Amara could do little except for scream in pleasure, her body already near its breaking point after the teasing that the previous day had inflicted on her. Her mind and body were exhausted, her barriers so very low...and she could do nothing as the succubus's words echoed in her ears, delving deep into her mind. As much as she would have hated the thought of it before, it was slowly...imprinting the succubus on her. It would never be permanent, but a part of her would<em>always</em>belong to the woman raping her.<br/><br/>But she was essentially incoherent by the time that the succubus made her next movement. She simply let out a cry of pleasure again at the thrust that attacked her cervix. The spell, while effective, wasn't intended for stopping a direct penetration of her womb. Her body resisted for only a few moments, and then she felt the spell shatter irrevocably, as the succubus pierced into the heart of her womb, her body utterly at the demon's mercy.