She towered over him still, but now her six arms moved with gentle purpose, her eyes locked on his with triumphant hunger.
"Yes, that's it, little king," she purred, her velvet voice sliding over his skin. "Give in to me. Let the pleasure take you."
Akira's resistance shattered like glass. His body betrayed him, heat pooling in his core as his cock hardened painfully against his jeans. He gasped, unable to fight the wave of desire crashing over him.
"Lilithia... I... I can't..."
"Oh, but you can," she whispered, leaning down. One of her hands, soft and warm, reached out, unzipping his jeans slowly.
Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, stroking it from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his brain. "Feel this. This is what surrender tastes like."
Akira moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip.
