The great tree's eternal light filtered through the chamber windows, casting a soft, multi-hued glow over the silk sheets. Centuries had woven their love into legend, but some nights felt like echoes of the beginning—raw, urgent, alive with discovery.
Ethan woke first, as he often did after Lilith's dominant passions left him sated and boneless. She lay curled against him, wings draped loose, tail coiled possessive around his thigh even in sleep. Her breathing was deep, peaceful—rare for the Queen who carried realms on her shoulders.
Tonight, he decided, would blend their roles. He had led once. She had surrendered beautifully. But balance called for more—mutual unraveling, where submission flowed both ways.
Gently, he disentangled her tail—stroking it soothing until it relaxed. Slid from bed silent, padding to the chamber's hidden alcove where he kept his surprises.
Oils scented with black roses and starlight. Silken cords enchanted soft—strong enough to hold her, gentle enough to break with will. Candles of crimson flame that burned cool.
He returned—arranging them on the bedside table.
Lilith stirred—ruby eyes opening slow, glowing faint in dark.
"Ethan?" voice husky sleep.
He leaned down—kissed her forehead, then lips soft.
"Shh. Tonight, we remember the first night. But together."
Her tail flicked curious—then stilled as understanding dawned. A slow smile curved her lips—vulnerable, trusting.
"Yes, my love."
She stretched languid—wings unfurling wide, body arching invitation.
Ethan's cock stirred instant—centuries, and she undid him with a look.
"Hands above head," he murmured, voice steady command.
Lilith obeyed—wrists crossing, wings framing her like living halo.
He took the silken cords—looped them gentle around wrists, tying to headboard posts. Loose enough for escape, tight enough symbol.
She tested—soft tug, eyes darkening heat.
"Good," he praised, trailing fingers down arms, over breasts.
Nipples peaked instant—dark jewels begging.
He leaned—took one in mouth, sucking slow, tongue swirling.
Lilith moaned low—back arching.
Switched—other nipple, teeth grazing light.
Hand slid lower—cupping her mound, fingers parting slick folds.
Already wet. Always ready for him.
Two fingers pushed deep—curling against that spot.
She gasped—hips lifting.
"Still," he commanded soft—free hand pinning hip.
Thrust fingers slow—scissoring, thumb circling clit.
Her tail thrashed—wrapped his ankle desperate.
Built her steady—watching every gasp, every flutter of wings.
When she trembled edge—he withdrew.
"Lilith," he whispered, shedding his loose trousers. "Beg for me."
Her eyes—pure fire.
"Please… Ethan… inside… need you…"
He positioned—tip teasing entrance.
Sank slow—inch by inch.
Tight heat gripped perfect.
Bottomed out—both groaning.
Set rhythm—deep, controlled thrusts.
Hands braced beside her head—eyes locked.
Her bound wrists strained—cord creaking.
Wings beat helpless against mattress.
"Faster—" she pleaded.
He denied—slow grind instead.
Tail slipped between—teasing his ass shallow.
He gasped—thrust harder reward.
Pace built.
Wet slaps echoed.
She clenched—close.
He pulled out sudden—flipped her stomach.
Ass raised high—wings splayed.
Tail arched invitation.
He stroked himself—watching her drip.
"Spread for me."
She did—hands bound, knees wide.
Tail parted cheeks—exposing both holes.
He chose pussy first—slammed deep.
Hard thrusts—hips slapping ass.
Hand fisted hair gentle—pulling head back.
Mouth on neck—biting mark.
She screamed pleasure—body shaking.
Climax hit her—walls milking fierce.
He rode through—chasing own.
Pulled out—aimed tail base.
Hot essence painted her—ropes across tail, ass, lower back.
She shuddered aftershocks.
Not done.
Oiled fingers—two in her ass, scissoring slow.
Tail pushed back—joining fingers.
Double stretch.
She sobbed—pushing back.
"Good girl," he praised. "Take it."
Cock at pussy—filled her again.
Thrusts synced—fingers/tail in ass, cock in pussy.
Overload.
Second climax ripped her—squirting clear across sheets.
He followed—filling pussy overflowing.
Collapsed over her—kissing spine.
Untied wrists gentle—rubbed red marks.
Rolled her face-up.
Missionary now—slow, intimate.
Legs wrapped waist.
Eyes locked—centuries deep.
"I love you," he whispered thrust. "My Queen."
Tears her eyes.
"Yours," she breathed. "Forever."
Climaxed together—soft, profound.
Essence spilled warm—bodies glowing union.
Curled after—her head chest, his arms around.
Tail stroked thigh content.
"Thank you," she murmured. "For balance."
He kissed horns.
"Always. In every way."
Outside—great tree hummed approval.
Realm felt harmony.
Love's dance—lead or follow.
Eternal.
To be continued…