"Trifling Tiefling... And I thought you would be kind of like a demonic grandmother to her, more so as you told me I claimed her for you somehow?" Zeona mumbled, not too loud, if there was anyone else near by, but enough for her Mistress Malcanthet to hear it. She trembles with flush and goosebumps spreading allover her body, staring into her Patron's eyes, with that enticing-punishing hand holding her head.
Gulping when the hand moves to her throat, but then losing herself into the kiss mumbling and moaning, the half elf panting with her ignited arousal and arching her body to push her boob into that palm... only for the words to fall over Zeona like cold water, clearing her head. When her nipples is pinched, she does not cry out, but bites her lip, electrified body makes her pussy clench on the wooden dildo, as she shudders with pleasure from the little pain. "I was stupid too, and weak... But who has me now? The attackers, the vengeful part of the family or the ones who planned it?"
Zeona did not say it, but she kind of hoped to have all of them be present, and maybe there would be some infighting... and of course she wished to have all of them go to hell, to be slaves of her Mistress if she so wished it too.