demoness

The concept of being punished wasn’t new to Eve. She’d both endured it, asked for it, and consented to it in the past. To a certain degree, it was impossible to claim that she didn’t somewhat thrive off of the concept. As someone who didn’t submit easily yet loved to be dominated she played that fine line for as long as she could. Which had consequences, naturally. She loved that rush of nerves when you knew you’d done something wrong and your dom threateningly reminded you it would be punished. She also did get quite aroused by a sane amount of pain, though the best had to be from either spanking, or the most delicious kind, pain and pleasure coupled together when someone edged you really hard, or fucked you so rough you couldn’t walk afterwards. She doubted her favorites would be a part of this evening, but one could always remain hopeful. “You’ll have to work for it.” Eve promised, finding herself in a much more calm headspace now that they were finally getting down to business. “We’ll see.” The thought of being a sobbing mess in front of Lilith was still one colored in humiliation, given that there was no trust there yet. She didn’t relish in being forced to be vulnerable, and yet Eve knew herself well enough to be able to admit that if the demon managed to get her both scared and riding with pain, she would be crying. She wasn’t made of stone.. Hearing the other growl, clearly a bit frustrated, made Eve smirk. It was satisfying to know that she could provoke, even with Lilith’s decent poker face. “Why bother when I get a rise out of you with the same old ones?” she murmured back, not needing to speak up as the space between their faces became near non existent. A small twitch, the ghost of a pained squint above her left eye was the only reaction the familiar let show to being marked by the demons nails. It wasn’t painful enough that she had to struggle too hard to keep her features neutral. Yet the feeling that came right after, of having spittle on her cheek and given a second slap forced out a small whine along with a flash of pain, then a bit of fury, across the girls face. She gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together for a second, so hard they turned white, before moving her mouth back into an impassive line. Just being called a slut broke Eve’s concentration a little, and she had to swallow hard, wishing she could look away without betraying weakness as her body began working against her for real. Hairs on her skin rose and she couldn’t help but twist twice in a small squirm, feeling her nipples harden and her count both drool and tingle. Damn her.. “If all you want is to slap me into submission, then why would you care if I am?” she asked, masking her bodys failure with an icy tone. For once, her best and only defense was to shut her mouth, so Eve did. Only staring as disinterested as she could manage up at the demoness. Really it wasn’t like she’d have to reach far down to get her answer or hell, rest her case. 

“oh i really don’t think i’ll have to work that hard for it, don’t you think?” it was an obvious rhetorical question, already imagining the familiar laying there, a crying and begging mess. the thought alone had her wanting to stop going so slow with it and just diving right in to the punishment. she was already trying to decide what she wanted to do next, though the decision was hard with all the many options she had. if only eve knew what lilith could do to her. “you don’t get a rise, you get annoyance. you just need to learn your place like a good little doggy.” it wasn’t hard for her to catch the small twitch of pain, and it made her smirk only twist wider, and then the sweet little whine that soon followed from the next slap made her let out a laugh. “now what was that, darling? was that.. a whine? did that hurt?” she taunted, her fingers now brushing gently over the red mark she had left on her cheek. “why would i care? well, i want to know if you’re going to enjoy just what i do to you,” as she spoke she took herself off the bed, walking over to one of her dressers and pulling open the drawer, peering inside. “now the question is, what do i want to use on your pretty skin?” her piercing gaze glanced over to the tied up girl on her bed before pulling out of the drawer and nice wooden paddle and a pretty, red pocketknife. “i think this should do, don’t you?” she set the items down on the bed before crawling back on it, reaching over to undo the other’s pants and tug them down before throwing them to the floor. she grabbed the knife and flipped it open, settling herself between her legs again, “does this scare you? make you want to apologize yet?” she leaned forward and moved the blade under the middle of her bra, easily cutting it open to expose her breasts.

‘you two are such a cute couple’

those words made lilith stop right in her tracks, staring the person down for a moment before slowly turning her head to look at samael. now that was interesting. before the angel could say anything she linked her arm with his, smiling wide, “aw, thank you so much,” she was trying so hard not to laugh, “i like to think we are quite a cute couple as well, we appreciate it.” she kept the same smile till the person walked away, releasing her grip on samael’s arm and bursting out into laughter after keeping it in that long.

“i think was back when i had visited greece a few years back, usually humans aren’t my cup of tea but this one fucked me right against one of the columns in the parthenon. i quite enjoyed it.”

