"Oh, you can<em>talk</em>, but you're not allowed to scream." Mareth spoke again, her fingers gentle as they drew the intricate runes across the tiefling's body. Her voice was soft, yet firm as she continued. "You are mine, or will be. But that, unfortunately, relies on my power...let's see if it's enough now, hmm?"<br/><br/>And with that, the succubus mounted the tiefling and thrust her tail in deep once more, writhing her tail inside as she began to pour a steady stream of her power into the woman in liquid form.