“So eager all of a sudden,” Deimos replied, raising an eyebrow. He found her demand amusing, but suppressed a chuckle. She had a lot to learn about demons . . . Unless she really wanted him to slow down.

“I think you misunderstand - this will not be quick, and the time it takes will depend entirely on how much your frail body can withstand.” Suddenly, he withdrew his tentacles from her, freeing her wrists and leaving off his attack on her robes. He circled them around her, not touching, but close enough to make any attempt to escape very difficult.

“If you really want to speed things up,” the demon said as he leered at her. “Finish stripping off your clothes.”

Kanoe sways briefly as a small bit of freedom was restored to her. Her arms immediately wrap across her chest, more for a futile attempt to warm her body than anything. The soaked fabric of her robes hang heavily on her forearms, still halfway disrobed. The witch glares up at Deimos, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. This monster now wanted to toy with her further. Well she will have none of it. She was not this creatures pawn.

"I'm not going to play your games, demon," She stammers out as steadily as the cold could let her.

With that she forces herself to put the robes back onto her body. The damp fabric soaking away all her body heat as she shivers in the circle of tendrils. Part of her wishes she could just black out now so she could not be aware of what this demon will do to her body.

Watching the prideful witch choose one form of misery over another, Deimos could not help but laugh again. If she sought to anger him, sacrificing some small measure of comfort for a few shreds of dignity was not the way. She claimed she wouldn’t play his games, but then immediately challenged him to one of her own with her defiant actions. A sardonic smile spread across his feral face as he shook his head in something like disbelief.

“Very well, have it your way,” he rumbled at her, as he closed his tentacles on her again. This time, however, he did not bother trying to disrobe her. Rather, he bound the cold, wet garment tightly over her chest and abdomen. A pair of tentacles wrapped around and around her body, cinching above, below and in between the bulges in the fabric created by her full, firm breasts.

No matter what she did, it seemed to goad the demon further. But, she was not going to be his willing little slut. But, she doubts Deimos cared either way. Her heart pounds hard, trying to keep her warm blood flowing as her own robes continues to sap away her warmth. Kanoe squeaks as the chilling fabric was stretched tightly around her breasts by the tentacles. Her entire body shivers as she began to squirm, trying to pull away from the clenching appendages.

"Nngh.."

Her arms tug at the tendrils that were around her chest. Her nipples were now painfully errect from the cold as she feels those lovely orbs shiver in their chilling bra. The cold only made her body more sensitive to touch at least for now before the numbness comes. A faint moan leaves the woman's chilled lips to the feeling of those tentacles sliding between and around her breasts.

Deimos pulled his captive into the air, holding her up in front of him so he could look her in the eye. Up close, the demon’s body heat was like a furnace; his steaming sulfurous breath a sharp contrast to the cool night air.

“My, but you do look uncomfortable,” he said as he sent two more tentacles up underneath her robes to secure her legs. “Perhaps you should have removed those wet things when you had the chance.”

Without warning, Deimos flicked his long forked tongue out to lick her cheek. At the same time, he curled the tips of the tentacles he had binding her chest back to play over her breasts, spiraling up the slopes until the very ends rested on nipples - evident even through two layers of sodden fabric.

“No matter, I’m sure you’ll warm up in no time,” he said as he traced circles around the little protrusions that marked her hardened buds.

Kanoe's shivering finally stopped as the demon pulled her closer. It was so warm, so hot. The ice cold garments she wore were a sharp contrast but the demon was indeed warming her body in more ways than one. She glares back into Deimos's eyes, trying to show some strength though her current situation made such attempts fruitless. The woman turns her head in disgust as the long tongue slides up her cheek. How dare this thing! But, the outrage was brought to a halt as lovely sensations began to run through her chilled breasts.

"Nngh..Uhh..."

Her eyes flutter for a brief moment as those hard tips swirl up her bound peaks. She bites her lip hard, nearly drawing blood as she curses her sensitive chest. The cold only made the feeling that much more intense as her nubs were already errect and visible through both her bra and robes. Kanoe squirms in her bonds, trying to pull away from the touches. They felt so good, warm tips circling her frozen nipples. But she would never admit that and she was not about to show this demon she was getting hot by something so disgusting.

Deimos grinned at her evident disgust. The way she wriggled and fought told him he was getting to her - one way or another. That suited him fine. He liked it best when his victims hated the pleasures he forced on them; it made their inevitable screams of ecstacy so much sweeter. Of course, the more she struggled, the more insistent his ministrations became. He squeezed her breasts rhythmically with his tentacles, while he rubbed her nipples through the binding cloth.

“Now, let’s get down to business,” the demon rumbled nonchalantly.

Deimos reached down with his huge, clawed, hands and took hold of the hem of Kanoe’s robe. He pulled upward, slowly revealing her lovely, pale legs while he forced them apart with a pair of tentacles. Once he had gathered the material into a bunch around her hips, he twisted a portion of the waterlogged fabric into a loose knot while he swung her knees up to either side if his chest. Then, with a quick twist, he wrung the knot out, sending a flood of cool water down over her sex.

The witch squeaks and was unable to hold back her groans as those warm tendrils squeeze and rub her precious orbs. She never knew the cold would make this feel so much more intense. Her cheeks were already warming with a soft blush as the demon toys with her vulnerable chest. Kanoe shivers as the chilling night air breezes by her revealed legs. They seem to glow from the moonlight reflecting off the pale skin. The woman tries to resist Deimos's manipulations but it proved useless as her legs were forced apart by the tendrils, revealing slightly glistening netherlips.

