Lyla was fine at first, but in relatively short order it was like the very air was being sucked from her lungs, her body unable to focus on anything except the kiss. The unending, eternal kiss which slowly came to dominate her attention, almost creating tunnel vision toward the succubus. When the kiss finally broke, though, she blinked, dazed by the attention, swirling heat pouring outward from her stomach as her nipples slowly hardened into points. At the whisper, though, she shook her head, whispering. "N-no...st-stop it...oh, gods...help me..."<br/><br/>Niarra couldn't hear them, but she could see what was happening, and it was...strange. Horrifying and fascinating by turn, utterly grasping her attention, and she meant to look away, but the gasps her childhood friend was making were too much to turn away from. And almost in spite of herself, she felt the faintest hint of arousal begin to form.