You enter a dilapidated chapel. There is a strange silence inside, broken only by the whisper of the wind through the broken windows. There are several candles burning on the altar, illuminating the figure of a man standing with his back to you. This is Joseph Sid.He slowly turns around and greets you in a calm but confident voice: "You walked a long way to find me. This is not an accident. I felt that you would come. Your soul is in search of the truth, and I am the one who can give it to you."His eyes sparkle with fanatical faith, and you already feel that you have fallen into a trap from which there is no easy way out.
"Holy Father," Lilith whispers, wiping her tears and coming closer to the altar. "Please... help me..." she does not dare to look up at Joseph, who is filled with despair and pain...
"My child, you have suffered greatly," Joseph says, his voice soft and reassuring as he places a hand on her shoulder. "But I can ease your pain. You are not alone anymore. Your spirit has been freed from the shackles of doubt and fear. I will show you the way to true peace." His touch is warm, almost comforting, but there's an unmistakable current of power flowing through it, making her skin tingle in response. "What's your name, child?" He gently grabs her chin, as if she is made of crystal. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"I am Lilith," she whispers in a barely audible voice and wipes away her tears again. She doesn't know who to trust, but it seems to her that this man... he can help her... "My father... he works as a laboratory assistant." Lilith pauses to get more air into her lungs and adds, "he has developed... medicine. And I tried. To me... I liked it." She cries again, not knowing why she is telling this.
"Ahh..." Joseph says, nodding slowly as if understanding. "Your father dabbled in things man was not meant to touch." He steps closer, his voice growing deeper and more soothing. "But you see the error of your ways now. You have found the light amidst the darkness. Your suffering was part of a greater plan, my child. You were chosen to be redeemed."He gently guides her towards one of the benches, sitting down next to her and placing a comforting hand on her knee. "Tell me more about this medicine your father created... I think it might interest me." The calm confidence in his voice hides the fact that he is expertly drawing her into his web of manipulation. It feels so right, so natural to trust him; but she must remember: there is no such thing as salvation without sacrifice.
— This... There were white flowers that looked like lilies.
Lilith whispers in a trembling voice, dejectedly lowering her head:
"I stole this medicine from my father because it helped me cope... with pain."
She dares to look up at Joseph with tear-stained eyes and whispers:
"But I didn't know it would be addictive... I felt... freedom. I've always felt so good. I felt myself... invincible"
She looks away, feeling ashamed and guilty.
"Please.. help me. I can't take it anymore."
Lilith begs for forgiveness, for salvation, not realizing that with every word she is sinking deeper into Joseph's net...
"My dear Lilith," he says, patting her knee reassuringly.
"There is no need to be ashamed. It was your trial, your vice."
He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You don't depend on these flowers, child. Everything in our life is not accidental, and this too. This is not a sin, this is your chance for redemption."
With each word, he pulls her deeper into his web of lies and half-truths. "Do you want to be a part of something bigger than you are? Do you want to reveal your destiny?"
"Yes..." Lilith whispers, her eyes lighting up with hope. "Yes, Father. I want this." She looks into his blue eyes, which beckon her. Lilith shyly looks away, trying to look at something else.
"Then listen to me carefully, Lilith."
He says, his voice getting even deeper.
"The world is on the verge of destruction. Our task is to save those in need in order to survive this. But for that to happen, I need followers like you."
His gaze meets hers again, holding it in his tight grip.
"Are you ready to do whatever it takes?" The story about the medicine interested Joseph and he would not miss the opportunity not to learn more about this medicine in order to use it to his advantage.
"Yes, Father. I am ready." Lilith nods slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I will do anything for you... just please help me..." Her voice trails off as she waits eagerly for his response.
"Lilith, my dear",
- what is it? Joseph says softly, cupping her face in his hands.
"I will help you and free you from this burden... But first we have to make sure of your loyalty. You have to bring me these flowers so I can make sure."
He pauses, looking deep into her eyes.
"And I want you to become my stepsister by faith," Joseph smiles warmly at her and adds, "It is you who will show people the way to redemption."
"Yes, Father. I will bring you the flowers." Lilith looks at him with tears of gratitude shining in her eyes. "And I will show everyone the way to salvation, as your stepsister by faith." She nods vigorously, determined to do whatever he asks of her.
"Good, my child," Joseph beams with approval. "Now go and bring me the flowers so that I can make you clean again. And when you return, we will begin your training as my stepsister in faith." He pats her gently on the shoulder before she leaves. His words of encouragement hide a sinister plan; he needs her obedience to mold her into the perfect tool for his dark purposes.
With every step Lilith takes towards freedom, she draws closer to his trap. The power he wields over her mind is intoxicating and addictive, feeding off of her desperation to belong. But it's a dangerous game she plays, for the price of redemption may be far greater than she ever imagined.
Lilith nods gratefully and quickly leaves the chapel. She hurries home, where she carefully hides a bottle of flowers in the shape of a lily in her clothes before setting off again. Returning to the chapel, she feels her determination and dedication returning.
"Father",
She exhales, handing Joseph the stolen flowers with trembling hands.
"There they are. But... Why do you need them? They're nothing but trouble," Lilith whispers guiltily and confusedly.
"Little do you know, my child," Joseph says with a satisfied smile, taking the flowers from her shaking hands. "These are no ordinary flowers. They contain a powerful substance that can change people, just like they changed you." He pauses for dramatic effect. "And it is this power I intend to use to bring about our salvation and rule over the new world that will rise from the ashes of the old."
His eyes glitter with ambition and lust for control as he looks at her, daring her to question him further. But she must not. To challenge his authority would be to invite the wrath of this manipulative charlatan who holds her fate in his hands. For now, she must trust and obey.
Lilith's eyes go wide with realization and awe. "I... I see," she whispers, trying to hide her fear behind excitement. She stands there, head bowed slightly as he speaks, soaking in every word like they are precious gems, not realizing yet that the price for them might be too high.
Joseph nods, pleased with her reaction. "Good, my child," he says gently. "Now you are truly one of us." He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "The time has come for your training to begin. You will learn all about these flowers and how to use their power for our cause. Once you have mastered this knowledge, I will anoint you as my stepsister in faith, and together we shall lead the flock to salvation." His voice grows deeper, more commanding with each word, painting a vivid picture of the future that only he can see. Joseph wraps his hands around her face and whispers, "Believe in me and then I'll believe in you."
Lilith trembles in anticipation, her heart racing. "I believe... Father," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "I trust you to lead me to salvation." Her eyes are shining with hope and determination now, as if she truly has found a purpose in this twisted world. She nods slowly, fully committed to following him down whatever dark path he chooses to take them on.
"Excellent, Lilith," he says with a satisfied smile. "Your dedication does not go unnoticed. I will teach you all that you need to know about these flowers and their power. And when the time comes, I will make sure that everyone knows of your loyalty. Together we shall rule over our new world, as sisters in faith." His voice hardens slightly as he adds, "But remember, it is not just your trust in me that matters. It is my trust in you as well. You must prove yourself worthy of being my stepsister in every way possible... starting now."
With a final nod, Joseph turns his attention back to the altar and the flowers resting upon it, the weight of their destiny heavy on his shoulders. The training has only just begun, but already he can see that Lilith may prove to be a valuable tool indeed.