"Nngh! St-Stop it!" She squeaks.

The frigid water drips down onto her netherlips, the feeling hitting her like a rock. Her body was just beginning to warm up from the stroking and teases to her chest only to have a cold water splash down there. The witch quivers and twitches to the contrasts of warmth and cold over her sensitive areas. After the initial shock, a groan leaves her lips as she continues to weakly struggle against the demon.

Deimos made no reply to his captive’s demand, though it made him want to continue the torment. Alas, he had squeezed about as much water from the bunched cloth as he could. Still, the action had served its purpose, shocking her senses and weakening her resistance. Now it was time to do what he had wanted to do since he first stepped through the portal.

Lifting Kanoe up higher, the demon placed her lovely legs on his shoulders, positioning the treasure he had just doused within easy reach. He inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring her scent. Though it had been some time, and the water had diminished it, the musk of her ritual activities was still readily apparent, especially to his keen sense of smell.

“Mmmm,” Deimos rumbled appreciatively before blowing the breath back out through his mouth, bathing her water-drenched sex with his hot breath.

It was useless to protest at this point. She was nothing more than a plaything to the demon. The witch tries to struggle and kick her legs but the bonds held her like a puppet. Kanoe glares down at Deimos as she sat on his shoulders, her womanhood before the beast's face. She could feel him inhale deeply, taking in her scent. The rumble of approval disgusted the woman. If she was stronger she would ensure this demon was nothing but ash. A futile dream as her body quivers to the steaming hot breath that was blown towards her shivering sex. She shuts her eyes and bites down hard on her lip. The feeling of warmth applied to her once frigid sex sent a wonderful sensation through her body. She manages to hold back a groan but her body was already warming up to the caress of hot air, her folds moistening slightly.

If Deimos even noticed the witch’s glare, he gave no indication. In truth, he was barely aware of anything save the sight of her glistening sex and the growing scent of the lubricant she had begun to produce.

The demon’s long, forked tongue slithered from between his scaly lips. Slowly, deliberately, he ran the rough muscle over Kanoe’s slit, tasting the evidence of her budding arousal. Stopping short of contact with her clit, he reeled his tongue in and looked up at his lovely captive.

“Delicious,” he rumbled up at her, holding eye contact a moment.

Suddenly, he shifted his tentacles to hold her stretched flat on her back before him. With one massive claw, he reached out and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so she couldn’t watch as he returned to licking her sweet, vulnerable pussy. He continued to conspicuously avoid direct contact with her clit, stopping each slow, upward stroke just shy of the pleasure organ.

The woman arches her body slightly to the feeling of a hot tongue lathering over her moisten sex. She squirms harder as she shakes her head slowly, trying to fight the sensations running through her body. It felt so good, a warm tongue over chilled lips. No, she can't let herself be swayed. She had to endure or the demon will have won completely.

Kanoe grits her teeth at the demon's comment. Seems all monsters and demons find her tasty. It was really annoying. She lets out a sharp gasp as she was stretched out in the air before Deimos. The woman squeaks in pain as her head was pulled painfully back. She looked like she was over an altar ready to be sacrificed. But, it was not her life apparently as she once again felt that rough tongue glide up her womanhood. She squirms in her bonds, trying to avoid that wonderful muscle. She could feel her slit warming up to the constant licks, revealing the shivering cold nub throbbing with need. A grunt escapes her lips as the mixture of hot and cold collide near her sensitive areas, making the feeling all the more intense.

When he heard that little noise issue from Kanoe’s throat, Deimos ‘rewarded’ her by flicking his tongue against her clit. Little more than a graze, he accorded the briefest, lightest touch before resuming the slow, methodical laps against her netherlips, once again ignoring her little love button.

He figured she would work out what he wanted. He also figured she would continue to resist with all her might. That was fine with him; he had promised her it would not be over quickly. Besides, he was captivated by her scent and taste and had little interest in speeding the process.

Still, it was always best to keep things moving. The demon renewed his assault on Kanoe’s breasts, intending to make it just that much harder for her to resist the urges to moan and cry out. He squeezed her constrained mounds through the two layers of damp fabric, massaging the sensitive flesh in cadence with the motions of his tongue.

The woman gasps sharply as her hips follow the flicking tongue. Her body needed to be touched there so badly and the brief tease only made the little button throb harder. Kanoe writhes in her bonds as the tongue continues to run up and down her slit. She was already moist with nectar. Her breathing was much deeper as she felt her body heating up causing her to shiver in the cold night air. The witch shakes her head slowly once more, trying to fight back the haze of lust trying to cloud her thoughts. Her mind was screaming no but her body was crying for more.

Her inner struggle left her completely off guard as those large claws grasp onto her breasts once more. Kanoe couldn't help but to squeak out loud. The exhale of breath ended in a soft groan as her luscious chilled orbs were massaged between those searing hot fingers. She quickly bites down on her lip to make herself stop. Her eyes flutter briefly but she could only see the full moon shining down on her face as she was held in her bonds.

Each little noise she made earned Kanoe another flick over her clit. Deimos brushed his tongue over the throbbing pleasure organ before returning to the almost hypnotic steady rhythm of slow licks along her slit.

Another pair of tentacles took over the molestation of the witch’s breasts, squirming in under her robes again as the demon let the wet fabric loosen. Deimos forced the questing appendages into the cups of her bra before curling them around the captive mounds to squeeze and rub.