Lilith’s tone sounded genuine as she told she wanted to help. I still didn’t trust her, but since I was her vessel, and my death would surely end her existence as well, it seed reasonable to believe that her offer was sincere.
I had no clue if I could really trust Lilith, but it looked like I had no choice but to rely on her, at least for now.
"Alright," I told Lilith. "Help ."
A soft chuckle echoed within , faint yet clear. It didn’t seem like a particularly wise decision, but it was the only option I could see.
"Verily, then. I shall help thee," Lilith responded.
Suddenly, I was back in the familiar white void where I’d seen her last ti, just after conquering three won. Lilith appeared again, though this ti not as her usual small-statured form; she looked more like a teenage girl. Did her appearance… change? She was seated on one of the chairs around the round table. I took the seat across from her.
"Is this… your true form?" I asked.
"This?" She smirked, as if teasing. "Nay, ’tis not," she said with a lilting, casual air. "Fufufu, what dost thou think? Doth this form please thee? Or perhaps, dost thou prefer... this?"
In an instant, her appearance shifted again, morphing back to her small, impish stature, giving her an air of mischief and wicked delight.
"Or mayhaps…" she purred, "this shall suit thee better?" With hardly a blink, her form swelled, becoming a curvaceous, seductive figure—a woman with generous curves and alluring eyes.
"I canst be any form that doth please thee. Or perhaps…" Her figure changed once more, amplifying her voluptuousness until she embodied the mature allure of an idealized MILF, her every feature provocative.
"Or, if thou wishest," she smirked wickedly, "I could multiply, that thou mayst revel in each form of at once."
And suddenly, she did, her duplicates filling every seat around the round table. Each form was different: the petite trickster, the busty seductress, and the MILF flanking on either side, their hands caressing . Her fingers traced my shoulders, my arms, sending ripples of sensation wherever she touched.
Find exclusive stories on empire
"If thou dost so desire, I am thine to enjoy in any way thou wouldst wish," her voices chorused, laced with sultry promise.
"Let’s just get to the point," I said. "How exactly are you planning to help ?"
"Oh, thou art a bore," she scoffed, her clones vanishing from around the table. "But well, if thou art so insistent, I suppose we shall proceed. To aid thee is simple, truly, considering who thou art. All thou must do… is to have sex with ."
Sex? That seed like an unusual and almost absurd thod to gain strength.
"Are you serious? That’s really the way I can stand a chance against that enemy?" I asked, still skeptical.
"Hast thou not noticed?" she said with a sly smile. "Thy gift allows thee to grow stronger by pleasuring won. Why, pray tell, should this be any different? ’Tis no more strange than all thy other conquests, is it not?"
Now that Lilith laid it out, I realized she was right. My ability… it was basically a ans of growing stronger—through sex. But maybe there was more to it than I’d understood.
"Thou dost hold a minor misconception of thine own power, Leon," Lilith said, breaking into my thoughts.
"A misconception?" I repeated, trying to grasp her aning.
"Indeed." She nodded, voice asured and certain. "A wrong preconception, as it were. In truth, thou hast misunderstood its nature."
Had I really misunderstood it? Now that I thought about it, I’d used my power mostly to copy skills, to build strength, and, yes, to "conquer" won.
"The gift thou possesseth allows thee to mirror the abilities of the won thou hast won over," she began, voice like silk woven with steel. "Once thou hast wholly conquered them, thou may forge these abilities anew, oft making them greater, stronger than the original. Or so thou didst think."
"That’s not how it works?" I asked, genuinely thrown off.
"’Tis not so simple," she replied, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Now, be plain with . Deep within, thou dost carry guilt, thinking that thou hast bent these won’s hearts, shaping their affections toward thee. That battle with the Eclipse brought thee face to face with this guilt, did it not? Hast thou not pondered how base it is to sway another’s heart, and thought thyself vile for binding their devotion to thee so? Even now, thou dost wonder if thou hast barred them from finding love elsewhere."
