Lilith’s restraint shattered.
She captured Sera’s lips again, this time with commanding hunger that
surprised even herself. Her hands found Sera’s waist, pulling their
bodies flush together in the warm water.
“Then feed I shall,” Lilith whispered against Sera’s mouth, the words flowing from her with unexpected authority.
Sera gasped as Lilith’s hands
began exploring her body with confident precision. Lilith marvelled at
her own boldness—these weren’t Jacob’s hesitant touches but something
primal and instinctive. Her fingers traced the curve of Sera’s breasts,
thumbs circling nipples that hardened beneath her touch.
“Lady Lilith,” Sera moaned as Lilith’s mouth moved to her neck, trailing kisses down the sensitive skin.
“Just Lilith,” she corrected, her voice a sultry purr she barely recognised. “When we’re like this, I’m just Lilith to you.”
Lilith’s mouth found Sera’s
breast, tongue swirling around the nipple before taking it between her
lips. She suckled gently, then with increasing pressure as Sera’s
breathing quickened. Her hands continued their exploration, sliding down
Sera’s stomach to the junction between her thighs.
How do I know exactly what to do?
Lilith wondered briefly before the thought dissolved in the heat of
desire. Her body seemed to operate on instinct, guided by some ancient
knowledge embedded in her succubus form.
Sera’s head fell back, exposing
her throat as Lilith’s fingers found her centre. “Oh gods,” she
whispered as Lilith began stroking with deliberate patience.
“Look at me,” Lilith commanded,
surprising herself with her dominance. When Sera’s eyes met hers,
Lilith felt a surge of power that had nothing to do with magic. “I want
to see your face when you come apart for me.”
Her fingers moved with
increasing urgency, circling Sera’s most sensitive spot before dipping
inside. Sera’s hips bucked against her hand, water splashing around
them.
“Please,” Sera begged, her voice breaking.
“Please what?” The words left Lilith’s mouth unbidden, teasing and demanding at once.
“Please don’t stop,” Sera gasped, her eyes locked with Lilith’s violet gaze.
Lilith added another finger,
curling them forward to find the spot that made Sera cry out. Her thumb
continued its circular motion, building Sera’s pleasure with relentless
precision.
“That’s it,” Lilith encouraged, watching Sera’s expression transform with approaching climax. “Let go for me.”
Sera’s body tensed, her inner
walls clenching around Lilith’s fingers as she cried out. Lilith
maintained her rhythm through the waves of pleasure, drawing out Sera’s
orgasm until she collapsed forward against Lilith’s chest, breathing
heavily.
“By the old gods,” Sera murmured against Lilith’s skin. “That was…”
“We’re just getting started,” Lilith promised, her own need pulsing between her legs.
After allowing Sera a moment to
recover, Lilith guided her to the bath’s edge, positioning herself with
her back against the smooth stone. She spread her legs invitingly, her
blue skin glistening with water and arousal.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Sera moved between Lilith’s
thighs with reverent determination. Her touch was gentler than Lilith’s
had been, more exploratory. She traced the contours of Lilith’s perfect
form, hands gliding over her breasts and stomach before venturing lower.
“You’re beautiful,” Sera whispered, leaning forward to press her lips to Lilith’s inner thigh.
Lilith’s wings fluttered
involuntarily as Sera’s mouth moved higher. When Sera’s tongue finally
made contact with her centre, Lilith gasped, her tail curling
reflexively around Sera’s arm.
“Yes,” she hissed, one hand tangling in Sera’s wet hair to guide her. “Just like that.”
Sera’s tongue explored with
increasing confidence, circling and flicking before pressing inside.
Lilith felt her mana heart pulse with each wave of pleasure, magical
energy building within her core alongside physical desire.
This is nothing like before,
Lilith thought hazily. Neither Jacob’s experiences with women nor her
own solitary explorations had prepared her for this intensity. Every
nerve ending seemed hyper-sensitised, responding to Sera’s touch with
overwhelming feedback.
As Sera added her fingers to
complement her tongue’s movements, Lilith felt herself approaching the
edge. Her hips moved of their own accord, seeking more contact, more
pressure, more everything.
“Sera,” she moaned, the name a plea and praise combined.
When orgasm claimed her,
Lilith’s back arched, water cascading around them as her wings spread
wide. Magical energy crackled visibly across her skin, small arcs of
violet electricity dancing between her horns.
Before the sensations could
fully subside, Lilith pulled Sera up for a passionate kiss, tasting
herself on the half-demon’s lips. Desire still burned within her, barely
diminished by her release.
