Her hands shook as her fingertips traced the collar, feeling a warmth in it that was not born of it being upon her neck, or from having been on his person, but seemed to be imbued into the embossing she felt along the surface.<br/><br/>"Demon magic," she croaked, her throat still darkly bruised beneath the collar; but she was able to get out little other words beyond that accusation as his cock nudged her lips, which opened in a sob to take it in and thereby protect another part of her body. Her lips were pale, her mouth small, and her jaw had to stretch wide to accommodate the dark and dripping column of flesh.