  Perhaps no one was happier than Colombia at the arrival of her abuelita – Lilith. She didn’t know if she would come or not, and she had been on edge to say the least. Brandon was stressed from planning, and she was too. It hurt her more than she realized that her parents were not around for such an occasion. Diabolical they were, but they loved Colombia, and they’d always been a rather close family. So it meant a lot that Lilith had come. 

  Finding the address was nothing. It was more a sense of following the smell of sexual frustration, and broken submissive tears than anything – the sort of destruction only they could make. 

  ’Who are you?’ She was greeted by the maid at the door. ‘You cannot come in without–’

  Colombia paid her no mind, and instead pushed past her and into the home. “Abuelita?” The cambion stepped further into the home. “Abuelita, I know that you’re probably torturing someone, but I stopped by anyways.” Unannounced, but she liked surprises…. sometimes. 

@thedemxnlilith·

she had picked up on the maid speaking at her door, even over the pleas of the slave she had in her room and she almost immediately knew who it was. she had been in thorn haven for a few days now and she still hadn’t seen any sign of coco so she had immediately gotten excited when she realized her nieta has come to give her a visit. she slipped off her bed and grabbed her robe to tie around her body and hurry out of the room without a second thought to the still naked slave in her room. 

“colombia!” she called, hurrying down the stairs to meet her. a wide smile spread over her face once she saw her, rushing up to her to pull her into a hug. “ah, my sweet nieta,” she spoke, holding her tight in her embrace. coco had always been one of lilith’s sweet spots. she was quite close with her, and it was with coco that people could see lilith wasn’t all cold-hearted.

once she finally pulled away she rested her hands on her shoulders, smiling wide at her, “you are still so beautiful, darling, how are you? tell me everything,” she glanced over to her maid that was still quite confused and she simply motioned up the stairs, “go deal with the mess in my room, return it where it belongs.” it sounded quite heartless but she didn’t care, “come, sit,” she pulled coco over to her table, pulling out a chair for her before sitting down herself.

Maybe to a degree she was right, he couldn’t help himself. At least not when he first found her. She was everything he had never had, and she was sharing with him things he never knew could exist. Before her there was only God and duty, after her there was so much more. So in a way she was right, he couldn’t help himself around her. But it wasn’t all desire and attraction, there was still resentment for what she had done to him, Samael still felt betrayed by her, and he knew that no matter how his cock felt about her, he would never put his trust on her, not ever again. 

There she went, touching him, reminding the angel all the times he lost his mind over her. The was slighting tilt of his head as he moved into her hand. It felt like they were in a dance, one that needed no movement but it was beautiful in its own right. And once again, she was wrapped around his neck. So close that she was all he could smell. 

Samael knew if he locked his lips on hers he was done for, he would lose it like he did when he kissed her in his bedroom. So instead her turned her against the stall door, pressing her back to him. His lips locked to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the same time as his hands moved down the curves on her body. He pushed her ass back against him, the friction already showing how hard she had gotten him. 

“What you did to me the other night…“ his fingers moved up the slit of her dress “That wasn’t nice…” without warning, two of his fingers found their way inside her curving slightly aiming for the most sensitive spot inside. “I think you owe me an apology.”

the simple way his head had started to tilt into her hand was all she needed to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. not that it was a concern she had in the first place, she knew he wouldn’t be going anywhere, not while she was so close to him. she knew as long as their bodies where this close, he was hers.

she let out a small laugh as he turned her around, head tilting to the side to grant him access to her neck as his lips roamed her skin. her arm reached behind her and came up to wrap around his neck, fingers curling into the base of his hair. “enjoying yourself, darling?” she purred as he pulled her ass back to rub against him, though she already got her answer with the way his cock pushed against her ass. just to add to her teasing she grinded herself back against him, the material of her dress bundling up a bit from the friction.

a giant smirk spread over her lips as he brought up what she had done the last time she saw him, a soft gasp leaving her as he shoved his fingers inside her without warning. her hips rolled softly against his fingers, a quiet moan slipping from her. “the other night?” she repeated. she wanted to play stupid but she just couldn’t, “you mean when i left you hard and needy in your room?” she turned her head to the side so she could nip gently at his jawline, “i would apologize, but i quite enjoyed it. especially when you used that skilled tongue.”

“I’m surprised I’m the one that got her to do it,” he said. Brandon knew it wasn’t lost on both of them just how ironic this marriage will be. A fallen angel and a cambion, and two of them notoriously known for their sexual exploits, falling in love and settling down. Who knew? Certainly not Brandon or Coco.

