Her strong-willed statement was both amusing and arousing all at once. Spencer was going to enjoy breaking the young witch, but getting it over with was the farthest thought from his mind. No, he was going to take an agonizingly long time with her and explore every inch of her lithe form. He would know Wyonna's body much better than even she herself did before all was said and done. Gripping her shirt by the collar he drew his blade across the fabric, tearing it wide with no resistance at all. He slit the cloth downward to her navel and left it there to hang in tatters, revealing an intricately patterned bra of that did little more than restrain his view of the breasts he so wanted to play with. Slipping the instrument of pain beneath the cross-section that held her bosom in place he pulled the sharpened edge outwards and in one fluid motion freed her from the confines of the garment.<br/><br/>He took a moment to admire the curvature of her. The manner in which the shadows and infernal lighting played across her skin to create new sensual shapes. His cock was beginning to slowly harden within his pants, but he would not release it just yet. He was a patient beast, and toying with his prey was half the fun after all. Over the ages women had begged their men to engage in foreplay, and Spencer was going to make certain that this young woman was properly tended to before he enjoyed her fully. Taking a step forward he threaded his fingers through her hair and yanked her head back harshly. "That venomous tongue of yours may get you into trouble my dear if you are not careful. Do contain yourself until I have given you reason to cry out or I may just find myself with the uncontrollable urge to remove it."<br/><br/>He drew the blade in quick succession across the tops of her breasts flaying her open with the slightest of nicks and cuts. Never enough to make her bleed profusely, but just enough to cause her flesh to feel as though it were on fire. Gripping one supple tit with a firm hand he squeezed hard and ran his tongue across the new wounds, reveling in the taste of her life-force. With aching methodology he slid his slimy appendage all across her bountiful mounds until he reached the apex of her nipple. With a lengthy lick here and a flick of his tongue there he played with that tiny nub until it had become fully erect. Once he was satisfied with his efforts he drew it into his mouth and suckled hard upon her tender flesh. With the fingers of his free hand he reached over and pulled fiercely at the opposite side, gripping and twisting it as he saw fit.<br/><br/>His preternatural sense allowed him to hear her heartbeat accelerating, and before long he knew that her juices would flow whether she wanted them to or not. It mattered little to the demon if she truly wanted him, but he was going to ravage her nonetheless. She had made the grave mistake of calling on one of his kind, and he was going to teach her a lesson in witchcraft that she would never forget. He was going to teach her that every spell came with a price, and the price she would pay was going to be great indeed.