Illania slowly lost herself in the pleasure, panting and moaning. It was odd that her pleasure seemed to slightly<em>decrease</em>when she was untied, and she groaned, letting the demoness ravage her. She was totally under Aluriel's sway, and her mind slowly...shifted. And when the miasma filled her body, the priestess moaned again, shivering as she gasped out. "W-whatever you wish...Mistress Aluriel..."<br/><br/>Sylvia was smiling, stretching as she slowly adjusted to her newfound strength. She looked over her arms, and smiled as she looked back at Aluriel, her voice low and husky. "I feel...wonderful. Stronger than before, and I ache to fill and be filled. Oh, it's just wonderful...though I do wonder about the skin tone a little, My Lady."