Smother

She gets a idea and gets up and turns around. "So **** let's make a record for you."

"Record?" you asked as she started to get in her position again, "what do you mean by re---"

You were cut off by the demon sitting on you face again but this time she wasn't moving.

"1…2…3…4," she started to count to see how long you could hold your breath but the last breath you took was from her anus and was burning your nostrils and to add insult to injury your nose was up her anus making sweat going into your nostrils down to your throat making you want to hurl."5…6…7…8…9"