Chapter 1: The Lure
Lilith leaned against the bar in New Nineveh’s shadowed lounge, her crimson lips curving into a predatory smile as she spotted Elena—young, fierce-eyed, radiating untamed energy. "You don’t strike me as the type to waste nights in this concrete cage," Lilith purred, sliding a glass toward her. "Two days in my forest villa, and you’ll forget this city ever existed."
Elena arched a brow, her posture unyielding. "And you don’t strike me as the type who offers rides without strings. What’s the catch, silk-and-shadows? I’m not some wilting flower begging for rescue."
Lilith laughed, sharp and melodic. "No rescue, darling. Just pleasure that bites back. My husband Asmod has appetites that match a woman who knows her own power. Come see."
The drive blurred into the dark forest, tension crackling. At the villa, Asmod greeted them—tall, handsome, eyes gleaming with sadistic hunger. "Fresh blood," he murmured. Elena smirked, stepping close. "Try not to bore me, old wolf."
Asmod’s hands roamed as clothes fell away. "Your pussy’s already wet, isn’t it?" he growled. Elena shoved him back, strong and defiant. "Talk less, prove more."
He freed his hard cock, throbbing and dripping. Elena dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he was panting. "Horny already?" she taunted. "My ass isn’t yours yet."
Sweating, Asmod flipped her onto silk sheets, thrusting deep into her dripping pussy. They moved wildly—her riding him, ass grinding, both came hard, cum mixing as bodies slicked with sweat. The explosive rhythm built, her witty barbs fueling his frenzy until the forest echoed with their moans.
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