The words were a low, guttural taunt, a final, cruel twist of the knife in her war of pleasure and submission.
Lilith's mind, already a hazy, pleasure-soaked mess, struggled to process the command. Beg harder?
She had been screaming, pleading, offering her very soul to him. What more could he possibly want?
But the demanding tone in his voice, the unyielding grip on her hips, and the maddening way his cock had stopped moving, buried deep inside her, throbbing with unspent potential, it was a clear challenge.
And the Goddess of Lust never backed down from a challenge, especially one that promised such a divine reward.
A desperate, whining sob escaped her lips.
She pushed her ass back, trying to impale herself further on his magnificent cock, to spur him into movement, but his grip was like iron, holding her exactly where he wanted her: teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Please..." she whimpered, the word a pathetic, broken sound.
