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.