Still pressing you down onto the table by your neck, Bradley releases his grip on your breast to give it a harsh slap that would have a mortal woman in tears. With that done, he begins tearing at the trousers you borrowed from Astrid, yanking them down your legs without a single care for the fabric or your own comfort. Once pulled completely off, the garment is thrown across the room, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. Your "brother" grips his rigid member by the base and aims it into you, slamming home with one sharp thrust. It's a far cry from the thick, filling cock of an incubus, but the dominated mortal sure has enthusiasm going for him.<br/><br/>As this goes on, Lillian does some stripping of her own, spurred on by the sight of your assault and the whipping of your tail. She practically rips the clothing off of herself, taking a deep breath once free of a top far too small for her busty new form. Her skirt, the only one she owned in her mortal life, doesn't entirely survive the hasty trip down her broad hips and plump ass either. The slutty succubus in training doesn't care, though. She has to feel herself all over, experiencing the enhanced sensitivity of her body in this new world of sinful carnality you're showing her.