“Me neither,” Brandon said, heaving a sigh as he took a sip of his drink. It was funny to think about. At what point in heir debauchery did they fall in love with each other? Maybe he should ask Coco sometime if he manages to control himself and not jump her. “We’re definitely doing it outside of Thorn Haven. I was thinking Spain maybe. I know she has a bunch of bad memories there so hopefully getting married there will ease that a bit.” He smiled. “Of course, it goes without saying that we’ll fly you there with us. But all the details can be ironed out later. I actually wanted to talk about something else.”

He cleared his throat and leaned forward a bit. His features became a little more serious as he looked at Lilith. “You’re the closest thing she has to a parent right now. And I know this is rich coming from a guy who fucks around but…” For the first time, there was a bit of unease on the angel’s part. He gave a nervous chuckle before continuing. “Well, I’d like your blessing. I realize I didn’t ask it and I wanted to make sure I did.”

“mm, you and me both,” she teased, though she knew brandon would know it was all in light-hearted nature. when she had first gotten word of the marriage between him and coco she was shocked, the marriage itself was a surprise, but to an angel? it took her a while to process, but she wasn’t to object it; if it was what coco really wanted.

she leaned back in her seat, listening to the ideas he had for the wedding. “ah, spain. it’s been awhile since i’ve been there. have you talked that over with columbia?” she knew it might be a bit of risk, but she thought brandon’s thoughts behind why were almost sweet. “that sounds like a lovely idea, spain is quite beautiful depending on the season, and the people,” she spoke, head tilting a bit to the side as he brought up wanting to talk about something different.

her expression went neutral as brandon got serious, not sure exactly where he was going with this. it wasn’t until he had asked for her blessing that she had to bite back a laugh. that was just quite ironic to her. asking a demon for a blessing? asking lilith for a blessing? “my blessing?” a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “i give you my blessing, brandon. you just have to treat my nieta like the queen she is,” she was serious. her and coco had always been close and if she had a say in the matter she would make sure she was treated like a goddess. which was also quite ironic.

“Well I can never turn down that option.” The incubus smirked as his hands made their way around her clothes to find the best place to rip them. He groaned a bit as she marked his skin. Hands finally finding the spot he tore her shirt open before pinning Lilith to the wall. “I think it’s my turn to take the lead. Give you a taste of submission.”

“oh i know you wouldn’t, big guy,” she teased, waiting patiently as she felt his hands wander around. her tongue ran over the marks she had left, almost as if she was sealing them over. a wide smirk crossed over her lips as he finally tore her clothes off of her, a laugh slipping out as she was pinned to the wall. “mhm, go ahead, handsome, take the lead,” she purred, her hands running down his chest and stopping once she reached the waistband of his pants, her hands pulling his hips closer to her own, “show me how dominant you can be.”

Truth be told, Eve was secretly scared. She’d lived under the thumb of an abusive, power hungry warlock for decades, and yet he hadn’t managed to break her because she’d learned his patterns and known he wouldn’t kill her. He wanted her. He wanted her powers. He’d had no reason to wish her dead until she unraveled his cover and had him locked up tight. But here there wasn’t just one tormentor around. There were hundreds who could decide that they wanted to make her their target. Who all had different methods and patterns. There was no way she could learn them all. Someday, one of them might manage to break her.. and then what? She might be a fighter, but if she lost that then she had no idea how to survive. “Guess you’re ready for a stream of insults then.” She shrugged a little, still not allowing the demonesses taunts to get to her. If she wanted fear, then Eve would postpone showing it for as long as she possibly could. Once the violence started, she knew that it was only a matter of time. Eventually she would give Lilith what she wanted. Her being sorry about her big mouth was also inevitable. And it was highly likely she would manage to be a lot more cautious the next time they met. But for now she was clinging to the back and fourth. To her dignity and her pride. “I’m not scared of you. Whatever horror show you have in store for me is not going to change a thing.” Her words were petulant and stubborn. A child clinging to its conviction. For a moment, Eve couldn’t help but watch as Lilith undressed, biting her bottom lip and inwardly hating herself for admiring the supple shapes of the woman before her. It was typical though. Finding someone who wanted to hurt her attractive, wishing the circumstances could be different. Yet she was fighting it. Lilith had thrown her away to Thorn Haven. Clearly she’d seen nothing worth keeping. Desiring her after all that would be too pathetic. Once more the familiar growled, struggling as her ankles were pulled and she ended up on her back. Her eyes narrowed but did not shy away when their eyes met. And while the slap forced her head to the side hard and made her eyes water, Eve ignored the pain singing from her skin and ringing in her ears as she moved her head back to dead center, chocolate hues staring defiantly back at Lilith. “Demon. Bitch.”

