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Lilith's plump velvety lips wrapped securely, lovingly, around Bianca's left nipple and sucked her tender bud into her hungry, wanton maw. Lilith's hair, like a brilliant orange fire, spilled out over her face and across Bianca's exposed chest; even obscuring the woman's other, neglected, breast in the mass of curls. Gently, Lilith squeezed the base of Bianca's tender mound just as the tip of her tongue flicked across the pebble hard nipple. Her left hand had disappeared under the thick tangle of blue-green covers seconds before and trailed down Bianca's toned stomach with a feathers light caress. Pausing only once, twice, to trace Bianca's belly button. Right as Lilith's digits started to sink between Bianca's thighs, Lilith moaned against Bianca's wetted dark flesh. A deep, throaty groan that bespoke more of her lust and urgency than pleasure; not that there was any lack of the former, of course.
The bedroom was bathed in thick, almost oppressive, darkness brought on by the night. White, brilliant light spilled out from the opened bathroom door from across the room and provided enough illumination for one to see shapes and the suggestion of color. This phantom not-quite-light framed Lilith's head, as well, and further set her fiery mane ablaze against the encroaching darkness. Almost as if holding the rest of the world back from collapsing in upon the two naked lovers twisted onto one another.
Dipping further, Lilith's fingers grazed along the outer lips of Bianca's sex. Tilting her head back a few inches, Lilith allowed Bianca's nipple to pop free from her mouth and opened her amber gold eyes. Somehow, the dazzling, near luminescent, orbs had not been veiled by her hair; not that Lilith allowed Bianca the opportunity to gaze deep of her fill, however, as she shifted on her shoulder to rise higher than Bianca's breasts. Nestling her face into the crook of her lover's neck, Lilith parted her lips once more and kissed against Bianca's neck. Rocking her hips, Lilith ground her own slickened cunt against Bianca's warm outer thigh.
"It's been soo long." Lilith's voice whispered in a soft purr into Bianca's ear while her fingers spread the woman's pussy. Before another moan of desire could escape her lips, Lilith leaned further forwards to nip at the bottom of Bianca's earlobe. Just enough to 'show' her teeth. "I missed you," Lilith added before sinking a single finger into Bianca's honey pot with one fluid push. Burying her digit all the way to her knuckle in Bianca's tight, molten hot hole. She twisted her wrist one way and then the other while flexing her finger inside Bianca's sex to explore the woman's walls without reservation or hesitation.
Heat seared throughout Bianca’s bare figure like wildfire, the flames especially concentrating on each region of her form that yielded to the affection it received. Her eyes were shut, enhancing the sensations she basked in, particularly upon her pert breasts. Lithe arms enveloped the body beside her instinctively as she groaned in hopes of prolonging the fire that burned in the pit of her belly and locking the catalyst of such a feeling in her embrace. Although Bianca expected the hard angles of a man arousing her, she was met with the soft curves of a woman stimulating her. Perhaps in a time wherein Bianca wasn’t cursed with a tragic dry spell, she would be alarmed by her companion. But when a divorcée was deprived of a lover’s caress for the last three years, there was naught she could do but savor the pleasure no matter who she obtained it from. Unconsciously, Bianca’s body arched to the touch that traversed her flesh and to the lips that suckled on her buds obligingly, her digits sinking onto the blaze of curls to hold the woman close to her chest. How the vixen ignited Bianca’s libido seemingly promised unadulterated bliss once her fingers ventured between the latter’s legs, a possibility Bianca so direly wished to explore.
Her longing was short-lived when what she wished for came true.
“Lilith…” Bianca rasped hoarsely as she recognized who the mystery lady was, infusing passion and suspicion into her companion’s name. The biologist’s womanhood was soaked when Lilith stroked her there, mirroring the other woman’s arousal against her thigh, her petals tender and ripe for the taking. Her dark gaze leveled with golden hues briefly before Bianca tilted her head askance to welcome Lilith’s ministrations on the column of her neck. Much like a hummingbird’s wings, her pulse thrummed, and she feared that it would be palpable to the lips fixated on her neck. “H-How’d you get out of th—oh!”
Any inquiry Bianca had melted into a moan as Lilith’s finger delved into her sex. She clung to Lilith as if the redhead was her sanity, her nails embedding on the freckled flesh of the woman with one hand on her rear and the other on her back. Her walls quivered at the intruder that wreaked an ardent havoc unto her body, jerking her hips towards Lilith. The sexual drought Bianca lived in ended as Lilith lavished her with a lurid downpour. Yet in spite of that, a seed of unease still resided within Bianca in the midst of her circumstances. As much as she wished to continue, the biologist merely couldn’t ignore her gut. Subtly but firmly, Bianca managed to drape herself atop Lilith, straddling the femme as she whimpered at the loss of Lilith’s finger within her.
From her position above the redhead, Lilith was not as daunting without the light lending her the illusion of a fiery lioness. It didn’t leave Bianca less aroused, though. Planting her hands on either side of Lilith’s head, Bianca loomed over the female with a conflicted expression, her bosom rising and falling erratically and her nipples glistening with saliva. Her essence seeped past her nethers and onto Lilith’s groin, her clit yearning to be rubbed. All Bianca needed to do was gyrate her hips, and that carnal friction would come… No, she shouldn’t.
“You,” Bianca breathed, “shouldn’t be here.”
Lilith groaned into the curve of Bianca's neck as she ground her own sensitive clit against her lover's outer thigh. Mimicking the slow, deliberate pace her fingers wrought within Bianca's molten hot honey pot. "Does it matter?" The redhead purred in response to the first question semi-coherently asked of her. Flexing her finger inside Bianca's sex, Lilith purposefully caressed the tip of her digit across the biologist's g-spot; just enough to elicit a reaction from the woman and nothing more. A tease, perhaps a promise, of additional attention and adoration the longer the pair shared the bed.
A soft whimper escaped Lilith's lips as she was rolled onto her back and straddled around the waist. Her near luminous red mane of curls spilled out across the pillows and, despite the lack of back lighting from the bathroom, still burned like a fire against the night; matching her almost ember-like eyes that smoldered lust and desire. Each of her gold-red orbs almost magnetic in attraction to one's gaze. "Why not?" Lilith hummed back, rocking her hips upwards smoothly toward Bianca. She could feel the heat of the other woman's sex against her lower stomach and craved to have it once more. "I'm right where I need to be," She added before her tongue slipped out of her mouth to slither along the seal of her rosy lips; just enough for Bianca to notice the muscle and, of course, wet her parched lips. "Aren't I?" The redhead added before bucking her hips once more as she reached up to cup each of Bianca's pert breasts.
