The port city... was under the glow of an annual festival, its cobblestone streets illuminated by floating lanterns in hues of gold and emerald. Merchants' laughter, lute melodies, and the scent of grilled spices filled the air, while the docks shimmered under the moonlight.
Val had chosen this rare moment of peace to step away from battlefields, seeking respite in this lively city. To his surprise, he found Lilithara, the seductive succubus from his past, in the heart of the crowd, her enchanting aura drawing gazes like a magnet.
Their history, a fiery passion born centuries ago, had faded under the weight of his conquests, but tonight, their reunion reignited ancient flames. Their bond, rooted in burning nostalgia and raw desire, pulsed with a familiarity that drew them irresistibly to each other.
Lilithara, perched on a stage where dancers twirled, caught Valzaroth's gaze. She descended, her black silk dress hugging her curves, her membranous wings folded.
"Well, emperor," she said, her voice smooth, each word poisoned honey, "I didn't expect to see you in a place so… alive. Did you come to conquer hearts or just drink wine?"
Valzaroth, a smirk on his lips, stepped forward, his dark tunic contrasting with the colorful crowd.
"Lilithara, you know I don't play those games… except with you. And I'm willing to bet I can still make your head spin. Unless you're afraid you can't keep up, succubus?" He extended his hand, his fingers brushing hers, a contact charged with memories.
She laughed, a raspy sound that made the air shiver, her crimson eyes sparkling. "Afraid?" she replied, taking his hand.
"Val, you broke my heart once, with your conquests that destroyed our bastion time and time again."
"Let me reignite that flame, Lilithara..."
He pulled her into the crowd, their bodies merging with the dancers, a frenzied sarabande beginning. Their steps, fluid and bold, reignited their past alchemy—her hips brushing his.
The dance led them to a square bordered by fountains, where they stopped, breathless, their hands still joined. "You haven't changed," she murmured, her fingers tracing his wrist, her voice softer, almost vulnerable.
"Still that fire, that arrogance… but I see something else now, a depth I didn't notice before. Why did you come back, Val? To rekindle old memories, or to conquer this place?"
He stepped closer, his hands framing her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, his gaze intense but sincere.
"For you," he replied, his voice deep, charged with emotion. "Lilithara, you're my past, but also my present. I ran from what we had because I didn't know how to love it. But now, I want every moment with you—your laughter, your flaws, everything. I won't leave you again."
He kissed her, a burning kiss, his lips capturing hers, his teeth nibbling gently, her raspy moans mingling with the fountain's splashing. She responded, her fingers gripping his neck, her wings quivering, their bodies pressed together.
They retreated to a deserted jetty, the waves murmuring beneath the planks, the festival lanterns glinting in the distance.
"You left me once," she said, her voice trembling, her crimson eyes veiled. "I spent decades hating you, but I never stopped loving you too..."
Valzaroth, his hands sliding down her arms, pulled her close. "Love and hate are indeed quite close feelings..." he murmured, his voice firm.
"I'm no longer the man who runs, Lilith. You're my first woman, and no conquest can erase your place..." He kissed her again, a softer kiss, his lips exploring her neck, her vibrant moans, the jetty becoming their refuge.
...
In a loft above a festival tavern, a straw-lined alcove, the echoes of music rising through the floor.
Val unfastened Lilithara's dress, revealing her healthy skin, her voluptuous breasts, her full hips.
"You're still my temptation," he growled, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips biting her shoulder, her sensual moans resonating.
Lilithara, a sultry smile on her lips, pulled him onto the straw mattress, straddling him.
"Remind me why I loved you," she murmured, her voice a smooth challenge, her fingers tracing his chest, her nails lightly scratching. She guided his member to her wet sex, lowering herself slowly, a raspy moan escaping as he filled her, her breasts bouncing, her wings quivering, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck, Val," she gasped, her movements bold, her hips swaying.
"Your member is still so thick~Hmmmh~"
Valzaroth groaned, his hands sliding down her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, his lips capturing a nipple, sucking gently, her moans intensifying.
His deep thrusts, his hands caressing her flanks, her buttocks. She leaned in, kissing him, their tongues entwining, her vibrant moans against his lips, her wings fluttering softly, the straw crackling beneath them.
Valzaroth, his fingers kneading her hips, quickened slightly, his thrusts remaining measured, his whispers of love constant.
"I'll never leave you again," he growled, his lips brushing her ear, his hands caressing her breasts, his body pressed against hers. She cried out, her moans turning to screams, her nails scratching his chest, her orgasm approaching.
"Val… take me again," she gasped, her thighs trembling, her crimson eyes veiled with pleasure.