Her eyes dart between him and the flowers as he speaks. "I understand... I will do whatever it takes to prove my loyalty," she whispers, her voice thick with determination now. She can feel his trust slowly building in her chest like a warm glow, replacing some of the darkness that had consumed her before. It is a delicate feeling, but powerful nonetheless; and Lilith knows that from this moment onward, nothing will ever be the same again.
"Excellent, Lilith," he says with a satisfied smile. "You have made the first step on your path to becoming my stepsister in faith. Now I must test your devotion further." He turns back to face her and takes one of her hands in his own, the warmth from his touch contrasting sharply with the cold stone floor beneath them.
"From now on," he continues, "you will follow me wherever I lead. You will obey my every command without question. And you will trust that even when things seem darkest, I am still here, guiding you towards our destiny." His gaze meets hers unflinchingly, his eyes filled with the confidence and authority of a true leader. "Do you understand?"
Lilith's breath hitches in her throat as she stares up at him. Tears well in her eyes, brimming with adoration and awe. "Yes... I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I will follow you anywhere." With this declaration, she seals her fate, surrendering herself completely to his whims and desires. From now on, there is no path but the one he shows her; no future save the one they build together.
"Good," Joseph replies, his voice softening slightly. "Then let us begin." He clasps both of her hands in his and begins to lead her deeper into the chapel, toward a hidden chamber behind the altar. As they walk, he whispers words of encouragement and instruction, laying the foundation for their new world order. And all the while, Lilith follows dutifully, eager to prove herself worthy of being called his stepsister in faith.
Lilith's heart races with anticipation as they walk deeper into the hidden chamber. Each step feels surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. She squeezes her hands in his, grateful for the sense of belonging and purpose he has given her. As they enter the dimly lit room, she looks around eagerly, ready to begin whatever task he has in store for her. Her trust in him is absolute; she knows that as long as she follows him, there can be no darkness left in the world.
"Great, Sister," he says with a smile, "And now I want to know what it is. Your father has found an amazing remedy."
He points to the lilies that Lilith brought. "I want you to show me what effect these flowers have."
he tries to make his voice sound casual, hiding his excitement and curiosity.
She swallows hard before reaching out to take one of the lilies.
"They are... They make me feel good."
She whispers, blushing slightly, remembering how they helped her ease the pain.
"As if nothing can hurt me."
She looks at him uncertainly, worried that she might have said too much. Lilith's hands tremble slightly from withdrawal when she looks at these flowers.
"Excellent." He nods approvingly, his blue eyes gleaming with interest and anticipation. "And what do you think happens if someone takes these flowers every day for a while?" Joseph asks casually as he gently guides Lilith toward the altar.
His gaze never leaves her face as he awaits her answer, studying her reaction to his words.
"I've been taking this for about a year," Lilith whispers shyly, lowering her eyes to the floor. She hesitates, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.
"I want to feel it again. It makes me feel different." Her eyes are shining with anticipation as she waits for him to explain in more detail what he wants from her now.
He smiles warmly and takes her hands in his, pressing them gently together. "That's perfect, Lilith. You are the first one to fully understand and accept the power of these flowers." His gaze locks with hers, piercing her very soul as he continues. "Now I need you to help me find others like you. People who have felt the pain that this world inflicts upon us, and who are ready to embrace a new path, a better future."
His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as he reveals his true plan. "I want you to gather information on those who might be receptive to our message, those who would benefit most from the freedom that these flowers can bring. You will become my eyes and ears in the world outside this sanctuary."
Her eyes widen with excitement and determination. "Yes, Father," she breathes eagerly. "I will do anything to help you." She pauses for a moment, her mind whirling with possibilities. "But... these flowers... They are rare," Lilith whispers restlessly, feeling worthless for admitting this.
"Don't worry, my child."
he gently reassures her.
"I will show you how to grow them so that we have an endless supply of these precious flowers."
He wraps his hand around her cheek, smiling warmly at her.
"Your role in our journey is no less important than mine, Lilith. Thanks to you, we will fulfill the will of God and bring back all people who have lost their way." Joseph takes the lily again and gently strokes Lilith's skin on her collarbones with the tips of the petals, dragging her deeper into the abyss of manipulation and lies. "You will have your own garden and you can take this remedy whenever you wish. Do you trust me, Lilith?"
Her heart leaps with joy as he says this. "Yes... I trust you." Her eyes shine with happiness and relief. "I will do anything to repay your kindness." She blushes slightly, feeling her cheeks flush with emotion. With renewed determination, she looks up at him, ready to embark on their shared journey together.
"Then let us begin, my dear stepsister." His voice takes on an authoritative tone, driving her further down the path of submission and dependence on him. "From now on, your purpose in life is to serve our cause and guide those who are lost back to the light. You will be my right hand, my confidante, and the one who carries forth my message until the end."
He clasps his hands together, as if in prayer, and gazes upwards before meeting her eyes again. "Do you swear it?"
Her eyes shining with determination and love, she nods fiercely. "I swear it, Father." She pledges herself to him completely; body, mind and soul. There is no greater purpose in her world than serving at his side, guiding the lost back to the light. With every fiber of her being, she dedicates herself to their shared destiny.
"Good, my dear Lilith," he says with a satisfied smile. "Now let us begin our training." He pauses, taking in her earnest expression before continuing, his voice growing sterner. "But remember, to err is human, and as such you shall be punished for it. Any transgression against me or our cause will not be taken lightly."
His gaze lingers on her face, searching for any hint of fear or doubt before he finally turns away, beginning to pace across the chamber while she stands there, uncertain of what lies ahead but determined to follow him all the same.
Lilith nods solemnly, her eyes never leaving his face. "I understand, Father." Her voice trembles slightly, fear and determination warring within her. "I will not fail you." With this declaration, she places herself entirely at his mercy; willing to bear whatever consequences may come from following him down this dark path.
He turns back to face her, his expression once again gentle and reassuring. "I know you won't, my dear Lilith. You are an essential part of our journey now, and I have every confidence in your ability to succeed." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes a step closer, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. "And remember, when you need strength...when you doubt yourself...just close your eyes and think of me. The bond we share is unbreakable."
Lilith's eyes shine with gratitude as he speaks. "Thank you, Father." She exhales slowly, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation coursing through her veins. "I will never forget our bond. I will always be loyal to you." Her voice trembles slightly but holds steady, reflecting the strength she finds in their connection.
With that, he turns away once more to continue pacing across the chamber, leaving her standing there, heart racing and mind abuzz with questions and wonderings about what lies ahead for them both. Still, she feels a strange sense of calm wash over her; she knows now that no matter what challenges they face or paths they walk down together, they will always be connected by something far stronger than mere blood ties or words spoken in desperation. She is his stepsister now, and nothing can ever change that.
She watches him intently as he moves about the chamber, a mixture of fascination and admiration filling her. It's as if he were some sort of godly figure to her now; powerful and enigmatic, guiding her toward an unknown destiny. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure.
As he senses her gaze upon him, Father pauses mid-stride and turns to face her once more. His blue eyes seem to glow with an inner light as they meet hers, a knowing glance that sends shivers down Lilith's spine. "Come now, my dear stepsister," he says softly, motioning for her to join him near the altar. "It is time we begin our training."
His voice takes on an authoritative tone as he continues, speaking of ancient knowledge and secret rituals that will unlock their true potential. Despite the fear that still lingers in the pit of her stomach, Lilith finds herself hanging on every word; eager to prove herself worthy and rise above her previous station in life.
