Ever since he defeated Leviathan, Asmodeus noticed a great change in his mental state and morals. In the past, he might've knocked the beastwoman out or found a way to cure her without fucking her.
Yet now he could feel emotions... not just see or guess them.
At that moment, it was the woman's most depraved desire to breed with the young and handsome man in the street.
'That drug they used is dangerous.'
From what he understood from the woman's actions, words and explanation. It practically removed the natural inhibitors of common sense and shame.
"Now then..." He glanced down at the quivering beauty. "...Her ass is so erotic."
The Beastwoman's movements finally lost their frantic rhythm as the poison-induced heat inside her began to collapse. She sagged backwards against Asmodeus's chest, breathing heavily with her animal ears flattened against her hair, while the strength slowly returned to her glassy eyes.
