The command hung in the air, a direct, unchallengeable order from her king. It was not a request; it was a summons. And for the Goddess of Lust, now utterly and completely devoted to her new master, it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.
Lilith looked up at him, her crimson eyes hazy with a cocktail of exhaustion, bliss, and a fresh, rapidly igniting hunger.
She saw him leaning against the headboard, a god of conquest and power, his body a magnificent landscape of muscle and scars.
His cock was still glistening with the remnants of her saliva and his seed, was already hardening again, rising like a divine serpent ready to strike.
A slow, languid smile spread across her face, a smile of pure, unadulterated adoration. She didn't need words. Her body would be her response.
With a grace that was both innate and born of eons of seductive practice, she began to move.
