She trembled, nervously, as the demoness circled her, giving a surprised cry, at the fingers tracing over her backside. "Noo, p-please, don't..." she pleads, though her protests are cut off, as she's pulled into an embrace, eyes going wide, caught completely by surprise, resisting more out of instinct than anything; she's fairly strong, but unskilled, and easily pinned, squirming and attempting to cry out in protest as the questing fingers find her unexplored territory.