Lilith's body went rigid—
and in one sacred gasp…
time refused to move.
Then—
"AAHHH—N-NATHAN—!!"
The dam broke.
From the folds of her flesh, warm fluid gushed out violently—like a revelation that had lost all restraint.
It came out with such pressure that it slapped against Nathan's cheeks, dripping down like threads of divine silk. Each splash was like a broken vow—warm, wet, and tasting of long-forgotten sins. His tongue twitched, trying to chase the trails before they ran off his chin.
For the first time, Lilith's altar of flesh reached a beautiful climax,
danced upon by a human tongue and drenched in human saliva,
bathing in the slippery elegance of lust and warmth.
Nathan didn't flinch.