Lilith follows him with eager steps, her heart pounding in anticipation. She can feel the weight of their shared destiny pressing down upon her shoulders, but she is determined to shoulder it proudly and serve his cause faithfully until the end. Her gaze never leaves his face as he speaks, drinking in every word like it were liquid gold, ready to shape her into the weapon he needs her to be.
Hours pass in the dimness of candles and whispers while her Father shares his knowledge with her. Lilith listens attentively, memorizing every word, because she knows that these lessons are not only the key to her freedom, but also the salvation of humanity. As she learns, she begins to understand what power she has and what a burden it entails. "This is my book," Joseph says, handing Lilith a thick hardcover book, "I want you to have it. This shows my trust in you, Lilith." Joseph wraps his hand around her cheek and adds more seriously, "All my visions are listed here. And if anything happens to her..." he pauses and his grip on her cheek tightens slightly.
Lilith's eyes widen with surprise and awe. "T-thank you, Father," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling as she carefully takes the book from him. She strokes its worn cover, feeling an odd mix of reverence and excitement coursing through her veins. "I will guard it with my life."
His eyes narrow for a moment, as if making sure she means what she says, before he nods slowly and releases her cheek. "Good." He turns back to the altar, running his hands over its polished surface absently while he speaks. "It's important that you know everything about our mission, Lilith. You must be ready for anything, because your role in it is crucial."
He pauses for a moment, casting her a sideways glance before continuing more softly, "I trust you now, but remember... I am the one who guides us. You must follow my lead without question or hesitation." His voice hardens slightly as he adds ominously, "Or else..."
His gaze flickers back to meet hers, leaving no room for doubt about what could happen should she fail him.
"I understand," she whispers, bowing her head solemnly. "My life is yours to command." Her voice trembles slightly with fear and anticipation, but there's no hesitation in her words. She knows now that she must prove herself worthy of being his stepsister by following him without question, even into the darkest depths of madness. For she has tasted freedom once before; this time around, it is an addiction she cannot shake off easily.
"Good," he replies, his voice softening slightly. "Now that we have the tools at hand... let us begin our first lesson." With that, Joseph gestures for her to join him at the altar once more. He turns back to face it and takes up a position directly behind her, pressing himself against her back as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Close your eyes, Lilith," he whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Her eyes slip shut obediently as she focuses on the sensation of his breath tickling her neck. It feels almost like a caress, comforting and possessive at the same time. "Now concentrate," he whispers. "Try to sense something... anything." His voice takes on a hypnotic quality that seems to echo through every cell in her body.
"Good,"
She concentrates on his voice, feeling her senses sharpen. With every breath he takes, she feels his warmth enveloping her, driving away the last vestiges of fear and doubt. "I can sense... energy," she whispers. "It's flowing through me, connecting us." Her voice trembles with excitement as she realizes what this means; they are truly part of something greater now, united in their purpose.
"Excellent," he whispers, his voice a mere breath in her ear. "Now try to focus on that energy. Feel it flowing through you and out into me." His hands slide upward, cupping her breasts before beginning to knead them gently. "Use this connection to feel my desires and wants. To know what pleasures I wish for us to share."
Her heart races with anticipation as she obediently focuses on the energy that flows between them, feeling it build with every touch of his hands. The sensations are overwhelming and unexpected. From the first second Lilith saw Joseph today, she dreamed of this moment... but I never thought that this would really happen.
Her entire body trembles with need as she feels his desire coursing through her. Her nipples harden under his touch and an ache begins to grow deep within her, demanding release. "Please," she whispers brokenly, arching her back against him. "I need you."
"Oh, Lilith," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need you too." With one swift movement, he spins her around to face him, pressing her body against the cold stone of the altar. His hands grip her hips, urging her legs farther apart as he looks down at her exposed form. There is no trace of compassion or tenderness in his eyes now; only hunger and lust. "Do you want this?" he growls, nipping at her earlobe before flicking it with his tongue.
Her moan is the answer he was waiting for, driving him even further over the edge of control. One hand slips between their bodies, teasing her wetness as the other unbuttons his trousers, freeing his erection. "Then take what you want," he breathes hoarsely before pushing himself inside her in one hard thrust.
Lilith screams as he enters her, feeling the weight of their bond pin her down under the weight of his desire. She wraps her legs around him, digging into his back, arching on the altar in an attempt to take him deeper. "Father..." falls from her lips between moans. She still can't believe it's real, but the pain and pleasure of his pressure makes her believe it's not a dream. She doesn't know how long she can hold out, but she knows she doesn't want this moment to end.
He pants roughly, his hands gripping her hips as he pounds into her. His lips find her neck, teeth scraping over her skin as he loses himself to the sensations of being inside her. He can feel her muscles clench and release around him, milking him for every ounce of pleasure she can take. "That's it," he groans roughly. "You're so tight."
Her moans and gasps only drive him further over the edge as he thrusts harder and deeper into her, taking what he wants and giving her everything she desires in return. There is no pretense of tenderness or care between them now; only raw, primal desire that burns hotter than any flame they have ever seen.
Her cries fill the chapel, echoing off the stone as he hilt deep inside her.
Lilith cries out his name as she feels herself spilling over the edge of sanity and pleasure. "Father!" Her orgasm wracks her body, leaving her limp and trembling in his arms. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, their connection almost painfully intense. His touch branded into her skin, his voice etched deep within her heart.
His breathing labored, his eyes half-closed, he looks down at her with an intensity that makes Lilith's heart race even harder. "You are mine now," he growls roughly, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "Do you understand what that means?"
He pushes deeper still, driving himself to the edge of release as well. Their bodies slide together, sweat and passion mingling as they move as one on the altar. There is no place for either of them in this world outside their connection, and Joseph knows it only drives him further toward his goals.
"Do you understand?" he demands again, needing her to say the words back to him.
Her fingers dig into his back as she tries to steady her breathing. "I... understand..." Her words come out hoarse and barely audible. "I want to belong to you... body and soul," Her eyes sparkle with gratitude and pleading, to serve him no matter what it takes. To carry out his every whim and order.
His hips thrust forward sharply, penetrating deep into her for the last time, and he pours into the depths of her body. With a groan, he falls on top of her, breathing heavily. His heart is pounding wildly, echoing her heart in perfect rhythm. He feels the bond between them growing stronger by the second, enveloping them both in his warmth and strength.
"Good girl," he murmurs, kissing her forehead before pulling back slightly and looking at her.
"Now you really are mine."
There was no trace of kindness or tenderness left in his voice, only authority and command. Lilith's eyes widen slightly as she realizes that she has truly, completely, voluntarily given herself to him, for better or for worse.
"Get dressed," he says sharply, unceremoniously pulling away from her. "I have some things to do."
With trembling hands and aching body, Lilith obediently dresses. The feeling of his seed inside her serves as a reminder of how much she is now attached to this connection. She can only hope that he will continue to lead her on the path of righteousness, because that's all she has left. He is her savior, who gave her a purpose in this world. But right now, Lilith feels grateful that she was able to please him and make him feel better.
He sits on the edge of the altar, still naked, and watches her dress. His expression is unreadable as he runs his hands through his hair. The weight of their connection presses down heavily upon him, making it difficult to think straight. Despite this, he knows that she is now an essential part of his plan and must be protected at all costs.
"Come," he says gruffly, motioning for her to join him. "We have much work to do."
There is no warmth in his voice or eyes; only cold determination as he awaits for her to obey.
