She hissed quietly to herself as she held her toy to her chest, wondering what this new emotion that filled her was. It was completely intolerable, and she knew it had to be from whatever had happened to her in the mountain. She guided the toy's head to her breast, and ran her hand through her hair. "Suckle."<br/><br/>She was merely stalling for time, as she fought an internal battle against the new emotions, and she wanted to scream when she realized she was losing. Against herself. Which only made her even angrier. "If you wanted, I guess you could stay here. Noone would know that a demoness raped you, unless you told them."<br/><br/>The words were out of her mouth before she even realized what she had said, and she wanted to tear her own throat out for issuing such soft, worthless words. But the choice to stay or go was in the toy's hands now, and no one had ever willingly stayed with her before. Not after they had found out what she was. It was a fact of being a succubus.