The Demon Lord eyed the young sorceress's vagina like a man who had not eaten for several days might look at a delicious plate of hot food.<br/><br/>He inhaled of her pheromones again, and detected more than a slight state of arousal from her.<br/><br/>"...There is always a choice lovely sorceress,"  the big demon murmured to her softly, breathing hotly upon her vitals down between her quivering thighs.  "...but the reality of the situation is, you don't want to resist."<br/><br/>With that , he gripped her upper legs with his large, powerful hands, and spread them just a little farther apart.  Her subtle whimpers of anticipation were music to his pointed ears.  "...Yes my dear Terryn,  you look to be particularly well groomed between your legs, clean, and sensual.  Very few men would ever be able to rip the eyes away from such a succulent sight."<br/><br/>Using his fingers, he gently pulled apart her mons, which stretched her labia apart, allowing her juices to flow, and releasing her sexual musk.  Moth of which he found intoxicating.<br/><br/>A low rumble built up in his chest, as he brought his teeth to bear on he sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, biting, nipping, and pulling at them....<br/><br/>He slid his hands up and down her legs, raking them with his claws, lighting little fires in her nerves behind them.  Often he would get close to her womanhood, only to slide his hands back in a deliciously cruel  game of tease and denial.<br/><br/>Ammaraxyl leaned in deep, and slid his long, serpentine tongue deep within her womanly vessel, so that the forked end of it tickled and licked at her puckered cervix.<br/><br/>The demon  had been alive for many centuries, and in that time had amassed a great deal of knowledge. That knowledge included the esoteric techniques in how to please all females sexually. He shoved his tongue in just a little deeper, snaking it across her G spot, and folding it back around to tease her delicious, puckered cervix. Deep inside of her vessel, this is where all of her best tastes and aromas were to be found, and he greedily lapped at her walls with fervor, the tip of his tongue just barely penetrating her cervix, thinking to go deeper, and to truly claim this spell-caster's honeypot as his latest treasure, all for him...<br/><br/><br/><br/>His fingers then worked their way upwards over her hips and thighs, to grip at her throbbing, erect bundle of nerves, rubbing it vigorously in small, delicious circles...