Despite all her pain and humiliation, if not indeed because of it, Lillian begins to give off signals as though she's nearing her climax. Her limbs tremble and she lets out a quick, yelping moan at every agonizing stab to her cervix. The poor succubus still struggles, albeit more weakly and halfheartedly by the second, until the explosion of shameful pleasure hits her. Arms and legs wrap around the succubus' demonic rapist, squeezing and convulsing erratically as every breath she tries to take catches silently in her throat. You know as well as anyone else that no creature alive can last through the sucking contractions of a succubus' pussy in the throes of climax, and as such, Bradley hilts deep and loud into his first victim as an entity of unstoppable lust. You can imagine how thoroughly he's filling her, the volume of his seed seeking a mortal womb to make teiflings. Unfortunately that seed, it's planted uselessly in the belly of another evil outsider. This time.