Lilith squeezed Bianca's dark mounds tenderly as if she were kneading dough; timing each to coincide with the wave-like movements of her haunches. Arching her back, Lilith could change the angle of how Bianca straddled her and bring the two even closer together. "How long has it been?" Lilith half groaned in need before continuing, "Anything you want." She'd seen into Bianca's mind the moment the two had crossed paths and the need that called forth from Bianca's neglected libido was evident to Lilith's disciplined insights. Not the simple animistic urges her usual targets, young adult college students, presented. No, Bianca's lust had been buried and forgotten for years; morphing into a something so raw and primal it registered to Lilith without her even looking.
Her sex tingled with the sensation of a blunted release, her erogenous zones stimulated right to the brink but not enough to tip her over just yet. Had Bianca crossed that line, she doubted that she could have had the strength to reverse her position with Lilith. However, that strength began to wane the longer she was perched atop her companion. Every movement Lilith did while she was underneath her was a hypnotic seduction that enticed the biologist and weathered her inhibitions. Lilith’s rolling hips inspired the pleasantest of frictions upon Bianca’s nethers, her moistening of lips unknowingly tempted the brunette with raw fascination, and her palming upon Bianca’s mounds ignited her all at once. Her body trembled as her hands cupped Lilith’s, partly to anchor herself and partly to encourage the other femme, pressing the woman’s hands deeper into the lush flesh of her breasts.
“Don’t answer a question with a question.” Bianca rasped, her empirical nature rearing its head absentmindedly in the heat of things, whilst evading her companion’s inquiry herself to the best of her abilities. The redhead’s undulations magnetized the biologist towards her, her dark figure eclipsing the paler form beneath her, their bosoms sliding against one another in luscious tandem. Ebon and rose. Her face sank in the tangle of locks, a feminine and aromatic scent beguiling her senses as her parted bows leveled with Lilith’s ear. It was there that a whispered confession parachuted off of Bianca’s lips before she could restrain herself. “It’s been far too long… three years… three torturously dry years.”
Three years of self-love in this phantom facility hardly prepared Bianca for a fervid affair with one of mankind’s enemies, though. As she lavished Lilith’s earlobe with nips and kisses, Bianca explored the galaxy-dappled skin of her visitor, squeezing her breast and tugging at her nipple provocatively. The divorcee had yet to experience the wonders of bedding the fairer sex, thus her investigative touch between the redhead’s legs. A digit outlined Lilith’s slit, collecting the moisture she oozed to further lubricate her vulva and polish her clit. Lilith was desirably soft, all womanly curves and sinuous eroticism. One’s sexuality was irrelevant in her presence.While Bianca’s curiosity and arousal bloomed at each rub, her desire to climax still reigned supreme.
“I just want to come gushing.” The brunette admitted hoarsely, her voice laden with yearning and her mind heady with lust “Just for tonight…”
And so, Bianca peeled herself away from Lilith momentarily, shifting to a position wherein her nethers aligned with her companion’s face and Lilith’s sex greeted the biologist’s gaze. Such a position would satisfy both Bianca’s sapphic interest as well as her aching libido. Suckling on the finger that had been previously stroking Lilith’s entrance, she slid it knuckle-deep within whilst adorning Lilith’s clit with hot, wet smooches and sucks.
Heat, raw and unfiltered, radiated forth from Lilith's porcelain pale flesh in waves that matched the erratic fluttering of her heartbeat; coaxing her ebony lover closer, like a moth to a flame. "How about you make me?" Lilith taunted back with a twitch of her brow before sucking on on her bottom lip to stifle a moan that threatened to tear out from her chest. With seasoned artistry, Lilith ensnared each of Bianca's darkened nipple between her thumb and forefinger of each greedy paw before squeezing tenderly. With just the slightest tremble of her wrists, she tugged at the sensitive buds prior to releasing her grip as the other femme lowered herself onto Lilith's curvaceous build. Electing to, instead, wrap her arms underneath the woman's armpits and entangle her fingers into her brunette tresses.
The electric contact of flesh against flesh this time, however, elicited a deep, guttural groan from Lilith's rosy lips. Her breath catching in the back of her throat the moment the swell of her breasts brushed against Brianca's bosom and left the redhead yearning for something...more.
Feeling Bianca's breath against her neck, Lilith tilted her head to the side to grant whatever tract of her skin the woman desired. Closing her smoldering amber eyes in order to fully drink in the sensation of lips against her speckled flesh. Lilith's mass of curls seemed to envelop Bianca's head the deeper she delved into the navel of Lilith's collar; washing the divorcee in a sweet aroma of strawberries and cream. Feeling Bianca's exploratory hand slinking across her tummy, Lilith's legs spread without hesitation. Like most women of the age, Lilith's womanhood was wholly shaved and smooth as silk. She did, however, sport a tuft of rusty red pubic hair. "That drought ends to-" She'd started to respond before Bianca's digit grazed across her aching clit, causing a primal moan to choke her throat. Her hips reflexively rising to push her slickened cunt against her dark lover's inquisitive touch.
"That's what I wanted to hear," Lilith growled back; her tongue snacking across her plump lips a heartbeat later.
A being born of desire and pleasure, Lilith's entire physiology, as if designed, enticed a person to indulge their every wanton need. Not only in the curves of her hips or swell of her chest, either, but also in the very taste of her nectar. Sweeter than a human's, though not by much, and with just the faintest suggestion of vanilla. Thicker, too, and sticky as syrup.
The redhead pushed herself up to better rest her head on the pillow behind her while Bianca repositioned herself. Lifting her hands, Lilith planted each of her palms on the woman's pert round rear and used her thumbs to spread the lips of her vulva. Purposefully, she moaned aloud so her damp, hot breath swirled across Bianca's parted slit. Her tongue lashed out from her mouth to glide, in one single motion, up the entire length of Bianca's cunt; starting first at the woman's need swollen clit and traveling between her folds to circle her tight hole. Lilith repeated her motion a handful of times before her thumbs spread Bianca further. A heartbeat later, Lilith's serpentine-like muscle wriggled into Bianca's depths.
