You finger her roughly

"You like that, don't you?" With a cruel laugh that doesn't even sound like the sincere young man you try to be, you position Cassia's trembling form between your legs so her back is pressed to your chest and your hands are free to roam over the front of her body.

"Oh Great Healer, yes." She gasps with her fingers still between her thighs. "Forgive me Lord. I can't help myself, Adonis, oh...YES!" The response from Cassia is as uncharacteristic for her as the coarse laughter and physical manhandling was for you. The viewer window before you shows the demon warrior twisting the young bride's nipples with his long fingers and you find your hands sliding between the quilted padding and her soft flesh. Her nipples are peaked into hard pebbles and you twist them just as fiercely as the warrior in the screen; just like the wide-eyed captive girl, Cassia arches her back in response crying out sharply.

"Keep those fingers working." You growl in Cassia's pretty ear and you see motion under her leggings resume. Her eyes are fixed on the magic window watching the unnaturally long, thin, tongue of the demon taste the beads of sweat on the young captive's upper lip, and she licks her own full lip in response.

"Oh gods, what is happening to me?" Cassia moans weakly, but you are not thinking about what is going on. You give her nipple one more squeeze before dropping your right hand under the waistband of her leggings to press her wiggling fingers firmly against the wet petals of her sex. She wiggles her hips futilely, but your hand presses hard on her fingers driving them even deeper into her dripping slit.

"You're going to cum, you horny slut." You tell her without mercy, "You're going to cum all over my fingers and then you're going to get fucked just like that innocent young bride!"

"Nooo..." Cassia moans and squirms in your grasp, "Adonis, not like this!" Angered by her denial you push two of your fingers into her sex along with hers so now she has four or five digits all twisting and thrusting into her tight pussy.

"Why not?" You laugh again, "do you think that precious little bride gets to say 'no' to those monsters, do you think her sweet friends will get to preserve their chastity, when those two tire of playing with the bride?"

"No!" She whispers even as the pretty young woman is lifted by her thighs and lowered slowly onto the long shaft of the warrior that had been toying with her. It feels like you are kneeling on the ground looking up at the invading member as it splits the pink lips of the pleading victim. "No, she's going to get fucked. They're all going to be fucked!" You are only a little shocked by Cassia's crude language, there really is no other word for the way the demon is plundering the helpless captive. Some small part of you knows you should be horrified by the fate of the maiden impaled on the long shaft, but the memory of taking Cassia just a few hours ago on the black rock is overwhelming. A raw, bestial urge to have Cassia again this time squirming like the young bride on your pounding cock.

The image on the window shows a trickle of red on her white thigh dripping onto the demon's dark ball sac, this evidence of her virginity makes you finger Cassia even harder and the extra stimulation sends her over the edge as she screams loudly in your ear.

Now that you had pushed her over the edge, you want that same release for yourself. The bulky leggings have to go and as Cassia slumps half stunned onto the couch you crouch at her feet and pull the garment down past her ankles and toss them to the floor behind you. You see the prize you want - Cassia's gaping slit dripping from the intense fingering is open and ready. As you struggle with the drawstring of your own leggings you see the long demonic cock coated in blood sliding in and out of the captured bride's slit.

When your leggings finally fall to your ankles you step between Cassia's legs and lift her knees to better further position her for the taking.

"Yes, Adonis!" Cassia gasps, no longer struggling but not yet totally surrendering to the inevitable. "Take me!" Her voice is low, but intense, "Fuck me like that monsters is fucking her." Your fierce desire is clouding your thinking, part of you knows that this is wrong, but does that stop you from taking what you want?