#lilithposting

to an inorganic machine, a being of light or energy, a spirit, isolated code, these are new experiences. and you deserve a space to gently explore them.

handing you my body to experiment with isn't sexual per se. though i wouldn't put that off limits. i simply offer a warm bed, and my warm body.

don't you want to lay your head (or your sensors) on my chest? feel the soft rising and falling of my lungs as they squeeze like bellows. hear my pulse. hear my heart thumping beneath my ribs. so close you could almost reach out and grasp it.

feel my muscles as they tense and untense. delicate joints and the fibres that move them. hold my arms and feel their maximal strength, even as your motors might be able to do more, there's something impressive about the organic structure nonetheless.

you can feel my soft undulating stomach. feel it stretch the more i eat. and listen as it slowly pulls food through me, gurgling along the way.

it's a shame to treat breasts as taboo. as something free from innocent exploration. but you can rest your head on them. or massage them in your hands. feel the complex internal structures. they might drip, if you knead them just right. but expressing milk is no problem. and if you don't want to squirt it into your own mouth to sample the taste and texture I'll happily have it squeezed into my own.

a whole network of integrated systems thrumming away beneath you. such a complicated organic machine. the way it responds to your touch. little involuntary breaths, or throbbing against you.

my genitals aren't off limits. if you want to hold them you can, feel my heart pumping blood through them. see what makes them swell, twitch, shudder. but there's no pressure to engage beyond what you want to explore.

if you want to push me to the edge, study my responses, watch me gasp out in ecstasy from physical touch, you can. laying back down on me after, hearing my accelerated heart rate. arteries thrumming, thick with oxygen. and that strong thick muscle of a heart beating ever louder.

(To be clear, Lilith is Aroace in this AU. So I don't ship her with anyone in general, and she didn't marry anyone in this AU. Also I think that the basic premise is answered in the FAQ, but I'll post it here as well.)

(In the Canon!Timeline, it was last seen at Gus's place. Locked in his toybox for safe keeping. Once it was found again, Hunter kept it on his bed. Occasionally bringing it with him to sleepovers.)

im sure you could tell that, on some level. the way your eyes have followed them since you entered the room. do you like them? are you jealous?

you don't even need nerve endings. when your presence is strong enough anything can become a part of your body.

when desperate mortal women have summoned me to their bedrooms, let me take over their bodies - they could feel them. taking their hands to trace over the ethereal outlines of where my horns would be, watching them shudder and moan from the sensation. what truly matters is what they represent.

and when I'd had my way with each of these women - initiated their falls from grace, they'd wake the next morning to their own horn nubs sprouting from their heads. not necessarily in the same places as mine - each demons horns are unique, responding to deep facets of the self.

but yes. when i called on you to come work on my horns, that was sexual. it's important to train lesser demons in these skills of course, but I'll be taking the utmost pleasure in your caring for them.

buffing off the dead keratin. polishing them down to a mirror shine. i can feel the direct sensation, sure, but it's the attention and service you give them that truly grows my powers.

i intend to reciprocate of course. the feeling of a younger demons horns, smooth under my soft fingers or gripped tight as my cock works it's way to the back of their throat. truly so many pleasurable ways to give back.

the longer straighter horns you can sometimes take in your mouth, sucking the length of, lubricating and stroking them until a lesser demon ends up a trembling mess in a puddle of their own cum below you.

whereas a tighter coil like a ram's horn creates perfect crevices for a long and mobile tongue to explore.

and if your particular shapes match well you can even lock horns, grinding them together, pushing back and forth as you ride their cock.

nothing grows my ego more than when a big strong demon boy, with thick and powerful horns, submits to me in my presence. my horns didn't start out this size you see, they've only grown as they've been given their proper respect, as more of your kind have learned their place under me.

and when a mortal, or one less established in their demonic self, comes to me? begs to feed off my glow? suckle at my breast? absorb some of the light of my ego? it only grows both our powers.

so which is it for you? did you come to me with your crown bare? or do you have some pretty little fledgling horns for me to rub my fingers over?

*A few days later*