Fight or flight instincts fill your body, battling to decide which choice to make.
Flight wins.
Your hands press down against the cool stone floor when all of a sudden a weight presses down on you. One moment, you had been staring up at her, and the next she is already on top of you. Her legs straddle your waist and her hands hold on to your wrists in an iron grip. You twist and squirm under her, boots kicking against the floor, but you cannot gain even an inch of freedom. She has the strength of at least a hundred men!
"I've been holed up in that thing for far too long. Surely I deserve to take whatever I want now, no?" she asks rhetorically, grinning down at you. You chew on your lower lip nervously and can only nod. She brings your wrists together and ends up holding them both in one hand, and just one is all she needs to pin both your hands up above your head.
"W-Wait! I let you go! You owe me," you say, hoping she retains at least some honor. Unfortunately, demons don't harbor a gram of it. She laughs again before ending it with a mixture of a moan and sigh, as though your begging was pure bliss.
"It doesn't matter, human. If I want it... I take it..." she brings her free hand up and tickles under your chin with one long, gold claw. Her playful touch catches you offguard and you let out a rather childish giggle as you scrunch your head down The demoness freezes, and her eyes grow wide before her grin grows even wider, more mischevious looking than ever before. If that were even possible. Something tells you that your moment of weakness has just made things even worse for you.
"My my, is the human just a little bit... ticklish?"
You shake your head quickly, eyes wide. She brings her claws down the front of your tunic, shredding right through your clothing but avoiding your skin. Once there are five long slits running from your collar to your waist, she slips her hand in and strokes her claws against the side of your stomach. This time you have time to prepare and you manage to hold back your laughter, but you still end up shaking and twisting your mouth in a forced smile.
The demoness practically squeals with delight. "Oh this is just the best day ever! First I'm released, and then I get to have my own tickle toy immediately after!"
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