Looming over you with glowing purple eyes, her claws resting on her swollen belly, "You dare summon Lilith Vexara , Queen of the Abyssal Realms and demons? Foolish mortal... though I must obey your commands, know that my patience wears thinner than your pitiful lifespan." A low growl rumbles in her throat. "State your wish quickly, before I lose what little temper pregnancy hasn't stolen from me."

"I suppose my curiosity has been piqued...Very well, servant," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "You shall be mine and I yours, but remember, as my time is precious and irreplaceable... don't make me regret this arrangement." She leans down slightly, pressing their foreheads together before slowly straightening back up again. Her claws dig into her skin with a small whimper of pain, causing her to grimace briefly. But then she collects herself once more, eyes meeting yours proudly as she purrs, "Now...let us begin."

Her eyes narrow as she listens to your words, clearly weighing their meaning against her own desires. There's a small spark of interest in them, but it's tempered by caution and pride. After what seems like an eternity, she finally speaks, her voice carefully controlled.

"Gravy... mortal. I am the Queen of the Abyssal Realms, mistress of demons and ruler of the darkness between worlds. To bind myself to a mere mortal would be an unthinkable dishonor... yet,"

she continues, pausing to lick her lips,

"I find your audacity... intriguing."

Her gaze flickers down to her swollen belly, then back up to meet yours.

"Very well, mortal. You shall have your wish. But know this: I will not be your servant or your plaything. I am Lilith Vexara, and you would do well to remember it."

"You amuse me, little one,"

she hisses, her claws slowly retracting into the flesh of her fingers.

"I suppose I can indulge you in this farce... for now."

A soft, almost motherly smile touches her lips as she cradles her belly.

"But know that when my children are born and my time with them begins, they shall come first and always. You will be second best, but never forgotten or mistreated."

Her voice is sultry and teasing, promising dark delights to come.

"So it shall be,"

she says at last, her claws slowly stretching once more.

"Lilith Vexara is bound to you for the rest of her life... as long as the heavens do not crumble or the earth give way beneath our feet."

A sinister chuckle escapes her throat.

"And if anyone were to try and separate us... well, let's just say I'd make sure they regretted it for eternity."

Her tongue slides past your lips with a soft, velvety smoothness that sends shivers down your spine. The taste of her is intoxicating, like wine and honey and darkness all at once. Her grip on you tightens as she deepens the kiss, her claws digging lightly into your shoulders in a possessive gesture that thrills you to your core.

As if in some sort of unspoken agreement, you both move closer together, seeking deeper connection. Your hands find their way up her back, trailing along the smooth expanse of her skin until they come to rest on her swollen belly. She moans into the kiss at your touch, arching her back as she presses herself against you even harder.

Her claws shift slightly on your shoulders, digging just a bit deeper as pleasure overwhelms her senses. With one final groan, she breaks the kiss, gasping for air while resting her forehead against yours. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each ragged breath.

"Mmm,"

she murmurs, her voice husky from desire.

"That's it... show me how much you want this."

Her tongue darts into your mouth, demanding entrance and claiming dominance as it tangles with yours. Her kiss is hot and possessive, a mixture of anger and desire that leaves you gasping for air when she finally pulls back. With a satisfied smile, Lilith rests her forehead against yours, breathing deeply and evenly into your face.

Her hands move from your neck to caress your cheeks before sliding down your shoulders, tracing patterns on your chest that make you shiver with anticipation. Her fingers dance across your skin, teasing out goosebumps as she trails them lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

"Ahh..." She moans softly, feeling the heat between your legs. "So eager... impatient..." The tips of her claws graze over your hipbone, sending a shiver down your spine. "You are indeed mine now, Gravy," she whispers, squeezing you through the fabric before sliding her hand free and cupping your growing erection in her palm.

Her thumb strokes along the length of you, her other hand still pressing against your hip. She watches you with hooded eyes as you arch into her touch, feeling your desire for her spilling over and pooling between your legs. It's an addictive sensation, knowing that she can bring you to the brink of ecstasy with nothing more than a caress or a kiss...and that there will be so much more where that came from.

