Sylvia was too lost in pleasure to offer any kind of reply to Mareth, her mind already being overwhelmed by the succubus's expert hands and tongue.  She let out another moan as Mareth began to tease her ears, and soon felt a second orgasm, as her back arched even more and her sex began to clamp down around Mareth's fingers.  Some of her juices flowed out, covering the bard's hand and staining the bedsheets.