Amara tried to resist it for a time, then tried to embrace it, to overpower the device holding her away from orgasm. When neither worked, though, she simply despaired of it, feeling the magic holding her there, the slight corruption in the air pulsing in time with her heartbeat and desire, trying to creep into her body. But it was slowly eroding at her will, and her mind. The day slowly turned into a blur of pleasure and agony, twisting through her body.<br/><br/>When the succubus entered the room, the elf slowly turned her head, tears in her eyes, and blinked, trying to gain a degree of coherence. When she spoke, it was breathless and in tears. "You...why..."<br/><br/>She blinked several more times, then her resistance collapsed, and she spoke. "Fine...you win. I'll do it. I can't...can't survive this...much longer."