Lavender pulled away from the demon and glared at him. "The only way you'll ever have sex with me is if you rape me," she replied. She pulled her phone from her pocket and began texting her demonologist friend and began asking them for help.
Brian thought about it before he shrugged. "That's always an option," he said. "But I'm not into that. I like my partners to feel pleasure." He grabbed her phone and tossed it on the floor before he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed over top of her.
Lavender knee-jerk reaction to Brian being on top of her was to dig her nails into his face. She managed to scratch him hard and deep enough for him to start to bleed. "Get off of me now," she ordered. "You're disgusting and vile and I'll never find pleasure from anything you do."
"Stop?" Brian asked, his brows furrowing. "What does stop mean?" he asked facetiously, pressing his lips to her jaw. He reached between her legs, pressing his fingers to her clit.
"It means stop fucking touching me," Lavender hissed. She tried shove the demon's hand away from her crotch, letting out a sob of frustration when she couldn't. "This won't give me any pleasure. All you're doing is raping me."
Brian pouted. "Aw, you're no fun," he said, getting up. "You'll want me eventually. I might have to do some dirty work to change your mind, but I'm okay with that."
Lavender glared at Brian, upset that tears were falling down her face as she did. "I would rather die than give into you," she hissed. "Especially after what you just did."
Lavender glared at Brian, upset that tears were falling down her face as she did. "I would rather die than give into you," she hissed. "Especially after what you just did."
"I can arrange that," Brian said with a nod. "Granted, you'll be forced to live in hell with me forever, but I can make it happen. Not so sure I like your attitude though."