Whatever remained of her dress was torn away, leaving Fulin naked under the eyes of the Demon Lord. Which he confirmed, along with her guess of the Demon being the Demon of Lust.
Though, the last one was easily the easiest to guest. After all, very few beings consider debauchery as part as a living.
After peeling the last of the dress, the Demon Lord lowered his head, directly above her sopping crotch.
"W-what's going on?" she asked, slightly fearful of what will occur. The Demon Lord answered, but not by words but action.
His tongue extended, before it lapped on her weeping crotch. It particularly, remained on the pink slit, tracing the line and sending jolts to her spin.
"Hhgghhnn~" Despite her closed mouth, some noises managed to get out, as Fulin tried to cover her crotch, only to fail on the account of her tied wrists.