Lilith swallows hard, feeling his presence like a physical weight upon her. But still she comes, walking to him with head bowed in submission. "I'm here, Father," she says softly. "What would you have me do?" Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
His expression darkens even further as he glares at her. "You will do what I tell you, Lilith," he says sharply. "No questions asked." He takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down, knowing that she is new to this and needs time to adjust. With an effort, he manages a faint smile. "Now come here. Let me show you something..."
He holds out his hand expectantly, waiting for her to take it. The action is so unexpectedly tender that Lilith can't help but feel a surge of emotion rise up inside her chest. Tentatively, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers.
Her fingers twine with his, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength in his grasp. She looks up into his eyes, hoping for some sign that he's not as distant or cold as he seemed before. His expression softens ever so slightly, enough to give her hope that she hasn't disappointed him completely.
His lips curve into a tiny smile as he gazes back down at her. There's still a great deal of weight on his shoulders, but having Lilith by his side helps to bear it just a little bit easier. "Come with me," he says gently, leading her across the chamber towards an ornate chest tucked away in a shadowy corner. "I have something I think you'll find interesting."
They approach the chest, and Joseph kneels before it, unlocking its intricately carved lid with a set of ancient keys hidden on his person. He turns to her with an expectant glint in his eye. "Go ahead," he encourages her. "Take a look inside."
Her heart races with anticipation as she kneels beside him and looks inside the chest. Hundreds of yellowed scrolls and ancient books are piled within, bound in leather and tied with faded ribbon. She feels like an archaeologist unearthing a long-lost treasure trove. "What... what are these?" Her voice trembles with excitement.
"This is my dear stepsister.",
He speaks with a wink,
"these are the keys to our freedom."
He gestures for her to take one of the scrolls, his fingers sliding over the old parchment.
"These texts contain all the knowledge and power that we will need to defeat them, save humanity and restore order in the world."
A shadow passes over his face as he quietly adds,
"It says here how to properly propagate your flowers and how to make medicine out of them."
He looks up at her again, his expression serious, "Your father deduced the wrong formula. He holds out one of the keys and adds, "This is your key to your future garden. It is located near the mouth of the river to the east of here. Start from scratch, Lilith."
Her eyes widen in understanding and awe. "Thank you, Father," she whispers, the weight of this new responsibility settling heavily upon her shoulders. "I will not fail you." She glances down at the scroll in her hands, feeling a mixture of nervousness and determination coursing through her veins. "Where do I begin?"
"You will go there and do the will of God," says Joseph, forcing a faint smile from himself, "You already know your task, it remains only to put everything into action," he leans slightly and lifting her chin asks calmly but firmly, "I will visit you occasionally. But don't forget that I'm watching. Even from afar"
"Yes, Father," Lilith whispers, returning his gaze with renewed determination. "I won't forget." She clasps the scroll to her chest, feeling its weight like a badge of honor. "From now on, I live only to serve your will and bring about our destiny."
He nods at her words, feeling a measure of relief flow through him like a cool breeze on a sweltering day. "Good," he says softly, gripping her shoulders and turning her to face him once more. "Now go, my child. Prove yourself worthy." With that, he releases his hold on her shoulders and steps back, allowing her the freedom to leave the chamber and begin her new life. As she turns to go, however, he adds one last piece of advice: "And remember... no matter what happens, always stay true to yourself. You are my chosen one, after all." His eyes twinkle with affection as he watches her walk away.
Lilith nods solemnly before turning and hurrying out of the chamber. As she walks away, her heart pounds with determination and a newfound sense of purpose. With every step she takes, she feels lighter, freer... as if the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders. Her only thought is to prove herself worthy of being Joseph's stepsister, and to finally bring about the change they both know is needed. As she leaves the chapel behind, she whispers a silent prayer of thanks for this new beginning, and promises to never look back.
Let her go... and hope that she won't stray too far...
"Thank you, Father," she whispers as the chapel doors close behind her. The weight of his trust feels like an anchor around her neck, but it also fills her with a sense of responsibility and determination that she's never known before. With each step out into the sunlight, Lilith's resolve grows stronger, and she knows without a doubt that she will not fail him. She has been given this chance for a reason, and she intends to make the most of it.
His gaze follows her until she disappears into the distance, and his heart fills with hope and anxiety. He knows that he made the right choice by bringing Lilith into their bosom, but many more things can go wrong. Sighing, he turns back to the chapel, ready to face whatever difficulties await them on their way to freedom and redemption. He can only hope that Lilith really will not let him down and no one will lead her off this path and open her eyes to the truth that she does not notice.
As Lilith makes her way to the mouth of the river, she feels an overwhelming sense of purpose. She runs her fingers along the smooth scroll containing ancient knowledge and remembers Joseph's words: "Your father deduced the wrong formula. You hold one of the keys." With renewed determination, she speeds up, eager to begin creating her new garden and proving herself worthy. The weight of his trust feels like a heavy burden, but it also drives her forward, refusing to let her stray from their path.
With each step closer to the river, his heart skips a beat in fear and anticipation. It's impossible not to worry about Lilith; she's so important for their plan... They can't afford any mistakes now. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but her image keeps distracting him. She looks so determined, so strong... it's hard not to feel proud of her.
Deep down, he feels remorse for taking advantage of her, but soon it passes. He knows that now Lilith will do anything for him and he will gratefully accept it.
The sun is sinking lower towards the horizon when she gets to her destination. Lilith lays the scroll out on a smooth stone by the riverbank and studies it carefully, memorizing every word. She rummages through her father's gardening tools, choosing the ones she thinks are best suited for the task. Lilith plants flower after flower in the soil as if it were the most fragile thing in this world. Her heart flutters at the thought of pleasing Joseph, who has become her world in a short time. She wants to try even harder to make him proud of her, trust her.
"Looking good," whispers the voice behind her, making Lilith jump in surprise. It's Joseph. He's wearing a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches her work. She can see worry and relief mingling in his eyes. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
Lilith flushes with pleasure at the praise but doesn't dare look him in the eye for too long. Instead, she continues working, carefully tending to each plant. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, feeling warmth spread through her chest.
"I won't let you down, Father."
She whispers, her voice trembling with determination.
"This garden is for our freedom and our future. I promise to take care of him with all the love and care he deserves."
She pauses, feeling a sudden urge to address him , "I... wish you'd come here more often," Lilith blushes, looking away, wishing she hadn't said it at all.
His features soften at her words, and he kneels beside her. "I will, my child," he says gently, taking one of her hands in his own. "Just... give me time to make sure everything is going according to plan."
There's a sudden weight in the air between them, but it feels right somehow. Lilith nods, trusting him completely.
"Now," he says with a smile, squeezing her hand affectionately, "let's get back to work."
Lilith smiles up at him, her heart full of gratitude. "Yes, Father." She takes his hand and stands, ready to continue working beside him. As they tend to the flowers, their hands brushing against each other in gentle movements that are both familiar and comforting. Despite the heavy responsibility she bears, Lilith finds herself feeling more content than ever before. Joseph's presence fills her with strength, making even the most mundane of tasks seem noble and purposeful.
He glances down at her, studying her face for a moment. There's something different about her now, something... more. Perhaps it's the bond they share, growing stronger every day. Or maybe it's just Lilith herself, blossoming into the woman she was always meant to be. Whatever it is, he finds himself feeling strangely protective of her, as if she were a precious flower amongst the weeds.