Everything about Lilith—her touch, her scent, her heat—ingrained itself in Bianca, intoxicating the darker femme in a licentious fugue. Perhaps it was the residual tingling that afflicted her buds when Lilith tugged upon them or the heady fragrance that suffused her senses when she invaded the redhead’s personal space but Bianca relished the reactions she elicited from her companion. They were an aria Bianca desired to keep on repeat in spite of the challenge that Lilith taunted her with. Her companion was as reactive as herself, and it was a trait that Bianca found irrevocably erotic. Lilith’s body was the keys of a piano, seducing Bianca into playing a sinful sonata with each note she provoked from her. Dancing her fingers fluidly against Lilith’s core, Bianca curled and thrust her digits within her companion, seeking to affect the pale dame like how she affected her.
Whilst her fingers were submerged in the slickest and rawest crevice of Lilith’s figure, Bianca tended to the other woman’s glossy pearl with utmost dedication. Her flavor was unearthly delicious, spurring Bianca to scour her tongue upon the rosy nub in hopes of stimulating her enough to ooze more of her ambrosia. The devotion the biologist exhibited in her affections dithered when Lilith returned her ministrations in small yet powerful doses. Feeling herself parted and exposed, she was no longer able to conceal her bare and dripping need from the other femme, her nethers visibly clenching in response to the sultry breath that caressed her. It resulted to a desperate whimper from the biologist, prompting Bianca to slide her knees further apart until her sex lowered atop the vixen. That whimper was exacerbated to a guttural groan when Lilith finally, finally, used her tongue on her gash and her rosebud. Tremors besieged her slender frame at the visitor’s actions whilst she added another finger within Lilith, a consequential effect of arousal and embarrassment, and doubled her efforts in feasting and fingering the redhead. For not even her ex-husband dared to sample anything that wasn’t vanilla.
The novelty of it all sent Bianca teetering on the precipice of her climax.
“Doctor.” An ethereal—garbled?—voice that certainly didn’t belong in Bianca and Lilith’s world of flames and twilight reverberated omnisciently about her. It was almost as if she was listening to it underwater. “Doctor?”
It was off-putting; her focus upon Lilith and the carnal sensations enveloping were beginning to m i s t a n d b l u r . . .
“Dr. Leighton? Are you awake?” That distorted voice was replaced with a solid and somewhat robotic speech that Bianca recognized once the fog in her mind dissipated. She gathered her bearings and groaned disgruntledly to make her state of awareness known, her eyes still shut. Fortunately, Area X’s AI, Jarvis, acknowledged the lazily feral sound and projected the live feed of the cloudy deserts of Colorado Plateau outside the facility on the blank wall adjacent to her bed. “I believe you’ve overslept, Madame. It’s ten oh eight in the morning. It’s a cloudy morning today with predicted scattered thunderstorms and rainshowers across the area. No signs of break-in last night. Your agenda for today includes—”
As Jarvis enumerates her tasks for today, Bianca steadily roused herself from her grogginess, tossing and turning until she found the willpower to sit up. The blue-green sheets that formerly blanketed her pooled about her hips and revealed her nude torso. Her umberous skin glowed with a thin film of sweat, her nipples still stinging and her womanhood undoubtedly drenched, whilst the pace of heart gradually returned to its regular beat.
It was one of those dreams again, the types that left her aching and enflamed once she awakened. Bianca had been having these recurring dreams—nightmares?—during the past two weeks, and it only grew worse in each passing day. But were they dreams though? The biologist didn't find any evidence that indicated that it was anything but unconscious reveries. Security cameras were trained upon Lilith at all times; she never left the cube. Besides, Jarvis would alarm her if the demon escaped her cell just like it alerted her when Lilith set foot in the compound all those weeks ago. Yet in spite of these revelations, the dreams always felt so real, so visceral, that Bianca felt she was actually awake and committing these… these depravities. One way to dispel these doubts and ensure that she wasn’t violated in her sleep, the brunette always reviewed the security footage of the night before once she was at the labs.
“Jarvis, please bring up last night’s security footage.” Bianca instructed the minute the doors parted for her entry in the lab that housed the cubes, her morning ablutions completed and her person groomed and garbed appropriately. Her pumps clicked alongside the whir of the artificial intelligence that processed her request, the tails of her white lab coat breezing behind her. With a steaming cup of coffee in hand, its scent wafting in the air, the sole biologist in the building sought to discover the truth in these lurid nightmares.
The pristine white laboratory, which also counted as her entire office, encircled the rows of cubes that lodged the cryptids the Armed Forces managed to seize. Presently, two creatures dwelt in those cubes: a docile, gray chupacabra and an imposingly seductive succubus. Bianca strode past them silently on her way to her destination, yet her dusky irises lingered on the demonic humanoid of the two beings. The demoness instilled a dangerous fascination in the biologist, tickling her scientific nature as well as alluring her neglected libido once her human disguise faded into her true form. It kindled thoughts of how Bianca could use such deceptive abilities for the UNBuD's advantage and of how Lilith's victims fell for the illusion.
“Here you go, doctor.” Jarvis chimed once Bianca reached her station, a state-of-the-art workspace cluttered with tablets, documents, and an empty box of doughnuts she made herself. “All was well as usual, madame. No disturbances detected.”
The glass screen before her displayed a fast-forwarded video clip from when she slept up until she awoke playing side by side with the view of the occupied cubes’ interior. As expected, nothing of note happened, affirming Bianca’s beliefs that everything that transpired was all in her head. A major part of her was thankful whilst a small and completely insignificant part of her resented it. It was an understandable sentiment, though. Bianca knew that something was going on, her eyes once again glancing at the demoness, but she had yet to pinpoint what.
“How about the containment fields, Jarvis?” Bianca questioned despite knowing what the English-accented AI whilst she sipped her beverage, her gaze affixed on Lilith in the security footage. “Any signs of breach?”
A pregnant pause, then an answer. “None, madame.”
The AI’s answer mustered a sigh from the brunette. There was always nothing. If there was anything that irked the biologist, it was unanswered questions. The legend of the succubus had been around since the story of Adam and Eve. Bianca pored over the lore of the creature once Lilith was captured, leading her to the conclusion that the root of everything that was happening to her during sleep was because of the succubus in the lab. Yet the containment fields were supposed to prohibit every form of power, so how was Lilith bypassing it?
Or perhaps it’s all just my pent-up desires and fantasies seeping into my subconscious?
Frowning, Bianca advanced towards Lilith’s cube, her coffee still in her grasp as she stood before the cell. With one hand on her hip, revealing a dress, which was plum in color and mid-thigh in length, that accentuated her curvatures and flaunted her lithe legs, the biologist scrutinized the redhead with pursed lips and cautious eyes.
