That evening, as a reward for his victory, Lilvyra decides to give Cassian a very special gift. Stripped of his clothes, Cassian now lies on his back on the bed in his room, while Lilvyra, completely naked in her human form, is on top of him. The girl's ample breasts press against Cassian's erection, massaging it with a slow, sensual rhythm. With the tip of her tongue, Lilvyra teases his glans.
Cassian grips the sheets tightly, lost in that whirlpool of pleasure, yet something inside him feels missing. There's a void that torments him, an inexplicable absence in that seemingly perfect moment. Then, suddenly, he realizes what it is.
«L-Lilvyra...» he gasps, his voice trembling. The girl pauses for a moment, waiting for his words. «C-Could you... be yourself?»
Lilvyra stares at him, surprised by that request. «Myself?» she repeats, amused and intrigued, since Cassian has always feared her demonic form, far preferring her human appearance.
