Testing. It seems to be what is on his mind, testing her limits and reactions. Studying how quickly her resistance falters and the pleasure begins to rule her actions and reactions. Despite her earlier protests she can't deny her body is burning with lust as already her pussy is drenched and he's hardly even started. But then again it's hardly surprising. Everything about her screams punish me to a monster, not intentionally of course but he can guess she was raped time and time again because of it. It only means he shouldn't go easy on her. As if on que he pulls his head back from her breast, releasing the nipple and allowing her breasts to bounce from the force. Raising his hand from the other, the shadows and darkness around her seem to constrict and become drawn to the palm of his hand.

Darkness is more then his ally as be begins to display as slowly black tendrils begin to emerge from the shadows and dark clouds beneath the alter. They seem to be born from the shadows coiling together and rising, creeping over her soft flesh as slowly two thin tendrils begin to creep across her chest, slowly coiling around each breast like a snake would around it's prey. Just like a snake it begins to constrict, squeezing the two orbs and separating them, only leaving her breasts sticking out as if begging for further toying. He lowers the tips of hios fingers to her stiff nipples and allows brief but strong sparks to fly, sending the teasing jolts through her breasts once again.

All the way, the shadow demon below is already at work. Her pussy's lips spread open as wide as they can allowing him to push two fingers inside and stretch her pussy open further to allow his tongue to easily slip inside and spiral around. Always it seems to probe further only to stop just when it's getting deep, only to start all over again, leaving her pussy almost literally begging for something to fill it with how wet it's become and yet only receiving teasing licks and brief moments of pleasure to fulfill it's burning desire.

Airi screwed her eyes shut, shaking her head as she fought to keep the last threads of her self-control from snapping. "No... please..." she whimpered, not speaking to the demon, but rather to herself as she felt that insidious other half well up within her. She bit the gag shoved into her mouth to stifle a scream as sparks lance into her bound breasts, the electric kisses making her fair skin flush a delicate pink as they jiggle from the shock.

"Mmnnngh... please... don't," she begged, even as her hips began rising blindly to meet the dexterous tongue and fingers torturing her pussy. Heedless, the tongue dipped inside her, spiraling, caressing the most sensitive parts of her body, flickering just past her opening and then dodging coyly out again. Airi let loose another muffled cry, arching her body into a tempting arabesque that made her flesh strain against the bonds holding her, highlighting how vulnerable she was, caught between the demon's hunger and her own.

She went tense for one moment, every muscle of her lithe body straining, and her eyes flashed open, meeting Therion's red-glowing gaze with what looked like a flash of despair, quickly swallowed by unthinking heat. Please... Master, she thought to him, her 'voice' subtly different than it had been before. She rocked her hips into the clone teasing her again, the movement desperate, pathetic, even.

It's there, the very thing he loves most. The moment she snaps, loses control and he breaks that strong spirit. It's always enjoyable to see it, more so with one so wild and defiant as this one. Finally it appears she is learning her place, but it won't be that easy for her to get what she wants. The tendrils shift and pull until her body seems to lifted up into the air. With a sharp movement, her hands are pulled behind her and locked together while her body is lowered until she is almost kneeling upon the alter, with her legs spread open and the shadow laying beneath her.

If she were to look down she's see on the shadow's head at the entrance to her soaked and tortured core. The tongue now retracting until only the tip darts around the edges and teases her with the thought it might ram inside only to recoil and start the cycle again. No matter how close it seems to get, his tongue never goes any deeper, it never stops retracting and running circles around her. Denying the very thing she might expect him to do. Rape her brutally without hesitating, rather he is denying her even that.

Leaning closer, Therion traces his claw like fingers along her soft smooth cheek before slicing through her gag, letting it fall away as his fingers trail down along her jawline and then across her neck. Always going further until he reaches the soft curve of her breasts, still bound and pushed out further almost like she was arching her body forwards to meet his touch. Slowly his hand wraps around one of her breasts, the tip of his thumb rubbing against her stiff and most likely sore nipple.

Say it out loud. Beg for it. Beg foirgiveness and to reward my gift, or this will never end

Airi saw triumph in the demon's carmine gaze, but the burn of embarrassment only melted into the blaze of the fiercer fire already consuming her. She grunts as the tendrils wrapped around her ribcage lift her effortlessly, their tightness stealing her breath for a moment as they deposited her on her knees. Her dark brows furrowed as her new pose left her even more open to the shadow demon's depredations, the rapid flicking and slow strokes of his tongue driving her to the edge and holding her there, refusing to give her the release she ached for. Her hands twisted helplessly in their bindings, straining, not in hopes of breaking free, but simply because she could not contain herself in the face of the demon's prowess that so mocked her self-control. She shuddered, her head falling forward as she rode the sliver-thin edge of orgasm, a tortured moan escaping her reddening lips.

The young woman flinched as the clawed fingers caressed her face, and feeling the dangerous strength lurking behind the sharp points touching her with such deceptive gentleness as he raised her visage as if for inspection. As if to confirm her instinctive awareness of her vulnerability, the sash that had gagged her fell slack, sliced through without a hint of resistance to the creature's natural weapons. Caught without hope of escape, Airi quivered, pale blue eyes fixed on the monstrous face leering at her as his claws idly traced lower, following the clean lines of her jaw, down her slender neck, and finally reaching the jutting orbs of her breasts, held so tightly in their bindings that they bulged like ripened fruit. Still squirming from the clone lapping at her dripping folds, the pressure of his hand around her breast drew another moan from her, the needle-fine tip of his clawed thumb an exquisite torture to her tender, aching nipples.

Airi shuddered deliciously at his demand, loving and hating the humiliation he was forcing upon her. She licked her full lips and leaned into his touch, holding the demon's glowing gaze as she moaned, "Please, Mmnnn- Master, allow me to pay for my i- ahnn!- ingratitude. Let me earn your forgiveness- ah! Please, I beg you!" Writhing on the tongue of his shadow, she kept her eyes locked on his, letting him watch the torment in her face as she grovelled for him.

What makes you think you can earn it. You are unfit to even make such an offer, what makes you think you are anything special?

His words are cold and aim to dig deep under the already growing holes in her armour. Degrading her further as if even now he has no desire to take her, as if her words and aroused body on display before him isn't even enough to get a reaction any-more. Holding her gaze only for a brief moment he turns his back to her, snapping his fingers as the shadow under her suddenly vanish only to materialize before her, his member suddenly pressed against her soft wet lips and pushed into her mouth without hesitating.

If you can please these toys, maybe I'll let you try and prove your worth to me. Until then you won't get that release you are so clearly begging for

The shadow grips her hair in his fingers and forces her head closer to him, leaving her almost bent over with only the cold air against her soaked aching core now. Nothing touching it when she is so close. Not even her own fingers can help her now as her hands are held securely in place. Even worse the shadow holds her head still, not even letting her control that, his member pushing in and out between those soft warm lips like it's not even doing it as an act of lust. It's more like a machine sent to carry out a task, degrading her further and only seeking to break her will and spirit until she is ready to please him.

As for the real Therion, he seems to be watching her from afar almost like her private audience and she is simply a form of entertainment for him and nothing more.