Mareth simply smiled as she pleasured the elf, driving her onward mercilessly. She dragged orgasm after orgasm from Sylvia's writhing body. Only when Sylvia was too exhausted to go on did Mareth stop, cradling and kissing the elf in the circle of her arms until the other woman went to sleep at last.<br/><br/>The succubus waited nearly half of an hour before she slipped out of the bed, and her body changed as she pulled a stone from her dress, a beautiful, almond shaped sapphire. A long, sinuous tail with a wider tip extended from her rear, and thin, almost delicate horns adorned her brow. Her body remained mostly the same, save for sinuous designs that played across her lower back and circled her navel before traveling down her legs in an oddly hypnotic pattern.<br/><br/>She gently placed the stone against Sylvia's forehead, and the stone slowly melded with the elf's flesh like a third eye as it began to glow a soft blue, anchoring her in the land of dreams. Only then did Mareth truly smile. She had permission to do whatever she liked to Sylvia...which was quite enough for what she intended. She pulled out a jar filled with a mixture of her own blood and sexual fluids and began to swiftly mark Sylvia's body around the navel and sex. Her touch extended upward to the breasts and Sylvia's face as well, drawing demonic runes of power. For a moment Mareth paused, nearing the end of the ritual, and she touched the gemstone on Sylvia's forehead, peering into her dreams curiously.