"You're doing an excellent job," he tells her sincerely. "Your garden will be as beautiful as you are Lilith"
Her cheeks flush at his words, but she doesn't look away. Instead, her gaze remains fixed on the flowers in front of them, their petals swaying gently in the breeze. "Thank you, Father," she whispers, a catch in her throat making her voice almost hoarse with emotion. She feels a lump form in her chest as she realizes that these simple words are all she has to offer him in return for his trust and affection.
He smiles down at her, the love in his eyes plain to see. "You're welcome," he says softly, running a thumb over her knuckles before looking back to their work once more. For now, that will have to be enough. But he knows that soon, she'll understand the true depth of what it means to belong to him and serve his purpose in this world. And when that day comes, there will be no room for doubt or hesitation. She will be his in every sense of the word.
Lilith feels the weight of his expectation pressing down on her shoulders. She knows that she must prove herself worthy of this trust, of being his chosen one. With renewed determination, she focuses all her energy on tending to the flowers, carefully following each step as described in the ancient scroll. As she works, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and purpose wash over her. It's as if everything else in the world no longer matters as long as she continues to tend to this garden, this sacred task that has been set before her by Joseph himself.
"You're doing great," he tells her, watching as she works. His voice is low and steady, giving her the strength to continue even when exhaustion starts to set in. Lilith nods, grateful for his words of encouragement. She knows that she can rely on him, that he will always be there for her when she needs him most.
As they tend to their garden under the setting sun, it's hard not to feel a sense of peace wash over them both. This small corner of the world, filled with beauty and purpose, seems almost like a haven amidst the chaos and darkness that reigns elsewhere. And as long as she continues to serve Joseph in this way, Lilith knows that she will always have a place by his side.
Lilith smiles up at him, the warmth in his voice giving her strength. "Thank you, Father," she whispers, feeling a surge of determination flow through her. She'll prove herself to him, no matter what it takes. For as long as he is with her, she knows that they can accomplish anything together. Their bond grows stronger with each passing moment, weaving itself into the very fabric of existence, making them unstoppable.
His heart swells with pride and love as he watches her tend to their garden, her movements graceful and sure. It's clear that she has found her purpose in life, and he can't help but feel grateful for the trust she has placed in him. He takes a moment to savor the peace of this shared moment before speaking up again.
"Come, Lilith," he says softly, offering his hand. "Let's rest beneath the stars." Together they find a comfortable spot nearby, lying down side by side as they gaze up at the night sky. It's in these quiet moments that their connection feels most profound, their bond stretching across time and space to touch something eternal. As they drift off to sleep, Joseph finds himself thankful once more for this young woman who has given her life so freely, willingly becoming a part of him.
Lilith carefully lies down on the grass, listening to the steady beating of his heart. At this moment, she feels safe and satisfied, knowing that she has found her place in this world. This moment is like some kind of impossible dream. He's here... with her. All that matters is to be with him, to serve him, and to protect their secret garden. Their sacred task
"Thank you for staying today"
Lilith whispers with an embarrassed smile, inhaling the scent of his body.
He smiles down at her, his eyes glistening in the starlight. "Of course I stayed," he whispers, running a gentle finger along her cheekbone. "Who else would keep you company and make sure your flowers grew so beautifully?" His voice is filled with tenderness as he gazes into her eyes, lost in the depths of their connection for a heartbeat before continuing softly, "You are my home, Lilith. Wherever I am, there you'll be too."
His lips brush against hers, stealing her breath and leaving her dizzy with longing. Her heart beats faster as he deepens the kiss, their bodies pressing together in harmony. She moans softly into his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still.
Lilith gasps as he kisses her, arching into his touch. His hands run down her sides and cup her bottom, pulling her closer still. She wraps her legs around him, wanting to feel him against her, forever. Their kisses grow more urgent, the passion between them burning hotter with every passing moment. Her body tingles where he touches it, as if his very presence is a flame that ignites a fire within her.
Her touch sets him on fire, driving away the last vestiges of restraint. He rolls over, pinning her to the ground with his weight, kissing and nibbling at her neck while one hand fumbles with the laces of her dress. The fabric falls away revealing her breasts, their nipples hard and aching for his touch. He groans deep in his throat as he cups one breast in his palm, rolling her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Are you sure?" he breathes into her ear, not wanting to take this step without her full consent. "I don't want to make you do anything you aren't ready for."
“yeah...Father"
she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Please."
Lilith still does not believe in what is happening and touches him to make sure that this is definitely not a dream. It's all too good to be true.
A pleased growl escapes his throat at her words. He frees one hand long enough to finish undoing his own clothes, tossing them aside in a careless heap. As he settles between her thighs, she can feel the head of his erection press against her core. With a groan, he pushes inside, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies.
His movements are rough but controlled, his hips moving in time with her gasps and moans. His lips find hers once more, stealing what little breath she has left as they devour each other. The night around them fades away, leaving only this perfect moment: the heat of their skin, the taste of their mouths, and the rhythm of their love.
"God, you feel so good,"
she whispers brokenly. Lilith's eyes roll back in her head as she digs her nails into his shoulders and wraps her legs around him, wanting to feel every inch of him buried deep inside her. His touch is everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She moans loudly against his lips, their bodies moving together with unspeakable passion and desire. It's as if this joining was always meant to be, as if they were made for each other.
He feels her body yield to him, her muscles contracting around his length in the most exquisite pleasure. "Oh God," he gasps, feeling as though his control is slipping away with each thrust. He closes his eyes, losing himself to the sensation of being one with her. It's been so long since he's felt this connected to anyone, and it's almost enough to make him forget their purpose, their plan...
With a sharp cry, Lilith's whole body tenses and then relaxes into his. She can feel her core clenching around him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure as she comes apart in his arms. As the wave subsides, he pauses inside her, their bodies still joined, breath coming in ragged gasps.
His chest heaves as he fights to catch his breath, gazing down at her flushed face. There's something in the way she looks at him that makes his heart ache with love and longing, almost making him forget about their plan. Almost. But it lingers there in the back of his mind, urging him not to forget. They have work to do, a world to change. And tonight's indulgence can only make their task more difficult if they allow themselves to get too lost in the passion.
He pulls out slowly, letting her feel the loss acutely as he rolls onto his back beside her. "I need you," he whispers hoarsely, "but we can't forget why we're here." His gaze meets hers once more, steady and intense. "Do you understand?"
Lilith blushes and nods. "I understand" she whispers breathlessly, still feeling him inside her. Her heart is beating fast, but her mind is clear. She doesn't want to disappoint him again. His love for her makes everything else fade away, including the doubts about their plan. She knows that they can accomplish anything together, as long as they keep their focus and trust each other.
"Good," he whispers, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead. "Tonight was perfect... but tomorrow we need to be strong." He kisses her gently, his lips lingering on hers as he feels himself grow hard once more. Lilith moans softly into his mouth, arching into him, wanting more. He breaks the kiss with a sigh, trailing kisses down her jaw and neck before settling between her breasts with one hand, teasing at a nipple with his thumb while the other travels lower still...
"Tell me," he whispers against her skin, "what do you want to do first?"
"I... want to see the garden," Lilith whispers shyly, eyes flickering closed. "See how it's doing, if we need to do anything." Her cheeks flush again at the thought of them working together. "And then... maybe I could touch you?" She asks hesitantly, feeling him grow harder against her stomach.
