Kytana gasped softly, but she held on to her lusts as best she could in the onslaught. Sweat tricked over her brow as if it were a physical fight. She was sure this could be done without giving into the wonton leeds of her body.
Then she saw an opening, like a gaping maw. She was sure that was the lustuous demon. Her grip on his hand tightened, not painfully but enough that it would take damage to them both to pry them apart.
Instead of releasing what she felt into the force she thrust it at the demon. Along with the life force she channeled through herself. But she was taking a toll, not giving into her body's wants. She panted with the strain.