“I need more,” Lilith whispered against Sera’s mouth. “I need to feel you against me.”
With fluid grace, Lilith
repositioned them, guiding Sera until their legs intertwined, centres
pressed together in the warm water. She rolled her hips experimentally,
drawing a gasp from both of them as pleasure sparked anew.
“Move with me,” Lilith instructed, establishing a rhythm that Sera quickly matched.
Their bodies rocked together,
water sloshing around them as the friction built exquisite tension.
Lilith watched Sera’s face, captivated by the play of pleasure across
her features. She reached forward, fingers finding Sera’s breasts,
pinching and rolling her nipples as their lower bodies maintained their
sensuous dance.
“Lilith,” Sera moaned, her movements becoming more urgent. “I’m close again.”
“Together,” Lilith demanded, her own pleasure spiralling toward release. “Look at me while we come.”
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Their eyes locked as their
movements became frantic, desperate. When climax claimed them
simultaneously, Lilith felt something new awaken within her—a hunger
deeper than physical desire. Without conscious thought, she reached for
Sera’s life essence, drawing it into herself through their connected
bodies.
Energy flowed between them,
visible as faint luminous threads connecting their hearts. The sensation
was indescribable—pleasure multiplied exponentially as Sera’s vitality
poured into Lilith, feeding her demonic nature. Lilith’s mana heart
expanded, absorbing the energy with insatiable greed.
Too much, a distant part of Lilith’s mind warned. You’ll kill her.
With tremendous effort, Lilith
severed the connection, cutting off the flow of energy before it could
drain Sera completely. The abrupt cessation left both women gasping,
clinging to each other in the cooling water.
“What… was that?” Sera asked weakly, her body trembling against Lilith’s.
Lilith held Sera close,
supporting her as the half-demon’s strength ebbed. “I fed from you,” she
admitted, shame and satisfaction warring within her. “I’m sorry—I
didn’t mean to take so much.”
“Don’t apologise,” Sera murmured, her voice faint but steady. “It was… incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Lilith helped Sera to the
bath’s edge, concern replacing desire as she noted the pallor beneath
Sera’s normally vibrant complexion. “Rest,” she instructed, summoning a
shadow servant to bring refreshments. “I took too much of your energy.”
Sera smiled weakly. “Worth it.”
As Lilith cradled Sera against
her chest, she marvelled at what had just transpired. The feeding had
been unlike anything she’d experienced before—not just physically
pleasurable but spiritually fulfilling. For those brief moments when
their essences had connected, Lilith had felt complete in a way she
never had as Jacob.
Yet the ease with which she’d
nearly drained Sera frightened her. Her body had known exactly what to
do, acting on instinct to satisfy its demonic hunger. If she hadn’t
stopped herself…
“Here,” Lilith said, accepting a goblet from the shadow servant and helping Sera drink. “This will help restore your strength.”
Sera sipped the sweet liquid,
colour gradually returning to her cheeks. “So that’s how a succubus
feeds,” she observed, her voice stronger. “The stories don’t do it
justice.”
“I haven’t… it’s been quite…,” Lilith struggled to explain, not wanting to reveal too much about her situation.
“Been a while since you’ve
fed?” Sera asked with surprising perceptiveness, her eyes reflecting
understanding rather than judgement.
Lilith nodded, relieved at Sera’s interpretation. It was easier than trying to explain the impossible truth about herself.
“Well,” Sera said, a playful
smile dancing at her lips despite her weakened state, “I happily
volunteer to be your regular meal whenever you need sustenance. Consider
me an enthusiastic donor to your continued wellbeing.”
Despite her lingering concern,
Lilith couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rich and melodious in the
steamy air. “You might want to reconsider that generous offer when you
can actually stand again without swaying.”
“I seriously doubt it,” Sera
replied, her amber eyes meeting Lilith’s with unmistakable sincerity and
a hint of desire that transcended her exhaustion. “I knew exactly what
you were when I agreed to this journey, Your Majesty. I just had no idea
how exquisite being your sustenance would feel. The stories don’t
capture even a fraction of the experience.”
With gentle care, Lilith helped
Sera from the bath, wrapping her in plush towels and tenderly drying
her skin before effortlessly lifting her into her arms. She carried Sera
to a bed the shadow servants had prepared nearby, laying her down with a
gentleness that belied her demonic nature.
As Sera drifted toward sleep,
her breathing growing deeper and more rhythmic, Lilith sat beside her,
watching over her with a storm of conflicted emotions swirling inside.
