Lilith remained seated, her thighs parted like two unread pages from a sacred, forbidden book.
The faint moonlight spilled over her body, casting soft highlights along her curves—
making each one appear like an illusion,
an invitation to either salvation… or ruin.
And Nathan… still knelt before her.
His head bowed low in reverence,
pressing soft kisses onto the glistening altar of flesh.
Lilith supported herself with both elbows behind her, her breath caught in her chest.
She felt Nathan's saliva trickling slowly between the folds of her inner sanctum.
her folds began to overflow—his saliva mixing with her own sacred nectar. It glistened like dew on cursed petals, pooling with soft, sticky defiance. Each drop rolled down her thighs like ancient ink from a forbidden scroll, writing a wet scripture only his tongue could read.
As a being far more advanced than any human,
Lilith—finally—understood.
She understood why humanity once bowed to its strange hunger,
