The demon stood out of the dungeon hearing the moans, but he couldn't wait long holding Denisa in his arms after suppressing all his lust, it was getting hard "Master" he calls for him
Aamon looks at the entrance of the dungeon and the smell, the intoxicating smell calling him and waking his hidden desires, even though Denisa was not carrying the pouch she still carried the smell with her.
The demon stood holding Denisa in his arms as she was still unconscious, her head falling and him pulling her up to not strain her neck and feel the pain after waking up "Lucian" Aamon calls him seeing him holding the girl, he just wears his coat as he walked to her quickly scanning her, the smell was making him want her, he was keeping his calm but he knows the demons around him will not keep their calm.