<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>The young elf was barely even conscious by the time that the woman enters the room, her body barely producing any ambrosia by this point as it was barely twitching.  She moaned softly, her head rolling backward and an eye cracking open to gaze at the demoness almost unseeingly, her body aching with every thrust into her, but the release finally granted...even if it was so overdone that she couldn't really think.