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Even though Amalie would prefer to have his head remained stuck on the Demon Lord's chest, it depend on said Demon Lord, who pulled his hands away before lightly pushing her.

As she find herself pushed, Amalie tried to turn, only to fail as ropes wrapped around her smaller figure.

Quickly, she found herself bound by it, the ropes preventing her from moving while making sure she was shown in the obscenest way possible.

"Ma-" she could not even finish screaming before a gag find itself in her mouth, preventing any noise from coming out.

As Amalie trashed around, the Demon Lord put a hand underneath her chin, his eyes seemingly gazing deep into her soul.

"Don't worry. I know how much you like being tied up." He commented, his hands went to her boobs before pinching, and pulling her nipples.

Amalie cried out a muffled groan, drool seeping slightly from whatever gap it could find.