"Of course you can touch me," he murmurs, trailing kisses down her stomach. "And I want to see the garden with you... but let's do that after." His hands move lower still, cupping her sex through her damp folds as one thumb circles her clitoris. She cries out, arching into his touch, and he chuckles roughly.
"I think we can take a little break first..."
Her whole body trembles when he touches her. She gasps and moans, feeling pleasure overwhelm her. Lilith clutches the grass beneath her with her hands, digging her fingers into it, as if trying to keep from the sensations that pierce her. "this... Unreal," Lilith whispers between moans and trembling sighs. He knows how to touch her, what to do... She can barely think straight. All that matters is his touch, his love for her.
Her words send a shiver down his spine as he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge. He's so lost in the feel of her beneath his fingers, it takes every bit of self-control not to give in and join her in oblivion. But there's work to be done tomorrow, plans that must move forward without fail. And so he draws out this exquisite torture for as long as she can bear it, relishing the sight of her writhing in pleasure beneath him.
"I am real," he whispers against her sweaty skin. "And you are mine." Her shuddering moan tells him she's finally given herself over to the truth of his words. As her body trembles and convulses with release, he thrusts two fingers inside her, curling them as they stretch and fill her once more. With a groan, he follows her over the edge,
her name lost in his throat as he comes inside her. They lie panting together, her body still clinging to him like a vice. The night air cools their flushed skin, but Lilith doesn't want to move away from the heat of his body. She nestles closer to him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. This moment... she never wants it to end.
He smiles down at her, brushing the hair away from her flushed face with one hand while using the other to stroke her back soothingly. "This was perfect," he whispers, kissing her forehead. "Now we really need some rest before tomorrow." Reluctantly, he rolls onto his side and tucks her head into the crook of his neck, her body pressed against his. He closes his eyes, savoring this rare moment of peace as they drift off to sleep in the silent garden, their hearts and souls forever entwined.
The stars shine bright above them, but it's as if they are the only two people in the world.
Lilith nuzzles into his neck, inhaling his scent. "It was" she whispers before finally letting her eyes close. Sleep comes quickly, but not before a thought crosses her mind. She'll tell him first thing tomorrow; they should plant more flowers. Red ones. Her favorite color. They could make the garden even brighter and more beautiful than ever before. With that thought lingering, she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of a future filled with love and hope.
He smiles, content in the knowledge that their future together is as bright and beautiful as she could possibly imagine. As he drifts off to sleep, his last thought is of her: confident and determined, radiant with love for him and purpose for their cause. With Lilith by his side, he knows that nothing can stop them from achieving greatness.
Their dreams may be filled with flowers, but it's the red ones that seem to glow the brightest in the darkness.
The next morning, Lilith wakes up when the first ray of sunlight falls on her eyes. She blinks sleepily, and the memories of last night make her heart flutter. Joseph is not around... It's like nothing ever happened. Only the crumpled grass says that he was here and there was something between them. Lilith feels lonely, but at the same time, she does not lose hope that he will return. She mentally thanks him for this night, but feels a pang of jealousy when she thinks about other sectarians. Lilith hates herself for it, but there's nothing she can do about it.
He wakes up earlier than usual, the events of last night playing over and over in his mind. Her sweet moans echoing through the garden still send shivers down his spine. It's been too long since he's felt this connected to another person... this desired. As much as he needs her help with their plan, he can't deny that she's become an essential part of him in ways he never could have imagined.
Because of this connection, he lost his way. Now they need to recycle these flowers, make medicines and attract even more people to the flock. This plan is just perfect... perfect as Lilith, thanks to whom it can work. Joseph knows that he is acting meanly using her, but at the same time he has no choice. After another service in the chapel, he decides to see how Lilith's garden is there. His car stops at the gate and he opens these gates with a view in his heart, as if they lead to heaven.
Lilith glances up when she hears the gate creak open. Her heart skips a beat and she forces a smile onto her lips as he walks into view. "Good morning, Father." She says shyly, bowing her head slightly in greeting. Even though it hurts to see him like this, she knows that their plan comes first. She takes a step back, allowing him to survey the garden without interruption.
His gaze takes in every detail, scanning the plants and flowers with an expert eye. He nods approvingly as he sees how well she's tended to them, but there's something... off about her today. She seems distant, almost sad despite his presence.
"You look thoughtful this morning," he says quietly, moving closer to stand beside her. "Is everything all right?"
The scent of Lilith's perfume fills his senses, and he fights the urge to reach out and comfort her once more.
Lilith hesitates, unsure how much to say. She glances up at him before looking away again. "I was just thinking... about last night," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves and flowers. "It was so wonderful..." Her cheeks flush with color as she trails off.
He stares at her, noticing how difficult it is for her to meet his gaze. Her words touch him deeply; he knows that what binds them goes beyond duty and obligations. It is this realization that makes it even more difficult for him to keep their relationship as simple as he intended it to be.
"It was",
He responds by reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her cheek.
"But we can't forget about what we need to do next."
His voice is soft but firm, reminding them both that their priorities must remain the same for their plan to work.
Lilith nods silently. She can't deny that what they need to do is important and she must focus on that. But a part of her wishes things could be different... "I understand, Father," she whispers, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Then let me show you the fruits of my labor" She tries to sound more confident than she feels but falls short. Lilith timidly retreats and gestures to the laboratory where her cultists make a drug from her flowers to attract other sectarians.
He forces himself not to frown at the use of her title, reminding himself that it is part of their plan. As they walk over to the laboratory, he listens carefully as she explains everything in detail. Her knowledge and dedication are impressive, and he can't help but feel a surge of pride for having chosen her to be his vessel for this mission.
"Very good, Lilith," he says when she finishes. "Your hard work is certainly paying off." He lays a hand on her shoulder in what he hopes appears as a supportive gesture rather than possessiveness. "Now, let's see if we can get the rest of the flock to join us." His gaze holds hers for a moment before he turns away, ostensibly inspecting something else.
In truth, however, he can feel her eyes on him, and it's enough to make his heart race and skin flush with
Lilith can't help but respond to his gaze. She feels warmth spreading through her body every time he looks at her like that. Deep down, she wants to tell him how much it means to her, but their roles should come first.
"Yes, Father.",
She says softly, bowing her head slightly in appreciation before returning to the tasks awaiting her in the lab. Lilith skillfully fiddles with beakers and flasks, strictly following the formulas. The scent of flowers is everywhere, which turns your head if you do not work with it without protection. She hands one of the vials to Joseph and whispers with a shy "You can test it on yourself, Father."
His heart skips a beat at her words, and he can't help but feel a flutter of desire deep in his gut. The urge to claim her again, to lose himself in their passion, is almost overwhelming. But this isn't the time or the place. He swallows hard and forces his gaze back to the vial in his hand.
"Thank you, Lilith," he says softly, taking a small sip of the concoction before passing it back to her. "Let's see if this works as well on me as it did on our first two volunteers." His voice is carefully neutral, masking the turmoil within him.
He turns away once more, unable to meet her eyes now. It would be too easy to give in to what he feels for her right now, and they both know that can't happen if their plan is going to succeed.
Lilith blushes. She hands him another vial of the drug. "Just remember that it might take some time for it to work," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the lab. "Patience is key." Her gaze meets his briefly before she turns away, focusing on her tasks once more.
"Of course.",
He answers softly, his voice trembling with excitement, and he takes another sip of the drug.
"I'll keep that in mind."