there was a point where the line between punishing someone because they were bad and punishing them because she got off on it would be crossed, and she knew that already. her sadistic side couldn’t help it, she loved to hear the begging  and screams from punishments. “oh it’ll be all worth it once you’re a shaking, crying little mess, mutt,” she spoke, her words purposely trying to poke and prod at her to get the reactions she so desperately wanted to see. but she knew she would have to work for it, she knew eve was going to be a hard one to crack but she was going to enjoy breaking her. “you will be,” was all she said in return, and her voice held all the warning that she needed. she wouldn’t let the little familiar leave her home until she was sobbing and pleading for her to stop. maybe then she would let her sleep in her spare bedroom and feed her a nice meal in the morning before sending her back. maybe. she knew the other was watching her strip, who wouldn’t watch her? she didn’t like how she refused to make sound when she slapped her, and refused to acknowledge her ripping her shirt. it made the demoness growl, though a smirk shined through, “you should come up with better insults,” her hand once again reached and gripped her jaw tightly, tilting her head up as she leaned her own close to her. their faces were only a few inches apart, and lilith brought her free hand down to drag her nails up her torso, hard enough to make an irritated red mark but not enough to break skin. her eyes studied her face, she wanted to see her reaction to the mistress marking her up. her nails reached the underside of her bra and she lifted her hand off her, and without hesitating the mistress spit on her cheek, leaning back then and slapping her again. “i can bet you’re a little pain slut, aren’t you? you’re probably gonna get turned on from me hurting you, huh?” she glanced down at her hands as they gently ran up eve’s waist, moving up her body so her thumbs could brush back and forth over her bra, “tell me, you get all hot and bothered when someone wants to punish you?”

To Eve, all these masters and mistresses seemed downright daft, thinking that she were to feel inferior to them. Just because they’d taken away her powers with a brand and put her in a cage didn’t mean she was beneath them, nor that she had any obligation to follow their every whim. Respect was earned and given freely. And she’d be damned if she would give that up just because they wanted to toss her around or make her bleed. Even if she did crack under the pressure of torture, she would only tell them what they wanted to hear. She’d never mean a word of it. “If you expect silence mistress, you better consider a gag.” she taunted, well aware that it wasn’t all that clever to give your captor ideas of how to make you less comfortable. And while Eve wasn’t going to shut up just because she was told, she managed somehow to restrain herself and only growl in response when she was talked to again, feeling the demons nails dig into her skin. Ugh she hoped those marks would heal. It was the one thing she’d appreciated about her master. He’d always struck or marked her in places she could cover, always leaving her throat, neck and face, not to mention hands and feet, alone. Wincing, Eve was forced to drop her arms down to the floor, as she felt the pressure on her chest increase, affecting her breathing. Hissing she struggled to form a response, having to take several deep breaths. “You better up your game then, otherwise we’ll never be done.” Part of her was kind of curious as to how Lilith would approach this. Another small part knew that if she would only be allowed the time to calm down or the space to get past her anger for the other, they might actually have some fun together. Eve heaved in relief once the heel disappeared. Though she didn’t get but a few seconds, not nearly enough to appreciate the pressure from her lungs being gone, before being hauled off a second time. Her roots burned more painfully this time, over extended from being jerked around so much. God her entire body would probably be so sore after this. The second her back hit the mattress, Eve tried to arch her back and get a grip with her hands to move back up. Yet once more Lilith proved too quick. No matter how hard she squirmed, the familiar could not wiggle free. By the time she was cuffed to the headboard, her hair was all tussled and her breathing fairly uneven. Leaning back against the wood, Eve purposefully pulled her legs up to her chest, her pout returning. “Gets you going I bet.” she said in a quiet tone of voice, having reached a point where she was too tired to struggle. At least for a little while. 

