You tell her to stroke your impish cock!

Finding an inner strength you didn’t know you possessed, you resist the almost overwhelming urge to ravish Clémence right there; instead, as she waits patiently, you decide to continue as gently as possible. ‘Come, and take me between your hands’, you command. The shieldmaiden, ever obedient, steps towards you with a barely disguised eagerness.

Getting into position proves more challenging than you expected. At only one and a half feet tall, you can hardly stand up normally and expect your prisoner to kneel down uncomfortably to service you. Nor, lest exhaustion eventually overtake you, can you really flutter in mid-air indefinitely at head height. Eventually you find a compromise as your eyes alight on a nearby boulder covered in luminescent moss. Settling yourself nicely atop, you lounge down slightly, letting your oversized member hang freely. Clémence kneels down in front of you, boobs squeezed against the cold stone as she presses her body forwards. Her gaze follows you attentively and she bites her lower lip. You incline you head a nudge. Before you can even say the word, Clémence wraps a diminutive hand around your dick.

Still smiling, the young woman begins to massage your flaccid length. She strokes you carefully and purposefully, at once as if she has a deep well of experience and yet maybe none at all. In a way, you’d rather the latter. Unspoiled meat is always better, and the thought that Clémence’s first time might be a messy encounter with a scrawny demon causes you to chuckle aloud. Not that your merriment seems to put her off. Indeed, as her movements become more targeted, you feel a swell of excitement. At her touch, blood flows rapidly into your thick shaft and you start to grow even larger. In response, Clémence changes tact, instead playfully running her dainty fingers along your length, as if to tell you to slow down. You’d complain if it wasn’t so good.

After a few minutes of kind-hearted foreplay, the warrior adopts a different, more direct approach. Staring at you pointedly, she begins to tug more forcefully with her right hand, causing you to stand to attention. With her left, she gently cups your bulky testicles, sliding her soft palm across them and tickling them from time to time. The smooth grip on your cock becomes more intense as she tightens her hold without prompting, and soon Clémence is rubbing your foreskin up and down with rapid, testing motions. The pressure and friction is fantastic and you let it continue unabated for a short while, bucking your own tiny hips in return, matching each of Clémence’s strokes with an almost involuntary thrust of your own. You’re grateful that demonic stamina is naturally more advanced than that of many other monstrous races. You don’t think many creatures would be able to hold on for very long against the warrior’s skilled caress.