The taste was strange and made her stomache squirm, though not nearly so much as the realization of where her tongue was. It was a relief to have the man-thing moved her to the side. Though the device made her mouth ache, it was better to be like this without the woman on her than with her.<br/><br/>She didn't want to watch, but her back still stung terribly, the red lines in her flesh burning against his chest. She squirmed as she was shifted, his large member placed between her thighs, her soft nethers pressed against it.<br/><br/>Her face was put back into place then, her tongue moving against the moist folds of the demoness above her. She was afraid to disobey, but the realisation of her situation made her stomach churn. Such a way of coupling seemed unnatural, and wrong... and she still felt pain from her injuries. Surely this wasn't right... but neither were these two creatures. They weren't right at all..<br/><br/>Her hands flinched away from Drey's manhood for a moment, her hands not wanting to wrap around it's girth, but she had the good sense to do as she was told, despite her revulsion. She was scared, and trembled still, as her small, slender hands ran over his member, the touch tentative and light, as though she would much rather not be touching him...<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, tears building beneath her dark lashes, and small drops of salt water begin to stream down her cheeks. The worst of it yet, however, was the feeling that it was going to get worse...