“You’re creeping into my dreams, aren’t you?” Bianca accused, wishing for an answer that would keep her sanity intact. Those dreams weren’t her own—they were planted, fabricated. Weren't they? “You need to stop.”
Lilith lay naked on the simple, uncomfortable, cot along the left facing side of the cubic cell. Like the rest of the laboratory proper, Lilith’s cramped living space, if it could even be called as much, was devoid of color, character, and anything else that might inspire an iota of warmth; sterile and, to Lilith's tastes, quite boring. The glass, or, no doubt, stronger material, door was her only view out into the lab proper and there was no other window outside to provide her with a sense of time. The various screens and workstations provided little in the way of entertainment, unsurprisingly.
The good doctor, however, was plenty interesting in her own right to keep Lilith’s mental faculties from boredom. Too smart for her usual repertoire of tricks but easily eclipsing such barriers with the possible, inevitable, payoff.
With the connection to the sleeping woman’s mind severed, or, rather, weakened, Lilith opened her eyes and sat up with a groan that could easily pass as a moan. Turning, she swung her legs over onto the side of the cot to rest her talon-tipped feet on the cold concrete floor; hissing as a chill jolted up her spine. The demoness need only shift her wide hips one way or the other to feel the slickness between her legs; not that she wasn’t already painfully aware of her arousal. After all, Bianca wasn’t the only one in the pair to experience the full effect of the manufactured dream.
Licking her lips, Lilith resisted the idea of brazenly masturbating while waiting for her captor to find her way into the laboratory. A tempting prospect, definitely, but one that Lilith felt would certainly tip her hand to the biologist. Still, she made no effort to conceal her naked figure from view and ensured the biologist would have the best view possible when looking through the translucent door.
“Good morning, Doctor.” Lilith all but purred when Bianca passed her cell. A smirk crossing her lips, “Sleep well?” Her brow twitching once at the possible double meaning that the scientist would, no doubt, pick up on. Of course, it was an innocent enough question to ask, given the circumstances.
Stretching her arms above her head, Lilith bent her back in an effort to work out the soreness brought on by the poorly manufactured cot. Her rust-colored skin stood out in striking contradiction to the monotone white that enveloped the space as a whole; further drawing the eye inwards towards her unholy figure. Her tail had wrapped around her right leg, for the moment, and she’d dismissed her wings some time ago as it was far from practical to keep such adornments given her present circumstances.
Listening to Bianca and her pet AI discussing the previous night’s footage brought another sly smile to Lilith’s crimson lips. She’d sensed whatever ‘field’ had been erected around her holding pen the moment the trap had been sprung. Something she was still kicking herself for, for what good it would do her presently. A clumsy invention, to say the least, and more akin to the mental patterns of a squirrel and equally formidable. Regardless, Lilith had few intentions of tampering with the presence while she could avoid it altogether. As she found no advantage of raising more suspicious than had already been accrued thus far.
“Oh, but whatever do you mean, Doctor?” Lilith replied with a sweet, singsong like voice; icy blue eyes raking across the other woman’s body and making no attempt to hide the attention in her gaze. “Has something been troubling you?” The demoness inquired further, pushing herself off the cot’s surface to stand at her full height. Taller than most women, the horns adorning her crown further increased her imposing presence; as if her luminescent eyes weren’t enough of an off-putting scene all their own. Stepping closer to the sealed door, Lilith’s tail uncoiled from around her leg and swish about of its own accord.
“It’s just you and me, Doctor.” Lilith continued, her breasts almost pressing against the glass barrier. So close, Bianca could see her hardened buds quite clearly. Her tail, even, flicking up to brush against her left breast and, thus, eliciting a deep guttural moan from Lilith’s lips.
In spite of the seemingly innocuous remarks Lilith uttered, Bianca had no doubt that the succubus was accountable for the salacious dreams that increasingly plagued her akin to a malignant disease. Lilith’s syrupy taunts and evasions were testaments enough of her culpability. Additionally, the demoness’s heated scrutiny of Bianca’s body also gave her innocence away; for it was the very same action that the scientist was committing. Her dark gaze slithered over Lilith’s physique like a sculptor deducing the proportions of their creation. Perhaps Bianca’s nightmares warmed her to the succubus but her interest of the inhuman being was certainly born of carnal fascination rather than scientific examination. The Lilith before her was starkly different from the Lilith in her dreams though both versions still bore ardent shades of red, the former in skin and the latter in locks. What stood before Bianca was Lilith the Succubus in all of her hellfire complexioned, glacier eyed, and horned crown glory. Lilith’s appearance roused a synchrony of thrills and chills in the divorcée.
“You know what I mean. You’ve been troubling me a lot when I’m asleep. I don’t know how you’re bypassing security but I know it’s you. Like you say, it’s just you and me in here. It couldn’t have been anyone else.” Bianca stated point blank, inwardly proud her voice did not waver at the face of such a daunting creature, though her grip on the mug did tighten ever so slightly. Her tunnel-focus on Lilith shifted to the serpentine tail that undulated about the succubus, following its course with rapt attention. The biologist cleared her throat when the prehensile appendage stimulated one of Lilith’s ample mounds, compelling Bianca to take a step back instinctively at the noise the other woman emitted. It was reminiscent of that lurid sound Lilith evoked during the intimacy they shared in Bianca’s dreams, specifically when she touched Lilith’s clit.
Stepping back proved unfortunate as Bianca backed against one of the balusters that bedecked the lab. Such a motion jostled the divorcée, spilling the coffee upon the torso of her attire, and severing the lascivious reverie that dared encroach her mind. The mishap provoked a soft obscenity from the biologist as she trudged towards a nearby lab cart laden with steel and medical apparatuses to rid herself of the offending beverage. She shed her stained coat, the white fabric exposing lissome arms and braless breasts as it no longer clothed her, and draped it instead upon the cart. In her ten years of tenure in RDAC, not once did Bianca feel self-conscious when she divested herself of her coat within the lab… until now. Lilith’s luminescent eyes left Bianca feeling uncannily erotic about something so mundane as coat-stripping.
With a dour mood and a sullied dress, Bianca pushed the cart along with her whilst she returned her attention towards the succubus.
“Jarvis,” Bianca called, folding her arms across her chest whilst eyeing the imposing being in her cell. She mustn’t let Lilith get under her skin or let her get in the way of her assignment. There were tasks that needed to be completed and submitted to the higher ups. It would tarnish her reputation if Bianca reasoned that the succubus found out I’m sexually deprived and used it against me… that’s why I couldn’t get you the reports and results in time, General. “Ready for collecting samples?”
