The warrior gasps as her body is wracked with another powerful orgasm, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she arches her back off the ground. "Yes," she pants, looking up at you with a mix of wonder and desire. "I understand... and I want more." She grinds against you harder, seeking to draw out every last drop of your potent seed.

The warrior groans in frustration as you pull out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. She watches lustfully as you roll away from her, your muscles rippling in the moonlight. "Just... give me a taste," she pleads, reaching out to touch your arm. "Please."

Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion finally claims her, but sleep doesn't come easily.

As you crush the demon beneath your palm, its body disintegrating into a pile of ooze and chitin, Isabel cries out in surprise and horror before covering her eyes with her hands. "Oh gods, Lucy! You didn't have to kill it like that!" she exclaims, clearly shaken by the sight.

You glance down at your now-clean hand and then back at her apologetically. "Sorry," you mutter. "Didn't think it would bother you."

Isabel looks uncertainly at you for a moment before nodding slowly. "I... suppose so," she says softly. You can tell that she's still shaken by what just happened but trusts your judgment enough to accept your explanation. The group continues onward, ever vigilant against the demonic forces that lurk in every shadow.

As the hours pass and they journey deeper into enemy territory, Isabel grows more and more tired. Her steps begin to lag behind yours and she leans heavily against one of her companions for support.