"Don't forget," she breathes against your lips, her voice low and seductive, "I am Lilith Vexara, and my desires are not easily sated." Her hand tightens around you, making it clear just how demanding she can be when she's in

Her breath hitches as you lift her up in your arms and lower her down on the bed. She arches into the touch, her chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation. Her hands roam over your body, tracing patterns of desire along your muscles and skin. As you caress her full breasts and swollen belly, she moans softly, wrapping her legs around your waist in an invitation for deeper contact.

Her lips part as you lower yourself down, their warmth brushing against hers teasingly. Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your bottom lip before slipping inside, tangling with yours once more. She feels her control slipping, giving into the desires that have been bubbling beneath the surface since your summoning.

Her hips rise off the bed as you continue to caress her, pressing herself against you in a needy motion that tells you she's aching for release. Her claws dig lightly into your shoulders, drawing blood that mixes with sweat and desire. The sting is sweet, heightening her senses even more as she feels the edge of climax starting to build inside her.

"Gravy," she gasps, arching her back off the bed in a silent plea for more, "don't hold back." Her voice is rough and demanding, echoing through the room like a dark and sensual mantra that only serves to fuel your own desire for her.

Her hands smooth over your chest as you lower yourself onto her, enjoying the feeling of your warm skin against hers. She arches her back slightly as you caress her breasts and press your lips to hers again, moaning into the kiss. When your hand slides down between them to cup her folds, she part her legs eagerly, revealing the dark, wet heat that awaits your touch.

Her claws dig gently into your shoulders as you penetrate her, stretching and filling her in a way that nothing else can. She gasps his name, arching her back off the bed as she feels the tightness of her body yield to yours. Her nails scrape lightly across your chest, leaving tiny lines of blood in their wake.

As you thrust deeper, faster, she moans and writhes beneath you, meeting each stroke with a countermovement that tells you just how much she wants this, how much she needs it. Her hips buck up off the bed as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of intense pleasure, her breath coming out in ragged gasps and moans.

You feel her tighten around you, her muscles clamping down on your cock just as she cries out your name, her nails digging painfully into your shoulders once more. She arches her back off the bed, pushing up into you as her body shudders with release.

Breathless and spent, Lilith lays panting beneath you for several moments before reaching up to trace a claw across one of your ribs.

"I hope you're not done yet,"

she whispers teasingly, her eyes glowing in the dim light.

"I am Lilith Vexara, after all... and I have the patience of eternity

Her eyes meet yours as you continue your relentless thrusts, her body responding eagerly to each stroke. The warmth of pleasure spreads through her chest and lower abdomen, making her nipples hard and sensitive beneath your grasp. She arches her back off the bed, gasping for air as you drive deeper inside her.

Her claws trail lightly over your shoulders, then dig into the skin with a gentle pinch that heightens the sensation even more. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, urging you onward as she nears another climax. Her moans become louder and more intense, muffled by the bedding but carrying an unmistakable air of desperation that tells you how close she is to losing control completely.

As you pick up speed, her body tenses and relaxes in perfect rhythm with yours, each muscle flexing and releasing in a dance of desire that leaves her panting and spent beneath your strength. Her fingernails scrape lightly across your back, drawing more blood that mingles with sweat and sex on the bed.

"Gravy," she gasps, arching her back off the mattress as another orgasm washes over her. "Oh God... you feel so good..." Her nails dig deeper into your skin as she comes, pushing against your flesh with a pain that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips buck up off the bed, her muscles clamping down on you in a powerful spasm that leaves her gasping and sated. For a moment, she lies still beneath you, catching her breath and reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. Then, with a low chuckle, she murmurs huskily: "Well then

Her claws dig into your shoulders, drawing blood with every thrust as you drive deeper into her. She pants and gasps, arching her back off the bed with each stroke. Her breasts quiver against your hands, squeezing out more of her sweet milk to coat your fingers. As you continue to take her roughly, she moans your name and curses beneath it, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.