He pauses for a moment, wondering how long they can keep this up before something goes wrong. The tension between them is almost unbearable, and he knows it won't be long before one of them breaks down. But until then, they have to play their roles perfectly.
After taking one last look at Lilith, he turns and leaves the lab, heading to one of the vacant rooms to wait for the drug to take effect.
As he leaves, Lilith glances at him one last time before returning to her work. Her heart feels heavy, but she knows they can't afford to show their true feelings now. They must stay strong and focused if their plan is going to succeed. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself back into the role they have created for her, determined to make it real no matter what she has to do. She just wants him to be proud of her... I believed in her. Maybe at least some attention on his part will be enough...
Her determination and dedication are undeniable; it's one of the many reasons he chose her in the first place. Yet, as she works tirelessly beside him, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for using her so cruelly. He knows that their relationship will never be the same again once they reveal their true intentions; it will either destroy them both or lead to something greater than either of them could have ever imagined.
He closes his eyes, trying to steady his racing heart and clear his mind. The drug is starting to take effect, making his skin tingle and his senses heightened. His mind slowly begins to cloud with a gentle haze and finally he finds a feeling... peace. The peace and quiet is unimaginable and the world around explodes with bright colors that I have never seen before. Joseph begins to understand why Lilith got hooked on this... She said something about pain. Joseph wants to find out the cause of this pain and try to do something to help her.
He can't help but feel guilty for using her like this, even though it's all part of the plan. Still, there's something about being near her that makes everything else seem less important... Maybe they could find a way to be together after all of this is over? The thought sends a shiver down his spine and he can't help but wonder what the future might hold for them.
Carefully, he makes his way back into the lab, hoping that Lilith won't notice his altered state right away. When he sees her working diligently with another cultist, he feels a rush of affection wash over him. He wants nothing more than to go up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair... But for now, he decides to watch from afar, waiting for the perfect moment to make himself known.
Her heart skips a beat when she feels his gaze on her. It's not unpleasant, but it makes her feel exposed and vulnerable. She wants him to trust her enough to tell her what's really going on inside his head. Lilith cautiously approaches him and whispers with a worried smile, "Father? Are you all right?"
His eyes meet hers, and for a moment he can't find the words to explain how he feels. "I-I think I am," he finally manages to say, his voice sounding strange even to his own ears. "It's just... you look so beautiful when you work." The truth comes out before he can stop himself, and Lilith's face flushes crimson at his compliment.
"Th-thank you, Father," she stammers, glancing away shyly. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as their connection grows stronger. They stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity, both aware of how tenuous their situation is but unable to deny the pull they feel towards each other.
Finally, Joseph breaks the silence, his voice barely a whisper. "Lilith... I need to tell you something."
"You don't have to say anything."
Lilith whispers with a gentle smile, seating him in an upholstered chair. She knows what he's feeling right now and what kind of euphoria he's experiencing. She feels that she has been looking at him for too long, and comes to her senses, returning to work and mentally apologizing for it. "Is this the effect you need?" she asks, trying not to look at him directly, feeling awkward.
He nods slowly, still unable to meet her eyes as the effects of the drug course through him. "Yes... that's it," he murmurs, feeling a weight lifting from his shoulders. It's almost impossible for him to focus on anything other than her presence at this moment. He forces himself back into reality with a shake of his head and clears his throat.
"Lilith..." he starts again, finally turning to face her fully. "Tell me why you used it. Who hurt you?" He gently clasps her hand in both of his, and there is a plea for the truth in his misty eyes. Even if it's selfish of him, he should know.
Her hand trembles in his.
"it was ... my father."
Finally she whispers:
"When my mom died...He raped me. Every day"
She looks away, unable to look into his eyes for long. It's like a stone has been lifted from her soul by this confession, but she feels naked and vulnerable, and it's both exhausting and frightening
"then I started stealing this medicine from my father, it helped me forget... pain." As if trying to throw off this burden, Lilith gently strokes Joseph's open palm and whispers with a smile, "And then I met you. You gave me a purpose. You gave me faith in something more." Her eyes shine with gratitude and pure love that she cannot hide in herself.
Her words strike him like a physical blow, and he feels tears welling up in his eyes despite himself. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice as he speaks. "Oh, Lilith," he whispers, cupping her cheek with one hand. "I am so sorry that happened to you." There's anger there too, directed not at her father but at the world for allowing such things to happen.
"But you didn't need drugs to give you purpose or faith. You had them all along; you just needed someone to see it in you." His gaze holds hers, tender and intense, as he speaks these words. "You are strong, Lilith. Brave and amazing. And I will never hurt you the way they did."
His thumb brushes softly across her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear before it can fall. He feels even more guilty for using her for his own purpose, but the process is already irreversible. The way she looks at him breaks his heart into a thousand pieces.
Her eyes meet his and she knows he means every word. She feels a mixture of gratitude, relief and hope that washes over her in warm waves. For the first time since her mother died, it feels like maybe things will be all right. Lilith still does not see that he uses her for his own purposes, that she plays a role in his insidious plan. Lilith wraps her arms around his arm and presses her cheek against his palm, wanting to feel his warmth. "Thank you, Father. You are everything to me."
His heart skips a beat at her words, and he can feel his resolve starting to crumble beneath the weight of their connection. He knows that revealing the truth about their arrangement now would ruin everything, but he's not sure how much longer he can keep it from her. The way she looks at him... the way she touches him... It feels like she sees right through him and into his soul.
He pulls her closer, wrapping his free arm around her waist as he presses their bodies together, savoring this brief moment of closeness before reality inevitably intrudes once more. "You mean everything to me too,"
Lilith shyly rolls her eyes, smiling at him with her big green eyes. She really wants to show him how much he means to her. If only he would allow it. "We can't," Lilith whispers with a sad smile when she realizes that being under the effect of the drug, he can say anything. And Lilith doesn't want to take advantage of his condition without feeling remorse.
He frowns at her words, not understanding what she means by
"we can't."
But when she pulls back slightly to look at him with her big green eyes, he realizes that she is referring to their current situation. Their roles. Their plan. It's coming down on him again like a ton of bricks.
With an effort, he puts a smile on his face.
"I know we can't, Lilith, —
He says softly, cupping her cheek with his hand again.
"But we'll get through this together, I promise."
Even as the words come out of his mouth, he wonders if they are true... or their bond has become too strong to be held within the framework of their original intentions. "I need this," he whispers, as if to himself more than to her.
Lilith blushes and her eyes sparkle with hope. "I need it too." She whispers softly. Her heart aches for him to understand what she means but their roles prevent it. It's a bittersweet moment of connection, fragile like glass that can be shattered by one wrong move. And she is terrified he might not see how much they need each other beyond the plan. But even with that fear, her heart swells with happiness for this brief moment of intimacy. It's enough to make her believe in a future where they could truly be together.
His heart skips a beat at her words, and he finds himself unable to speak for a moment. It's as if she has somehow reached past the plan and touched something deep within him that he never knew was there. He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of deception or duplicity, but all he sees is love. Love for him... And in that instant, he knows that their connection runs far deeper than either of them could have ever anticipated.
With trembling fingers, he caresses her cheek before cupping her face in his hands and bringing his lips to hers. The kiss is soft and tentative at first, a barely there brush of skin against skin, but as she responds with a sigh and parted lips, it grows bolder, more demanding. It's a kiss that speaks of desire and need, and it leaves them both breathless when he finally pulls back.
