After a few moments had passed, the room finally fell quiet.
The soft hum of Lilith's Breathing was the only sound left in the chamber.
At that moment, the sound of a gate opening echoed through the room.
The door slid aside, and a woman stepped inside. She wore the elegant uniform of a maid, her long silver hair flowing smoothly down her chest in braids. Her posture was flawless, her movements calm and composed.
It was none other than Grayfia, his wife.
Her face remained completely expressionless as her gaze swept across the room. Her eyes landed on Sirzechs and Lilith, who were still tangled together on the bed, traces of each other fluids still on them.
Sirzechs looked at her and gave a small, wry smile.
"Grayfia," he said calmly, "please take care of her for me."
Grayfia did not react outwardly. As always, her expressionless face was perfect.
She simply nodded once.
"Understood."
Walking forward with graceful steps, she approached the bed and carefully lifted Lilith into her arms. Despite Lilith's status as the Mother of Devils, Grayfia handled her with the same precise gentleness she used for everything under her care.
"I will take her to the bath and ensure she is properly cleaned," Grayfia said softly.
With that, she turned and left the chamber, carrying Lilith toward the adjacent facilities.
Sirzechs remained behind.
He stretched slightly before casting a cleaning spell over himself. In an instant, every trace of the previous activity vanished, leaving him as immaculate as before.
His expression shifted from relaxed to thoughtful.
There were still important matters to deal with.
Raising his hand, he manifested a small sphere of dark, dense energy—something he had taken from Hades during their confrontation.
The Divinity of Death.
It hovered above his palm, radiating a heavy, ancient authority.
Sirzechs looked at it with calm curiosity.
"Now then…" he murmured.
"Let's see what to do with this."
...
Grayfia carried Lilith in her arms, her steps measured and deliberate towards the bathroom.
To any observer, her face was a perfect mask of professional indifference, the very picture of the ultimate maid. But for those who knew her—and knew her well—the subtle tells were unmistakable.
A faint, deep crimson blooming across her high cheekbones and the delicate shells of her ears, and the misty, unfocused quality in her normally sharp, grey eyes.
She was undeniably aroused. Each breath she took was a shallow, hot gasp, a futile attempt to calm the storm of filthy thoughts raging in her mind.
The closer she got to the bathroom, the faster her feet moved, her composure finally cracking as she slipped through the door with a swiftness that betrayed her urgency.
She turned her gaze down to the woman in her arms, and her eyes burned with a scorching heat.
It wasn't lust for Lilith herself; no, Grayfia had no interest in other women. Her target was specific, singular.
Her gaze was fixed on the lewd sight between Lilith's spread legs: her well-fucked cunt and puckered asshole, both dripping with the thick, pearly-white cum of her master, Sirzechs.
'Sirzechs-sama's cum... Sirzechs-sama's cum... Sirzechs-sama's cum... Sirzechs-sama's cum...'
The thought was a relentless, obsessive chant in her mind, a filthy prayer. There was only one desire that consumed her: to lick Lilith clean, to lap up every single drop of her master's seed with her own tongue and savor the taste of his dominance.
She didn't hesitate for a single moment. Gently laying Lilith down on the soft bath mat, she knelt, her expression dissolving into one of pure, unadulterated need.
She began her new, enthusiastic duty as a maid, her tongue darting out to begin the meticulous task of cleaning Lilith's pussy.
She lapped at the swollen, sensitive folds, her tongue probing deep to gather every last bit of Sirzechs's cum mixed with Lilith's own love juices.
The taste was intoxicating—salty, musky, and utterly divine. She swallowed it down greedily, a soft moan escaping her lips as she savored the flavor of her master.
While her mouth was occupied, her other hand moved with frantic urgency, disappearing beneath the folds of her maid skirt.
Her fingers found her own slick, throbbing clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive nub with vigorous, desperate strokes.
The wet sounds of her fingers plunging into her own soaking cunt mingled with the soft lapping noises from her tongue, a lewd symphony of her depravity.
She was lost in the act, a devoted servant worshipping at the altar of her master's pleasure, her own body burning with the need for release.
The taste of Sirzechs's cum, mixed with Lilith's essence, was an ambrosia that sent Grayfia spiraling towards the edge. Her tongue worked with a feverish, desperate intensity, plunging deep into Lilith's heat to scoop out every last drop.
The wet, lewd sounds of her lapping and sucking filled the steamy bathroom, a counterpoint to the frantic squelching from beneath her own skirt.
Her fingers, slick with her own arousal, abused her clit. She rubbed the swollen, sensitive nub in tight, punishing circles, her other hand abandoning its post to plunge two fingers knuckle-deep into her aching pussy.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The thought of serving her master in this depraved way, of tasting his dominance, of being the one to clean his leavings from another woman—it was all too much.
A choked gasp tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body went rigid, then trembled violently.
Her thighs clamped together around her hand, trapping her fingers deep inside as her cunt spasmed and clenched, gushing her own juices down her trembling legs.
A long, muffled moan was swallowed by Lilith's pussy as she pressed her face harder against the wet, swollen flesh, her tongue flicking out instinctively to catch one final, delicious drop.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot wave of ecstasy that left her breathless and dazed, her face still buried in the warmth of Lilith's cunt.
As the aftershocks subsided, a soft, confused groan came from above her. "Mmm... wha...?"
Grayfia froze, her heart leaping into her throat.
Lilith's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry. She felt an intense, persistent warmth and a strange, rhythmic pressure between her legs. Blinking to clear her sight, she slowly lifted her head, her gaze traveling down her own body.
There, buried so deep in her pussy that the silver hair of her maid's head was tickling her inner thighs, was Grayfia.
The woman's face was slick with a mixture of fluids, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes were half-lidded and hazy with a post-orgasmic glow.
For a moment, she seemed oblivious, her tongue still giving a slow, languid lick against Lilith's sensitive folds.
Lilith's breath hitched, a jolt of shock and a strange, lingering thrill shooting through her.
"Grayfia...?"
She whispered, her voice hoarse and laced with disbelief.
At the sound of her name, Grayfia's eyes shot open, the misty haze instantly replaced by sheer, unadulterated panic.
She scrambled back with the speed of a startled cat, her face a mask of horror as she realized she had been caught in the most depraved act imaginable.