You took a few long seconds to weigh your options on a mental scale, which was swiftly tipped by your indisputable infatuation with her bust. Instead of doing what's rational and struggling, you gave into her breathtaking embrace and squeezed the sides of her breasts, voluntarily increasing the pressure on your face.
"You're no hero at all, boy." the imp continued as she smirked at your pathetic display assisting her. "You couldn't even save your own dignity. Ah, such is the price of booby paradise. Hope you don't mind dying for it."
The lesser demon would stick her tongue out and play with you some more, rubbing her breasts around your face, lubricated from the saliva left from when she licked up your seed. At the same time, her tail would coil back and forth, like a snake climbing a tree trunk before doing it in reverse, then doing it all over again. All this made your resistance even more unlikely, even as your lungs started to burn, aching for oxygen, but less so than your mind desiring pleasure. The imp would notice your gradual weakness and bounced her chest against your face without lifting enough to allow a pocket of air.
"Oh? Is Mr. Dummy about to die? Make sure to cum one last time for me. I want to feel your cum on my back right as I send you to the next world!" the imp would cheer as she played with your face, as if your death was a trivial matter. And maybe it was. Using the last of your strength, you happily spurted your last while nuzzling your head deep into her cleavage.
The last thing you could hear before your consciousness faded was the demon's laughter, not knowing if it was out of amusement or ridicule.
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