<em>Lemonscent, having physically been pushed almost past the point of endurance, and having taken mental abuse that, while she found it undeniably pleasurable, would be enough to cause most souls' wills to shatter into so many shards, mewls at the light petting, each stroke and caress magnified by the tenderness of her flesh. She shivers, giving a soft moan, as her mistress leans down to kiss her. The succubus barely manages to pull herself together enough to answer the fiendbinder's question.<br/><br/>"Gods yes."<br/><br/>To punctuate her point, the lithe demoness slithers up in the lap of her mistress and pulls her into a passionate kiss.<br/><br/>Maplepink, now resting quite comfortably with Reaver, with whom she toys curiously, though only lightly, constantly looking up into the hamatula's eyes as if asking permission, somehow simultaneously presenting to the helplessly intoxicated deviless a vision of mouth-watering sexuality and undeniable cuteness.</em>