Five robotic appendages that hung above the cubes stirred, the English AI wordlessly responding to Bianca’s call. Each mechanical arm was affixed to a railing path which encapsulated the laboratory’s ceiling, granting it mobility. It sported features that were beneficial to the biologist’s needs; there were two limbs fashioned after human hands for grasping, a limb tipped with surgical blades for lacerations, a limb appended with syringes for tranquilizations and the likes, and a limb attached with miniature tube-like camera for endoscopies. They appeared sleek and sturdy in design, devised to withstand a cryptid’s strength and resistance in the off-chance a specimen decided to attack it. The robotic hands extended towards the cart to gather the stainless spatulas and glass slides that rested beside a speculum before retracting back atop the Lilith’s cube. “At your word, madame.”
At present, Bianca had no use for the three intrusive arms. The containment field—for what good it had been—and the cube was Bianca’s only protection against Lilith. She had no intention of entering Lilith’s cell lest she fall prey into the succubus’s unholy sorceries; what she intended to utilize were the mechanical hands at her disposal as extensions of her own. These would be the biologist’s first attempt to collect samples while Lilith was in her demonic form. Her previous endeavors when Lilith was in her human disguise bore no fruitful revelations apart from the abnormally high pheromone content of her sexual fluids that could almost be likened to an aphrodisiac.
“Perfect. Let’s begin. Enter the cube.” At Bianca’s word, the robotic hands lowered whilst a circular portion of the cube’s glass ceiling slid open to the exact radius of the appendages, allowing it entry into the cell. They hovered momentarily, awaiting the biologist’s instructions. Boldly, she approached the door to Lilith’s enclosure and regarded the succubus’s figure for a closer look, her courage and resolve gradually seeping into her once more for the sake of logic and science. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Lilith. I’m going to collect some samples from you so do be cooperative about this, yes? It’s only fair since you’ve been intruding in what should be my peaceful slumber.” To Jarvis, her directives were simple and concise. “Jarvis, seat Lilith back on her cot and spread her legs. Bring in the camera and collect the glistening fluid that’s coating her between her legs. Let’s compare it to the ones we collected when she was in human form. Maybe we can tell whether its potency’s deteriorated in the time she’s been locked up.”
The hands reacted accordingly, drawing the succubus back from the door and onto the bed as if she weighed no more than pile of laundry. Meanwhile, the arm with the endoscope entered the cube as well, hovering out of the way and recording the collection. Following Bianca’s directives, one of the hands brandished the lab spatula, grazing its cool, stainless, flat surface against the inside of her thigh right up to Lilith’s vulva.
“That’s not fair,” Lilith pouted in a soft, silky whine. “I’ve been a good little captive. Staying in my cell and not asking for anything.” The succubus continued in protest before turning her glacial gaze over to the biologist’s ever diligent helper. It stayed in the lab at night on a charging pad, presumably, almost directly across from Lilith's spartan cube. She didn’t know if it was watching her but she would be foolish not to assume there were cameras trained in her at all times; either from the orb itself or fasted around the cube and lab. “Isn’t that right Jarvui?” Lilith inquired in an inhumanly sweet, almost innocent, voice. Not that she expected the artificial creation to respond, of course.
A sly smile crossed Lilith’s lips at the reaction her guttural groan elicited within the biologist's mind. The swirl of erotic desires ebbing through the dark woman’s subconscious was like a lighthouse at the epicenter of a great maelstrom; at least, to Lilith’s instinctual scrutiny. Such amorous tendencies were, naturally, dredged forward whenever in her presence. No matter the person. Passivity was no in the demoness’ nature, either, and she actively tugged at Bionca’s unfulfilled libido.
With a keen attentiveness fitting a predator amidst its prey, Lilith watched the scientist march over to the medical laden cart to disrobe her top. A low hiss rattled from between her plump rose-colored lips when Bionca turned round to face her once more. In response, she reached up to cup her own melon-sized breasts and squeezed; just enough to elicit another carnal moan of bliss from her mouth. Never for a moment breaking her eyes away from her captive’s.
A brow flicked up at the inquiry presented to Jarvis and the subsequent unfurling of robotic arms. With hardly a whisper, the sleek metallic appendages gilded towards Lilith’s cube before hesitating a heartbeat or two; awaiting orders from their master. “Am I being punished?” Lilith responded back with a ravenous hunger in her eyes. Her forked tongue slithering across her lips in anticipation for what she already knew to be in store. As such, no resistance was offered when the cool metal hands lifted her off the ground and deposited her back onto the austere cot.
Unabashed, the succubus spread her legs with but the slightest of pressure from one of the robotic hands. Her sex glistened underneath the harsh white light of the laboratory. “Like what you see?” She taunted as the spatula equipped manipulator inch between her legs. As the cool steel touched her scarlet flesh, Lilith breathed a lustful sigh. Her muscles tensed and she rocked her hips forwards so the medical device ground against her hypersensitive clit; eliciting another guttural moan from her wanton maw. Her tail slithered up from between her thighs to wrap around the robotic arm and tugged, “Please, doctor.” Lilith pleaded before sucking in on her bottom lip. “More.”
When a succubus was proactively flaunting her arousal in the midst of a sexually deprived divorcee, it could only be a recipe for disaster. Collecting biological samples was one of the most intrusive procedures in the facility and conducting it without the presence of a clear mind was a terrible idea. Yet Bianca operated under the belief that she was rational enough to execute her tasks. Perhaps Bianca should have heeded the signs before proceeding with her endeavors, though; how Lilith moaned and groped her mounds had already inspired a kaleidoscopic flashback of Bianca’s dreams the night before. Vividly, the biologist could recall the sensation of how dream-Lilith’s plush breasts and heated breath felt on her fingertips and flesh respectively just by witnessing the corporeal demoness’s actions beyond the glass barrier. These phantomlike feelings blurred the lines between reality and reverie, reinforcing the doubts she was plagued with this morning. It took immense effort to untangle herself from the vestiges of her latest dream but Bianca managed to, albeit barely. In spite of the licentious thoughts that afflicted the brunette, Bianca desired nothing more but to inflict the same madness that Lilith imbued her with and bedim those translucent eyes of hers. She was scorched with a razing arousal that hardly subsided when she awoke and exacerbated with each passing night. Should she be unable to rid herself of this fleshly fever, the least Bianca could do was impart it to the origin of it all.
