The demon simply laughed as he kept going. Each time that Naael began to flag under the abuse, he fed her another one of the seeds. For hour after hour, he kept her going, kept filling her with semen. He fed her other drugs, drugs that expanded her breasts, broadened her hips, and narrowed her waist.<br/><br/>It was midway through the second day that Naael would finally be given a brief chance to regain her senses, as he lounged near her body, while she stank horribly of sex. He simply smiled at her, and asked, after a little while. "Now, are you ready to bear my child? Beg me for it, little elf. Beg me to impregnate you with demonic seed."