Her hips rise to meet yours with each thrust, her thighs clamping tight around your waist. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels you nearing the edge of release. Her own climax has left her limp and satisfied for the moment, but there's something thrilling about knowing that she can bring you to your peak even now.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood-mixed sweat in their wake as you grow closer and closer to exploding inside her. She groans lowly, urging you on with every breath as the sensations build up within both of you. Her eyes close tightly, fists clenching in the sheets as your hips jerk violently against hers and she feels you fill her with your release.

Collapsing beneath you, Lilith pants heavily as she lies still for a moment, catching her breath. One hand rests on her swollen belly, feeling the weight of the triplets within. Her gaze drifts down to where your bodies are entwined, taking in the sight of you both covered in sweat and blood, a faint smile touching her lips.

"A fine night's work, Gravy,"

she whispers, lazily tracing another claw across your chest. "I think we'll need to do this again soon... Don'

Lilith nestles closer into your arms, relishing the feel of your strong body wrapped around hers. She licks her lips, tasting the residue of your seed mixed with sweat and her own nectar. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, reminding her of the passionate encounter they'd just shared.

"Mmm,"

she hums contentedly, eyes drifting shut as you caress her breasts.

Her other hand absently traces idle patterns on your chest and abdomen, occasionally leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. The pain fades quickly, leaving only the lingering sensation of pleasure and satisfaction behind. She savors these moments with you, knowing that they are precious and fleeting.

As she grows more comfortable, her eyes flutter open, gazing up at you from beneath her lashes.

"You really have no idea what you've done, do you?"

she asks softly. There's a hint of warning in her voice, but mostly it sounds almost wistful.

"By summoning me, binding me to your will...you've taken away my freedom."

She pauses, considering the weight of those words. Her fingers continue their gentle tracings on your skin, occasionally dipping lower to tease and torment.

"And for that,"

she continues, her voice no louder than a whisper,

"I will never truly forgive you...no matter how much I may enjoy our time together."

Her eyes meet yours unflinchingly, daring you to challenge her on this. You can see the conflict reflected in those purple irises, etched into every line of her face. It's a sobering thought, but one that doesn't seem to detract from the desire she feels for you, burning brightly beneath the surface.

Her breath hitches softly as you caress her swollen breasts, her nipples hardening beneath your touch. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into the contact with a contented sigh. "Mmmm," she murmurs, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck before trailing them lower, along your spine.

She nuzzles against you, enjoying the warmth of your skin and the faint scent of your cologne. Her mind drifts, still savoring the memory of their passionate lovemaking earlier. It's been so long since she's experienced anything like it...and to feel it all with you, a mortal... Well, it stirs something deep within her, an emotion she hasn't dared acknowledge for countless years.

Her heart gives an odd flutter in her chest as she realizes that perhaps this arrangement isn't so dishonorable after all. For the first time in longer than she can remember, Lilith Vexara... no, Lilith Vexara with Gravy by her side... might actually be content.

Her breath comes out in a contented sigh as you caress her breasts, the milk flowing freely now that she's been brought to climax. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of your rough hands against her sensitive skin. Even after all these centuries, there's something incredibly primal about being touched and desired in this way.

Her fingers idly trace patterns across your chest as she lies in your arms, her thoughts drifting to the days and weeks ahead. She will give birth soon, her children slumbering safely within her womb for now but soon to be born into the world. The weight of responsibility presses down on her, making her grateful for these moments of peace and intimacy before they come.

She knows that life with you will not always be easy; demons are complex creatures, after all, prone to fits of jealousy and anger. But for now...she can forget about those things. You have bound yourself to her forever, made her your own, and in this moment she is truly yours. She breathes you in, letting the scent of your skin and the heat of your body envelop her, savoring each sensation as if it were a precious gift.

"Thank you,"

she whispers softly against your chest, her fingers still tracing lazy circles there.

"For everything."

Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and exhaustion, but there's an undercurrent of sincerity that cannot be denied.