“Punishments are only for those with bad behavior. Funny how you interpreted it that… way…” The confidence her voice resounded with wavered once Lilith parted her legs for the sampling. Although Bianca snubbed the succubus’s teasing, her breath hitched upon perceiving Lilith’s womanhood. Once more, Bianca’s memories infused her conscious mind with the saccharine taste that soaked her palate when she feasted on Lilith’s gash in her dreams, the recollection only made worse with the randy noises Lilith emitted. Whilst the camera within the cube recorded the procedure, one of the mechanical hands continued scouring the moisture that glazed Lilith’s core and its surrounding vicinity, incidentally brushing against the succubus’s clit in the process. However, at the tug of Lilith’s tail, the free hand reacted to the perceived hostility and tugged the prehensile appendage away from the other arm. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this, Lilith.
“Jarvis, collect the moisture from her inner labia as well. I’d like to know if there’ll be a difference in molecular structure from where it originated and where it spread.” Bianca theorized that there might be a possibility that the aphrodisiac properties of a succubus’s essence were less effective if it wasn’t directly derived from its source. Or maybe I just want to see her juicy cunt again. As if maddened by that errant thought, the biologist directed more instructions as objectively as she could to the AI that did her bidding. This was all in the name of science and not her desires. “Then switch to the fingers and gather it from within her vaginal cavity. Stimulate the clitoris for additional lubrication and to ready the orifice for penetrative entry.”
At Bianca’s behest, the robotic arms followed her directives after depositing the spatula it previously wielded into a dry, glass beaker atop the cart beside the biologist and replacing its tip with another sterile instrument. From Bianca’s vantage point, the thick and syrupy consistency of Lilith’s moisture was visible, rousing her memories of how it tasted once more. Pushing Lilith’s legs to fold towards her chest by a metallic limb, a cold steel hand spread Lilith’s petals obscenely, exposing the gradiented hues of her rust-colored complexion and her slit, whilst the other hand swabbed her inner folds. The camera-arm hovered closely to zoom in on the sight. With such an unholy view right before her, it compelled Bianca to shift her weight to and fro from where she stood with as much as subtlety as she could, purposefully rubbing her thighs together to alleviate the rising tension that blossomed in the pit of her stomach.
As the spatula was unequipped unto a separate beaker from the first, the limbs were free to fulfill Bianca’s last commands almost as if it were actual extensions of the biologist’s will. Whilst one of the artificial hands adeptly stroked Lilith’s clit with a calculated precision and pace that could rival a human’s spirit, the other erstwhile slid its middle finger within the demoness’s sex, but instead of thrusting, it was simply stationary. In a human’s position, those digits would have slid in and out instinctively, falling into a rhythm directed by the receiver’s reactions. That was not the case for a machine much to Bianca’s dismay, her nubs evidently stiff and straining against her dress.
I could do it instead, though. I could just unlock the cell… go in… replace those fingers with mine and—
Groaning, partly in exasperation and in rebellion of her traitorous thoughts, Bianca resisted the dangerous impulse and issued another order. “Jarvis, thrust in repeatedly.”
“Neither are you, Doctor.” Lilith moaned before sucking in on her bottom lip to stifle another need fueled groan. Though, the demoness whimpered as the metallic hand drew away from her wonton slick sex; tail releasing the contraption to, instead, sway between her legs. She could sense the lust bubbling just beneath Bianca’s conscious mind; regardless of what the biologist might admit aloud. “Why don’t you come taste for yourself?” Lilith taunted, the tip of her tail twisting up and pressing against the side of her pussy lips; spreading her womanhood for the scientist to view. Either for herself of through the camera so perfectly positioned a mere handful of feet away. Lilith continued, “I won’t tell anyone.” She groaned with a, false, coy smile, “promise.”
Hearing the instructions Bianca gave to her artificial helper, Lilith’s body trembled in anticipation. Goosebumps spread across her ruddy flesh. She reached up to cup each of her heavy, melon-sized breasts; fingers lovingly squeezing her sensitive nubs. Just enough to elicit a throaty, instinctual sob.
The machine appendages wasted no time in executing their directives. To Lilith’s delight. As before, her tail wrapped around the closest limb that reached between her legs; tugging even harder than previously. As if it were just any other partner satisfying her carnal desideratum and not some cold, unfeeling intelligence. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when her clit, swollen with need, was brushed against. The breath quickly evolving to a prolonged, drown out groan with each nimble palpitation. “Right there, Doctor.” Lilith disclosed, closing her luminescent eyes.
Thick, sticky syrup oozed from Lilith’s slit and glistened underneath the harsh, white lighting. The perfect lubrication that allowed the cold, steel finger to delve into her depths with ease; eliciting another husky whine from the succubus. When it paused within her tightened walls, Lilith mewled in disappointment. Her hips rocked forward, against the to artificial hands between her legs in order to stimulate herself without waiting. “Just one, Doctor?” Lilith teased, eyes still closed, and licked her lips. A cry of blissful pleasure rolled off her slippery, almost serpent-like, tongue as the AI obeyed its last directive obediently. Already, her rich, sweet essence coated the metallic finger; more than enough for an adequate sample.
Every bone and sinew in Bianca’s body yearned to heed the call of the succubus to indulge in her form. Provoked by Lilith’s words, her mind conjured the vestigial taste of Lilith’s essence upon her tongue from her dream last night as if to encourage Bianca to feed on her oozing womanhood. Lilith’s sex was spread, ripe and succulent, beckoning to her own soaked cunt and tempting her to cross the threshold and yield her fate to the demoness. Unconsciously, she mimicked Lilith’s hands as they toyed with her mounds, mirroring the affection on her clothed breasts and the lustful cry her prisoner evoked albeit a tad more muted. Over the course of this display, Bianca’s temperance has been gradually whittled with each libidinous interaction between hellion and metal. It nearly seemed like she had dug her own grave with this sample collection in her state of mind. She underestimated Lilith’s capability to derive pleasure from an AI-controlled mechanism, and that miscalculation led her to a scandalous predicament. The procedure must end soon lest she actually devolve into a degenerate and fall victim to her baser instincts.
After Lilith welcomed the mechanical limb subserviently and proactively, the biologist broke the licentious spell with a few words whilst pointedly ignoring the succubus’s goading. “Alright, Jarvis. That’s enough. Lilith’s enjoying herself too much. I think we have what we need. Withdraw and prepare the samples.” At her word, the steel finger lodged in Lilith’s slit withdrew alongside the other robotic appendages, the glass holes atop the cube resealing after the limbs retreated. The digit glazed with the succubus’s sexual fluids was detached from its hand by its counterpart and deposited it in the beaker on the lab cart beside Bianca, her willpower practically wavering at the sight and scent of the viscous substance.
