"I think," she hissed, "All things considered, that's a pretty fair deal." She smiled at me again, twisting those inviting lips into an evil, manipulative grin. "Your other option," she said, letting the thought hang. I guess her goal was to get me to mentally fill in the blank. I knew she could make me suffer for not acquiescing to her demands. And I still needed to get out of here and down to General Gavsot's battle front.
"Fine," I said hoarsely. "Three thousand demons. All yours." It was a calculated loss. A tactical treat. Or I was pussying out to fight another day. A tactical retreat. Whatever. The point was I'd be able to get away from Kivra, her grip on my throat, and her lithe body rubbing against me.
But, to my dismay, I discovered that simply giving in to her did not free me from her power as I'd hoped. Her hot, surprisingly unsexy breath was on my face again as she whispered, "What assurance do I have that you won't fuck me over a second time?"
Considering the plan was to fuck her over a second time, I struggled to find an acceptable reply. "My...word of honor?" I offered weakly.
Kivra didn't like that, but she released me--violently. She let go of my neck and brought her knee up into my ribs as I fell. I collapsed on the platform in front of her and she stood over me, giving me a clear view of her bare genitals and still managing to look imposing. As much as I wanted to look, I was kind of worried that she'd rip my arms off if she caught me staring.
She leaned forward as she towered over me, her breasts hanging pleasantly from her toned body. "Fuck your word of honor," she barked. "The reason you won't fuck me over a second time is because you need me as an ally and you do not want me as an enemy."
My neck was burning and my ribs ached. "Right," I said. "That's what I meant to say."
"Fuckin' right," Kivra sneered. "Now get the fuck out of my sight."