her up. Instead of ignoring her, as she expected, he placed her easily upon the horse. Although the animal seemed afraid of the demon, it didn't dare buck or rear, and allowed the Demon to climb up onto its back. Sitri sat with Ana in front of him, between his legs and with an arm on either side as he reached around her to hold the reins, the way Ana had seen children ride with their fathers. With a single order, the horse began to trot, carrying the pair further and further from Coh.

But Ana let herself smile. The naked man was heading in the direction of her home town. When he arrived and told the people what happened, Aron and the town militia would know exactly which direction to look for her.