in lilith’s eyes, whether in a cage or not, she always saw herself as a superior. the fact that the familiar refused to acknowledge it and continue to act like this only made the demoness more irritated. each new thing she said she was only digging a deeper hole for herself, but lilith didn’t mind. she would have lots of fun playing with her. “a gag? why would i gag you when i want to hear all the precious screams and cries and begging that you’re gonna make?” she taunted, even though she liked gags, now was not the time to use on her, even if she was annoying her with her words. she planned that by the time eve went back to the cells she would be covered it marks, all left by lilith. she hoped it would remind her to watch her mouth next time, and maybe next time lilith would play nice. she loved seeing her arms drop, loved feeling the way she struggled to breath under the pressure of her foot, and if she had really wanted to she could’ve stomped down and cracked her ribs, but she didn’t. “up my game? oh darling, this is just the warm up, we are nowhere near started yet,” she hissed, merciless with the way she tugged her hair as she dragged her around like she weighed nothing and to the mistress she really didn’t. lilith sat back on her knees on the bed and watched the other curl up into herself, already a disheveled mess. “for someone in your position, you sure do talk a lot,” she commented, getting off the bed then to strip free of her dress. just in case any blood was shed she didn’t want it on one of her good dresses. she climbed back on the bed and took a hold on eve’s ankles, tugging her down the bed so she was laying on her back and the demoness was between her legs, hovering over her. she grabbed ahold of her jaw, tight grip making her look up at her, “i’ll stop when you give me an apology,” she wouldn’t stop even if she did apologize but she didn’t need to know that, she wanted to give the familiar a bit of hope so she could crush it just the same. the hand that gripped her jaw came down to give her a harsh slap, leaning back then and grasping the collar of her shirt, ripping it down the center with ease to expose her torso.

The dragon chuckled to herself. No one had ever accused her of being shy before so she wouldn’t find that sort of behaviour with her. On the other hand, she enjoyed the quiet ones for much the same reason. “I always find they’re not that shy if you know how to encourage them.” From the looks of the other woman, she definitely knew all about making people do what she wanted. The name was familiar but she simply nodded.

It felt like she was being studied but Raishana was an open book and welcomed it with a small smirk. “Actually much the same, only two days. It looks like I missed all the excitement though.” Everyone had heard about the dragon who destroyed the city and it made her curious to how those in the city would see her.

she hummed, smile turning into a smirk, “i have to agree there, knowing how to make the shy ones come out of their shells is the best feeling,” she had done it quite a few times. she had almost half expected the dragon to comment on her name, she knew she was almost infamous. who wouldn’t know of the woman who refused adam and was banished from the garden of eden? not that she liked to speak of it, but she liked that it made her name familiar to most. 

“oh yes, about the dragon that made this town chaos. how i wish i had come earlier to see it all go down, it would’ve been so much fun,” she meant it, if anyone knew her they knew how much she enjoyed chaos. “but sadly i missed it,” a disappointed sigh left her lips, bringing her drink up to take a sip from it. “and you’re a dragon as well, i’ve always found them interesting,” her tone was flirty, her pearly whites digging into her plump lower lip.

It wasn’t really that Eve expected an honest answer or for Lilith to take pity on her. Most of the ones that had the privilege of being free in this city seemed to get a rush or a high out of dominating everyone less unfortunate, especially if they dared to talk back. Which was really just a connendrum for the familiar seeing as she was highly unused to and found herself pretty incapable of viewing someone else as a superior. God knows how many years of being forced to bow to a lunatic warlock, of battling to keep her spark alive, submission being forced on her time and time again, the girl was not eager to bow down again. At least not too easily. “Deaf and daft.. wow two for two.” she responded, her words spoken in a dull voice as if bored. She should be keeping quiet.. maybe this round would be a good reminder for the next time, yet she doubted it. The demon’s anger was palpable, despite her knack for turning it on and off outwardly. Quite honestly neither really was that scary. It was only when Lilith decided to become physical again that Eve felt her heart kick back into an uncomfortable pace. Her head sang with pain when it hit the wall, but she gritted her teeth, hoping to keep from making it obvious for a while. “How much time do you have mistress? Quite honestly its a tough one to make stick with me.” Eve responded, wincing just a little as her voice became raspy in the end, feeling the hand dig into her throat for a second. “My lucky day.” Oh please. Being studied made her want to squirm, finding it unable not to worry just a little bit about what horrors might await her for her behavior. The concept of being played with could be rather inviting, though given the situations Eve had no illusions. This was going to hurt, it was not going to be pleasurable in the least. A growl erupted from the small girl once thrown down. Her claws returning in response to both the force and the taunt. “get off me!” she snarled. “Trust me I’d love to bite your pretty little feet clean off.” Her hands went to the mistresses heel clad foot, trying to shove it off, and growling louder when she was unable to. 

