Orcus
Her voice was not unwelcome in his mind, but every step it took was circuitous. It echoed between hedges of steel and black mirrors that crossed and overlapped over the paths that were there to find, leaving it to wander equally through every direction that existed there, and those that merely seemed to.
Orcus throbbed around her tail, swelling and hard, sliding on the demon's folds, and hungrily covered her mouth. His canines brushed her lips, and they swapped saliva messily before he parted, laughing.
"You're not very fair," he said. Stifling a groan, he cupped her sizeable rear, digging his fingers in. "But you are perceptive. Albeit the event was, mmm, maybe not to your liking, did nothing stand out to you in the competitors? In those called Uria, Zeke, and Nanako? They interest me."