No.

She is not a human, and she will not break without pressure. Let her suffer.

She twists and writhes, her ever-changing body desperately seeking some release from the agonizing ecstasy that wracked it. She found none.

The display exudes a raw sensuality, and it affects you rather strongly. You want, no, need to touch her.

But you can't, not yet. To aid in resisting your urge, you grab Cassandra by the hair, casually demonstrating your superior strength as you pull her to you and bend her over.

You fuck her disinterestedly, simply using her as a tool to assuage your lust for a time. She shouts at you, but you ignore her. Her opinion doesn't matter, and her words will soon turn to moans regardless.

Some time later, The succubus stops moving. Her lack of motion breaks you from your lustful trance, and you realize that Cassandra is also ****. you cannot recall when that happened, but it doesn't matter.

You end the spell on the demon, and step outside, finding that the sun has begun to creep over the horizon.

You wander over to the well halfway across the grounds. you draw the bucket up and splash water not your face. then, quite suddenly, you begin to laugh. You laugh at the absurdity of it all. You, a mere mortal, had, in one night, bedded a knight, done battle with a mercenary, and made a **** of one of the most feared entities in Estara.

It had been a good night.