Now prepared for what was to come, the lady once known as Samson moved in for the kill.
Expecting this, Beatrice moved away from the blade gracefully. Her twirl catching the swordwoman's attention.
Without realising, Dante and grabbed her by the wrists, preventing her from lifting them.
She tried pulling back, but she wasn't getting anywhere. His strength causing something to stir in her.
The demons' pheromones were working, highlighting her arousal and turning her bisexuality against her.
"Stop fighting us. Don't you want to be a good girl?" he asked in an almost caring manner.
Good girl? she thought to herself, confused as to why she found the idea compelling. No. Why would I...
"Please?" asked Beatrice in an almost pleading manner. "We just want some fun."
Fun. That sounds... nice. she found herself thinking. After all, how could it be wrong to have some fun?
The bastard sword she held hit the floor, waking her up. But it was too late, the demons had pinned her to the floor and began doing things to her. Things she was far from experienced to handle.
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