Smiling all the while, Mareth kissed Sylvia deeply, stroking her body as her tail delved deep into the beautiful elf, the designs slowly growing to full power as she did so. They would activate fully, binding and corrupting the elf, when she climaxed within the elven woman and deposited her power inside her. Unless the woman managed to resist, of course, though her various permissions<em>should</em>prevent such from occurring. Her tail moved at a slow pace to begin with, and slowly began to accelerate its pace. Her hands played with the elf's breasts, pressing her against the bed firmly.<br/><br/>Within the dream the nymph kissed and nibbled at Sylvia's ears, her gentle, delicate hands caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples, tugging at them teasingly. The tentacle within her body was warm, almost hot, as it delved into her body. For five, then ten minutes it kept on going, building its attentions almost ruthlessly. When it finally climaxed, it did so deep within Sylvia's body, spilling hot liquid into her womb in a long, potent stream.<br/><br/>The fire building within Mareth was a furnace, preparing to be released in a torrent of pleasure and power. At least, that's how it felt to her, even if other demons would laugh at it. She managed to hold out for ten minutes atop Sylvia before her will began to break down at last, and she let out a soft, ecstatic cry as fire ripped through her body. A potent stream of hot aphrodisiac rushed down her tail and burst into Sylvia, and Mareth looked down at the elf eagerly, hoping that this would work right, that she'd gain the elf as her first servant.