Lilith deserved to experience the same tumultuous desire that she raged within the biologist, to have it seemingly crest the summit only to have it abruptly stunted. It was what Bianca endured every night; her dreams tormented by unholy and lewd images, leaving her achingly bereft the following morning. Perhaps this specific encounter would repel Lilith from invading her dreams moving forward. Who are you kidding, Bianca?
The biologist spent the rest of the day dutifully ignoring the succubus as much as she could whilst she worked in her corner of the laboratory. She lost herself in analyzing the properties of Lilith’s essence and formulating methods to use it to the government’s advantage, her arousal steadily tempered in the monotony of lab labors. It almost allowed Bianca to forget that she was in the presence of such a profane creature. Almost.
Yet, by nightfall, in the privacy of her sleeping quarters, her libido flared unrelentingly, preventing her from even finding comfort in the darkness of her closed eyes. At first, Bianca tossed and turned restively in her bed, her covers slithering about her naked form with every movement, before finally capitulating to her needs. Propping herself upright against the headboard, she forewent the use of the facility’s AI and opted for manual discretion by using the slim tablet on her bedside. The seemingly inconspicuous design of the device belied its capacity for full control over Area X. For now, however, it was used for a more clandestine affair. With a swipe of her finger, the footage of the sample collection from this morning engulfed the entirety of the wall opposite of her bed. The size of the projection evoked the impression that Bianca was in the same room as the ruddy creature, the camera angles alternating from focusing on Lilith’s sex and on her as a whole.
Perversely, Bianca touched herself to the recording, her legs spread and bent at the knees, her twilight complexion glittering with the sweat of her exertions. Her hands roamed her perky breasts, glissading down her torso to eventually stimulate her core. Varying from pistoning her fingers in her moist sex and rubbing her pebbled clit, she timed her ministrations with the video before her, following the onscreen simulation in reality and accompanying her actions with libertine noises. Yet when their interaction ended on the video, Bianca didn’t stop, building momentum instead whilst she slid from her upright stance to a slumped puddle until she reached her climax. Her moans reached a crescendo and so did her arousal, seizing her figure in a fit of uncontrollable quivers. Her release was much like a spring uncoiled, her essence an erratic deluge dribbling from her slit.
Once the orgasmic adrenaline faded from her veins, only then did slumber dare to claim her.
Intimately aware of Bianca’s rapt gaze, Lilith purposefully rocked her hips against the cybernetic appendages between her legs. Both in order to provide her observer with a better, more comprehensive, view and to further stimulate her sex; smearing more of her viscus essence across the already slathered metallic fingers. Each buck flowed up her body like a wave through water and culminated into a drawn-out moan of blissful delight. “Right there, Doctor.” She’d mewl; or a more debase, “Deeper!” Before biting down on her bottom lip, eyes half laden with lust. Without conscious effort, Lilith’s mind reached out to Bianca’s to stroke her unfulfilled desires and refocus her attention whenever it might have strayed elsewhere. For a being of pure sexual indulgence, the divorcee’s erotic cravings were like the strings of a marionette doll.
Before the demoness could pluck such sinful sinews, however, the scientist broke away from her spell. The hands that had been stimulating her slickened sex withdrew on a whisper of hydraulics and disappeared back into the ceiling from whence they came. At first, a disappointed whimper escaped from Lilith’s lips. Then, with the flick of her tail against her inner thigh, a growl seemed to emanate from her chest. “I was not done.” She stated simply with a coldness that only her luminescent eyes could surpass. She continued, “You will pay. In full.”
While Bianca attended to her work, Lilith alternated between stalking up and down her cell and sitting cross-legged on the cot; at no point did she attempt to finish off her unfulfilled orgasm, though the temptation to do so was close to overpowering. Lesser creatures, humans almost assuredly, would have capitulated or pleaded; try to strike some deal or offer a shred of recompense. Lilith, too, was not above such notions. However, she did not, at all, appreciate being denied.
“Goodnight, Doctor.” Lilith purred as Bianca left the lab, her voice echoing through the near-deserted laboratory. “Sweet dreams.”
A cool wind whispered through five giant columns; each spread around the altar at exact distances from the others and supported a domed ceiling some twenty odd feet above. Polished, almost reflective, white marble encircled the raised pedestal at the center and was interlaid with dark crimson stones that glowed; the only source of illumination.
Beyond, mountains capped in ivory snow spread out in all directions as far as the eye could see. None, it seemed, taller than the precipice the current shine resided upon. The sky was devoid of clouds and, instead, choked with stars. A river of waving, colorful aurora stretched from horizon to horizon.
Upon the stone altar, Bianca’s nude figure resided.
Lilith, once more resembling a redheaded human, stood to the side; equally unclothed. “Wake up, Doctor.” She half moaned through rose-tinted lips. She rested her hand on the woman’s inner thigh and dipped her fingers deeper. Her amber gold eyes sparked with an intensity to match the swirling lights high above.
Lilith sat, legs crossed, on the middle of her cot. Eyes closed and her fingers intertwined to rest in her lap. The lab was dark and only a few nondescript instruments provided any form of lighting. She could hear the air conditioner kick on and feel the cold currents of air wash across her still exposed flesh. The orange prisoner jumpsuit Bianca had provided her upon her incarceration still hung on the opposite wall.
Dreams were, to say the least, fickle things. For days she had been tinkering with Bianca’s mind in order to craft more and more vivid sensations until, at last, she’d crafted an experience that rivaled reality; only to have that damned AI interrupt her. Now, with Bianca fast asleep, Lilith had further dragged the woman into a slumber so deep no pesky robot could rouse her until Lilit had had her fill. Moreover, Lilith’s hold over Bianca’s subconscious had all but been cemented when her sexual fluids had been extracted and sampled. Potent aphrodisiacs were not the only mind-altering chemicals that mingled within her.
“You’re all mine now.” Lilith taunted as she straddled Bianca’s waist; just as the scientist had done to her the night before. Reaching her hands up, Lilith cupped both of Bianca’s breasts and squeezed. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?” Lilith questioned with a hungry smile stretched across her lips. Rolling her hips, she ground her hot sex into Bianca's abdomen, smearing her need across the woman's dark skin.