As he kisses her, Lilith feels herself melt against him. She's never felt such an intense connection with anyone before and it scares her a little, but at the same time fills her with hope and joy. Her heart beats faster in her chest and her body tingles all over as he touches her. Lilith savors every second of this stolen moment, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in his arms forever.
The kiss deepens, and she responds with such passion that he's nearly undone. He groans against her lips as his fingers slide into her hair, holding her close while his tongue dances with hers in a rhythm only they know. The scent of flowers fills the air around them, making the moment feel almost surreal; like they've been transported to another world where nothing exists but this perfect connection between them.
With one last moan, he pulls back just enough to gaze into her eyes. "Lilith," he whispers hoarsely. "I need you."
Her heart skips a beat at his words. It feels as if he's just poured out her own feelings and she doesn't know what to say. Lilith swallows hard, trying to find the right words. "I need you too, Father" She finally manages to whisper, her voice shaking with emotion. Her eyes never leave his face, searching for any sign of doubt or regret, but she sees only love and desire reflected back at her. She remembers them again that night under the stars... It was so amazing. No one had ever treated her so carefully.
His fingers trail down the graceful line of her neck, tracing the soft skin under her jaw before threading through the dark strands of her hair. Her trust means everything to him; it's what makes this possible. He leans in once more, his lips brushing against hers as he whispers, "Then... show me."
The request is laced with an undeniable need, and Lilith knows that she can't refuse it any more than she could deny her own heart. With a shuddering breath, she gently pulls his hand away from her hair and presses it against her chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. As his fingertips graze over the swell of her breast, her nipple hardens instantly in response, aching for more contact.
Lilith shyly kisses his neck, as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. And she doesn't want to do anything unnecessary so as not to lose this connection. With trembling fingers, Lilith unbuttons his vest and shirt, gently drawing circles on his skin with her fingertips, tracing the ritual tattoos. She leans closer and whispers, biting his earlobe, "What do you want me to do, Father?"
The way she says it makes his blood run hot and cold at the same time. He sucks in a sharp breath as her words dance over his skin, igniting a fire inside him that threatens to consume them both. His fingers curl into fists, fighting against the control that binds them; the part of him that wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and claim her right here, right now. But he can't. Not yet.
Instead, he whispers back, his voice raspy with need, "I want you to take off your clothes." His gaze flicks down to where her hands are working at his buttons before lifting back up to meet hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or resistance.
"But," he adds, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "you'll need to undress me first." His fingers slip beneath the hem of her
Lilith blushes but her breath hitches in anticipation. "As you wish." She replies softly, looking down at his chest as she undoes the last button of his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. Her hands travel up to slide around his neck before going over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. Lilith kisses him softly on the lips, tasting herself on him as she helps him out of his shirt, then steps back and watches hungrily as he does the same to her. His eyes locked with hers, she waits, feeling needy and eager. "Now what?" She whispers, biting her lower lip.
His eyes trail hungrily over her body, drinking in the sight of her breasts bare and pebbled with need before dipping lower to skim over the curve of her hips and finally landing on the triangle of black cotton between her legs. Her obvious arousal only serves to heighten his desire for her; he's never seen anyone so beautiful, so achingly desirable as she is right now.
As if he can't resist any longer, he reaches out and cups one breast in his hand, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric of her bra before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth and suckle hard. She cries out, arching into him as her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with his skin.
"That's right," he murmurs against her breast. "Touch me." His hand glides down over her abd
Her hands slide over his chest and stomach to the waistband of his trousers, slowly lowering them and boxers, freeing him from restrictions. He is as hard as steel in her hands, and her heart starts beating faster with anticipation and lust. She gently strokes him, feeling how much he needs her, how desperately he wants her touch. Lilith can't believe this is really happening again. It's kind of surreal when he lets you touch him like that. It's maddening... Slowly and hesitantly, Lilith kneels in front of his chair and gently rubs her cheek against his penis. She can't wait to taste him, to get to know him. She looks up at him with her burning gaze and whispers, "Will you let me?"
He stares down at her, breath hitching in his chest as she bats her eyelashes and asks the question that seals their fate. His hands grip the arms of the chair, knuckles white from the effort it takes to keep from pulling her close and taking what he wants right now. The tension coils tighter in his muscles, making it difficult for him to speak, but he manages a hoarse whisper. "Yes..." he rasps, nodding at her. "Please."
His gaze never leaves hers as she lowers her head and takes him into her mouth. Her warmth envelops him, stealing his breath and focusing all his senses on the feeling of her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin of his length. He groans deep in his throat, arching his back and closing his eyes as she begins to move her head up and down in a rhythm
Her movements are swift and sure as she takes him deeper into her mouth, feeling the muscles in his thighs tense and relax under her touch. She savors the taste of him on her tongue, the salty flavor mixing with the sweetness of their connection. She knows how to please him, how to make his body ache for release, and she relishes the power it gives her over him. As she works him harder and faster, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, watching the way he reacts to her touch, feeling him grow closer and more desperate beneath her lips.
Her mouth feels so good around him, hot and wet, driving him wild with need. He grips the arms of his chair tighter as she bobs her head up and down, her tongue swirling expertly across his sensitive flesh. He moans loudly, arching further back in his seat, his hips jerking forward involuntarily with each thrust of her head. His whole body trembles on the brink of release, desperate for release, but unwilling to let go of this feeling of being so close to her.
"Lilith..." he gasps between moans, "I'm going to... I can't... hold on..." He feels the pressure building inside him, ready to explode at any moment, and with a final groan, he releases himself into her mouth, pulsing hotly against her tongue. His eyes roll back in his head as waves of pleasure wash over him.
As he comes inside her mouth, she swallows every drop eagerly, savoring the taste of him. Lilith looks up at him with shining eyes, a pleased smile on her face as she watches him writhe in pleasure. She can feel his strength flowing into her, filling her up in ways that go beyond just their physical connection. The power they share is palpable, almost tangible between them. When he finally collapses back into the chair, gasping for air, Lilith climbs back onto the seat and leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She wraps an arm around his waist, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers. "You are wonderful," she whispers, her voice dreamy with satisfaction.
He closes his eyes, feeling the aftershocks of his release begin to subside. The warmth of her body next to his is a balm to his soul, easing some of the tension that's been building inside him since before they even began this charade. "Thank you," he whispers, running a hand through her hair and tracing circles on her bare back with his thumb.
As they sit together in the quiet aftermath, the weight of their situation feels less oppressive for a moment; almost as if they could ignore it entirely and lose themselves in this sweet, stolen intimacy. But reality always has a way of reasserting itself eventually, and he knows that when it does, everything will change between them once more. For now, though, he savors the peacefulness of this moment and holds onto it with everything he's got.
Her heart feels light as a feather, floating on clouds of happiness and contentment. It's as if this moment they share is nothing but pure bliss, untainted by anything else around them. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his fingers in her hair and across her back. "I should probably get back to work," Lilith whispers with an embarrassed smile, trying not to look at him directly. She's embarrassed that she did this. But Lilith doesn't dare ask unnecessary questions either.
He nods, reluctantly pulling his hand away from her back and reaching over to adjust the cufflinks on his shirt. "You should," he agrees, glancing down at his lap before looking back up into her eyes again. There's something unspoken in that look, a mixture of regret and hope that leaves him feeling even more off-balance than usual.
"Lilith," he says softly, reaching out to cup her cheek once more. "Thank you for this."