She gasped and arched under his fingers as they raked her sides. She wanted to squirm and get from under him, but his weight was too much. His hot breath on her face and ear had her pull away at first, before his words sunk in and her eyes opened impossibly wide. She was stunned silent, forgetting to breath before the only thing that made any sense crossed her lips, "No!"<br/><br/>She attempted to thrash her body, attempted to vaporize from under him, before tiring herself out and just laying there, eyes refusing to open as she came to the conclusion there was nothing she could do or say by this point to persuade him otherwise. She shivered, neck again exposed, her breathing short and labored. If this had to be, then it had to be. She had done the best she could, and she wouldn't beg of him not to do this. She would be strong, just as she was always meant to be. But her mind raced that he wouldn't stop here in the open. She didn't want to be claimed in front of every one high and low. Even if they knew it was going to happen didn't mean she wanted them watching. She was secretive by nature, and this would be too much for her.<br/><br/>Her arousal from thrashing had increased even if her mind was boycotting the idea of the dragon between her legs. Sex wasn't unknown or biased in the demon world, and she was well versed in the texts and crudeness of the other males on this floor, even if she didn't have first hand experience.