Martha was being given some interesting knowledge, mainly that the sex devil had way more powers than she would normally be comfortable with anyone possessing. They were blurring lines, he claimed. The difference between reality and dreams was apparently rather fragile and they could bleed into each other. that was somehow both comforting and not really much at all. "That's a...ah- lot to process..." she managed. Her ability to argue or not was being stripped moment by moment, bit by bit. Why would she even try at this point. She'd already decided on the action itself, it was far from the type of thing she would stop doing before she was satisfied.
Ah, and according to the Sex Devil she was worrying too much. Of course she was, even if she was willing to accept not truly being human... being raised as one wouldn't lead her to immediately switching ideals or methodology. Did she think she could be held back by rules? Well that had some variables right. If this was a dream of some sort, even if it challenged reality in some way, it was likely lucid in which case she was in charge. Actually, his words seemed to imply that and unless she got clarification she'd likely take it that way. "Aah♥~" she moaned more. She might be held to rules somewhere but it wouldn't be here. That much was already obvious by the actions she was taking. Technically speaking if she couldn't get out of her own head enough to enjoy what was obviously great sex than she might be doing it wrong. That was fine... something she wasn't doing wrong current though, was accepting those movements. Actually, she was being moved away from her spot on the desk being... held up? Interesting, there hadn't even been wincing at such a lift, and he was still plunging into her at that! How exciting. She couldn't help the sudden shift made her latch onto him a bit, pressing her chest against him as her arms found a place to rest against his shoulders. Actually, like this it was more akin to a ride, and she'd found it was something she was quite good at... his movements would be met by movements of her own hips as well... she was a 'Rider' after all. And her physical form could react to such a thing regardless of their actions together... so she'd enjoy herself. This way, feeling that delightful pressure close in on her mind she'd find her form clenching his tool and a gentle flow of her own juices leaking down past his tool.