Breezes did naught to rouse the biologist from her slumber, dotting her coppery brown complexion with a frisson of unease in its wake instead. What awakened Bianca was the affection between her legs and the covetous moan that accompanied it. As she sought to dispel the fog that misted her slumbering mind, her initial thoughts were crystal clear: Lilith was out for blood. Perhaps Bianca shouldn’t have allowed her frustrations to best her rationality earlier. Vexing the salacious demoness with a thwarted stimulation back at the lab seemingly evoked a consequence she was unsure she could manage this time around. Her resistance to the succubus’s feminine wiles was crippled as it was, and Bianca was uncertain if she could sustain her sanity any longer in the presence of the demonic being.
Once her dusky gaze attained focus, not only was Bianca assaulted with a debilitating desire for pleasure but she was also pinned by the very creature that she had agonized over. Only this time, the succubus was veneered in her human appearance. Gone were the diabolical horns, serpentine tail, luminescent eyes, and hellfire flesh. In its stead was speckled skin that rivaled the sky beyond the shrine and flaming curls that shamed the scarlet glow illuming the vicinity. It didn’t make the unholy being any less daunting, more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Lilith sat astride the biologist’s waist, her weight deterring the brunette from rising off of the solid slab she laid on or from tending to the exigent need that burned in her core. Both bodies were scandalously denuded in the midst of an otherworldly realm, and it reminded Bianca of the fabled sacrificial altars so rampant in the pages of infernal tomes cluttering Area X’s archives. Try as she might to comprehend her circumstances, Lilith’s hands upon Bianca’s ample breasts in addition to the ache in her womanhood fully engrossed her mind, enough so that she hardly registered what the demoness had said moments prior. In spite of this, however, it was not lost on the scientist that she was suffering from the effects of the redhead’s personal brand of aphrodisiac. Heightened arousal. Increased body temperature. Enhanced sensitivity.
Bianca knew what she was afflicted with, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
And with Lilith’s intoxicating essence glazing Bianca’s stomach, these symptoms were only bound to worsen with time.
“Lilith…” Bianca rasped with a voice thick and parched with craving, her eyes narrowed into slits and hazed with lust. Nimble digits gripped the demoness’s thighs, kneading and stroking the supple flesh whilst she writhed restlessly beneath Lilith’s figure. Every movement and contact with the demoness enflamed Bianca unbearably, her soaked nethers trickling onto the smooth surface underneath her, yet any chance to relieve the manic lust within her was obstructed by the body atop her. The heat that profaned her mind and body like a malignant disease hardly allowed Bianca to be coherent in between her lurid moans and sighs. “I feel so hot… and—and needy… my cunt’s on fire… Lilith, help me.”
A chilled breeze whispered across the open temple-like structure; carrying minuscule bits of frost and snow that danced in the silvery moonlight. Despite the frigid environment just feet beyond the pristine, marble architecture a heat unlike any other radiated from Lilith's being. Fiery locks blazed against the encroaching tundra as if an island amongst a storm; eyes a verdant green that rivaled the most luscious of jungles and forests; skin pale as the moon, yet as warm and inviting as the sun. Most of all, however, the near molten ambrosia seeping from her sex promised to burn as much as sooth. Each gyration of her hips smearing more of her viscous honey across her sacrificial lover’s abdomen.
“Oh, I think I’ll help myself, Doctor.” The femme purred as her hands kneaded Bianca’s breasts in agonizingly slow synchronization. So unlike the need fueled, wave-like, rocking of her hips. Leaning forward, she continued, “You’re in no hurry,” her lips hovered but a few inches above Bianca’s, “are you?” Much like the wind, her voice was hushed, subdued, but still carried the full weight of her erotic desires. As if to emphasize her words, her thumbs brushed against the scientist’s hardened nipples.
“You won’t be leaving here until I’ve had my fill,” Lilith promised before closing the gap between the two and pressing her plump lips against Bianca’s; swallowing whatever response might have come.
Lilith’s fingers traced the outermost edges of Bianca’s nipples in quick, opposing circles. Purposefully, she denied the biologist the blissful satisfaction that would surely come should she but touch those sensitive buds. Parting her lips, Lilith’s tongue snaked across Bianca’s own lips before slithering deeper into her mouth. With a nimbleness no human could hope to match, her serpentine-like muscle explored the woman’s mouth from cheek to cheek; even threatening to dive deeper into her throat before wrapping around her own tongue in a clear display of her dominance. As it need be emphasized further.
Down each ivory collum slinked a crimson tendril wider than either woman’s thigh. Obscured by Lilith’s flame-like mane the otherworldly appendages approached the altar with little more than a wet, fleshy rasp against the stone floor. Circling the immaculately carved pedestal they rose upwards to entwine Bianca’s ankles first, wrapping around her leg from joint to knee. With iron grasps on her limbs, the tendrils spread her legs wide to expose her glistening slit to the cool, snowy world. Her wrists were next to be apprehended and equally held akimbo with a strength that was both absolute yet giving, allowing her to struggle some few inches against their hold.
Breaking the sloppy, lust-fueled kiss, Lilith withdrew enough so that her face was both framed by her hair and the multicolored dome roof of the shrine above. “I told you I would make you pay.” The demoness half moaned before groping each of Bianca’s breasts with more force than she had thus far. Just as Bianca had done the previous night before, Lilith crawled across Bianca’s dark fleshed body before twisting about and facing between the other’s legs. Opening her thighs, Lilith sat her rear on Bianca’s face. Though, unlike the other, she sat upright to bury her sex onto the biologist’s lips. Rolling her hips, she ground her aphrodisiac burdened honeypot across Bianca’s cheeks, chin, and nose. Even within the dream, her unholy essence proved just as, if not more so, effective.
“Drink, my darling,” Lilith groaned, reaching up to cup her own breasts. “You’ve wanted my cunt since the moment you laid eyes on me.”
Two tentacles, smaller than those holding Bianca’s limbs astride, snaked up Bianca’s sides and to the gleaming trial of Lilith’s need. When they reached Bianca’s breasts, however, each split and wrapped around her mounds two, three, times, before the bulbous heads looked down at her nipples. For a moment, they seemed content to gently constrict and pulse, much as Lilith’s hands had done previously. Then, like flowers blooming before the morning sunlight, each of the crowns split apart to reveal a writhing multitude of hundreds, perhaps thousands, mycelium; a thick, clear fluid dripped from each opened maw and onto Bianca’s flesh. Lowering, the mouth-like tendrils sucked each nipple into their hollowed interior.
Between Bianca’s legs, another tentacle, much like the ones fastened to her breasts, wiggled it’s swollen, bulbous tip between her slickened pussy lips. “Feed my children,” Lilith moaned, hips bucking against Bianca’s face, “Ripen her fruit for your mother.”