Draiss had plenty of time, the five of them were never going to leave his presence or quarters, so her resistance only made it more enjoyable. He continued to molest her large breasts, a healthy amount for a woman that had never had children,  and he would enjoy watching them swell as her belly did. He shifted again, holding her legs up and out of the way, only her muscles preventing gravity from dropping her down his shaft. It was an enjoyable game, all the more so for her shrieks as another inch slipped into her. He let her resist for nearly ten minutes, before grabbing her thighs, and then brutally slamming her down onto his shaft, before lifting her up and ramming her back down, her screams, even muffled by her gag, delightful for his demonic aspect.<br/><br/>Two days later, he stretched, the mother and her two daughters having crawled over into a corner, the lesser noblewoman unconscious on his bed beside the first merchant he had raped. He rubbed the bronze's face plate, having been using her as a pillow, resting for a few hours since today he would be preparing for the army's arrival. He glanced at the three remaining women to make into slaves, before stepping out of the room, clothing himself in an illusion, before heading to the main room, needing to get information from the cultist leader and the spymaster before he could put the second of the two traps down. The first would surround the army with his demons. The second would demoralize and hopefully make them scatter, making them easier prey for his army.