"Yes, it's me, Sylvia. But don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Mareth replied soothingly, stroking her hair gently for a moment, and then gestured downward at Sylvia's belly. "See? You're mine, now. Yes, I'm actually a much, much weaker succubus, not an elf at all, but that doesn't<em>really</em>matter, does it? I'm going to give you strength and pleasure, and you're going to defend me...aren't you?"