As she lay on the bed still in the afterglow of intense orgasm, Melony grunted lewdly as the long softening member was removed from inside her.  She lay there a few moments trembling, her body dealing with multiple fronts of shock, sudden and rapid healing, intense orgasm, and what amounted to a type of drunkenness from Kerelith's breastmilk.  She began to sob softly as she lay there.  She still felt the incredible release of energy every time she had an orgasm, but it was always a thousandfold more powerful when the demoness induced it.<br/><br/>First and foremost on her mind, despite herself, was the breastmilk she had just consumed.  She wanted more, even now when she was nearly sick from it, her belly distended like that of a pregnant woman.  Even as Kerelith picked her up to carry her to the bathroom she found herself pawing for that huge nipple closest to her mouth, trying, reaching, stretching, seeking more.  It was only the succubus's instance and gentle nudging her away that kept her from pressing her open mouth to it again and drinking hungrily or at least trying to.<br/><br/>She lay back in the tub quietly as Breakfast bathed her.  She could feel the flesh had returned to her arms and legs, but it still felt new, and it was like learning how to used them all over again.  Her arms moved clumbsily after her weeks of confinement and it was like her brain was trying to teach the muscles and sinue the language it spoke so they could work together for the simplest tasks.<br/><br/>She was facinated as well as embarrassed when she looked down at the thick gloubial cloud slowly coming out of her pussy in the water.  Copious amounts of demon seed were slowly oozing out of her inner walls save for that amount her body naturally obsorbed.  She looked at Breakfast and apologized but got a little smile and a nod in return.  It was the longest conversation they had ever had.<br/><br/>Once she was washed... twice... she was stood up on shaky legs.  It was like being a newborn foal, trying to stand for the first time.  Everything was there but the skill involved in making it happen.  Wish support from Breakfast, Kerelith dried her off with the towel and wrapped it around her.  She was forced by necessity to lean heavily on Kerelith as she stumbled along in their walk.  Breakfast had stayed behind to clean the chamber.<br/><br/>Melony fumbled and walked unsteadily.  In fact, she realized that without the demon she would not be able to get around at all.  It was like her legs had forgotten how to work.  She could feel all the impulses from her brain going to the muscles, but they simply were not yet coordinated.  Her ankles turned in odd angles, she couldn't keep her knees straight, and her hips could not decide which direction they were going.  All the strength was there, but none of the dexterity.  She struggled along with Kerelith's surprisingly patient help.  She wondered how long she would be dependent of the demoness to get around, and if perhaps that was the plan all along, much how a shepherd will often break the leg of a wandering lamb so it must be carried for so long and learns to stay close to and depend upon the shepherd, never wondering off again even once it is healed and grown.  She shivered to think of the old bible school story becoming relevant in a hellish place like this.  Was that was she was here?  A lamb amongst shepherds of fire?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>