Her words struck a nerve. I had felt guilty. In so sense, I had imprisoned these won, binding their love to alone. A small part of feared I’d robbed them of the right to love soone else, twisting their feelings to cling to exclusively. And yes, the thought had gnawed at that I’d crafted their love like so machine.
"Such guilt is unwarranted," Lilith continued, her tone firm. "Thy skill, ’Goddess of Succubus’s Heir,’ is naught but a power to copy abilities. It holdeth no sway over the heart, nor doth it twist love to bind them to thee. No, ’tis no tool of manipulation. But for thee to claim the finest version of their skills, aye, thou must ’conquer’ them. And this ’conquest’ requireth but one thing—building thy bond. The closer thou art to their hearts, the deeper thine affections entwine with theirs, the more potent the skills thou dost claim. Verily, ’tis they who doth choose to be conquered by thee, and thus thou art permitted to wield their gifts. ’Tis but their choice. ’Tis their own choice, their own will that leads them to offer themselves, body and soul. ’Tis no spell, no trickery of the mind."
"Think of it," she continued, voice softening. "The bonds thou hast ford? They are of their own volition. Thine ability doth not force; it doth only reflect what hath already blood. And the depth of their love for thee—’tis the reason they trust thee so, offer themselves wholly. Thy power copies the strength they bear within. Yet their hearts? Those belong to thee by their own will. Thou hast won them with thyself, not through the power thou wieldest."
So essentially, Lilith was telling that I hadn’t twisted their feelings, not like Sesillian did with the Eclipse, brainwashing his followers to follow him blindly. My ability—Goddess of the Succubus’s Heir—was simply a skill-copying power, and that was it. The won who stayed with did so out of their own choice, their love genuine, not a manipulation. If Lilith was saying it, I could trust it to be true.
"Anyway," I said, getting back on track. "How am I supposed to power up? You said I had to have sex with you, right?"
"’Tis not entirely so," she said, her voice lilting softly. "The form I inhabit now dwelleth solely within thy subconscious, a re image, thus, we shall not truly join. What thou call’st a ’wet dream’ best describes it—where the act unfoldeth in thy mind alone."
The chair and table beneath us shimred, transforming into a broad, inviting bed. She said "wet dream," but did that an I’d wake up with my pants soaked in cum? I shoved the thought aside.
"’Tis not true copulation, though the sensations thou shalt experience will feel as real to thee as to ," she explained. Before I knew it, she wore sothing… different. That sweater—the infamous "virgin killer" type—left her back exposed, draping her in sultry elegance. "Perhaps it seems odd, but ’tis all we can accomplish, given our current state."
"How long will this take?" I asked, trying to focus on her words.
"Ti here is but an illusion," she assured, her voice like a caress. "Indulge as thou wilt. In thy reality, re monts will pass."
Alright, that didn’t sound too concerning.
"Now then, shall we begin?" she asked, voice a purr.
"Yeah." I laid down on the bed, and she climbed over , straddling my waist. I hadn’t realized I was already stripped down, my clothes vanished without noticing.
"Prepare thyself, for I shall take thee in," she murmured.
With her hand, she guided my cock to her entrance, which was hidden beneath her sweater but felt unmistakably slick and inviting. A shiver ran through as I felt it—warm and wet, a tingling anticipation that only deepened as she pressed herself down.
Then, slowly, she began to sink her hips, guiding my cock into her warm, welcoming folds. The feeling of my length slipping past her tight flesh was beyond words, a blissful agony that set my nerves alight. Every inch of her wrapped around as if we were bound together, her body enveloping as real as if I were awake. I couldn’t believe how intense it felt—like I might lt into her entirely. Every nerve in pulsed with pleasure, her tightness consuming inch by inch, and though she’d claid this wasn’t real, every feeling was as raw and electrifying as reality.
User Comments
0 comments from readers