<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>Shuddering, Diadra did as she was asked, nibbling, biting, letting her tongue play across the succubus as she used the demon roughly, her fingers plunging in as deep as she could.  The worst part was her own arousal, and how it grew still more as her hair was pulled and she was pressed into the demon's breast.  But she could do little but...dance.  Dance like a marionette with their tails as the strings, her muscles feeling every stroke and vibration within her.