He seemed a bit perplexed by this turn of events, but as she predicted, more than willing to roll with it. She let out a moan when he gripped her neck tighter, relaxing into it. She might as well enjoy it, right? She tried hard not to think about the prospect of maybe being fucked to death and just enjoy the sensations, sliding her eyes closed. Her back touched his chest, and it wasn't uncomfortable, but he felt colder the more she heated up. And, at the very least, this was giving her a good full-body warm up. She wouldn't freeze to death, probably. Probably. His hand on her stomach was cold as well, as was his cock inside of her, though that could barely compete with her own growing heat.
He could nuzzle pretty easily against her hair and the top of her head in this position, and did. The sensation made her hum, a happy sort of noise. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but she liked it. She kept one hand on his over her neck, both so that she could encourage him to grip tighter and so that she could fwap him if he suddenly started strangling her. Breathplay with a demon sounded like a super bad idea. She was still trying not to die.
Her other hand she let trail backwards and then up, tracing over his shoulder, the back of his neck, curiously. Then, finally, into his hair. She splayed her hands into it as he thrust suddenly, dramatically up inside of her. Her back arched away from him slightly and she groaned loudly. The new angle made her light up inside; in a few strokes he'd be properly soaked. Then it would get easier, she told herself. And the beating of his wings unexpectedly thrilled her as well, the sensation of air around her coming alive with movement.
He thrust again, and she sort of whined, sort of moaned, still unable to decide if she was feeling more pleasure or pain. At the moment, however, both were starting to be much more welcome.