Lilith snapped her fingers—
and the black obsidian beneath them suddenly turned soft,
like a mattress made of molten velvet.
It spread wide enough that Nathan almost lost his balance.
Lilith lay down to the left of Morvessa,
then waved at Nathan with a smile.
"Come sleep, sweetheart.
Mommy knows you're already weak,"
she cooed, wrapping her arms around Morvessa,
who curled up like a spoiled kitten,
using Milky Mommy's pillowy bicep as her pillow.
Nathan swallowed hard.
He couldn't say a word.
He climbed up onto the plush obsidian.
"It really does feel like a bed," he whispered.
Still pantless, he lay down beside the Milky Mommy.
Now the three of them lay there—
like a family portrait drawn by a perverted demon.
Milky Mommy in the center,
Morvessa squirming in her embrace like a pampered baby,
and Nathan…
the pantless man who couldn't tear his eyes
from the cleavage of his fake mother.
Lilith then wrapped her arm around Nathan as well,
