<i>A chilled breeze whispered across the open temple-like structure; carrying minuscule bits of frost and snow that danced in the silvery moonlight. Despite the frigid environment just feet beyond the pristine, marble architecture a heat unlike any other radiated from Lilith's being. Fiery locks blazed against the encroaching tundra as if an island amongst a storm; eyes a verdant green that rivaled the most luscious of jungles and forests; skin pale as the moon, yet as warm and inviting as the sun. Most of all, however, the near molten ambrosia seeping from her sex promised to burn as much as sooth. Each gyration of her hips smearing more of her viscous honey across her sacrificial lover’s abdomen.<br/>
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“Oh, I think I’ll help myself, Doctor.” The femme purred as her hands kneaded Bianca’s breasts in agonizingly slow synchronization. So unlike the need fueled, wave-like, rocking of her hips. Leaning forward, she continued, “You’re in no hurry,” her lips hovered but a few inches above Bianca’s, “are you?” Much like the wind, her voice was hushed, subdued, but still carried the full weight of her erotic desires. As if to emphasize her words, her thumbs brushed against the scientist’s hardened nipples.<br/>
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“You won’t be leaving here until I’ve had my fill,” Lilith promised before closing the gap between the two and pressing her plump lips against Bianca’s; swallowing whatever response might have come. <br/>
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Lilith’s fingers traced the outermost edges of Bianca’s nipples in quick, opposing circles. Purposefully, she denied the biologist the blissful satisfaction that would surely come should she but touch those sensitive buds. Parting her lips, Lilith’s tongue snaked across Bianca’s own lips before slithering deeper into her mouth. With a nimbleness no human could hope to match, her serpentine-like muscle explored the woman’s mouth from cheek to cheek; even threatening to dive deeper into her throat before wrapping around her own tongue in a clear display of her dominance. As it need be emphasized further. <br/>
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Down each ivory collum slinked a crimson tendril wider than either woman’s thigh. Obscured by Lilith’s flame-like mane the otherworldly appendages approached the altar with little more than a wet, fleshy rasp against the stone floor. Circling the immaculately carved pedestal they rose upwards to entwine Bianca’s ankles first, wrapping around her leg from joint to knee. With iron grasps on her limbs, the tendrils spread her legs wide to expose her glistening slit to the cool, snowy world. Her wrists were next to be apprehended and equally held akimbo with a strength that was both absolute yet giving, allowing her to struggle some few inches against their hold. <br/>
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Breaking the sloppy, lust-fueled kiss, Lilith withdrew enough so that her face was both framed by her hair and the multicolored dome roof of the shrine above. “I told you I would make you pay.” The demoness half moaned before groping each of Bianca’s breasts with more force than she had thus far. Just as Bianca had done the previous night before, Lilith crawled across Bianca’s dark fleshed body before twisting about and facing between the other’s legs. Opening her thighs, Lilith sat her rear on Bianca’s face. Though, unlike the other, she sat upright to bury her sex onto the biologist’s lips. Rolling her hips, she ground her aphrodisiac burdened honeypot across Bianca’s cheeks, chin, and nose. Even within the dream, her unholy essence proved just as, if not more so, effective. <br/>
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“Drink, my darling,” Lilith groaned, reaching up to cup her own breasts. “You’ve wanted my cunt since the moment you laid eyes on me.” <br/>
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Two tentacles, smaller than those holding Bianca’s limbs astride, snaked up Bianca’s sides and to the gleaming trial of Lilith’s need. When they reached Bianca’s breasts, however, each split and wrapped around her mounds two, three, times, before the bulbous heads looked down at her nipples. For a moment, they seemed content to gently constrict and pulse, much as Lilith’s hands had done previously. Then, like flowers blooming before the morning sunlight, each of the crowns split apart to reveal a writhing multitude of hundreds, perhaps thousands, mycelium; a thick, clear fluid dripped from each opened maw and onto Bianca’s flesh. Lowering, the mouth-like tendrils sucked each nipple into their hollowed interior. </i><br/><br/>Between Bianca’s legs, another tentacle, much like the ones fastened to her breasts, wiggled it’s swollen, bulbous tip between her slickened pussy lips. “Feed my children,” Lilith moaned, hips bucking against Bianca’s face, “Ripen her fruit for your mother.”