Guide his hand to your soaked slit

Slowly, because he still seems skittish, you reach out and take his hand. He stares at the dark scales on your hands, watching as you step closer and press his warm fingers to your wanton pussy. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. He looks very nervous.

"Don't worry," you say, your voice low and smoky, a velvet purr. "I won't bite." You push two of his fingers between your lips and slowly rock your hips, rubbing your clit against them. He takes a sharp breath, his face flushing, and you laugh, a soft, throaty chuckle. "What's the matter?" you ask. "Never fingered a demon before?"

He swallows again and licks dry lips. "I- I...Um, I've never fingered anyone, actually..."

You raise your eyebrows. "Really? What's wrong with you?"

His face grows even redder. "Nothing! I- I just..."

"Just what?" you ask, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. You are a demon, after all. "Do you have a tiny cock? Do you prefer guys? Are you allergic to pussy?"

"No!" he says, clearly irritated as he pulls his hand away from you. "My cock is fine, I'm not gay, and I'm not allergic to anything. I- I just have a hard time talking to people."

"You're shy?" you ask with a grin. "Oh, that's even cuter than being gay!"

The human scowls at you. "This is a complete waste of time. I thought if I summoned a demon, you could, I don't know -- help me somehow. But if all you're going to do is make fun of me, I might as well send you back where you came from."

Your smile vanishes. That's not funny at all.