The feeding had awakened
something primal within her—something ancient and hungry that both
thrilled and terrified her. This wasn’t just roleplaying a character
anymore; she was becoming Lilith in truth, with all the power, desires,
and ravenous hunger that entailed. The boundary between Jacob and Lilith
was blurring with each passing day.
* * *
Vespera Nightingale knelt at
the forest clearing, her fingers hovering above dark stains that marred
the earth. To untrained eyes, these might appear as mere shadows cast by
the afternoon sun filtering through the canopy. To her, they told a
different story.
“Blood,” she murmured, her human disguise perfectly maintained despite her growing unease. “Solarian blood.”
The battle had occurred perhaps
a day earlier. Five distinct patterns of blood splatter marked the
clearing, yet not a single corpse remained. Vespera pressed her palm
against the largest stain, closing her eyes to better sense the
lingering magical residue.
Power had been unleashed
here—significant power. The magical signature left behind spoke of
spells far beyond what typical Inquisitors wielded. Whoever these
Solarians had faced was no ordinary opponent.
“Seventh circle,” she
whispered, genuine surprise colouring her voice. Few beings in this age
could cast such powerful magic. Vespera herself knew only a single
eighth circle spell—a devastating working that would leave her drained
and vulnerable for days afterward.
She rose, circling the clearing
methodically. The absence of bodies was telling. Either the victor had
been fastidious in removing evidence, or the bodies themselves had been…
consumed. The thought sent a chill through her that had nothing to do
with the forest’s cool shade.
“Seraphina, what have you gotten yourself into?”
For decades, Vespera had
maintained a constant magical connection to her granddaughter through
the protective amulet she’d crafted. That connection had vanished
yesterday, plunging her into a cold panic she hadn’t felt since finding
Seraphina in that Solarian prison.
Then, mere hours ago, a
flicker—Seraphina’s magical signature had briefly reappeared, moving
rapidly across the landscape. Too rapidly for normal travel. The
signature had tracked northwest, directly toward Solarian territory,
before vanishing again as suddenly as it had appeared.
“Flying,” Vespera concluded, studying the pattern of magical residue. “Someone transported you through the air.”
But who? And to where? The
second disappearance troubled her deeply. Had her captor discovered the
tracking enchantment? Was Seraphina being held in some magically
shielded location? Or was something else entirely at play?
Vespera moved to the centre of
the clearing, where the magical residue was strongest. Kneeling once
more, she pressed both palms against the earth and closed her eyes,
reaching deeper with her senses.
Beneath the Solarian magic,
nearly masked by its brightness, lurked something darker. Something
ancient. The magical signature was unlike anything Vespera had
encountered in centuries—not since the fall of Nocturne itself.
“Demonic,” she whispered, her perfect human disguise flickering momentarily as shock rippled through her. “High demonic.”
Not the lesser demonic energy
of half-breeds like Seraphina, nor the middling power of lesser demons
who occasionally slipped through from the Wastelands. This was the magic
of the ancient houses, the noble bloodlines that had ruled Nocturne
before its fall.
Vespera’s mind raced. Had some
ancient demon lord emerged from hiding? Was Seraphina in their clutches?
The protection amulet should have activated if Seraphina felt
threatened, unless…
Unless Seraphina hadn’t perceived the encounter as a threat.
Rising to her feet, Vespera
made her decision. The magical trail, though faded, was still
discernible to one of her abilities. It led northwest, toward the
Solarian border—the very direction she’d sensed Seraphina moving before
her signature vanished again.
“Foolish girl,” she muttered, though the words carried more worry than anger. “What game are you playing?”
Vespera adjusted her travelling
cloak, ensuring her human disguise was flawless. The border regions
were dangerous even for one as skilled at concealment as herself.
Solarian patrols had increased threefold in recent months, their
zealotry fuelled by rumours of increased demonic activity in the
Wastelands.
If Seraphina had indeed crossed
into Solarian territory—willingly or otherwise—Vespera would need all
her centuries of cunning to follow safely.
“Hold on, little one,” she whispered to the empty air. “Whatever trouble you’ve found, I’m coming.”
With a last look at the
bloodstained clearing, Vespera set off northwest, following the faint
trail of demonic magic. After centuries of careful hiding, of preserving
what little remained of their heritage while keeping Seraphina safe,
Vespera was stepping directly into danger.
But she had little choice.
Seraphina was all she had left—the last living reminder of her beloved
son. And Vespera would face the entire Solarian Empire alone before
abandoning her to whatever power had spirited her away.