Yes [Unedited]

Mira carefully considered every option available. She knew she should refuse it, but then what good would that do? Her refusal wouldn’t help anyone and would only cause anger on the Demon's side, possibly leading to more ****. Was it merely her fear of **** speaking to her? Perhaps yes, but another idea presented itself in her mind. Marus interest in her could distract him from the war, distract him from commanding armies that grew ever closer to her lands. Every second he spent fixated on Mira was a second wasted for a second for the Kingdom's defenses to find a solution, to recover from losing her command. She was going to give the Demon exactly what he desired, a show.

Slowly, with great hesitation, Mira started to caress her firm spheres in a circular motion. Mira wasn't a stranger of pleasuring herself but getting aroused here, in this predicament, in this restrained pose, under the hungry gaze of Marus, was difficult. She needed to find a way to excite herself and her mind and she, shamefully using mental techniques similar to prayer, closed her eyes and tried to imagine the most pleasant thing possible. A man caressing her, kissing her, touching her everywhere. But her mind quickly returned to the recent pleasure granted by the demon himself. Yes, she'd go with that, make him an imaginary lover instead of a vile captor.

Mira's body started to react sooner than she expected. Both the vivid pictures in her mind and her own hands touching sensitive places in her body in ways only she knew, her hand was moving from breasts, to stomach to hips. Her fingers finally brushed the now familiar swelling petals of her entrance. She added a moan to the show... Her decision was that the demo would receive what he requested, a show. As for pictures in her mind, they were becoming weirder and weirder - Now she was riding a weird, angelic version of Marus, he spoke words of love, he was pure and filled with joy, not hate, cruelty, lust.

Then she moved her fingers in, rubbing her hymen, feeling, as a Paladin, its energy of purity filled with sweet flow. Just mere brushes were intense enough to make her shiver like she did many times before. The barrier of virginity was erotic in its special way and Mira, knowing that she won't keep it for long, enjoyed its energies for what could be the last time.

And the demon... the demon had all reasons to be triumphant, he was seeing a temperamental vixen, not a chaste paladin. Her moans, which started as a part of a show, now were real, lustful. They ended with one especially long moan when her fingers finally reached her trigger point and Mira let it all out, convulsing in short but intense bliss.