<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>"P-please...I...I can't bear it again..." Diadra's will to resist began to crack under the strain, then shattered entirely as she felt the writhing intrusions into her body and what they were doing to her, so very similar to what had happened before...yet so much more as her muscles tightened around the long, muscular shafts violating her.  She moaned again, tears coming freely as she tried to beg them, her mental resistance like a sieve as her mind went over the prior day's events over and over again, another encounter with a single succubus and the frustration of<em>that</em>event.  She shuddered in terror, trying to close her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her.  If the mistress of the house wanted her to suffer...she was going about it the right way.  But after a long moment Diadra began to obey, her fingers moving down the succubi's body and pushing a finger into the slick folds clumsily, unable to control her body anymore, with how weak and stimulated she was.  She whimpered at the thought of being milked, trying to ignore a tiny part of her that was stirring within, a part that liked how trapped she was, at the lack of choices and the very concept of being milked...a part that loved that she had given in.