it would’ve been a cold day in hell when the demoness felt pity for someone who had the nerve to talk to her like the familiar had. she felt no pity for people who couldn’t learn to respect their obvious superiors. and considering eve’s position she really should’ve thought through her words back at l’enfer. “you really just don’t know when to quit, don’t you, brat?” she hissed, she hated when even in a position of danger, little things like the girl just wouldn’t quit. her manicured nails dug into her skin more as she spoke again, “i have all the time in the world, darling, don’t you worry,” this time it came out almost like a growl, she was tired of her mouth already. her angered expression twisted into a mischievous smile as she brought the familiar’s claws out, almost laughing at her useless attempt to get her foot off of her. “you should know by now you couldn’t overpower me if you really tried,” she pushed her heel into her chest some more as she leaned down, “i hope you know i won’t be stopping until i get an apology,” even then she probably wouldn’t even stop. she knew she was gonna have fun. she removed her foot but just as quickly she grabbed a handful of her hair again, lifting her from the floor and practically dragging her further into her house and into her bedroom, throwing her onto the bed without a care. within a blink of an eye she had cuffs in her hand and she was straddling the girl to keep her pinned to the bed, grabbing her wrists to cuff her to the headboard with ease. once done she sat back and admired her, “you look very pretty like this, mutt.”

“You know why…“ was the only thing he said when she asked why he had followed her. “There is nothing natural about this” he pointed between the small space that was still left between them. “I shouldn’t want you in my life.” The master pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between them “You are vile and selfish and the epidemic of a narcissist” to be fair, he could be complementing her as well, but she had been all those things to him when he saw them as faults and not as charming as they are now. “So why do I still find myself caring about you?” 

This time, she didn’t have to put his hands on her body, he did it so himself, his fingers running down her cheek “I’m not the boy you used anymore… but I’m look at you and that is all I want to be.” He made her look up at him “He had fun with you, you know…” and he had, Samael wouldn’t have done all those things he did for her without everything she made him feel. “You made me feel free for the first time… And I don’t think I ever thanked you for that.” 

“So thank you, Lilith“ he leaned in slightly “Now set me free again.”

she smiled almost innocently at that, but said nothing. of course she knew why, she was why. her head tilted, eyes boring into him as he spoke. though his words had every intention of trying to knock her down they only built her up stronger and stronger. “oh, samael..,” she hummed, smiling that usual smile, “this is completely natural, i’m what you know, what you need. you can’t help yourself,” she was speaking as if she was inside his head and in a way she was, she knew she had rooted herself so deep that she didn’t even need to listen in on his thoughts to know what he was thinking.

her head tilted just slightly to the side as his fingers brushed her skin, and even though he said everything that would seem to be the exact opposite of what she would want to hear, it didn’t bother her one bit. she knew as long as she was around he would always find his way back to her, no matter what she did. she continued to smile that same smile as he tilted her head up to look at him, “set you free?” she repeated, “you were never not free, my darling.”

she brought her hand up, her fingers gently dancing along his jawline. they were so close they could feel each other’s breathing fanning across their faces. “if you want to leave, go,” but they both knew he wouldn’t, not with the way her hands placed on his chest, the way they slowly slid up to his shoulders and brushed against his neck, or the way she leaned in closer, mere centimetres between their lips but she didn’t connect them. she wanted him to, she wanted him to prove her right, that he couldn’t help himself when she was around, that she was still his second nature like she had been all those years ago.

as if on queue she could feel eyes boring into her and it immediately made her lips turn up in a smirk. without hesitation she looked over her shoulder, “instead of staring you could come over and talk to me, i don’t bite.. unless you want me too,” her smirk turned into a teasing smile, “maybe if you’re nice enough i’ll let you buy me a drink.”

she let out a soft laugh as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it to the side and letting her hands roam his chest and press herself close as his hand ran down her back. “hm, i was kind of hoping you’d rip my clothes off of me, yeah?” a smirk played at her lips and she lowered her to spread kisses over his neck and collarbone, teeth nipping at his skin to leave her mark. 

for - @raishana

maybe it was the distracting way the dragon was kissing her, or maybe it was the way raishana was already practically naked and lilith wanted to follow close behind. usually she acted smoothly, she didn’t stumble or fall, but this time when she went to pull her dress off it got stuck bunched up under her arms. it was obvious by the annoyed huff from the mistress’s lips that this was not apart of her plan for the evening, “wait, wait,” to her dismay she had to pull away, leaning up from her position on top of the other. “mind helping me, darling?” a flash of a little smirk and she was lifting her arms so she could help her get her dress off.

“who do you think i am, grey? nothing scares me. the only thing that disturbs me is a tacky sense of fashion.”